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lixies-favorite-cookie · 2 months

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Pretty like poetry ◦ l.f

-felix always tended to hate the freckles that adorned his face, believing they were blemishes that deserved to be hidden under layers of foundation, but what will he do when you convince him that his freckles were pretty—pretty like poetry?

Paring◦ Lee Felix x Fem!Reader

Words◦ 2681

Genre ◦ Fluff with i think some hurt and comfort low on the hurt heavy on the comfort

Warnings ◦ Felix being kinda dramatic, he's also really insecure(felt), Weird dialogue (I wrote this half alseep please bare with me, babes), honestly there's nothing in here but some cute hurt and comfort where you spend the night at his house and you catch him barefaced🤷, spelling errors and shitty punctuation (you're on my page what's new).

A/N ◦ to all the people that say felix's freckles are like stars I promise I'm not targeting you guys I'm just yapping and that's what my brain came up with please don't like come at me 😭🙏 this is just a silly little fic I wrote to try to practice my "poetry" skills idk what half of this is but hey what can you do 🤷 also I really fuck with the mood board on this REMBER IF YOU LIKE IT PLEASE TELL ME I GET REALLY INSECURE ABOUT MY WRITING okay enough yapping for one night hope you enjoy pretty <3

Your relationship with Felix was still budding like a freshly planted flower, waiting for the petals to unfurl. You liked Felix. You really, really liked Felix, but there were still a few things you hadn't done with him yet, like bake brownies, sit under the stars while you secretly stared at him instead of the sky, shared an ice cream cone under the hot summer sun, but spending the night at his house was long past due, especially after the 4-hour movie night filled with giggles, kisses, and popcorn being thrown all over the place, your throat was still sore from the amount of laughing you two were partaking in. He made you feel safe, happy, loved, and that's all that matters right now, that, and when he shyly offered for you to spend the night, how could you refuse, with his red ears and fidgeting fingers making you just want to fold him up and stuff him in your pocket, never letting the gross evil world dull his sparkle.

You rub the towel over your hair before hanging it back up on the rack and walking out into the bedroom, fresh from your shower. You smirk, noticing the way his eyes widen, scraping over your body, adorned with the baggy clothes he lent you.

He isn't getting these back.

You flop onto the bed, bouncing into his arms.

"Hi darling," he beams, looking down at you with sparkling eyes and, well, sparkling cheeks too. You squint, wondering if what you were suspecting was true. As he tilts his face away from yours, you notice it in the glint of the light.

He still has his makeup on.

You furrow your brows. "Are you going to take your makeup off?" You ask, words feeling heavy on your tongue.

"Oh," his eyes linger away from yours. "No, I'm too tired," he smiles, but it's weak, fitting weird on his mouth. Concern worms its way into your bones.

“You shouldn't leave makeup on your face overnight, Felix; it can hurt your skin,” you say, carefully grazing a finger over his smooth cheek. He grabs your wrist gingerly, watching you with wide, glittering eyes.

“I just want to hold you right now. Can I do that?" You stare at him cautiously, debating whether you should press the issue further. “Please,” he whispers. You can tell in the soft hues of his irises; he's begging you to drop it, so you do, reluctantly, of course.

“Fine,” you sigh, your eyelids drooping as you pull the covers over your shoulders, shimming into the mattress to get comfortable. His muscular arm wraps around your waist, dragging you into his warm chest.

“Don't be mad, please,” he mumbles, leaving soft kisses on the top of your head. You turn over to face him, your brows turned in worry.

"I'm not mad, I promise Lix, I just don't want you to be uncomfortable.”

“Trust me, darling, I'm anything but uncomfortable, especially with my beautiful girlfriend lying in the same bed as me.” He tucks a stray piece of hair behind your ear. His deep voice makes your cheeks flare with heat, flustered beyond what should be scientifically possible.

“Will you stop trying to rizz me up and go to bed?" You shriek into his shirt, he chuckles, the sound rumbling from deep in his chest.

"Rizz is an interesting word to use; I like that, actually."

"Turn the light off." You whine, pulling the cloth over your eyes.

"Flustered, baby?" He teases.

Oh, it's on.

He wants to battle; he's getting the whole war.

You don't know what came over you as you snaked your hand under the hem of his tee shirt, running your fingers across the hard ridges of his abs. His breath hitches in his throat. You tilt your chin up, resting it on his chest.

“Flustered, baby?” Your tone is smooth and sultry, his eyes are screwed up, lip curled into his teeth.

“Baby,” he chokes as you slip your hand higher.

"You sure you don't wanna turn off that light?"

"Yep, yes, on that r-right now," he stutters, scrambling to turn off the lights, especially as heat crawls up his ears, flushing across his cheeks. You giggle as the room spills into darkness, butterflies filling your stomach when he pulls your head back on his chest.

"You know, I'm surprised I still have a neck with the amount of whiplash you just gave me. I mean, there you were, all red cheeks and all of a sudden boom! Fingers, abs, and me, red cheeks," he rambles, squeezing you closer. "Your duality is truly insane."

You chuckle, loving the way his body engulfs you, pulling you under the waves of warmth and slumber. Silence creeps between the two of you until-

“Thank you for staying,” He whispers.

"Always.” You manage to utter right before-

You

D r o w n.

You don't remember when you woke up or what got you to the bathroom; you just know you're there, and with the need to pee becoming pretty overwhelming without thinking, you go to turn the knob.

"Wait," Felix screeches, slamming his body against the door.

“Fuck Felix” You jump back, your heart practically hopping out of your chest. You gasp, holding yourself onto the door frame. If you were even a little bit sleepy then, you are wide the fuck awake now, your heart still thumping wildly in your ribcage.

“I need to pee. Can I come in?”

“No! Don't come in here, please!” He begs.

“Why? Felix, you only have one bathroom; if we aren’t close enough to use the bathroom in front of each other, that's fine. I just really need to pee. Now, can I please come in?”

He stops, waits for a few moments.

“You can’t turn on the light, and you have to shut your eyes."

“Felix, what?” You ask, exasperated, almost ready to just open the door and make him explain why he's tripping balls over something so trivial as using the bathroom. “What's really going on?” You're met with silence before a small whisper lingers from behind the wood. You could almost see it, his insecure frame curled into itself.

"I'm barefaced." Your gaze softens

"Felix,” you chuckle, “do you really think I care about something like that, especially at this time of night I can barely see my toes, let alone you, please?” You beg, your voice airy and light trying to dull is anxiety for the sake of your bladder and his dignity. “I'm coming in.” You turn the knob, but its quickly met with the door locking.

"No, stop it, y/n, I'm serious."

"What's the matter with you?" You huff, annoyance creeping into your veins, no matter how hard you push it back.

"I'm not ready to show you what I look like without makeup yet, okay!" He snaps, aggravated over something that seems so trivial to you. He should know you would never care about something as shallow as his bareface. He's gorgeous, with or without makeup. You know that, apparently, he doesn't.

"Felix," You sigh, your voice Is laced with sympathy, hoping to coax him out of this insecure rut he has himself in.

"Please," You lean your head on the door. Sometimes you wish you could serve him your heart on a silver platter—show him that it will only ever beat for him. Then, maybe, it would be enough to prove that no matter what he looks like under all those layers of foundation, it will never be enough to cut the little red string that ties your souls together.

The gears of the lock click under your hand.

"Okay, ground rules, before you can come in-"

You groan, banging your forehead on the frame.

"Felix," you whine, "I'm not kidding, I really need to pee."

"Y/n please," he whimpers, a desperate tilt in his voice, you can almost taste the anxiety in his tone, you cave, your heart cracking in two.

"Okay… You can't laugh at me-" You scoff, folding your arms in front of your chest defensively.

"You know I would never do that I-"

"See that's the thing! No, I don't, okay, I don't, so it's taking everything in me to open this door, so, please," his voice cracks slightly, "just let me say my piece... no laughing, no comments," he stops for a second as though he's thinking up another bullet to add to the list. "O-Okay, I think that's all," he says, words tumbling out in a nervous rush. You hear footsteps moving away from the door.

"Is it safe to come in?" You ask.

"Yeah," he clears his throat, anxiously. You pull the door open carefully, easing your way into the threshold, acting like you're walking into an active warzone. As soon as you reach the edge of the door, a hand covers your eyes.

He doesn't know why he did it; in a nervous fit of insecurity, he slapped his palm over your face.

"Felix," you yelp, "what the hell!"

"I-Im sorry, I-I just-" He feels so stupid—so pathetic—wondering why hes acting so childish about something as simple his bare face.

"Felix, can you take your hand off my eyes." He knows you don't mean it mockingly, but the way you tilt your words like you're talking to a rabid dog or an anxious toddler, makes embarrassment rip in the pit of his stomach.

"Fine," he mumbles taking his hand off your face, "J-Just remember! No laughing and no comments, o-okay, promise me!"

"I promise." You mutter as your lashes flutter open.

His heart pounds wildly in his chest, eyes darting to the floor. The last fraying string of courage he's desperately grasping at is enough for his feet to stick to the floor, but definitely not enough for him to look into your eyes. Heat crawls up his cheeks under your gaze, curling into himself—he feels so foolish like this—anxiety flooding his stomach, making his hands shake behind his back, something so minuscule, and yet he's having such a physical reaction.

You assess him, taking him all in, and as your lingering gaze stays on his face for a few seconds too long, he wants to die, fold himself up a million times. Just enough so you wouldn't look at him like that, just so he could ease the burning sense of vulnerability that rages underneath his skin.

Why are you looking at him like that?

Why aren't you saying anything?

He really wishes he didn't make that no-comment rule because now you're here, and you're looking at him, and you're perfect, and you're not saying anything.

You raise a finger to graze the freckle, which just rests underneath the fragile skin of his eye. His breath hitches, flinching away from your touch.

"Your beautiful, Felix." you gasp, voice filled with sincerity.

what?

The earth tilts on its axis as he stares at you like you're the biggest dummy on the whole planet.

"Really?" his voice trembles with the weight of his vulnerability. It shouldn't be this big of a deal; one simple Google search and you'd be flooded with images of a barefaced Felix, but seeing it in person seemed more real, more raw. It's easy to be vulnerable behind a screen of faceless, screaming fans, but when it's you, it's different. No matter how much your eyes fill with admiration, his thick skull can't seem to sink it in, the weight of his insecurity blocking all contact with the truth.

For years, he was told that his freckles were blemishes—that his skin needed to be flawless, a pristine, perfect white; Grade school, trainie camp, JYP studios, every fan-sign, photoshoot, concert, and music video. It felt like everywhere he looked, he was being judged, but getting it from you would feel like a paper cut turned bullet wound.

"Your pretty Felix, but, b-but-" You search for the words, but they can't seem to come to you, an unfathomable emotion sinking into your soul.

"B-But, but what?" he stammers, nervously wrapping trembling fingers around your wrist to pull your hand away.

"I don't know how to describe it" you whisper, brows scrunched in such a deep concentration it makes him sink into himself, wishing you weren't looking at him so hard, like he was a puzzle you were trying to solve. Time seems to blur between the two of you; nothing else mattering, but the beating of your heart and the words you are trying to weave together in an attempt to make a metaphor viable enough to suit what you are trying to express, but you always came up short—sentences seeming superficial, inept, under your careful consideration.

You always knew he had freckles, the way they would shine underneath thick layers of foundation when the sun hit his face just right; they had always reminded you of stars, but stars felt overused, worn out.

Stars died.

Stars faded.

Stars were a million miles away.

Stars were something physical, but what he made you feel wasn't physical, it was spiritual, it touched you unto the deepest depths of your soul, only a feeling some form of art could invoke. His freckles were unique, his freckles were little promises on the skin, little angel kisses.

He was pretty like poetry, cause poetry wasn't supposed to be perfect; it was supppsed to make you feel something.

"W-What?" he whispers, eyes shining with a deep form of admiration—pure joy dancing on his features like a weight had been lifted from his chest, and he could finally breathe again.

"Did I say that out loud?" you chuckle, your cheeks turning a light shade of pink, bashful about your cheesy insights. Your lips must have loosened when you searched too deep in your head, "S-Sorry," you stutter, suddenly feeling incredibly stupid for making such a statement.

You're pretty like poetry, what the hell does that even mean? You turn your head to dig it into his shoulder, groaning into his skin and wrapping your arms around his waist.

"Thank you for that." He whimpers, voice crackling with emotion as his lips linger on the top of your head. You don't realize he's crying until you feel water dripping on your hair, you reel your head back surprised.

"Oh my gosh, Felix!" you cup his face to wipe his tears; it was as though a button was switched in your brain to go into full comfort mode.

"I'm so sorry if what I said hurt you, I didn't mean-" you begin, your heart crumbling into a million little pieces in your chest, knowing that the words you threw around so carelessly hurt him. He interrupts you, softly holding your wrists in his hands.

"They're happy tears, I promise." He sniffles, wiping his cheeks with the back of his arm, "T-Thats just the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me" he hiccups.

"Maybe that's because everybody was too enamored with your beauty to know what to say?" He lightheartedly shoves your face away, pulling a giggle out of you. "If you don't shut up, you might just make me fall for you." You snake your arms around his neck, ghosting your lips over his, "and what if I want you too?" you whisper, sparks crackling between the two of you, "what if I already have?" you beam, finally pressing your lips to his.

Fiction always used to tell you that a true loves first kiss was all fireworks and electricity, but even fairy tales forgot to mention, when your lips lock for the first time it isn't just the fire that ignites your soul, no, it's the overwhelming feeling that you could be separated by raging seas, roaring oceans, stretches of time, lumps of land, you could be placed on different planets divided by spills of stars surrounding the milky way galaxy, and he would still find a way to love you. It was cheesy, yes, but it was Felix, and with Felix, everything felt like poetry, because poetry wasn't supposed to be perfect it was supposed to make you feel something.

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lieblingspulli · 2 years

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Pillow Thoughts : SKZ

Word Count: 1.2K

Bang Chan x Reader (gender neutral)

Summary: Falling asleep on Chan while he surfs through social media after a concert! Cute little comforting word dump :)

Masterlist!

SKZ Masterlist!

a/n: Hello everyone again! I always come back here and say I’ll be putting out more but realistically, it’s been a tough time and I always lag so here is my apology piece. I really do love writing and publishing here, so please be patient with me ╥﹏╥ . I recently caught the last two Chan’s room lives and his bareface look really comforted me, so I figured I’d write a little something! Also Happy Birthday Stays!!! Enjoy <3

The concert had gone late tonight. The boys were being held back due to some issues with the traffic control outside and transportation, so for now everyone was being held back until further notice. Luckily, you didn’t wait in the hotel tonight, instead, opting to attend tonight’s show for Chan. He had been way more than pleased knowing you were there to support him and in turn, he had put on a spectacular show. The entire night had been full of energy, jokes and laughter, no doubt tiring out your incredible partner. You knew how riled up he got for his concerts, but you also knew how little he took care of himself when in the heat of the moment. All you could think about now was Chan as you waited for all eight men to barge in any minute from the direction of the stage.

One of the staff had kindly directed you to the waiting room where the guys were supposed to be led to before heading out knowing you were there for Chan. Meanwhile you waited and slightly dozed off, you played solitaire on your phone and listened to some calming RnB. It eased the slight headache you had from the loud volume of the concert and screams. You were honestly super tired but ready to see your Chan again.

Just as you slightly closed your eyes, the door flew open with a large bang and all you could hear was Jisung’s loud laughter and Minho complaining about something. All the boys filed in and of course saw you right away, instantly asking you several questions with excitement. It also instantly brought your headache back.

“Yah!!! Y/N!! I didn’t know you were here! How was the show?” Hyunjin smiled wildy and excitedly jumped in place. Jisung peered over his shoulder and his eyes lit up. “Y/N!!! Did you like my outfits tonight??? How about that joke?” He winked and Changbin jokingly pushed past him while scolding him. “Hey, I think your outfit doesn’t matter! Y/N, tell him! Mine was better wasn’t it?” Changbin smirked and sank into the couch with a water bottle in hand and his phone. Minho wordlessly laughed at the exchange and stuffed some chips in his mouth. Seungmin bounced around you and asked repeatedly if you liked the setlist tonight.

All of it was almost too much until Chan walked in with his arm around Jeongin’s shoulder and laughed at something he had said in the hallway. Instantly hearing the ruckus, Chan’s head turned and his eyebrows knitted together as he saw you being bombarded with people.

“Yah, you guys still have enough energy to bombard my Y/N with so much noise?? Leave her be.” He jokingly scolded and the rest of the band groaned in protest.

“We were just happy to see our Y/N.” Jisung deflated onto the floor.

“Yea Bang Chan. Our Y/N is happy to see us too right?” Seungmin pouted.

Hyunjin rolled his eyes and sat next to Changbin and Minho.

Chan chuckled and cutely waddled to you with his arms wide open. As you took a deep breath, having escaped the kids, you were enveloped in familiar arms. The scent of his familiar musk and a hint of sweat enveloped you as you looked up to kiss Chan on the cheek. You looked over to the boys and smiled apologetically.

“Yes, I’m happy to see you all and Yes, I loved the tour setlist. I’m just a bit tired from the noise, sorry boys.” You made eye contact with Jisung and he shook his head.

“We were joking, Y/N. I’m happy you could see us tonight, even though you’ve seen our show more times than we have.” Jisung smiled and turned to bother Seungmin, allowing you and Chan what little privacy the room allowed.

You turned back to Chan in his embrace and smiled gently. “You were amazing tonight my love.” Chan picked up on your fatigue and gently guided you to a far couch.

Chan pulled you down next to him as he sat and he placed your legs on his thighs to cuddle. “I’m glad you enjoyed the show Y/N. I’m so happy you came.” He intertwined your fingers in his before kissing them gently. He looked at you with concern in his eyes, picking up on your discomfort.

“It truly was amazing I promise. I just have a little headache, that’s all.” You reassured him and leaned on his shoulder. He rubbed his thumb on your hand and settled into the couch more comfortably. “I’m sorry baby, we’ll give you something when we get back to the hotel okay?”

You nodded and gently closed your eyes, falling asleep to his hand caressing your shoulder and his heartbeat.

Before you knew it, you were being shook awake by Chan as staff members escorted everyone to the vehicles. He smiled and started to pick up both of your belongings.

“We are leaving for the hotel. Do you feel okay enough to walk?” Chan clutched both his backpack and your crossbody bag while reaching for your hand. You nodded and let yourself be lifted by him off the couch.

The walk to the car and the car ride was restless as always, with fans screaming and the boys waving as the car smoothly drove to the hotel. It felt like an eternity before you were able to breathe easy as you opened the door to your shared hotel room with Chan. You dumped your bag and quickly threw your shoes off before flinging yourself on the bed as Chan gently took off his cap, jacket and shoes. You stayed on the bed in a starfish position while he showered quickly and got ready for bed. Right before the shower turned off, you lazily changed and took off any makeup you had on.

As you listened to Chan’s faint shower music, you dozed off on top of the duvet. You hadn’t spoken a word since the waiting room but Chan still remembered your discomfort as he saw you sprawled on the bed. He searched through his bag and pulled out some pain meds before taking a water bottle from the mini fridge and gently shaking you awake again.

“Come on honey, take some meds for me before bed please?” His gentle voice lulled you awake and you sleepily took them with some water before cuddling in the bed, being in too much pain to move under the covers.

Chan lowered the lights and you felt the bed dip again before a pair of arms wrapped around your shoulders and waist. With a breathe and a “come on”, Chan effortlessly lifted you to his chest before nudging the covers open and tucking you into bed. With one last look at the time on his phone and plugging it in, Chan turned his attention to you and cuddled right into the spot next to you.

“You’re extra cuddly tonight babe.” You whispered to him behind you. Chan squeezed you and cuddled into your neck. “You need extra cuddles tonight love, you're in pain.” Chan sweetly cooed to you. You giggled and turned in his arms to face him.

“Thanks babe. Seriously, you guys killed it tonight.” You pushed a lock of hair out of his forehead before kissing it. He giggled even more and mumbled a sweet thank you. Chan kissed you gently and you two wordlessly dozed off, happy to be in bed again after a long day.

#bangchan #lovestay #straykids #skz fic #skz x reader #fluff #hyunjin #seungmin #jisung #lee know #changbin #lee felix #skz #happy bday stay!!

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layuhsblog · 2 years

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muse. myg x gn reader

fluff, slight angst? if you squint, namjoon third wheeling but we love him so it's all cool, yoongi being a tsundere, also cute clingy yoongi cus we stan

lowercase intended

//gif credits to owner. lmk if you want it removed//

it was 5:30pm when you got a text from your boyfriend,

'come over, writer's block'

you smiled looking at the text.

eventhough he never admitted it openly he made it very obvious that you were his muse. at the start of your relationship he didn't like having you in his studio, claiming that 'you were too distracting' but as your bond got stronger he realised everytime he looked at you, lyrics started flowing through his head so fast he almost couldn't catch up.

when that happened for the first time you had been together for almost a year and you were stressed with your work and burnt-out. you had decided it was enough for you to keep bottling it up and told yoongi everything cus you knew he could offer you good advice. you couldn't help but slightly tear up.

he stroked your hair and realised how much it hurt for him to see you like this, how much it hurt him to see you bottle things up. and he kept thinking and thinking, and slowly those thoughts turned to lyrics, those lyrics turned to melodies and all he could think right now was, "i will marry this person some day."

you were shocked at the beginning as to why he started calling you to his studio so much, you thought he was depressed or some shit, but he just gave you his gummy smile and told you he missed you a lot and that's why he called you.

the more frequent it became the more you slowly got used to it and realised he probably finds comfort in your company.

his studio time is very precious and vulnerable to him no doubt about it, and him trusting you enough to call you there made you love this man more than ever.

so, you respected this and never called him out for it and never disturbed him while he was working, enjoying your comfortable silence together.

you thought today would be no different than any other day and went to his studio.

you texted him that you reached and the door opened in seconds revealing a tired, barefaced yoongi who was smiling as brightly as ever.

he embraced you in a bear hug and shook you side to side, you laughed

"what's up with you today, you cat?"

he hummed,

"just missed you that's all."

he broke off the hug after a while and made you sit next to him. while he was messing around with his production software you were scrolling through social media and felt him stare at you occassionally.

"yoongi?" he hummed, letting you know he's listening

"are you okay? you keep staring at me.." he scrunched his nose, embarrassed that you caught him

"i.. just- i can't stare at my partner now huh??" you laughed and got up from your seat and sat on his lap, hoping he doesn't kill you for doing that. you were surprised that he didn't mind and put his hands on your waist, enjoying you being so close to him.

"you can, you usually don't- so i asked. and you do know you can ask for cuddles if you want right?" you chuckled and he hid his face in your neck. oh you could get used to this.

"okay fine, now give me cuddles." he grumbled still hiding.

you decided to not tease him for this today cus there could be a huge chance he would push you out of the chair so you complied and hugged him tightly.

yoongi didn't like slacking off or intimacy in the studio but he can excuse it for today right? especially since this is the happiest he's been in a long time.

you both didn't know when you feel asleep like this but when you woke up namjoon was sitting on the couch behind the chair and laughing on about how many pictures he clicked of you two because "it looked like two cats cuddling". yoongi swore he could've killed him but the picture was too cute to be angry about.

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havenoffandoms · 4 years

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Can we get some Lambden with prompt 13 pls? 🥲💜 (@geraskier-trashh)

@geraskier-trashh I’m so glad you requested two separate prompts ahhhhhh! Okay so this one is soooooooooo soft. Toot-rotting fluff fits the description of this prompt fill. Hope you enjoy it, I certainly loved writing it.

Anyone can send me a prompt from my list.

Lambert x Aiden: “You have to make a choice” (prompt 13)

"How about this one?"

Aiden emerges out of the fitting rooms for what feels like the hundredth time. Lambert jerks awake (he cannot let Aiden know he's falling asleep or he'll never hear the end of it) and thankfully his eyes adjust rapidly to the light. Aiden is wearing a fitted grey pinstripe suit, which to Lambert's despair, looks like the exact same suit his fiancé tried the first time round. If Lambert had known that "wedding suit shopping" entailed a whole day of sitting in an uncomfortable chair under an unflattering lighting, he would've convinced Jaskier to be Aiden's fashion advisor for the day.

"Yes, very handsome."

"You've said that about all the suits I tried," Aiden whines, yes whines, not unlike a child, and Lambert refrains from rolling his eyes.

"That's because you look handsome in all of them."

“Flatterer,” Aiden drawls, shooting Lambert a cheeky wink before assuming a serious expression once again, “okay but, if the house was on fire and you could only save one suit, which would it be?”

“Trick question,” Lambert stifles a yawn as he straightens himself in his chair, “if the house is on fire, the first thing I save is our son.”*

“Obviously, but after that,” Aiden presses, a pointed eyeroll following his words. Lambert heaves a tired sigh and wonders if it’s worth calling Eskel and faking an emergency just to get out of this shop. He decides against it because Eskel would enjoy his suffering far too much and be exactly zero help. Plus, he might tell Aiden which would mean a whole lot of trouble for Lambert. How long have they been in this shop, anyway? Lambert guesses not far off two years.

“The navy blue one,” Lambert suggests, praying to God that Aiden tried a navy blue suit at some point.

“Because grey washes me out, doesn’t it?”

“No,” Lambert is quick to correct his mistake, forcing himself to soften his tone, “no, babe, you really can’t go wrong here. Everything you try on fits you to perfection.”

Aiden grins at those words, his cheeks flushing red as he basks in Lambert’s compliment. God, how did Lambert get so lucky? Yes, shopping with Aiden was a nightmare under normal circumstances and literal hell on earth when shopping for their upcoming wedding, but other than that Aiden is the best thing that happened to Lambert since… well, since nothing. The day he met Aiden and the day they adopted their four-year-old son Connor - those are Lambert’s happiest memories. And soon, he’ll add his and Aiden’s wedding to that list.

“Well, thank you babe,” Aiden croons at him, his eyes flickering to his reflection and checking himself out with a newly-found confidence, “I like this one. Hmm, but I think I want to try the white suit.”

That’s when Lambert snaps.

“No!” He rises from his chair and faces a surprised Aiden. “Baby, I love you, but this has been torture for me, okay? Aiden, you have got to be a better shopper than this, I’ve seen you order three outfits while stopped at a traffic light.”

“This isn’t just any outfit, Lambert,” Aiden bristles, “this is our wedding outfit. This is the single most important outfit of our entire lives. It’s like you don’t want it to be the most beautiful day of our lives.”

“We don’t need fancy suits and expensive menus to make it a beautiful day,” Lambert argues, “all we need is each other. Now you have to make a choice, or so help me God I will drag your indecisive ass out of the shop and order myself a suit off Amazon.”

A dramatic gasp pushed past Aiden’s lips as one hand shoots up to cover his chest, as if the gesture alone would serve to steady his racing heart.

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Don’t test me, Aiden,” Lambert threatens, his eyes narrowing with determination, “you get to try one more suit. And then you decide! End of the discussion.”

“Well where was all that righteousness when I booked your favourite venue? What were the words you said then? ‘Aiden, I swear if we don’t get married on that beach I will lose my shit.’ Don’t be a hypocrite.”

“It took me all of ten minutes to pick our venue.”

Lambert watches Aiden’s cheek puff up in consternation upon hearing the barefaced lie with a certain amount of amusement. He loves nothing more than winding up Aiden and seeing those cheeks fill out and flush red. It was truly an adorable look.

“Oh, the cheek! Just for that I will try on two more suits.”

Lambert lets himself fall back into his seat with a frustrated groan.

“Fine, two and then you decide.”

Lambert resents himself to the fact that he will be spending the rest of his life in this shop. He probably should let Geralt know that he will need to pick up Connor from school and, well, take over his entire education because Aiden and Lambert will die in this shop before they find Aiden’s dream suit. No, he’s not being dramatic. Lambert’s leg shakes nervously in anxious anticipation. He’s really beginning to lose his patience. He’s feeling restless. A coffee and doughnut sound like heaven right now. It takes another ten minutes for Aiden to reappear wearing a white suit.

Lambert’s jaw drops. Aiden looks fucking gorgeous. The whiteness of the suit brings out his natural tan and the material hugs his lithe yet muscular form just so. The burgundy tie bring out the chocolate brown of Aiden’s eyes, and oh that radiant smile. Aiden is speechless as he checks his reflection in the mirror. Lambert can tell that Aiden loves it. And so does he.

“This is the suit,” they both say in unison, their eyes meeting in the mirror. A mesmerised smile tugs at the corner of Lambert’s lips.

“Yes babe, that’s the suit. You look…”

“Hot?” Aiden offers cheekily, “drop-dead sexy, like a literal god?”

“Beautiful,” Lambert breathes out, his voice heavy with emotions and just on the right side of soft, “you look beautiful, Aiden. There’s no other suit.”

Aiden’s eyes shimmer with a myriad of emotions that remain unspoken between them. Aiden and Lambert don’t do cute, they don’t do cheesy declarations or poetic waxing. It doesn’t mean they don’t love each other, it just… it’s just that it’s not them, but in this moment Lambert can’t think of a more accurate word to describe Aiden.

Beautiful.

His beautiful fiancé.

Lambert couldn’t wait to finally make Aiden his husband.

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bangtan-sonyeonddaeng · 4 years

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BTS Reaction| Your family members fight a lot and you’re stuck at home

Namjoon

You went upstairs to your room as soon as you heard the raised voices and closed yourself in there. You were tired of having to listen to their arguing. So you put your headphones in and immediately called your best friend. He answered on the first ring as always.

“Hello? Y/n? Is everything okay?”

“I mean no but, how did you know?”

“It’s nearly midnight. You usually never call me this late unless something is wrong.” You glance at the clock and your eyes widen when you realize he’s right.

“Oh my gosh I’m so sorry! Were you sleeping? Did I wake you?”

“Nope. I was just working on a new song.”

“Oh really? Can you tell me about it?”

“You need a distraction?”

“Yes please.”

“Alright. Well it was probably one of the fastest times I have written a song. It got it done in just a few hours. I was feeling very... inspired.”

“Oh really? What inspired you?”

“Hmm a walk in the woods. I saw a leaf fall from a tree and the lyrics just started flowing from there.”

“Your brain amazes me, Namjoon.” He chuckles at that.

“Thank you. Do you want to hear it?”

“I’d love to!” He plays you the song and it immediately gives you a sense of comfort. You let yourself be lulled into a peaceful state by the gentle melody playing through your headphones. When the song is over you let out a happy sigh. “That was amazing.”

“Really? Do you think Army will like it?”

“They’ll love it. I know they will. It will make them feel just as comforted and happy as it did for me.”

“Perfect. That’s what I was going for. Thanks for listening to me ramble on.”

“Oh no it’s exactly what I needed. Thank you, Namjoon.”

Jin

You had a pillow over your head trying to drown out the raised voices, but it didn’t seem to be working. It was really starting to wear on your nerves so you did the one thing you knew would cheer you up, face time Jin. You hoped he was back at the hotel now and you weren’t bothering him. He answered almost immediately. You can’t see his face as his phone seems to be laying on the counter, the camera facing the ceiling.

“There’s my adorable sweetheart of a best friend- Hey why do you have a pillow over your head?” A loud slam of a door across the hall makes you flinch.

“Does that answer your question?”

“Your family is fighting again?” You sigh.

“Of course. Just a daily occurrence in the life of quarantine. What are you doing?” The camera moves and you immediately giggle at the sight. He has on a face mask but there are black rings around the eyes and nose that make him look like a panda. You burst into laughter when you see his indignant expression.

“Hey what’s so damn funny? There are no jokes about this beautiful, handsome face.”

“What on earth- are you wearing?”

“Hey! We’re on tour in a foreign country our face masks and beauty products are limited.” You try to stifle your laughter by bringing the pillow over your mouth instead.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t laugh, I just wasn’t expecting that.”

“It’s okay. I do look quite silly. But yet I still somehow manage to pull it off huh?”

“Sure, if that’s what you want to believe.”

“Don’t make me come over there.”

“Oh bring it on grandpa-nda.” Jin tries to hold back his laughter because he’s trying to be mad at you but soon his loud and boisterous laughter rings out into your room.

“I can’t possibly be mad at a fellow appreciator of dad jokes and puns. Are you feeling better now?”

“Much. Thank you.”

Yoongi

The moment your family started arguing you went into a different room and closed the door. You pulled out your phone to text him but as usual, he seemed to have some weird sixth sense with you and had sent you a message as you were typing yours.

Hey, just wanted to check in and see how you were doing.

Um, not great but I’ll manage.

You see the three dots appear as he is typing back a message but soon they disappear and your phone is ringing.

“Yoongi?”

“Hey. Sorry I was going to just text but I figured a phone call would mean a little more. Is everything okay?”

“I mean it’s just my family again.” That’s all you have to say and he immediately knows.

“I saw a really cute dog today.”

“You what now?”

“It was really cute. A little fluff ball. The cutest dog I think I have ever seen. I took a photo, you want to see?” Your phone chimes with a text message and you open it and look at the photo. He’s laying down on his side and has Holly in his arms. His eyes are crinkling at the corners and you can tell he’s smiling even though his mouth is covered.

“That’s Holly.”

“Yes. And he is the cutest dog in the universe. No other dog compares to my precious Holly.” You find yourself smiling hearing how fond Yoongi is of his dog.

“Indeed he is. But his owner is even cuter.” You hear an odd choked off noise and even though you can’t see him you know he’s blushing.

“Ah don’t say things like that. It’s not good for my heart.”

“Sorry. I couldn’t resist. You look really happy in that photo though.”

“Because I am. Being home with my family and getting to see Holly makes me happy. Um.. you know if your family is fighting a lot you are always more than welcome to come and stay with me.”

“Really?”

“Of course. My family adores you. If it gets to be too much, you always have a home with me.” You feel tears well up in your eyes and quickly wipe them away.

“That means a lot to me. Thank you, Yoongi.”

Hoseok

If there was one thing that could cheer you up when your family was fighting it was your own personal sunshine, Hoseok. You texted him and asked him for a distraction and suddenly your phone was bombarded with adorable selfies of him pouting at the camera, smiling, holding up a finger heart, doing multiple different adorable poses.

Feeling better now?

Of course. How could I not when I get to see your smiling adorable face?

(⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄ Why do you have to say things like that you’re gonna make me blush in front of the guys and then they’re gonna make fun of me.

Sorry. I mean I just speak the truth. Nothing makes me feel better like your smile does.

Y/n sttooop.

Okay okay. I’m sorry. What are you guys doing?

Another picture comes through, they’re all in the photo now smiling in the practice mirror.

Dance practice!

Ah I’m sorry! I shouldn’t keep you then.

Nonsense. We’re taking a break anyway. And even if we weren’t you know I’d drop everything just to cheer you up. I promised you whenever you needed me I’d be there remember? No matter what.

You smile to yourself as you remember the day Hoseok came back to your house and was absolutely over the moon that he was going to debut. But one thing he made sure to promise you was that nothing would change between the two of you and that he would always make time for you. And he has made good on that promise without fail.

Yes I know. And I appreciate you so much for that. No matter what time of day it is you always help me feel better.

Good! Are you feeling okay now? Are your family still arguing?

Hmm I don’t think so. I don’t hear anything. And yes I am, much better. Thank you Hobi.

You’re welcome sunshine! I’ll call you later tonight after practice okay?

Okay. Love you, Hobi.

Love you too !! 💜💜💜

Jimin

Jimin, are you busy?

Hmm just practicing a new choreo! But I always have time for you, what’s up?

You press the phone icon next to his name.

“Okay now you got me worried with how quickly you called me.”

“Just.. can you distract me please? Or just keep my mind off things? I just want to forget everything that is going on right now for a little bit.”

“That is a very open ended question y/n with many possibilities.” You can hear his smirk through the phone.

“Not like that you pervert!”

“I wasn’t being serious oh my goodness. I just wanted to make you laugh. Sorry.” You giggle into the phone and hear him sigh into the other end as if he’s relieved he didn’t actually upset you.

“I’m just messing with you, Jimin. But seriously. My family is fighting again and I just don’t want to deal with it right now.”

“Ah I have the perfect idea to distract you then! Switch to video call.” You did and were blessed with the sight of a barefaced, casually clothed Park Jimin.

“So what is your idea?”

“You can watch me dance! I know how much you like to. And you can tell me what you think of the new choreography for my solo. Is that okay?”

“That sounds perfect. Watching you dance is like an out of body experience I swear. Feels like my soul left my body and ascended into the heavens and I am watching an angel grace me with his presence.”

“Ah y/n! You flatter me too much.”

“It’s true though!” He waves you off with his hand but you definitely don’t miss the way his adorable puffy cheeks have turned bright red. He walks over to the speakers and presses play to resume the music. It truly is like watching an angel. He moves like he has wings, feet barely touching the floor and movements so graceful even the most experienced prima ballerina would be jealous. You watch on in awe as he seemingly floats across the practice room. You don’t even realize you’re tearing up until he stops dancing and runs towards the phone with a look of alarm on his face.

“Did something happen? Or was I just that bad?”

“Shut up, Jimin you were perfect. Seriously. That’s why I am crying because that was the most beautiful thing I have seen in my life.” You wipe your eyes with the back of your sleeve and when you look back at the screen, Jimin is smiling.

“Thanks, y/n. I’m glad you liked it.”

“Loved. I loved it.” He blushes again but doesn’t try to hide it this time, allowing you to see his eyes disappear as he smiles at you. “Dance for me again?”

“Anytime you want y/n. All you have to do is ask.”

Taehyung

Taehyung had called you, like he did every night to check in and see how your day was. Unfortunately he called right when your family was in the middle of a world war III level screaming match. You answered and he immediately heard the yelling in the background.

“Oh, sweetheart I am so sorry.” You sniffle and try to collect yourself so he won’t worry.

“It’s fine. I’m used to it by now.” Your voice cracks and reveals to him just how upset you are.

“Stay right there. I’m coming over.”

“What? No, Tae it’s late don’t- Hello? Taehyung?” You pull the phone away from your face and see that he has already hung up. You sigh and set it down on your bed, pulling the pillow against your ears and trying to drown out the sound. Without realizing it you end up drifting off to sleep, only to be woken up by a heavy body flopping next to you on the bed. You throw the pillow off of you and sit up feeling startled. Looking to your left you see piles of snacks and drinks from the convenience store, and a very sheepish looking Taehyung.

“I didn’t know which snacks you’d want so I bought one of everything.” You stare at him for a moment before a megawatt smile is displayed on your face. You jump over all the bags of snacks and tackle him in a hug.

“You’re the best. Thank you so much. You have no idea how much this means to me.”

“Of course! Anything to make you smile and cheer you up.” He opens a bag of chips and takes one out and holds it to your lips. “Open!” You do and he pops the chip into your mouth, it’s your favorite which just makes you even more happy that he remembers these little details about you. You are both in your own little world, eating snacks and happily chatting before you hear more shouting from downstairs and the frown is immediately back on your face. Taehyung pulls headphones out of one of the bags and places it over your head. They’re noise cancelling so you can’t hear anything except Winter Bear playing through them. You feel yourself immediately relax, and sway to the beat. You close your eyes and focus on his voice as he gently tugs you to your feet, and slow dances with you around the room. You have completely forgotten about why you were upset in the first place, the only thing you are focusing on is him. His voice, his hands around your waist, and the soft feeling of his lips against your forehead.

Jungkook

Jungkook was a sweetheart, to put it lightly. He was an angel. And today was certainly no exception. You two had been texting back and forth and when your family started arguing you stopped answering him back, opting to put your headphones in and listen to music to block everything out. He got worried when you just suddenly stopped responding so he called you.

“Y/n? Sorry were you sleeping or something? I just was a little worried when you stopped answering.”

“Ah, sorry just..”

“Your family again?”

“Yeah...”

“What were you doing?”

“Listening to music.”

“Hmm.. were you listening to your favorite group by any chance?” You know what he’s hinting at but you couldn’t help but tease him a little bit.

“Indeed I was. Got7′s song always cheer me up and put me in a good mood.”

“O-oh. Okay. Yeah I see why you like them. They do make good music. And they’re handsome and funny. Yugyeom is one of my best friends so if you want to meet him someday I can introduce you-”

“Jungkook.”

“Yes?

“I’m just messing with you. I love Got7 but when I am upset it’s your voice I want to hear.” He gets quiet for a moment and you can picture how flustered he is, you almost laugh but hold it in.

“You know if you want to hear the real thing all you have to do is ask. If my voice helps you feel better I will sing a thousand songs if that’s what it takes.”

“Really?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Okay then. Sing for me.” He clears his throat.

“Annyeonghaseyo jeoneun Bangtan Sonyeondan-”

“Jungkook!” You immediately burst out laughing and hear his giggles soon joining yours.

“Sorry. Just wanted to make you laugh for a second. But for real now, okay?”

“Okay.” You settle back into your pillows and bring the blanket up to your chin, getting cozy and waiting for the surely ethereal vocals to fill your ears.

“Neoneun nae salme dashi tteun haetbit.” His voice sounds beautiful. It’s unlike anything you’ve heard before. It’s like comfy fuzzy blankets, a warm fire after being outside in the snow, a hand to hold when you’re feeling down. It’s comforting. It’s warm. And it’s everything you need right now. Without even realizing, you’ve started to drift off to sleep. But Jungkook keeps singing even though you’ve fallen asleep. He wants to make sure you stay asleep, and don’t have to listen to anymore unpleasant sounds, he wants your dreams to be filled with bright colors and happiness. And if the way your breaths are even and unstrained are any indiction, he knows he’s accomplished his goal.

“Sleep well, angel.”

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neocityarchive · 5 years

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blind love | l.m.k.

— in which mark lee is so much more than just your best friend but you were too blind to realize it.

word count: 7.2k | warnings: light swearing | blind love - lola young |

a/n: i didnt mean for it to be this long but i hope you enjoy!!!

“Just friends,” Mark said, his voice still steady even in the growing tension of the moment. “That’s all you said we are, right?”

Your head dropped down to look at your hands, not knowing what to say. The overbearing guilt of rejecting his sudden confession was crushing your chest that it became painful to breathe.

“I’m sorry, Mark,” was all you could say. You forced yourself to meet his gaze through your already glassy eyes, wanting to let him know the sincerity of your words.

He smiled kindly, shaking his head. There was sadness in his eyes. And in all the years you two have known each other, you could tell how hard he was trying to hide it. “It’s okay. That’s all we’ll be.”

You bumped your head repeatedly against your study table in an attempt to rid yourself of the memory that’s constantly been playing in your head.

It was a Sunday which meant there were no classes, which meant the university was closed, which meant that you couldn’t even make an excuse to see your best friend Mark who somehow, after almost three years of friendship, suddenly decided that it was a good idea to tell you he loves you more than a friend should love a friend.

You couldn’t say it happened out of nowhere. He’s been saying he has something important to tell you for almost two weeks before the incident but every time you confront him about it, he always makes up some lame excuse to dodge. It took a lot of self-hate for yourself and a nice amount of his protective instinct to finally make him spit it out.

He came to your apartment that night, finding you barefaced, wearing a pair of sweats and one of his hoodies that you stole some time ago. From that he already knew you weren’t okay. You like wearing his stuff to seek some sort of comfort. Somehow, the smell of his clothes helps calm you down.

You were supposed to help him finish a report but you couldn’t concentrate after getting a below satisfactory grade on a major exam. College has done nothing but give you a shitload of insecurities lately and this just pushed you off the edge. The only thing that has been keeping you sane was the knowledge that you had someone who you can run to at the end of the day. Someone who is willing to listen to your rants and would do almost anything to cheer you up.

That day, however, none of Mark’s usual encouragement worked on you. He was getting frustrated hearing you downplay yourself because of a single exam. You started going on about how stupid you felt, how staying up all night to study did nothing but make you ugly. Mark countered every insult you threw at yourself, throwing in a few jokes here and there, all of which you ignored. But when you went on about how all of this made you unworthy of anything, how no one could possibly love you in this state, he just couldn’t take it anymore.

“I love you,” he snapped, cutting you off from your long self-deprecating speech.

“You’re my best friend. You’re supposed to say that,” you whined, clearly missing the point.

Mark, on the other hand, was barely holding it all inside. He ran his hands through his hair and sighed. “No, idiot. I love you. Stop saying no one could love you, because I do. And not just because you’re my best friend.”

It wasn’t until you noticed his hands were quivering that you realized what he really meant. Looking back on it, you couldn’t help but hate yourself. You were sure it took a lot of his courage (and frustration) to come clean to you like that, and you couldn’t even take him seriously at first.

“Mark, no,” you remember telling him.

“I do. I hate that I do, but I do.” He looked away. “I love you and I know you’re feeling burdened right now, but you don’t have to say it back.”

A part of you broke that day. You hated rejecting people after having gone through several rejections yourself. It’s the worst feeling. You always wished there was a way you could always return people’s feelings just so no one would get hurt, but the universe just doesn’t work that way.

You muttered about a hundred sorries to which Mark replied a hundred ‘it’s okay’s. Maybe it was meant to make you feel better, but it just felt like your heart was getting ripped off your chest.

Mark didn’t stay long after that. You didn’t even get to help him with his report. He said sorry for suddenly dropping the L-word and you said sorry for not being able to say it back. He smiled sadly and it took your everything not to cry. He asked if he could hug you and you didn’t even answer. You just went straight into his arms, burying your head in his chest like you’ve done so many times before, breathing heavily to keep yourself from breaking down. And when the two of you pulled away, he insisted on being alone for a while. You said okay followed by another sorry.

You didn’t know “being alone for a while” meant ignoring you for god knows how long. You see him at uni but he wouldn’t even meet your eye. Even when you share the same class, he would choose to sit as far from you as possible. Once, he entered a cafe you were in and upon seeing you inside, he immediately turned around and walked away.

He’s ignoring you and he isn’t even being subtle about it. Mark Lee could never be subtle about anything, not even his feelings. You really were just too blind to realize anything.

Even other people saw how he felt. People used to come up to you all the time and ask about your “boyfriend” Mark. Sure, you would blush, shy that people thought you’re in a relationship with your best friend. When you explain that you weren’t actually dating, you would get the same shocked reaction every time. One of your friends even said you acted more like a couple than most people in a relationship do. You always thought it was just because you and Mark were such good friends.

“Friends don’t hold hands in public,” you remember Renjun saying.

“We don’t hold hands. He just grabs me and drags me to places,” you said defensively.

“And they don’t hug each other and stare at each other’s eyes while talking about pizza,” Jaemin scoffed.

You just rolled your eyes at them. It never crossed your mind that maybe they were right. You and Mark have never acted like how friends should. Maybe it’s the reason why you’re in this mess after all.

You sighed to yourself. You miss him. You can’t even pretend that you don’t. He’s become such a huge part of your everyday life that you couldn’t just ignore the sudden empty space he left when he said he wanted to be alone. You know he needed time to be by himself. But a part of you keeps holding on to his promise that even after his confession, you two would still be friends. And friends text each other, right? So all your attempts at communication depended on just that.

Thursday, 5:31 PM

You: wanna go watch a movie? i’ll buy the tickets.

Mark: cant. i have an exam tomorrow. sorry :/ maybe next time?

You: oh. okay. goodluck on your exam :)

Friday, 2:21 AM

You: [photo] this is possibly the cutest cat photo i’ve seen in awhile

Mark: that’s cute but dogs are still cuter

You: … okay?

Mark: go to sleep, y/n

Friday, 12:03 PM

You: i know you dont have class rn. have lunch w me?

Mark: oh i already ate with jaemin. sorry!!

You: it’s okayyyy :>> i’ll see u later? it’s friday night sooo we can hang out.

Mark: idk the boys already asked me to go out tonight

You: oh okay have fun!

Saturday, 6:54 PM

You: maaaark

Mark: y/nnn

You: [types] i miss you kajdhfhdksjdh [deletes]

You: nothing haha wanna grab some coffee?

Saturday, 7:01 PM

You: nvm haha have a nice nighhhttt

Sunday, 10:21 PM

You: hey can we talk

Mark: ???

You: please?

Mark: ye what about?

You: you said we’d still be friends

Mark: lol aren’t we?

You: this isn’t how friends talk to each other. i miss having an actual conversation with you.

You: we dont even see each other anymore.

Mark: i literally reply more to u than i do to jaem wdym haha

You: wow fine okay

Mark: ?????

You: i guess i deserve that haha

Mark: im tired y/n. night.

You: :( nighttt

You checked your messages for the nth time, reading everything as if something was gonna miraculously change with the cold conversation thread. Your fingers have been hovering over the keypad, typing and deleting ‘i miss you’ and ‘talk to me’ for about a hundred times already.

You don’t get why you can’t just say it. What’s so wrong with telling your best friend you miss him? Why is it so hard to press send? Why are you suddenly so afraid of how he would reply or if he would even reply at all?

It was only 10:30 in the evening. You know for sure Mark is only lying about going to sleep. He never sleeps this early unless he really is tired. He does nothing on Sundays so he can’t possibly be tired. Sundays are usually just the two of you hanging out in his apartment or yours, just to watch movies or study together. So what did he do today?

“Stop thinking about him,” you grumbled to yourself. “It’s just Mark. He’s a big boy, he can handle himself.”

But that’s not the point, a voice inside your head said. Just tell him you miss him.

You typed it again, ‘I miss you,’ but deleted it as soon as it was finished. Again.

You’ve spent everyday with Mark that it suddenly hurts to think he’s enjoying the time you usually spend together alone. It’s crazy how you can’t stop thinking about how his day went or if he’s okay or whether he’s eaten or not. You know how stubborn he can be. Sometimes, he’d get so engulfed in whatever he’s doing that he would accidentally skip meals unless you remind him otherwise.

“Fuck this,” you muttered to yourself. You figured you won’t ever be left at peace if you don’t do anything about whatever you’re feeling, so you decided to text Jaemin.

Sunday, 10:52 PM

You: jaeeem hi :)

Jaemin: y/n!!!!! hello :>

You: sorry for bothering you but have you talked to mark lately?

Jaemin: im talking to him rn haha why? you want me to ask him something?

You: not really hahaha how is he?

Jaemin: haha why not ask him yourself

You: he doesnt wanna talk to me lol pls just answer

Jaemin: he’s stubborn as always. he wont listen to me.

You: why, what’s he doing?

Jaemin: idk but it’s definitely not talking to you ksjdjkd

You: … very funny

Jaemin: sorry lmaooo he’s running on an hour or two of sleep everyday

You: jaemin!! why won’t you scold him?

Jaemin: we do! he just doesn’t listen. u know he only listens to you.

Jaemin: idk why you guys still arent together lmao bunch of idiots tbh

You: we’re just friends

Jaemin: rlly? oh btw mark hyung is looking for his save the bees shirt. did u see it anywhere?

You: yeah he left it here like two weeks ago when he slept over

Jaemin: LMAOOO DOESNT SOUND LIKE FRIENDS TO ME CHIEF

You: i fckingskjfhfn hate you

Jaemin: HJSJSHHDJD ok but seriously tho mark hyung is fine. just give him time, he’ll come around.

Jaemin: he misses you but u didnt hear it from me

Jaemin: ok bye he’s getting suspicious now lol

You: idk how you’re both an angel and the devil at the same time

You: anw thanks jaem. dont tell him i asked about him lol byeee

You sighed, putting your phone down in surrender. Your mind was more of a mess now than it was before you talked to Jaemin. You hate that he makes sense especially about the weird, more-than-friendly dynamics of your relationship with Mark. But more importantly, your head was beginning to be overfilled with worry.

Mark runs on barely two hours of sleep everyday. No wonder he always looks so out of it whenever you see him in the hallway. You wanted to call him, to tell him that he should sleep already, to remind him that he shouldn’t overwork himself, that doing just enough is okay. But you know he doesn’t want to talk to you. The cold replies and the ‘????’ were more than enough to tell you that.

Still, you figured it was worth a try sending him a little reminder. So you grabbed your phone once again and typed a message, revealing a little more of your emotions than you intended to. And before you could even think twice about it, you hit send.

Sunday, 11:04 PM

You: hey i know you’re still not asleep. dont worry, you dont have to reply to me. i just wanna tell you that you should take care of yourself. i know you. you’re stubborn and sometimes you won’t sleep or eat unless someone reminds you to so,, this is me reminding you haha. stop overworking yourself mark, please? you cant be sick cause i cant take care of you since you wont talk to me… lol jk. but seriously, get more rest (and talk to me,, hahah jk again unless u wanna ;)) please go to sleep now. goodnight. see you around i guess.

You stopped texting Mark after that. You wondered if he would find the initiative to talk to you first if you didn’t start the conversation. Now, two days have passed and your sleep reminder remains to be the last message on your conversation thread. You couldn’t say it didn’t hurt. You were hoping for at least a small thanks but didn’t get anything at all.

You were starting to get more and more frustrated as the days went by. It’s so unfair that you are slowly losing your best friend because of this. It’s unfair that you can’t even be mad at him because you just broke his heart. You wished there was any way you could have changed what happened, but the past remains to be written.

That afternoon, you passed by one of the cafes you and Mark always go to. You went inside, suddenly craving their special banana muffin which he introduced to you some months ago. The owner recognized you right away as you came up to the cashier.

“You’re not with your boyfriend today?” she asked.

You felt your heart skip a beat and not in a good way. It hurt. You figured there was no use in explaining since she probably won’t believe that Mark is not your boyfriend so you just smiled sadly and answered, “No.”

The lady somehow talked you into buying two muffins so you can bring one to your “boyfriend.” After handing her your payment, you realized maybe that wasn’t such a bad idea. Mark always brings you stuff whenever you’re mad or upset. He knows exactly what you’re craving for even before you knew you were craving for it. Why not try if it works on him?

As soon as you headed out the cafe, you whipped your phone out to text Jaemin, asking if he knew where Mark was. It’s Tuesday, his most free day of the week so he could be anywhere. Jaemin replied not after five minutes.

Jaemin: not sure but he mentioned something about the library??

You: okay thank you!

From that, you knew exactly where Mark is. There was a small patio-like spot beside the library that he likes going to. Not a lot of people utilize the place since the tables and chairs are almost always filled with dried fallen leaves from the surrounding trees but Mark likes the thought of being close to nature.

That day though, there were more people around the area than usual. It was lunchtime so most people were out of the classrooms. Still, it wasn’t hard spotting Mark. It has never been much of a challenge finding him in a crowd of people. You saw him as soon as he came into view, sitting by the table on the corner under one of the ginkgo trees. He had his laptop open and a box of food beside it. His eyebrows furrowed in concentration one moment and then he was laughing the next.

You were about to make your way towards him but immediately stopped in your tracks when you realized he wasn’t alone.

You didn’t know who the girl was. You’ve seen her a lot of times in class and in the hallway. You even have a vague memory of Mark talking to her one time. But you never really bothered to learn her name. She had that soft, innocent look that goes so well with her shy smile. She had her hair tucked in her ears to show just enough of her pretty face. She was beautiful. Unconventionally but undeniably. But none of that mattered.

When she said something with a smirk and Mark let out his trademark laugh, nose scrunching, hand repeatedly hitting the table, shoulders shaking and all, it felt like something punched you in the stomach. He uttered something in reply and now both of them are clutching their sides for laughing too hard.

He looks happy, you thought, I should be, too.

But you aren’t. You continued watching their exchange, him showing her something on his laptop and both of them laughing once again. Your chest felt heavy, like something was sitting on it and now it hurts to breathe. You didn’t realize you’ve been clutching the plastic bag containing the muffin too hard until you felt the sting of nails digging on your palms. You knew you should look away but you couldn’t. You wanted to run towards him. You wanted to tell the girl to scooch over so you can sit beside Mark and give him his muffin.

This is pathetic. I should be happy for him, you said to yourself. But why am I not?

You wanted to be angry, to scream and say that it should be you he’s laughing like that with. To say that it’s you he should be spending his time with. You wanted to ask if he still feels the way he said he does about you. And if he does, then why this? But you remained glued to the ground.

You hated how you were being selfish. You rejected him, remember? So why do you expect him to follow your tails like an intoxicated mad dog? Why can’t you be happy at the possibility that he found someone that feels the same way he does? Why does it… hurt? It’s not supposed to. If you really are friends, then him being happy with someone after your rejection should make you happy as well. If you really are friends, then you shouldn’t be standing here looking stupid, watching them from afar, wishing he’s with you instead.

“What are you looking at?”

You jumped at the sudden disruption, almost dropping your muffins. “What the hell, Jaemin?!” you whined, finally looking away from Mark.

“Mark hyung and Mina?” he snorted.

So that’s her name. “No,” you lied, forcing yourself to take a step away, then another, then another.

“Are you jealous?” Jaemin teased. “Have you finally realized you’re also whipped for our hyung?”

“No,” you grumbled.

“Then why are you almost crying?”

You blinked. You didn’t even realize the tears pooling in your eyes. Why are you being like this? “Shut up. I’m not.”

Jaemin only shrugged. “Fine. Torture yourself, then.” He smirked. “By the way, Jeno and I are inviting people to our place this Friday after exams. Just some drinks and maybe karaoke, I don’t know. We all deserve a break from hell. Wanna come?”

You didn’t reply. Your mind was too preoccupied with other things.

“Mark hyung is coming,” he said. “Maybe Mina too.”

“I don’t wanna go,” you said immediately, suddenly coming up with a decision.

The boy laughed. “You are jealous! God, I love it when you prove yourself wrong. You shouldn’t be though. You already know he likes you.”

“I’m not jealous! Stop it,” you whined, really wanting to cry this time. Everything is so frustrating and Jaemin is not being of any help. You wanted to go home and just wrap yourself in your blanket and maybe one of Mark’s hoodies.

“Then come to our place this Friday. It’s gonna be fun.” He grinned.

“Fine. Whatever. Just get away from me, you little shit,” you said, kicking him lightly in the butt.

You didn’t know if it was a lie or not but if Mark really is seeing someone now, you just didn’t like the idea of seeing them flirt with each other in front of your eyes. Even the thought of it makes you want to pull all your hair out. Is that considered jealousy? If so, why are you feeling it for someone who’s supposed to be just a friend?

Thursday came and you found yourself crying after realizing the shirt you’ve been wearing the whole day was Mark’s. No wonder he looked surprised seeing you in the hallway. He looked away immediately though, acting as if you weren’t there. It didn’t even cross your mind since you use this shirt quite a lot.

After calming yourself down, you put your playlist on shuffle and cried some more after Friends by Ed Sheeran started playing. You didn’t even realize how fitting the song was for your situation until now. Mark probably did.

You remembered him singing that song once. The two of you were just lounging in his apartment. He was playing his guitar while you pretended to study when in reality you were just looking at him. You watched as his fingers plucked and strummed the guitar strings while he softly mumbled lyrics, head bobbing to the tune. He’s good. Unsurprisingly, since he’s good at everything.

When he realized you were staring at him, he turned his head slightly to meet your eyes, one side of his lips curling up into a smirk. “No, my friends won’t love me like you do,” he sang.

You looked away, your cheeks heating up almost immediately. It was hard to focus on your readings when he’s sitting right in front of you looking like that, singing like that. You sighed. He truly was never being subtle about how he felt.

After finishing the song, Mark put his guitar down and laid his head on your lap, not even bothering to ask if it’s okay. That’s how comfortable you were with each other.

“What are you doing?” You remember whining.

“Wake me up after 15 minutes,” he said, already closing his eyes. You took a photo of him that night. He’s cute when he’s asleep. Even cuter when you look at him up close.

Of course, you just had to search your camera roll to find the photo. When you did, it felt as if a storm was raging on your stomach and a gorilla was pounding on your chest. It never dawned to you just how much it hurts that he suddenly left you alone until that moment.

“Goddamn, I miss you so much,” you muttered, looking at his peaceful expression in the photo.

And then you cried some more. You feel lost.

All you wanted to do was curl up in his arms and inhale his scent and listen to how his day went (and maybe accidentally fall asleep together). It sucks because you really had no one else to turn to. The single person who has always been your safe place doesn’t want to talk to you and even if he did, you really wouldn’t know what to say. Perhaps friends really aren’t like that. The thought of everyone being right when they said that maybe you and Mark were never really just friends has never been stronger than it was tonight.

Still, you couldn’t be bothered to sort your feelings out.

He feels like home, you thought. It was the best way to explain the sense of comfort and safety and the feeling of being more than enough that he provides you. It’s the only thing you can think of when your mind drifts to how he is always the constant person that you run to at the end of the day. But friends can feel like home, too, right?

Not to this extent. Not really.

Friday. You found yourself aimlessly roaming around the neighborhood after your classes in the hopes of distracting yourself from your feelings or whatever the hell they’re supposed to be called. You wouldn’t have remembered Jaemin’s party if you didn’t happen to pass by their apartment building.

You stood in front of it for two solid minutes, contemplating whether to go or not.

Mark might be there, you thought. With everything that’s going on in your head and with all the mess happening in your chest, would it really be a good idea to see him? You thought maybe all these things you’re feeling are just a result of missing him. All these sadness and confusion might just be because you miss your best friend.

So you entered the building. You told yourself that you’ll try talking to him again this time, no matter how stubborn he’s going to be. And if it still doesn’t change anything, then you will take it as a sign to let him go. If not forever, then at least for now.

You reached the door to Jaemin and Jeno’s apartment. Even from the outside, the sound of the bass can already be heard. You wondered how long before the neighbors would file a complaint against them, but knowing Jaemin and Jeno, their neighbors are probably inside, partying with them right now.

Before entering, you looked down on your chest just to make sure you were wearing your own shirt and not Mark’s. It didn’t feel right wearing his stuff anymore. God, it really felt like you just broke up. Why is it like this?

You took a deep breath and opened the door. There were already a lot of people inside even if it was just 8 in the evening. Most of them, you know the faces of. You smiled to greet some and muttered a hi to others.

Renjun spotted you as soon as you came into the living room. “Y/N!” He grinned, handing you a cup of god knows what. “Jaemin said he invited you but we were all pretty sure you were gonna ghost us. But you didn’t!”

You laughed hesitantly. “Thanks, I guess?”

“Drink up. It’s a cocktail I made myself,” he said proudly, almost forcing the cup into your mouth.

You took a sip, figuring it won’t do any harm but you spat the liquid back to the cup as soon as it touched your tongue. “What the hell did you put in this?”

He shrugged. “Honestly, I don’t know. I just mixed in everything I could find. Thanks for trying it out though. I’ve been looking for a volunteer for five minutes already.”

You frowned. There were a lot of things you were unsure of at the moment but there is one thing that’s certain: you have weird friends. You were about to complain to Renjun when he plucked the cup from your grip and went on to find another victim, not even bothering to listen when you said you literally spat on the cup.

Mark didn’t seem to be anywhere. The apartment wasn’t that big so if he was here, it would be easy to spot him. Maybe he decided not to show up after knowing you were coming. And honestly, part of you was relieved. As much as you wanted to talk to him, you still didn’t know what to say.

I’m sorry I broke your heart, but I miss you so much and I did a lot of thinking and maybe we really shouldn’t be labeled as just friends but I don’t know if I love you, is that okay? That’s just stupid. This whole thing is stupid.

You wanted to leave. Parties have never really been your thing. You usually just go because Mark asked you to since he loves interacting with people. But you figured you needed some alcohol in your system, mainly as a distraction, but also to give you a boost of courage just in case. So you made your way to the kitchen, avoiding eye contact with anyone as much as possible.

You stopped in your tracks as you came to the kitchen. The sound of that laugh was all too familiar.

Great, you thought. Mark was there. And Mina was too. But so were Jeno and Jaemin who exchanged looks as soon as their eyes landed on you. They were all laughing about something before you came.

“You’re here!” Jaemin said a little too enthusiastically in a poor attempt to address the sudden increase of tension in the room.

“Hi,” you said, smiling sheepishly, purposefully avoiding Mark’s gaze which you could feel boring into you. “Just gonna get a drink.”

“Help yourself,” Jeno said. Jaemin smirked beside him.

The refrigerator was just beside Mark. Just great, you thought again. You walked towards it, desperately trying to ignore the four pairs of eyes following your every move.

“Excuse me,” you muttered, still not looking at your best friend.

Mark took a step sideways before opening the fridge for you. You muttered a quick thanks before grabbing the first bottle your hands landed on, not even bothering to check what it was. You really just wanted to get out of there. Maybe the talking to Mark plan was flawed from the beginning because you clearly can’t find the courage in you to face him now.

Beside you, Mark clicked his tongue. He was so close that you could smell his perfume mixed with a bit of alcohol. It made your knees weak.

He took the bottle from your hand and put it back before grabbing a different one and handing it to you. “The other one had vodka. Vodkas give you a headache, remember?” he said in a slightly annoyed tone.

“Oh.” Your voice sounded small even to your own ears. Not gonna lie, you wanted to cry at that moment. “Thanks.”

You could hear Jaemin snickering behind you but you couldn’t bring it in yourself to care. You turned to everyone and said a quick goodbye before dashing out of the kitchen.

Your heart was beating hard and rapidly and not because you moved too fast. You didn’t know why but it hurt seeing Mark like that, like he was okay, like nothing changed with the two of you. It hurt knowing that even after everything, he still knows you the best.

You wanted to run. You wanted to disappear. But you couldn’t leave without passing by the kitchen. Somehow, you know someone in there would stop you. If not Mark, then definitely Jaemin. But you really wanted to be alone. So you resorted to the next best thing. You whipped your phone out and sent Jaemin a text.

You: thanks for inviting me to this party. now i feel like shit :D

Jaemin: IM SORRY BUT DONT LEAVE YET TF

You: i need to be alone and i cant leave without passing by the kitchen and seeing mark. so pls let me use your room for a while.

You: i wont do anything i promise. i just need to calm down.

Jaemin: fine but dont lock the door

You: okay thanks

The door to Jaemin’s room was at the other end of the apartment. You made your way through the noisy crowd, slipping from Renjun’s weird gimmicks when he tried to make you a victim once again, before finally reaching the quiet confines of Jaemin’s room.

The thin walls barely blocked the noise but at least there was no one else here. You sat at the edge of the bed and placed the beer bottle on the floor. You forgot you didn’t even manage to open it. So you just stared at your feet, trying to catch your breath even if you didn’t do anything. That heavy feeling on your chest was back again. It was now associated with being in Mark’s presence.

You started counting to ten to calm yourself down before burying your face on your palms, breaking down into sobs as soon as your forehead came in contact with your fingers. “God, why can’t I just…” you cried, “... admit it to myself already?”

You wanted to thrash around in the bed in frustration but you thought Jaemin didn’t deserve such a mess so you settled with getting up and lightly banging your head against the door. It’s a bad habit you do when you feel annoyed or frustrated. Mark has always been reminding you to stop before you hurt yourself.

Mark. Again. You groaned, hitting your head a little harder this time.

Someone knocked on the door making you stop. You took a step back, thinking you just imagined it. But there it was again.

“Someone’s here,” you said, trying to hide the sound of your voice breaking.

“I know. Can I come in?” It was Mark. There was no question.

Your heart started pounding on your chest once again. You wanted to tell him to go away but you couldn’t find it in yourself to do so.

He took your silence as a yes. He swung the door slightly and poked his head through the small opening. Your hands immediately flew to your face to hide the fact that you’ve been crying.

“You know, I came in here because I didn’t wanna see you when I pass by the kitchen if I leave then you come here making me look like a clown,” you said, your voice muffled by your hands.

Mark chuckled softly. “Why didn’t you wanna see me?”

You didn’t reply. Your face felt hot, not just because of the tears that just won’t stop falling but also because all the blood has come rushing to your cheeks.

Mark grabbed both your wrists and gently lowered your hands down, trying to see your face, but your head bent down as soon as it wasn’t covered. “Y/N, look at me,” he said, hands still on your wrists.

“No.”

“Are you crying?” The idiot crouched down to have a glimpse of your face making you whine and cover your face again. “Last I checked, I should be the one looking brokenhearted around here.”

“God I hate you,” you mumbled. “You ignored me for nearly four weeks and you come in here just to make fun of me.”

He let out an empty laugh. “Well, you did break my heart so…”

At that, you removed your hands from your face to look at him. You were going to say sorry but Mark had that smug look on his face that made you want to punch him. It was almost convincing if you weren’t so good at reading the real emotions in his eyes. His expression softened upon finally seeing you properly.

He looked away, not being able to hold your gaze either. That just confirmed how hard he was trying to keep up with the exterior he was showing everyone.

“I’m sorry,” you said, voice breaking.

He sighed. “I told you. It’s okay.”

“But it’s not,” you cried. “I’m sorry I hurt you. I didn’t realize how easy it was to misread what we had because let’s face it, we don’t act like ‘just friends.’ I’m sorry because I was too blind to see how you felt even when you weren’t really trying to hide it. I’m sorry because even though I rejected you, I was so selfish that I still wanted to keep you for myself without realizing that you probably needed to be away from me to move on. I’m sorry because…” you swallowed.

Mark was just looking at you, eyebrows slightly raised in anticipation of what you were going to say next. You missed him. You missed that cute face of his. You missed being in his presence. You missed his voice and his laugh and how he loves teasing you even if he probably feels like shit inside. You missed everything. Four weeks have been too long without each other. Four weeks is too long without your best friend. Four weeks is too long without your home. And that’s when you realized…

“... I can’t let you go. And I might be too late, but I’m sorry that I only just realized why.”

“Why?” he asked.

It was a simple question. Why? Yet it managed to carve out every single feeling you’ve ever felt for this boy. Every little moment he made you laugh. Every small heartbreak you get when he fails to keep his tiny promises. Every single night you ‘accidentally’ fell asleep next to each other. Every ounce of fulfillment you get when you finally convince him to sleep after a long day. Every goodnight. Every good morning. Everything.

“I love you,” you said. It sounded almost like an exhale.

For a moment, Mark didn’t reply. Your head immediately started swarming with unwelcomed thoughts. Maybe you were too late. You almost forgot about Mina who he seems to be having an excellent time with. Maybe he managed to move on within those four weeks. It’s possible, right? You had your chance and you missed it.

Finally, Mark let out a laugh, his head falling down to look at the floor. “I told you you didn’t have to say it back,” he said, voice soft.

You shook your head. “I’m not saying it because you said it first,” you said. “I realize this might be the worst timing but I just thought you should know you weren’t the only one being stupid enough to fall for their best friend. I was just too dumb to realize that that’s what it was.”

“Why would it be the worst timing?” He frowned.

You felt like crying again. You really wish you had some alcohol in your system right now. Why is this whole confession thing taking so long? “‘Cause you’re dating Mina? Or trying to. I don’t know. I tried not keeping tabs on you because our friends are assholes who wouldn’t stop teasing me. She’s pretty, by the way. You two look good together.”

Mark laughed again. It was raw and real this time, and god, the way your chest tightened in endearment at the sound was so pure. “You thought me and Mina are dating?”

“Aren’t you? I’ve seen you guys together a lot.” Well, once. But you tend to overestimate things.

“No!” He snorted. “Jaemin and I are trying to get her and Jeno together. If anything, she made me realize that we definitely aren’t just friends.”

“Really?” Now you just feel stupid. But what else is new? It’s all you’ve been feeling lately. Come to think of it, Mark and Mina didn’t even come close to how you two act with each other.

“Really,” he said. “Friends don’t stay at each other’s place and cuddle with each other just to fall asleep, Y/N. Besides, I said I love you, didn’t I? Did you really think that’s just gonna go away that quickly?”

“Mark, I can’t even sort my feelings out. How am I supposed to figure out how yours work?” You sighed.

“Fine. Just to be clear, I still love you. Even if you don’t, I love you,” he said, taking both your hands and placing it on his shoulder before putting his on your waist.

“But I do.”

“Say it then.”

“I love you. Even if you’re the dorkiest person I know, I love you.” Your fingers tangled themselves in his hair. You’ve run your hands through his hair so many times before. You wondered why it never crossed your mind that you liked doing it not because his hair is soft but because you were sucker for the domestic feeling of it.

Mark couldn’t stop himself from smiling that he had to bury his face at the crook of your neck. “I’m not used to this, sorry.”

“Me neither,” you laughed.

When he finally composed himself, he pulled away just enough to look at you. All those times you’ve stood this close before does not even compare to how it’s like right now. This is the perfect mix of feeling new but familiar.

“You have no idea how many mornings I fought the urge to kiss you whenever we wake up next to each other,” he said in a soft voice.

“Well, nothing’s stopping you know, is there?” you muttered, eyes fluttering to his lips.

You pulled Mark down by the neck as he pulled you closer to him, your lips finally connecting. The idea of kissing him isn’t new to you. There were so many times before that you’ve found yourself inches away from his face and slamming your lips together wouldn’t have been such a bad idea. But this is the first you actually kissed him yet he felt so familiar that you were almost sure you’ve done this a million times before. His lips were soft against yours that it made you weak in the knees. If he weren’t holding onto you like he was, you probably would’ve crumpled already.

The two of you pulled away, breathless.

“Wow,” he breathed. “That didn’t even come close to how I imagined it would feel like.”

You laughed. “This whole night didn’t come close to how I imagined it would be like. I thought you were gonna keep on ignoring me. And honestly, I wouldn’t know how to cope anymore because I really, really miss you already. So thanks for saving me.”

“Stop making me blush. I don’t know how I can possibly love you more than this.”

You rolled your eyes but you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling. This was only one of the very few times that the reality went better than your expectations. But then again, maybe you and Mark have always been meant to happen. It was happening even before you realized it was. And now that you finally managed to sort how you both felt, there was no more wasting chances.

“Do I still have to ask you to be my girlfriend?” he asked.

“We’ve literally slept in the same bed so many times. I’d be more surprised if we’re not dating already,” you joked.

Mark grinned. “You’re literally the only one who didn’t realize that until today, but it’s okay, I still love you.”

You laughed. “Wanna go outside and pretend we didn’t make up? I’m 100% sure Jaemin betted on us.”

“I worry how your mind works sometimes, Y/N,” Mark said with a frown before kissing you on the forehead. “But let’s do it.”

You smiled. You’ve said it a lot but you really missed this proximity. You missed being able to hug him whenever you want, and now you can kiss him whenever you want too. You wanted to say you could get used to this, but the thing is… you already are.

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Wooden Zoo

TITLE: Wooden zoo

CHAPTER NO./ONE-SHOT: One-shot

AUTHOR: fanfictrashdump

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine that in his spare time, Loki carves tiny little animals out of chunks of wood and leaves them in random places for people to find.

RATING: T

NOTES/WARNINGS: I… I don’t even know, man. It just happened. Some language and just a very weird concept. Is it a prank? Is it him slowly going out of his mind? Who knows? Certainly not me…

No one really knew when it had started. One day, they were just there and no one had questioned the why and how of it all. All anyone knew was that in every little crevice, every hidden corner, lurking behind books and inside coffee mugs, they were there. All beautiful. All intricate. All fascinating. Little wooden animals, looking so lifelike that everyone feared they would come to life in the palms of their hand.

Tony had been the first to find one, they believed. A little, glistening otter made out of some type of heavy dark wood. It was barely the size of a thumb, but he could clearly see the clam clutched between their front paws as the creature rested on its back, swimming in a river of junk mail and contracts. Steve had found another, not long after. It was a goose, and it smelled of pine, perched precariously on the soap dish inside his shower. He hadn’t slept a wink that night, thinking it was an omen of ill will. Turns out, sometimes a wooden goose is just a wooden goose.

That didn’t mean that everyone in the Tower was not incredibly weary of the figurines.

“What if someone is trying to send us a message?” Bruce asked, rubbing his scruffy chin as he paced the length of the conference room during their meeting.

All the Avengers had congregated to discuss their sudden encounters will the wooden petting zoo. Some didn’t think anything of it, others were convinced that it was the first step to some sort of attack.

“Some sort of psychological manipulation, you know?” He added, nodding to himself.

Tony snorted. “Honestly, if this is the worst they can do pressure us psychologically, I’ll take my chances,” he retorted, balancing a baboon on his palm. The little guy had been standing on the table when they all trickled in for the meeting. “Yo, Criss Angel, what d'ya reckon?” He tossed the figure at Loki, who caught it midair and turned it over in his hands.

With a cloud of green, he suspended the figurine in mid-air, poking at prodding at it with his magic for a long moment before letting it fall back into his open hand. The Asgardian Prince shrugged, tossing it back. “Just a useless hunk of wood.”

“It’s not useless. They’re really pretty!” Lily complained from her seat down the table. “I’m building a chess set with the ones I find,” she added excitedly, turning to Natasha who immediately suppressed a grin.

Stark frowned tapping the baboon lightly against the table before sliding it down the shiny glass surface where Lily caught it just as it went over the edge. “You got that woodland hocus pocus. What don’t you give it a whirl?”

The young woman ruffled her silver hair, pouting. She massaged the creature between her hands, her eyes falling closed. The veins on her arms and neck turned a bright green as she concentrated, and as quickly as it started, it faded away. “The wood is ethically sourced?”

“How exactly does that help us?” Clint queried, rolling his eyes. He was firmly in the camp of “I don’t trust these things”.

Lily scoffed. “It doesn’t. What do you want me to say? The wood was taken from a fallen branch in the park and someone in the building likes whittling? Because that’s about as much as I can gather and only half of that is within the realm of my abilities.”

“You don’t think it’s ominous?” Bruce asked, halting his pacing to tilt his head at her.

She smirked. “Loki’s ominous. These are tchotchkes.”

“Hey!” Loki’s voice rose in complaint, but was quickly reigned in when the room, in unison, fixed him with an “are you really going to argue with that?” look.

Tony sighed, puffing his cheeks out as he thought. “Good enough for me. Deal with them as you see fit. They’re kind of cute, really.”

“Can I have this one? I’m missing a King for my one of my chess sets.” Lily offered Tony a broad grin.

“It’s a baboon…?”

“Ever met a King who wasn’t one?” This time both Thor and Loki protested loudly, leaving Lily to dissolve into giggles. “Point proven.”

The Tower had fallen into the comfortable silence of night. Everyone had already been warm in their beds for hours, at that point. Loki sat on the couch of quarters, whiling away time until he was tired enough to attempt sleep. Tedious, detail-driven work helped. It exhausted his mind to the point that he could safely ignore any of the demons lurking behind his eyelids.

The chaos that ensued had been a pleasant bonus.

With the creak of his front door, the materials in his hands fluttered away to a pocket dimension just in time to see Lily, in her pajamas, leaning against the entryway wall of his quarters with her arms crossed.

“Does it help?”

Loki furrowed his brow in a facsimile of confusion. “Does what help?” Out of the crook of elbow, she raised a little unicorn made of dark, unforgiving ebony. “I still don’t understand, dove.”

“Funny. First thing I found in my room was a dove.” She smiled softly. “I’m not telling the others,” she assured when he still did not respond. “I got to hand it to Tony, though. I never would have thought to use my powers on them before he suggested it.”

Though Loki was never one to back away from a challenge–or a barefaced lie–he was having trouble staring straight into her blue eyes without feeling the need to flinch away. To protect himself from her inquisitive gaze. “What did you see?”

“Emotions. Memories. Things that someone worked very hard to lock away.” He scoffed, finally managing to tear his own eyes to land on something safer. “There’s nothing wrong with needing a coping mechanism, Lokes. Tiny, stabby horses are preferred to actual stabbing.” She held the unicorn aloft in a faux gallop as if to accentuate her point.

Rolling his eyes, Loki retrieved the piece he had been working on from the pocket dimension. He held it out to her without looking in her direction. It was another two unicorns, this time in bleached driftwood.

“I figured you needed white knights for your collection.” Lily pushed away from the wall and closed the short distance between them. Just as she extended her hand to reach for the new pieces, he pulled back, letting her teeter forward as she lost her balance. “If you tell a soul–”

“Who the fuck would believe this, Loki?”

“Lily…”

“I swear. I won’t tell anyone.” She grinned impishly as she added the new unicorns to her little group. “Plus, it’s kind of nice to see Steve freak out every time you leave one in his shower.”

Loki joined her in her merriment. “I’ve left a legion of ducks in there, tonight. Expect ruckus in the morning.”

“You’re the fucking worst, Loki.”

He shrugged, leaning back casually, grin still in place. “It passes the time, kitten.”

Lily rolled her eyes and headed back to her quarters. She set the unicorns in the velvet-lined box she had acquired. It was late and she was now desperate for her bed. When she reached her bedside, two more items were on her pillow. Two lionesses posing regally; one dark, one light, with crowns on their heads–Queens. These were the first pieces that didn’t feel like they had been made to fight a feeling off–in fact, the emotions in the wood felt pleasantly excited as they pulsed through her glowing, green veins.

Attached to one of their necks was a scrap of paper written in loopy script.

It passes the time. xL

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Seasons Change

A/n: This is a commission for someone who wanted to remain anonymous, I hope everyone enjoys! Special thanks to @lvupmushroom for killing me softly with the petname “heart”

Summary: Min Yoongi and you, through the seasons, break up and come back together. Nobody said love was easy.

Warnings: angst angst angst, alcohol used as a coping mechanism, some angsty breakup sex, a little possessiveness, happy ending tho!

Word Count: 6137

September 2018

“Talk to me,” Yoongi says, while you’re lying next to him, barely touching, just the slightest breadth of your hip against his, and you can see his chest heaving.

“What do you want to talk about?” You ask, and your heart beats faster.

There’s something wrong. Something big, and you don’t know what it is and you’re trying to avoid it, hope it isn’t real, but it’s looming closer and closer.

This had been the first time you’d been intimate in weeks, and that wasn’t unusual due to his schedule and yours. It’d been good, it was always good even when you were both exhausted and not giving it your all because you knew each other's bodies so well after all this time, but….

But: he didn’t kiss your lips like he usually does, latched on to your throat. But: he didn’t look into your eyes at all this time, focusing on your tits bouncing. But: you’d fucked hard and dirty hundreds of times but it’d never felt quite like this.

“Tell me something real. Something true.” Yoongi begs, voice low and hoarse.

He’s still got his eyes closed and you close yours too, hoping to block out that feeling.

“Something’s wrong,” you say, haltingly. “Something’s wrong and I don’t know if we can fix it.”

He’s quiet and the darkness makes your heartbeat sound in your ears and when he shifts to wrap his arms around you, you let out a breath that you hadn’t known you were holding.

“Tell me something real,” you whisper.

“I love you,” he says, right at the shell of your ear, and you’re waiting for him to say, “but it’s not enough” and he never does.

February 2018

You come home too early from work and catch Yoongi red-faced and cursing, holding a mangled flower in his hand, bits of stem and petals strewn across your bedroom.

You stifle a laugh. “Baby, what are you doing?”

“Your favorite flower has bullshit petals,” he cries, throwing it on the floor, and his face is all scrunched and frustrated and you can’t help it, peals of laughter pouring out of you.

“This is what I get for trying to be romantic,” he says dryly, but he’s smiling.

Once you catch your breath, you wrap your arms around his waist. “Baby,” you croon. “You should’ve used roses.”

“Lillies are your favorite,” he insists stubbornly, and you kiss him hard, laughing into his mouth when he stumbles backward onto the bed, onto the poor, mangled flowers.

He still has pieces of the flower in his hand when you ride him, rolling your hips slow and lazy, and he reaches up to push your hair behind your ear.

Later, you think of how he looked at you, of how bright with love his eyes were, mouth parted, wide open, like he was giving you all of him. Later, you wonder if it was a sign, all those mangled petals beneath your bodies while you used up the last of the love between you.

October 2018

You rub his back soothingly as he empties his stomach into the toilet bowl, your own head only a bit fuzzy. You’re not sure what happened, really, Namjoon’s Halloween party had been fairly low-key and your Bonnie and Clyde couples costumes had been a hit.

You’d flitted off to mingle like the social butterfly you were, ending up talking to a rather tipsy Namjoon about a book series you’d loaned him for an hour in the kitchen. You caught Yoongi’s gaze from the living room, him standing against the wall alone with a red cup in his hand, and he had given you a smile that you returned easily.

Everything had seemed fine until Jungkook had bounded up to you anxiously, big eyes glassy.

“Yoongi-hyung is sick, noona. He wanted me to get you.”

He’s already throwing up when you get there and you lock the door and settle behind him on the floor.

When he finishes and twists his head to look at you, his face is flushed, eyes wet. “Y/n,” he breathes, clutching at you as if he hadn’t seen you in weeks.

You smile, a little bewildered at how he’d gotten this drunk in the time you’d been talking to Namjoon.

“Baby, you okay?”

Yoongi makes this sound in the back of his throat, leans his back against your chest and your arms go around him, resting your hands gently above his belly.

He shakes his head, eyes closed, tears creeping from underneath his lids.

You hum softly. “You’re okay, baby.”

“I’m sorry,” he chokes out, voice gravelly and low.

You can’t help chuckling. “Don’t be sorry. I threw up all over your new leather jacket at Jimin’s birthday party earlier this month. I owe you.”

He opens his eyes, looking at you upside down. “You’d have been better off, yeah?” He mumbles, words slow and slurred.

You move a hand to his hair, brushing it off his forehead.

“What are you talking about, my silly boy?”

He doesn’t answer, just turns his face into your hand and you hum a little more, a piece of some song you barely remember.

You get him to his bed with Jungkook’s help, the younger man returning with a glass of water while you lie behind Yoongi, rubbing at the small of his back.

You get up to lead Jungkook to the door, assuring him everything will be fine, but Yoongi turns and grabs at your wrist, making this cute little whine with his eyes still closed. You smile down at him, heart swelling, and wait until he’s asleep before gently placing his arm back on the bed.

“I’m worried,” Jungkook says in a low tone, before you even get out of the bedroom.

“It’s okay, Kookie, he’ll be fine in the morning-”

Jungkook shuts the bedroom door softly behind him and turns to you with a serious look, which makes you smile a little because his face is flushed from alcohol.

“He wasn’t…. he’s not acting like himself. He was saying all these things-”

You manage to reassure him and check on Yoongi once more before going back to the party.

It ends up being you and Namjoon as the last ones standing, which isn’t unusual because you both talk more than drink, and you doze off on the couch with your head on his shoulder.

December 2017

You’d met Yoongi a few times, interning at Bighit, and the longer you work there, the more often you see him. He always has a gummy smile for you and you’d had a few impassioned conversations about music, and you often considered asking him to coffee or dinner, but….he was the Min Yoongi after all, and you’re still a nobody.

“Y/n?” You hear his voice after you come out of the gym one evening. You’re a little embarrassed, being barefaced and sweaty and tired, but you turn and smile nonetheless.

“Hi, Min Yoongi-ssi.”

He shakes his head. “Just Yoongi.”

Your eyes widen, a nervous giggle escaping your lips. “Okay, just Yoongi.”

He just looks at you for a moment and you wonder if you look worse than you think because he’s staring so hard.

“I like you,” he finally says, quietly.

You blink. “You…you like me?”

His face flushes pink but he doesn’t drop eye contact. He nods.

“I do. A lot. You’re pretty and kind and talented and….just go out with me, yeah?” He mumbles, shuffling his feet, and your cheeks hurt from smiling so hard.

“Well, Just Yoongi. Who could say no?”

It starts just as simply as it ends, with only the middle making up your story.

March, 2019

You’re idly thinking about what to get Yoongi for his birthday, maybe buy some new lingerie, kickstart whatever rut you’ve been in, with him sitting next to you on his laptop, when he says it.

“I think we need a break.”

There’s no mistaking what he means, his tone, how he won’t look at you, how it suddenly seems like he’s sitting miles away instead of a few feet. He’s tense, curled in on himself, shoulders rounded.

You’re shocked, anyway, even though you’ve been feeling this bearing down on you like a train. But now when the tracks were rumbling under your feet, you’re frozen.

“Yoongi,” is all you can say, voice shaking, breath catching in your throat.

He doesn’t respond for a long moment, and when he does it’s like cold water being dumped on your head.

“You can move back into your old place, yeah?”

You sit there, shellshocked. “You…you want me to move out?”

He doesn’t respond, fingers tapping away on his keyboard like you’re not even there.

You feel something crack inside your chest. “Yoongi,” you say, and then again, louder. “Yoongi.”

When he still doesn’t answer you stand up and slam his laptop shut, narrowly missing his fingers.

Yoongi huffs out a breath but otherwise barely reacts, just looking up at you expectantly.

All the anger goes out of you in a rush.

“Yoongi,” you say again, his name feeling thick in your mouth. “Why?”

“It’s too much,” he says quickly, as if he’d rehearsed this, and fuck, what if he had? What if he’d been thinking about doing this for days? Weeks? Months? Your stomach rolls.

“It’s too much to keep up with, work and a relationship and…everything.”

He looks away from you again and you shake your head. You lean down to take his face in your hands and finally you hear his breath hitch, finally some reaction.

“Stop it. Stop acting like I’m nobody, we don’t do this. We’ve never done this. We don’t pretend to be hard around each other. It’s you and me, Yoongi. Look at me. Talk to me.”

“It’s too hard. I’m sorry.”

“That’s it? This is how you break up with me?”

You search his face and there’s nothing there. Nothing at all. He’d shut down before, so had you, after fights, and it’d been happening more and more but…

“I’m sorry,” he says again, flatly, and you let go of his face and abruptly go to start packing a bag, tears blurring your vision.

You keep waiting for him to come after you, waiting up until the point you get to the door, your stomach hurting from holding back sobs, and the air seems infinitely colder outside in the hallway when he doesn’t.

May 2019

Yoongi keeps it together for a whole two months until your promotion comes through.

After he’d snapped at Taehyung for asking where you were, the other boys had avoided the subject for the most part, apart from some sympathetic glances from Namjoon that made him want to either cry or punch the leader in the stomach. Probably both.

But your promotion and your mutual friends make it impossible to avoid you..

You were all any of his friends could talk about, suddenly, and who could blame them, really?

He’d seen you scribbling away in a notebook with one hand while mechanically eating a bagel with the other and felt such a pull in his gut, this kinship immediately.

But now there was this yawning hole where that feeling used to be, and he had no one to blame but himself.

It didn’t help that the maknae line we’re all gushing over you, talking about going over to your dorm for a party, all hushing immediately when he walked into the room.

He sends you flowers and a note, a simple: good job and it feels stupid and not enough but along with everything else he’s feeling, he’s fiercely proud of you.

Yoongi’s buried himself in work enough that he’s been mostly okay. The mornings were the hardest, waking up and reaching out for you, still sleeping on one side of the bed, everything coming back to him in a rush.

When he breaks, it’s not the selfies on your social media, pictures of you smiling at the camera, your sultry eyes seeming to stare right through him. He knows those are staged, had posted similar ones himself pretending to be okay

It’s a seemingly innocuous picture, nestled in amongst the others of Jimin’s flushed face and selfies of Taehyung and Jungkook, that Jimin sends in the group chat during the party.

You’re standing with Jungkook at your right, staring at you with big eyes, his crush on you ever apparent, but that’s never bothered Yoongi a bit. It isn’t even that you’re standing close to Namjoon, looking up at him.

It’s how the camera caught you mid laugh, mouth open, head thrown back, and you’d always been at your most beautiful laughing. Yoongi can’t remember the last time he’d seen it, maybe February with the ruined lilies.

The picture feels like a spear in his gut and he looks at it for a long time, transported right back to that fucking Halloween party.

He’d been worried for weeks, saw the look on your face when you read the mean comments some fans had left on a picture of Yoongi looking at you, seated a few seats from you at an award show.

You’d blown it off but you’d been low for days. You were always so bright and then suddenly you just seemed…dimmed.

Then at the Halloween party, sipping some foul hunch punch Jimin had poured him, Yoongi sees how happy you seem chatting with Namjoon and he’s never been jealous of the relationship you have with his leader before. The two of you have similar tastes in books and he’s often found you curled up on the couch with Namjoon reading to you and he’d always smiled, thought it cute.

But something about the way you were smiling at Namjoon that night…it made his thoughts turn dark.

He’s having those same thoughts now, only it’s worse, this deep, dark feeling rising in his chest. Namjoon would have known what to say when you seemed down about those comments. He would have known how to distract you or reassure you, would have been better at sheltering you, keeping the reporters from snapping pictures when you were out together.

If you’d met Namjoon first…. you’d have been happy.

His breathing feels liquid all of a sudden, catching in his chest and he’s already had two glasses of scotch but it’s not nearly enough to numb anything he’s feeling.

He keeps telling himself it’s the right thing when he feels it crash over him like a wave, keeps telling himself you’ll be happier but he hadn’t considered how much it would hurt when you were and the whole world seems darker and colder. He feels small and so fucking alone that he tosses his phone onto the couch and puts his head in his hands, trying to regulate his heartbeat.

His thoughts just keep spiraling and he pours himself a double scotch with shaking hands.

It could happen, now. You could be talking so passionately to Namjoon with that wide open smile and it’d be nothing for him to lean down and kiss you. Nothing for him to ask you to coffee, read you fucking poetry at the cafe. It’d be nothing for you to fall in love again.

That feeling rising in his chest seems to break open like some kind of vial of poison, spreading through his bone marrow until he’s just sitting on the couch and crying openly, limbs heavy, and he scrambles for his phone when the notification for the group chat goes off again.

It’s just more pictures of you looking proud and happy with all your friends and you’re so much brighter, like a candle just lit instead of the flickering one you’d been before and it should feel better. It should feel better because he’s made the right choice but instead it feels like all the world is wrong without you.

He gasps in a breath and he doesn’t think anything has ever hurt this much, not appendicitis, not his first heart ache, nothing.

By the time he can think enough to dial your number, it’s nearing daylight and he’s too drunk and sad for this and he’s half grateful and half bitterly disappointed when your voicemail picks up.

There’s so much he wants to say that he nearly chokes on it, wants to beg you to come home, beg you to tell him how to make you happy, so there’s a long pause.

“I wanted to say congratulations, heart.” The pet name tumbles out before he can stop it. “You look…you look so happy.” He can feel his voice about to break and he clears his throat. “I’m so proud of you.”

He hangs up before he starts to cry in earnest and curls up on the couch, praying the alcohol quiets his mind enough to let him slip into oblivion.

July 2019

Yoongi is so monumentally fucking stupid that he isn’t sure how he’s survived this long.

All he can think about when he wakes up in your bed with you face down and naked beside him, is how fucking stupid he is. For ever breaking you up in the first place. For going to Namjoon’s party after his friend had the good grace to warn him you’d be coming even though you’d moved away.

He hadn’t seen you in four months and it seemed simultaneously like four years and like four minutes when you hugged him and he breathes in your natural scent overlayed with something new and acrid, like men’s cologne, and his heart seizes in his chest.

“You look beautiful,” he says and it comes out low and breathy and he wants to melt into the floor when you smile at him, big and open.

“You look good too,” you say, and that’s a fucking lie. He looks like shit and he knows it.

He’s been a hermit for four months, working and barely eating, barely sleeping, fighting a mental breakdown every time he found anything that even remotely reminded him of you.

“Thanks,” he mumbles, and he could kiss Taehyung when he offers him a cup of something alcoholic.

Yoongi tries to stay away from you at the party, he really does. But somehow he keeps ending up standing close to you, trailing from room to room, following you around like a lost puppy.

He doesn’t talk to you at first, but he keeps hearing snatches of conversation.

His skin prickles when he sees you talking to Namjoon in the kitchen in a horrible repeat of Halloween.

“Are you seeing anyone?” Namjoon asks, and Yoongi isn’t a violent person but he really, really wants to kick in his perfect teeth.

“Not really,” you respond demurely, and something stupid and jealous inside him snaps and he jerks forward into the kitchen.

He doesn’t know how it happens, exactly, but it all falls into place so easily. He asks about your promotion and your new city and then Jungkook comes barreling outside to puke with Taehyung trailing behind to help and Yoongi’s hand has instinctively gone to your lower back.

He doesn’t move it and a few minutes later he kisses you while you’re laughing at something he said and fifteen minutes after that he’s got you pressed against the elevator rail with his hand up your skirt.

He remembers kissing you and kissing you and kissing you until your lips are red and swollen and it still isn’t enough. He tries to memorize your skin via his fingertips, the taste of you on his tongue. His stupid fucking mouth starts running almost immediately.

“Missed you so much, heart. Love you so much.”

“You left me,” you say, clutching at him, and the raw look on your face makes him feel like his chest is splitting open.

He hurt you. He hurt you trying to protect you and now he was just making everything worse and…

Yoongi kisses you to silence his thoughts, doesn’t want to lose this moment in case it’s the last one.

He knows your body like he knows his own but it seems new to him now, your skin sunkissed and glowing, the curve of your hip bones just a bit sharper when he puts his mouth there.

When he’s inside you it’s like coming home and he drops down on his forearms, cups your face in his hands.

You arch your back, close your eyes and he kisses your eyelids, the salt on your eyelashes stinging his tongue.

“I love you I love you I love you,” he chants, like a mantra, like a prayer, and you make this broken whimper when you come, clenching tight around his cock, making his hips buck. He wants to keep fucking you even after he spills himself inside you but you're trembling, tears staining your cheeks and instead he rolls off you, draws you into his arms.

"I'm sorry," he whispers into the shell of your ear, and it's not nearly enough.

The way you dip your tongue into the hollow of his collarbone makes him shiver with memory, it'd always been your favorite spot to kiss and mark, and he's overwhelmed by the need to tell you he was wrong, to beg you to forgive him, but he feels your breath hot and even against his chest.

He barely sleeps, and when he watches you sleep, your face slack, lips parted, he hears your words over and over in his head: you left me.

He leaves you again, before you wake up, something hot and empty in his chest.

December, 2019

Things got better so slowly that you didn't notice exactly when you stopped crying yourself to sleep, when you started thinking about Yoongi only once a day, then once a week.

Now, you manage not to think of him unless you're reminded by something, despite the setback in May that had almost broken you completely.

You'd almost lost your new job, unable to get out of bed for days after you'd woken up alone with just the smell of him on your sheets, lingering like a ghost.

Now, you were doing well, even dating again, in a whole new city far away from where you'd had your heart smashed into pieces. You weren't even bitter when your mutual friends mentioned him, at least not much.

Still, though, your breath catches in your throat when you see he's sent you a text.

It's Yoongi, it says, as if you'd ever forget his number. I'm in your town for a couple of days...wanna have a coffee with me?

You stare at the text for a long time, your heard beating wildly, before you message back with a time and place.

He's already there when you walk in, and he looks devastatingly good in a brown trenchcoat, his hair natural again and swept back from his face a bit. He gives you his gummy smile when he sees you and half stands as you approach the table.

You feel your heart crack right down the middle.

"Hey," you say, and it feels dumb but it's all you can think.

He's looking at you with stars in his eyes, still smiling, and he reaches across the table to take your hand.

The air feels thin, you feel raw and vulnerable and anxious but you can't pull away when his thumb is rubbing circles on your palm.

"I missed you, heart," he says, eyes all earnest and shining and God, you'd thought you were done hoping, thought you were done hurting like this.

You smile and hope it isn't as weak as it feels. "What brings you here, Yoongi?"

Yoongi's thumb stops moving on your palm and he clears his throat. "Ah, just... visiting friends."

He looks away from you and you lean forward, a bit concerned. For all the heartache he put you through, some part of you still loves him, and he's never lied to you so blatantly before.

"What's going on with you, Yoongi?"

His cheeks are turning pink when he looks back at you.

"I came here to see you."

"Wh-why?" Your heart seizes in your chest and you take your hands from his.

He puffs out his cheeks and lets out a long breath. "I...wanted...I want to say I'm sorry. For everything. And that I still love you. And that I want you to come home."

He says it so simply, almost easily, as if it didn't make you feel as if you're about to have a panic attack.

"You left me," you say, voice small, and he winces.

"Heart-"

"Don't fucking call me that." You hiss, and hurt flashes in his eyes and it doesn't make you feel better, not even a little.

"You left me. You left me twice. And now you come here when we haven't talked in months and just expect me to-"

"I don't expect anything," he says quickly, his eyes wet, and you hate this, hate how much it still hurts because you thought you were better.

You're tired, suddenly, so tired your bones hurt.

"Yoongi, what…"

"I should never have left you. There's never been anyone else, heart. It's always been you and I didn't….I was worried that you weren't happy."

"You can't do this," you whisper. "Don't do this to me, Yoongi."

"I'm sorry," he says, almost in a whispers, and his eyes are wet and wide. "I'm so sorry, Y/n, I'd do anything-

"What if I'm seeing someone?" You blurt out, desperate to get some semblance of control over how vulnerable you feel.

Yoongi stiffens, hands clenching on the edge of the table. "Are you?"

His voice is calm but his face is anything but, bottom lip trembling.

"I am," you say, and it isn't exactly a lie, you've been seeing someone off and on, but it isn't serious.

Yoongi looks as if you'd hit him, and it should make you angry, as if you'd just be sitting around waiting for him to come back, but instead it just makes your heart ache.

You wait for him to shut down, to be angry and leave, but he doesn't move, clutching at the edge of the table like a lifeline.

"I should be happy for you," he says quietly, his voice strained and shaking. "But I...I just miss you so bad, heart." His voice cracks and you choke back a sob.

"I can't do this," you whisper, standing and abandoning your coffee untouched, leaving before you can look back and fall apart.

January 2020

Yoongi had been in your city for the better part of a month, unwilling to give up and go home.

He texts you every day, simply: I love you, heart. He doesn't want to pressure you, tries to stay calm but he's pacing his hotel room at night wondering if you're in someone else's arms.

It wasn't something he'd ever let himself think about, you moving on and finding someone else, but now…

Now all he can think about is a hand on the small of your back, lips pressed against your neck and it makes his whole body shake, makes him feel restless, as if he should be doing something, but short of throwing you over his shoulder like a caveman he doesn't know what he could do.

He drinks too much and writes these long paragraphs about how he'll never hurt you again, how he'll spend the rest of his life making up for it, but you never respond, he doesn't even get the read receipt. He sends you his hotel address, hopes you'll show up.

He's lying face down on the hotel bed, half drunk with his phone in his hand, when there's a knock on the door.

When he gets to the door, a little unsteady, he's so shocked that it's you that he stumbles backward a few steps.

"Heart….Y/n-"

Your eyes are puffy, as if you'd been crying, and the urge to pull you into his arms is so strong he sits down hard on the bed to stop himself.

"What happens if I say yes?" You ask after closing the door behind you.

Yoongi can't speak for a moment, hope clogging his throat. "Anything you want," he manages, regretting the last two drinks because he can't stop watching your mouth.

"What if I don't want to move back?"

Yoongi shifts on the bed, the hope rising in his chest making him anxious.

"I'll move here. I'll do anything you want, heart, I'll be anything you want, just-" his voice breaks and he reaches out to you. "Just please come back to me."

"You left me," you say again, and those three words are arrows in his heart.

"I'm sorry," he chokes out, wiping tears from his face.

"In July," you continue, trembling all over. "In July, you said all those things and you left me alone. I would've come back then, Yoongi, it wouldn't have even been a question, so why?"

Yoongi hates himself so much he's choking on it, can barely breathe, but finally he inhales through his nostrils and out through his mouth to calm himself.

"I thought I'd hurt you too much and you'd never….we were drinking and I couldn't stand for you to look at me with regret….I was stupid and selfish and I'll never leave you again, never, never-"

His words cut off when you take a hesitant step forward.

"I don't know how to trust you," you say in a shaking voice, but your hand comes out to thread your fingers in his hair and Yoongi hums in the back of his throat at your touch.

"I'll earn it. We can go to counseling, I'll walk through fire to get you back, heart."

His hands hover over your hips, not quite touching you.

You're stroking his hair and looking down at him with all this emotion in your eyes and he wants it so bad, wants you so bad it hurts in his bones, but it has to be you, has to be your choice.

You dip your head and his heart stops beating until you press your mouth to his and he feels dizzy from the way you taste, your waist beneath his hands.

When you pull away he draws in a shaking breath, lips parted. "Heart….Y/n...does this mean…"

He can't say it, can't say it and have you say no, braces himself for you to say it was a goodbye kiss, heart clenching in his chest.

"I don't know how to trust you again," you whisper, and Yoongi squeezes his eyes shut.

He feels adrift for a moment before your lips graze his eyelids, and it all comes crashing down that it's over and he feels tears slip down his face.

"But I want to try," you finish, and wonder of all wonders, you climb into his lap, your fingers threading through the hair at the nape of his neck.

His arms go around your back and he's almost afraid to open his eyes, afraid that you'll disappear, that this is some dream caused by too little sleep and too much alcohol.

But you're still there, still smiling, still looking at him like you used to, and his heart feels so full it hurts.

Yoongi doesn't speak, just kisses along your collarbone, under the strap of your shirt.

He's still worried that this will all slip away somehow, can't believe his luck, and he mumbles against your skin.

"What about your boyfriend?"

You stiffen and he hates himself for asking, hates himself for ruining this moment with insecurity and jealousy.

"He wasn't my boyfriend," you confess. "Just….a friend."

Yoongi doesn't know why he can't shut up, why he keeps asking questions when he's gotten everything he's wanted for months now, but there's this buzzing underneath his skin, this rock in his gut.

He hums nervously in the back of his throat. "You said you were seeing someone."

He wishes he could sew his mouth shut when you huff out a frustrated breath.

"It doesn't matter," he says quickly, but it does, it does matter, he wants to know if someone else had touched you, kissed you while he'd been lying in bed and staring at the ceiling and crying himself to sleep.

"What do you want me to say, Yoongi? You want me to say I was sitting at home waiting for you to realize you fucked up?"

You sound angry and suddenly he's miserable and sorry and wants to take it all back.

He doesn't know how to, though, so he hides his face in your neck, hugs you tight.

"I love you," he says simply, and after a moment you start to relax, put your head on his shoulder.

"I'm tired," you whisper.

Yoongi makes a distressed sound in the back of his throat, shifts to lie you on the bed and pull the blankets around you, pulling you back into his arms.

He watches your face, thumbs tears from your cheeks, waits for you to talk instead of asking all the questions racing in his mind.

"I tried so hard to make things work without you," you say, voice tired and shaky. "I have this new job and there was this new guy and...I thought I was getting there, you know?"

There's a lump in his throat and he just nods.

"But when I saw you at that cafe….it was like the morning you left all over again and I just…." You whimper and rest your head on his chest and there's a bitter taste in his mouth with how much he hates himself for hurting you.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so fucking sorry, heart," he mumbles, and it's not enough, so he kisses along your hairline, rubs his hands down your back, hoping you can feel how sorry he is through his touch.

You lift your head to look at him.

"I've learned a lot about myself since you broke up with me, and...I can live without you."

Yoongi nods. Of course you can. Of course you can be happy, start a new life that has nothing to do with him and you're going to realize you'd never needed him at all and leave his arms forever-

"But I don't want to. I don't want to live without you, Yoongi. Even if we have to do this long distance, even if...if you leave me again-"

"Never. Never," he insists emphatically. "You're my heart and I let you leave my chest once. I can't do it again. I won't."

Your breath catches in your chest and you tuck your head on his shoulder, your arms wrapped around his waist.

You drift off in his arms and he watches you sleep, thinking that if he closes his eyes somehow you'll disappear, and it's weeks before he stops feeling that way.

He stays in the hotel room another week, figuring things out, and you spend several nights there.

He finds fading marks on your breasts and inner thighs and it's like a knife in his gut, but he doesn't ask, it's not his business who left them or what they meant to you, even if it makes his blood curdle to think about.

It doesn't matter if you're with him, if you can forgive him it doesn't matter, even if it leaves a bitter taste in his mouth.

February 2020

It isn't easy, learning to trust Yoongi again. He's still hesitant when he touches you, afraid to say or do the wrong thing as if you'll blow up and leave.

Yoongi is nothing but sweet and accommodating when you talk about what to do, how you'll continue your relationship given your new job and location.

You hear the catch in his breath, the miserable look on his face when he sees the marks your ex lover had left on your body, but he doesn't ask a single question.

The last night he's in the hotel before his flight, he's extra clingy, clutching your hand and holding you close in the big hotel bed, kissing this spot on your shoulder over and over. You realize after a few moments it's one of the fading marks.

"It wasn't like it was with you," you say softly, and he stiffens.

"It doesn't matter," he mumbles.

"I didn't love him. Never loved anyone like I love you," you tell him, and the gummy smile he gives you makes warmth bloom in your chest.

It will take time to get back to where you were, and part of you is glad that you've taken a break, glad that you know that you could survive without him, but when you're lying in his arms on your visits or when he hugs you do tightly you can barely breathe when you meet him at the airport, you're so glad that you don't have to.

#yoongi x reader #suga x reader #min yoongi x reader #bts commission #bts imagine #yoongi imagine #yoongi angst #bts suga x reader

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justsomefluff · 4 years

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Can we have a reaction for Ateez finding their s/o sleeping in random places, like the kitchen floor or a cabinet, under the bed? Please and thank you!

A/N: This is so funny to me because I relate so heavy no lie.

Hongjoong:

Okay, so basically

You fall asleep on the couch, waiting for Joong to get home so you could go to dinner together

At some point during your little nap, you fall off of the couch and onto the floor

The only real problem with this is that you are right underneath the lamp

So, the only logical solution to this new problem is to roll under the coffee table

Which you do, and then just fall asleep again, no biggie

When Joongie finally gets home he calls for you like always

Totally expects you to come running, excited for dinner

But, alas, you do not

So, he spends about an hour looking for you all over the place

Kinda starting to freak out

Ends up standing in the living room and pounding your number into his phone

After the first ring, he hears your phone going off in the same room

and then a very loud thud followed by some less than polite vocabulary

He looks down at you, wiggling your way out from underneath the table and stretching for your phone

You notice him, and it’s kinda awkward for a second

you kind of feel like you were caught doing something you shouldn’t be

“Hey”

“hey…”

Then Hongjoong is laughing

like full falling over in tears laughter

Like how dare you judge me for sleeping where I am safe from the light

After he finds his composure, he just tells you to get up so you can get food

And you do, and he doesn’t mention it again

Not in words anyway

But if ever he can’t find you, he always checks under the coffee table first

Seonghwa:

(PRETTY BABYYYYY)

Okay so Seonghwa was gonna be home in about 2 minutes based on his text

So, you decide to try and scare him

Knowing he typically goes to the kitchen first, you situate yourself in a cupboard

There’s literally a pan handle up your ass, but it’s worth it for the prank

Seonghwa’s 2 minutes quickly turn into a half hour

You’ve fallen asleep by then since you had been sitting still for too long

When your boyfriend finally gets home, he’s already shouting apologies into the front hall

“THERE WAS SO MUCH TRAFFIC”

just his excuse to complain no lie

As predicted, he goes straight into the kitchen, still ranting about his day

fully expects you to join him at some point

Did not expect that you would be crawling out from the cabinet though

You heard him yelling once he got into the kitchen and you were like “I guess it’s too late now”

You push the cupboard door open… straight into his shins

“AH OW WTF”

he jumps about 10 feet

so I guess the prank kind of worked??

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!”

you just kinda shrug, still a little groggy and sore from being in such a weird position

“were you asleep?”

you nod and yawn and then all of a sudden he’s soft

Scoops you up and plops you on the couch for cuddles

Will definitely make you answer his burning questions later but he’s feeling all snuggly now so it can wait

Yunho:

(Barefaced Yunho im in tears)

When Yunho comes home after work, having stopped and picked up ice cream because he felt he deserved it (AND HE DOES)

Struts around the house with the ice cream balanced on one hand

Hoping to find you and make you laugh

Cannot. Find. You. Arm. Getting. Tired.

Finally puts his arm down, totally defeated

Wanders through the different rooms before he catches a glimpse of your socked foot peeking out from behind the couch

Leans over and sees you fully tucked in, blankets and pillows everywhere

Knocked OUT

He gingerly steps over the couch… jk he tripped

Falls on you

You scream because 1) scary 2) ow

He’s stuttering apologies but also laughing his booty off

Asks what you are doing back there in the first place

“wanted to make a fort but got sleepy”

“FORT FORT FORT”

demands that you get up and help him finish making it

“I’LL GET THE SNACKS”

eventually, he returns with basically the entire fridge

then you set up a movie and snack together and its so cute but then you both end up passing out anyway because the fort is just the comfiest

Yeosang:

ok one thing I will say about Yeosang is I feel like he can pretty much fall asleep anywhere too so he’s not gonna judge you

how you ended up falling asleep on the bathroom counter may remain a mystery forever

you vaguely remember climbing up on it to get a better look at a zit or some other blemish you wanted to get rid of, but after that who knows

Yeosang rushes into the house after work

literally screaming that he’s gonna pee his pants

Runs into the bathroom and slams the door

Scares you and you almost slip off the counter and onto the tile floor

“GET OUT I NEED TO PEE”

you’re barely awake and he’s screaming at you

so confusing but you just kind of waddle out the door and fall into bed

you wait for him to finish and he comes out with a smile

“I’m better now”

“you woke me up you dramatic idiot”

“what do you mean? I didn’t wake you up, you were in the bathr- OHhhh”

You just kinda pout at him and he comes and sits next to you

strokes your hair for a little bit

You’re almost asleep and he can tell

“LETS EAT”

“KANG YEOSANG I SWEAR TO GOD”

and then you’re chasing him around

he is fearing for his absolute life

like he’s gonna suffer the wrath of a thousand suns for waking you up twice

boy better PRAY

San:

In the morning, San had woken you up and coaxed you out of bed with the promise of coffee

he did not tell you that he did not yet go and get the coffee

So, when he skips out the door to pick up your drinks, you literally just drop to the floor in front of the welcome mat

Like I’m sleeping and I don’t care where I just need it

And it was actually a pretty good morning nap until San almost knocks your nose off your face when he swings the door open

At first, he’s kinda worried like… “you good”

And you just scold him for almost killing you with the door

“Not my fault you chose to sleep on the floor. I got your coffee”

Thrusts it into your face

the only thing more bitter than your face is the drink

“you almost killed your sweet sweet baby aren’t you sorry?”

“it’s you’re fault in the first place”

and I mean he’s kinda right but he’s the reason you’re tired

waking you up early with lies… coffee wasn’t even ready yet

so you have a good natured squabble about your sleeping habits and San’s door-opening habits before coming to an agreement

You can only sleep in front of the door when he’s already home

And he can swing the door open with as much dramatic flare as he wants… as long as he can see you are clearly not within range

a perfect compromise imo

Mingi:

Mingi is such a dork okay

when he finds you curled up in front of the oven he starts laughing really loud

shakes you awake because he just has to know what you think you’re doing

You explain, patiently, that you are waiting for your brownies to finish, and that the oven is really warm

Mingi will just nod in agreement and be like “of course, of course. you’re so smart, jagiya”

Gets up and leaves you there for a minute but then returns

He has more pillows and an extra blanket

He also brought your laptop so you could watch a movie

He pulls you into his lap after he sits himself on top of some pillows

Covers both of you in the blankets and then makes you hold the computer on your lap

You fall asleep again within 10 minutes, and although he’s getting sleepy he’s like

Someone has to make sure the house doesn’t burn down

Mingi should not be in charge of this and we all know it

But what can he do?

So he watches the movie for a while before the timer on the oven finally goes off

You snap awake so quickly that Mingi jumps a little

“MY BROWNIES ARE DONE”

and then you eat brownies and cuddle some more

But Mingi is not allowed to have as many brownies as you because you did all the work in the first place so TAKE THAT

Wooyoung:

(hIS SMiLe)

When Wooyoung gets out of the shower after a long day and finds you… not in bed where you should be

He pouts…like a lot

Wanders around for a while

Almost gives up when he catches a glimpse of the hoodie (his hoodie) that you’re wearing

Opens the closet door…was kinda scared not gonna lie lmao

Then he’s LOUD

laughing at you like a crazy person

Screaming at you through his laughter

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING? WHY ARENT YOU IN BED? HOW ARE YOU SLEEPING HERE?”

“WOOYOUNG TAKE IT DOWN LIKE 18 OCTAVES, KID”

whispers, “sorry”

asks you again what you were doing

you just kind of look at him because, to be honest, you don’t really know either

just experimenting with some new bedding, I s’pose

He drags you out of the closet by your heels and forces you into bed where he cuddles you close

you can still feel his chest vibrating from all of the giggling

He never gets over this

every time he finds you sleeping in a new spot, he’s like “FIRST THE CLOSET NOW THIS”

Jongho:

Jongho gets protective when he finds you sleeping in weird places

He doesn’t want you to wake up stiff from being in awkward positions and everything

So when he finds you dead asleep on top of the kitchen table, he is less than surprised

Like he knows you’re a whole ass meal but seriously?

But also lifts you and walks you over to the couch

Sets you down and then just stares at you like a creeper until you wake up

When you do, he’s scolding you straight away

“You’ll hurt your back”

“what if you fell”

“MY GOD WE EAT THERE”

And then you’re laughing because even he knows he’s being dramatic and he always is when you do things like this

“thank you for moving me to the couch, Jongho”

he huffs but he’s like “you’re welcome”

Always tries to make you promise not to sleep in such strange places anymore

“What you do in practice, you’ll do in the game”

“What does that even mean”

“One day we will go out to dinner and then you’ll probably just get on the table and sleep or something”

So dramatic, but he really loves you and everything he says is just out of worry

But every time he scolds you, you both end up laughing at each other

And he secretly has a folder on his phone titled “where is y/n sleeping today?”

#ateez #ateez fluff #ateez reaction #ateez fanfic #ateez imagine #ateez scenario #fluff #fanfic #ateez hongjoong #ateez seonghwa #ateez yunho #ateez san #ateez yeosang #ateez mingi #ateez wooyoung #ateez jongho #kpop

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ssixa · 4 years

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Chance Encounter//Mark Tuan x Y/N

Description: Walking into the night shift at the hospital proves to keep you on your toes. Nights are left to the universe so you can only hope that tonight will be decent. What happens when you find out that one of your patients is THE Mark Tuan from GOT7? how do you try to deal with the chaos erupting from this chance encounter? and how many times do you have to tell yourself that you love your job?

Genre: fluff, slight cringe

Pairing: Black Fem ReaderxMark Tuan (though I will say there isn’t much description of black characteristics)

Word count: 2.4k

Warning: explicit language, slight nudity

A/n: I forgot to add that this will be a whole chapter story so if you like the story so far, please look forward to future chapters. Though I would give a specific day I update, life is pretty busy rn, but it will most definitely be every week:) I’m really grateful to the response I’ve gotten off the first chapter bc we all know how hard it is to get any type of interaction on this platform lol. Anyways, please enjoy chapter 2!!

*All pic collages are made by me unless I state otherwise. Individual pictures in the collage are not mine and I give credit to where credit is due.

Chapter 2

Finally done with my rounds! I don’t know how I managed to finish in a decent time, but I guess having most of my patients be up ad lib (medical term: abbreviation from Latin term ‘as libitum’ meaning ‘at pleasure’ and ‘at one’s pleasure, as much as one wishes.’” (medicinenet.com) or to put it more simply, people who are independent or don’t need assistance) or not need anything made it a bit easier to finish. I look at my watch and see I have a bit of time to catch up on the rounding part of charting, before starting my 9pm roundings which just include checking up on my patients. I sit down at the computer and catch up on my charting. Luckily, I didn’t have any interruptions while finishing up so I happened to finish on time with that too. I decided to go ahead and start my roundings a little early.

I made my way from room to room to check on the patients, but I walked in and out of Mark’s room to switch on the sink so the water could get hot and also to see what extra stuff to bring for his bath. He gave me an odd look, but I explained and he just nodded. Yet again it seemed that none of my patients needed anything so I ended up finishing at a good time as well. I made my way to the clean utility and got fresh bed sheets, a gown, towels and washcloths, and a blue bag to put all the used materials and dirty linens. With my arms full, I made my way to Mark’s room. With a few deep breaths, I knock and make my way in. I greet Mark who seems to be on his phone with his earphones in. He looks up at me and smiles and I smile back politely as I throw the materials in the chair and check the water temperature. As I turn around to get gloved up, Mark grabs my attention,

“Hey once you’re done come here for a sec” he says nonchalantly. I looked at him confused, but decided he wanted to tell me something that he was nervous someone could walk by and hear it outside the door. So once I get my hands double gloved, I walk towards him.

“What’s up? Did you need something” I question.

“Here’s my phone” he pushes his phone out towards me. I look at him in confusion as he keeps his arm forward.

“Um~ Mr. Tuan, I don’t really know what you’re wanting me to do with your phone? Wait, do you know where you are? Can you tell me your name and birth date?” I question worriedly (a/n: though techs, but nurses, aren’t the ones to ask these questions, these types of questions are asked to patients to check if they are mentally confused). He just keeps laughing and unplugs his earphones while keeping his hand stretched out with his phone at the palm.

“Since you’re SUCH a big fan of Got7 and more specifically JB, I thought you would want to watch some never revealed videos of him” he grins.

“OMG REALLY?!? That would really be awesome! Are you sure I can look, I don’t want to be invading any privacy here” I said.

“Well I’m the one offering so it’s not invading anything, just thought you might be interested” he surmised.

“Oh well, don’t mind if I do” I laughed. I went for his phone and all I see is the screen full of JB just chilling in bed. I look at Mark and say I think this video is frozen…

“Oh it’s not frozen, try saying hi” Mark smirks. I looked at him in confusion. It wasn’t until I looked back at the screen that I realized something...this wasn’t a video…

“WAIT THIS ISN’T A VIDEO?!?!” I slightly scream in horror

“Hello y/n, it’s nice to meet you!” JB says from the phone in a tired yet interested voice. I thank the heavens that I’m black and also wearing a mask because I have the biggest grin on my face and I’m pretty sure I’m blushing crazily right now. Looking up at Mark with a glare he tries his hardest not to laugh too loudly, but it’s obvious with tears welling up in his eyes that he’s on the brink of no return.

“It’s so nice to meet you too! This is honestly surreal! I wouldn’t have imagined talking to you in these circumstances though” I say with awkward laughter.

“Oh yes! Mark hyung told me that I’m your favorite in Got7 and in Kpop, is that true?” with slight shy laughter. Again, my eyes glare to Mark who at this point is as red as a tomato laughing silently with tears falling down his face. I look back at the phone and kept talking,

“He told you that huh? Well it’s true hehe. I was hoping that it would have been kept a secret, but I guess it’s a little too late now” I joke. JB laughs and all the sudden I’m not as mad at Mark for pulling this rude prank on me. To be honest, I wasn’t even mad from the beginning, how could I be! I am looking and talking to an idol I love, who’s barefaced, hair in a bun, laying in bed with a sleepy look. How could I be mad at that?!I’m living the “y/n” life right now!

“Well it’s good to know that my hyung is being taken care of by someone as pretty as you. What are you planning on doing with hyung by the way?” he asks curiously. I’m taken aback by the sudden question, but come to realize that my stupid mind somehow decided to be in the gutter. Frazzled, I reply

“Oh! I was just about to give him a bath because he’s not allowed to walk according to the doctor”

“uhhh...huh?...Marku…” he calls out to Mark. I realized that what I said probably didn’t make much sense to him so he asked for Mark to translate. My assumption was right when I heard Mark speak up in Korean and talked for a little while JB listened intently. I then heard an “ahhh~” from the phone meaning JB understood. Looking back at the phone, I can see JB’s eyes slightly shifting which makes me question what exactly Mark told him. Looking back at Mark, I ask

“Mr. Tuan, what exactly did you tell JB?” I say with gritted teeth

“Oh that you’re going to be seeing me naked in a few minutes” he smirked. Mark Tuan...I’m going to kill you. In a panic, I look to JB in shock

“I swear it’s not like that, well maybe a little, but I’m just giving him a bath!!” I frantically say. JB laughs jollily at my frantic state, but I feel like I heard him mutter something under his breath, but it was in Korean so I just kinda memorized it to search it up later.

“I have to go now unfortunately, it was nice getting to talk to you JB” I say happily. He smiles back with a reply,

“It was nice getting to talk to you too, be sure to take care of our Markipoo” he said proudly. I started laughing a little harder than before, who knew they would have a cute nickname for Mark!

“IM JAEBUM I TOLD YOU NOT TO CALL ME THAT!!” Mark says angrily. Before Mark can get any more words out, JB yells

“Bye nice to meet you!” and I reply,

“Bye love you too!” and the call ended. Wait… did I just tell JB I loved him?!? FFFUUCCKKKKK HE’S GOING TO THINK I’M WEIRD NOW!! HOW THE HELL DO YOU TELL SOMEONE YOU JUST MET YOU LOVE THEM!!! HOPEFULLY HE JUST THINKS IT’S AN AMERICAN THING...BUT I’M NOT EVEN AMERICAN...BUT I WAS RAISED HERE...WAIT HE DOESN’T KNOW ANY OF THAT!!! Maybe he’ll just think of it as a fan to an idol “I love you” not a man to a woman. This shift is not ending fast enough, but I have to be back here tomorrow night too. Rip.

Mark must have sensed my freak out because he mimics,

“I love you too” with a kissy face.

“Mr. Markipoo it would be wise of you not to mock the person working in the health profession, unless you want to make your hospital stay longer” I say through clenched teeth trying my best to hold my tongue.

“DON’T CALL ME THAT! But ok ok, that was just too priceless. You just made my hospital stay a lot more entertaining” he said laughingly.

“I’m glad you find enjoyment in my suffering” I say with a huff.

“Let’s just get started on the bath already because being in here I’m feeling more tortured” I say through a fake cry.

I grabbed the basin, filled it up with the hot water, and grabbed the soap and threw the towels into the water. I discard the top covers onto the ground to be put in the blue bag later. I then relay to him that I would start taking the gown off and he gives me the go ahead. Before fully discarding of the gown he asks,

“Um y/n, do you mind just leaving the gown around more of my private area?” he asks shyly.

“Oh of course! Would you like it placed over your butt as well?” I reply.

“Oh, um, sure if you don’t mind”

I placed the gown around the area and got him to roll over a bit to shove the gown under his butt so when he eventually turned over he would be covered. There is a certain appropriateness that comes along with my job and at this point my head is desensitized to a lot of things, but this is Mark Tuan we’re talking about. These are the abs that he’s shown off so many times at concerts and on lives; the teasing way knowing the thousands of fans watching will never be able to touch them, but here I am. Remembering I’m on the job, I ask the typical question,

“Would you like a hot towel to wash your face with? And do you want it with or without soap?” I ask.

“Sure and no soap please” he replied. I handed him the hot towel and proceeded with the comments.

“Since your arms look like they work fine, I will let you wash your upper body while i get your legs, cool? Cool” I conclude myself. Mark just laughed and went along. I gave him another hot towel with soap and he proceeded to wash.

“No staring no staring” I think to myself. I head for the legs and proceed to wash giving him direction to lift one and then the other. Who knew he had ticklish feet. We wash off the remaining soap and I grab towels so he can dry off. I tell him to turn his body so I can get his back. He does what I say and rolls to the side of the bed. I proceed to wash his back while with another wash cloth he has he cleans his private area. Same as before we rinse off and rolls again, but this time to face me. He was just staring at me until I realized he was washing his butt. I quickly turn around to give him some privacy (thank god for masks) and he pipes up,

“Why’d you turn around?” with an obvious smirk in his voice.

“Just to give you some privacy hehe, it’s kinda weird making eye contact through this, but just tell me when you're done” I reply surprisingly well.

“I’m done,” he replies. He finishes drying off and I let him hand me the used washcloths and towels to throw into the used pile of linens. I finished getting the old linens off and new linens on, got the new gown on and discarded the old gown as well. I dump the water out, set the basin aside, and toss the soap into the garbage. I gather the dirty linens into the blue bag, tie the bag up, and push it to sit outside the door. I head to the computer table and tap into his charts to document the bath he had just received. The room is silent and I just look over to see what he was up to. He’s just, staring...at me?

“W-what?” I ask slightly flustered.

“Nothing, just thankful that I just got an awesome bath from my pretty tech” he winked and yet again with that smirk. I think we have a few more vacant rooms in the unit.

“Alright Mr. pretty boy, do you need me to get you anything? It’s about the next time for vitals.”I relay.

“Already? It feels like just a few moments ago you were here”

“Yeah~ that little stunt you pulled with the video call was mad disrespectful and took up a bit of our time.” I snark.

“Ah~ really? Why do you sound so angry, I thought you would be more excited about it, but you looked like you were ready to murder me” he laughs.

“As much appreciated as that call was, imagine talking to one of your favorite celebs out of blue. Anyone would be flustered at that. I’m just glad that my mask covers my face and I at least have eyebrows on” I laughed sighed.

“Yeah, I see your point, but I bet you look perfectly fine even without the mask and eyebrows.” he remarks.

“Mr. Tuan I’m really going to need you to stop being such a flirt especially with stuff that isn’t true.” I joked, but meant it kinda.

“Who said I was lying though?” he deadpanned at me. His expression really caught me off guard so I just kind of shook it off.

“Um I’m just going to head out and I’ll be back in a little while” I say while exiting the door. Yet another deep breath and like clockwork the same nurse walks by,

“Funny running into you outside the same room, you don’t look ok, do you need any help with anything?” she asked caringly.

“Oh I’m fine, he’s an easy patient but giving baths can be tiresome even with the easiest patient.” I reply laughingly. Not that it’s a full lie though. Bed baths can take between 15 to almost 30 min depending on the patient. Especially bathing a patient by yourself, it’s a bit tiring. Then again, there is no way to explain the heart attack he gave me with the face time to JB that preceded the bath and the look he gave me when I left the room. I just know, he’s dangerous and I’m really going to have to be careful being around this man. Remember y/n, you love your job, you love your job...you love your job.

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deepintheblueocean · 4 years

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IN ANOTHER LIFE

William Choi x Jeong Tae-Ra. Mature Content.

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Jeong Tae Ra stepped out of her white van for her appointment for the day. She was supporting a medical campaign for the COVID crisis. She walked into the hospital knowing exactly who owned it. As soon as she thought about that one-night moment 4 years ago, he appeared: William Choi.

It made no sense why he got on her last nerves. She was huffing and puffing on having to interact with him, as she saw him walking towards her with that godforsaken smirk, as he threw things at his assistant.

He looks different. More mature. Less accessorized. Gone is the fur coat and the silver chains. She knew he still had his attitude with the way he acted like the ground was his runway. The way he swayed his arms and flipped his hair. The way he still wore his thumb rings. He can be so unbearably vapid, and unbearably hot. She didn't understand why he had such an effect on her.

William Choi spotted her from a mile away. There she was, Jeong Tae Ra, the only woman that had any sort of effect on him. Four years ago, he met her for the first time. A one-night moment that left him speechless and afraid of the way his heartfelt looking at her.

"Jeong Tae Ra!!! Still being a diva at every set? Are you here for charity work? Your assistants look extremely tired, stop harassing their lives!" He says flipping his bangs and adjusting his sunglasses above his head, very stylishly.

"Ya! William Choi, mind your own business! Stop harassing your assistant. How many have you changed through already? Clearly you're unbelievably unbearably!"

Both their assistants knew it was going to be a long night. The sexual tension was so thick, even a knife would have trouble cutting through it.

They both go through the campaign event on their best behavior. Shaking hands, fingers lingering a little too long while handing over the mic. Their relationship was unnecessarily complicated.

As the event ends, they both say goodbye to the people present and involved in making the event happen. She plays nicely as she shakes William's hand to thank him for helping set the event up. While she shoots daggers at him with her eyes, he winks back.

"Manger-nim, I think it'll go to that basement bar tonight. Don't worry about me, you go home. I'll call the driver or hail a taxi." Tae-Ra says.

"Are you sure? I remember what happened four years ago. Please be careful, don't get caught. Be safe"

"Excuse me, you're talking like I'm going to go see him. No thank you. He's such a waste of time. I just want a drink. I'll be fine." She replies to her manager.

Her manager drives her home, where she changes into more comfortable clothes. Clothes she wouldn't be caught dead in, knowing the diva that she is. She grabs the key to her Porsche and heads to the basement bar.

**flashback, four years ago**

Tae-ra had just gotten out of a shoot when she received a million messages from her best friend Yoo In-na, begging her to come on this double date with her. She really wasn't up for it. Men are so annoying and fake around her. It can be really frustrating to watch. However, she could use a drink and she'd do anything for her best friend. Little did she know, she was going to meet the one person that would keep her on her toes.

She asked her manager to drive her to the restaurant they were meeting at. She was wearing a tight outfit, one that accentuated her curves in all the right places. It wasn't scandalous, just a turtle neck body con. Her hair was left open. A hair tie on her left hand. She wore a bare face. While she was known as a diva, makeup wasn't really her favorite accessory. Luckily she had great skin, and a lip balm does wonders for her lips. When she got the place, she was led to a private room. Yo In-na was already waiting for her with her date. He's not here yet? That's kind of rude. Who keeps a woman waiting? This is going to be an interesting night for him. In her mind, she had made up that she was going to make this man feel awful for keeping her waiting.

"Yoo In-na you didn't tell me who was going to be my date."

"Uhhh yeah about that if I told you earlier you would have bailed so I'm sorry for what's about to happen."

"Who is it?"

"It's William Choi."

"Excuse me? William Choi? The playboy William Choi? The one that goes around acting like he owns everything and people worship the ground he walks on? That William Choi? Fuck. In-na you owe me big time for this one."

"I know! I know. I'm so sorry, and you're the best Tae-ra. I'm so sorry."

Just as she finished that sentence, she heard it. It was unmistakably his voice.

"Where is the room, I hope its the biggest room you've got here." He entered, in his fur coat, long silver chains, sunglasses, and finger rings.

Who the fuck wears sunglasses at night. I hate him already. She scoffs.

"Hello everyone, I hope I haven't kept you waiting for too long. But then the party never starts without me." With a pretentious laugh, he sits down takes his sunglasses off, and throws his gum in tissue and tosses it in the trash.

"I guess this is my date," he says as he winks at Tae-ra while sitting down.

Lee Dong Wook, Yoo In-na's date, whispers "William please behave yourself. I really like this girl, don't ruin it for me."

"Yeah, yeah. I'll be on my best behavior" he whispers back with a smirk.

Tae-ra, in an extremely agitated mood, decided to drink her weight in alcohol. She was just annoyed by his aura. She would be lying if she didn't think he was super attractive and extremely hot. Something about him really drew her in. But he was known to be an asshole, and she really doesn't need that kind of drama in her life. She just scoffed at him.

She looks drunk he thought. Very cutely drunk. He wanted to take her home, take care of her, and cuddle her in bed kind of cute. Hold up, what was that thought. He's never thought this about any woman. Usually, it's one night stands; a game of seduction. It's never anything more than that. He even has a separate apartment for his escapades, but he's imagining her in his own bed.

They haven't said many words to each other, they just shared a bottle of wine. She's looking at him like she's about to bite his head off. She's so cute. He needs to snap out of these thoughts. He's the William Choi, after all. He only breaks hearts.

Their date was coming to an end, surprisingly to William's dismay. Dong Wook said he'd take Yoo In-na home. While Yoo in-na protested a little, she caught glimpses of how William was looking at Tae-ra. She knew Tae-ra would be safe with him, so she allowed William to drop a drunk Te-ra back home.

"William behave yourself! And thank you for dropping her back home," Yoo In-na replied.

William told his driver to follow him while he drove her Porsche back to her house. He carried her from the car seat as she put her arms around him. Gone was the facade of the asshole.

In all honesty that was just a pretense for the world, he wasn't actually the asshole everyone makes him to be. It was just easier to not display vulnerability in a cutthroat world and society. That's something he learned from his father. You can't have people walk all over you.

As he picked her up out of her car, he could hear her slurred words "I am Tae-ra! Are you a part of Tae-ra-byte? You should be? How could you not be? I won a daesang you know. I'm a famous actress. You should be my fan. I'm the famous actress Tae-ra, you handsome man.

He giggled as he laid her down on her bed. He went out to grab a glass of water, and some aspirin to leave on her bedside. He took a look around and realized that this house did not look like one that belonged to a diva. It was quite humble and cozy actually.

He placed the water and medicine at her bedside. He sat next to her for a moment wanting to look at her face when she's not scoffing at him for the asshole he is. She was beautiful. Barefaced and perfect. He pushed back a strand of hair as she caught his hand and said, "I don't want to be alone tonight. Please stay. thud thud. He felt out of breath. thud thud. He wanted to stay.

So he did something he's never done before. He laid down next to her. she came closer and nestled her face next to his neck. thud thud, what is going on. He waited until she had fallen asleep. He found it hard to leave. He left a note next to her bed. He couldn't be soft, so he put his facade back up and walked out.

Looking at his driver he said "what?!" as he flipped his hair and tightened his fur jacket. Having been his driver for over a while, ever since he was a kid, he just smiled and shook his head as he let him into the car and drove them home in the wee hours of the morning.

She wakes up in the morning with the worst headache. As she gets up holding her head to look for water, she finds water and drugs right next to her bed with a note attached.

"I had fun last night ;) ."

Excuse me what?!

She quickly looks under the blankets to find that she was wearing the same clothes as yesterday and sighs in relief.

What does he mean by fun? What the hell happened? Then she remembers. TAE-RA WHAT HAVE YOU DONE omo shit what the hell Tae-ra noooooo dammit.

Well, at least she never has to see him again. Oh, she wants to bury herself because of embarrassment. She's never been like that with a guy. thud thud She can feel his fingertips on her face. She yells into her pillow.

*end flashback*

She's awakened out of her thoughts by a car honking behind her. In reality, she's thought about reaching out to him again. He is good looking after all and she has needs, but Tae-ra's ego is way too big for her to reach out to someone she was momentarily vulnerable with.

She parks her car - valet isn't conspicuous enough - and goes to take a seat at her usual spot, all the way at the end of the bar. When she gets there, she sees that it's already taken. Being the diva Tae-ra that she is, she's about to go off when she spots the silver thumb ring. He lifts his head up, and it's none other than William Choi. The person she wants to avoid, but also wants to be next to.

This time it's his turn to be drunk. "Tae-raaaaaaaaa oh my Tae-raaaaaa, I'm a tae-ra-byte for you! What are you doing here? Are you here to see me?"

"NO" she scoffs.

"Can you be a little nicer to me? I've missed you."

She was taken aback by the confession. The William Choi admitting something sp sincere.

Well, since she was already at the bar she decided to order herself a drink. Before she could get to it, he said "the lady will have a martini with an orange twist."

Excuse me how did he know my drink.

"It's been four years Tae-ra, and I haven't been able to get you out of my mind."

Her drink arrives and she chugs its contents in one go. She feels soft. William Choi isn't someone she expected to be attracted to. This is the same man that drank a sip of coffee, that he usually likes, and said "what is this disgusting shit" and threw it back at his assistant. This William Choi is making her soft?

"Another one please bartender." She downs that one too.

"Your cheeks are flushed. You look cute." He needs to stop, she thinks.

It's not like she hasn't thought about this once in a while. "I'm scared," she says.

"So am I," he says.

"You wanna get out of here?"

At this point, she's downed three martinis within 10 mins. She's tipsy but aware of her decisions.

"Yes."

She leaves her car parked and takes his vehicle.

His driver asks "the other apartment?" He replies "no, mine."

The entire drive he looks at her like she's the biggest mystery to him. She can't meet his eyes. As he leads her to his loft, he never lets go of her hand. He rarely stops staring at her. This isn't the William Choi she knows.

"My Tae-ra-byte" he suddenly says. Why does he keep saying 'my'?

They barely get into the loft when she holds his face and kisses him. She just needs to know what's going on.

thud thud.

Whose heartbeat was that?

thud thud

It's both of theirs. As she moves away from the kiss, he quickly cups her face and kisses her back with more intensity. Breaking away to say "I've wanted to do this for long. Why do you effect me like this?"

"Why do you affect me like this?" she replies.

She kisses him back with equal desire. As their mouths battle to find air, she opens her mouth further to let his tongue in. They momentarily break away gasping for air. In less than a moment, they were back into it.

Tongues battling. Fingers running through hair. Faces being cupped. Bodies heating up. She wanted this, she wanted to know what it felt like to be next to him. She was curious.

He was curious. Stepping back from the kiss, he caressed her cheek and rubbed his thumb against it. He stared into her eyes, eyes that couldn't meet his. He returns to the lips he's missed so much even though it's barely been a minute. Kissing her gentler this time, he feels her hands raise up to unbutton his shirt.

He holds her hands, "are you sure?"

The player William Choi is asking me if I'm sure. Did he hit his head? Tae-ra gets what Tae-ra wants.

She nods her head, and he dives back in with more fervor. She continues to unbutton his shirt as she feels his hands go under her hoodie. Caressing and pulling her closer like there was any space left between them to cover.

She ran her hands over his sculpted body which elicited a moan from her. He lifter her hoodie off and stared at her mesmerized. Tae-ra wasn't shy. She knew she was desired, but this time the desire was so pure, it made her.....shy?

He held her hand and led them to his bedroom. They stand at the foot of the bed. He takes her bra off. Kissing her neck. Rubbing her nipples. The thumb ring seems to add to the pleasure. As he bites and licks her neck, she moans. It's harder for him to control himself. Her hands reach his pants. She rubs his bulge over his clothing, causing him to breathe deeply at her neck. As she unbuttons his pants, his hands are already up her skirt.

She pushes his pants and boxer down leaving him naked. As he cups her ass, he takes a nipple into his mouth. Then the other. She arches her back wanting more. Unable to control. Needing more. He's rubbing circles in her inner thighs. Massaging but not touching.

"Please," she says as she watches his mouth turn into that sinful smirk.

He pulls her skirt down and pushes her on to the bed. Legs pushed apart. Underwear easily ripped off and pushed aside. She can feel his breath at her entrance. In the next moment, his tongue is swirling at her clit. Fingers inside her. Pushing and pulling in a pleasurable rhythmic pattern. Loud moans indicating her climax, he stops. Kisses the inside of her thighs.

He looks up at her, and there she is. The magnificent creature shooting daggers at him.

Fingers back inside. Thumbs rubbing circles. Soft wet kisses on her belly. Mark leaving bites inside her thighs. He feels her pulsating around his fingers. Back arched and breathless moans. He knew where she was, and he wasn't planning to stop.

Before he could restart. She was up. Their dark lustful eyes meeting. He knew he wasn't going to be able to command anything.

She stood up. Pushed him down the bed. Got on top of him. Led him inside her. Both groaning in pleasure, feeling the warmth inside.

Every movement from her hips was electrifying a thousand neurons in his mind. Up. Down. Up. Down. Whispers in his ear "there is so much you don't know about me."

Pleasured groans. He wanted to find out what else there was to know about her. He could feel her tightening around him. In one swoop motion, he was on top. Harder. Faster. Breathless. Perspiring.

Both their names yelled out at the same moment. Breathless.

"stay. please." This time it was him.

She morphs into his body.

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"Good morning my Tae-ra byte. Stay. I ordered breakfast." There he is with that godforsaken smirk.

"Excuse you. I am Jeong Tae-ra. You do not tell me what to do."

Suddenly, the same thought: I'm home.

#the king eternal monarch #william choi #jeong tae ra

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