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I really loved your ghost fic with Xiao. But it left me curious to have a second part in which they finally find the way to communicate. Whenever is just to say goodbye and having reader going to the afterlife or getting stuck there forever in an eternal solitary pseudo-company together is up to you, I just want to see them talk 😭

awww, thank you! I'm so glad you loved it (though I am sorry for the sad feelings haha). And I was really struggling to find a way to end that orginal story in the beginning, which is the reason why it ended that way oops. Well, now here is the follow up for it. Compared to the small bit I wrote for Xiao... I mean not even compared to it, this is the longest fic I've posted on here so far? Ah, well. I just had so much fun with it.

Idea/Prompt: a follow up to Xiaos part in this post

Genre: a bit of Angst and Hurt, more comforting than the first part, but if the ending is a happy one is up to you!

Characters: Xiao (Zhongli as side character, mention of Hu Tao, Verr Goldot, a new character I made up that did not get a name)

Format: Text

Word count: 5593

Content warning: mentions of blood, spoiler-y for the second act of Zhonglis story quest and the same spoilers warnings as for the OG post! this is not proof read, I started writing this at midnight and its 5am now ahha fml

The Ghost of you Part II. - To the end

yes we are keeping the mcr names

“Xiao”, he felt an uneasiness in his body upon hearing his name. Where was he? Looking around, Xiao saw he stood in a field of flowers. When did he come here? He had no recollection of it at all. Confused he furrows is brows, worry filling his heart and then- “Xiao.” There it was again, that voice calling out to him. Speaking his name softly, voice filled with affection. Where did it came from? He walked around the field, no end of it in sight, looking for that voice calling out to him. The longer he searched for it, the more his heart was filled with dread. “Xiao.” This time the voice came from behind him and when he turned around, he saw you, holding your hand out to him and smiling. “(Y/N)”, Xiao looked at you in disbelief. Was it really you standing in front of him? Your laugh pulled him out of his trance. “Xiao, why are you standing there like a pillar? Come, take my hand,” and at that you wiggled it a bit, signalling him that you're waiting for him to take it. “(Y/N),” Xiao repeated, standing still and looking at your hand, then to you. “What are you doing here?”. Again, you laughed as if what he said was the silliest thing you ever heard. “What do you mean by that? Xiao,” you shook your head and then you shoot him a bright, warm smile. “You wanted to come here, remember? Now come, take my hand and dance with me before the music stops.” Dance? Music? At first Xiao did not understand what you meant, but then he heard it. In the distance, the low sounds of a flute, a sweet melody that sounded strange but all too familiar. “Xiao”, he heard you whisper his name, speaking so gently. Slowly, he was still a bit hesitant, he reached out for your hand, taking it in his. A smile came across your face at the touch of your hands. With a swift motion Xiao was pulled into your arms, you both at first staying still in that embrace. “Xiao, lets dance, okay?”. With that you both started to waltz around the field, Xiao not knowing how he knew to dance like this, but somehow, he did. The dread that started to spread in his chest earlier was now gone, replaced by the feeling of love he felt for you. Still, there was something tugging at his mind, telling him something was amiss here. It felt familiar, yes. However, it also seemed to be strange to him at the same time. Though Xiao tried to push the nagging feeling away, wanting only to enjoy this pleasant moment with you. Which is why he at first didn’t notice how the sky darkened above them nor that the music had stopped a while ago. As you both stopped to dance, still holding each other in your arms, he heard you call out to him again. “Xiao”, the sound of your voice was filled with pain and when he looked at you in his arms the light behind your eyes was gone, your face stiff and emotionless. At the sight of your dead eyes, he wanted to part from the embrace, but he couldn’t let you go. Xiao saw the blood, saw the bruises and suddenly he was on his knees again, you are laying in his arms. He wanted to cry, wanted to say your name but he couldn’t. It was as if there was no air to breath so he could speak. And then – “Xiao.” His name. “Xiao.” Again. “Xiao.” Over and over again he heard how his name was spoken, but with every whisper of his name the voice became more distorted, louder. Until he cowered in pain at the sound of it, wanting it to stop, wishing for it to stop. “Xiao”.

With that Xiao woke up, his body covered in cold sweat and his breathing erratic. Another nightmare of you, another nightmare of something he wished the both of you could’ve done but never did – because of his shortcomings. Xiao sat atop of a rock, looking over the forest in which your ghost continued to wander aimlessly around. He had been watching you for a few weeks now, trying to figure out what kept you here and how he could help you. However, Xiao was clueless at what could be the cause of this. It was clear to him now that he couldn’t help you, he needed to find someone who could. Looking down at the forest, seeing your ghost wander around between the trees, he softly whispered. “I will be back soon, I won’t leave you again for long, I promise.” There weren’t many people Xiao could ask for help. Back when you were alive Xiao wasn’t the most social, wanting to keep his distance from humans. After you died this habit of his, avoiding others, only worsened. So, the only person Xiao could think of to ask for help in this matter was the same who saved him from his servitude as a bloodhound. Zhongli spend most of the last hundred years among the people of Liyue, but for a few decades now he lived in a remote house. It was now the door of said house Xiao knocked on, knowing that although he could easily enter the house, Zhongli preferred it for him to knock. “Ah, Xiao, it is nice to see you,” Zhongli greeted the adeptus. As Xiao entered the house and followed the tall man into his kitchen, it was a standard practice of Zhongli to drink a tea with anyone who visited, he couldn’t stop to notice that the notebooks scattered around the house grew in number. “So,” Zhongli began his question, “what brings you here? From your troubled look I can tell you didn’t come for the tea or my company.” With that Xiao didn’t waste any time on more formalities, explaining his predicament to the former Geo-Archon. “Mmmh, I see,” he replied, taking a sip from his cup. “I fear I might not be much of help in this case, although I have some knowledge on the topic of the human afterlife, I can’t think of a solution to this. However, it might be best to go ask Hu Tao on advice, as she is way more… let’s say, perceptive when it comes to the dead.” How bothersome, Xiao thought at the mention of Hu Tao. “Zhongli, Hu Tao is long dead”, was all Xiao could say. It happened more frequently now that Zhongli seemed to forget things, small ones but also important pieces of information and this filled Xiao with unease. He didn’t like it that the erosion of Zhongli already was set in motion, thinking about that one-day Xiao might have to face him in battle should he lose all sense of self and sanity. Neither did Zhongli enjoy slowly losing his memories of the past – although he wrote down as much as possible, it bothered him that he had to even rely on his notebooks. “Ah,” Zhongli replied, setting his cup down on the table and with a troubled look, “I seem to have forgotten something again. Would you please help my memory, when did this happen?” “One thousand years might have already passed,” Xiao saw how much it stirred Zhongli up that he had forgotten the passing of a friend. “She had a good life, right? I’m sorry for asking, but I somehow can’t seem to remember much about her later life.” “Yes,” Xiao answered, thinking about the 77th Director of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor. There weren’t many humans he tolerated or even enjoyed being around, but Hu Tao was one Xiao always was fond of. She was also the one at the Parlor that day you died, when Xiao came in with your dead body in his arms, he hoped he might find Zhongli maybe he could do something about it, but… Xiao knew there was nothing anyone could do. Hu Tao understood his pain, without a word she showed him where to put your body and prepared your funeral, without even asking for a single Mora. “Then, “Zhongli pulled Xiao out of his thoughts, “maybe you might find help with the new Director, her family always had some knowledge about that human afterlife that’s even a mystery to me.” With that

Xiao said his goodbye to Zhongli and made his way to Liyue. The city of Liyue changed over the last thousand years a lot, but the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor was still one of the constants in the city. Xiao couldn’t remember the last time he visited the city, though it must have been a few hundred years ago for sure. He just never really liked it and since, what the humans called a ‘industrial revolution’, the city was even more crowded and overwhelming for Xiao. “Welcome to the Wangshen Funeral Parlor, how may I help you?”, a young person greeted Xiao as he set foot into the building. At the enthusiastic way the person greeted him as he entered a funeral home, Xiao was sure this was one of Hu Taos descendants. He barley could imagine anyone else be so happy surrounded by death. “Are you the director?”, Xiao asked in his usual stern voice. “The 107th Director of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, yep that’s me!” “I may need your assistance.” “Wonderful, I’m always happy to help- oh well, not happy as I am happy for your loss, my condolences by the way, but in happy as I am happy that I can be of help. So, what do you need help with? We have some wonderful new coffins out of a wonderful wood, really they are also very comfortable, not that comfort is that important for someone who’s dead, but I thought it might be also of interest to say that they are really comfort-“, ah yes, Xiao thought, definitely related to Hu Tao. “I don’t need a coffin”, he interrupted the young director. “Oh, um… what can I help with then?”, they asked and then Xiao explained everything to them. At first, he wasn’t sure of the director would be of help, most humans have long forgotten the existence of the gods and adepti, as most of them died or lived a life among humanity, but sure enough the director did turn out to be well versed with the forgotten knowledge of the world. “So, you say the ghost is just roaming around those woods? Nothing else happens?”, the director asked, sitting in their chair in the back office of the Parlor, and they had their hand on their chin, looking like they were thinking about something “Will you be of help now or why do you keep repeating the same useless questions?”, Xiao became a bit impatient now. He just needed to know if someone was able to help you. Without even answering the question the director stood up from the chair and walked towards a bookshelf, pulling a big and old looking book out and opening it up on the table. “Mmmh, from what you’ve described it seems to be nothing to grave, they don’t seem to have become an evil spirit just yet, moreover it seems like they are just one who got lost, though it is surprising that after such a long time the spirit didn’t just turned into something malicious. Normally for most human ghosts it takes a few hundred years until they go insane and well, you know all too well what then happens with an evil spirt I guess.” Xiao was aware what happened to the evils in the world, because it was mostly him. Though he didn’t like to think about it what it would have meant if you- no, he didn’t even want to finish that thought. “How do I help them?”, he didn’t care about any of the other information, he just wanted to find a way to help you. The director pointed at a passage in the book in front of them and continued. “What we have to do is easy if you think about it, I just need something that belonged to the deceased they held dear, a few materials like Qingxin flowers, around twenty should be enough, and the next part is more tricky if you don’t know the deceased that well, which shouldn’t be a problem here, but we need to, well you need to, speak some words that you know are important to them. A story or something like that, sometimes even the voice of a loved one is enough to help to guide the spirits back. Though I will definitely have to accompany that spirit to the border, just to make sure it won’t happen again, you know getting lost, because I can’t guarantee this method will help a second time.” Xiao was quiet. Something that belonged to them, when the director said

those words, his hand immediately flew up to the necklace with the small pendant he wore. Xiao wasn’t the most adept with words, he rather enjoyed listening to what you had to say to him most of the time. He enjoyed the sound of your voice; it was so much more pleasant than his own. One day, Xiao still remembers it so well, your voice said something he did not expect for you to say. “Xiao, I love you.” It took him by surprise, standing on the balcony of the Wangshu Inn, watching the night sky… he suspected that you liked him that way, he did too. Oh, but how he hoped that you wouldn’t say anything about it, like he planned too. Your openness scared him. The idea of being loved scared him, for what was there to love about him? He didn’t want to be a burden to you, his karmic debt, his burden – he feared it would all just make you hate him one day if he let you see it all. That night, after you said these words, Xiao disappeared without a word from your sight. He wasn’t far away, but he wished back then that he teleported out of his hearing range. The sobs that came from you after his departure broke Xiaos heart. After this he avoided you, which wasn’t too hard because you did the same thing too. But with every day that passed when Xiao didn’t see you, hear your voice, his heart grew heavier. Asking himself if he really did do the right thing. Verr Goldet approached Xiao a few weeks after your confession, inquiring why now you didn’t come to the Inn anymore. Xiao did not answer her question, but Verr was a smart woman and at the look in his eyes she understood. “Don’t give up someone you love, only because you are scared of the love you both feel for each other, Xiao”, was all she said. This was the final push for Xiao to finally get over himself and embrace the feelings he felt for you. He didn’t know anymore where the idea came from, but he decided to gift you a handmade necklace along side his confession. Xiao was scared that it might be too late for telling you that he felt the same. However, he knew he had to do it and he wanted to give you something that showed you how he felt too. So Xiao collected the material all around from Liyue, creating a metal necklace and using a small piece of Cor Lapis, your favourite you told him once, as the pendant. With that he looked for you, finding you sitting in the middle of a flower field. “(Y/N)”, he said, stopping himself from continuing when he saw how you jumped at your own name. “Xiao! You scared me!”, you quickly stood up and turned around to him. Xiao wasn’t the most adept with words, he enjoyed listening to you – but you stayed quiet after facing him and you kept quiet when Xiao came closer. “I-“, he began, but unable to speak the words he so wished you to hear from him. Instead, he took your hand and put the necklace in it. “I- I made you this,” was all he could say, feeling how fast his heart pounced in his chest. The look in your eyes, Xiao saw the love you felt for him in them. “Xiao, I-“, he saw how you viewed the necklace in your hand, tears starting to form at the corners of your eyes. Before you were able to finish the sentence or let the tears fall down, Xiao took your face in his hands and kissed you. Yes, he wasn’t the most adept with words, but he learned that he could show you how much he loved you in other ways.

From that day on you wore that necklace every single day, never taking it off since Xiao but it on you after the shared kiss. You joked that it was a physical representation of your love for each other, though Xiao felt like you actually meant it. And somehow it really was. Xiao remembered how that necklace was still around you neck when he took your body to Hu Tao, he remembered that it was covered with your blood. He didn’t even think about taking it off you. It was Hu Tao who gave him that necklace after your burial and since then he hadn’t taken it off. It was the last thing he had of you, the last reminder of your love for each other and every night after your death, when he cowered in pain because of his karmic debt, the cool touch of the stone on his skin helps him to stay sane. Just like the flute he heard even long before he met you.

When Xiao and the director arrived at the forest, they collected the flowers on their way, he could see your ghost again. Walking around, calling for him. His heart breaks every time he had to witness your suffering. “Okay, we have the flowers… do you have something that belonged to them with you, Xiao?”, the director asked, and Xiao shifted his focus from you to them. Slowly he took the necklace off, feeling somehow so vulnerable without it, and gave it to the director. “You know where they start their walk and end it right?”. Yes, Xiao knew that. He had watched over your ghost for the past couple of weeks and noticed that you were walking in circles, without even knowing so it seemed, starting from the place you died and ending up there again. Although your body was buried in another part of Liyue and already long gone, taken back by nature, you stayed here. Where you died. Xiao wished he had come here earlier. Together with the director Xiao made his way to the place where your life ended and your endless suffering in a sort of limbo started, laying down the flowers and the necklace. “And how is that supposed to help them now?”, he asked, not sure how any of this will work. “Like I said, we put down something that belonged to them and was important because they will gravitate to the feelings still connected with that object. The flowers are helping, because they built a bridge between the living realm and what state they are in. Now we just need some words that they have a connection with, in the past it used to be certain prayers because people kept using them a lot, but you know it honestly doesn’t matter what you say, it just needs to be connected to them in some way. Maybe their favourite story or a lullaby, there are many possibilities.” “A lullaby, huh,” this was something Xiao hadn’t thought about in a long time. “Xiao, are you alright?”, he heard your voice from across the dark room. It was the middle of the night, normally he would be out killing monsters, but for tonight you were able to make him sleep with you. When you found out that he never sleeps you were shocked, though he tried to calm you saying that an adeptus didn’t need to sleep. “Maybe you don’t need to,” you told him with a stern look, hands on your hips, “but it will be good for you too, believe me!”. And somehow, after each of you confessed the feelings for the other, you were able to make him sleep next to you some nights. Just for that night his karmic debt plagued Xiao. He sat in front of your window, trying to keep his distance from you, not wanting to disturb your sleep and he didn’t want to worry you. “Xiao?”, you asked again, but instead of an answer Xiao growled in pain. Suddenly you were beside him. “Don’t”, he said through gritted teeth as you tried to touch him. “You’re in pain, let me help you.” He saw your worried painted face, ashamed that you had to see him like this. “It’s fine, I’m used to it. Don’t worry.” “Don’t tell me not to worry when I see the person I love most suffering,” and with that you took his hand. “Please Xiao, let me help you.” Even when he wasn’t in such a weakened state it was hard for Xiao to refuse you and now – all he wished for was your comforting touch. You led Xiao back to bed and when you noticed how he had a fever you quickly prepared a cold and wet towel for him. As you both lied down in bed you took Xiao in your arms. “I don’t know if this will help,” you began after a short amount of silence, “but when I was a child my mother always used to sing this lullaby to help me fall asleep. She even continued singing it when we were older and got sick… it always helps me feel better and at ease, shall I sing it to you?”. Xiao only gave a small nod, not believing it would help when you sang that song for the first time. But it did, you soothed his pain and helped him fall asleep. From that night on you would sing it more often to Xiao, he never asked for it but you somehow always knew when he wished to hear it, especially on the nights when is karmic debt caused him great pain. That lullaby became

another sign of how much you loved each other – the necklace was Xiaos gift, the song yours.

Now there he stood, in this forest that once was just a plain field, the flowers and necklace to his feet singing that lullaby. Xiao never sang it when you were alive, he never sang at all. No matter how much you begged him to sing for you, this was something he always refused to do. Thinking about how beautiful your voice sounded, he never wanted to soil this song with his voice.

It felt like you screamed for Xiao for hours and hours on end, but your voice doesn’t hurt. Where were you? What had happened? In your head you repeated and repeated the last things you could remember again and again. You were walking in the fields, wanting to collect some crystal flies for a commission. Then you remembered that you were attacked, who or what attacked you slipped your mind. However, the fight was tedious and hard… and then you called for Xiao. That’s it. That’s all you could remember. But where was he? Where was Xiao? Didn’t he say he would always come when you called out for him? Why didn’t he come now? You feared that he was still angry with you, though you didn’t know anymore why he even should be angry with you in the first place. The two of you had a fight yes, but… was that it? You spend so much time apart, did he just decide you weren’t worth his time anymore? Did he maybe stop loving you? Those thoughts filled you with dread and you wanted to cry, cry at the thought of Xiao not loving you anymore, but somehow you couldn’t. So you kept calling for him, over and over again. “Xiao,” you screamed. “XIAO!” And then you heard something, at first you weren’t sure what it was, but there was a noise. You stopped calling out for him, trying to focus on where the sound came from, following the direction. It got louder and – was that Xiao singing? The closer you came towards the sound, towards Xiaos voice singing that lullaby… your mothers’ lullaby, the lullaby that became yours and Xiaos. Which he always refused to sing, no matter how much you pleaded. The closer you came you started to remember the things that happened more clearly. How you didn’t want to call for Xiao at first that day, how something hit you in your stomach and how you felt the blood gusher out of you. Yes, you remember how you couldn’t stand anymore and all that was on your mind was Xiao, you wanted to see him again. Just once. You wanted to tell him how sorry you were, how stupid it was for you to fight and how stupid it was to wait this long to call for him. You wanted to say this to him, all of it. But all you remember you said was his name. “Xiao.”

He stopped singing, his head flying up seeing your ghost stand right in front of him. His name. You just said his name. “Xiao,” you said it again, this time he heard you say it clearly and you looked right at him, not through. “(Y/N)”, it came more out as whisper. This is what he wanted. He wanted you to see him, to get out of that limbo, but why does it still hurt as much? “Ah, seems like it worked, great!”, the director interrupted the moment, looking at Xiao and the ghost of you. “I ummm- I’m gonna leave the two of you alone for a while, so you can talk things out, say your goodbyes, yadayadayada.” With that the director walked away and it was just you and Xiao.

“I-“, Xiao began, but somehow his voice failed him. What was there to say? What should he say? “Xiao,” he heard the hesitance in your voice. “Xiao, I am dead, right?”. He couldn’t stand looking at you, his eyes avoiding yours as he gave his short answer. “Yes.” “I see,” you replied quietly. You slowly started to remember the nights you stood on the field, waiting for him to come. “Why,” you weren’t sure if you wanted an answer to your question, “why didn’t you come? After, you know… I- I waited for you. I called you. Why-?”. “I felt guilty. It was my fault, if I just hadn’t tried to push you away again, then you wouldn’t have died, I’m so sorry,” his voice was so quiet, but you could hear how he tried to hold back the tears. “Xiao,” at hearing his name again he looked back at you, you now seeing the tears that pooled at the corner of his eyes. “It wasn’t your fault. I shouldn’t have pushed you… and I should have called for you earlier. But Xiao,” you saw how the tears started to fall down his face, “it wasn’t your fault.” He couldn’t hold it in any longer, Xiao fell to his knees, hands in his face and crying. “Please,” he sobbed. “Please, forgive me. I should have protected you that day, I should have come here earlier and see what was happening… please, forgive me.” You walked towards Xiao, reaching out your hand, wanting to touch him. Wanting to take him in your arms, but you couldn’t. It broke your heart. “Xiao, please, please look at me,” he did, his eyes red and filled with his tears. “There is nothing to ask for forgiveness for, you did nothing wrong Xiao. It’s alright. I’m sorry for leaving so soon, for running away that day we had this stupid fight. I don’t even know what it was about…”. “I don’t know either”, Xiao admitted and somehow you had to laugh a bit at that. None of you ever remembered why you fought even in the first place, all of this nearly felt so normal. But it wasn’t. Xiao wiped away the tears from his eyes and stood up again, this time to be able to face you. You looked just like he remembered, except for the see-through part but… your smile hasn’t changed. Even if this was a sad one. “Xiao, how much time has passed since I died?” That question surprised him. “Around…”, he was hesitant to tell you the truth. Should he really tell you? “Xiao,” and you looked at him and he knew that he couldn’t hide the truth. “A thousand years perhaps.” Thousand years, you thought. For thousand years he walked around with this guilt, for thousand years he kept that necklace that still was on the ground… for thousand years he lived his life, still mourning you it seemed. “Did you get over me?”. Again, another question he didn’t expect. Why were you asking him this? Did he get over you? “No, every single day since you died you were on my mind, I couldn’t forget you and I do not wish to. I can never get over you.” This wasn’t the answer you hoped for. “Xiao, I’ve been dead for thousand years. Even if I hadn’t died that day, I would have died on another one. Thousand years compared to what, sixty? Maybe seventy years if I had lived a full life is nothing. Humans are weak after all, aren’t we?”. You didn’t mean to stir him up with your last comment, it was more intended as a joke, alas a sad one, but somehow you struck a nerve within him. “No, they are not. I always said that, but I was wrong (Y/N). I don’t understand how you human can live your life, knowing that you will die, that those you love will inevitably die. How you can idly sit next to people you care about forgetting important things, things about themselves, struggle to remember who they are, seeing them die… and you move forward. I watched over you humans for such a long time, protecting you and I still- I don’t understand how. How can they love again? Where does the strength come from to keep moving forward?”, Xiao’s voice was full of pain, you heard it clear as day, seeing how tears rolled down his face again. You felt that there were even other things weighing heavy on him, not only you, but you knew that you couldn’t comfort him. That this was

something he needed to figure out himself. “Xiao, you will learn. You will understand it one day, it just takes time.” Your voice heavy with sadness and oh, how you wished you could take him in your arms, wipe his tears away and kiss him.

Before Xiao could reply anything in return the director disturbed the two of you again. “So, are you ready now?”, looking directly at you. “No, but I stayed here for far too long now, didn’t I?”, a sad smile coming across your face. You really didn’t want to leave, but you knew you couldn’t stay any longer. It was time. “I will come with you as far as I can,” Xiao had wiped his tears away and stood now right next to you. If you still had a body your shoulders would touch.

Xiao and the director accompanied you to the border of life and death in silence. Before you crossed it you looked at Xiao. He looked so sad, as if he was to lose you a second time. “I wish,” you heard him say, “that you could stay just a bit longer. I know it’s selfish, but I just wished you could have stayed by my side forever. But you can’t stay, and you shouldn’t.” “Xiao, I feel the same. I wish I could have spent eternity with you, but I can’t and it okay. I just want to ask you for one thing, one last promise before I go, okay?”. Xiao looked at you with a heavy heart. “Yes.” “Promise me you will try to find happiness for yourself again, okay? Promise me you will love again, please. Don’t stay alone.” Silently Xiao looked at you to then finally say “I promise.” “Thank you Xiao,” Archons, you wished you could take his hand. “Now then,” you said looking in the directions you had to go. “Time to go.” “(Y/N)”, you heard Xiao say before you left. “I love you.” “I love you too, Xiao.” As Xiao and the director left the border, he stayed quiet, the atmosphere being quite sombre. “Maybe,” the director pulled Xiao out of his thoughts, “there is nothing behind the border and they stopped existing completely. But maybe their soul will now find a way back to you, just in another way? Who knows,” and with that the director left. Xiao didn’t know if he believed that you would find a way back to him, but as it started to rain and as it fell down on his skin, Xiao felt now lighter as if a heavy burden was taken off of him. With that he started to move forward again.

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Ride Or Die - Chapter 10 (m)

— pairing | Jeon Jungkook /Reader — word c | 11,619 — genre | Mafia au!, angst , Smut, mature — summary | He seemed to have come out of a museum for being so handsome, it seemed to be that badboy coming straight from the teen movies, but as you go deep into his life, you realize he was not a badguy just to annoy his parentes. He commanded a dangerous, feared gang.And you fell madly in love with him, almost leaving your life and everyone you knew behind, to be with him. — warnings/tags | Adult content, Violence, drugs, alcoholic beverages, explicit sex, low slang words. — A/N | Like or reblog, because if you read on the phone, I'm sure that the fanfic will crash the app.The two songs used in this chapter are: Serendipity and Desolation Row (MCR).

— Ride Or Die - Character Biography.

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When you and your sister arrived at the funeral, Brooklin had her husband to give her support, while the only support you had, was over with you. You hesitated to enter the graveyard, feeling that you couldn’t do that. It was when a hand gripped your waist, and it was Jimin who stood beside you, giving you a comforting look. Becca and Suhee were there too, beside you.

"I'm here with you." He whispered to you, looking into your eyes. "We are."

You took a deep breath, let out a corner smile, and went on, your legs fluttering and uncontrollable. Jimin squeezed his hand and arm around your waist as he felt you were getting heavy, as if you wanted to faint.

"It's all right, passion, I'm here." He whispered to you again, giving you the support you needed. He passed the whole burial with your face on his chest because you couldn’t and didn’t want to see the rest of the ceremony. As soon as you got home and saw all those people, family and friends on both sides, you just couldn’t stay there and then ran upstairs and into your old room, jumping on the bed and crying with your face against the pillow. Everything Jungkook had said, you knew that wasn’t true. Yes, there were people who wanted to hurt him, and yes, you believed the accident wasn’t really an accident, but you didn’t blame him for the death of your parents. What hurt you the most was the fact that he said he regretted everything that had happened with you, as if nothing of that was ever important to him as it was to you. Your head was jumbled at the moment, you could barely breathe, let alone think.

"Can i ask a question?" Suhee asked after her, Becca and Jimin come into your room to keep you company. You nodded after you managed to stop crying. “Where's Jungkook? He never leaves your side, why isn’t he here with you?”

“We ... He broke up with me last night.”

"He did what?" Suhee got up from the bed screaming. "But what the fuck that kid had in his head? I'm going to kill that son of a bitch when I see him in front of me. He used to say that you were the most important thing in his life and now he do such a fucking thing? I'll rip his head off ...”

"Suhee." You called her. "It's okay, I'll be fine, I just need time and rest."

"Sorry, I'm just ... I'm sorry."

“Look, Suhee and I were talking and we're going to uncheck our trip. There's no way we can leave you here in this state.” Becca said, making you widen your eyes.

“Don’t you dare do that. I swear if you uncheck this trip, I'll kill you both. I haven’t spent four months listening to you talking about this damn Italy to get here and you guys aren’t going.”

"But (Y/N) …"

“No ‘but’. I'll be fine without you. I'll feel guilty if you miss this trip because of me. Don’t uncheck it, please.” You asked. You was already feeling very bad about everything that was happening, you didn’t want to be the cause of your friends' unhappiness.

"Not to mention she will not be alone." Jimin spoke up. "I will not go on vacation. I was planning to spend the holidays studying, but it will be more fun to spend them with (Y/N)."

"You better get some rest, (Y/N). We'll help your sister downstairs, get some sleep." Suhee said giving a kiss on your forehead. Becca did the same. "Jimin, can you stay here with her, so she will not be alone?"

“Sure.” He smiled.

The two girls then left the room, leaving Jimin there, sitting next to you, while you lay with your hands beneath your face. He watched you. You was so beautiful, so sweet and affectionate. You didn’t deserve to go through anything bad.

“You can lie down if you want." You whispered with your eyes closed, knowing he was sitting there, and it might be uncomfortable for him. It took him a few seconds to decide, until he lay in front of you, leaning his head on his hand and watching you as you breathed calmly, breathing still failing sometimes for yours sigh.

“Passion?” He called you before he could stop himself.

“Hm?” You murmured, opening your eyes slowly and looking at him.

"I'm sorry that he broke up with you. But I want you to know that I'll never leave you." He whispered. You continued to stare at him until the corner of your mouth moved and you gave him a small smile before closing your eyes again and crawling up to him,shoving your face into the boy's chest that smiled at your reaction and hugged you, letting you sleep next to him.

The next day, the first thing your sister told you was that your parents' lawyer had come in and left you a letter. It was a testament your parents had made a few years ago. The letter said that your parents left all their assets to you, the house, your mother's shop, the savings in the bank, absolutely everything.

You avoided talking about it with anyone.

Your friends traveled and Jimin took some of his clothes to your house where he would stay for a few days so you didn’t have to be alone, because even if your sister and brother-in-law were there, she was exhausted and you didn’t want to disturb her.

The weekend came and you hadn’t heard from Jungkook or Hoseok or any of the boys.

On Saturday, you woke up two in the morning, screaming because of a nightmare. Jimin was lying on a mattress on the floor beside the bed. He woke up scared, bewildered, wondering what was the reason for your scream. As he sat up and looked at the bed, you were sitting, hugging your legs and crying wildly. He hastened to get up and jump on the bed, taking your face in his hands, worried.

"What happened, passion? Did you have a bad dream?" He asked in a low, soft voice as he used his thumbs to wipe your tears from your cheeks. You nodded, sobbing. He sighed and took you in a tight hug. "Do you want to talk about it, hum?" He asked whispering, stroking your hair, letting you calm down. You denied it, sniffing. You didn’t remember what had happened in the nightmare, you just remembered the terrible feeling you felt and the pain too. "Do you want some water? You didn’t eat dinner tonight, do you want something to eat?" Jimin's concern was clear in his voice. You denied again.

"Just hold me, please. I'm feeling so alone. I've lost my parents, and my friends ... and Jungkook ..." You burst into tears, with your heart breaking again. Jimin sighed sadly again, and tightened his arms around you a little more, wanting to give you as much comfort as possible.

"I'm here. You're not alone. We'll get through this together. I promise." He whispered to you, stroking your back and kissing your hair. With one hand, he pulled the blanket beneath him and with the other, he laid you on the bed. He lay down beside you and pulled the blanket over you. Jimin wrapped his arms around you, pulling you against his chest, comforting you, swaying your body lightly until you fell asleep, sobbing again.

On Monday, Brooklin and Jackson had to go back to England, but they knew you'd be okay with Jimin taking care of you. Jimin made sure to take them to the airport and on the way back to your house, you got a traffic jam. And you knew it would be a long time to get out of there, so you left a song playing while staring at the cars in the street.

"You know what? We should travel." Jimin said, making you frown and look at him, confused. He looked at you, waiting for you to say something, but you could not think of much to say at that moment.

“Travel?” You asked, wanting to make sure he had actually said that. Jimin nodded.

“Yeah! We should get out of town a little. You and me. Now. When the traffic flow, I can take the highway and we can go to a city nearby. My parents have an apartment over there. It is a small old town, the streets are of stones and the buildings are mostly historical. It's beautiful. A good place to rest your head. What do you say?”

“But would we go with nothing? No bags? I don’t even have my cell phone here. And what are we going to wear?”

"We'll figure it out later, (Y/N), come on, we need this, you need it." He said and you stopped to think. Maybe that was a good idea. You didn’t have to much to lose anyway.

“Okay, let's do it.” You said looking at him. Jimin smiled and shook his head, nodding, raising the volume of the music slightly, excited.

When the cars began to roll, Jimin made the return and entered the avenue that led to the highway. You would leave the city for a few days.

...

The way to the next town was calm, filled with conversations and laughter from the two of them. The first thing Jimin did when they got there was to order a pizza. The apartment was in the only edifice the town had in the highest part of the city. It was something more rustic, older, but certainly very elegant. There were two bedrooms, one of them being a suite. The suite was fully open, the part of the balcony was totally glass, which left the view of the whole city, for whoever took that room.

A few days went by and you ended up getting the suite, even though you said that Jimin could keep it. But he said that every time he went there, he kept the suite and he was sick of the sight. You couldn’t believe him, that was a pretty view for someone get tired of. Jimin was doing everything to not let you remember the bad things that happened, but eventually when you went to sleep, you remembered and cried silently so you don’t bothered Jimin.

You always go out to walk around the city, even if it were to visit the same places. You went to the little mall, the small museum, the lake park. And every time you weren’t looking at him, focused on anything else, when you were feeding the pigeons in the park, when you were distracted admiring some artwork in the museum, or when you were walking through the aisles of the supermarket, researching what you would buy to cook for you both, Jimin could always record a video of you or take photos, admired by how beautiful you were.

Sometimes he could record you laughing alone, as if you thought of something that makes you happy. Sometimes he would stop and stare at you, as if he were traveling to another world, and when you snapped your fingers in front of him, he would turn red and try to change the subject as quickly as possible when you asked what he was thinking. When you went to the city's amusement park, you were walking on all the possible toys, but he found some resistance when he said you should ride the roller coaster.

"Are you afraid of heights?"

"Nobody is afraid of heights, people are afraid of going up in high places, falling and dying." You exclaimed, giving a weak laugh. "There are always serious accidents on roller coasters like when the cart goes off the rails, or when the security lock breaks and the person is thrown out, or when …"

"Passion!” Jimin caught your attention when he saw that you were starting to freaking out. "Nothing's going to happen to you. You don’t have to be afraid."

"How are you so sure?" You asked crossing your arms, daring him to give you certain of that. Jimin found it lovely and laughed, shrugging and looking away, you looked cute when you were being a hardheaded.

“Okay, if something happens, and I know it will not, I'll grab your waist and jump out of the cart before you get hurt.”

You gasp in disbelief.

"You will not be able to do that. You're not the spider man."

"Maybe I'm not ... Or maybe I am. You'll only know if you ride the roller coaster with me." He said reaching out for you. You sighed and took his hand, rolling your eyes as he smiled at you and pulled you toward the toy.

“If I die and you don’t, I'll come back to haunt you." You threatened, making Jimin laugh and nod. Jimin bought the tickets, the two went to the queue and waited for your turn. As you sat down and locked the safety latches, you gripped the bar of the front seat so hard that your fingers lost it color. Jimin saw how tense you were and put a hand on yours, trying to keep you calm. You shouldn’t be like this, you've seen death close when you were kidnapped by those men. But the big difference between this moment and that moment is that before Jungkook was there to save you, but now he isn’t. The cart gave the first start and began to move. You closed your eyes too hard.

"I want to get out of here." You whimpered, making Jimin laugh.

“Unfortunately, miss, there is no turning back.” Jimin said as soon as the cart reached the top of the rails. You opened your eyes and opened them wide as you looked down and see how high you were.

“Fuck Jimin, i HATE YOU...” You shouted at the same moment the cart went down fast. Jimin laughed and made you loosen the bar of the front seat, raising your hands and screaming with you and the other people on the ride. You closed your eyes and used your free hand to grab Jimin's arm when the cart was upside down, screaming how much you hated him for doing that to you, while Jimin could only laugh at you and take advantage of the situation.

When the cart stopped on the platform, he was the first to leave, helping you out as well. You were unbalanced, because your legs were wobbly. He grabbed your waist as you walked away from the roller coaster.

"Are you okay?" He asked as they stopped near the cotton candy cart.

"I'll never do that again." You're laughing out loud. The pallor of your face began to disappear, giving way to your old, beautiful, stiff skin. "I cannot believe you made me do this." He smiled and took a cotton candy for you, watching you as you ate. "You look like a pervert looking at me like that." You said without taking your eyes off some kids dancing on a dance floor of a toy called 'Just Dance' near where you were.

"Of course, I have perversions for pretty girls who eat cotton candy." Jimin grunted, trying to look offended by what you said, but the only thing he could do was laugh after the loud chuckle you let go. "Is that interesting?" He referred to the children dancing.

"Yes, I think I'm going to go and show these children how to dance." Jimin raised his eyebrows and chuckled. You turned to him, handing the toothpick with cotton candy. "Hold my cotton candy, boy."

You bought your ticket and waited your turn. When you climbed the platform, you saw that you would compete with a child of about 11 years. Jimin stood at your side, watching you completely focused on the footsteps of the screen. As usual on that trip, he took his cell phone out of his pocket and started recording while you danced 'Pump it' from Black Eyed Peas. You started to sing along and be carried away by the music, ending up doing your own dance steps not caring if you were missing the sequences. At the end of the song, you congratulated the little girl you had competed with and headed toward Jimin, smiling. It was time to go.

A few more days passed and Jimin decided he would do something with the photos and recordings he had made of you. For a few nights while you slept, Jimin used the Desktop computer in the apartment's office and edited a video. He couldn’t find a song good enough to put as a soundtrack, until he looked at his cell phone and got an idea.

One afternoon, one day before you go back to your city, you were making lunch when Jimin yelled from the office for you. Entering the officer, you found Jimin standing beside the desk chair. He was smiling excitedly, which made you eyebrow curious as to why that excited smile. He pointed to the chair. You sat down.

"Please don’t be mad at me, I swear if you want me to delete it, I'll do it. But watch the video until the end, okay?" He asked and even confused, you nodded. He played the video and leaned against the wall, behind the chair, between the two windows of the room that had the curtains closed.

Your eyes widened when you saw that the video was composed of videos and photos of you, all of them while you were distracted, shopping, watching the lake view, looking at the old town grounds, even you dancing the day you went to the amusement park. So you started paying attention to the music, you had never heard it before but you definitely knew that voice. Your eyebrows shot up in surprise, your eyes widening and your mouth opened at the same moment, releasing a gasp and then smiling in wonder at what you was hearing. It was Jimin who was singing.

“날 구원해준 나의 천사 나의 세상 , 난 네 삼색 고양이 널 만나러 온, Love me now, Touch me now.”

The words were so beautiful, it contained so much innocence, so many emotions. Jimin's voice was soft, angelic, almost making you travel to another world just listening to him saying so many wonderful words. Your thoughts began to be filled with things about Jimin. About how much he'd been gentle and kind to you all that time, letting you complain to him about whatever you wanted. His eyes were always so clean, no guilty, no anger, were so serene. Different from the dark eyes of Jungkook that carried the darkness. He was a wonderful person and deserved someone who was wonderful to him too. And you knew this person was not you.

When the video ended, you sighed, amazed at what you had seen. Knowing he was standing behind you, you turned the chair, watching him with his arms folded, his head against the wall, waiting eager for your words.

"It was incredible, Jimin." You said, unable to find another word to express how marvelous you were. Jimin smiled in response, glad that you had liked what he had done. “Why didn’t you ever tell me that you sing?”

"Nobody knows that I like to sing, the only people who heard me singing were you and a friend who helped me record this song, it's a bit shameful, I'll admit." He said with a shrug. "I couldn’t find a better song to put in the video, so I put that one on."

"Your voice is beautiful."

"Only my voice?" He asked in a playful tone, biting his lips. You just laughed. "Really, of all the girls I know, you were the only one who never told me I'm cute."

"It's because I don’t need to, because besides you already know this, I see more than just a pretty face in you. And I'm not like other women."

"Yes, you are not. It is incredibly better." He said with a intense look, and you can not deny that it stung something in you. You swallowed, saying you had to finish your lunch. You got up and thanked him for the video, and then left the office, heading straight for the kitchen. The rest of the day you avoided getting close to Jimin, afraid that your natural instincts made you do something you could regret.

…

The next day, after lunch you prepare to return to the city. You two talked all the time laughing and playing with each other. It was raining, so Jimin took almost twice as long to return to the city, and went straight to your house. As soon as he turned on the street of your home, you frowned and narrowed your eyes at the sight of a black Blazer parked almost over the front yard of your house.

You lost the air of your lungs, almost suffocating.

"Hoseok!" You said aloud, the smile creeping to your lips, lighting your face with the thought of seeing him again.

“What?”

Jimin frowned and looked at the house, seeing that the front door was wide open. When he stopped the car in front of your house, you left, hurrying toward the house. Jimin was quick enough to get out of the car and run to you, stopping you halfway, grabbing your wrist, making you look confused at him.

"Does Hoseok have the key to the house?" He asked in a voice full of concern and you denied it. "So how did he get in? We should call the cops, it may not be he who is in there."

“It's his car Jimin." You said pulling your arm to free yourself, but he didn’t let go.

"He invaded your house while you were not here, (Y/N)..." He stopped talking when he saw someone leaving the house. You looked at the door, seeing the dark haired boy all dressed in black coming down the porch stairs and striding toward you. And he didn’t look happy. You pulled your arm again, and this time Jimin released it, and you headed toward him.

"Where the fuck were you?" He growled as you approached him, grabbing your waist and lifting you off the ground, hugging you with all the strength he had. Millions of feelings took hold of your body, but one in particular made you hug him back and cry compulsively. It was comfort. When he put you down, he made you walk around, checking to see if you were okay. “Where the hell have you been? I tried to call you, but your phone were just off, i came here almost every day to find out if you were okay. When you didn’t answer, or didn’t want to open the door for me, i thought you were very hurt, but today your neighbors said they hadn’t heard a single noise in the house for weeks. I had to go in to see if it was okay, but you weren’t here.” And so he took his eyes off of you and looked at Jimin who had been standing a few steps behind you, staring at them both. “Who are you?”

"Park Jimin. (Y/N) was with me all the time."

Hoseok then turned his eyes to you, brows furrowed, waiting for you to explain to him.

“I didn’t want to spend the university holidays alone, Becca and Suhee traveled to Italy. Jimin gave us the idea of getting out of the city so we traveled to a small town that is near here. I was safe all the time.”

"And you didn’t think to warn us?" He asked moving away from you with irritation taking over his face. "Do you have any idea how we're worried about you, (Y/N)? All of us.”

“He told me to leave, Hoseok. He told me that I would never see you again then what should I have done? I just did what he told me to do.” And so you lowered your head, looking away from him. He sighed, knowing you was right. He ran his hands through his hair and opened his mouth to speak, but his cell phone started ringing at the same moment.

"False alarm, she's here, she's safe." He said into the phone. His eyes went to you and so he held out the cell phone to you. You already knew who it was. You picked up the phone, your hands shaking, and put it to your ear, unable to speak, feeling like you had a knife in your throat.

“Are you okay?” Jungkook's calm, worried voice said from the other end of the line making your heart skip.

“Jungkook...” You couldn’t say any more. You broke down in tears, all mixed feelings, sadness, anger, pain. He was always the reason for your downfall and for your rise. He was your illness, but he was also your cure.

"Answer me, baby, are you okay? Did someone hurt you physically? Do you feel threatened or being watched?”

“No” You answered in sobs.

“Good.” And then the call ended, and your heart broke into tiny pieces again. You handed the cell to Hoseok and Jimin walked up to you, hugging you and sighing sadly to see you in that state again. You had made so much progress these days that you spent together, but a Jungkook call was enough for you to break again. Hoseok looked at you for a few seconds. He didn’t like that, but there was nothing he could do at the moment, so he just passed you, got in the car and drove away.

…

The first month after the holidays was going well, Suhee and Becca had returned from Italy and spent most of the month talking about how beautiful the country was and how charming the Italians are, while you just told them how you spent the days with Jimin in his parents' apartment. You and Jimin also went out together often, but nothing was more than a conversation, even though sometimes you might feel a sexual attraction to him. Becca and Suhee tried to drag you into parties, but you could always get away from the frat parties. Somehow, you'd rather go to an gym to train your punches than to go to places where people were rubbing each other trying to forget their personal problems, knowing that nothing you did would make you forget- which is the main problem. Your lack of Jungkook. With that you ended up getting a lot better in your defensive skills.

"Are you sure you don’t want to sleep in my apartment?" Jimin asked after leaving you at the door of your house, after they had fun at an amusement park in the city. "You don’t have to be alone, you know that.” It was the two-month anniversary of your parents' death. Jimin didn’t want you to think about it all alone, but he wasn’t going to force you to stay with him either.

You watched Jimin. You didn’t know if it was because of the drink you took after you left the amusement park, or if you really wanted that, but one thing you were sure, you could not spend that night alone. You needed him, in every way.

"Stay here with me." You asked. “I need you ... In every possible way."

The blonde smiled as he pulled you into a calm, passionate kiss. He was in love with you, and even though you didn’t feel the same for him, even though you still loved Jungkook, he was happy to touch you, kiss you, and distract you whenever you needed him.

"Make me forget, please." You whispered against his lips, causing Jimin to smile and take you in his lap, wrapping your legs around his waist and letting you open the door before climbing the stairs as you kissed his neck and then tossed you onto the bed.

"I'll make you forget everything, passion." He whispered in your era, with lust in his voice.

And that was the first time you and Jimin had sex.

…

The second month was going as smoothly as the first. Before going to college, you went to the store that used to belong to your mother and was now yours, to see how things were going. 18 years and beyond the responsibility of studies, you had to deal with the finances of the store. Thank God, Eva, the store manager was great and always helped with everything. Then you went to college, you studied, you listened to your friends complaining about the loneliness of not having a boyfriend but the advantages of it, you listened to them trying to make you believe that dating Jimin could change your life, but you just ignored them and tried to change the subject.

You would go to the gym and then would go back home, seeing it empty and sitting in the living room thinking about everything you had lost and wondering how Jungkook should be. It was like this every day. Most of the time you caught the phone in hand, about to call him, but then you would give up and call Jimin, to talk and sometimes to go out for a night walk.

As much as you know that he was doing everything for you to like him, you just couldn’t. Not the way he wanted, at least. You had affection for him, physical attraction, but you didn’t feel anything like what you felt for Jeon.

You were now ready to leave the house, dressed in black pants with a few tears along the thighs, a black blouse and a dark choker around your neck, and boots. You took your jacket on the sofa and headed for the door. It had been months since you had gone to some bar that you really liked, and since it was Thursday and Purgatory, one of your favorite places that always had live shows of rock bands on Thursdays, was open, you decided to go there, to get out of the princess bubble you were entering by spending so much time with Jimin being a prince with you.

You liked how he was caring and patient with you, but it was already starting to piss you off. You adore him, but you need to break free, let the dark take over your body, just like you did when you went to rock bars with Jungkook.

After locking the front door, you descended the porch stairs toward your car, which you had bought a few days ago with the inheritance of your parents, but stopped walking when you saw a car approaching. Jimin. You continued on your way to the vehicle that was parked on the sidewalk and leaned against it, waiting for the boy to leave the Range Rover and head toward you.

"Wow!" He said looking at you with your back against the trunk, your hands in your pockets, balanced on only one leg while the other was bent back against the bumper of the car. “Are you going to any satanic sect?”

"How did you guess?" You pretended to be surprised, making him laugh.

“I liked the outfit, a little dark for what I'm used to, but black looks good on you.”

"Yeah, black is sexy and slim." You said crossing your arms. "To which I owe the pleasure of your visit?"

“Well, I was passing by and I decided to stop by to see if you wanted to order a pizza or take a ride to clear up the ideas, but I see that you're already leaving. Where are you going dressed like that?”

“I'm going to a crossroads, I have to sacrifice a virgin to seal my pact with Satan. Do you want to go?”

“Funny.” He pretended to laugh.

“I'm going to a bar that I used to go to. Every Thursday there are live shows and I need to dive a bit into the darkness of rock again. All this light and mellow pop music is making me sick.”

It was weird. Every time you dressed in black, every time you put on punk clothes, you get aggressive with words. It was as if it were your armor, something that made you feel more confident and comfortable with who you really were, it was like if the darkness were part of you, as it was part of Jungkook. Ah Jungkook, I miss you so much. You thought, looking away for a few seconds.

"Sounds like fun." Jimin's voice said bringing you back from your thoughts and frowning at him. You blinked a couple of times confused. Jimin didn’t like rock, not even a little, he didn’t like anything that was too dangerous or ill-lit places, he definitely hated rock. You knew this because he had already said that he would rather die than go to a rock show where people started with ‘Moch’, a type of dance where the punks form a circle and there begin to make sudden movements, where they used their elbows, knees, fists to 'hit' each other, and jumping, running and colliding with each other.

"Wait, what? You said it sounds like fun?" You asked wanting to make sure it was what you had heard. Jimin nodded and smiled at you.

“Can I go with you? I've never been to a rock bar with live music.”

“I know, you made that clear when you said you'd rather die than join in with dirty, violent punks.”

"Well, yes, but I think it would be a good one. You like it, so …"

"You don’t have to do this for me.” You interrupted him before he continued to speak. "I see no problem in going alone."

"I know, but I want to do it, I want to go with you. If you want me to go, of course."

Park Jimin? In a punk bar? Or it would be fun or a total disaster. You thought.

"Well, okay, but we're going in my car."

…

As they reached the bar, you stepped out of the car while Jimin hesitated to leave, watching the people standing at the pub door. Some with Mohicans, many with tattoos on their body parts that were discovered, dark clothes or red clothes or red wine, no yellow or more vivid colors around. The sign with the name Purgatory, right above the door was red, blood red, that when it came in contact with the skin, it seemed that people were with blood all over their bodies. And he realized that by the time they got there, everyone's attention had passed to them.

You saw that Jimin was still inside the car, looking with a suspicious look on all sides. You could not help laughing at the thought that he was scared.

"Do you want to leave?" You asked, drawing his attention to you. Jimin got out of the car and stood beside you, still with that suspicious look on his face.

“Are you sure this place is safe?”

“Yes. it is not because they have clothes style’s and conduct different from the other people with whom you are accustomed to hang out, that they are bad people.”

“I'm not dressed properly ...” Jimin grunted and you rolled your eyes in impatience.

“Jimin, If you're worried about what people here will think of you for not wearing punk clothes, or for not having tattoos, you can forget it. This is not a frat party, it's not a college bar or a downtown pub. This is a rock bar, people come here to listen to punk music and get drunk, they are not here to judge you as the society where we live does all the time. They have something better to do than worry about someone else's life.”

"Then why are they staring at me?" He asked quietly. You looked around, seeing some people disguise, but they were definitely looking at you.

“They're not looking at you, they're looking at me.” She said turning to him. “Will you come in or ...?”

You then proceeded to the row of the pub, waiting for you to enter. The security guard at the pub’s door, who was looking at you before, as if he knew you from somewhere, raised his hand, trying to get your attention, but he didn’t know your name, so he called you the only thing he could call.

"Mrs. Jeon" Everyone in the line in front of you, turned around and looked at you, making you eyes widen, feeling your cheeks burn. You looked at the security guard who was beckoning you."You have a VIP pass to enter"

You opened your mouth to say that you was no longer 'Mrs. Jeon' but just shook your head and grabbed Jimin's wrist, pulling him in with you, thanking the security guard who smiled at you and entering the bar.

"What was that?" Jimin asked as they were inside the bar.

"Jungkook is kind of a member of this bar, and well, it seems they still think I'm 'Mrs. Jeon.’ “ You shrugged.

"Mrs. Jeon? But you weren’t married.”

“Yeah”

The interior of the place was filled with darkness, dimly lit. The middle of the room was not very bright, it was merely illuminated by the neon lights that stood at each corner of the bar. It were different colors, blue, red, green and dark orange, nothing fancy. The tables and chairs were wooden, all rustic. Opposite the door was a stage, where some people tuned the musical instruments and it was the most enlightened place of the bar. On the left side there were the entrances to the toilets and on the right side, there was the bar bench next to an emergency exit.

You walked with the boy toward the counter and you could feel glances over at you. Jungkook’s girl, they still looked at you and see that. The untouchable girl, the woman that no man or woman there would dare to confront or flirt with. But they were intrigued to see you with another man other than Jeon or one of the Century boys, even if all the rumors had spread that the two had ended, many there didn’t believe they had actually finished.

"Hey, (Y/N)." The bartender, who also owned the bar, greeted you as soon as he saw you approaching.

"Danny, hi!" You waved at him, sitting on a bench, accompanied by Jimin.

"It's been a long time since I've seen you around here, how are you?" And so he noticed Jimin's presence. "And who is he?"

"This is Jimin, he's a friend of the university. He never went into a punk bar in his life." You said, making Danny's eyes widen and he looked surprised at Jimin.

"And you chose to bring him to my bar to take his virginity? I'm honored." He said putting his hand on his chest, making you laugh. "What are you going to drink tonight? The same?"

“Yes. Jimin?” You turned to him as he looked around. So he looked back at you and Danny. "I always drink whiskey when I come here, what do you want?"

"It may be the same." He smiled.

“So how's life going after ... you know.” Danny asked as he placed the two glasses on the counter and served them. You knew he was talking about your breakup with Jeon.

"It's going well, I'm still getting used to it, but the truth is I didn’t want any of this to happen." You said leaning over the counter, You took a sip and as the alcohol touched your mouth, a flashback came to your mind.

The first time you went there, you were not dating. Jungkook introduced you to everyone as a friend, but everyone there looked upon you as his girl, even because he never brought anyone there who was not one of the boys. You remembered the day you started dating and he took you there because it was romantic rock night, was having a cover show where the band on stage played Every Breath You Take by The Police, and you practically forced him to go to the front of the stage, because you were in love with that song, one of your favorites.

"This song says a lot about me." Jungkook said as he hugged your waist from behind, letting you lean your head against his chest.

“Are you basically saying you're going to become a stalker?”

"Maybe." He laughed. "But from now on, I'm not leaving you. You're mine, forever." He whispered into your ear, giving a wet kiss to your neck, making you shiver.

"I can live with that." You answered, turning your face, looking at him with a smile on your face and kissing him.

When you came back to reality, you took another sip of your drink, and looked at Jimin who stood beside you, watching the place. Part of you was disappointed that he was there with you and not Jungkook, but another part told you that you needed to forget your ex boyfriend and continue your life. Maybe going there that night would help you say goodbye to you old life, to your story with Jeon, and maybe the next day you would be ready to start a new life, but this time with Jimin.

“If you keep staring like that, some people will think you are interested in sex or that you want to fight.” You said drawing the attention of the boy who took his eyes off a group of strange-haired girls who were near the door of the ladies' room. “What do you think about the place?”

"I don’t know exactly, it seems to be a cool place, different from what people say." He said finishing his drink. “You know, people say punks are violent and clueless, they break things for fun ...”

“Yeah, they do. But the regulars of this bar are not like that, at least not in here.” You said taking a look around. "And Danny has a shotgun under the counter, so no one here is going to try something stupid." You laughed.

"Did you know this place for your ex?" Jimin asked and you nodded. "He was a punk, too?"

“No, he just likes the musical style and wasn’t much of a fan of colorful clothes. He never wore vibrant colors.”

“Why?”

“He liked the darkness. Black is comforting to him.” You said with a shrug.

"How did a girl like you come to the middle of all this mess?" He laughed disbelievingly. “You don’t seem to be the kind of girl who likes that sort of thing, you know? I mean, I understand you might like the music and maybe the style of clothes that looks great on you, but look at this place! It is poorly lit and has a strong smell of alcohol. Probably if I go to the bathroom, I'll find two people eating each other, or poking. You shouldn’t be here in the midst of all these ... savages.”

“And what kind of girl do you think I am, Jimin?” You asked, controlling the tone of your voice, not wanting to show that at that moment you were angry, frowning as you turned to him. “The kind of girl who likes to go to frat parties, who likes to be flirted with by a guy who is going to tell me that I am the most beautiful girl in that place, that will fill me with compliments and promises, and then take me to bed and the next day spread my name across the campus like another fuck he had?” Jimin opened his mouth to speak, but you didn’t give him time to respond, just kept talking. “Or the kind of girl who likes being flattered all the time, pretending to be dumb and stupid to get what she wants instead of running after it?”

“I didn’t...”

“Or maybe you think I'm that kind of woman who prefers to stay at home watching stupid romantic movies with ridiculous soundtracks, rather than being somewhere enjoying my life. I'm not a princess like Becca and Suhee, Jimin.” You said looking away, not wanting to face him at that moment. “I'm not the girl of your dreams, this is what I like, not always going to romantic dates, or someone opening the car door for me. I want to live, take risks, not have my life facilitated by a man. This is me.”

Jimin was quiet for a moment, he didn’t know you would be so offended by what he had said.

"I'm sorry (Y/N), it's just that when I met you, you seemed like a fragile, cute girl who needed someone to take care of you, that’s why I'm so sticky with you. But now I understand that you are a strong woman, that you do not need anyone to do things for you, because you can do it on your own. And I thank you for bringing me here today and showing your true self. I'm glad you trust me enough for that.” And then he smiled softly, making all the irritation drain from your body. You smiled at him and approached him, giving him a hug. "I think we need a little more whiskey.”

…

After a few more doses, you were already beginning to feel alcohol affect your senses. Now you and Jimin laughed as you talked to Danny about some funny, random matters.

"The band is late today." You commented to the owner, who laughed and looked around at the stage. "Who's playing tonight?"

“It's not a band, it's just 5 guys who got together and asked me to play something tonight. You know the lead singer, Jung.”

"Jung?" You choked. "Are you talking about Hoseok?" He nodded, leaving you in shock. "He never ... I didn’t know he sang …"

"Neither do I, it seems we both had a surprise today ... and there he is." He said pointing toward the stage. Turning, Hoseok was up there with four more dudes. In place of the black T-shirt, there was a blood red color. He wore a black jacket and pants of the same color, as always, all torn. His black hair was tossed back, showing the bandage over his right eyebrow. There were chains hanging from the waistband of his pants and he wore boots. People began to notice the band's presence there and began to scream at the sight of it, and many commented in surprise at seeing Hoseok up there. Many girls shouted compliments as "hot" or begged him to fuck them. And no wonder he was very successful among women for being as handsome as Jungkook.

It wasn’t long before in all that darkness he could find you sitting in the bar and staring into his eyes. He was surprised to see you there and happy too, he missed your company. His eyes slid from you to Jimin who was at his side and he laughed with derision, as if he did not believe that someone like him could be there, but he assumed that a man did everything for a woman when he wanted to fuck her.

As soon as you realized that he was staring directly at you as he adjusted the microphone and the others moved into position, you had no other reaction than to smile at him, feeling your heart warm to see your sunshine again. That was one of the things you missed, Hoseok and the smile who looked like the sunshine. A smile that always helped your day get better.

When he realized you were looking back, he cocked his head to the side and raised his eyebrow, giving her a defiant look, smiling at you shortly after, making all the girls look in your direction, some even commenting something like 'she already has Jungkook and now she's got Hoseok too? Who does she think she is? ' and others replying 'she's Jeon's girl, she can do whatever she wants.'

The first chords of the guitar began and as soon as the drums came together with the stringed instrument, the people who were close to the stage started jumping and dancing to the music. You laughed when you saw Hoseok shaking his head and moving as if he were really the lead singer of a rock band. You knew that song, Desolation Row, part of the Watch Men soundtrack, a film you and Jungkook's friends had on their favorites list.

As soon as he began to sing, you opened your mouth gasping, surprised and in shock at the same time to see that he really was good at singing. You smiled in excitement, feeling euphoric to see him that way, so wild, practically screaming into the microphone while dozens of punks jumped with the strong melody and the bass chords of the guitars, and in the front of the stage, a group started with the famous ‘moch punk’, everything Jimin hated most, but he seemed not to be paying attention to that, but on how you shook your head and wiggled your arms, as if you were playing an invisible drum.

“Cinderella she seems so easy, ‘well it takes one to know one’, she smiles, and she puts her hands in her back pockets, so Betty Davis Styles.” Hoseok sang pointing to you who laughed. And then Jung's eyes came out of you and they stopped at Jimin, moving his arm and pointing at him. “Now but in comes Romeo moaning “you belong to me i believe” and someone says “you’re in the wrong place my friend, you better leave”

Jimin seemed to feel the force of the words and flinched as if he'd just had been punched. Hoseok laughed, dark-eyed, realizing that Jimin had realized that this was a warning to him, telling him to stay away from you, because that was not a place for him. Since Hoseok met him that day at your house, he hadn’t liked Jimin, no man other than the Century boys should be as close to you as Jimin was at that moment.

From that moment, Jimin began to see that many of the guys who were there looked at him strangely and laughed while they said something to each other, that's because they understood what Hoseok meant. But you didn’t seem to have noticed Hoseok's reference, and just kept dancing and singing.

"(Y/N)?" Jimin called, getting up from the bench he was sitting on and holding your arm, making you stop dancing and look at him confused. "I think we should leave."

"What?" You asked, pointing to your ear, you hadn’t heard anything by how loud the music was.

"I think we should leave, your friend seems not to like seeing us together." He said louder, pointing back to the stage where Jung faced them with a shameless smile for you, but for Jimin seemed threatening. You shook your head, ready to protest, but before you could say anything, the front door was wide open and over the music you could hear the policemen shouting sending everyone to the ground.

In the past, you would freeze in place or obey, but after the experiences you had, your instincts eventually changed and you were ready to run away as many people did, but Jimin simply stood frozen in place with his arms raised. The music had stopped and was replaced by bottles being broken, groans, punches, cries of despair and roars of hatred. No policemen would go in there and force everyone to do what they wanted without there being any conflict.

You grabbed Jimin’s hand just as a policeman approached with a pistol in his hand, but a punk jumped on his back and knocked him to the ground. It was when a hand grabbed your wrist and started pulling you toward the emergency exit. You were pushed a few times until you reached the back door and Hoseok pushed you out, out into an alley. Jimin fell with his knees on the floor, hyperventilating, behind you, almost knocking you down, but Jung grabbed your arm and closed the door, frowning at the boy on the floor breathing through his mouth.

“How did you get involved with such a loser? I didn’t know the college guys were so pussy like that, (Y/N), you deserve someone better.” Hoseok laughed scornfully at Jimin who turned his furious face to Jung. “What the fuck did you think you were doing surrendering like that, you idiot? You would get (Y/N) in trouble if you were arrested, you little shit.”

"Hoseok, he was scared. Give him a break." You scolded him and he looked laughing at you. Before he could say anything, the door behind him was snapped open and before the cop who opened it had a chance to see you or Jimin, Jung hit him with a kick in the chest, tossing him back into the bar, shouting for the two of you to run. You grabbed Jimin's arm and pulled him out of that alley, you circled the block and got in the car so you could start the engines and get out of there.

A few miles away, you burst out laughing, having to slow down and stop the car on the side of the road, throwing your head against the seat and laughing loudly, making Jimin confused, annoyed and bewildered to turn to you with scowl, hoping you would explain why you were laughing.

"That was a lot of fun." You said between laughs.

"Fun? Is this your idea of fun, (Y/N)? We were almost arrested, and your crazy friend beat up a cop and threatened me. I don’t know where to see fun in the middle of this shit." He altered his voice in frustration.

“Hoseok didn’t threaten you.”

"Oh no? And what was that when he pointed at me in the middle of the verse that said ‘you're in the wrong place, my friend, you better leave?’ He called me a loser and a pussy because I was scared of all that shit, I am not to blame if I do not have the same custom that he and those trash's has to be accost by the police whenever they breathe.”

“Jimin, calm down.”

"No, (Y/N), is this what you want for your life? Get involved with people like that? Go to a dirty bar, full of bad elements and pray that the police don’t invade the place like they did today and arrest you? Live with someone who is a thug and just can bring problems to you instead of actually caring for you? Because that's what that Hoseok and probably your ex boyfriend are, fools, who wouldn’t know how to take care of someone like you." Jimin said loudly, looking out of the car through the car window, taking a deep breath, trying to calm down.

"Jungkook always took good care of me." You replied without even realizing it, it was already automatic for you to defend Jeon when someone said he did not know how to take care of you.

That made Jimin laugh with sarcasm and turn to you, even more angry.

“Oh yeah? So where the fuck was he when you found out your parents were dead?” He yelled, banging his hand on the car’s roof, making you cringe at his action. “Where the fuck was he when the funeral and burial of your parents happened? Because as far as I remember, it was me who was there with you, all the time. Since that day, who is always with you, wiping your tears, listening to you talk about your sorrows and complain about the lack of your parents, (Y/N), its me, not Jungkook, or Hoseok or any of those jerks punks with whom you waste your time. Its me. And you know it, but you keep defending him, as if he weren’t the one wrong in this story, as if all of your the tears in those last two months weren’t because of him.”

You just stood there, staring at him. He was not lying, he was not exaggerating. But the way he had said it, even if he had told the truths you already knew, that made your heart bleed again. Jimin put his head in his hands and took a deep breath. He realized what he had said and sighed, disappointed with himself. He raised his head, looking at you and watching you looking out of the car. From where he was, he could see your red cheeks, or you were very angry, or wanted to cry. Jimin wanted to punch himself for it.

"(Y/N), I'm sorry ... I didn’t want to ... I shouldn’t have said these things ..." He said touching your shoulder. You took a deep breath and stared at him.

“It's okay, you didn’t say anything but the truth.” You said in a low voice. "I'd better go back to driving."

You said starting the car and driving to your house. When you got out of the car, you didn’t even say goodbye to Jimin, just walked up to the porch, walked in, locked the door and went to your room, where you threw yourself on the bed and cried.

…

"Wait, did you take Jimin to a rock bar? Jimin? Park Jimin?" Becca asked, while the three of them were in the library studying together.

"Yes, and If you don’t stop repeating his name, I'll stick this book in your face." You threatened, lifting up the thick book of physics you used to study.

"Isn’t it obvious to you that he only did it because he likes you, (Y/N)?" Suhee asked incredulously. “I can’t believe you actually took him to a bar like that. He's not Hoseok or Yoongi, and he's certainly not Jungkook. I understand why he hated it all.”

"He didn’t hated it, he just panicked when the police invaded the place, sending everyone to the ground."

“Couldn’t you go to somewhere else?”

"No, it's been months since I've been to a bar I liked. All those couple dates were killing me. I can’t live a quiet life anymore, I can’t go to ice cream parlors and sit there eating vanilla ice. I don’t know how to live a life in the light anymore. I like the darkness. I like the places he took me... I love Jungkook.”

"Maybe that's your mistake, (Y/N)." Becca said. "Maybe you're looking for something to replace what you felt for Jungkook, but you know you will not find it.”

"Translate it, please." Suhee said closing the book she was reading.

“Jungkook was a Badboy, you went to bars at night, he drove like crazy, his friends were as crazy as him and everything you did was more intense. But Jimin, he's more timid, he's a Good Boy, not a Badboy. He likes pop instead of punk rock and drives and a Range Rover instead of that Jeon’s flivver.”

“Dodge 78. And it's a classic. Not a flivver.”

“What I mean is you want to replace Jeon with another Jeon, but that will not work, you'll never find another like him.”

"Oh Becca, thank you so much for telling me what I already know, my dear." You said ironically, making your friends laugh. “And this is not the time to talk about it. I have to study for the test next week.”

…

Later, you were heading towards your car, you just wanted to go home and take a hot shower. On the way you began to think, missing the other boys. You missed the silly conversations you had with Yoongi, like when he told you the first time he got drunk and climbed on a table, dancing to Britney Spears in the high school.

You missed the food Jin cooked and how he fight with you when you 'pinched' the food still in the pots and he would scream for you to get away or you could get burned.

You missed how Taehyung made you laugh at his jokes and how cute he was with you, giving you all those hugs and affections even with Jungkook threatening to rip his fingers off.

You missed Namjoon and all the smart talk you had, talking about classic books and movies that you loved to read and see.

And as much as you saw him last night, you missed Hoseok, missed the way he tried to be affectionate with you, how he looked after you when Jungkook was not around, how he made you feel secure about your relationship with Jeon and how he showed you that you were the strongest girl he had ever known.

You missed them all in one, missed how they made you feel loved and part of something, part of a family that loved you and cared for you as the most precious thing they had. You definitely missed being the Century girl. The friendship you had with them and the love you felt for them was so strong and truly, you wanted to be able to take care of them, to support them, but now being away from Jungkook, it might not be possible anymore.

You were so deep in thought that you didn’t even realize that you were walking toward a person, until you hit her back and fell on your ass, letting your books spread around you.

"Oh my god, (Y/N), are you okay?" Jimin asked turning back, surprised that you had bumped into him and fallen. He held out his hand to you, helping you up, and then began to collect your books. "It's all right?"

“Yes, I was pretty distracted. Sorry.”

"No need to apologize ... I'm the one who needs to apologize to you." He said giving you the books, making you frown. “For yesterday. I was an asshole yesterday and I shouldn’t have said all those things to you. I was just annoyed by the situation and said what I shouldn’t. I never, ever wanted to hurt you, (Y/N).”

"I know, and we're fine. You did not say anything I did not already know." You said squeezing the books against your chest. “It's just... I can’t deny that I like that, Jimin. I like badly lit bars, I like my torn clothes, I like the music with the violent rhythm. I like the adrenaline of being among those people. And I will not change.”

"It's because of him, isn’t it?" Jimin asked biting his lip.

"Yes Jungkook was the one who showed me this life, he was who showed me that I always knew that I wasn’t part of my old life, that this life is was what I wanted for me. This is what I like, the dark, the hard, the intense… And I love him, and I will never stop.”

“How could you love him after all he did?” He asked, disbelieving.

Your eyes that were previously trying to avoid his, went toward him like a shot, and the blood ran from your face. Your shoulders tensed and you squeezed the books harder against you. You wanted to make yourself misunderstood and ask what he was talking about, but at that moment the feeling that Jimin knew who Jungkook really was, took over your body, leaving you in shock and with no reaction for the first few seconds.

"What are you talking about?" You fought so that your voice didn’t come trembling out of your mouth.

"You know what I'm talking about, (Y/N)." He snorted irritably. "He broke up with you the day your parents died, and Suhee told me how violent he was with the people who came near you." You let out a relieved breath knowing that this was what he was talking about, not about Jeon being a gangster, selling drugs, and killing people. “She also said that he had no remorse when he got into a fight, I don’t doubt that he is some kind of gangster and you don’t even know it.” You frowned, having the feeling that Jimin knew more than seemed. “I remember when Watson tried to attack you at that frat party, Jungkook practically killed him asphyxiated, and he threatened to kill him.”

“He was trying to protect me.”

“By almost killing that guy? How are you sure the people he walks with wouldn’t hurt you? How are you so sure he wouldn’t do that to you?”

“Because he loves her. And so do we.” A voice said behind you and you jumped in surprise. You recognized that voice. Turning back, you came face to face with Taehyung standing right behind you, both arms crossed and one eyebrow arched, with an expression that was a mixture of boredom and irritation in his face.

Your heart leapt as you saw him there, and you didn’t hesitate to throw yourself at him, dropping the books again, letting out a scream of excitement and hugging him tightly around his waist, thrusting your face into his chest. He laughed and hugged you too, pressing you against him and stroking your back.

"Tae, I missed you so much." You whimpered against his chest, squeezing him even more in your arms.

"I missed you too, we all missed, to speak the truth." He said now stroking your hair. "Hoseok said he saw you yesterday and I was jealous, so I thought, why not come here and give you a bear hug like old times?" You stepped back a little and looked at him, watching him smile with that cute smile he had whenever he was with you.

You were about to answer when you heard a low, ironic laugh coming from behind you. The smile faded from Taehyung's face as his eyes drifted toward Jimin, who had clenched chin, looking away as he shook his head.

"Tell me the joke, because I want to laugh too, clown." Taehyung growled, releasing you from his embrace and pulling you to his side, taking you out of the way between him and Jimin.

In all the time you've lived with Jungkook and the Century, you'd just seen Hoseok and Jungkook intimidating, but you'd never seen Taehyung in any sort of tense situation like this. Close to you, he was always radiant and fluffy, so see the facial expression that was almost like a manic smile on his face, got you totally surprise and made your body shiver instantly.

“I know who you are.” He said and Jimin turned to him, staring at him with the same look he had when Hoseok offended him last night, pure annoyance. “You're the coward who Hoseok talk about. Who almost gave himself to the police yesterday at the bar. He told me that when I found (Y/N) here, you'd probably be together, since you seem to follow her around like a puppy.” Taehyung sneered, taking a step toward Park who narrowed his eyes, swallowing the saliva, already wanting to fight him, but controlling himself. “What a pussy like you were doing there? I thought people like you just went to expensive, boring places with your buddies, your dumb girls, and bad drinks, where you meant to be better than the others.”

"You don’t know anything about me. It's none of your business what I was doing there, and certainly nothing I do in life is." Jimin said closing his hands in fist and stepping toward Taehyung, who laughed derisively at Park's attempt to intimidate him.

"Oh, you were there because of (Y/N)." Taehyung said, tuning his voice, making a stupid baby voice, as if he was talking to a child, irritating Jimin even more. “It must be hard being the second choice, isn’t it? By the way, being the seventh option, because before you, come six guys that I'm sure she wouldn’t hesitate to pick one of us before you, you shit.”

"Taehyung!" You scolded him, making him look at you and leave the sadistic smile aside to smile cute to you who was shocked by his attitude. Why attack Jimin? He didn’t do anything wrong with them or you. So why were they treating him like that?

"So it is with this kind of people you want to be involved, (Y/N)?" Jimin asked. "You deserve more than that."

"And you deserve to be spanked, but you're lucky I can’t touch you." Taehyung said, turning back to him, his expression threatening again. "At least not here, so you better be very careful where you walk, your trash ...”

“Taehyung!” You said it in a louder voice, frowning and slipping between him and Jimin, pushing him back. Jimin just turned his back and left. “What's going on here? Do you know him?” You asked seeing Jimin walk away. Taehyung turned to you with a look that made you suspicious. He blinked quickly and looked away before answering.

“Nope.”

“Tae.”

“Seriously, I don’t know him, I just don’t like him. He's trying to steal my little sister. I am not obliged to accept this in silence.” He shrugged and you snorted, bending down to pick up your books on the floor. "Are you free tonight?" He asked, lowering himself in front of you, helping you get the books.

"Yes, why?"

"We're going to a party." He said making you look up and frown at him as he smiles sweetly at you. He was up to something and you had no doubt about it.

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