#like im so sleepy too but laying back down makes it worse but i can fall asleep sitting upright 😢😢😢😢😢

[gideongrovel]

My tummy is feeling icky 😢😢😢😢

[murdrdocs]

i feel like mike is ALWAYS so grumpy,

him with his obnoxious sister and girlfriend is just so canon to me sigh

oh he absolutely is (also i blacked out and wrote 600 words of pure delusion ??? im so sorry i rlly have a problem omg)

first off, sleeping sans pills is a little hard for him for the first month or so. it’s hard for him to fall asleep and stay asleep, so he spends a chunk of the night just laying and staring at the ceiling where his nebraska poster used to be, waiting for sleep to find him instead of searching for it. when he actually gets up in the morning, his body just feels like he’d gotten hit by a bus, evidence of his restless night showing up all over the place.

and abby, as kind as she is, just doesn’t know when to shut up. mikes pouring them both a bowl of cereal and abby just continues talking about any and every single thing under the sun, completely oblivious to the agony her older brother is in. mike tries to be patient, he hums between his yawns as he fills her bowl with milk, he blinks lazily at her as she keeps talking. but at a certain point enough is enough and the cereal is a little stale and mike was really looking forward to a nice bowl of cereal to give him energy for the day but everything is shit right now so he ends up politely (at least as best as he can) asking abby to stop talking.

he thinks that by the time you’re supposed to come over later in the afternoon, he’ll feel better. he doesn’t have work until a few hours after breakfast, and he uses the time to take a shitty nap on the couch. a nap that’s disrupted by the doorbell ringing entirely too loud, followed by abby’s excited screech which alerts him of your arrival. he’s happy to see you, but he’s tired as shit and now he has to go work a dead end job and he can barely manage to paint an appreciative smile on his face when you walk him to his car and promise that you and abby will have fun.

by the time he gets back after work, the sun has set and it’s a few hours past traditional dinner time. the lights in the house are still on and when he enters he hears a movie playing. he’s so tired he only wants to take a shower and sleep but he knows you’ll refuse to let him do just that until he’s eaten, which ends up with all three of you at the table, you and abby having dessert while mike slowly makes his way through dinner.

he’s nodding off the entire time, and he’s sure he would’ve knocked out face first in his slice of pizza if you and abby weren’t talking his head off. you bounce off of each other like you’re playing an exciting match of ping pong, mikes head going back and forth as he attempts to follow a conversation with no real connections.

and to make matters worse, you’re both on mikes case, too, cracking jokes and being far too concerned and it’s too much for his tired head and his grumpiness just multiplies tenfold until he takes a final bite out of his pizza and storms down the hall to take a shower.

(of course, you find him when he’s slipping a shirt over his head after his shower in his room, hair dripping onto the cotton and flinging onto the carpet when he turns to look at you. he apologizes, tells you about how sleepy he’s been, and kisses you good night. but he’s still a Grumpy Guy, despite the chronic exhaustion)

[slytherinshua]

I'LL TAKE CARE OF YOU

genre. fluff. sick fic. warnings. reader is sick (fever, headache, nausea). food mention (soup). pairing. sungchan x fem!reader. wc. 754. request. requested by anon: currently dying atm... would live for sungchan taking care of me rn :( a/n. just me continuing to write sungchan as the most boyfriend material™️ to ever exist. also i swear im gonna be finishing those event drabbles soon i'm just sidetracking skdjks help.

“You need to eat, baby.” Sungchan coaxed, holding up a spoonful of soup for you.

“Don‘t want it.” You mumbled in response, close to tears at just the thought of eating anything. 

You had felt nauseous almost all day, accompanied with a raging headache and a rising fever. Sungchan had dropped everything to come take care of you as soon as he heard you were feeling under the weather. You appreciated that you didn’t have to be alone in your misery, but you wished that your boyfriend would yield to your suggestion of just sleeping all day instead of taking medicine and food.

“It’s good for you. Come on, Y/n, please? Don’t make me have to do the airplane.” He held the bowl a little closer to you, hoping that the smell of fresh hot soup would persuade you. It did almost the opposite.

“Eating anything right now sounds like a nightmare, Sungie. Especially this soup…” You wrinkled your nose, trying not to breathe in any more of the aroma that on a normal day would make you salivate. Being sick was the worst.

Sungchan seemed to finally give up on the soup, placing the bowl and spoon down on the bedside table and slumping back to the side of the bed. He reached out for your hand, rubbing his thumb along your knuckles. Just the small gesture made you infinitely more sleepy than you already were. You would’ve just succumbed to the tiredness if Sungchan hadn’t opened his mouth to say something.

“You have to eat later, though. Okay? I can make you something else if you really hate the soup, but your body still needs nutrients.” He frowned at how exhausted you looked, even though you had done nothing but sleep and watch shows for the past day.

“I’ll try.” You closed your eyes again, considering the conversation done for now. You weren’t sure what Sungchan would do now. He had offered to cuddle with you many times, but you had outright refused each time he brought it up. You’d feel even worse if you got him sick, so you were trying to limit your contact as much as you could. 

Plus, from prior experience, you knew Sungchan had the worst cases of man colds known to the universe. Taking care of him when he was sick was listening to him whine and complain 24/7. No matter how much you loved him— even when you had to take care of him— you would always prefer healthy Sungchan.

“You must be cold sleeping by yourself.” The words came almost as a whisper, and much closer to your ear than you anticipated. You were too tired to open your eyes again, but you could feel that Sungchan had gotten on the bed with you, laying behind you to spoon you, one hand on your waist pulling you closer to him.

“Go away, I don’t want you to catch it.” You said meekly. You and Sungchan both knew you wouldn’t fight for him to leave in your state, though.

“I want to nap with you. I’ll keep you warm.” He said softly. He shifted even closer to you so that he could plant a kiss on your shoulder. You could hear him giggle slightly and feel his warm breath hit your skin. 

It felt nice. Even though your body probably felt hot to the touch, you had been freezing under 2 blankets all day. Nothing quite kept you as warm as Sungchan. His bordering on giant height and broad shoulders served their purpose in keeping you embraced completely; like your own personal heater in boyfriend form.

“You’ll get sick…” You mumbled one last time when you felt Sungchan start to press more kisses to your skin. You knew it would accomplish nothing. He was as stubborn as you were, and if it came down to it, he had at least 10 times the physical strength that you did, especially when sick. 

“I don’t care.” He muttered, his kisses steadily trailing up towards your forehead. He pressed a soft kiss to your temple, silently willing your headache to go away. 

You were sure that there was no real way that his kisses could actually relieve the ache in your head, yet in your half-asleep state, you felt as if the pain almost completely went away the second his soft lips came in contact with your burning skin. With the comfort of Sungchan next to you, slipping away to your dreams felt easier than breathing.

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[batri-jopa]

And Then We Danced / და ჩვენ ვიცეკვეთ (2019, dir. Levan Akin) - #my ATWD issues

[Just for you to be warned: down there's some of me overthinking ATWD details. As much as I obviously love Merab - he is the sun of the film, the centre of its universe - he's also no big mystery: he got his heart on his face, we get to walk in his shoes, we feel what he feels and we know what he's thinking. Yet other characters's thoughts, feelings and true intentions still remain mystery to dig up for. So I'm doing some digging up for myself. I may interpret things different than other viewers]

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First time watching the film I kind of assumed that when Irakli went out in the night it was like him arranging things to make the meeting possible...

...when now I see that in fact he did whatever he could to avoid the inevitable.

Beggining with the matress:

People are saying it's a classical "and there was only one bed" trope

Well, on the bed that large it really should be no big deal for three or maybe even four slim guys to sleep together. At least not for a group of guys as neutral to each other as two brothers and their male friend are supposed to be, right? It's quite obvious Irakli would have never even consider the matress if it was not the potential Merabi's closeness being his main concern. (Fortunatelly Davit was too drunk, too sleepy and possibly too concern about Sopo to realise what the case really was about)

I can imagine Irakli not being sure how he feels about going to sleep next to Merab. That is: he probably feels good thinking about it. And that means: too good. He probably realised that he actually wanted it. And that it does not feel safe considering that when being that drunk he might not be able to fully control himself in his sleep and thus there's always a risk he might involuntarily do something... well, like anything he might feel sorry about. So when he noticed the matress he just thought he might use it and avoid the shared bed dilemma quite easily. He probably made a quick plan: at the right moment I will just suggest to sleep on the floor and it will only sound natural.

But the girls came in and the plan failed.

Now it seems like he just fell asleep instantly but I don't believe it was possible for him to sleep all that peacefuly. And Merabi's going out could only make it worse: Irakli is now partly awaken partly asleep but still subconsciously aware that Merab is outside. And he already misses him, wants him so bad... Wants him to be physically near or at least to be at his sight again... If Merab was around - that would be something Irakli would try to proceed that way or another but now that he's away... No matter how much he tries to stop thinking about it he can not help but awaits Merabi's return and is both hoping for it and fearing of it... Cause then what's gonna happen? What is Merab going to do when he's back?

Is it possible that if Irakli left enough space on the bed he will just lay down here by his side ? In that case... what should Irakli do to make sure he won't reach for Merab in his sleep?

Or... might he assume that Irakli suggested the bed was too small for the three of them and thus decide to sleep on the floor himself? That sudden realisation might be the one making Irakli almost sober up: the last thing Irakli wanted was to make Merab sleep on the floor!

Now he got up and left. Not thinking too much for he simply could not stand it any more. He just felt he needs to leave. So he put on his shoes, went out, walked away and gone -

- gone down there, by the water and behind the old kvevri, to sit alone. Chose the place away from everybody and was probably even thinking that he's safe from being seen or heard down there.

He really only wanted to be left alone. Planning to... well, do whatever a guy may be doing alone and away from everybody in the middle of the night...

?

Well, immerse himself in his thoughts of course.

Probably keeping his mind busy with imagining Merabi coming back to the bedroom - with the big question of where to sleep once again being left for him to choose.

So - what will he choose? And what could it mean?

And what does it all matter anyway?!

...

...like if Merabi chose the matress - could it mean he wished Irakli to be more comfortable on the bed? Or if he chose the edge of the bed - that he maybe wants him near? Or maybe he will just fall asleep on the half of the bed hinting that Irakli should sleep on the floor for he just doesn't care at all?

...or because he is unsure about sleeping by his side as much as Irakli is?

And whatever any of these even matter?!

Irakli probably tried to find something else to concentrate his thoughts on like his finances or his dance or his sick father issue...

But then he heard someone coming.

He was not caring too much for he obviously was doing nothing wrong. And also had a feeling he recognised those steps...

[Note that there was no invitation for M.L.: he only follows because he is feeling more than he is thinking... And yes that's why we love him but it's true nevertheless]

Merab came around and sat by his side and now Irakli already is visibly exhausted.

Sighing and giving him the most joyless look: "So after all, in the end it is you again, huh?"

He would only be able to give that one little sad smile for Merabi's cockiness when he took his cig.

He would surely have never initiated the stupid fight over the stupid cigarette if his nerves were not on edge.

And that is probably another moment of sobering up: What the hell am I doing?! So I WANT him so damn much but because I'm scared I would rather BEAT him now that he is here?!

(Followed by a sudden realisation)

He is here

.

.

Surprisingly enough: the inevitable once more proved not to be avoided.

.

.

I'm really dying to know if Irakli was sleeping on the floor or on the bed that night. What do you think?

[jaeminsnanadoongie]

Always With You🍂

Part II

Summary: "Close your eyes

And I'll be there

Cause no matter where I go

I'll be Always With You"🍂

Two teenagers, a hospital and a deadly disease....🍂Will they survive??

AU: Hospital au

Word count : 11.7K (approx.)

Genre: Angst (A little bit), fluff, a innie tiny bit emotional (cus I'm not that good at writing emotional stuff)

Pairing (s): Huang Renjun × OC

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction. None of the incidents depicted here has no connection to the actual persons, living or dead, or actual events. Any resemblance found with another story is clearly unintentional. The personality or behaviour of the idol depicted here is not the related to his/her personality or behaviour in real life.It's pure work of imagination by the author.

Chapter 16

For him there was no other girl in this world other than her. She was his world currently. When no one was there by his side to listen to his discomforts and worries, she was.

As she blabbered away about her lonely childhood he sat there right next to her holding her palm as if she was the most fragile thing in the world. Hands perfectly intertwined with each other's.

And when she was near him he felt safe, sick free, that particular moment he forgets about everything, only she was his main focus then.

Eyes struck on her as it admired every feature on her face. How her eyes glistened with tears every time she recalls her past.

How her eyes changed in a minute when she says about the small happiness she held. He never did think he will fall in love, especially not when he was dying, and that hurt him.

She deserved so much more from the world but here she was refusing to do anything and waiting for the day she closes her eyes forever.

He wanted to change that, earse the thought of dying from her mind and replace it with the want to live without forcing her.

Her eyes shined under the night light as she spoke of the achievements she recieved in her school, while it also dejected when she spoke about how much she missed it.

"I wish all of this were a dream" her voice spoke while he nodded. "I wish too." He agreed as his hold on her hand increased. A small yawn from her made him look towards it as her eyes closed leisurely.

"Your sleepy" cupping her mouth she shook her head. "Nah im okay, i can stay up all nigh..." Her words came mumbled as she let out another yawn.

"Go sleep. I don't want you walking like a zombie tomorrow morning" he chuckled as she gave up her eyes closing up, she stood up harshly rubbing her eyes before walking towards her bed.

"Open your eyes and walk idiot" he complained as he held her by her shoulder before she tripped herself on the small table that was kept on her way.

On his guide she layed on the bed. Opening her eyes wide she looked at him as she gave him a wide smile. "Now what???" "Nothing. I just looked back at the time when we first met" both chuckled as they recalled how much their relationship has changed.

"We were enemies before" he stated as she nodded. "Yes we were." Smiling at the thought as she stared at the ceiling.

"Thank you" she said making Renjun look at her bewildered. "For what??" "For being there for me. For entering into my life, even though as an enemy.  For making me realise that how many hardships you are going through you'll get through it and that's life. Thanks for being my knight in shining armour when i almost lost hope for living"

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Chapter 17

Renjun stood there in the balcony too stunned to speak as those words ran across his mind repeatedly. A part of his mind rereading the sentence a thousand times as the cold breeze hit his face.

Letting out a disturbed sigh he looked back at the sleeping figure. How peaceful she seemed melted his heart as he walked towards her. Pecking her forehead as he gave her a beaming smile.

Walking towards the table he sat down at the chair before taking the pen off the book as he opened that particular page. "Haa..my arts getting worse." He sighed as he looked at the shivering hands of his.

The way his hands went crooked everytime he drew just showed up that his condition was getting worse. The shivering lines which made the drawing unrecognisable was rubbed forcefully by him as he closed the book harshly.

Opening up the book right next to him he steadied his hands before holding pen and writing the words which he treasured. Which he wished would never cause her pain reading it, just happiness.

Looking at the final verse he smiled through pain, "haa...you really are my missing puzzle piece" he whispered as he looked at the words he had written within a matter of time.

                      Puzzle piece

As I try to fit in a world that keeps getting bigger

A feeling of emptiness and vacancy comes to me

But I can't recognize which part is missing

I didn't even know the shape would be like this

But as if we're matching the scattered pieces together

We're going to assemble our own story

Somewhere in my empty heart

A piece is placed

I am you

I just knew it when I first saw you

You're my missing puzzle piece

Finally it fits

You fill up all of the wounds in my broken heart

Before I realized it, you became my everything

My missing puzzle piece

The fact that I have flaws

And that I'm not perfect either

Made me feel smaller

But we can fill each other's gaps in between

So we don't realize we're empty

Hello, long time no see, it's been a while

This little piece I carried everywhere in my pocket

To make it look fuller, let's stay together in a beautiful way together

Because I met you

Now I draw a bigger picture

You're my missing puzzle piece

Finally it fits

You fill up all of the wounds in my broken heart

Before I realized it, you became my everything

My missing puzzle piece

My missing puzzle piece

More than having everything

To never lose anything

Is more important, I realized it because of you

You're my missing puzzle piece

Shining so bright

You became a scene in the world that I always tried to fit in by myself

Just like I can't let go of your hand that I'm holding tightly

My world can't be completed without you

May we never lose each other

My missing puzzle piece

My missing puzzle piece

A tear slid down his cheeks as he sniffed. If only the world wasn't this cruel, I would have loved to spend an eternity with you my love.

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Chapter 18

Things started to reverse as she put him to sleep every night while he complained about the constant headaches and his lose of appetite. Though she felt weak she stood by his side as they both sat there on the bench on that cold night.

But it wasn't cold, it was rather warm, a warmth she had never felt. Looking at him whose eyes were already on her she showed the warmest smile ever.

"How are you??" His sudden question caught her off track as she looked at him bewildered. "I'm good??" "No for real how are you feeling??" He asked as he tightened the grip on her hand for a second.

"I'm good for real, though even i have headaches they are not as worse as yours trust me I'm alright" she showed him a smile which he reciprocated.

"Good to know" His smile never left as he looked at her. Staring at each other as the time drifted off. Small conversations then and there filled the air as most of the time it stayed in a comfortable silence. Both dwelling in each other's silence.

Walking down the stairs as the both held their hands tightly for them not to trip or fall. Bodies cold as they made their way towards their ward only to find the doctor seated on do-yeons bed hands crossed, eyes staring right at them.

Halting their steps, both looked at the doctor then at each other. "Where did you two wander off to??" The doctor's rather cold voice send shivers down their spine as their heads hung low.

A sigh from the doctor made the both look at him while the doctor stood up. "Nothing's wrong right?? Both of you don't feel any pain right??" The concerned voice made them soft as they both shook their heads.

"Nope" "Good. Both of you when you go out let me know or Ms.choi someone okay??" Both nodded their heads in approval, and the doctor gave them a geniune smile before leaving the room.

Giggling the two jumped on their beds as their backs hit the soft mattress. His eyes stared at the plain ones while hers stared at the star filled ones.

Eyes feeling heavy as hers closed reluctantly before she could even say a goodnight to him. But he didn't mind his eyes stuck on her as she slowly fell into the dreamland he had wished for being for such a long time.

🍂

The sun shone up towards the top as the rays bashed their way into the room through the window. The wind outside blew effortlessly as it picked up the dried leaves and kept it down at another spot.

The weather perfect as the girl stirred in her sleep. Eyes slowly opening up as she was met with the starry ceiling. Turning her head to see the boys bed empty with the sheet folded cleanly brought her disappointment.

Looking around the room to find none she quickly got herself off the bed to clean herself.

"How you holding up buddy??" Donghyuck's sound startled the young boy who sat on the bench. "Oh my god! When did you come here??" "secret~" he hushed keeping a finger on his lips after which he giggled. Renjun snorted as he looked back at the view.

"Who's the girl??" Renjun snapped his head towards Donghyuck who was smirking in victory. "Tell me which girl finally managed to steal the heart of the great Huang Renjun!! I'm excited" Donghyuck squeaked while Renjun's cheeks heated up in embarrassment while donghyuck's voice also annoyed him.

"How did you even know??" "I just know everything my buddy, your easily readable now don't leave a detail and tell me all!" He moved in his seat excitedly while Renjun groaned annoyed but his face changed as soon as his head thought of her.

"Oiiii your smiling~" hyuck cooed while nudging his shoulders making Renjun scoff. "Aww come on!!~" hyuck whined more while Renjun let out a fed up groan. "Aaa alright alright I'll tell" he gave up as he spilled out all the tea he kept boiling inside of him.

"Ah i just- i don't know she's just- she just melts my heart at the first sight" "Oii someone's lovestruck" hyuck giggled while Renjun sighed head moving up and down. "She really did something to me..."

Back at the room the girl sat there on the bed wondering where the hell Renjun wander off to. Gazing at the plain wall infront of her she fell deeper into her thoughts not noticing the door open and the two lads enter in.

"Is she the one??" The whispers of Donghyuck was a mere sound to her ears as she went completely unknown to her exteriors.

"Yea now don't shout it out" Renjun whispered back before entering the room only to see the girl not on this world. Eyes stared souless onto the walls before he waved his hands infront of her.

"Earth to Do-yeon! Are you there??" Snapping out of her trance her face changed back when she met his face. "Where the hell were you?? Where did you run off to so early in the morning??"

Her rather angry tone hit Renjun as looked at her guilty. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to worry you. I did have proper sleep last night so i just went out for some air" he replied as she scolded him for making her worry.

Hyuck just stood there as he looked at the two, feeling completely out of place but his lips curved up to a geniune smile after seeing his friend smile, his gleaming smile which felt like an eternity since he last saw that.

"Ahem" hyuck interrupted making both heads snap their heads towards him. She looked at the new face confused while Renjun realised his presence in the room.

"Im sorry for interrupting but uh this is the soup Nana made for ya, and he told me to give to you so yea imma leave now Jun see ya later! Byee!!"

He hurried as he put down the cover and swiftly made his way out the room not bothering to receive a reply from him cause he knew the girl would have plenty of questions about who he was to Renjun, smirking he made his way out the hospital.

"Who was that??" Her voice made Renjun turn his head towards her. "Oh yea...him?? Oh he is a friend of mine" he replied showing her a short smile. "Oh seemed like a good guy what's his name??" "Donghyuck" he replied as she nodded.

"How old is he??" "18" "He shares your same classes??" "Not everything but a few...but why are you so curious about him??" He asked in a rather harsh tone which had a hint of jealously in it.

"Nothing much his aura just captures my attention, he just gives a complete sunny cheerful aura more like fullsun aura, i know that seriously doesn't make sense" she giggled while Renjun just rolled his eyes at the compliment he just heard about his friend. "Whatever" he mumbled before moving to his bed.

(Okay yea the age of the dream members are way lower than they actually are in real life hehe.)

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Chapter 19

                     My everything

On the road that shines exceptionally

Standing there, I am waiting for you

It's not cold

When you are in my arms, I can feel the warmth

You're my everything

I want to protect your days and nights

You are a miracle to me, I wish you could see it

Spreading all over me, a gift called you

You're my night and day

Waiting for you in this street, drawing you again

An unusually long day

But it's not too bad because you're warm

Just like that, with nothing to do

I can live just like that

You're my everything

I want to protect your days and nights

You are a miracle to me, I wish you could see it

Spreading all over me, a gift called you

You're my night and day

Waiting for you in this street, drawing you again

It seemed to be nevеr-ending

At the end of thе long wait

You're the one

You're my everything

I want to protect your days and nights

You are a miracle to me, I wish you could see it

Spreading all over me, a gift called you

You're my night and day

Waiting for you in this street, drawing you again

"Yo when did you become a lyricist!?!" Marks screeching voice attacked renjuns ears while he winced at the sudden overflow of voice.

Closing his book as he looked at the older one intently reading the lyrics but a frown appeared as soon as he saw him close the book.

"Yo that's actually really good" he complimented while Renjun's ears heated up from those words. "Where did you learn to write like that??" He questioned while Renjun just stared at the book, eyes trailing to the girl who sat inside the room reading a book.

"Her presence did" he replied as mark bewilderly looked towards the girl. "Ooooo..... Sooo its that..." Smirking as he looked at renjun who had his eyes stuck on the girl.

"Aw man your soo cutee~" mark squeaked while pinching renjuns cheeks, to which Renjun just pulled apart disgusted.

"Oh I bet you would have loved this if she did it" mark said while Renjun blushed. "Awww you are blushing. Damn i gotta get this on camera!! I never thought Renjun would ever blush."

Pulling his phone out as he angled it towards his face on to be blocked by his hand. "Shut up we are gonna gain her attention!" Renjun said while mark gave no mind to it.

"Foods here!!" Chenles scream was enough to make mark stop and run towards it. Renjun slowly walked up inside as he was greeted by the high pitched screech of chenle.

"Dood calm down and don't scream it's a hospital" "sorry" chenle mumbled after which he digged in.

The girl looked at the crowd of boys infront of her while she fantasized how nice it would be to have a small bubble of friends for her too, only if she wasnt stuck with such a disease, everyones eyes on her would have differed greatly.

"You want some??" Jeno asked tripping her off her thoughts. "Hm?? Oh I'm not supposed to have fried food" she replied but mind slightly craving for that one bite into that crispy chicken.

"But you want it don't you??" Hyucks voice caught her off gaurd as she reluctantly nodded.

"Then-" taking out a nice juicy piece he brought it up to her "-eat, rules are meant to be broken and having a piece once in a while ain't gonna do any bad" he said as her eyes briefly met renjuns for acceptance who was stuck on that one piece for a long time, as if he was eating just for his friends.

His small nod brightened her face as she happily took the piece from hyucks hand. Bitting into that one juicy piece brought back life into her as she cherished that moment.

"Woah seriously guys it's just too obvious" hyucks sudden statement made all heads turn towards him as he pointed at the, Renjun and doyeon.

"What about them??" Jaemin questioned while hyuck scoffed in disbelief. "Seriously didn't you guys just see?? She just asked him for permission. Seriously guys just start dating!" Hyuck stated while her cheeks shot up red in embarrassment.

"Ya what-" "Don't argue I'm just stating facts! It's just too obvious both of you lik-mmhsksbks" a hand on his mouth as words came out muffled off donghyucks mouth.

Renjun held the boy tightly as he could but his strength and self hygiene betrayed when Donghyuck licked his palm. "What the hell hyuck!!" Renjun yelled while rubbing his palm on the Shir of hyucks.

Everyone giggled while Renjun glared at hyuck who hid behind jeno. "Oh please i didn't say anything wrong!" Hyuck defended while Renjun glared at him stronger, showing him he would punch him if he said anything more.

The day went by like that, doyeon never did think that time would pass by this fast as she sat there next to Renjun chit chatting with his friends. All were really nice to her making her feel comfortable as Renjun and doyeon grew closer to each other.

The sun settled down into the sea as the brightness dulled down to darkness. The lamp next to their beds being the only source of light for the room as their faces were barely visible to each other.

"And as the girl walked into the room-" hyuck extended the line as he made a voice effect of a cracked opening of the door while the rest intently listening almost waiting for the suspense.

"-boom!" Startled noises filled the room as the girl kept a hand on renjuns lap due to sudden jump. "The air pushed down her face" the sounds of disapproval filled the air as they disagreed with him.

"Dood i seriously thought that was a ghost!" Renjun yelled while the frightened Jisung hugged onto chenle who was least bothered by the horror story.

"There was nothing in the room and she returned back to sleep" Donghyuck ended the story while everyone groaned. "You seriously wasted my time" mark said annoyed while hyuck stayed unbothered.

"It's time to leave it's dark out" jeno stated pointing at the window right next to doyeons bed. "Yup mom's gonna scold if I'm late" Jisung said as the rest packed up.

"See at later Renjun! And doyeon! It was really nice meeting you" mark's soft voice was the first one to come up as the rest bid their goodbyes behind him.

Once everyone left it was back to just the two of them. Silence coming back after a long break as it felt foreign to them.

"Your friends are really good" doyeon first stated making Renjun smile widely. "They really like you" he stated back while she just nodded.

Atmosphere getting awkward for no reason as they both stealed glances at each other without really speaking out what they wanted to say.

"You know-" "I've been keeping this-"

"You first-" "You first-"

Giggles erupted as the room became more lively. "No seriously you go first, your face was more desperate to ask" doyeon stated as the sudden tension floated through the air.

Fiddling through his fingers he hesitated whether he should say it or not, but what the doctor said just an hour ago ran through his head as he didn't wanna extend this.

Telling her that he loved her. Making her his. Taking her out on a date. He wanted to spill it all out, he didn't wanna take it any further and delay it more. Cause...

"You know I- I've been keeping this in for quite a long time now aa-and i just wanna say th-that" "Hey calm down I'm not interviewing you" she cut him off while he chuckled nodding.

"Yea" the atmosphere becoming more serious as those eyes stared right into hers. "Hmm??" Seeing her eyes fall off he glanced at the mirror only to see it struck 11.

"Nothing lets talk about it tomorrow you are tired, plus your eyes will fall off any time now" he stated while she whined. "But-" " No buts go sleep" he demanded while she tsked and pulled the sheets falling on the bed.

"You should tell tomorrow morning if not I'm making you to" she said in a stern voice as he giggled nodding. "I will, goodnight weakling" "ya! Who are you calling weakling you are the one now not me!" "Whatever now go sleep" she just rolled her before pulling the sheets completely up and closing her eyes instantly drifting off to her dreamland.

A sigh left Renjuns lips as he stared at her sleeping figure, while her small snores filled the air. Wondering how good it would be to have one proper sleep he walked towards the toilet feeling his head heavy.

Eyes threatening to close as the stinging pain increased and the buzzing sensation in his chest increased. Holding his chest tightly he stood their halfway down the bathroom.

"Ouch" he winced at the sudden overflow of pain throughout his body as he fell weak on his knees. "Yeon..." His soft voice didn't hit her ears as she slept. Gathering all his strength he shouted her name once more as he prayed she would wake up. "YEON!!!"

The startled young girl opened her eyes wide as she shot up from her bed only to see Renjun spit out blood holding his stomach.

"Call the doctor" was the last thing he said looking at her before he fainted. "INJUN!!" She yelled as she pressed the button right next to her several times before speeding her way next to him.

"Jun open your eyes...please.." she pleaded as she felt tears well up in her eyes. Looking at him unconscious in her hands she felt her world fall apart.

Not now he can't die right now not when everything began to become more clearer no please don't die...

And with that his hand fell off from her hands.

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Chapter 20

As the wind brushed past her silky hair she felt goosebumps raise up her skin while she sat there on the bench all alone.

Feeling as if her life would never get brighter her only hope of life faded away. Looking around she met his eyes. Those eyes at first which held her world now held nothing but emptiness.

His head turned to her as a small smile plastered on his face, a smile which never reached his eyes, while the sun shined brightly at him, making his pale skin more prominent.

On the wheelchair he sat there about three metres apart yet he radiated that warmth that warmed her down on that cold morning.

A small smile appeared on her face as the nurse pushed his wheelchair towards her. "Guess I'm the weakling now eh??" He chuckled while she nodded.

That night completely changed everything as Renjun got monitored every one hour.

More machines spread around his bed as for the first few days after that incident he looked like a living robot tied under all those wires.

That one attack changed everything in their routine. Unlike her attacks his was way bigger than expected as it took a big toll on him.

His parents visited more often as she grew comfortable with them, while the boys tried their best to balance their school and visiting him.

The nurse settled his wheelchair right next to the seat such a way that their hands brushed each other's. Glancing at her while her eyes sparkled while her skin light up under the sun rays.

A smile that never left his face layed there as his lips curved up more wider while they both sat their basking in their warmth watching the sea on that particular cold morning.

"He has reached the finally stage" those words were more than enough for renjuns mother to break down into tears. The father held the mother tightly while the boy layed there on the bed unaware of anything that was happening.

Machines attached to his tiny body while he hardly breathed out a proper air without the help of the machines attached on him.

There she sat eyes stuck on that one boy as she looked at the rhythmic breaths he took while the heart rate monitor let out uneven beeps, his barely living body layed right there while she just prayed all of this to be just a dream.

She just wanted him to wake up, that's all she wanted. To see him wide awaken, sitting on that bed with his gleaming smile. And for him to hold her hands like there were no other girl in this universe.

For his warmth to be radiated onto her. For her to finally confess her feelings to him. And for him to accept it. But all of these seemed like a mere reality after the next words that left the doctors mouth.

"He can barely survive a month after this. Him being this healthy until this stage itself surprised me and made me wonder he had a chance to live but...I'm sorry"

And there slid a tear off her face as she sat there not moving an inch until he opened his eyes.

"Oh please come on!" She whined while he put the book behind him. "Why not! Why am I not supposed to look through to the book! I just wanna see your drawings!!" Her adement personality hitting him hard as he finally gave in bringing the book front while she instantly grabbed it.

Turning through the pages as her face lit up each time. They were just... magnificent. They were so well balanced as each page showed some or the other emotion in the form of drawing. As the end reached though they were a bit crooked they were just

... beautiful.

"Why'd you keep it a secret when you draw soo good!!!" She exclaimed as she flipped the pages. A sigh from him made her look at him. "I can't draw anymore but..." He looked at his fingers which were already shaking.

Heads hanging low while he felt his heart drop at the thought of not being able to draw anymore.

A smaller hand coming in contact with his colder ones but to her it was just as warm as they were when she first held them.

Looking into her eyes he felt his world calm down as his hands stopped shaking. "Hey... It's alright, life's never fair. It keeps taking the things we love away from us but you should never let that break you okay??" Her comforting voice was more than a voice to him as he smiled nodding.

A satisfied grin on her face while they stared at each other for another good 2 mins. "Thank you ... thank you entering into my life" his voice came out like a mere whisper, squeaking her hands while her smile widened.

"Thanks for showing up in my life. Though our first encounter wasn't that great-" chuckling whirl they both recalled the first time they ever met, which felt like an eternity before.

Since that encounter a lot changed, their relationship, the way both opened up to each other slowly as their health decreased at a speeding rate. But as their health grew weaker their bond grew stronger.

Both holding up for each other when one has a bad day or has another attack.

Being there when one is not able to sleep or want to sleep. They were always there for each other knowingly or unknowingly.

And knowingly or unknowingly both fell for each other. "-Im happy that we opened up" Renjun spoke while she nodded.

"Thank you too cause without you, i would never have had the will to live" she whispered while a small tear flowed down her cheeks.

"I know this is too late but-" Renjuns slightly broken voice came out louder than he thought as he regretted it. "and ik we- i mean i don't have much time but-" "Hey don't say that!" She protested but he chuckled.

"-No i mean it i don't have much time and...if i don't say this now i might not seriously not have a peaceful death and probably roam around earth as a ghost regretting why i hadn't said that when i was well alive"

His words struck her as the atmosphere grew heavier. Their breaths and the constant beeping of the heart monitor being the only background noise an unknown tension weighed around the air.

"I have been meaning to tell you this for a long time and the last time i tried i-i-i got the attack." He sighed while she remembered that night, the night where he promised he would say what he wanted in the morning but turned out sleeping for next 1 week.

"Yea..." She replied while her head hanged low, staring at her palms perfectly kept on top of his while his thumb shooting rubbed against her palm skin.

"You know the first time i saw you-" he started as she looked up to meet his eyes. "I never thought i would ever feel that feeling.

The feeling of being taken care of or being cared for or the feeling of love. But when you showed up, it changed,-" she looked at him quite not catching what he was trying to say but her mind wanted him to say just what she wanted.

"-you, you are the one who completely changed my life in just a span of few weeks and believe me or not i was never a fan of love at first sight but you completely proved it to be wrong cause doyeon you" pointing his finger straight at her so that she doesn't mistake anything he continued.

" You made me fall for you like crazy, made me feel loved and made me understand that even i who seriously didn't belive in love, can fall in love and experience that." He took a deep breath while her breath hitched.

Expecting what was he was going to say next, but she waited for it to blurt out of his lips. For him to say it out himself though he made the fact really obvious.

"I-I like you doyeon-fuck it- I love you" and there it was her lips met with his as he kissed her back without any hesitation. Pulling her closer by her waist she settled herself on top of him while her hands wrapped themselves around his neck.

Though the moment was short it was well cherished by the both as it confirmed one thing she loved him too.

And the reply she gave him was exactly what he had ever wanted to hear making his lips curve up into a smile.

"I love you too..."

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Chapter 21

After 2 weeks

"Wait you guys sing!?!" Renjun closed his ears at the her sudden loud voice piercing his ears. "And you wrote this!?!" Renjun nodded, as she gasped looking at the piece of paper which held verses that had soo much in them.

"Yo can you guys sing it for mee~" she whined while mark sighed. "Then why do you think Renjun pulled us here when we should be at our homes doing our assignments??" Haechan questioned while her eyes widened.

"Wait seriously!?!" She jumped up from her seat while mark took out a big bag. Renjun sitting right next to her as he held her hand. "Woah i can't believe you literally wrote a song for me" she voiced out hugging him tightly while Renjun chuckled his ears heating up.

"Yo seriously i have never seen him writing but the other day..." Mark dragged while Renjun eyes him. "I'm not telling it out just wait and see doyeon" she just looked at the crowd bewildered while Renjun shouted out.

"Let's just start it's getting late i don't want you guys complaining after this" he blabbered while mark opened up the bag taking his guitar out.

"I'm excited~" rubbing her hands in anticipation as she felt her inner child waking up. The way she was excited and felt loved was not explainable as she sat there looking at group of boys whom she hadn't known long but meant so much to her.

Relaxing their vocal chords while they blabbered gibberish. Giggling at their actions as she sat there waiting for them to wake up. Once all done there sat infornt of her 7boys.

7 mysterious boys whom just showed up in her life just like that but she never complained as they only made her sick life into a bit joyful one.

"Okay...uhmm well I'm not telling much uh the song's name is rainbow and you'll probably understand what i wanna say through it I'm sure of it and yea it wasn't only written to her, it was also written for you guys" Renjun said pointing at the boys, their eyes slightly widened.

"Wait really!!" Haechan screeched while gave a assuring smile before mark adjusted the guitar.

(A/N: yup an acoustic version of rainbow. Just imagine they did one cause i really couldn't actually bring in the whole karaoke to the hospital.)

"Okay on the count of three.." mark eyeing everyone while the nodded. "One...two...three" and with that chenles soothing voice ran through her ears instantly falling in love with it.

Closing her eyes as they sang through the verses. Melting into the melody as every words they said made a mark on her heart.

(You guys can skip this if you don't wanna read the lyrics :))

                         Rainbow

[Verse 1: Chenle, Haechan]

At the end of the cold rain, on the blue sky

I look at the rainbow light that is particularly clear

In the midst of a pause in time

There are seven lights smiling in a circle

It's like a bookmark I place in my heart

[Pre-Chorus: Renjun]

I don't know where else I should go from here

Over the long space that I left blank

You smile and wave at me

[Chorus: All]

At the end of the day that left us breathless

We lean on each other

We close our eyes and fall asleep comfortably

Dreaming again

In the slightly unfamiliar tomorrow

That will start over again countless times

I think we will be okay, I think it will be shining

The rainbow that connects your and my heart

[Verse 2: Mark, Jeno, Jaemin, Jisung]

When I'm drowned in emotions

Stuck between the two clouds in my heart

I remember the rainbow that resembles your smile

Its seven colors, the way we were like back then

We'd always hold each other's hands and run

Just like we do now

We run endlessly and the light is reflected at the end of the road

So that I can remember how beautiful we were

I place bookmarks (Girl)

Yeah, no matter what anyone says

Let's chant out what we remember

Everything is looking like a blur but

It's still fine, I hope you remember the way it used to be

[Pre-Chorus: Haechan]

One day, my past self became blurry

But when you looked at me

Suddenly there was a new me

[Chorus: All]

At the end of the day that left us breathless

We lean on each other

We close our eyes and fall asleep comfortably

Dreaming again

In the slightly unfamiliar tomorrow

That will start over again countless times

I think we will be okay, I think it will be shining

The rainbow that connects your and my heart

[Post-Chorus: All]

The dreams we've dreamed together

Become someone else's again

We're inside the same dream

[Bridge: Chenle, Renjun, Haechan]

This story will begin again in our dreams

You're in the first sentence of this non-stopping page

My brightest dream

[Chorus: All, Renjun, Haechan]

We are warmly holding hands (I wanted to become your dream)

In the memories we will make together (Like I was in the beginning)

We walk the same road and laugh the same way (Fallin', fallin', fallin' into this dream)

And dream the same dreams

After the cold rainstorm ends (After the end of a long wait)

Everything we endured together (In this seven-lighted dream)

I think it will permeate, it feels like we've dreamed of it before (An unfolding dreamin', dreamin', dreamin')

The rainbow that rises up more clearly

[Post-Chorus: All, Mark & Renjun]

The dreams we've dreamed together

Become someone else's again

We're inside the same dream

The rainbow that rises up more clearly

"Shit" her response surprised everyone while a tear rolled down her cheeks. All panicking as they thought back on what wrong they had done. Renjun immediately running to her side.

"Why is this soo good!!" Everyone sighing in relief as she shed tears of joy. "Guys seriously this is...it's just soo good your voices omg.. this means soo much omg.. please guys you seriously can become damn famous like for real.

And your voice Renjun damn it's just soo soothing!!" She wailed while the rest chuckled as Renjun patted her shoulder.

"I seriously thought we did something wrong" haechan voiced out as the rest nodded. "Hey don't cry now you make me feel bad" Renjun said while rubbing out the tears off her cheeks. Nodding she sniffled. Her vision finally turning back to normal she smiled at then widely.

"Thank you soo much guys. Thank you Renjun. This means a lot to me" she whispered while Renjun hugged her tighter.

The atmosphere turned serene as the two layed there on the bed, there she was wrapped safely under renjuns arms as she stared into the void.

The boys left earlier stating they had assignments and if not for Renjun threatening them they would have never come.

Eyes falling on the book on the table she wondered what that was. "Whats that??" She asked pointing at the book. "It's the most treasured book after the art one" Renjun replied while his eyes fell on her curious ones.

"Can I open it ??" Her innocent voice made him smile. "Not yet....but you will when it's time" his words came out as a mere whisper towards the end as they stayed there basking under each other's warmth.

Somehow that night became the last of the silent serene nights, the last night where they spent time with each other, which they never expected.

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Chapter 22

Her eyes widened as the agonizing pain returned. Tears stung her eyes as she looked around to find no one. Please not now...

Holding her stomach she slipped down the bed as her fragile body came in contact with the hard cold floor. "Ouch" wincing at the increasing pain she reached forward for the button but it just went further away.

"God!!" She yelled while she tried standing up but failed as the pain increased at every single movement she made. "Fuck you stomach" she cursed while her vision blurred with tears.

"God now only you thought of going out Renjun great!" Her voice monotone while she tried her best to reach the button but no avail.

"Someone!!" She yelled but the pain increased to the core as she cried out of pain. "it hurts!!" She yelled, her eyes shut tight while tears escaped out of it with ease.

"Someone..." Her voice a mere whisper as her strength gave up. Eyes slowly closing up as she saw darkness covering her eyes before she became completely shut out from the outer world but before it went completely dark his voice reached her ears.

"Renjun..." And with that darkness basked her.

"DOYEON!! DOCTOR!! SHE FAINTED!!" Renjun yelled as the nurse bashed in. Eyes falling on the unconscious gurl she instantly ran upto her and placed on the bed before checking her pulse.

"It's still beating" she reported as the doctor nodded instantly checking up on her.

Renjun stood there out the room as he fell deeper into his thoughts. Oh how he regretted forgetting that even she was like him, maybe worser. Her bubbly attitudes return made them completely forget that she was diagnosed with a disease.

Tears flowed down as he silently cried while the doctors took longer than expected. "Renjun..." Haechans soft voice made him look up just to find the boy standing right infront of him holding a bag of snacks doyeon and Renjun loved which he doubted doyeon could ever eat after this.

"Hyuck...doyeon she-" Renjun couldn't complete the sentence as he cried out more. Hyuck took a glance in the room and he knew exactly just what was happening.

"Shes a strong girl she will come out don't worry" he comforted while Renjun's tears never stopped.

Hours passed like years while the two teenagers sat outside the room along with the new appearance of her parents. Time ticking as each minute more sweats dripped down the doctors forehead.

Please don't lose on me doyeon please...

Each minute passing by like an eternity as the heart rate decreased. "Shit we are losing her" the doctor announced while the nurses ran helter skelter.

"The apendix, why hadn't we noticed it before??" The doctor asked before the nurse raised her voice. "It never showed up in her x-rays she often complained about stomach aches but we only thought of it as an side effect of the cancer"

A long disappointed sigh from the doctor only made things worse as the nurse mistakenly cut the wrong nerve. "Holy shit. I'm really sorry-i -i seriously didn't mean to do that!!" She defended while the doctor panicked.

Keeping his calm he commanded the nurse to bring in extra blood while his eyes never left her fragile body.

Eyes darting towards the heart monitor and blood pressure only to see it rapidly decreasing at an unholy rate.

"Please doyeon please don't die on me.." he begged while he worked on her for hours.

The four individuals out turned to be three as hyuck couldn't stay more late. And that's when renjun realised the sun had long drowned, leaving the sky pitch dark. Not a star shined as the star in the room struggled to catch onto life.

"Renjun...you shouldn't stay here more long, go to your room and rest...she will be completely alright trust me she will never fail you" Ms.choi approached Renjun while the exhausted eyes of the boy met the concerned eyes of the lady.

Nodding reluctantly he left the room with just one thing in his mind. Make her not deny the surgery request and make her live the life she had always wanted.

But how??? That's what he sat thinking all night when he finally sat up looking at the book. There is no other way.

A tear slid down his exhausted cheeks as he cursed at himself for not thinking of a better idea. But he just wanted the best for her and that's what he was about to give her.

I'm sorry mom, dad, doyeon...i just want you to live doyeon, but now it seems like for you to live I'll have to leave you.

Hitching, hands trembling as more tears fell off his eyes making it red. But nothing hurted him physically as much as he was hurt right now mentally.

Cursing internally for life being so cruel at him and her, but thats exactly it wanted, and that's exactly what he is giving it, but not exactly what it wanted.

The doctor finally let out a breath he held onto for a long time. His heart now feelings at peace after seeing her heart beats stabilise along with the bp.

Feeling satisfied with the stable situation he left the operation theatre where he was met with her worried parents. "She is stable for now, but i- the cancer has spread inevitably and her survival rate for the surgery has decreased but the chances of survival are still high.

I don't wanna lose just like you but only you can make her agree to it." The doctor said as the parents nodded.

"Can we see her??" The father approached while the doctor shook his head. "Not yet but we will let you in when it's time"

- - -

"She's stabilised for now" the nurses voice made him look up from the book as she pushed the trolly towards his table.

"Thank God" he breathed out while the nurse smiled. "She is a strong one she will survive this" she replied while Renjun nodded.

"She is" looking out the window his eyes held nothing but love when he thought about her and the next he was about to do to her was really cruel making him him the bad guy, but he just didn't have any other choice making him best himself up every single minute in guilt.

"I just hope you two live the lives you deserve" "I wish tooo...i wish that soo badly.." Renjun whispered head hanging low but his voice went unheard by the nurse as she changed the tube.

"I'll leave now and yea according to what I heard they will be shifting her to this room later this evening" with that the nurse left as a tear rolled down his cheeks.

Please, forgive me...

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Chapter 23

It had been three hours since they shifted doyeon to their room but she still hadn't opened her eyes making Renjun dead worried.

Pleading the nurses and doctors he pushed his bed more closer to hers making it as if they were on the same bed. Hands never leaving hers he stayed there right next to her.

The heart rate steady while the room was pitch silent. Eyes staring into their he stayed there not minding to do anything. Just stay there right next to her that's all he has ever wanted.

"Renjun!" Marks voice barged into the room as his eyes met the exhausted ones of Renjun. "What are you doing here?? Shouldn't you be in your college??"

"It got over a long time ago you idiot it 5 in the evening" mark deadpanned and that's exactly when he realised he had been sitting like that for probably god knows how many hours.

"Ooo..." He trailed his voice holding no kind of an emotion as his face was emotionless kinda like he was dead. "Hey..." Mark approached the boy who was currently still looking down at their intertwined hands.

"She's gonna be alright...i can't promise you that but i just know...shes strong she will wake up" mark assured while Renjun eyes glistened with tears when he looked up marks concerned irises.

"I just hope she wakes up" he whispered while mark rubbed his shoulders soothingly. "She will"

The sky had turned completely black while still none of the stars shined. It was as if the stars refused to show up as she layed there, her light all drowned deeper into the ocean.

Renjun layed right next to her, his hand still intertwined with hers while his eyes were gently closed. His even breaths along with the heart rate monitor sound hit her ears as she slightly flinched.

Trying her best to open her eyes that felt heavy for now reason she moved her one free hand as she felt the other one intertwined with someone's whom she instantly recognised as Renjuns.

A smile tugged up as her eyes slowly fluttered open. Adjusting to the light she brought up her free hand to close the direct hit of the sudden light.

Eyes trailing to the digital clock she was partially shocked at the day it showed. I've been gone for almost fucking two days shit...

Turning her head slowly to look at the peacefully sleeping boy she felt her heart soften to the core. How cute his lips were pouted while a small frown was evident on his face.

Pushing back the hair that covered his eyes she slowly grabbed his cheeks. Rubbing her thumbs against his soft skin while she felt his cheekbones become more prominent.

Damn he is losing his weight really fast...faster than me...

At the sudden imapct of the cold hands he slowly stirred, a groan leaving his lips. A stunned doyeon instantly took her hands off his cheeks, afraid she would wake him up.

Eyes slowly opening up he met with her soft gaze he had leaned onto to meet again. Her eyes looking at him with fondness while he just couldn't believe she was awake.

"You're awake..." He breathed out while she nodded. As if she had read his mind she chuckled before speaking up. "And no this ain't a dream"

A tear slid down pushing itself past down his eyes wetting the pillow cover. "I seriously thought you wouldn't wake up" Renjun whispered, closing his eyes while more tears streamed down.

"Hey...it's alright im all awake now. I'm good- oww" she winced at the sudden pain in her stomach as Renjun widened his eyes alarmed. "Let me go call the doctor" instantly getting off the bed he pressed the emergency button.

Ms.Choi instantly entering the room as her gaze fell on the girl who held her stomach. "You're awake!!" She announced while running to her helping her sit up.

"It's gonna hurt" she stated while doyeon winced at the alarmingly increasing pain. The doctor entered without a delay as Renjun looked at the trio.

Once all done the doctor left the room but her face was down, no more of the fondness or any kind of an emotion was plastered on her face as she stared into reality of what was actually happening with her.

Dying.

"Yeon..." His ever so soft voice called her out while her eyes met his worried ones. "You're gonna be alright don't worry I'm here" he whispered bringing her closer to his chest.

"And I'll always be there for you..."

Be there for you

Do you remember the first time we met?

That bright day that was full of sunlight

You have always stayed by my side like this

I thank you and again and again

I just need you to be with me,

As time goes on, we get comfortable

I might have made you upset sometimes

You can tell me anytime

I'll become whoever you want me to be

At the end of your day, I'll be there for you

I'll hold you in my arms and listen to you

For me, you don't always have to be perfect

It's alright

You just need to stay like this

Always, just like now

Always, just like now

As time goes on, we get used to each other

I'm so glad we're together

Because I know whenever I look back, you'll be there

At the end of your day, I'll be there for you

I'll hold you in my arms and listen to you

For me, you don't always have to be perfect

It's alright

You just need to stay like this

Always, just like now

You gave me the world I've always dreamed of

I always wanna be there for you

And I know that you will feel the same

At the end of my day

Will you hold me in your arms and listen to me?

We don't always have to be perfect

Don't always have to

It's alright

You just need to stay like this

Always, just like now

I just need you to stay with me

Just like now

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Chapter 24

It hurts like hell when you know you need to let go of someone but you can't because you're still waiting for the impossible to happen...

"No...I won't why the hell would I??" Her tear stained face was brushed with another rush of tears as she looked at renjun who was standing right infront of her.

"Cause that's the only way you'll live Yeon...please do it" Renjun pleaded. He felt guilty, angry, hate for doing the same thing to her as he parents did. Force her into doing the surgery.

"No why would I want to live when you are dying??" "Yeon...just cause I'm dying doesn't mean you should too...please do it. I want you to live the life i have never had. Live the life you've always wanted. Don't lose it just cause me. Just cause of a boy who suddenly showed up in your life"

"No!!" She yelled feeling a sense of betrayal fill in her. What had she even expected. He was just like her parents. Forcing her into doing the surgery just to live the life she hated living. But what she didn't know was the motive behind Renjuns pleading.

He sincerely meant it. He wanted her to live and if it was forcing her into doing the surgery so be it. "You are just like them. Just like my parents" "What no!! No Yeon" walking forward, hands reaching upto her shoulder but a feeling inside him stopped him from keeping it on top of it.

"I never want you to force you into doing the surgery. I want you to become strong. Come back alive. Show your parents the life you've always wanted to live. Not what they want you to or make you to live.

If not for then atleast for me Yeon...please do the surgery. I'm not forcing you..and in the end it's still your choice and I'm in no place in forcing you to do so but i just love you soo soo much i don't wanna watch you die please."

"And you think it's okay for me to see you die!?! Live a life of regret??" She yelled while more tears fell off. "Shh don't yell" his comforting voice spoke out as he moved more closer. Feeling her lean onto his touch.

"It's not I'm wanting to see you see me die. Infact I wanted an eternity for us. For us to be together and experience everything in life together. My wish for you and i to be together forever...it's just it seems so against the universe." A defeated sigh from Renjun only made her wail more.

"I don't know why the universe hates us but Yeon just remember I'll never leave your side. Even if i die I'll always be by your side, in your heart. And the fact that we don't have long just breaks me more...but Yeon" pulling her face up by her chin her eyes stared right into his teary ones.

"Whatever happens, whatever cold night your facing always remember I'll be right by your side, through every hardship, even if I'm not physically present I'll be in here." Pointing at her heart her cries softened.

"Close your eyes, lean to your heart and I'll be there cause no matter where i go I'll be always with you love, no matter where i go.." pressuring every single word he said as it made a mark in her head.

Nodding her head while she looked up at him. "Go live the life, and don't think I'm not there cause I'll be there in every step of your life from here.

Don't make me the block for your life, make me the way of your life, the bridge of your life" he repeated the same word as she finally gave in.

Live the life i want, how the hell will i live that life without you???

🍂

The astound doctor looked at the two teenagers who stood infront of him, partly standing with the help of each other.

"You're doing the surgery??" His voice still not believing as the two nodded. "Even you??" Raising a brow at renjun the boy confidently nodded. "Why are you..." "I'm dying anyways..." The boys words cut off the doctor while the doctor sighed.

"Renjun your parents should agree. Hers they agreed a long time ago but you..." "I'll make them" he sternly replied while the doctor reluctantly nodded. "Alright I'll...let the others know" the doctor sighed while the two just nodded.

"Wait.. Renjun baby why??" His mother questioned while the boy stood there, put up on his one word. "I am doing the surgery mother...anyways i am not likely to survive, but her, she has a lot of chances..she can mom, she can survive the surgery.

I don't want her to die. I want her to live the life I've always wanted to. A normal teenage life" his words hit deep fort he parents as they stood out the hospital in the garden. The wind brushing past each of them as they shivered under the cold wind.

"Fine...it's your choice kid and we as parents will never stand as a block for it" his father assured giving him a wide smile, a smile that never reached the eyes.

🍂

On the rooftop sat the two, hearts beating erratically, while the cold wind made its way past them real quick but as usual instead of a shiver they felt each other's warmth radiate.

"The rooftop it's gonna be cold once you are gone" her voice caught hij off track as he looked at her. "Why would it??" "Stupid once you are gone how the hell will i feel warm"

"Hey...i told you I'll be right here, right next to you radiating the same warmth, it's gonna be the same trust me" he assured her showing up a thumbs up while she scoffed.

"I wish it to be like that..." "Don't worry it's all gonna be alright" the thought that when she will wake up after the surgery he would be long gone, the reality of him leaving her all alone in this big world didn't strike her yet and it sacred her.

But his words made her feel safe, secure a feeling that he will be right next to her and that he would never leave her, always be by her side no matter where he disappears off to. And that made her....okay.

Cause there was nothing she could do, his disease was inevitable and hers was unfortunately evitable.

"Renjun, doyeon!!" The nurses voice brought the pair out of their trance as they turned their heads in a sync. "It's time" those words left her mouth as reality hit them real hard.

"Jun..." Her voice quavered. "I'm scared..." A slow tear made its way down her rose cheeks while he held onto her palms tight.

Looking back at the nurse he gave a assuring smile before she left. "Look at me" his soothing voice which she was afraid she would never hear again.

"Do me a favour...once all of this is done just open the draw right next to my bed and there's a pendrive, and a book never lose it okay??" He looked at her with love, as if she was the only women in the world.

She just nodded while sniffing hardly. "Hey...it's gonna be alright just remember what i said okay??? Don't be scared, whenever wherever just shout my name and I'll be there. Hm??" She just nodded while he pulled her close.

Hugging her tightly as if there ain't no tomorrow which was the reality for him he rubbed her back slowly. "Everything's gonna be alright and I'll make sure of it." Pulling out of the hug he took her chin and pulled her closer, making their lips meet which she didn't hesitate to return back.

Pouring out all their emotions into that one last kiss as they held each other in their arms for one last time before walking out of the rooftop. His voice ringing her mind.

Just remember for us it's never goodbye.

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"Don't be scared, I'm watching you I remember the nights where we were together

When you walk on unfamiliar roads, just raise your head and

Take a look at the stars"

                                     ~Never goodbye

Chapter 25

A month later

"Do-yoen!" Hyucks voice rang through her ears as the now healthy gurl turned around. A smile adorned her face as her eyes met the six boys walking towards her. One missing.

Her mind walking back to the last month as the smile slowly turned into a frown.

"Ready to get out of this hell hole??" Hyucks cheerful voice brought her out of trance as the smile returned. "So ready" the rest giggled as mark picked up her bags. "Meet you down there??" She nodded as the rest left.

A sigh from her as she turned around looking at the room that held millions of memories which she can never bring back once again.

Though he was never physically present he kept his promise of being present mentally. The first few weeks after the surgery was probably her worst but as days passed by she moved on, practically keeping her promise.

But she never opened his draw, never did she dare to open it. But as time ticked she reluctantly opened the draw only to find the same exact stuffs Renjun had told her.

A moomin pendrive and a diary.

Fingers trailing over the items she grabbed them. "Doyeon.." ms.choi's voice mad her turn her head alarmed, eyes slightly widened.

"Oh sorry I didn't mean to scare you" "No worries " she smiled while Ms Choi brought her into a tight hug. "Oh I'm so glad you are all well now" she cried while doyeon chuckled.

"Mee too" pulling out of the hug the nurse looked at doyeon fondly, how much she had fought the urge to not breakdown, how much she had turned to be strong and not cry all night for that one boy.

She was proud of her, as she saw the weak one turn out to be the strongest of them all.

"I'm so proud of you" she whispered running a hand through her silky hair which now returned back thick. Her face brighter than ever, she was all good now.

"I'll miss you ms. Choi" do-yoen hugged her once again as they held each other for one last time. "I'll miss you too" taking in a sharp inhale as the nurse looked back at the bubbly girl return back.

"Alright then let's get you out of this hell hole" she said as the girl giggled nodding. Holding the pendrive and the book tightly she left the room.

Turning to look at the room one last time as the whole bunch of memories returned back in a flash. A tear slowly rolled down as she felt him standing right next to her bed smiling widely, screaming I'm proud of you.

A month before

"The heart rates falling" the doctor frantically worked on the girl while the boy...he was doing pretty good.

Doctors and nurses ran helter skelter not knowing what exactly was happening as the girl who should be doing well was now losing her life.

"Get me more blood we need more blood!!" The doctor cried while the nurses rushed out. The six boys along with doyeon's and Renjun's parents stood out the operation theatre while each second passed by like an eternity.

"Ms.park!! Help me up here" the doctor yelled as the doctors moved towards the little girl's body. "On the count of three let's cut it off" the doctor instructed as the rest nodded.

And what happened rest is a history for them, as the boy turned weaker and girl gradually picked up to life.

The seven of them walked out of the hospital as she took in a sharp breath, inhaling all the fresh air she had missed. "Live the life and show him that his sacrifice was worth it" mark whispered as she smiled widely.

I should have died with you...and by now both of us should be in heaven

..together...but that's not what the universe planned for us and it hurts.

Walking down the hospital as she gave a glance at it one last time before she mouthed a goodbye.

Eyes staring at her once home which never had imagined she would leave she let out a tear. "Thank you..." She whispered, while her eyes gazed at their room's window.

"Do-yeon!! Let's go!!" Jaemin yelled while the girl snapped her head back at them. Nodding she smiled widely, a smile that reached her eyes as she got inside the car.

Looking at the hospital one last time she gave it a goodbye for the final time, but she never forgot renjun or never let him go.

After all he was always with her until the day she let out her last breath.

Whatever happens I'll get through it, cause i know you're right next to me Jun...you are always with me

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Dear Yeon,

If you are reading this letter then i have guessed it right. Yes I'm a stupid a stupid who couldn't come up with any other solution to make you live. But hey! Look at you, you have become strong and thats exactly what i wanted...and I'm proud of you.

Enjoy your life to the end don't make me sad from up there. I'll be watching you, watching over you from there so don't worry, whatever hardship you will go through I'll be right next to you, call out for me and I'll be there.

And don't ever be single for life okay??, find a better guy than me and marry him...haaa it hurts it does, but thats how life is isn't it ?? Always unfair never on our side.

I just wanna be with you till the end of your life, protect you from all the dangers in the world, be with you in all the pages of your life but it just seems so impossible now that I'm gone.

I so wanna see you walking down the aisle in that beautiful dress and stand right beside you while the whole crowd watches us, and the thought that someone else would be standing there only makes me more jealous, but i want the best for you and that's the reason I left, so don't ever forget whatever happens even if you are all alone I'll be with you.

One day when you're enduring a particularly dark and long night when you can't hold your tears just lift your head and follow the shining stars don't worry you'll find a way back cause it's never goodbye

Love,

Injun♡

                      Never goodbye

I'd stop the changing seasons"

I can't hold on to you with words like that

But, to you, who will encounter many seasons

I hope to show you this one feeling

So that my leaving footsteps don't cloud your mind

So please don't cry, I'll promise you

One day when you're enduring a particularly dark and long night

When you can't hold your tears and lift your head

Just follow the shining stars and

You'll find a way back

It's never goodbye

The road you need to take

May cross away from mine

That we can never always walk the same direction

I know, I know, I know I know

If I can't find the way to go together with you

I will always shine upon you from afar

I'm just like always, the same like a photo

But time doеsn't seem that way

Listening to this tickles my mеmories

I see you even when I close my eyes

You know, that's not normal for you, I'm not normal

So I can find you at once even if I lose my hold on you

I will wait there

For us, it's never goodbye

Like how I will recognize you in the dark after I go round and round

One day, find me, please

So my heart (My heart) that has stopped doesn't sprint again (Again)

So please (So please) don't cry (Don't cry), I'll promise you

One day when you're enduring a particularly dark and long night

When you can't hold your tears and lift your head

Just follow the shining stars and

You'll find a way back

It's never goodbye

One day when you come back to me

I'll come meet you in a heartbeat

You were, you are, you and I

Will always be together

Don't go astray then

One day when you're enduring a particularly dark and long night

When you can't hold your tears and lift your head

Just follow the shining stars and

You'll find a way back

It's never goodbye

You never say goodbye

At the same time, in the same place, in the same location

The starlight shines in the darkness

I hope my one and only constellation will be made complete by you

Don't be scared, I'm watching you

I remember the nights where we were together

When you walk on unfamiliar roads, just raise your head and

Take a look at the stars

               ____________________

Even though you say don't cry after you leave, Imma always think about you from time to time and let tears out cause that way you will always be with me

Prologue || Part 1 || Part 2 || Epilogue

[dreamii-yume]

Our lovely sleeping prince birthday is almost upon us, at least when I'm writing this ask so,

Sleepy prince gets to fulfill his one absolute birthday wish on his darling he keeps in his room, (before the party or maybe when it turns midnight on his birthday or after the party while it still is his birthday)

It is WAY upon us, my Love— IM SORRY IM LATE HAHA

Warnings : Yandere | Non-Con | Non-Consensual Touching | Kidnapping | Loss of Virginity

I see Silver being a borderline delusional yandere but still quite lucid at some point. He was confused at first and don’t really mean no harm to the one he loves, but when he turned to his father for some advice, that’s when things got a little bit...Complicated.

I mean, he did have a few doubts when his father was so supportive of his dark intentions of wanting to kidnap his Darling away from everyone else in the world, he was so conflicted of himself back then too. But Lilia was all smiles and giggles, squealing about how romantic it sounded to him that he even provided tips such as shackles and chains as protective “jewelry”. His father was weird, but Silver would be lying if he says that it didn’t make him feel at least slightly better about himself. Who was he to doubt the words of his father who knew so much about the world anyway?

Silver was never one to hurt you intentionally as he understood why you acted so strongly against his advances. Even when you yell for him to let go of you or inflict some sort of damage on him in some way, his patience was impeccable. He’d unconsciously overpower you when he wants to though, his strong arms wrapping around your body, making it smaller than it really is. He’d lay his head on your lap and fall asleep without even trying, but when you try to push him off, he’d instantly cling on you so tight that it felt like you were going to break a bone or two. He wasn’t one to shy away from sexual advances either, as per the advice of his father, and his kisses always felt so messy against your mouth.

He believes that he is doing the right thing, your resistance is just another obstacle that he’s yet to tackle. You’ll come to love him eventually, he just needs you to understand that by any means necessary.

Usually, it doesn’t go too far than touching each other though, he was totally the type to have sex only after marriage. The worse that you could remember doing was to pleasure his cock with your hands, occasionally with your mouth as well when he’s feeling extra horny. You can usually make him stop whenever you felt as if he really wanted to put his dick in you and steal your virginity, because he wanted to be all romantic and save your firsts for the best part, right? He wouldn’t want to ruin such a special moment, right...? But for some reason, it wasn’t working the way you wanted it to be this time around, Silver on his birthday felt different than usual. When you heard his drive was motivated once again by his ever-so mischievous father, it suddenly made so much more sense.

“If you really wanted to do it because you love her that much, then I don’t see the reason why you are willing to hold yourself back~”

I’d imagine he’d still want to make it as romantic as possible though, apologizing for being so impatient because you were too tempting to resist. He’ll set up the mood when the moon is fully out and treating you to a relaxing bath and a filling meal prior. He’d probably reach that point where he already believes that you are as in love with him as much as he does for you by how long you’ve been confined in his room, that the reason why you’ve been avoiding sex was because you were insecure and nervous. However, you’ve doing all those lewd acts with him before, haven’t you? Sucking his cock like your life depends on it, letting him touch you in your most sensitive spots, and returned all his kisses, it’s all signs that he believed to be leading him onto this moment. Any excuses you spout out now is just nonsensical, a childish tantrum.

That’s why, he had to clasp his hand around your mouth to silence your ear-piercing scream when he pushed into you. You were tight, but wet enough for his cock to slip right through, like you were made perfectly just for him. You struggled as much as you can, but ultimately became weaker and weaker as he began to thrust into you, his tip eventually reaching the depths of your cervix. He felt bad to see tears streaming down your cheeks, he could practically feel your walls stretching to its absolute limits just to accommodate his size so he could imagine how painful it must’ve been. He could even see blood pouring out of you, Lilia said that it was normal, like it was a proof of your virginity being torn away for the first time but he can’t help to wonder if you were okay.

Silver felt good though, his cock was wrapped around your warmth like a blanket and the sensation of dragging along your insides every time he would thrust in was fantastic. It was difficult to stop and it’s a shame to his pride, but he did his best to be gentle and constantly reminded himself to apologize afterwards. He knew how you’re feeling, but swore to make you feel good and doesn’t seem to intend to stop until he fulfills that promise. This was what he wanted after all, to finally claim you as his both inside and outside was his very special birthday wish...And when he finally felt his climax forming, he did not hesitate to cum deep inside you with a powerful thrust, enough to knock your breath out.

Lilia was right, having sex for the first time was such a euphoric experience, a memory that the both of you won’t probably ever forget. He came inside for the first time without any protection whatsoever, risking the possibility of pregnancy and it’s embarrassing for Silver to admit how addictively thrilling an experience it was...But looking down at your trembling body, it seems like that it really did took a toll on you. He still hasn’t pulled out of you just yet, even though his semen was already seeping out of your stuffed hole. Did you have as much fun as he did, he wondered?

...No worries, he can just do it all over again.

You’re seem tired, but it looked like you still have a bit of strength left in you just yet. Especially when you widened your eyes in panic to look up at him as soon as he grabbed your hips again. He only gave you a gentle smile to relay his message back...He promised he won’t stop until you feel as good as he does, didn’t he~?

IM BACK DARLINGS, and I managed to calm the amount of workloads I have lol I’ll try to continue writing hornii because I am VERY- OMG.

[twicearoundthesun]

“You can’t be mad.” Momo’s back was against the door, barring them from entering the apartment. She seemed to be stalling.

Nayeon stiffened. She felt Jihyo do the same, next to her.

“The kids are fine.” Momo added, quickly.

They relaxed – marginally.

“Momo, what did you do?” Jihyo said from beside her, obviously anxious to get inside their shared apartment.

“I didn’t do anything. Nothing bad.” Nayeon trusted Momo to take care of the kids wholeheartedly, but the girl was making her nervous. “I did something good. Very good, and you’ll love it. Eventually.”

She turned back towards the apartment, poking her head in to check something before walking inside. Jihyo and her followed.

“Momo, if you dyed my three-year-old sister’s hair bright pink, our mother will haunt you.”

“I like to think Mrs. Im would have found pink hair unique and exciting. Especially if it came from me, her favorite friend of her daughter’s.” Nayeon glared. Jihyo rolled her eyes. “But Chaeyoung’s hair is the same color you left it, I promise.” They finished pulling off their shoes in the entrance hallway and followed Momo into the living room.

The apartment wasn’t on fire, there wasn’t paint on the walls, and everything – including the kids - seemed to be in one piece. In fact, it might have actually been cleaner than before, the girls’ toys no longer littering the carpet. Sana stood in front of the couches, bouncing a fast-asleep Dahyun on her hip and watching lovingly as Chaeyoung and Tzuyu pet Boo, who was laying on his side in front of them. The girl’s backs were to them, and Nayeon could see everyone’s hair was the correct color. She breathed a sigh of relief.

At the realization new people had entered the apartment, Boo rolled over and barked. Everyone turned to look at them.

This was followed by a small yip.

Nayeon froze. Squirming out of Chaeyoung’s arms was – oh no.

“Oh god, Momo, did you bring home a rat?”

“You don’t have the right to call any animal a rat if you own a Pomeranian.” Momo said, quickly moving from her side and lifting a tiny, tiny puppy out of Chaeyoung’s grasp. Chaeyoung and Tzuyu, in turn, stood and ran to hug Nayeon and Jihyo.

“UNNIE! LOOK AT THE PUPPY!” Chaeyoung held onto Nayeon’s pants and shook her leg.

“Inside voice, Chaeyoung –” She glanced up at Sana. It was too late, Dahyun was stirring.

“Unnielookatthepuppy!” Chaeyoung pulled at Nayeon again and pointed.

“I see him, Chaengie-”

“HIS NAME IS DOBBY!” Tzuyu yelled, arms around Jihyo, and everyone was too shocked to correct her ‘outside voice’. Dahyun mumbled incoherently, awake now. “We please keep him!”

Nayeon’s mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out. She finally got a better look at the dog as Momo brought it over to them and – oh, god, he was cute. He couldn’t have been more than a few weeks old; he looked similar to how Boo did when Momo had first brought him home. Maybe a little younger. Fit in Momo’s arms, laying back like a tiny baby. She looked up at Momo incredulously.

“You bought another dog?!” Jihyo’s voice cut through her thoughts like a knife.

“Rescued!” Momo corrected. She glanced at Sana for support, who had just walked over to join them but looked guilty as anything. “Someone abandoned him and he… he really needed a home.”

“So you thought, I don’t know, three three year olds and two dogs wasn’t enough excitement for our home!?” Jihyo was trying to keep her voice low. She was beyond angry. Even the kids could tell - Tzuyu moved from hugging her legs to hugging Nayeon’s, and Nayeon put a hand on her back.

“Technically all the kids and one of the dogs lives with Nayeon.” Momo countered.

Nayeon could have sworn steam came out of Jihyo’s ears.

“I have an idea.” Nayeon tried to sound cheery. “Why don’t we have a little nap time?”

“Nooooo I wan’a pet Dobby!” Chaeyoung frowned. Nayeon turned to Momo, who kneeled down so she was eye level with Tzuyu and Chaeng. The two girls reached out to pet Dobby delicately.

“Babygirl. I think Dobby needs a nap, too. Remember, he’s just a baby.” Momo explained. “Say goodnight to Dobby and you three can take nice nap in mine and Sana-unnie’s bed.”

“Dobby can come nap with us! Like Boo does!” Chaeyoung beamed. Dahyun let out a little whine from Sana’s arms, who was quick to shush her and kiss her head. Nayeon guessed the same fear Dahyun had towards Boo applied to Dobby, which just about made everything worse.

Momo had heard it, too, and Nayeon caught the frown that passed her features for a second. “No, baby, Dobby has to stay out here.”

The two gave her a big pout. Dahyun hid her face in Sana, the only one clearly ready for a nap. That being said, with the excitement of the day, it took only a few minutes to get them settled. Momo looked terrified as they walked back to the living room couches, still clutching the dog to herself. Sana shifted uncomfortably, but sat with an arm around Momo’s waist.

“Momo.”

“Jihyo, he was alone. In an alley. Look at this face.” She held Dobby up. He yawned.

Jihyo just sighed and put her head in her hands. She was clearly at a loss for words.

“Momo, you can’t- these are big decisions.” Nayeon said softly. “I know.. you have a big heart and you can’t stand to see anything suffering, but… We’ve all got a lot on our plate. Maybe he should go to the shelter? He’s a puppy, he’ll definitely get adopted quick…” The betrayed look on Momo’s face and the obvious tears in her eyes made her trail off.

They were interrupted by the sound of the doorknob turning. Dahyun came wandering out, looking about as determined as three-year-olds could get.

“Unnie.” She’d said as soon as she marched up to Momo.

“Hi, baby, everything okay?” Nayeon answered for her, as Momo was trying to discretely wipe tears from her eyes.

Dahyun knit her brows, staring at the dog.

“Baby?”

“… Can pet?” Dahyun asked in the smallest voice. “Pet Dobby?”

Nayeon’s confusion was mirrored on everyone’s face. The last time Dahyun had tried to pet a dog that wasn’t Kookeu there’d been tears for almost an hour.

“Of... Of course you can, sweet girl.” Momo whispered.

Sana met eyes with Nayeon, before picking her up and placing her in her lap, within arm’s reach of Dobby.

“Dahyunnie, remember Dobby’s just a baby.” Jihyo seemed to finally get her words back. “So he could be a little, uh, excited.”

Dahyun just nodded. Took a deep breath and stared at the dog. Sana kissed her head. Dobby was sleepy, calm in Momo’s arms, but Momo still held him a little tighter so he’d be still. Dahyun reached a little finger out and slowly ran it over the top of his back paw a few times. The dog seemed unbothered, if he felt it at all.

“Great job Dahyunnie!” Sana cooed, rubbing her back.

A smile spread on Dahyun’s face. “Soft.”

“Yes, very soft.” Momo whispered. Nayeon noted the adoration in her eyes, watching Dahyun face her fears.

Dahyun switched from essentially poking his leg to very hesitantly reaching her hand over and patting his tummy once. The dog picked its head up and looked at her curiously, and the whole room tensed as she pulled her hand back quickly. But Dahyun just mirrored the curious look and tried it again, this time rubbing his belly for a second before pulling back. She beamed up at Momo.

“I like Dobby.”

“Yeah?”

“Mmh.” She nodded, leaning her head to the side against Sana and taking a deep breath. That was enough excitement for the time being, it seemed. “Happy he’s here.”

This seemed to fill Momo with joy and sadness at the same time. Nayeon’s chest ached. She broke. There was no way they’d send this dog to the shelter now, was there? She spared a sideways glance at Jihyo, who looked deep in thought.

“Dobby is –ah. Dobby’s going to get really big. Maybe bigger than Boo.” When Dahyun didn’t react, Momo continued. “We.. Might not, uh-”

“You won’t be too afraid of Dobby once he’s bigger than Boo, right Dahyun-ah?” Jihyo interrupted her.

Dahyun shook her head. “Dobby is nice.”

“Good. It’s going to be crazy with two puppies. But it seems like we collect strays in this house.” She looked at Momo pointedly. “Dobby will be the last one for a very long time.”

Momo’s face lit up. Nayeon let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. “Of course! Yes!”

Jihyo just shook her head and stood. Dahyun stuck her arms out and Jihyo obliged, lifting her out of Sana’s lap and onto her hip. “But now it’s naptime. You can pet Dobby more once you’ve napped, okay?”

Dahyun nodded, hiding her face in Jihyo’s neck. As Jihyo walked her towards the bedroom, Nayeon heard the kid ask if she saw her pet Dobby. She laughed.

“You’re lucky our three-year-old just saved your ass.” Nayeon chuckled. Momo just beamed down at the puppy, now asleep in her arms.

[kermittedfelony]

A little leading to alot ch.2

Hey guys, this is chapter two of ALLTA. I love how i say 'hey guys' when nobody follows me lmao. living the life.

TW: mentions of panic attacks, bad mental health, suicide, drinking.

Word Count: 745 (this is a small one i know im sorry)

C H A P T E R 2

You awoke feeling warm and comfortable, with your blankets wrapped tightly around your body. You were about to fall back asleep when it felt like an axe split your head open. You stirred and groaned, bringing your hands up to your face to massage your temples.

“Finally awake?”

You startle at the voice, looking up and seeing Nat at the foot of your bed with a glass of water, some toast and painkillers.

“I bloody well wish I wasn’t,” you reply, letting your head fall back onto the pillow

“How are you feeling?”

You shift your hands down a smidge so that you can give her the biggest death glare known to man.

Nat chuckles at your murder eyes. “Right, right, stupid question” She moves forward and sits on the side of your bed, handing you the plate while setting the glass on your bedside table.

“Come on, sit up. Have some food and then water and painkillers.”

You begrudgingly sit up and dig into the toast (you were rather hungry).

You were well into your second piece when you look up from your plate to see Nat staring deep into your eyes. You raise an eyebrow in confusion before she says, “Do uh, do you remember much from last night?”

You pause mid-chew, trying to recollect what would warrant such a question. You were about to speak when it hit you: getting too drunk, the panic attack, your goddamn stupid admission.

“Shit Nat fuck I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry I put you in that position it’ll never happen again I swear- “

She cuts you off, saying “Hey no, none of that now. You’re my person, okay? I’m not gonna let you go through that alone. I’m always here for you. Always.”

You look down at your plate and nod, too embarrassed to make eye contact. Nat ducks her head to get into your line of sight.

“Can we maybe talk about the other part? The bit where you said everything, existing, is too much?”

You turn your head to the left, away from Nat.

She sighs, “I love you so much. You know that. I don’t want to go to through this alone. We got through this together the last time, let me help you again," when she got no response, she continued,

"I’m here with you now, please, tell me what’s going on.”

You put your plate aside and lean over to give her a big hug. You didn’t realise just how much you had tensed up before you felt your shoulders drop in her arms. Nat really was your safe space, you two had been through so much together and always supported each other in every way possible.

So then why couldn’t you tell her what was going on?

You hear her sigh. Nat wasn't an idiot, she knew when she wasn’t going to get anything out of you. You rest your head on her shoulder and relax into her embrace. Before you knew it, Nat was shaking you awake.

“Alright sleepy head, go back to bed and get another couple hours, I'll wake you for lunch."

She lightly lays you down onto the pillows and gets up to leave. just as she's about to stand, you grab onto her wrist. Nat turns back to look at you.

"stay. please."

She smiles at you. "of course y/n.”

She gets up to close the door and turn the lights back off and gets into bed with you. You snuggle up to her, your head over her heart.

"Thankyou for being my rock."

You let her heart lull you to sleep, but not before you had an argument within yourself.

Were you going to tell her the truth or try and fix your declining mental wellbeing yourself? One of the things you really liked about yourself was your ability to have a deep understanding of your mental state and the things that can help or make it worse. You were always hyper aware of the consequences and repurcussions relating to it.

That’s not to say you always choose the right option, strategy or coping mechanism.

No, you weren’t going to open up to Nat just yet. You weren’t willing to admit to yourself that you were back in, if not further behind, square one. You were just in a rut, right? You could get yourself out of it. You didn’t need the help of other people. You could fix this yourself.

Right?

ch.3

[simpsiren]

coffee or me?

na jaemin x reader

description: you thought your life was getting boring when all you did was worked as a barista at your father’s coffee shop, that is until you met the med student na jaemin who keeps ordering an unhealthy amount of coffee everyday.

genre: barista!fem reader, med student! jaemin FLUFF!!

warnings: none

word count: 5,105

a/n: so i saw this post on instagram by @/pandawithnojams and decided to write a fanfic on jaemin hehe enjoy :D

your life was a little different from others. instead of further studying your interest, which was architecture after high school, your father immediately asks you to work at his 24 hour coffee shop, Anders, just beside a college. to make you feel worse, the college that was beside Anders was one of the colleges you thought of attending before being told to work.

althought you were not too happy with your father’s decision, you accepted it willingly. your father is the only family member you have left after your mother passed away 3 years ago and you wanted to help your father as much as possible so as to lighten his burden of taking care of himself and you.

“help me clear the tables, princess!” your father shouted from the back of the shop as you moved out of the counter to clear the empty cups on the tables. to be honest, you were starting to like working with your father. you worked as a cashier while you father would be at the back making the drinks, well that is during the day shifts. your father had the idea of you taking on the night shift as well so that you can practice making drinks while not getting stressed over the huge flow of orders that the shop would usually get during the day. you agreed to the idea as you thought of how your father would be able to rest during the night so that he would get plenty of rest for his aging body.

you shook your head with a soft smile as heard your father calling you princess. you were embarrassed that your father kept calling you that but you started finding it cute and you felt the care in his voice everytime he calls you that.

it was 7pm and your father was getting ready to get off his shift before you start your night shift at 7:30. you rushed to your father at the back with the stack of cups in your arms, being cautious of not dropping them. “let me help you clean up.” you said as you saw your father packing up his things. “i can do this myself, please. you dont have to worry.”

you placed the cups in the large sunk and walked over to your father and jerked his side with your elbow. “make sure you rest once you get home alright?” you started to pick up his items on the table, snatching your father’s bag from his hands and putting the items in. you felt his hand resting on your head. you looked up to see his wide and happy grin. “thank you for helping me, elizebeth.” he grabbed you by your shoulders to turn your body to face his before landing a loving kiss on your forehead. you smiled and hugged him tightly. you and your father stayed there away, fully embracing each other’s love. you pulled away shortly after, handing him his bag. he waved you goodbye one last time and you see him off.

you took your phone out of your pocket and one quick look at it and it told you that it was 7:45. you heard the bell on top of the door ringing and immediately went out from the back to attend to the customers.

you have been working till 3am now. it became less and less busy as time went on and you now only had two customers in the shop who were chilling and doing their own thing. fortunately, it finally gave you time to take a break. you pulled a wooden stool beside you and took a seat. you stretched your arms up, interlocking your fingers while doing so and stretching your back in the process, letting out a soft groan. you sighed as you let your arms fall onto your lap and slouched your body.

you leaned forward and rested your head on the palm of your hand, with your elbow on the counter. without you realising, you have drifted off to sleep. well, it was only a short nap. you were able to get some shut eye for about 20 minutes when you heard the ringing of the bell once more. you fluttered your eyes open and turned your attention from the counter top to the door, your eyes were only half open as you watch a figure walking towards the counter.

you heard the footsteps of the person coming closer and finally stopped. “what may i get you?” you asked in a lazy tone, not even bothering to sound like a happy and cheerful cashier at this point as you were not fully awake. you looked at the person standing across the counter, who was looking up at the menu board above the counter. he had round glasses and beautiful blonde hair that was very messy and edgy. a stack of papers were in his arms along with a laptop below it. he wore a large brown cardigan with a white turtle neck, and he looked about your age. with all the observations you made, it was no doubt that the guy was a collage student, and you guessed that he was from the collage nearby.

“can i please get a venti size iced black coffee with 4 shots of espresso? dont add the water, just ice.” his voice sounded as if he was sleepy or exhausted. you clicked your tongue and batted your eyes as you keyed in the order into the machine. you glazed your eyes over the order and sat up straight, tilting your head up to properly look at the man. “woah are you sure that is safe? its going to be very strong.” you warned the person. you have never known anyone who would order something this strong and intense of a coffee ever.

“its fine. i can handle it.” you told him the price and waited for him to give you the money. you placed the money you were given into the cash register and as you were about to give him the change and receipt, he snatches the receipt out of your hand. “keep the change.” with that, he walked away. you raised an eyebrow at him in awe and shrugged, watching him take a seat near the window and placing his stack of papers and laptop on the table.

you took one deep breathe before standing up and going to the back to get his drink ready. it didn’t take you long to make the drink since you were practically an expert in making black coffee, and since he didn’t ask for anything more, you were able to whip it up in a matter of 4 minutes. you poured the drink into a cup along with settling it on top of a small plate before walking out to serve it to him.

you went out and as you were walking towards the table the man was at, you gaped your mouth with shock and tried your best not to spill his drink. the table was scattered and covered with tons of papers and his laptop was placed in front of him, with his fingers typing away from the keyboard. you gulped as you reached there. “your drink.” you said, trying to sound polite as you waited for him to take the drink. you would have placed it down for him but you did not see the slightest bit of space that was not covered with papers. “oh sorry about the mess” he said in a quirky tone.

it took him awhile to realise you were standing there before he reacted though. you eyes were glued to his fingers for that short moment since you were impressed by how fast his typing was. he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and ruffled his hair before quickly running his arm over the table to push some of the papers aside. you placed the cup on the table and said a soft “enjoy your drink.” before going back to take your seat behind the counter.

you went back to the same position you were before, but this time, you were awake and wasnt able to sleep. you looked around the shop and realised that there were cups lying around due to the two customers who were in just now. you didn’t even realise they left you were that tired. you whined to yourself, realising that you have to get back up again to do work just when you took your seat.

you gathered up the strength you have left to stand up once more to clean up the tables. as you were picking up the cup and wiping the table clean with the cloth that was slung over your shoulder, you looked over at the one customer who was still here.

he was writing something on what looks like a worksheet, or perhaps notes. you couldn’t exactly decipher what major he was in based on the sheets of paper laying around the table. you were impressed that he could even fit that many stuff on a small table. he ruffled his hair and scratched his head, tugging on his turtle neck as he stretched his neck from left to right.

it made you chuckle softly in amusement. college really does seem stressful, but maybe he took a major that was difficult. from what your friends told you who did went to college unlike you, there are some majors that are more tiring and energy draining than others.

once you were done cleaning up the tables, you went to the back to clean all the excess dishes that was in the sink, which piled up to quite a height. after awhile, you were finally done with cleaning the dishes and you smiled softly as you thought of how you could finally rest, not entirely but it was still something.

you went back out to take a seat behind the counter and as you were about to close your eyes, you felt the presence of someone standing in front of you. you sighed and looked up to see who it was. “its you again?” you yawned as you took your phone out to check the time. 4am?! and he’s still here? “can i get the same thing i ordered just now?” you furrowed your eyebrows and rubbed your temples. “could’ve told me that before i cleaned all the dishes..” you murmured under your breathe, unaware that he was completely able to hear what you said since it was just you and him in the huge coffee shop.

“im sorry if its troubling you then its fine. although its a 24 hour coffee shop, to which there should always be somebody working.” you heard him say in a sleepy voice, you took this chance to look at his face once more, he looked cute to your surprise. you thought about all the guys that your friends met during college, partying in their dorms and shit. you wished you could experience that. although it sounds depressing, you were living a peaceful content life, not the stressful one that you see his customer experiencing. “um hello?” he asked as you shake your mind out of your thoughts and to reality, realising that you were probably staring at his face like a weird.

“shit sorry sorry ill get your drink ready.” as you were walking to the back, you turned around to see if he was still there, since you completely forgot about asking him to pay. instead, you saw him walking back to the table. you looked down to the counter and saw that there was money on it. you shrugged, assuming that he allowed you the keep the change just like his previous order.

you got his drink ready and went to his table. you saw him laying his head on the keyboard of his laptop, which his arms covering his face completely. you tilted your head as you thought about what to do. should you wake him up? just the drink on the table. you weren’t exactly sure. you let out a soft ‘uh’ as you reached out a finger to poke his shoulder to get him to wake up. “excuse me? your drink is here” you leaned forward slightly and whispered.

you watch the guy lifting his head up and licking his lips, taking off his glasses and wiping his eyes. he looked at his surroundings before looking up to see you with his drink in hand. he didn’t say anything to you and just took the cup out of the hand. you scoffed and went back to the back of the counter. you played with your phone for awhile, realising it was getting pretty late and yet you see the same person typing away on his laptop and resumed working diligently. you let out a sigh and waited for him to get out the shop.

it was about 5am when you finally see him packing up his things, stacking the pieces of paper and laptop, along with packing his stationery into his white tote bag. he doesn’t look back and went straight to the exit, opening the door and left in the blink of an eye. you took this time to shut your eyes just until your father came and resumed working just like any other day.

a few days have passed now and you realised that it was the same guy who keeps coming in during your night shift to do his work till 5am. and everyday, he would order the same thing. tonight was no different.

“black coff-“

“black coffee with 4 shots of espresso. i know.” you simply said. “and you can pay me once i add your order of the same thing later when you get out.”

you wouldn’t consider him a regular customer but since he has only been coming in for a few days, but you felt that it would be easier if you just remembered his drink, to make it easy on the both of you. so, you head to the back to whip up the drink that you have already memorised and have it embedded into your mind.

you got out with the drink in hand, walking over to the same table that he always sat at everyday. “dont you think i should know your name if your going to be coming in here everyday?” you realised that he made an empty spot that wasnt covered with papers on the table, placing the cup down and folding your arms with your weight placed on your right leg.

“its jaemin.. na jaemin.” he gazes his eyes up to you while taking the cup of coffee and taking a sip, maintaining eye contact with you. you hummed and nodded your head. “well im elizebeth. elizebeth riza.” the man who you now know as jaemin nodded his head in response. he twirled his pen around his fingers before placing it down. jaemin ran his hand through his hair before resting his chin on top of his fingers interlocked together, with his elbows on the table. “im majoring in the medical field. if that’s what you’re wondering.” he said, gesturing his head to the papers scattered on the table. you looked at the papers, leaning in to get a closer look, and indeed, it was all related to the medical industry, which was not in your interest at all.

“i also go to the college just next beside the shop, if that’s also what your wondering.” jaemin emphasised on the ‘also’.

“you’re so... observant.” you looked out to the window behind jaemin. you saw the college being dimly light. you looked back down, only to see jaemin tilting his head down and writing something on his paper. “i need to be. its a requirement for my major afterall.” jaemin shrugged as he responded to you, not looking up at all. instead of walking back to your chair behind the counter, you took a seat in front of jaemin. the action made jaemin look up at you with a raised brow, clearly in confusion. “why are you sitting here?” jaemin mumbled as he pushed his round glasses up his nose and typed something into his laptop.

“well i dont really have to work. since you’re the only customer here at this hour.” you simply replied, slouching into the chair as you folded on leg over the other. “wont youre boss be mad or something?” he asked as he scratched the back of his head with his pen. you shrugged and chuckled softly, folding your arms. “my father doesnt mind.” jaemin nodded his head slowly as he was able to catch up quick to know that your father is your boss. “anyways im guessing you’re going to be a regular customer here since you’ve been coming for a few days now and i always take the liberty to know the regular customers of the shop.” you stated

that fact was wrong, clearly. you wanted to get to know him just so maybe you could get someone he knows form the college who majors in architecture to teach you about it. well, it may be because he was cute too, but you focus more on the other objective. despite what you just said, jaemin doesn’t respond. he continued working with full concentration. you hummed as you watch him work, wondering if you should even continue talking to him. you continued watching him work, occasionally scrolling through your phone and looking at the door once in awhile to check if any customers came.

you heard him took a sip of his drink and wrote something down. “your coffee tastes good by the way.” he complimented, again not looking up at you. although it didnt really sound like a compliment since his voice was very monotone and lazy, probably from the tiredness of working. “i used to go to another 24 hour coffee shop that wasnt so popular, but it closed down. so i headed here instead.” you put your phone faced down on the table and looked up to face him. this time however, his eyes were off his work and glued to you. you bit your lip and nodded your head. “that’s nice to hear. but why cant you work in your dorm or at the campus somewhere?” you were curious as to why he would want to come to a place like this rather than having an actually learning facility to do his work at.”

“my roommate always has someone over at my dorm so i cant really concentrate. its just something about coffee shops, you know? like the smell of the place helps to keep me awake, and the coffee of course.” he looked out to the window, admiring the night sky and the dimly lighted city. you did the same as well, but you also admired the person in front of you. he really was good looking and you couldn’t help but stare at his perfect features. “you really do have the same mindset as my father.” you whispered, peering over to the cup to see that it was empty. jaemin saw your. eyes and coughed lightly to get your attention. “can i get another cup?” he asked. you could tell he was draining of exhaustion and looked like he was trying his best to stay awake by breathing in the smell of coffee that was all over the place.

“sure. but im added only 2 shots of espresso thid time. you know its very dangerous for you to be drinking that strong of a coffee. more than 1 cup even. aren’t you a medical student? shouldnt you know this is bad?” you pushed the chair back and stood up, walking over to his side to take the cup. “i used to drink 6 cups a day when i went to the previous coffee shop. dont underestimate my tolerance.” you gaped your mouth in shock. “6 cups?! who the hell is that psychotic to pump that much coffee into their blood!” you furrowed your eyebrows as you looked down at jaemin, who seemed calm and had an innocent looking face despite your reaction. “medical students, dear.” jaemin said sarcastically in a sing song tone, you saw him rolled his eyes as well. you let out a soft ‘tch’ and left to do his drink.

“as promised. 2 shots of- jaemin?” you weren’t surprised to see him falling asleep in the shop once more. you stood beside him, realising that you see a post it note on his now black screened laptop that. you leaned forward, now getting closer to jaemin so as to read the note. dont wake me up. thanks.

you tilted your head and raised an eyebrow. dont wake him up? is he going to sleep here till dawn? why cant he just sleep at his dorm? you scratched your head as you think of what to do. you never had someone sleep overnight at the shop before. you know its open 24 hour but does it mean that you allow people to full on sleep here? you checked the time on your phone and realised that your father should be here any minute now. you shrugged and walked to sit behind the counter, thinking that you can just ask him once he’s here.

you waited for awhile till you see your father coming through the door. you immediately stood up and waited for your father to go to the counter to greet you. “morning, princess!” you father greeted with a smile and walked to the back. you greeted and followed your father. “father im not sure if its allowed but one of the customers who came to the shop at night id currently sleeping.” you said in an unquestionable tone. your father stopped walking and turns around to face you. “i would allow it if there arent many customers so if its gets crowded just wake him up alright?” your father replied to you with a soft smile. he’s always kind, and maybe too kind, but that’s what you love about your father. you gave a quick smile and rushed to the front when you heard customers starting to flow in since it was morning.

it was 9am and your father allowed you to take a break for awhile. you took this chance to sit in front on jaemin, who still had his head resting on his arms and his hoodie over his head. he looked like he was wrapped in a cocoon or something. you giggled softly. you picked up one of his pens that you saw scattered around and took off his hood and poking his hair with the pen.

you hear a soft groan as jaemin lifts his head up, yawning as his eyes fluttered open to look at you. “what time is it?” you blinked when you heard his voice. you keep seeing on the internet about how guys’ “morning voices” sound hot and wow did you experience it the first time when you heard jaemin, not gonna lie, he sounded hot. “uh its 9am. i think you should just sleep at your dorm.” you answered, trying to keep your cool. jaemin sat up straight and ran his hand through his blonde hair a few time before looking at you. “alright. thanks, for letting me sleep here.” he stood up and looked around. the both of you realising that there were a lot of customers. he quickly stood up to gather his things. bit by bit, you helped him stack up his papers and such.

“will i see you again tonight?” you asked as you handed him the stack of papers. he pushes his glasses and smiled softly. “sure.” was all he said before he walked past you and headed out the door.

weeks turn into months of jaemin coming to Anders and you began talking to him more. slowly but surely, you were getting pretty close to him and you felt like close friends. you would occasionally go out to dinner with him when he wants to take a break from work. by dinner you meant a random 24 hour food restaurant. it didn’t have to be all that fancy since every time you spend with jaemin, he was able to fill your time with smiles and laughs. you got to know him a lot more and well, the friendship just blossomed between you two.

“guess what?! its our 1 year friendship anniversary!” you shouted as you twirled your way to jaemin who seemed stress with his work. you frowned as you took a seat in front of him. “hey you good?” you questioned him with concern in your tone. “i have an exam next week. just a lil stress.” jeamin knocked his pen against his head a few times before writing something down. “anything i can help with? this is the most stressed ive seen you, its worrying me.” you leaned forward, pushing aside the laptop to see his face. jaemin looked up to you, pouting cutely. “6 cups of coffee?” you giggled as you stood up walking over to him and running your hand through his hair before flicking his forehead with your middle finger. “in your dreams, jae. im making you regular black coffee.” jaemin whined. you raised an eyebrow and gave him a disgusted look. “dont look at me like that. regular black coffee, just a lil bit strong alright?” jaemin nodded in approval. you smiled at him and made his drink.

you placed the coffee down on the table and sat down across jaemin. you yawned as you placed your chin on the table and watched jaemin drink his coffee. “how the fuck can you stay up everyday to do work? i can never.” you closed your eyes for a moment. “its what i need to do, love.” you always thought that the nicknames jaemin called you like ‘love’ or ‘dear’ felt as though the two of you were in a relationship but you tried to only think of it in a friendly manner.

“yeah well im gonna take a nap. if any customer comes in just wake me up alright?” jaemin hums and watches you fall asleep. he admired your sleeping state for awhile, feeling his heart flutter for a moment before resuming with his work. after about 30 minutes, jaemin sighed in satisfaction. at least he was able to complete almost half of his work. he realised that you were still sleeping. jaemin smiled gently and reaches his hand out to pat your head, running his hand over your head a few times. he rested his chin on his free hand, admiring you once more.

“jae?” jaemin jerked back a little when he saw your opened your eyes, gazing up at him. blood rushed to his cheeks. he felt his face getting hot, out of nervousness he chuckled sheepishly. “your hair felt soft.” he blurted out. you laughed as you sat up straight and rubbed your eyes. “sure it is, jae. yours is way softer.” you rolled your eyes and glanced at the table before making eye contact with jaemin. “are you done with your work?” you leaned forward a little. “hm? i can take a break.” jaemin said as he yawned while covering his mouth.

“hey el? come here for a sec.” you raised your eyebrow in suspicion, blinking at him a few times before standing up and walking over to his side of the table. you stood there, looking down at him for at least 30 seconds. “jae what do you wa-“

you let out a soft gasp when jaemin grabbed you by your waist, making you fall down onto him, your body pressed against his. you lay your hands on his shoulders as you widened your eyes at him. “i never got to tell you this. maybe its my tiredness, or maybe i cant hold it in anymore...” your body froze when he places his head on your neck, feeling his breathe against your skin as you shivered at his touch. you felt his hand that wasnt around your waist slowly creeping up to your chin, holding it gently as he guides your face to meet his.

“but i like you, so much, for so long.” you slowly but surely placed yourself on top of jaemin, sitting on his lap with your hand remaining still on his shoulders. “jae..” you whispered, intentionally going close to his ear. his head moves away from your neck and up to face you. “you think i didnt know that?” you giggled softly as your hands slide down from his shoulder to his chest, making him flinch slightly. “all the times we hung out and spent time together, all the cuddles and shit. it’s very obvious we like each other, jae. i was just waiting for you to make a move.” your murmured.

“shall i make a move now then?” you see the side of jaemin’s mouth curving up slightly. you tilted your head and batted your eyelashes at him teasingly. “technically you already did by pulling me to you but another move wouldn’t hurt.” you teased and waited for a moment. jaemin leaned his face close to yours, his grip on your waist tightens as he pulls you in closer. he looked at your eyes before looking down to your lips. you didn’t move an inch, but you were

so nervous. it was nerve wrecking. you’ve cuddled with jaemin plenty of times as friends, physical touch wasnt new in your friendship. but this, this felt so different. it was intense.

jaemin slowly connected his lips with yours. he brings his hand up to the back on your head and through your hair. you kissed his back slowly as you closed your eyes in satisfaction. feeling his soft lips on yours. although you thought that he wouldn’t be comfortable with kissing you since your lips were pretty chapped, you felt that the way his kisses you was gentle and filled with love.

you made out with him for awhile. his hands roaming around your back while you wrapped your arms around his neck and through his hair. the two of you pulled away at the same time, a string of saliva appeared as you two gasped for air.

“can i have coffee?” jaemin breathed out. you made a thinking face to tease him as you watch him pouting cutely. “coffee or me, na jaemin?” you laughed and swiped all your hair to the front. “you make me choose? how rude.” immediately jaemin pulled you in for another long kiss.

[sarah-sandwich]

"I need a hug" please and thank you!

Hi friend! Here it is! Remind me to never commit to a fic a day for an entire week again lmao

Happy last day of National Storyteller Week to everyone who creates or consumes stories! Jump over to my ao3 for 5 ridiculous parkner fics 👌✨💛

Peter, no

He probably should have clued in sooner, a lot sooner.

Him and Peter have been attached at the hip for three years, ever since Peter ran into the lab in the middle of a video call with Tony, shouted something about an arm-wrestling tournament with the Avengers, and begged, “You gotta come trash talk them for me! Please, Mr. Stark! No one roasts as good as you!” Then, after receiving Tony’s resigned agreement, exclaimed, “I’m gonna dislocate Captain America’s shoulder!” turned tail and sprinted back out, ignoring Tony’s, “Peter, no!”

It was over in under a minute but he was bewitched.

“Who was that? And why haven’t I met him?”

“I’ve been avoiding this day,” Tony said in a world-weary tone. “You’re either going to hate each other or get on like a house fire. Either way, I’ll never know peace again.”

In usual Tony Stark fashion, he was right.

He thought he’d seen every side of Peter there is. He’s seen him soft and sleepy under the blue glow of the television. He’s seen him wired and manic as he pursues a project on little to no sleep. He’s seen him broken and bleeding in more ways than he cares to count. He’s seen him laughing until he cries, crying so hard the only thing he can do is cry with him, too exhausted to feed himself, too angry to speak, and he’s been there when he’s on the cusp of dropping dead from embarrassment (usually pointing and laughing but hey, somebody’s gotta keep him humble).

He knows him like he knows his sister, like he knows his mom, like he knows himself.

His point is, it shouldn’t have taken this camping trip to put the pieces together. Realization shouldn’t have hit him like a log to the face when Peter rolled up the sleeves of his borrowed flannel and suddenly he couldn’t breathe for wanting to kiss him stupid.

Well, stupider.

A moment later, Peter picked up the bag of tent poles like they weighed nothing and somehow managed to dump them all over the side of the road like a can of pick-up-sticks.

It’s gonna be a long weekend.

~*~

“What’s this thing for again?” Peter asks, raising his arms high over his head to hold up the long swath of fabric two times his height.

“It’s a rain fly, Peter. It keeps out the rain.”

“It’s not supposed to rain. Trust me, Aunt May checked the weather like 50 times before she would let me leave.”

“We still need it.”

“But why? We could sleep under the stars.”

“It traps in heat.”

“Sounds like another tally in the cons column. It’s hot as fuck, dude.”

“Not tonight it won’t be. Temperature fluctuates a lot in the mountains, especially when the sun goes down.”

“Temperature fluctuates in the mountains,” Peter repeats mockingly.

Harley stops what he’s doing. “If you really wanna sleep under the stars I don’t have to share my tent. Enjoy the skeeters.”

“You love me too much to leave me to sleep with the wildlife,” Peter says, voice muffled from under the rain fly as he attempts to drape it over the erected tent.

His heart skips. Does he know? Has he been that obvious even while oblivious to his own feelings? Did Peter figure it out before he did? Has he been graciously not saying anything about his huge undeniable crush while—

Peter squawks and tumbles forward, the tent collapsing under him with a snap that echoes through the trees. The rain fly flutters over him like a burial shroud.

“Please tell me whatever just broke was a part of you.”

“Uhh, sorry.”

He sighs. He’s in love with an idiot.

~*~

The tent leans a little to the left when they’re done with it but he’s pretty sure it’ll hold up through the night. Just in case, they limit how often they go in and out of it (which, in his opinion, is the way it should be done regardless).

A breeze rustles the trees, scattering pine needles as birds chitter and small unseen wildlife scurries around the underbrush. He breathes in deep, savoring the scent of dirt, pine, and fresh air. He’s been in the city far too long.

Peter stands with his hands on his hips, dirt crusted on the knees of his jeans, his borrowed flannel pulling tight across his chest as he watches a puffy white cloud scoot by with a befuddled expression.

He turns to Harley. “So umm, now what?”

He shrugs. “Whatever you want. You’re the one who’s never done this before?”

Peter stares at him blankly.

“Right. Forgot who I was talking to.” He shakes his head and walks over to the car with a sigh. “This way, city boy. It’s time you learned to fish.”

“Sounds smelly.”

“Mmm.” He pops the trunk and pulls out two fishing rods—one old and dinged up, the other brand-spankin-new—and he passes them to Peter so he can grab the tackle box and a white plastic bucket with a lid on it.

“And slimy,” Peter continues, wrinkling his nose at the bold ‘WORMS’ printed on the side of the white bucket.

“That it is, but there aren’t any rats and no one has pissed on the place you need to sit so it’s automatically better than anything the city has to offer.”

“We’ll see about that,” Peter grumbles.

~*~

“Y’know,” Harley drawls lazily, eyes half-lidded as he watches Peter jump from rock to rock along the shoreline, “usually when people are lookin’ to catch a fish they cast their line into the water rather than leavin’ it on the ground.”

“Oh is that how it’s done? I had no idea,” Peter says, stooping down to peer into a small pool sequestered away from the rest of the body of water. “What do tadpoles look like?”

“Uh, little squirmy guys.”

“Very descriptive, thank you.”

“Mhmm. Anytime, darlin’.”

Peter looks up at him, eyes narrowed and he jolts under the sudden scrutiny.

“What?” he asks. He always calls him darling. It’s just a thing he says—a southern thing. So what if over the years he’s stopped using the name for anyone else? It doesn’t mean anything. It’s not weird.

“Are you falling asleep?” Peter asks.

“Pfft, no,” he says. The sun is deliciously warm, seeping into his skin and turning his bones to butter as the katydids buzz and birds sing. A warm breeze ruffs his hair and he finds himself blinking slowly.

“Dude, you’re totally falling asleep.” Peter grins playfully and hopscotches across the rocks back to him as he teases, “You know, usually when someone wants to catch a fish, they do it while they’re awake.”

“I am awake, dummy.”

“Not for much longer.” He comes to a stop at his side and tweaks the brim of his hat. “Look at you. You’re like an old man falling asleep in his recliner in front of the big game.”

“Napping is a perfectly respectable part of fishing,” he argues.

Peter throws back his head and laughs. Backed by blue sky and thickly forested mountain, sunlit from above, he’s never looked better.

Should he tell him? Is now the time? He can’t imagine living like this—knowing how he feels but bottling it up and keeping it a secret from his best friend.

Then again—

His fishing rod dips and he sits up with a start, hands already moving for the reel.

“Woah, is that a fish?” Peter exclaims, peering into the lake.

“Sure hope so. Can’t imagine what else it’d—,”

“Can I pull it in?” Peter asks, bouncing on the balls of his feet like an excitable puppy.

“No, you if wanna get a fish you have to put in the work.”

“What work? Laying around half-asleep?”

“Yeah, exactly. I’ll let you take it off the line, how ‘bout that?”

“Eh, that’s okay. I’m good.”

He wrestles the fish out of the lake, a bass about two hands long, and then holds the flopping fish, hooked through the lip, out to Peter.

“There you go. Just pop that puppy off the hook and toss ‘im back in.”

“Wait, you don’t even keep the fish?”

“What would I do with a fish?”

“…eat it?”

“That’s a whole song and dance I ain’t got the tools or the patience for. Just grab the fish, Pete. Preferably before it suffocates.”

Peter makes an unhappy sound in his throat but reaches for the fish. Just as his fingers brush the scales, the fish gives a mighty wiggle and Peter flinches back towards the lake.

“Eep!” Peter squeaks and goes into the water with a splash.

Harley hunches over, laughing his head off as Peter sits up, water streaming down his face and dripping from his hair.

“I hate you.” Slipping and sliding in the muck, he makes his way through the mid-thigh deep water, back to dry land, and then keeps walking past Harley and up the hill to the trail that will lead him back to camp.

All the while Harley laughs and laughs, taking a moment to free the fish back into the lake before he sits down and tips his face to the sun, chuckling and committing to memory the way Peter’s soaked jeans and flannel clung all over his body.

~*~

“I still don’t see why—,”

“Shush,” Peter snaps, frowning in concentration over the tiny flame he’s been babying to life for the past fifteen minutes.

He sighs. He tried to convince him to wait until supper for a campfire meal but Mr. Eager Beaver insisted on trying his hand at it now. Had they made sandwiches they’d be done by now and could be hiking. But no. Peter wants to play Boy Scout so they’re going to sit here and starve until he gets a fire built just to spend five minutes roasting hot dogs and then have to put it out again.

To make matters worse, Peter’s no longer wearing his shirt since it got soaked in the lake. He’d gotten attached to how he looks in his clothes. Now he’s wearing on one of his standard nerd-pun tees and a wrinkly pair of khaki cargo shorts and he’s going to have to convince him to at least put on long socks before they hike or he’s going to risk getting poison ivy or poison oak all over his calves and ankles.

“There it goes! There it goes!” Peter exclaims, sitting up tall and motioning at him to look at the little flame as it eats up the pile of twigs and tinder.

“Very good, dear,” he says dryly. “Now see if you can keep it going with some real wood.”

Peter cocks his head at him. “Was that a double-entendre?”

“Why on earth would I imply that we should put a part of my human anatomy in the fire, Peter?”

“I don’t know,” he murmurs, squatting beside the fire as he breaks up a stick. “Dick jokes are funny.”

“You’re a child.”

“And yet you— Shit!” He flinches back from the fire and falls on his backside.

He comes alert with a spike of adrenaline, rushing forward to— to— pat out flames with his bare hands? He doesn’t know. “What happened?” he demands, checking Peter over for damage and finding nothing, not a burn or singe in sight.

Still sprawled on the ground, Peter looks up at him through his eyelashes with an embarrassed grimace. “I don’t want to say.”

“But you’re okay?”

“Yeah,” he sits up cross-legged and rubs the back of his neck. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

He stares down at him as he looks down in his lap. “You’re really not going to tell me what just happened? I already saw you fall in a lake because you were scared of a fish. It can’t be worse than that.”

Peter looks up, neck crimped and mouth screwed into an unhappy pucker. “I thought something was on me but it was just the grass.”

Harley stares. “So, you thought a bug was on you.”

“Yeah. I’m starting to think I’m not cut out for this place.”

What has he gotten himself into?

~*~

Peter hasn’t stopped chattering about everything under the sun since they left camp. And considering where they are, there’s a lot to chatter about. From bugs to birds to types of trees and identifying clouds, he’s heard it all. It’s why he’s not paying attention to the path like he should, too busy watching the way Peter waves his hands animatedly as he rambles, the way the sun lights his eyes and makes his hair shine, the way his lips shape the words.

He hasn’t taken in a word he’s said for the past twenty minutes but he’s watched him with rapt attention while his mind churns through his options. He’s not one to ignore something once he knows about it. He doesn’t want to keep this a secret. There’s no reason to. It’s nothing shameful and if Peter doesn’t reciprocate then… well, nothing changes, right? He’s fine with that. Best friends is still good. Great, even.

But if Peter does reciprocate…

His breathing quickens at the thought. How did he not notice this ridiculous crush sooner? It’s like something has been awakened inside him and now it refuses to shut up and go back to sleep. He gravitates towards Peter like an orbiting moon. He’s a moth to Peter’s beam of light. Helpless under the thrall.

Peter suddenly looks right at him. “—you know what I mean?”

“Huh?” His foot lands wrong and rolls over a root. His ankle screams out and then he’s dropping as it gives out.

“Woah!” Peter catches him, one arm around his back and the other fisted into his shirt at his shoulder. His brain goes offline, only processing the way Peter is pressed against him, the way his face is angled over him like he’s on the verge of dipping him into a kiss, the way neither of them moves or speaks, staring instead with startled realization.

He thinks he imagines it when Peter’s eyes dilate but then they fix on his lips and there’s no way he’s imagining that.

Lights flash in his head and he forgets to breathe as they hang suspended in time.

Then Peter bites his lip and his cheeks flush dark pink as he yanks Harley upright.

He stumbles, unprepared, and his ankle gives out a second time.

Peter catches him by the elbows babbling, “Oh my God, I’m sorry! Are you okay? I didn’t mean to—,”

“I’m fine. I…” The rest of the sentence vanishes from his tongue as he looks into Peter’s eyes. He loves his eyes—warm and affectionate, they always give him away. Whether they’re bright with curiosity, sparkling with delight, wide with embarrassment, or narrowed in anger, he’s an open book. That’s why the look in his eyes now gives him pause. He’s never seen it before—or maybe it’s been there all along but he hasn’t noticed until now.

They’re dark and focused like he’s seeing through him into his soul and likes what he sees so much he wants to eat him alive.

His heart thunders as he lifts a hand to Peter’s cheek. This is it. This is the moment he tells him and finds out where they’re going to go next.

Peter’s eyes go wide and he swallows thickly, but then his gaze shifts beyond him and he freezes except to carefully grab his forearm in a too-tight grip.

“Bear,” Peter breathes.

His awareness of their surrounding returns so suddenly it hurts. Birds sing, bugs buzz and chirp, somewhere nearby a creek burbles, and behind him on the path, something scuffs the ground and then snorts and sniffs harshly.

“No,” he says quietly. No, he refuses to allow this to be his reality. This cannot be happening. He won’t allow this to happen.

“Harley, bear,” Peter repeats, grip tightening.

Oh my God, this is happening.

“Don’t run,” he says in an undertone. “You’re not supposed to run.”

“We gotta run.”

“Peter, no.”

“Harley, there’s a fucking bear.”

“Listen to me—,”

“I’m gonna grab you—,”

“—we gotta stay still and—,”

“I’ll carry you and—,”

“—non-threatening so—,”

“I’m going to get you up a tree and then—,”

“—it won’t chase us.”

“—the bear will chase me.”

“Peter—,”

“It’ll be fine.”

“—no.”

~*~

He waits in the tree for over an hour, ankle throbbing, sick to his stomach with worry, wondering if he’ll ever see the idiot he stupidly fell in love with ever again. Even if he didn’t get eaten by the bear, he’s no good out here in the woods. He could be lost. He could be too hurt to move. He could be—

—covered in what smells like animal shit and standing balefully at the base of the tree.

“I need a hug,” Peter says, voice small.

“Did you—,”

“I did what needed to be done.”

“So that’s—,”

“Don’t say it. Do you need help getting down?”

“I’ll figure it out. Don’t touch me.”

“That’s fair. I’ll be in the lake. Will you bring me all of the soap and soap-like products we own?”

“Yeah. Gimme a minute.”

“Thanks, Harley.”

“Peter?”

“Yeah?”

I love you. I’m glad you’re not dead. I don’t know what I would’ve done if you hadn’t come back. My life wouldn’t be the same without you in it. You’re everything I want.

“You’re an idiot,” he says.

Peter nods. “Yeah.”

~*~

“Black bears can run 35 miles per hour,” he says conversationally. They’re sprawled on a blanket while the fire crackles nearby (but not too close, they’ve had enough disasters for one day). His foot is propped on the tackle box, elevating his ankle and Peter is beside him, flat on his back staring up at the stars through the trees, close enough that their arms brush.

“Trust me, I know.”

“They can also climb trees,” he continues reading from his phone. “You should never climb a tree to avoid a bear.”

“Harley—,”

“If a bear notices you, stay calm. Most bears don’t want to attack you.”

“Dude, I get it.”

“Move away slowly and sideways. Do not run. Do not climb a tree.”

Peter snatches the phone out of his hands and sits up. “I panicked, okay? I can’t lose you! I had to get you out of there.”

He goes still, the crackling of the fire and the crickets the only sound in the night.

“Say again?”

“Don’t,” Peter says harshly, still holding his phone far out of reach. “Don’t make fun of me about this one. You don’t get it, okay?”

This isn’t how he expected this to happen. Hyper aware of his heart beating in his chest, he asks, “What don’t I get?”

“I was terrified.”

“And you think I wasn’t?”

“Not in the way I was. I was— It was like— It was like if anything happened to you, nothing would be okay ever again. I don’t—,” He pulls in a deep breath, chest heaving as his eyes shine uncommonly bright in the firelight. “I don’t know. You’re— Ever since we met things have just felt right and good in a way they hadn’t before and I’ve already lost so many people and then you were in danger and I couldn’t do nothing. I couldn’t.”

“Okay,” he says gently, sitting upright and scooting over on the blanket. “Okay.” He takes the phone and sets it aside then takes Peter’s hand in both of his. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m okay.”

“I think I’m in love with you,” Peter says miserably, sniffing and wiping his eyes with the back of his free hand. “I think I have been for a long time.”

“Well, that’s lucky because I think I’m in love with you too.”

“You— What?”

“Mhmm. Since at least this morning.”

Peter stares at him. His lips twitch. “This morning? For real? Are you teasing me?”

“A hundred percent serious. It hit me right before you dumped my tent poles all over 36th street. Unrelated, you should wear my clothes more often.” He pauses and then says, “I think today was the universe asking me if I was sure I wanted to be tied down to your dumb ass for the rest of forever.”

“And?” Peter asks, eyes wide in the firelight.

“Yeah,” he says, smoothing a curl away from his forehead. “I’m sure.”

Peter leans in and kisses him, soft and quick. “Is that okay?”

Heart in his mouth, he says, “I think you can do better.”

Peter laughs and smooths his thumb over his cheekbone. “I love you.”

“I love you too, darlin’.”

[cottoncandyjester]

Wait....Top Wholesome Y/N gets terrifying jealous. Can I request that!? Y/N wrap their arms around the yandere's waist (hugging them from behind) and lay their forehead on their shoulder. Y/N takes a deep sigh and looks at them with a glare full of anger (or horniness...but mostly Y/N being piss off.) Y/N whisper in their ear, "Let's go home...I need to release some steam." Yandere is unable to walk the next morning. (Can you write it about the yanderes who are just...bottoms? Or become a bottom when Y/N is a top? Thank you)

I just adore the thought of the yanderes being bottoms to a possessive y/n

Skipped hikaru cause he has a whole story bout him being a bottom

Didn't add scarlett cause there is no way she is a bottom, the only way she would ever bottom is if maybe she was with a feral reader

This story contains: smut, jealous reader, reader giving off soft yandere vibes

Theodore

Theo was incredibly handsome so it's only natural that someone would wish to flirt with him. He had took you to one of his favorite coffee shop for a relaxing date, all it took was you leaving to the bathroom only to return to have a flock of girls around him. "Oh, well thank you for such kind words but I'm on a date" it seems they weren't getting the hint so you walked over before simply plopping down in theo's lap a sharp glare on your face while the male pushed up his glasses his face red before he placed a hand on your thigh. "Theo, let's go home now."

Your hands gripped the male's hair as he felt like his hips were breaking from you slamming down on his cock over and over and over. "Y-y/n~ y-you're being too rough on me i-i cant-" his shaky words were met with a rough kiss before you pulled back watching his eyes get teary. "Who owns you and this cock?" Your voice was low and filled with a burning rage that you just had to release. With that you continued to ride him in such a way that drove him absolutely insane, you were definitely in control of this situation "y-you do! I-im all yours!"

Axis

"oh so you're blind? Poor baby. Must be hard on you."

Axis nervously stood waiting for you to show up to the movie theater for your date and while waiting some older women decided that he was just too adorable to pass up. The male tried to explain that he was on a date but it seems they weren't getting it "y-you all a-are really k-kind but I'm waiting for my-" his words were cut off when a scent hit his nose and like an excited dog he turned his head towards the smell before feeling a soft hand against his arm. It's you! He knew that smell anywhere! You wrapped your arms around his waist your breathing tickling his neck.

"hey babe, let's go home and watch movies instead okay?"

Axis drooled as he felt you grip his hair yanking his head close to your sex making him pleasure you while you pumped your fingers deeper into his hole. "You're such a sweetie, but you shouldn't be so kind to strangers ax it makes me sad" your pouting tone made the male whine and whimper as he trailed his tongue along your more sensitive of areas

"i-i never wanna make you sad..never! P-please forgive me y/n!"

Salem

Salem had his nature of docile and calm, moments where you two can go on a date on public without making a scene. Though feeling someone rub against him always riled him up so when you excused yourself to the bathroom while you do were eating breakfast at a diner it wasn't long until he had some flirty strangers sit beside him and rub along his thigh trying to take him home.

"you're hair is so pretty, I've never seen a boy with such pretty long hair" their voice was making salem's head spin though he wasn't sure if that was good or bad. His instant thought was downright gruesome they weren't you, so it was okay to eat them..right?

Salem started to drool which they must've taken as intense pleasure cause it wasn't long until he was backed into the corner of the booth trying to hold in his cannibalistic urges while he felt hands trail up his thighs. And soon the feeling was whipped away as you pulled the stranger away before grabbing salem's hand your eyes cold and filled with rage. It was time to go home

"who owns you?! Who owns everything about you?!"

Your voice was drowned out by salem's loud squeals and moans as you thrusted deep into his hole your hands gripping the leash connected to the collar around his neck that choked him. "Y/n! Y/n! Y/n!" His chanted got more and more whinier as you fucked him harder until he was sobbing and shaking under you. Salem was such a good boy

Prince

Prince was a total ladies man or at least he was until he met you, he had to let all his many one night stands know that he was off the market though some just didn't get the memo. "Come now princey, you really gonna say no to me? Don't you remember what we did right here after hours...we were so loud I'm sure the whole area heard it" prince nervously gazed at the female who sat at his bar clearly wanting another ride. His main worry was you coming back thinking he was unfaithful.

"Sorry but I don't put my dick just anywhere anymore"

"but you could, you always hated commitment so why bother now?"

Before prince can utter a word you were hopping over the bar without a single care in the world. "Hey babe, you done working?"

Prince admired your badass nature and simply nodded ready to go, though he missed that deadly glare you shot towards the slut.

"if your groupies can only see you now, whining and whimpering to feel an ounce of pleasure" you spoke lowly as prince bucked his hips up as you stroked his cock and fingered his hole but gave a frustrated huff when you stopped for the third time that moment, just as he was close you would stop and he was going crazy.

"p-please, have mercy"

"I'll think about it."

Yuki

Yuki gave off huge 'dont bother me' vibes but even still with that people would come up to him thinking they have a chance. You two were at the arcade and had split up since he had to use the bathroom, as he started to walk back to where you were he bumped into someone causing him to stumble back lightly. He looked and saw that it wasn't you so he proceeded to keep walking without speaking a word.

"don't leave a guy hanging now hot stuff!" The male stranger followed yuki who now scrolled through his phone ignoring the stranger but soon noticed they blocked his path. With a frustrated sigh he looked up his green eyes clearly bored and uninterested

"you're quite the looker..how about we go out together?"

"no."

They definitely wasn't expecting his dry and short response but when yuki suddenly felt himself being touched he cringed lightly making an expression one can see as cute. Having someone touch his chest that wasn't you gave him bad vibes, he didn't like that. Before he could take action you were at his side hugging against him calming his nerves down

"please don't touch him okay? He has anxiety" your sweet tone did not match your sharp glare or light scowl. With that you dragged yuki along who was more than eager to cling to you.

Yuki panted softly his back arching as you thrusted slowly inside of him making it unbearably slow, he needed more so much more and your teasing was making him crazy. "Come now, you can be louder than that can't you? Tell me what you want yuki"

"y-you, I want you..please y/n"

Rocket

Your beefed up boyfriend always got attention wherever he went, so going to the beach was probably a terrible idea honestly. You two found a perfect spot and once all set up rocket excitedly stripped out of his shirt, you definitely noticed all the stares from both male and females. Of course it wasn't long until a group of girls came up to him blushing and giggling, clearly wanting to ask him out

You sat next to him on the towel while he started to put sunscreen on, your glare was sharp as the girls started to flirt and gawk. "You're really ripped, do you work out or something?" Rocket who was oblivious as always proceeded to entertain them with his innocent answer. "Well we're going to play volleyball, of your sibling doesn't mind you leaving then maybe you can join us?"

SIBLING?! utter rage filled you but you forced a smile now standing up, rocket glanced your way and was about to correct the girls but you simply interrupted him. "Hey babe I think it's gonna start raining soon we should go" you were met by a pouty rocket who really wanted to go swimming but the two of you packed it up and went home.

The water grew cold as you stroked rocket's thick cock while standing behind him trailing kisses along his back feeling him shudder and squirm against your touch. "B-babe, I'm gonna- ngh! So good" his small moans always made you even hornier and it wasn't long until you had him pressed against the shower wall sliding inside of him and feeling his large body shiver at the feeling. Your hands going straight to his chest now groping it and squeezing his nipples

"I'll show you who you belong to"

Yuuta& yuuji

Having two boys meant twice the flirting and twice the annoying sluts bothering them. You three had taken a vacation to disneyworld and when your three weren't in the hotel fucking each other's brains out you were at the amusment park walking around and doing things.

"hey how about we ride that?" Yuuji pointed at a big roller coaster that made both you and yuuta worry about your life. As you three waited in line yuuta felt someone brush their hand against his waist, thinking that it was you he settled down not minding it until he nothing both your hands gripped yuuji's arm.

with wide eyes he turned only to see a random girl touching him but to make matters worse it seems yuuji got targeted as well by a boy, the twins had a look of discomfort. "Sorry me and my brother were wondering if you two would be open to a double date, you two are very cute and-" you cut them off with a loud fake yawn causing both boys to look towards you in worry their attention on you now.

"oh sweetie! Are you tired? We can go back to the hotel if you want?"

"damn y/n if you're sleepy you should have let us know!"

Wasn't long until you held both boys hands the three of you walking back to the hotel while you shot the strangers a hard glare.

"you two really are so cute, no wonder people fall for you." You eyed the two boys who both had their hands tied above their heads, blindfolds on while a line of sex toys sat at the end of the bed. You've been teasing their holes for the last hour and they couldn't take it much longer.

You pumped the toys into each of their holes watching their reactions, yuuji always gave the cutest moans while yuuta whined and let out small cries of bliss.

[dripkingpetey]

love-e.pettersson

ive been working on this for a few days and im kinda proud of it! would love some feedback from you or requests for other story lines, i promise i’ll stop doing the friends to lovers storylines haha. i also accidentally deleted this and i was so sacred i couldnt get it back but here it is! i hope you enjoy.

*lowercase intended!*

2.2k words

he loves you, you know that right?

“why did you drag me here, i really don’t like hockey and you know that.” you said as you sighed to your bestfriend lucie while she pulls you down to your seats in rogers arena. 

“i know you don’t.” lucie said with a bright smile on her face. “but, you’re gonna learn to like it.” you look at her in confusion. “so, this is your way of torturing me as if you don’t already torture me enough by bringing me to parties.” you said while sitting down and looking at the players who are starting to get on the ice. “maybe.” lucie said with a wide grin and a mischievous look on her face before puck drop starts.

you’ve never been big on hockey, which is surprising considering you have lived in vancouver your whole life and your family is super big hockey fans. you also aren't the most extroverted person. sure, you’d go out to bars sometimes but mostly just with your close friends.

“what part of this sport do you even like?” you said as the game is going into the third period the canucks are now up 4-1 against the opposing team which you don’t even really know who they are. “well, if I’m being honest some of them are really hot but mostly cause of the sport.” you scoffed at her response. “none of them are hot from where i can see.” lucie looked at you with a shocked look. “oh you’ll get it once you get to know the players more.” you give her a confused look and put your full attention back to the game.

-

canucks ended up winning the game 5-2, lucie was very happy about it and you could tell cause she wanted to go out for a couple drinks and you didn’t want to say no so you agreed to go.

you had been at the bar for about twenty minutes and lucie was already gone which isn’t surprising, she was probably sleeping with some guy right now.

you started to panic a little when a creepy old dude came up to you and started hitting on you. “hey pretty girl, want to come home with me?” he started putting his hand on your arm which was resting on the table. you look around for lucie in panic but she’s no where to be found. 

you then feel a pair of arms sneak around your waist and you get even more freaked out. 

“hey babe, sorry i was gone for so long.” elias says to you with a smile but then proceeds to give the creepy dude the alien death stare which worked. after the dude leaves elias faces you and starts speaking. “sorry i touched you like that, it looked like you were alone and that guy was creeping you out so i thought you could use some help.” he shoots an apologetic smile at you. 

“its okay,” you give him a smile back. “thank you a lot actually, i have no idea where my friend went.” you take another look around the bar before looking back and him. 

“i’m elias by the way.” he smiles at you while holding his hand out for you to shake it. “y/n.” you say before shaking his hand. 

“so elias, what are you doing in this bar on a thursday night?” you gesture for him to sit down next to you. “if i told you, you wouldn’t believe me.” elias lets out a soft laugh while sitting down across from you. “tell me, i wanna know.” elias sighs lightly before he starts speaking again. “i’m with them,” he gestures over to brock, jake, quinn, thatcher and troy. you look over to see them all waving at you and laughing at elias, you laugh softly and wave back at the before turning your attention back to elias. “ah, so i’m guessing you’re on the canucks?”

elias lets out a nervous laugh. “yeah, why don’t we go somewhere else where the boys aren’t up my ass?” you take another sip out of your drink. “i would love to.” he holds out his hand for you and as you guys walk out you can hear the guys chirping, but when you look over to elias you can see him giving the death stare to the boys and it makes you laugh. “you have a scary death stare jeez.” elias leads you to his car. “that’s surprisingly what the fans love me for.” he smiles at you before opening the car 

door for you.

-

“…and that’s all what led me to being on the canucks.” elias said to you while eating a chip out of the chip bowl you had prepared. it had been a couple hours since you guys left the bar and went back to your apartment, you don’t know why but it felt like you and elias had such a strong bond already that you both felt like you can talk for hours and hours and never get tired of each other, he felt the same way too. “jeez, i kinda sound like a douche. i’ve been talking about myself all night, please tell me more about you.” elias said to you while you laughed at his words. 

“it’s all good, i’ve been the one asking questions anyways.” you smiled while responding to him. “no seriously, tell me something about you before i have to go which i really don’t want to by the way.” 

you look at the time and realize its almost twelve am so you proceed to give him a quick response. “well, i’ve lived in vancouver my whole life. and i’m currently going to ubc as a nursing student.” you smiled at his now very amused face. 

“see, that’s something i wouldn’t have known if you didn’t say it,” he laughs a little before he finishes his sentence. “can i get your number? i have practice early tomorrow morning but i’m free for the rest of the day if you want to hang out.” 

you smile at his words and take his phone from him. “of course you can, i’m free tomorrow too just give me a call.” you said while handing his phone back to him after you’ve entered your number. elias gives you a wide grin and you both get up so you could walk him to the door. “goodnight elias.” you look up at him with a smile as he’s standing in the doorway. “goodnight y/n, sweet dreams.” he said and then started to walk down the hallway towards the elevator. “pettersson!” you called out at him and he turns around confused. “text me when you get home.” he gives you the thumbs up and you close your door and head to bed. 

no ones ever shown this much attention to elias before, at least no one he’s truly cared about. 

he smiled to himself on his drive home cause he was excited to text you again.

*contact name changed to “y/n<3”* 

text message to y/n<3:i just got home, thank you for the awesome night :).

-

it’s been a couple weeks since you and elias had met at the bar, you basically hung out with each other anytime you could. 

you were each others best friends at this point, sure the guys would make fun of elias for being in love with you but you couldn’t see it, elias knows he has some feelings for you but he wasn’t sure about it yet. he also didn’t want to risk the amazing friendship you guys had started.

“hey, are you coming to the game tonight?” elias asked over the phone to you.

you let out a sigh before you start speaking. “i’ll try, schools been really hard lately but i should be able to finish studying tonight.” elias could hear the tiredness in you voice and it hurt him to see you like this. “y/n, its okay. you don’t have to try and make it, focus on school its way important. you have many more games of mine that you can watch.” he left out a soft chuckle at the end of his sentence. 

“i’ll still try though, i’ll give you a text if i can make it.” you said to him as you looked at the last large text book you had to read through and look at the giant pile of coffee cups surrounding your desk. 

“okay, love you, i gotta go.” “love you too e, good luck.” you both quickly exchanged goodbyes as you started reading your last text book. you knew there was no way you were going to be able to make it to his game tonight and you felt really bad, you sighed it off as you put your attention back to studying and occasionally looking at the canucks game that was now playing on your tv.

-

the game had ended, canucks lost by one but petey is a sore loser so obviously he was sad, which made him show up at your apartment, he brought pizza from your favourite place downtown.

you were passed out on the couch though, which resulted in elias having to pull out his spare key and sneaking into your apartment.

“elias?” you mumbled out as you felt him sit next to where you were laying on the couch, he motioned for you to lay you head on his lap and you did.

“hey sleepy girl, i brought our favourite pizza.” he said to you with a smile. no matter how bad of a day elias was having, you could always make him smile.

you positioned your head so you’re now facing up at him and you give him a big smile. “thank you, can we snuggle and watch a movie?” elias starts rubbing your cheek softly. “of course we can y/n.”

the night ended with you and elias falling asleep on the couch together while watching a movie he had picked out, you both forgot about all the stress from today and just enjoyed the moment.

-

“he loves you, you know that right?” brock said to you as he came by and sat next to you.

it was the start of summer, tanev decided to host a little barbecue for the whole team before everyone left vancouver and went back to their home towns for the summer.

you were sitting in the backyard watching elias talk to huggy. “what?” you said to brock with confusion. “no he doesn’t.”

brock scoffed at your response. “dude, you can’t be serious. how do you not see it.”

you thought about what brock said for awhile before you gave him a response. “does he talk about me?” you looked at brock while taking a sip of your drink. 

“does he talk about you? of course he fucking does y/n, all the time. especially when you don’t show up to our games, it’s worse when we’re on the road.” 

you smile to yourself at what brock said.

-

you were quite tipsy by the end of the night and elias didn’t want to let you go home alone, so you spent the night at his place.

“elias?” you said in your sweet drunken tone as you both settled into his bed, and you faced your body in his direction. 

“yes?” he said while playing with your hair softly. 

“brock said something to me earlier,” you said while pulling your body close to his.

 “of course he did,” he said with a sigh. “what’d he say this time?” 

“apparently you talk about me a lot?” you said with a soft laugh and your fingers now tracing up and down his back.

“yeah, yeah i do. i talk shit about you all the time.” he says sarcastically knowing where this conversation was going.

“hey!” you said as you playfully punched him. “i was going to do something but i guess not anymore.” you said with a huff.

he lifts your chin up to face him. before you knew it you guys were kissing each other, it was a soft, long and sweet kiss.

elias pulled away with a big grin on his face and you did too. you talked to each other for the rest of the night, you ended up falling asleep before elias did but he did too shortly after.

you woke up to the smell of elias making waffles, you hugged him from behind and he didn’t even notice you were awake until you did that.

“it smells really good,” you said to elias before kissing his cheek and begging for him to hug you. 

he pulls you into his grip and whispers in your ear. “do you wanna go to sweden with me for the summer?”

you look up at him with slight shock. “yeah, why not.” you said to him with a smile and he gets very excited and spins you around, you kiss for awhile until you smell something burning and you pull away.

“shit.” elias mumbles as he deals with the burnt waffles and you’re both laughing your asses off.

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Can you write a Boemgyu fluff where you're dating him in secret but Yeonjun knows and he keeps subtly teasing you guys about it.

ຶཽଓ✧ 𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐭 𝐮𝐩, 𝐘𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐧! ✧ଓ ຶཽ

Yeonjun should learn how to shut his mouth... :)

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Pairing: Beomgyu x Reader (gender-neutral)

Genre: 4 cups of fluff !!

Warnings: None

(The title- idk what to call it, and then the description... yea im so sorry my jjuniebug, i didn’t know how to say it :D Also, unedited since I have school tomorrow!)

* Ŏ･;ﾞ.:’;* Ŏ･;ﾞ.:’;* Ŏ･;ﾞ.:’;

It was extremely... risky to be inside of Beomgyu’s room without any of the other boys knowing. In the dark room were only you, Beomgyu, and Yeonjun, however it was late and he was probably asleep.

Luckily you were hidden, away from sight but that still didn’t take away any of the dangers that his group members would find out. If they did, that would certainly take away the thrill of a new blossomed relationship. It had only been a month, but your love was as strong as ever, and you couldn’t complain.

To be honest, you never imagined you would be at the dorms at almost 1am in the morning, yet here we are!

He had begged you on the phone to come and cuddle with him until the early morning because he missed you a lot! It had only been a week since he saw you, but he swore he missed you more than anyone he had ever pined for. Saying that he needed to kiss you and wanted your hugs was enough to get you going there, but then he pulled out the puppy dog eyes which you had a love/hate relationship with. Let’s just say that you could only say yes to those puppy dog eyes on the facetime call just fifteen minutes before.

Instantly, you walked over to the dorms since it was a short walk. Your boyfriend said he was going to pick you up, but you knew that it would be even worse because the boys would know once the door slammed open. Although they had already been asleep a long time ago, Yeonjun being the last one to close his eyes. 

Of course he didn’t care about the repercussions which would in worse case scenario be, everyone finding out and the managers forcing the two of you to break up, but you had to look at the bright side! At least you were safe in Beomgyu’s tender arms, giggling about the things that happened this week. 

“So... did you miss me as much as I did?” He peppered soft kisses against your cheeks while you held him even closer to you, scared that his comforting touch would disappear into thin air if you made the wrong mov

“You think I didn’t? I would’ve declined your request since it’s too late know, but I guess that I needed you as much as you needed me.”

A sudden voice came out from the other side of the room and you gasped, pulling the blankets over you in fear that you were caught by someone who didn’t know. 

“Guys, will you be quiet with your lovey dovey stuff? I’m tired, and I don’t need to hear all of that.”

Beomgyu and you just stared at each other before you both simultaneously got up from the bed.

“Don’t look at me as if you’ve just seen a ghost!”

Yeonjun shook off the pillow on his chest, looking proud that he had scared the two of you. It was that cocky grin that you wanted to wipe off since forever, perhaps even the day you met him. Only thing that was holding you back was that he was your best friend, and you owed him a lot for some favors that couldn’t be named. 

“I know about your relationship, we established that fact already. You haven’t let any of the other ones know, right?” The two of you nodded your head, looking at each other with hearts in your eyes. You didn’t want anybody to know until later, maybe when everything cools down for a while.

Yeonjun chuckled, pulling his blanket over his head. “Alright, then. Just be quie-”

The sound of the door creaked open, and you darted under Beomgyu’s back. Who could be up at this hour? You hoped that it wasn’t an emergency or else you would be found out for sure. 

“Hey Beomgyu hyung? Could you open this for me? I don’t think Soobin is awake, and I don’t want to bother him.” You hoped that he was feeling sleepy enough to not realize that you were right beside (under) he was sitting. 

From the corner of your eyes, you could see that Kai was holding those jars of flintstone gummies that you usually eat when you’re younger. You held back the laughter rumbling from your chest at how adorable he was before bunching your body into the covers. It was getting really warm though and a few seconds later, you took a deep breath of fresh air- looking out into the other wall where his roommate lay.

It was dark but you could see that Yeonjun kept sending you weird glances from across the bed which you knew meant that he was teasing you about your secret relationship. You rolled your eyes, peeking out to see him from the sweaty blanket. When Beomgyu turned on the other side to help him open the jar, you gave Yeonjun the dirtiest glare you could muster as a sign to leave the two of you alone. 

He just shrugged, and you felt the urge to let out a scream if not for Beomgyu’s gentle hand searching to find yours. Good thing that he figured out that you were fuming under those damn covers because wow, you would’ve made known your presence. Still, that didn’t stop you from getting mad at yourself.

And you really thought that telling your best friend was the best idea?! You wanted to hit the past you in that moment. 

You thought he wouldn’t do anything else until he started to make kissing noises in front of the younger ones. He was being obnoxious, and you wanted to hit him for being annoying when you were trying not to get caught. 

Making a punch sign, you saw him fall back dramatically and sighed softly. The bed made a creaking noise, causing Kai to turn over to the loud noise while Beomgyu struggled with the jar. That made it even worse! 

Kai glanced over at Yeonjun, the shift in the bed let you know. 

“Oh, hyung? Are you okay?”

He laughed in response, the darkness of the room making it hard to see that he was swatting his hand in amusement. 

“Yeah! I-I’m totally good!” It was getting harder for him to speak since the little fits of laughter came out. Beomgyu squeezed on your hand tighter, trying his best to calm you down.

“Look! I got it! I opened it for you, pipsqueak.” 

You watched Kai’s eyes turned into one of amazement, and he thanked Beomgyu before hopping from his spot on the bed. 

“Thank you so much! I better head to sleep now.” 

Just like that, the footsteps got dimmer and you sat up a little, hoping that he would be gone for good. Yeonjun decided to have a bit more fun teasing the two of you, so he shouted at Kai. “Beomgyu and Y/N-” “Shut up, Yeonjun!”

Finally the door shut close, and you couldn’t hold it back anymore, the frustration in your body knowing no bounds as you yelled at him. 

Crap! You winced at your loud voice. That definitely woke all three of them up now...

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Posted: 9/21/20- 10:55pm

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im going to come thru and request one of your holiday prompts!! please do jumin saying number twelve 💀💀 but like it’s the penthouse

Christmas Lights and Bruises - Jumin Han

This is from my Christmas prompt list , requests are currently open so feel free to request :)

Prompt: “I fell off the roof putting up Christmas lights”

Summary: Jumin really wanted you to have the best Christmas ever. If that meant he got a few bruises along the way... well... that was okay by him

FIRST OF ALL after a Google search: a fall from over 50 ft will almost def kill u and Jumin lives on the eighth floor at least (80 ft up min) so he would die. I’m not trying to kill him SO we’re just gonna say that the penthouse ceilings are high and he had to use a ladder to line the ceiling w lights

ANYWAYS ty for requesting bb I love you and literally everyone has requested seven for these prompts but you ? Just saying this is like everyone else erasure (no h8 to those requested seven tho :))

You were going to go for a nice day out while Jumin finished up some work at the home office. He didn’t have too too much, but he still sent you to the hairdressers because you were in need of a cut, and he wanted to get your nails done too while you were at it. You opted for the cut first.

Christmas was only in a few more weeks; you were so excited! This was your first Christmas with Jumin by your side (more notably as your HUSBAND by your side), so you wanted to make it special. The past few Christmases had been meh for you so you really wanted to make this one fun. You had already ordered his present and it was on its way. Soon you wanted to put the tree up too!

You hadn’t opted to get too too much off for your haircut, a little over an inch (2.5 cm) or so, but you were still excited to have it look all nice and fancy. Plus the hairdresser was always soothing. After she had washed your hair you made you way over to the seat to start the cut.

Not even half your head cut later and you were getting a phone call from one of the building’s security guards. He knew where you were at the moment so you figured it was important. You asked your hairstylist to wait a moment then picked up the call. “This is Mrs. Han.”

“I’m so glad I got a hold of you. Uh, your husband has had a fall...”

“A fall? Is he okay?” Your hairdresser raised her eyebrow.

“He refuses to lay down and rest. I swear I heard something crack so I called the doctor...” he sounded concerned.

“Alright. I’m on my way.” You took off the cape and stood up, hair still wet and half-cut. “I’ve got to go. Can we finish this later?”

With all the money she was getting paid? Of course she wouldn’t say no. She nodded and wished you the best. You flung on your heavy coat and headed out.

“Would you like me to send Driver Kim?” The guard asked.

“That won’t be necessary. I’m only a few blocks away. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

You hightailed it to the penthouse. How did he fall!? He was supposed to be working. Your face was cold; it was below freezing out and your wet hair certainly wasn’t helping. Maybe you should have brought a scarf.

You rushed into the building, heading up to the penthouse floor and to the front door. The security guards were waiting for you. “Mrs Han.” They greeted you, standing at attention.

“Is he okay? Where is he?” You questioned.

“He’s likely at his desk right now, Ma’am. The doctor should be here in about 15 minutes.”

You rushed through the door, not bothering to take off your coat (you were cold enough already granted) and rushed to the office, knocking before opening the door immediately.

Jumin was at his desk, typing away at his computer. He looked up to you and smiled, then winced. “You’re home early.”

“Jumin!” You rushed by his side, kneeling next to him. “Are you okay? You had me worried.”

“Oh,” he waved his hand to disregard what had happened. “You heard about that. I’m fine.”

“You don’t have to be strong around me,” you cupped his cheek in your hands. “Won’t you lay down until the doctor gets here?”

He sighed. “I suppose if you’d like me to.”

You grabbed his arm as he stood up, carefully guiding him to bed. “Would you care to tell me how you fell?”

“Well... I might as well since you’re about to find out anyways. I... fell off the roof putting up Christmas lights.” He sounded dejected. You helped sit him down gently in bed.

“The roof!? Jumin we’re on like the eighth floor!?” You were shouting. You were just so shocked.

“Oh... not the roof. The... ceiling? I tried to line the ceiling with Christmas lights for you in the living room. But... I fell off the ladder.” You pulled the blanket over him.

“Oh Baby,” you stroked some of the hair out of his face. “You didn’t have to put those up. We can pay someone to put those up.”

“But... I know how much you love Christmas and I wanted to make it extra special for you.”

“I know. I bet it looks great,” you kissed his cheek.

“Not really... the lights are hanging around only half lit up.

“Well I’m proud of you anyway. Now where does it hurt?”

He looked kind of uneasy, as though he still didn’t want you to know how much it hurt. He had a tight frown on his face. “My... chest. I don’t know. Right here?” He pointed under his chest. Men were never very good at injuries, huh.

“Your ribs? We’ll have the doctor check them out. You might have a concussion too if you hit your head.” You gently pressed a kiss to his lips. “You’re so sweet. But please, let me help next time. You had me worried sick.” Your eyes were glossy. What a stupid thing to cry over. But you were quite upset. What if he had gotten severely hurt? What if he had actually tried to do this outside?

“Okay. But I’m okay, alright?” He reached forward slightly to unbutton your winter coat, pushing it off your shoulders. “Oh my,” he muttered under his breath.

“Oh my what?” Your voice was just as soft to match his.

“Your hair... has looked better. I thought I had paid to have it done.” His hand reached out to touch your hair, a crunching sound being made as soon as he touched it.

“Oh, it probably froze. I, uh, left as soon as I heard. She only had time to cut half of it. But, I’ll get it done later! So long as you’re okay. You know, I can actually just have them come here so I can stay with you if you-“

“Honey,” he cut you off. You looked back at him. He had a warm smile on his face. “It’s okay. I’m okay.”

“I’ll make you some tea while we wait for the doctor. He should be here any minute though.” You stood from your spot, but Jumin caught your wrist before you could leave.

“Stay here with me. Call the Chef to make tea or something. I just... want you here for now.” His eyes looked sleepy. How could you refuse? You sat down on the side of the bed, shifting so you could stroke his hair. He shut his eyes as you waited.

The doctor said he had bruised a rib. He probably also had a minor concussion and should rest as much as possible and avoid stressful work. He clearly didn’t know Jumin. Still, you’d try your best to keep him resting for the next few days. He lived and worked in such a fast-paced environment that the doctor worried any work could set him off and make his conditions worse.

“Watch Christmas movies with me?” You asked, after the doctor had left. You had put your hair up so that you didn’t have to look at it, half-cut, every time you passed a mirror. If the hairdresser didn’t get here soon you’d cut it yourself. It was that annoying. Still, for the sake of Jumin, you tried to ignore it.

“I haven’t seen very many,” he commented, eyes locked on you as you climbed into bed, pajamas and fuzzy socks on. “Christmas movies.”

“For real!?” You took the remote from the bedside table and climbed under the blankets, scooting closer to your husband. He was on his back, head propped up by pillows. He wanted to switch to his side but you wouldn’t let him. It would hurt!

He pulled you closer by the waist until your head was resting on his shoulder. “For real. I’ve only seen... hm... A Christmas Carol. It’s A Wonderful Life...”

“That’s all!?” You moved yourself off his shoulder to look at him in disbelief.

“And Rudolph.”

“That’s still all!? We have so many to watch.”

“But my work-“

“Nope. I’ll arrange for someone else to do it. We have to watch Elf. And The Santa Clause. And Frosty the Snowman. And The Polar Express! And.. so many more!” You snuggled back next to him, using the remote to pull up the first Christmas movie of the night.

He sighed, rolling his eyes playfully.

“I cannot believe you rolled your eyes!” You teased. “What have you done for 27 years without me!? Without these movies!?” He flinched. “Oh! I’m sorry,” you pushed away from him slightly. “I hadn’t realized I was hurting you.”

“No, come back.” He was POUTING. Pouting. You had never seen him pout like that. You didn’t move though. “I don’t mind it.”

You huffed at him.

“Okay.” He scooted closer to you. “If you get on the other side we can cuddle and it won’t hurt. Because it’s my good side. How about that?”

You climbed over him, sitting on his other side, resting your head on his shoulder. “Better?”

“Better,” he sighed. He grabbed your hand in his. “Now start the movie. It seems I have a lot to catch up on!”

With all the movies and excitement and you, how could he possibly go back to work?

Bye writing for Jumin is my element I was so happy writing this. Ik I write for him a lot and if I write for any character too much it’s like blah. But he rlly is my favorite character :) I love him

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

TEQUILA AND DAIKIRI

Johnny “Coco” Cruz x Reader

Anon asked: can you do an imagine with coco in where you two are best friends and one night you got drunk and go to his house and kiss him and you tell that you love him and he is like in shock and you thing he doesn’t love you back so you run away and you start ignoring him preventing from realreal heartbreak

Word Count: 1.3k

Thanks to my lovely beta reader @chibsytelford 💘

Author comments: I hope you all enjoy. Gif credits to: @angels-reyes

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“Are you sure...?” Ez asks again whilst you're taking off the helmet with some difficulties, because you drunk too much. More than usual.

You nod very convinced, while he turns his gaze from the building where Coco lives, to you. He shrugs his shoulders, taking the helmet to hang it in the handlebar. Ez turns off the motorbike when you're inside the hall, going upstairs to the flat you know by heart. The mexican and you met like ten years ago, being in inseparable since then but some months ago you started to feel something else, something bigger, for him. You think it's happened in a Mayan party, when you found yourself laying on his lap with both arms around his neck and his wrapping your body, with some fingers traveling over a side of your left thigh so kindly that melted you, your beliefs and your whole soul.

Your knuckles hit the main door, more loudly than you could think being partially deaf because of the music that was playing in the pub. You wait for some seconds till you see some light under the door. Coco opens it, rubbing his eyes kinda sleepy without wearing a shirt. You gawk at the tattoos on his chest, until he slaps your forehead with his fingers.

“Yo! Mami, it's five am, 'foc' is wro—”.

Before you let him to finish the sentence, your lips collides with his placing both arms on his neck. The kiss it's weird and a little uncomfortable, but he tastes like tequila and that's really good. Pulling him away looking at his face you know it wasn't a good idea. He's bewildered staring at you with pursed lips as you kiss them. Raising your right forefinger, trying to say something, you decide to turn over your sneakers to run away downstairs even if he's calling you, telling you to wait for him. You don't look back, down the avenue, while your legs are burning because of the fast steps going to your house.

┅┅ ┅ ┅ ┅┅

You growl squeezing in pain with the sheets tangled in your almost naked body. The sun is on, illuminating your room in a unpleasant way. Hiding your head with the pillow, you snort heavy because of the headache hitting you thanks to the hangover. You know that what happened last night it wasn't a dream, nor a nightmare. Anyway, you confirm that fact when, after palming the bed, you find your phone. There are thirty-six missed calls and seventeen text from Coco. Turning off the wifi to avoid the double blue check, so he can't know you read them, you open the conversation.

(05:03) 💬: (Y/N) ????

(05:06) 💬: where r u ????

(05:06) 💬: pick up ma calls!

(05:11) 💬: you ok ???

(05:15) 💬: d fuc u did ???

(05:16) 💬: r u drunk mami ??

(05:19) 💬: why u kiss meee

(05:31) 💬: where r u ????????

(05:33) 💬: why don u answer

(05:33) 💬: am callin 911

(05:47) 💬: shit

(05:47) 💬: d fuc is wron wth u ??

(06:08) 💬: (Y/N) hello ?????????

(06:15) 💬: r u dead ????

(06:36) 💬: did u fockin mix tequila nd daikiri again ????

(09:43) 💬: yo u r worren me

(09:43) 💬: im comen 2 ur house u little fockin craze bech

The last message makes jump the pillow over your head to the floor. The door is almost closed and you can hear the tv on with some action movie on it. You sob because of the pain lashing your head and the shame is consuming you. Getting out of the bed, praying it's Angel who is there, you grab a shirt wearing it, sticking your head out the frame. You sob again when you find Coco staring at you, closing the door as if he didn't see you. Dragging your back down through it, you sit on the floor with your knees against your chest being surrounded by your arms.

The man pushes the door a little, but you close it again. Hearing him sighing, you shake your head.

“We have to talk”.

“Get outta' ma' house, Coco”. You blub without tears filling your eyes, just making the sound.

“That's all? You come to mine, kiss me and you're not gonna say anythen'?”

No words. You can't answer him. You're regretting what you did 'cause you thought he could feel something too. But, by the way he didn't move, nor kissed you back. The next thing you can hear is the main door being closed loud with a dry hit. You're fucked. You fucked up ten years of relationship in three seconds.

━━━━━━ ﹅ ━━━━━━

Two days passed since he left your house and you wrote Taza to ask him to change your turn at the car scrapping, so you don't have to work with Coco. And even you think that the talk it's something that will not happen, you're very, very, very wrong.

After finish your turn, when the moon is almost on top of the sky, you go out of the office downstairs seeing the mexican sitting on your bike and smoking a cigar with a no-friends-face. He's kinda angry, upset and tired of being running behind you the last days, till he finally get the perfect opportunity. You're wearing your helmet, giving him the silent treatment and checking your pocket looking for your keys.

“I got them”. He says raising his free hand, with them on his palm. “And 'am not gonna give you, if you don' talk to me”.

“There's a beautiful night with a lot of stars”. You play fool, actually talking to him as he wants.

“Why you kissed me, ah?”

“I was drunk”.

“Yea', but I know you drunk and you didn' try before”.

“For god's sake, Coco, forget it. It was just a fuckin' kiss”.

“No, it wasn't”. He says shaking his head and having a smoke. “You told me you love me”.

“I didn'”.

“Yea', when I was helping you to get outta your dress”.

You frown, gasping and trying to say something else. But you're getting so nervous that you can fall down unconscious.

“'Course I love you, you're ma' best friend, idiot”.

“Not in tha' way, shithead”.

“Wha' you wanna hear, uh?” You ask crossing your arms and curling a leg. “Yea', 'am fuckin' in love with you, but who cares? You're not. Easy. I get it. Get outta 'fuck of my bike. I'm tired and I wanna go home to keep rolling in my misery”. Taking away your keys and pushing him, you sit on.

“Who the fuc' said I'm not? 'Cause I didn'”.

Turning your head at him in slow motion, you wrinkle your nose, shaking your head for a second as if you didn't hear what you actually heard.

“'Don' know. Maybe your rude texts? The fuck you did? The fuck is wrong with you? Why you kiss me?”

“I though' you lost a bet with the fuckin' boy scout”.

“What da'... Why I... Are you fuckin' stupid?”

“No, you are! You're the one who's giving me the back!”

You sigh taking off the helmet to put it in the handle bar, as you do with your leather gloves. You're gaze is down, staring at the keys in the lock, unable to look at him. You didn't act as you should and now you don't know what is worse.

“I'm sorre'”. You mutter looking him sideways.

“Yea', you better did, bech'. 'Cause I didn' fuc' anyone for one year waitin' you and you kissed me in a weak moment”.

“Jesus Christ, Johnny!” You start to laugh loudly with your hands on your lap, licking your lips. “Sweet Jesus Christ... You're a fuckin' moron, I swear to god”.

“Move your fuckin' pretty ass to ma' house, mami. Dare to do agai' what you did last night”.

“I accept that bet, Coconut”.

[mrsbhandari]

wish you were sober

a/n: hey its a random ajay fic no one asked for fjkdlkjf;lskdj;f ANYWAYS im still working on that athlete au cuz its a BITCH but thats fine. i hope you like this one, it turned out way longer than i wanted it to oop--

words: 4k

warnings: underage drinking, swearing, light sexual harassment (brian crandall aka asshole of the year), like kinda suggestive if you squint

summary: ajay getting roped into the bullshit(tm)

tagging: @rulesofthebeneath, @theeccentricbibliophile

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It was near midnight when she called, voice loud over the speaker of his phone and face lighting up the screen. He blinked blearily, unsure of what was really happening and what he should specifically do about this girl who called him and expected him to...what? Drop everything for her? Race over to Brian’s house and bring her home? 

I hate my fucking life, he thought as he pulled on some jeans and grabbed his keys. She looked crazy over the phone, speech slurring and loud laughs directed at something off screen that he wasn’t sure he really wanted to see. She yelled that he needed to get over there and hung the phone up abruptly, not allowing him to get any words in before she left, making his heart beat at the possibilities of what might happen if he didn’t pick her up. 

When he pulled up to the large mansion overrun with rowdy high schoolers, he couldn’t hold in his sigh. He was really traipsing into the lion’s den, looking for a fellow mouse that liked to wear a predator’s pelt, ignoring the looks of hunger pointed his way by the big dogs of both Hearst and Berry. He figured Skye would be upstairs in her room or sleeping over at someone else’s house, so being saved by her was out. Erin was on a trip with her family and Rory was practicing lines at their house, so he was sure that if Ajay was going to get Bailey, it was going to be by himself. 

He didn’t even know why she was here, and why the hell is he supposed to come get her? She probably tagged along with Casey, so why shouldn’t her own brother get control of her? She doesn’t even like me, he thought, grimacing and ignoring the odd stares at his behavior. He seemed to be doing well at hiding his crush on her in favor of the play, but no one told him how hard it was going to be with her! She smiled so easily, and he was just supposed to act like it didn’t make his hands shake and his heart beat faster and his mind race with thoughts of her lips on his and and and…

I hate my fucking life, he repeated to himself, making his way out to the backyard and the pool, keeping his head down to avoid any unwanted contact with people who could most definitely snap his spine in half if they wanted to. His eyes ran over the different sections of the backyard, focusing on the beer pong table that a certain blonde ponytail was near, making his heart skip a beat. He walked over, silently waiting for her to finish her turn and standing awkwardly until she did. What’s the etiquette for this kind of thing? He didn’t have to worry about it long because she sunk her shot and raised her arms up in a high V, shouting and laughing her elation at almost winning the entire game. He let out a small oomph! when she turned to him and wrapped long arms around his neck, seemingly noticing him for the first time. 

“Oh! Ajay!” Her breath stank of cheap beer, but she was so close to him and her body was so warm that he couldn’t find it within himself to care. “I’m winning!” She drew out the word, yet he hung onto every syllable like it was his lifeline, finding it to be the only thing keeping him from pressing his lips to hers, party be damned. A curse from her beer pong opponent brought him back to reality, making him pull back from her but keep a hand on his waist to ensure she didn’t fall drunkenly. 

“I’m here to take you home, Bailey. You called me?” He had to contain himself when she pouted, finding it to be the cutest expression ever, but she quickly turned away and slammed back the shots in the cups on the table. “Bailey, what the fu--” he began, but she let out a loud, giddy laugh. 

“I haven’t even gone for a swim yet?” She took a few uncertain steps, stripping her shirt off and then shimmying her skirt to the grass. Ajay shot glares at a few Hearst football players who whistled and catcalled her before following her protectively, hiding her body from the group of boys. “Ajay, join me!” She was painfully drunk, stumbling and moving far too loosely to be considered sober or dignified. 

“No, we can swim when you aren’t wasted, c’mon…” Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a few girls filming them, so he turned his body towards their camera to hide her again. She had been dressed for it, a cute black bikini accentuating her curves, but there was something inherently sweet yet dirty about how exposed she was. He knew it would sound selfish if he ever said it out loud, but it didn’t sit right with him, the fact that she wasn’t only doing this for him. She was drunk, and she barely even noticed him there, and even if she wasn’t drunk, she would never look at him the way he wanted her to. “Bailey, seriously, let me take you home.” 

“I’ve got laps first!” She walked over to the diving board and carefully stepped onto it, almost losing her balance at its wobble. 

“Hey, this chick is gonna jump drunk!” Brian yelled, laughing cruelly at the crowd of other high schoolers who meandered over to the side of the pool to watch. Ajay wanted to yell at how they should be focused on helping her instead of going viral, but he knew it would fall on deaf ears, the predators too preoccupied with the smell of fresh blood. He turned his attention back to Bailey, who was posing for a dive, which she didn’t quite follow through on as she made her leap from the board. Before he could catch her, she was in the water with a splash, providing lovely entertainment for the top of the food chain guffawing at her jump. 

“Bailey!” he yelled, leaning forward as much as he could without falling in after her. She rose to the surface, but was struggling, splashing the water and taking gulping breaths that never seemed to be enough as she kept slipping under. Shit shit shit! He thought, quickly ripping off his shirt and jacket and dropping his pants, disregarding the suggestive sounds falling out of his classmates’ mouths. Right now, he needed to help Bailey; he would deal with his pending payout from the possibility of a Buzzfeed article later. He threw his glasses on the small pile of his clothes as he jumped.

The sudden feeling of the water enveloping him was a shock, but he ran entirely on adrenaline to get over it quickly and swim over to Bailey, wrapping an arm around her waist and hugging her close in the water. She was still struggling against him, unable to stop the panic that was taking over her heart, but he found the edge of the pool and the ladder next to the diving board, quickly pushing her to sit on one of the metal steps. When her fingers wrapped around the rail, she calmed down quicker than expected, allowing him a moment of relief to catch his breath. 

“Aw, damn, I was hoping I would have to administer some CPR!” Brian whistled, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively at the pair in the pool. Suddenly, Ajay was hit with the realization that he was here...with Bailey...at a party...with a shit ton of high schoolers...in his underwear...sopping wet. 

I hate my fucking life. No matter how many times it ran through his head, a gorgeous face would pop up in his mind shortly after, making his features soften and his breathing slow. With a jolt, he felt her moving in front of him and opened his eyes just in time to watch her ass pass directly in front of his face, making him blush and look away. He climbed out after her, the reality of just what he did hitting him as he looked around at the other teenagers, all staring at him and Bailey like they were the only food available for miles. He found a towel on a table and handed it to her, but she offered it back to him with a flirty smile. 

“I think you need this more than me,” she whispered, eyes glancing downward for a split second before meeting his once more. He let out a cough and wrapped the towel around his waist, secretly happy he wore black, not-embarrassing boxers today. Collecting his pile of clothes from the side of the pool, he sneers at Brian when the boy stopped in front of them. 

“You think you can just make a mess at my party and leave without paying an exit fee?” He turned to Bailey, a sickly smile showing too many teeth and only making Ajay hurry to reach for his jacket and wrap it around her shoulders. “A kiss from the party girl?” 

“I think the fuck not,” Ajay said, tone low and threatening as he zipped up the thin layer over Bailey’s half-naked body. His arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her close to him and willing her to stop shaking at his side. She was suspiciously quiet, but he didn’t have time to worry about her; he needed to get her out of this party. 

“Oh, c’mon--”

“You lay a hand on her and I report you for sexual harassment, which will go down even worse when the cops look at the evidence of underage drinking. I’ll say it one time, and one time only: Fuck. Off.” He hid his satisfaction at the way Brian gaped at him and stepped out of the way. They silently walked off, Ajay’s hands full with his clothes in one hand and a drunk girl that he was secretly pining after in the other. He looked down at her briefly, eyeing her through her thick lashes that nearly closed over a sleepy gaze. Before he stepped back into the house, he looked over his shoulder to see Brian glaring after them. “Take that ‘exit fee’ and shove it up your ass!” With a resolute nod, he made his way through the house and to his car, surrounded by teenagers that he shooed away. 

“‘Jay…” she drawled, the first word she said in the past 5 minutes making him flush. “Where are we going?”

“Well, my house is closer, so I’ll text your brother and call your mom to say you’re staying over at my place.”

“Hm…” was all she hummed, allowing herself to be strapped in by him. He stayed outside the driver’s side to pull his pants on, but stopped with his shirt in his hands when she reached over and rolled the window down. “Leave it off!” She sounded like a child and he wanted to laugh, so bad, to just laugh with her and not worry about what the hell this party was and what the hell was going to happen in the morning and what the hell he was going to do when she was spending the night in his bed. 

But he couldn’t. 

“Sorry, Bailey,” he said, slipping the shirt down and smiling at her pained whines. 

“Such a Debby Downer,” she slurred. She looked back out of her window, pouting and ignoring him when he offered his phone, opened to Spotify for her. 

“I’ll make it up to you. Pick some music.” That seemed to distract her enough for him to get going, flinching at the volume she played WAP at and screamed the lyrics to. There was something intimate about this as well, and he couldn’t shake the feeling of how sweet it felt, wafting over his senses like being down the street from the bakery. You knew that the closer you got, the stronger the smell, and the more at home you felt amidst the warm pastries that lined the window. The closer he drove to his house, the more inevitable being close to her was, and he couldn’t get it out of his head as he switched his attention from the road to her hand movements as she rapped the lewd lyrics, fueled entirely by the alcohol. 

She whined more when he turned down the volume as he turned into his neighborhood, but he managed to convince her to be quiet with a single finger to his lips, something she seemed to focus on for far too long to even be attributed to the alcohol. She luckily kept this behavior up when he ushered her inside and to his room as quickly as possible while still keeping her from falling into several of Mohit’s loud toys and the large furniture that seemed to be ten times as dangerous at night. 

“I felt like I was on Wipeout,” Bailey gasped when he closed the door, voice entirely too loud for the quiet stillness of the room. He was about to scold her, but then she collapsed on the bed, making it creak and add to the genuine noise she brought everywhere she went. His heart decided that he liked the noises that were associated with her before his mind ever caught up, something that was happening a lot more nowadays when he saw her walk into the auditorium, ponytail swinging and smile wide. 

“Uh, here,” he said, offering a large t-shirt and some old pajama pants that were too small for him to her before turning around and covering his eyes. He heard the unzipping of his jacket and the ruffling of clothes, keeping his eyes shut under his hands as he waited for her with bated breath. He hated how his mind wandered to her even when he didn’t want it to, his eyelids seemingly tattooed with her bright eyes and curious gaze, always finding his glances with pinpoint accuracy that left him stuttering and looking away. She was here, in his room, drunk. Just a few feet away and he could reach out his hands to touch her, feel her skin under his palm, run the pads of fingers over her collarbone, the scar on her shoulder, the freckles on her cheek. His touch could linger for as long as he wanted it to, because she’d be looking forward to it as much as he was, and she would pull his face down for a kiss that knocked the breath out of his lungs. 

“You can look now,” was what a tentative voice behind him said, jolting him out of his fantasy and making him turn around. No matter how much mental preparation he could put his mind through, he never could fully be ready for the sight of the sight of his large shirt slipping off her shoulder, revealing the collarbone he had just been thinking about a few seconds before. She sat cross legged on the sheets, making her seem smaller than she really was. 

“You must be tired.”

“I’m not.”

“You looked ready to pass out at Brian’s, don’t bullshit.” He sounded unnecessarily harsh which made him feel even worse than he already did for her as she cast a glance down at her hands. He sighed. “Sorry, I was just worried.”

“About me?” 

“Well, you almost drowned, so yeah. I was worried.” Her gaze was still on her hands and she hummed, too full of thoughts for someone who probably couldn’t keep them straight. 

“Was that the only reason?”

“You talk too much. Aren’t you supposed to be passed out by now? I’ve never dealt with a drunk person before.” He saw her cheeks grow bigger and figured she was smiling; it made him smile, too, an indicator that he was too far gone to ever deny feelings for her that flitted around his mind like cobwebs. He shook them away to force himself to listen to her speak once more.

“I just…” She trailed off but stopped herself from releasing anything else, lips tight and silence awkward. 

“It’s fine.” His voice was too hurried, he sounded too panicked, and he cringed to himself when he got the simple words out. Damage control. “You don’t have to say anything you don’t want to.” She just hummed again, and he hated the way he analyzed it, searching for the hidden meaning as if the vibrations would unlock some new achievement, leaving a letter in his pocket that would lay out all the things felt between the two. The more he thought about it though, the more he realized he would be afraid to read it. “You take the bed.”

“What? Why?” Her voice raised unexpectedly, enough so that even she seemed surprised by the sudden raise in volume that was met with another finger to his lips. 

“It’s polite, I’m not making you sleep on the floor drunk.”

“Just sleep with me.” The alcohol was clouding her mind, letting more pass through her filter without a second thought. 

“I can’t do--”

“Why not?”

The challenging tone made him pause, unsure if she really meant anything by the insistent way she clenched her fists and stared up at him, nose scrunched in an adorable pout that made his heart melt. He could feel his resolve crumbling, which is surprising since he was always seen as one of the most stubborn students in the theatre department. Someone shouldn’t be able to wear him down this much unless they were holding a gun to his head. 

Or maybe they were just looking at him with such a determination in their eyes that it made him stop and consider the options for once. 

“If I do this, you’ll sleep?” 

“Yes,” she sighed more than spoke, scooting backwards on the bed and edging over to leave room for him. He wondered if she could already hear the beating of his heart, loudly rushing into his ears as he tried to calmly walk over to the side of the bed. It all felt domestic, like they were husband and wife, but he felt too loud to be considered casual. His feet pounded the wood below him and his large hands scraped against the sheets. He left a layer under him so as to separate him from Bailey, but it proved unsuccessful as she just climbed (stumbled) back out and then got back in on top of the same layer, getting rid of his barrier and only making him sweatier. He was still in jeans, they noticed at the same time, and she looked up at him expectantly. 

“You can change your pants you know.” She raised an arm to her eyes, closing and covering them. “I won’t look.” 

You can if you want to. 

The sentence was on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn’t find it within himself to say it, opting instead to just silently get up and change, slipping his legs into pants that he only realized matched hers when he climbed back beside her. When he settled with his back against the headboard, he nearly yelped when her hand found his thigh, running her fingers over the soft material. 

“We match.”

“Yeah. Unintentionally, I swear.” He stiffened when she nudged closer to him and rested her head on his shoulder. 

“I don’t mind. I think it’s cute.” 

He never expected that “Bailey Called Something I Did Cute” to be written on his tombstone, but here he was: murdered by the shape of her mouth forming a word like that in reference to him. 

“Can I kiss you?” The question was unhurried and whispered in his ear, but it hit him like a bolt of lightning, sending tingles over his entire body as he flinched away from her. 

“What?” Half of his body was off the bed as she leaned closer to him, cupping his right cheek in one hand. She still smelled like shitty beer and chlorine, a combination that should’ve made him gag, but she managed to make seem like the highest priced perfume. It made him want to lean in right back, slot his lips against her plush ones and just accept that it happened, but he also knew that going back on his word to the rest of the theatre department was an awfully shitty move. 

“I want to kiss you.”

“You’re drunk.”

“What’s the saying? ‘Drunk words are sober thoughts’?”

“You want to kiss me when you’re sober, too?”

“All the time.” His breath hitched; Wasn’t expecting that development. “I wish I didn’t have to kiss Rory in the play. I think they like me and I don’t want to lead them on, but it’s so hard when the kiss is so anticipated. It’s especially hard when I have a crush on my director. ” 

Ah, the kiss, Ajay remembered, slightly ashamed at all the times they’d rehearsed the scene but he would always call for them to stop just before the climax of it. He knew it was kind of pervy, but he really only wanted to watch his crush kiss someone else the minimum amount of times he was required to: the four times they were performing the show, nothing less and absolutely nothing more.

“I don’t know what you want me to say.”

“Say you’ll kiss me.” 

“What about the play?”

“It’s your rule. You can decide if you want to break it with me.” She didn’t know he had already decided months ago when he saw her at auditions that if the opportunity ever made itself known, he would break a thousand rules just to feel her skin against his one time. And now he seemed to be giving in, leaning in closer and closer until her breath was hot against his, shared between the two like a secret. 

“I’ll kiss you,” he decided, finally closing the gap between them and kissing her. His lungs and chest felt tight, but any concerns about the play, the party, or the bitter taste of beer on his tongue melted away as she kissed him back fervently. He figured he should be impressed with how good she still was at kissing despite being wasted, but his thoughts were cut off as she pulled back. He was suddenly self-conscious, concerned about how good he was and the line of spit that still connected them. “What--”

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” she breathed, chest heaving with the excitement and the alcohol still in her system. “I’ve wanted you for so long, Ajay.” 

Ajay loved music, but he decided that if he had to give up every single record he owned just to hear his name fall out of her mouth again, he would hand them over in a heartbeat. Despite the way his heart was beating out of his chest, he forced himself to sound casual as he looked down at her. “Oh, yeah?” 

“Yes, you dork.” A drunken smile that stopped his heart and made his mind click trying to story it in his memory slipped onto her face, and she dropped her head back on his shoulder. “A long time,” she repeated softly, and before he could respond, she was asleep. 

He gently lifted her up and laid her down flat on the bed, making sure to keep close to her and her warmth. Just before he turned the light out, he pressed a kiss to her head, savoring the picture of her sleeping so soundly next to him, clutching his arm and one leg thrown over his waist. 

“Me too, Bailey.”