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geltears · 8 months

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3's a crowd

(dad) Nanami Kento x Reader

Nanami works hard to give his daughter another sibling cw: shameless smut, dad!Nanami, fem!reader, unprotected sex, cunnilingus, breeding, fingering, spit kink, pure filth, dirty-talk -> prequel of heart throb

Nanami's heart pounds in his chest as he walks back to your shared bedroom. Your daughter's words have left his mind reeling, heart thrashing like a bird in a cage as her words replay on a loop.

"All my friends have siblings, I wanna be a big sister too."

Namiko was young, clueless and entirely oblivious to the true extent of what she had just asked of him. She was a cute baby,— she is an adorable child—and he honestly wouldn't mind another. He doesn't realise where his feet have taken him until he bounces his toe on the foot of your bed, groaning in pain soon after.

When you look up from your book, your eyebrows are scrunched in worry as you reach for your husband's arm. Like a pre-mature teenage boy, his cock twitches in his pants at the mere feel of your skin on his.

"Nami? Everything alright?"

"Mhm," he hums, "There's just something we need to talk about."

Nanami's breath becomes more rapid as he moves closer to you on the bed and his tongue seems to have a mind of it's own, desperate to speak to you, "Namiko wants a sibling."

His words are punctuated by the rough pads of his fingers rubbing loving circles into your clit through your thin panties as he tries to get you in the mood and it suddenly becomes all too clear what his intentions are--

He plans to give her the sibling she so desperately wants.

Your husband is large as he crawls on top of you, his big burly shoulders easily overshadow your frame and it makes your pussy twitch in anticipation. Your heart is thumping savagely in your chest with the rapid rise and fall of your tits— if Nanami was a bit sicker he would've slipped them into his big palms: one tit per hand and he would fondle and tease your sensitive nipples until you were leaking through your panties against his knee.

But Nanami is impatient, eager to bury every inch of his throbbing cock in your tight heat and ruin you until he was sure there was another little blonde baby in your belly.

He leans down to capture your lips in a sloppy and mushy kiss, "Hmm. Another baby wouldn't be so bad, right?" he breathes against your lips.

You've been married for years but you feel filthy with the way he's speaking to you, string of spit still connecting your lips and glistening in your dimly lit room.

"We make cute babies," you agree, in the way that a woman does when her husband plucks the stars out of the sky for her, "Make me a mommy again, Ken."

He shivers at your tone, feeling very much like a virgin again- Had his wife always been this coy? Or were the hearts in your eyes just extra big tonight?

You whimper at the feel of his ring and middle fingers easing into you, cold metal of his wedding ring pressing snuggly against your pussy. Nanami bends down to get an eye-level view of your pussy, hot breath fanning against your slick folds as he regards, "I love you and your sloppy cunt."

He keeps his fingers nestled against that squishy spot that makes your toes curl and digs them in to rub deliciously at your sweet spot and spits a fat glob of spit onto your clit.

"Hngg right there Ken."

And then he's sucking your throbbing clit into his mouth, tongue swirling as he steadily thrusts his fingers in and out of you until your thighs are shaking around his head. He eats your pussy through your orgasm, loving gaze drinking in your blissful expression as his tongue teases your hole to taste your cum.

"Nami kiss me," you're practically begging, flimsy arms outstretched to take him into your embrace.

You suck his tongue into your mouth, tasting yourself on his tongue in a way so lewd that both your faces flush bright red. His gaze is filled with nothing but love and lust— you think you could get pregnant just from the way he's ogling you.

"Nami- Nami put it in," you gasp, small hands fumbling with his belt as you try to get to his cock, "Please, Ken."

Nanami swats your hand away sternly.

"Lie back," he says and you obey gingerly. "Now show me your cunt."

When he thinks you're taking too long, he reaches down himself and spreads your legs to reveal your glistening cunt to the cold air. Your hole twitches under his stare, clenching around nothing as you desperately wait for him to fuck you.

Nanami is in love with you, he has been since senior year and he'll stay in love with you even after you're both dead. He'd do anything for you so he's determine to give you another baby.

It'll have your eyes— just like your little girl— he thinks and presses the leaking tip of his cock into you. "Oh god- Kento, you're so fucking big," you squeal, "I can't take it- Nonono."

He shushes you softly with a kiss, one that instantly makes you loosen up a bit and lets him push another inch into you. "I know," he whispers against your skin, "How're you gonna give me a baby if you won't even let me in?"

Desperate to please your husband, you cunt seems to welcome him gracefully, making wet sounds as he bottoms out. His moan as his balls press against your ass is sinful, making you groan all the same.

You squeeze your eyes shut, heat pooling in your belly as he twitches inside you. He's so big and thick and you love him and his fat cock. When you start to hump yourself against his cock, he squeezes your hip roughly and draws his hips back until just the tip is still nestled inside your cunt.

Your slick bubbles out of your hole around his tip and squelches when his hips slam back into you. "Pussy's fucking soaked- she's begging me for a baby." You whine in response, pretty manicured nails raking down his back in an attempt to keep him deep inside of you.

The tip of his cock bumps deliciously against your cervix and tears dribble from the corners of your eyes. He feels so fucking good- this is what it's like to have sex to make a baby. A baby born of love.

"Yesyesyes, cum in me Nami," you babble, mind lost with pleasure, "Gimme your cum- put a baby in me."

His pace is rabid now, hips shaking like a dog as he fucks into you wildly. His balls smack against your ass and your pussy squeezes him like a vice, working to milk him for all he's worth— for your precious baby. And he'll give it to you- he'll fill you up and keep your pussy stuffed of him until you're both satisfied.

"Tell me you want my baby- tell me you want me," he rasps. His hand snakes between your sweaty bodies to fiddle with your clit. He flicks it softly and rolls your wet nub between his fingers, pushing you closer to the edge.

"C'mon say it and I'll make you cum all over my cock."

"I want your baby, Nami! I only want you," your words slur as he cuts you off with a sweet kiss.

He meshes his tongue with yours and fucks your throat with his tongue as his cock plunges roughly into you. He makes you pussy sore and your heart ache as your entire body shakes and convulses in a series of bursts. And your pussy becomes so impossibly tight that he's got no choice but to slot his hips against yours and buck strangely into you as he cums.

He cums in hot, thick spurts and he makes sure to press his tip right up against the depths of your cunt so it all rests nicely in your belly.

Ao3

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gard3nias · 1 month

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10| Who we are, what we do

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date: 10/08/2024

quick summary: saturday; love for routines; shopping; hanging out with cleo; lunch with the two families; video call between the five friends

mdi // masterlist // playlist

—Now playing: Promises by Jhené Aiko, Namiko, Miyagi ✫

As already stated, in the city, Daphne used to have many friends, people she talked to and kept a polite relationship with but, like Aristotle said, a friend to all is a friend to none.

In Daphne’s case, this was valid the other way around. All the thousand apparent friends she had weren’t her real friends but just a result of pretty privilege which rather received a lot of envy and jealousy or lots of compliments and favouritism. All her classmates were on good terms with her and most of them believed to be her close friends but to Daphne, only Margot fell under that category—or so she thought.

“You still haven’t heard from her? All this time and she still hasn’t replied?” Dayanne’s voice echoed through the tiled walls of Daphne’s bathroom. After spitting the toothpaste into the sink, the youngest looked at her phone and replied with a nod and a shrug when Dayanne’s face expressed confusion.

“Y’all were freaking glued at the hip in the city. What happened?” she verbalised her perplexity, wanting her sister to give her a verbal response as well.

Saying that they were glued at the hip was a fucking understatement. The way their friendship appeared to both outsiders and Daphne herself made her believe that she’d been the lucky girl to have found herself a real friend.

“I really don’t know. Maybe our type of friendship isn’t the one you can keep from a long distance,” Daphne messily answered with her toothbrush in her mouth. “Honestly, I’m not even surprised. We barely texted even when we were both in the city,”

“So, you’re trying to tell me that Margot never once texted someone in her life? Texting isn’t that hard, DD”

Saturdays and Sundays were the only days when the two sisters could talk and spend some time together virtually because during the weekdays they’re both busy with school and due to the time zones, whenever Daphne was available in the morning, her sister was already heading to her first class of the day. Now, while Daphne was brushing her teeth, Dayanne was already heading out shopping.

Daphne would do the same later.

“If she really cared, the distance wouldn’t matter and you know that.” Daphne didn’t reply to the words but let the sounds around her fill the silence, from the water rushing out of the faucet and into the sink to the muffled sound of Dayanne’s car as she drove.

Dayanne was telling the truth like she always did, and Daphne knew this.

Ever since childhood, the youngest had issues with making friends or, better, finding the right person to be friends with. Once she hit 10th grade, she was convinced she had finally found that person in Margot because they immediately clicked and remained so until she had to move out. Daphne would be lying if she claimed that their friendship wasn’t the major reason she didn’t want to move out. What filled her guts was fear. She was scared of losing the only real friend she’d ever had. Everyone believed that except for Dayanne.

Dayanne always felt that her sister’s friendship with Margot wasn’t what Daphne really wanted. She’d seen how dedicated she could get when preparing Margot a gift. She’d seen how much she cared. Daphne was so convinced to have finally found a friend, someone of her age who understood her.

For Margot though, things weren’t the same. She paid Daphne’s 100% effort with barely 50% of hers and Dayanne could see it—their parents couldn't because no one knew Daphne better than her.

Dayanne was just two years old when Daphne was welcomed into the family. Her sister’s birthday marks the day she found her real lifelong friend.

Nothing was better than running to hug her when the day was over in 1st grade or whenever she followed her mom to pick her up at the kindergarten.

In their case, they both gave each other their 100%.

Whenever Dayanne wasn’t around, the little one was moody, sad and very reserved but when she was, she’d start smiling and acting excitedly. Anyone looking in from the outside would claim that Dayanne was the spark bringing the fire in Daphne to life.

Whenever Dayanne invited her friends over, Daphne would grow so shy if she needed to approach her sister for something. She’d barely look at the guests’ faces and head straight to her sister.

Dayanne remembers the first time she had to go on a three-day school trip. Daphne didn’t follow her in the car like she usually did because she was busy crying in their mom’s arms but all those tears vanished when Dayanne came back on the fourth day, hopping down from the car and into her sister’s arms.

As time passed, whenever she had to leave, Daphne wouldn’t throw tantrums but one could sense a little shift in her body language. The last time Daphne cried was when Dayanne had to move abroad to study.

Being a sixteen-year-old, the Daphne crying then was obviously more mature than the eight-year-old in 3rd grade: she kept repeating through the sobs that she understood the situation, that she couldn’t hold her back from working on her future but that everything simply hurt regardless and she would miss her dearly.

It hurt Dayanne as well. She cried nonstop in the passenger seat as her father drove across the country.

Only later would she realise that, as she grew up, Daphne’s lone-wolf personality had developed into something else, something not as negative as their mother worried it’d be because she wasn’t desperate for some company but also didn’t mean she’d deny the opportunity to keep it if found some.

Perhaps, this was the first time Dayanne couldn’t understand how her sister was feeling. She took her time to observe her through the phone whenever she’d meet a red light only to see nonchalance written all over the young one’s face.

“Does it bother you?” she asked and Daphne mentally agreed. It did bother her because she didn’t think it would take just this much for all their years of friendship to go down the drain but a part of her still expected it. Dayanne believed that maybe, as she grew up, Daphne had autonomously realised how ungenuine the friendship was and was just waiting for it to die off on its own.

Maybe she did but it didn’t conceal the pain. She hoped her fears would’ve been proven useless but things went just as she suspected, just as she explained to Cleo the first day here.

“I really don’t want to talk about it because I hate getting worked up over things I can’t solve on my own. Things went like that. Yes, I'm a bit offended but here is better than I expected and distracts me very easily from my past city life so I’m good.” Dayanne could tell from the tone that the offence wasn’t just a bit and that Daphne was just good at masking it. She’s always been.

“How are things going with Cleo and your friends in school?” Daphne highly appreciated the change of topic as a smile rose on her face, ready to narrate everything bit by bit—even about her little crush.

“She introduced me to him on the first day of school. Like… she just showed me his Instagram and I don’t know if she could tell but he had me hooked!” she exaggerated, biting her bottom lip to suppress her smile. On the other hand, Dayanne didn’t withhold anything and smiled happily at her sister’s happiness.

“So is he just… I don’t know, virtual or have you also met him?” Daphne’s eyes bulged out of their sockets at the question, recalling the previous day on the bus.

Gasps and squeals broke the flow of her discourse as she spoke: “Yesterday, we ended up sitting just a seat apart— like… We just got on the bus, Cleo was walking in front of me so I couldn’t see where we were going but it didn't matter because we always sit at the end of the bus but then— then she stopped speaking to greet two people and the first name she uttered was his. His! I almost went feral,” Dayanne’s laughter echoed briefly in the bathroom as Daphne took the phone with herself into her bedroom to sit at her desk, “He’s so fine. Beautiful, in fact. His friends are too but him… him? He’s not from this world— Oh! And he has a majestic voice like— a voice that is deep but not deep-deep like raspy-deep but more like depth-of-the-ocean-deep. It’s coming from his soul! So yesterday when he greeted Cleo back, I almost melted on the spot but— you trust me, I handled it like a pro. No embarrassing moments and ooh! That morning was coincidentally the same morning I decided to put in more effort in my outfit and I dressed up so nicely… so you can already imagine,” Dayanne’s nose scrunched, finding her little sister’s squeals and just everything adorable.

“Did he do anything or look at you in any way—”

“Dayanne? I said that I avoided embarrassing myself which implies that I did not look in his direction because if I had, hmm. If I had looked in his direction, he would've seen me with not glittering but watering eyes and inhumanely expanded pupils ogling at his surreal beauty, which is extremely embarrassing, so no, I didn't see anything about his body language,”

“Damn, listening to you makes up for all the time I missed since I last read a piece of poetry,” the sister's words simply made Daphne proudly smile.

“Are you going to make any move or… simply step back and admire from afar?” Daphne remained silent, smiling and looking up, thinking about it, “I’d like to— no, no, I want to. It’s a work in progress,” she proudly smirked, feeling a bit shy as her sister cheered for her.

“You’re going to charm him huh? Sway your hair in his face?” They both laughed and as they came down, Daphne loudly sighed and wiggled in the seat like the happy and enamoured teenager she was.

In the meantime, Dayanne had made it to the supermarket and was just getting out of her car.

“Now that I think about it… what if he doesn't like me?”

“Oh, shut up! You're so beautiful and down-to-earth. Unless he likes crazy girls, there's no way he would dislike you. Just your looks are enough for him to pause and look for a little bit longer.” Again Daphne became shy, even blushing a little.

“Ooh! Cleo texted me… She hopes I’m going shopping today,” she read the message out loud before silently typing a reply back.

“Does she know? About your crush, I mean,”

“Not yet. Don’t know when I’ll tell her though,” she replied before moving back to the video call screen, “But what I know is that from today onwards, I’ll be dressing up so nicely whenever I step out because I discovered that the town is so small: everyone knows if you’re new and I could also meet people I know.” As she spoke, she got up and headed to her wardrobe, wanting some fashion advice from Dayanne now that she was available.

—Now playing: Lovesong by The Cure ✫

One thing that Daphne started liking since she moved is the routines of each day.

School had restarted so her everyday routine was something one could already imagine but Saturdays and Sundays were different.

Sunday was family day and, just as the name implies, it was reserved to spend time with your family, postponing your duties and setting your worries aside. It was so even in the city but it has been interrupted somehow because of Dayanne.

Saturdays’ routines were a bit different, something that she'd learned only here. They were meant for house chores and the weekly grocery shopping.

One had to do exactly what Daphne was doing now that she had ended the video call with her sister: decluttering her study desk, filling the laundry basket, changing her bedsheets and tidying up the floor.

One had to do exactly what Daphne's mom was doing: preparing to do the laundry, decluttering and dusting the counters and tables and tidying it up the floors as well—her main focus was the kitchen.

One had to do exactly what Daphne's father was doing which was vacuuming the living room and taking care of the backyard and the garden.

Knowing this, it's easy to guess the type of noise that filled the air in every room of Daphne's home.

The case was similar in Cleo's home but the housework was done mostly by Cole, while the father was in his workshop and Cleo made sure to clean the kitchen and check for what was missing before going grocery shopping with Daphne.

Exactly. Cleo would go shopping with Daphne around eleven thanks to a lift by Granny who had to cater to her flower stand at Opes Nostras.

Once she had ended the call with Dayanne, it didn't take long before Daphne was on the phone with Cleo as they did so to keep up with each other and know how quickly to do their work before getting ready.

It took them around an hour and a half to be done with their chores before they rushed to dress up.

Unlike Cleo, Daphne's outfit was ready, laid out on her bed, a result of Dayanne’s fashion advice. And, again, unlike Cleo, Daphne was dressing to impress. Nothing too extravagant because, at the end of the day, she was still just going grocery shopping, but it was still what she retained enough to stun whoever knew her and happened to meet her at Opes Nostras.

Cleo was dressing up exactly just to do the groceries as one could tell the moment she left her home, heading to Daphne's. Her hair was tied in a messy bun, no gel to hold the curly baby hair back. She had a pair of old cowboy boots on, a white sundress long till mid-thigh and jean shorts under because she didn't have the patience to look for appropriate safety shorts. To top it off and protect herself from a possibly chilly breeze, she wore an old grey sweater stolen from her brother's closet.

Daphne had a protection of her own too: a brown knit cardigan with ties only at the height of her chest while beneath she wore a white lace tank top to match her white maxi skirt—obviously low-rise. Since she wasn't the most creative person when it came to hairstyles, she simply held half her hair up and let half down and added a few jewels as accessories to top the look off.

“Come on, hop in” Granny spurred, sorting out her flower pots in the back of her four-door pick-up truck.

The two girls hopped into the back with all their plastic and tote bags while Granny was already turning the engine on.

Within minutes, they were happily riding to town with a fresh breeze blowing through their hair and old music resounding for the car set.

—Now playing: Supernatural by New Jeans ✫

Daphne once used to journal. No special reason behind it. She just enjoyed it. Enjoyed keeping tabs on her life, noting down every little detail of the day and looking back on it sometime later to thrive in the nice feeling of reminiscing about a good past event.

She stopped for unknown and vague reasons, having issues with pin-pointing things.

Maybe it was because she felt like her new way of journaling was updating her agenda with exams and watching her schedule get packed as the days went by. Maybe. But she also felt like she'd totally like restarting so she could jot down the feelings of moving to a new, yet not-so-new place and give herself the chance to giggle and smile about it two or three months to come when she'd read them back during times of boredom.

She strongly felt like her life would take a big turn for the best here.

For starters, she really liked the feeling of community that characterised the town, how everyone seemed to be working in sync, unknowingly helping each other out like the pieces of a puzzle.

She liked riding on the road that leads to her home because it is surrounded by green fields occupied by cows, sheep or actively working farmers and she enjoys watching them with her hair floating in the air and her ears covered by the loud sound of the breeze as they sped on the road.

She loved the weather, whether it was raining or just a sunny day. She loved it so much especially when it was windy—had spent afternoons of her childhood running up and down in fields whenever there was any little sign of breeze outside.

One might think that it's boring but she loved the routines. Loved waking up in the morning around the same hours, reading during the holidays or getting ready during school. Loved making herself breakfast—would never miss a mug of latte in the morning—and she also loved having breakfast at the cafe close to school if she had been too late to have some at home.

Now that school had started, her friends gave her more things to love like their simple company, their dark jokes that were hilarious for the simple fact of being coined by their brains, their constant and seemingly unfading happiness and smiles, their love for food and their love for fun. She liked that they were the ones making the first move, initiating things because her introverted self could never—which bothers her because she wants to work on impressing her crush and not just stay in his shadow.

She loved Cleo because she had an everlasting smile, nothing could ever bother her. She saw only the good side in things and people so you really have to have none for her to dislike you and she was also very unserious hence the jokes. Most especially, Cleo has been the only real friend in her life, the only one who the distance didn't bother, the only one to stick around even when she was around. She'd always be indebted to her because of that but she also felt guilty for not realising it earlier and spending nights waiting for a stupid reply from Margot.

She loved living close to her dogs Loki and Luke. Has bonded with them more now than ever.

She loved getting reunited with her grandparents. Loved seeing them fighting against the urge to spoil her with gifts every day.

She loved seeing her mother and Granny bond over flowers. Loved listening to them speaking about them so professionally and, at the same time, poetically and passionately.

She loved silently reading on the sofa next to her dad who fancied reading magazines and newspapers.

Another thing she immensely loved was her bedroom for all the memories it enclosed between its walls. She could spend all day there and never get tired. Perhaps, she loved it as much as she loved the whole house because her room contained only a few of the thousand memories of the time she lived here years ago.

She also loved the noisy yet lively spirit of Opes Nostras. Loved watching how creative the sellers could get in order to advertise their goods to the customers. And she also loved watching Granny set up her stand of flowers.

“You have your lists ready and complete?” Granny asked as she saw the girls ready to take off and leave. After receiving smiley eager nods from the teenage girls, she had them promise to come back to the stand once they were done so they could go home together.

“Your list is long as fuck! Aren't y'all like three at home?” Daphne gasped, fully stretching Cleo's rolled shopping list.

“Yes, we are and yes, Cole is a big back. Bro eats for two if not for more and also most of it is for the cats,” Cleo nonchalantly explained.

They had perfectly sorted which bag to use for which product: tote bags were for baking products such as bread or biscuits and veggies. In separate tote bags, cleaning products. The stronger plastic bags were to hold meat and fruits.

And, at last, their little personal bags were to hold any little thing they'd want to buy for themselves.

—Now playing: Time After Time by Cyndi Lauper ✫

Daphne probably deducted what she believed from observing her surroundings but it didn't mean that she was necessarily right—or so she thought.

Saturdays followed the same routine for every household in town and on the outskirts. Everyone was tidying up or preparing to go sell their goods at Opes Nostras.

Taehyung could hear the vacuum going off in the room next to his, indicating that his mom was tidying up her room just as he was.

At the moment, he was occupied picking up all the clothes he wore during the week and putting them in the laundry basket before taking them downstairs to the laundry room. Other than this, his room was never extraordinarily untidy. His desk was always cluttered, but that's his work space and he likes it like that—gives him a feeling of activeness.

His bed was already made. The windows were opened wide to change the air and the only thing left for him to do was to vacuum.

Outside his window, in the next compound, he could see the neighbour working on his garden, mowing the grass or reshaping his hedges.

In his compound, instead, he could see his grandmother finishing up with the fruits and vegetables she wanted to sell at Opes Nostras with Adrielle as her right-hand man.

Adrielle never really participated in the tidying-up of her house because she already had a team of cleaners doing that for her and her family. The only place she manually cleaned herself was her room so once she was done with that, she’d hop down to his place to help his grandmother out.

Once he was done with his bedroom, and while waiting for the vacuum cleaner, he grabbed a broom to sweep the hallway, trying to shoo his dog's playful jumps aside.

His agenda for the day wasn’t full, being just the end of his second school week. After cleaning the house, while his grandmother would go to Opes Nostras, he’d help his mother prepare lunch and then study till late afternoon with Adrielle—only if Adrielle hadn’t already planned to work on the campaign.

She was very excited for it. Couldn’t keep it out of her mouth the whole week. Yesterday, they had met at her place as planned. Their group chat had momentarily changed into a platform to communicate just for it.

Avyanna and Jungkook decided to deal with online advertising and the ‘bribing’, as Jungkook liked calling it. By tomorrow, Jimin will be done with creating their logo so Avyanna can finalise the Instagram profile and ultimately launch it before it gets too late—other teams running for president have already launched theirs. Taehyung had bought a notebook specially reserved for this where he’d note down everything Adrielle wanted in the presentation since he was in charge of its creation.

As he went downstairs with the adorable sounds of his dog's little paws hitting the carpeted stairs, he could hear Adrielle’s happy voice resounding through his living room walls. She was outside helping his grandmother, grabbing the chance to keep her up to date with her plans. Her eyes caught him approaching while she was holding a big basket of vegetables.

“Hey, Tae,” she greeted with a smile across her face. On the other end, Taehyung quickened his pace to help her with the basket, commenting on how she shouldn’t be overworking herself while smiling like it was easy when it wasn't. She still kept her smile, responding with silence before speaking: “Nana just agreed to help me with the school’s garden renovation!” she exclaimed in joy, making Taehyung struggle to hold back his smile, happy to see her happy.

“And you already have a plan or you’re leaving everything to Nana?”

“She already does. Look at the glitter in her eyes,” Nana commented, pinching Adrielle’s cheeks and proceeding to the front of her house where her truck was parked with the trunk wide open, ready to be filled with her products.

“I have already drawn it on paper but I’ll show you later so you can tell me if it’s even possible to recreate,”

“Adrielle darling, everything is possible. Especially when you have me as your work partner,” Nana boasted, the loud sound of the wooden basket of fruits echoed through the metal walls of the truck.

“For how long will you stay at Opes Nostras?” Taehyung changed the topic, “We’ll be back around two. Three at the latest,” the grandmother explained before finally slamming the doors closed and heading to the front of the vehicle. Taehyung followed behind her while, on the other side, Adrielle got in, ready to keep the woman company while she sold her goods at the market.

“You help your mom. We’ll be back for lunch,” after caressing his cheek, she finally got in, closing the old car door and turning the engine on. Before she’d start reversing out of the compound, Taehyung rushed to open the gates wide and waved at them as they drove past him, out of the compound and onto the road.

“Nana will be back soon, hurt puppy. Come in and let’s cook,” his mom exclaimed from the front door, arms and legs crossed as she leaned on the doorframe watching her son look at the road like they had just left for another country. He laughed and rubbed his face before closing the gates and walking back in, his dog ran up to him in the meantime.

“What’s in store for lunch?” he asked from the anteroom, taking his shoes off and moving on to his slippers before going to the kitchen where his mom was already rustling with plates and other kitchen utensils.

She turned around with wide-opened eyes and mouth, not having a direct answer to his question. “I don’t really know. Don’t know if to go for some Italian or cook something simple with rice. Or we could make some nice sandwiches, you know? Like burgers?” Taehyung let his dog down, smiling at his mother’s indecision to conceal the indecision within him too.

“Gotta be honest and tell you that I don’t know either but burgers sound nice,” and his mother nodded, feeling proud of her suggestion and commenting on how it wasn’t such a crazy tip.

—Now playing: Sticky by Kiss Of Life ✫

“I really think we have to buy a trolley in case of next time because if we always have to do this, I’d rather listen to heavily autotuned metal music for twelve consecutive hours because this is straight-out impossible,” Daphne exaggeratedly complained.

They had just returned from Granny’s stand for the third time because the bags were too heavy and they couldn’t carry them around as they finished shopping. Granny obviously didn’t mind but was still worried about them and kept the inexistent doors of her stand open for them to come, cool down and regain their strength.

“Oh my God, Daph. I cannot laugh because I need to preserve my energy so please shut up. We’re almost done. We just need to go to the supermarket and then we’re heading home.” Their destination was outside of Opes Nostras, a bus stop before it but they would trek, firstly through the chaotic market and then on the sidewalk leading to it.

As Cleo reminded her friend about their last stop for the day, she sighed loudly again, looking at the chaos in front of her through which she’d have to walk and get out of.

“Oh God, this is too much I wanna cry,” she laughed as if to mask her tears while fighting the strong desire to drop to the floor on her butt like a kid. Cleo tied arms with her, ready to drag them both through because she wanted to get it over with just as much.

As they walked, they had to ask for people to move sometimes, bite their knuckles to conceal their frustration, anger or the deep desire to smack someone in the face. Nothing surpassed the annoyance walking behind an elderly person brought them and worse was when the elderly person would look at them, irritated for being disturbed so the girls could pass. Daphne had to hold back Cleo from putting some of them in their place.

“These people cannot be real. They have to be an NPC, a simulation or a fucking social experiment because they literally cannot be fucking real!” she exclaimed, looking at Daphne, as to ask if she’d seen the same thing.

“You’ve got to calm down. If you’re not going to spend your energy laughing, I won’t watch you spend it on some random passerby who doesn’t deserve it,” Daphne firmly spoke, adjusting the bags hanging on her shoulder while simultaneously dragging her best friend along.

After what felt like everlasting moments, they finally made it out of the mass and were simply walking on the calm part of the street that hosted Opes Nostras. That was when a white old truck took a turn and drove into the street. Another seller, they immediately assumed only for a familiar voice to greet them as it drove by, Adrielle’s.

Cleo immediately greeted back when she recognised the voice but Daphne didn’t have enough time to register her surroundings and just settled with asking her friend who it was.

“Adrielle. The blondie of the rich kids’ group in school. The one from yesterday on the bus, one of Jungkook’s closest friends,” she explained while Daphne looked behind them where the truck had just stopped to park behind a stand.

She wondered why she saw Adrielle get down from the truck to open its trunk and start off-loading it from all the baskets of fruits and vegetables it contained but she never voiced her confusion to her friend. Just looked at how surreal the girl looked with her blonde hair strands flowing with the soft breeze and a peculiar white glow around her figure.

The Instagram pictures weren't fake, in fact, they gatekept a lot. Daphne had never seen such a beauty from up close—other than the boy she was crushing on. There was still a good distance between them but Adrielle’s glow was immense, she thought.

This thought faded to the back of her mind and soon completely disappeared the moment they made it to the supermarket and had to focus on getting everything listed on the piece of paper in their hands.

Since summer was already moving closer to its end, the air conditioners were toned down in the supermarkets but everything was still very pleasing and they felt it the most when they had to leave and come in contact with the warmer air outside.

Right when they were turning the corner into Opes Nostras street, Granny called wanting to know about her whereabouts since she was done selling her flowers and they had to go home for lunch. Again, being on the phone, Daphne was distracted and couldn't greet back when Cleo waved at Adrielle. In fact, she didn’t even notice Cleo waving at Adrielle just as Adrielle barely noticed her since she walked almost in sync with Cleo. They both went on with their lives: Adrielle continued to stay next to Nana as they sold their goods while Daphne and Cleo proceeded into the mass to reach Granny’s now empty stand as she was packing up to go back home.

With a little help, they got everything into the back of the pick-up truck before hopping in themselves and driving off to the outskirts where they lived and to the freshly prepared lunch in store for both families since Daphne’s mom's extroverted self couldn’t hold back from inviting Cleo’s dad and brother over for lunch—it probably would turn into a Saturday routine.

Obviously, the girls had to secure a few things they bought before sitting down to eat such as meat, fish and frozen foods and only after lunch did they finish settling everything they had bought.

—Now playing: Missili by Frah Quintale, Giorgio Poi ✫

Once they were done with that, Cleo left her home, once again, to go hang out at Daphne's while they did their homework. This plan failed the moment Nick invited them both to a video call where he suggested they meet at Cleo’s to finish the project.

“You called me to suggest we meet at my house? Nick, you’re incredible,” Cleo laughed. She was sitting at the desk on the spare chair Daphne had in her room with the latter sitting next to her, knees to her chest and a wide smile on her face.

On the other three ends of the phone were Nick, who was sitting on the sofa in his living room, James, who was laying on his bed with a hand under his head, and Asher, who was outside, possibly walking on the sidewalk.

“Yeah, yeah, I just did that and so what?” he challenged, gaining a middle finger from his respondent. “Whatever,” Daphne smacked Cleo’s finger out of the camera, “When do we meet at Cleo’s?”

“Hey, why don’t we meet at yours?” Cleo objected, laughing, “What’s the problem with meeting at yours?” Daphne rebutted, her hand still on Cleo’s who simply shook her shoulders gaining an eye roll before Daphne proceeded, insisting with her question.

“Tomorrow.”

“Y’all stop making decisions about my home! James you should say ‘Tomorrow?’, question it not firmly state ‘Tomorrow’. It’s my home!—”

“Tomorrow it is. Wow, Cleo! We love your participation and how much you would risk for the betterment of this group and the project. Your efforts will never go in vain,” Asher joined in the joke.

“You too?” Cleo widened her eyes, “And what do you mean by ‘risk’? Is it a risk to—”

“Tomorrow at what time?” Daphne interrupted her friend’s makeshift soliloquy. “Daphne!”

“After lunch like… by two,” James repeated the mistake Cleo scolded him for seconds ago. “James!”

“Well then. It’s done,”

“Ash—”

“Everyone, tomorrow at Cleo’s at two o’clock! We won’t be accepting any latecomers!” Nick announced before bursting into laughs seeing how Cleo’s mouth just opened wider and wider the more anyone spoke further.

“Y’all thank your asses my dad isn’t the type of dad who doesn’t like having people over,” she warned, pointing at the boys through the camera. “Not a problem anyway because you’re neighbours with Daphne so we would’ve simply changed route—”

“Hey! Asher!” Daphne warned, making him laugh. “Regardless, it’s a deal. Y’all better not forget shit tomorrow and bring your brains with you. I don’t have spare ones at mine—”

“Neither do I!” Cleo butted in. “And I’m warning y’all in advance, I have a lot of cats. My brother hates noise and a messy environment so please leave your childishness at home to rest. Thank you for your understanding,” and the boys simply smiled—Nick’s smile as the most mischievous of all calling for Cleo to comment on it while Daphne excused herself to the bathroom.

As they were having a very unserious study time, three bus stops away from Daphne’s, just starting to study since they had just finished eating, were Taehyung and Adrielle.

Yes, they had just finished eating but the plates had already been washed and the house had already fallen into silence since Nana had excused herself to get some sleep while Taehyung’s mom had gone into town.

This silence was just what they both needed. The girl, to study, the boy, to fall asleep on his books.

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