#oh i forgot to mention the spatula says ‘mr right &’ on the back so it’s supposed to be cutesy. like Mr right & Mrs ALWAYS right. 😐

[pepprs]

like.. idk if it’s just me but i don’t think this is something a person in a healthy happy marriage with a secure sense of self would have on full display in the most frequented area of the house.

[rosy-wooyoung]

ATEEZ reaction : surprising them with homemade food

requested: yes, thank you! [honey, I am SO sorry for only doing it now] prompt : their s/o surprising them with homemade food genre : fluff warnings : !! food mention !! (obviously but I prefer repeating it), very poorly written, overbearingly cliché. A/N : so uhm, hi again? this got requested like months ago and i never actually sat down to write it [commitment issues oops] but now I’m happy that i actually manage to do it today! Also don’t mind the mistakes, pleaaaase I feel like I speak like a 5-year old when I have to write something in english (even though I have an c1 diploma in english sdfjhsf i’m so sorry if it’s bad)

Hongjoong

Songwriter!Hongjoong

You finished eating dinner near 8 pm and laid on the couch after doing the dishes.

After having patiently waited for your boyfriend to come home, you decided to go to bed as the clock neared midnight, still no trace of him.

It’s only when you washed your face and applied your serum that you changed your mind.

Putting on your shoes and your coat, you grabbed the plastic bag carrying the Tupperware filled with the food you had prepared for dinner and made your way out the door.

You weren’t keen on walking alone at night, but fortunately, his studio wasn’t that far, so you managed to make it safely there.

Knocking on the wooden door, you received no answer, so you slightly pulled the door open, only to be met with silence.

Hongjoong had noise-cancelling headphones latched on his ears, head bobbing at a certain rhythm as he scribbled some lyrics in his brown leather notebook.

The notebook he carried everywhere, even when he was around you.

Sometimes, he would get inspiration just by watching you sleep, read or cook. Writing down whatever crossed his mind, he never showed you what they said. 

However, you paid no mind to his privacy. You respected that he kept it a secret, you did the same with your poetry book.

You knew how it felt when someone read pieces of art you’ve created, you feel naked and exposed to the reader, and it made your guts churn of anxiety when someone even tried to look into your notebooks.

But now, you had a problem to deal with. How do you make yourself noticeable without scaring your boyfriend to death? 

Banging your fist on the door didn’t work and calling his name didn’t work either.

He jumped out of his skin when you softly placed a hand on his shoulder, a yelp unintentionally coming out of his mouth. 

Turning around, he noticed your figure and laid a hand on his chest, the other grabbing your forearm as a sign of affection.

“Sorry baby, I didn’t know how to make myself noticeable.” You said with an apologetic look, but Hongjoong waved it off.

“It’s okay, sugarplum. Are you okay? What are you doing here?”

“Well, since it’s past midnight and you weren’t coming back, I decided to bring a piece of home to you and brought you this.” You lifted the plastic bag and handed it to him. It was his turn to look at you, remorse filling his eyes as he realised that he lost the notion of time and stayed behind at the studio to produce.

“Thank you baby, but I’m sorry,” he mumbled, and he stood up, hugging you tightly as he kissed your cheek. “What did I do to deserve you?”

“It’s nothing, baby. You should eat now, it’s going to cool down,” you whispered as you let go and he sat down, drawing another chair to have you by his side. He kissed your temple before you rushed him to eat, noticing his eyebags and his tiredness written all over his face.

You were getting tired as well, but Hongjoong was a hundred times worth it to stay up late at night, to see him with a bright smile and adoring eyes on his face as he tasted the food you cooked.

Seonghwa

CEO!AU 

“Hello Miss, where can I find the office of Mr Park?”

“Park Seonghwa?” the receptionist said, and you nodded, replacing a piece of hair behind your ear. “The head department is on the 19th floor, at the far end of the left corridor.” You thanked her and made your way to the elevators, waiting with other employees.

You greeted people you knew by sight with a nod and a smile, going to the floor reception. Some people stopped talking, listening to your words.

“Excuse me, is Mr Park Seonghwa here?”

“Yes, but he’s currently in a meeting. It’ll end in a few minutes,” she said, looking up what seemed to be his schedule on the computer. “Do you have an appointment with him?”

“Oh no,” you stuttered as you could almost feel his coworkers’ eyes on you, “I’m just his wife, and I need to give him something he forgot at home.”

“No problem, I’ll guide you to his office. Please follow me,” she announced, standing up, her heels clicking on the white tiles. You awkwardly smiled and bowed at his colleagues and followed the secretary, thanking her as she showed you the door of his office.

Your husband appeared a couple of minutes later, reading a file while talking on the phone. You cleared your throat, and Seonghwa looked up, his phone almost falling from the shoulder that was pressing it against his ear.

“Can you please fix a schedule with my secretary, I have a lot of work to deal with right now. Yes, yes thank you. Have a nice day too. Goodbye Sir.” he ended his phone call, sliding his smartphone in his pants pocket. 

Tenderly looking at you, he smiled and approached you.

“Honey, baby. I didn’t expect you to see you here,” he warmly said before capturing your lips in a sweet yet passionate kiss, an arm wrapping around your waist.

“I’m because my husband, whose head is constantly into business, forgot his lunch before going to work this morning,” you stated as you lifted the brown paper bag, his eyes widening as his shoulders softly subside in relief.

“What did I do to deserve a wonderful wife like you?” he asked as he took the bag, kissing your cheek at the same time.

“I don’t know, but your wonderful wife would appreciate that her husband wouldn’t forget his lunch every day because she’s taking time on her lunch break to bring the food to him.” You arched a brow, and he chuckled, his arm never leaving your waist.

“I love you,” he muttered, and you softly kissed his lips.

“I love you too. Enjoy your lunch darling,” you said as you made your way towards the door, shooting him a smile before walking away.

Little did you know that once you were out of sight, he went out to the lunchroom to eat his food - something that he never did -, showing off the fact that his wife came to bring him lunch.

He earned the complaints and whines from his colleagues, whose partners didn’t even look at them when they came home. 

And with that, he asked his secretary to cancel a meeting in the early evening to come home earlier than you, preparing you a nice, lovely dinner to thank you for your gesture. 

Yunho

Architect student!Yunho

In the small apartment that you shared with your lovely Yunho, you were about to prepare dinner, but you realised that there was nothing in the fridge. 

Quickly turning off the stove, you put on your shoes and jacket and made your way out the door, a quick trip to the convenience store.

You arrived in front of the store as the sun was setting, the last rays of sunshine hitting the windows, sending beautiful scenery in front of you.

You knew that Yunho was working hard, as much as you did, but you wanted to surprise him a bit, so you decided to buy the ingredients to cook his favourite food.

Packs of meat, vegetables and rice in your bag, you were off to go home.

Riding the bus, you checked that you had everything and stepped off at your stop. 

Yunho hadn’t moved from his spot while you were absent. He was still focused on his work, an HB pencil in one hand and a ruler in the other.

You placed everything down on the counter and started working on your duty.

Boiling water, grilling the meat and stirring the vegetables in a pot. You were so in your thoughts that you didn’t even register your boyfriend walking in the kitchen, sneaking his arms around your waist while prepping your shoulder with kisses.

“What’s cooking, good looking,” you snorted at the pun, and he chuckled, kissing your cheek as you cooked the meat while stirring the veggies.

“Open up, handsome,” you say as you bring a piece of meat to his mouth with the spatula. He opened his mouth, and you dropped the piece of meat on his extended tongue, munching on it after kissing you.

“Maybe two more minutes? But otherwise, it’s perfect, I liked the way you seasoned it, baby,” he stated, and you smile, stirring the food for a couple more minutes.

While eating, Yunho looked exhausted but happy. He did a little happy dance when you placed the plate in front of him, earning a kiss on the cheek for taking care of everything.

“I know we can get pretty busy with college and work,” he started before taking a sip of water, the food feeling extremely hot in his mouth, “but I’m glad we established a pattern of regularly eating together,” he admitted, smiling as he reached across the table for your hand.

“It feels good to be just the two of us, it’s sometimes tiring to have someone around constantly,” he nodded at your words, his thumb softly rubbing your knuckles.

“You’re right, our friends can get pretty hectic,” he chuckled and so did you, the subject of the conversation coming back on studies.

“So, how’s your project doing?” you demanded, and he just shrugged.

“It’s sometimes hard to get inspiration, but once I get it, everything goes smoothly,” you nodded and kept listening as your partner explained his work, a passionate sparkle in his eyes, outshining the ceiling light hanging above your heads.

“So yeah, we’ll see how it goes. Normally, if I didn’t mess up too much, my professor should be happy about the plans.”

“Why wouldn’t he be happy?” you questioned as you took the last piece of food that you had on your plate before crossing your cutlery.

“I mean… There are elements of my imagination in my work,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck, his warm hand leaving yours, “but I took into account every piece of advice that you gave me since the beginning of my work, and honestly, I think I wouldn’t have gotten this far without them.”

“Oh shut it,” you snorted at your boyfriend, but immediately calmed down as you noticed the same serious expression on his face, “are-are you serious?”

“Dead serious,” he smirked, and you both stood up, going back to the kitchen to fill up the dishwasher.

“But you’re the one majoring in architecture, not me,”

“I know,” he retorted as he wiped the counter, “but it sometimes helps to have an outside point of view. Someone who doesn’t constantly have their nose in the theory and lecture notes is very helpful for creativity. You’re my muse Y/N, you have such amazing ideas that everything seems brighter and easier when you help.”

You chuckled at your boyfriend’s praise and went for a hug, squeezing him tight around you.

“I’m so happy that we’re together,” you said as you laid your head against his chest, his hand going into your hair.

“You don’t know how much I love you Y/N,” he said as he kissed the crown of your head.

“I think I have an idea,” you said as you looked up at him.

“No, you don’t, I love you more than you can ever see or imagine,” he mumbled as he pressed his lips on yours in a sweet kiss. He was giving you all the love and affection he had for you in this kiss, and you felt complete.

Yeosang

Idol!Yeosang

Waking up to the sound of your alarm, you were quick to turn it off to not wake up your boyfriend sleeping next to you.

Forcing yourself to start your day this early is such a pain in the ass, but your income makes it motivating and worth it. Plus, you wanted to save time for tonight because you knew how lazy you could get when it came to cooking.

So, at 6 am, you put on an apron over your pyjamas and started cooking the meal for tonight - Yeosang’s favourite - while preparing your breakfast at the same time.

Being good at multitasking has its perks after all.

Around an hour and a half later, you were done with cooking and washing the dishes, now getting ready to go to work.

The sun was rising, making the task of getting out of your comfortable apartment a little less painful.

Yeosang didn’t move an inch when you closed the main door, still dead asleep in your shared bed.

It was his first day off after going a few months without truly resting, and you could tell that his body needed it. When he came home last night, he was slow and could barely keep his eyes open during the show you chose to watch, he was tempted to use your shoulder as a pillow.

But it was one of the rare times that he could spend alone with you so he wouldn’t let that pass.

It was finally midday when you looked at your phone, still no news of Yeosang. 

Knowing how tired he was, you didn’t worry about it, he was probably still asleep.

And you were right, his body went into recovery mode.

He woke up around two in the afternoon, shaken awake as a truck honked just under your windows.

Yeosang was still tired even though he slept for over twelve hours, so he decided to stay in bed for a bit longer.

He finally got out of bed around three as the rest of the group asked to play a bit of Among Us with them.

He stayed behind the computer for the rest of the afternoon, deciding to go for a run as the day was coming to an end, only eating a banana while he was getting ready.

It smelt like you had cooked something this morning, so he wanted to wait a bit until you came home to eat with you. 

You were about to close the door behind you when you heard a familiar low voice.

“Y/N, wait!” Yeosang was in his sports equipment, slightly out of breath as you let him in.

“Hi,” you said with a smile as you swiftly pecked his lips. You both took off your shoes, hurrying your boyfriend to take a shower as you entered the kitchen.

You could finally settle down to eat when he appeared from his shower, making your way towards you before prepping your neck with kisses, asking about your day.

“Woah, you cooked my favourite dish?” he asked as you put a plate in the microwave.

“Yes! I figured out that you’d appreciate eating something special on your free day,” you replied, and Yeosang hugged you tightly from behind, giving you a big smooch on your cheek.

“Thank you, love,” he mumbled against your skin as a ‘ding’ drowned his voice out. 

You both sat down on the couch, your plate in hand and enjoyed the food and each other’s company for the rest of the evening.

San

Hacker!San

“Sannie?” you asked as you walked into his dimmed bedroom, his computer screens being the only sources of light in the room, alongside with LEDs ornating the walls.

Headphones screwed on his ears, he rapidly typed on his computer, lines of coding appearing on the screen. San couldn’t hear you, he was a tad bit too focused on his task to pay attention to his surroundings.

As a way to make yourself noticeable, you turned on his bedside lamp, startling him as he took off his blue light glasses, Grime blasting from his headphones as he let them fall around his neck.

“Sweetie, do you need anything?” he said as he spun his chair around, observing you.

You were balancing a plate, a glass filled with coke, a napkin and some cutlery on a trail, carefully making your way towards your boyfriend as you tried not to spill anything on his fancy setup.

“Dinner’s served,” you sweetly chanted as you finally laid the trail in front of him, the smell of fresh, homemade food invading his nostrils.

“Thank you, baby, you’re amazing,” he said as he encircled an arm around your waist, making you fall on his lap. You smiled as he laid a soft kiss on your upper arm, grabbing the fork with his other hand before bringing the food to his mouth. He gratefully hummed and nodded as he munched on it, shooting you a wink as he looked up at you.

“It’s delicious baby girl,” he mumbled after swallowing, directly taking another bite. He lightly frowned as he didn’t see a plate for you. “You already ate?”

“Yeah, I called you a couple of times from the kitchen, but you seemed busy so I didn’t want to bother you,” you said as you shyly tightened your ponytail, a disappointed look growing on his face.

“Y/N, babe,” he started, tightening his grip around your figure as he put the fork down, “you should’ve yelled for me to come to eat with you... You’re my girlfriend, coding and hacking come after you, okay? I love you more than anything, I can and I will put everything aside to spend time with you. So next time, I’ll come downstairs to eat with you, alright? I don’t want to know that you’re eating alone in our home.”

“Yes Sannie, but-”

“Shht, there are no buts,” he said as he kissed you on the lips, keeping on eating the food you cooked for him with you still on his lap after he made sure that this wouldn’t happen again. You watched your boyfriend filling his stomach and talked with him about everything, just catching up on the last few days that you spent separated from each other.

“I love you darling, thank you for the amazing food,” San said as he cupped your face, placing a big, soft kiss on your cheek.

You giggled and slightly moved his beanie, being able to play with the hair at the back of his head.

“I love you too San, I do,” you whispered as you straddled him and rested your head on his collarbone, his hand rubbing your back up and down your spine.

“Wanna cuddle?” he suggested, and you were about to say no since he looked busy, but you caught yourself just on time, his light scolding coming back in your mind.

“Yes, please,” you mumbled, and he approved, removing his headset from his neck and shook the beanie off his head, replacing his hair in a somewhat correct way.

“Alright,” he softly mumbled while wrapping his arms around you, carefully standing up as he laid kisses on your exposed skin. It didn’t matter where it was, every spot that he saw some skin, he had to kiss it.

And that’s how you spent the rest of the night cuddled in San’s arms, his cold hand drawing circled on your stomach, sending shivers in your body as he soothingly rubbed the skin.

Mingi

Dancer!Mingi

You huffed as you nonchalantly threw your phone on the table, your boyfriend being unreachable as you called him for the nth time tonight.

You knew that he was training and improving his dancing skills, but you wished that he could take small breaks here and there.

Not to text you back, you could wait, but for his sanity and health.

There’s a reason between working hard and overworking yourself.

And Mingi seemed to struggle to distinguish the difference between the two notions.

You never said that it was easy, you were struggling as well, but sometimes you wished that he’d understand it better than you do. 

The clock neared midnight, and he still wasn’t home. You started getting slightly irritated as he was probably overworking himself and not eating.

But you couldn’t blame it for that, you did the same when you had big exams or assignments coming up, you tended to ditch breaks and skip meals.

So, since you were caring about your boyfriend’s well being, you stood up and went to the fridge, where a container filled with the potion you had prepared for your boyfriend was.

Putting on a warm sweater and some pants before making your way out, locking the door behind you.

You took a longer road to go to his practice studio, but you found with relief that the convenience store was still open, sighing in relief as you read that it wasn’t going to close anytime soon.

You took drinks for the two of you and some extras as you thought that some of the boys could be still practising, paid and headed to the practice room.

When you arrived, you waved at San, who looked exhausted and sweaty, surprised to see you out at this hour.

“You’re here for your lovely Mingi?” he teased as he declined to give you a side hug due to his current state.

“Yes, I was getting worried since he wasn’t coming home,” you declared, and San smiled, finding adorable that you were looking after your boyfriend.

“You can go, he’s still in the practice room, he’s the only one left.” you thanked him and gave him one of the spare drinks that you bought since you didn’t know who would still be there with your boyfriend. His dimples appeared when he thanked you, and you wished him a good - yet short - night of rest before entering the building.

When you arrived in front of the practice room door, you noticed your boyfriend dancing through the window, and you could see that his movements were slower and less energised than usual.

You slowly opened the door, your eardrums being attacked by loud music, the bass resonating in your stomach as you made yourself seen.

When Mingi saw you, a sort of relieved yet guilty look appeared on his face as he went to the stereo to lower the music.

“Hey,” he said in a whisper, eyes carrying a truck of guilt in them.

“Hi babe,” you said as you handed him the plastic bag, “I knew it. I knew you wouldn’t have eaten, so I went out and bought this for you,” you said as you sat down together, in the middle of the room.

Mingi was more tired than he wanted to show. You had identified a pattern within him, his looks on his face and his figure betraying him. When he was as hunched over as he currently was, you knew that his back was hurting and that he was overworking himself.

However, you didn’t say anything, your behaviour and gaze unintentionally telling him what your opinion was. The silence was the best option. You were both exhausted, and the last thing you wanted to do was to start a fight this late in the evening. 

“Thank you for taking care of me, Y/N,” he said before clenching his jaw to stifle a yawn, but you caught it.

“You’re welcome honey, but you know my opinion on your behaviour,” you added, and he nodded, eating his mouthful.

“I know, I know,” he sighed and kept on eating while you opened the two soda cans laying in front of you. Mingi took a few gulps of it, and you got another one from the plastic bag, your boyfriend looking at you with wide eyes.

“But, let’s not talk about this now, the last thing I wanna do is get in an argument with you,” you said, and he listened, thanking you as you handed him the can. “I already barely see you during the week, so I don’t want to get into a fight when I have an opportunity to see you,” you sighed but smiled anyway, Mingi’s guilt increasing in his heart.

“I’m sorry-” 

“Shht,” you said to your boyfriend as you gently rubbed his back up and down, applying some pressure on spots that you knew were aching. “Are you coming home soon or do you plan on sleeping in the guest room in the building?” you asked as you watch your boyfriend take another bite of the food you had prepared for the two of you.

“Let me finish this amazing food, and we’re going home,” he answered, and you nodded, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. “It’s very tasty by the way,” you knew that he was trying to change the subject and you appreciated the effort, trying to forget his neglect of self-care and simply smiled at him.

When he finished his meal, you stood up and put everything in the trash, noticing in the mirror that Mingi struggled to get up, a grimace abruptly replacing the smile he was giving you moments ago. As soon as you turned to face him, he tried his best to erase the pain off his face. You didn’t raise it, but you made a mental note to yourself to try and reason him later. And, if it wasn’t working, you’d call Hongjoong for help. Maybe he’ll listen to him. 

The walk home was silent, quite awkward. Your boyfriend tried his best to be as natural as possible, but his back pains were making him hiss and silently groan in pain at almost every step he took.

“Okay, maybe I did a bit too much tonight,” he said as his voice hesitated, alerting you. He looked broken, his bottom lip between his teeth as he kept on walking to your place, feeling a wave of relief as your apartment building came into sight. 

You held his hand and grabbed his forearm with your other free hand, helping him to walk until you finally arrived in front of the elevator.

As soon as you entered your home, you sped to the bathroom and ran a warm bath, sprinkling some relaxing salt in it before helping Mingi to take off his shirt.

Once he was done, you helped him to get out of the tub and took care of him. He stared at you in awe as you dried his hair with the blow dryer and assisted him in putting on his pyjamas before walking him to bed.

Quickly doing your nighttime routine, you walked to your bed with heating patches as your boyfriend was already lying on his stomach, the most relieving position for him to sleep into. You slightly pressed some areas in his back, and you applied some patches where he grunted more loudly.

“Alright, now rest, baby,” you kissed his cheek, and he extended his hand to grab yours.

“Thank you for everything, baby,” he said as you shook your head with a faint smile, feeling the tiredness getting the best of you.

"It's okay, Mingi," you whispered as he lifted your linked hands to his mouth, kissing the back of your hand, a loving gesture that you particularly appreciated.

“Sleep well, baby, and think about what we’ve talked about at the studio, okay?” you mumbled, giving him one last kiss before falling asleep, still holding his hand.

“I love you,” Mingi mumbled before falling asleep, as well. 

Wooyoung

College AU

Entering the library, you tried your best to hide the plastic bag from the librarian, hoping that she wouldn’t notice the smell of food following you like your shadow.

You weren’t allowed to bring food inside the library, school authorities were scared that you’d stain the books or not clean the tables, which was the case when you went to work in the library.

You had always found this disrespectful that people would leave their trash on the tables without cleaning, it exasperated you.

Why was it so complicated to put your trash in a bin?

But since you thought that you were quite a clean, hygienic student, you allowed yourself to sneak in food for you and your friends.

When you arrived near your friends, Mingi was the first one to spot you, hungry for the content of the plastic bags you were carrying.

Your friends discreetly clapped their hands as you arrived as a hero at the table. You shushed them when they got a bit too excited over the food, reminding them that you weren’t supposed to eat there.

Since you were the one that went and bought the food, you were the one distributing the small containers the Chinese takeout the employees had put the food in.

Wooyoung was the only one who was kind of sulky because he wasn’t fond of the place you bought the food from since that event. That event where one of the cooks had put in a sauce containing bell pepper, and he hated them.

He always associated this restaurant with this event, and now he doesn’t set foot at this establishment anymore.

But before he could even say anything, you took the container in front of him and gave him a blue bento box, making him frown yet didn’t say anything.

“Enjoy, everyone!” you whispered as you all started to eat. 

You slightly observed your friend’s reaction next to you as he opened the container.

Wooyoung discovered that his food had nothing to do with Chinese takeout. It was homemade food, cooked by you and his eyes opened wide.

You giggled as he took his fork and started eating hastily, munching on the food with closed eyes and a content look on his face.

“Is it good?” you questioned, and Wooyoung eagerly nodded, taking another bite as he didn’t even swallow his first one. 

“It’s perfect,” he answered, rice almost falling from his mouth as it was full. Hongjoong, who was sitting next to you, slightly elbowed you in the ribs, a smug look on his face.

Wooyoung wasn’t expecting the fact that you would make a detour to your apartment to take and heat homemade food just for him. 

He was touched, but now he was too focused on devouring his plate to care about anything surrounding him.

A few moments later, as he had finally emptied the lunch box, he rested back a bit, a hand on his stomach.

“Wow, I’m full,” he said as a hiccup took over him, immediately slapping his mouth as the sound came out of his organism. 

“Did you see at the pace you ate? Y/N isn’t even done yet,” you puffed as Seonghwa took you as an example, known among your friend group that you were the quickest to shove your food down your throat.

“It was worth it, though,” Wooyoung said, and you shook your head, the indirect compliment sending warmth to your cheeks. 

“And what do you say to Y/N?” Hongjoong said before taking a sip of coke as if he was a mother scolding her child.

“Thank youuuuu,” he said as his voice trailed on the last word, resting his head against your forearm, only to have you put your fork down and ruffle his hair, a way you use to say “you’re welcome” when your mouth was full.

Once you were all done with eating, you placed everything back in the plastic bags and started working again, Wooyoung’s head never leaving the spot on your upper arm.

You didn’t mind him, you were sometimes adjusting his head as your muscles started getting sore, but nothing much.

A while later, as you wanted to stretch your arms above your head, you woke Wooyoung up, his head almost slamming on the table as you moved your arm.

“Mmh?” he said as he woke up, wiping the fatigue away from his eyes, nodding as you asked him if he was alright. “Food coma is kicking hard right now,” he added, and you smiled, relieved that he felt a bit better after his nap. 

“It’s okay, but you need to go to bed now, it’s getting late,” you said as you packed your stuff in your backpack, putting your coat back on.

“You’re going home already?”

“Yes, it’s almost midnight, and I have a presentation tomorrow at eight,” you explained as a pained smile drew on his face, and you agreed with him by nodding. 

“I’m out now, good night guys!” you said to your friends as you stood up, waving goodbye as some of them looked like they would leave this place near dawn.

You bid farewell to the librarian as well and braved the freezing night, hurrying home as not to catch a cold.

And run into someone suspicious and creepy but that’s another thing.

“Y/N!” someone said behind you as you paused in your steps, recognising your friend’s voice.

“Woo? Aren’t you staying with them?"

“No, I’m tired, I honestly don't know how I'm still awake,” he said, and you started walking again with him by your side.

“And…” he stopped in his tracks, and you frowned but imitated him. “I wanted to thank you for being considerate and caring towards us, but particularly towards me,” he said, and you chuckled, waving it off.

“Of course, you are all my friends after all,” you said with a smile as you looked at your friend, who had an indecipherable look on his face.

“That’s... that’s the problem, Y/N,” you looked at him confused and blinked, not knowing where he was coming from.

“What do-”

“Y/N, I like you,” he blurted out, your eyes widening in surprise, not expecting him to confess right now, in the middle of the night in the freezing cold when you could both fall asleep standing up. “More than friends,” he added, and you nodded while looking away, feeling the red spreading on your cheeks. Your friend took a step closer and cupped your face with his cold hand to make you look at him.

“What about you? I've been dying to know, even if you don't feel the same,” he said in a breath, and you inhaled sharply, confused about the sudden question.

“I- I think I do too b-”

“That’s all I needed to hear,” he said, and you suck in a breath, anticipating his next move.

“Can I kiss you?” Wooyoung asked, face dangerously close to yours, his eyes going back and forth between your eyes and your lips.

“Of course.” 

Jongho

College AU, Student abroad AU

“Mom?” you asked as you came into the living room, your iPad with a Chrome tab opened in hand.

“Yes honey?” she answered, looking up from the TV, your dad slightly huffing as he couldn’t hear the news.

“You know Jongho, right?” she nodded at her words, initiating you to keep going, “I’ve just gotten off the phone with him, and he seems very sad and down,” you explained as you sat down next to her.

Your dad’s attention immediately shifted to you and your mother as a boy was brought up in the conversation.

“Who-”

“Honey, no, it’s not her boyfriend,” your mother said, and your dad blinked, surprised by her reaction and shrugged, his attention going back on the telly. “And? Do you want to do something to cheer him up?”

“Well, I concluded that he’s a bit homesick, so I wanted to prepare a Korean dish for him. Wanna help?” Your mother agreed and stood up from her seat, fixing her glasses on the bridge of her nose.

“Sure!” she says as she washed her hand. “So, kimchi fried rice. What do we need?”

A few hours later, here you were, in the kitchen with your mom, right back from a trip to the convenience store to get the ingredients. You read a bunch of recipes and even watched a tutorial, trying your best to make it as similar as possible to the way they made it in South Korea.

You were struggling a bit at first, but everything turned out alright in the end, happily placing the mixture in a safe spot to let it rest for a couple of days. You were proud and satisfied with what you’ve created, truly hoping that it would heal his visible homesickness.

A few days later, you placed a container filled with your preparation in a paper bag along with your lunch and went out the door after saying goodbye to your parents, who were still eating breakfast. For once, you were happy to go to college, because you were dying to see Jongho and his potentially positive reaction. 

The lectures go faster when you pay attention to the teachers, amazing. In no time, here you were in the cafeteria, eyes scanning the crowd to see your friend. Once you caught sight of your “target”, you made your way over and sat across from him, a gentle yet faint smile decorating his face when he saw you.

“Hi Y/N,” he said after swallowing a piece of his industrial sandwich. He looked heavyhearted and tired as if he had spent the entire night on his phone speaking with his family on the other side of the world.

“Are you okay?” you sweetly asked, and he weakly nodded, and you kept staring at him. “You sure?” you raised your eyebrow with a concerned look, and he just shrugged.

“My feelings didn’t really subside,” he stated as he referred to the conversation he's had over the phone with you the other night. You reached across the table and softly rubbed his forearm, the gesture making him weakly smile.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know how I can help,” you say, and he shook your head.

“I appreciate your kindness Y/N, but I don’t think you can do anything about this…” his voice faded as he thickly swallowed, the sight of your friend being so close to crying made you pout.

“Okay,” you said as you withdrew your hand, Jongho internally whining at the lack of warmth. You searched in your bag and pulled out two steaming lunch boxes, one for you.

And one for him.

“What is this?” he asked as he turned the box between his hands.

“It’s a surprise! Open it,” you smiled as you innocently opened yours, stabbing your hot food with your fork.

Taking the lid off, his eyes widened, going back and forth between the kimchi and you, sitting across from him with a soft smile on your face.

“You seemed so down last time we called,” you said as you ate a spoonful of your lunch, “so I made you a dish with my mom that I remembered you liking. I know it won’t bring your family to you, but it’s still something I guess,” you explained as Jongho pursed his lips, nodding at your explanations, never looking at you in the eyes.

It took you a few seconds to register what was happening, and you drop your fork in your box.

He was crying.

You stood up and sat down next to him, circling your arm around his shoulders.

“Oh Jongho,” you said in a concerned tone, “I didn’t mean to make you cry, I just wanted to make you happy. I know how hard it is when you miss your home and family, I just wanted to give you a bit of family love and warmth that you can’t have right now.”

“Thank you so much Y/N, really,” he said as he sniffled, wiping his tears with the back of his hand. He chuckled as he realised how emotional he's just gotten over food, and he turned to the side to give you a proper hug. 

“Thank you,” he whispered in your ear and squeezed you tight against him, feeling his rapid heart beating against your chest.

“It’s okay, Jongho. Taste it first, I wanna know if we can make you some more further in the school year,” you gently rubbed his upper back and he smiled, grabbing your fork from your lunch box.

“It’s delicious,” he said as he munched on the kimchi fried rice, reaching for your hand and rubbing your knuckles. 

He looked at you with such adoration in his eyes that you got shy and flustered, your hands going clammy as he wholeheartedly approved your work, taking another bite of the food.

“You’re welcome,” you said in a soft voice, and you smiled at each other, enjoying each other’s company for the rest of the lunch break.

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A/N: I like it but not a lot... I don’t like it. Anyway I hope you enjoyed it!!  

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Threads of Fate 2: Electric Boogaloo (Jason Todd X reader)

Hello everyone, E here with another story! this time it’s part 2 for the story i wrote for my good friend @hains-mae last year for her birthday! so naturally it’s her birthday again cuz that’s how they work! Red Hoodie X reader. I hope you all have an amazing week. I will be trying to write my original story and post it sometime this/next week but we’ll see what happens. Stay safe, take care of yourself, for the love of all that is holy stay inside! wear masks! PLEASE! GET THE FLIPPING VACCINE IF YOU CAN!

E out, byeeeeeee! HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAE!

Here’s both parts conveniently in one place for you (cuz tumblr hates me and my tags)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29955270/chapters/73737858

“Romeo and Juliet? You’re so cliché that troupes are rolling their eyes at you.”

I shoot him a dirty glare “Says the guy that has Pride and Prejudice in his jacket pocket. Yeah yeah” I cut him off before he begins to throw out excuses “I know you say it’s thick enough to stop bullets but you’re not fooling me. You love some classic romance.”

“You’re no Lizzy Bennet” he grumbles behind his mask.

“And you no Mr. Darcy yet I tolerate you all the same.”

“It’s for my charming personality.”

“Certainly not for your face.” I playfully throw back “Smooth, featureless and red isn’t exactly my type.”

“I’m surprise you have a type given your lack of taste in books.”

I roll my eyes “Oh great now the former crime lord is giving me crap about my tastes in book.”

He rose his hands in surrender “Hey, that was my edgy phase.”

“Was? You’re still dressing like a goon from indie action film.”

“You kidding? Goons wish they looked this good.”

“I don’t think any respectable goon would shop at the thrift store.”

“Low blow. Low blow.”

I give the costumed vigilante a sideways smile as we settle into a comfortable silence.

It’s been about two years since Red Hood decided to intrude my quiet life (well as quiet as life could be in Gotham) and we have developed this strange friendship.

Every moment he wasn’t on patrol or at a briefing (coughfamilymeetingcough) he spent here. At first, I thought it was just him checking up on me like some overburdening mother worried their child couldn’t handle a minute in the backyard but I soon realized this became some sort of haven for him, a place for him to just exist. Not quite relax and let his guard down but just to be. No appearances of brutality to keep up, no disappointed glances from his estranged father figure. Just him picking on me because he’s a jerk.

But then again so am I.

I nervously glance at the red string tied snugly around my finger. It pulled off to the side though not too much further from me as its other end was wrapped around Red’s finger.

Strings of fate mom used to call it. My power to see the threads of destiny tying two people deeply together. At first I thought it was love or something junk like that but now I’m thinking maybe it just leads you to someone you need and someone that needs you back.

Or maybe it is love, what do I know? All I know about my power is it makes walking the streets harder than it needs to be. Ever see those old pictures of cities with powerlines just in every freaking direction? The strings are at least ten times worse than that! Luckily they’re not real? Well more an abstract concept that I see and not physical and you know what don’t worry about it.

“So” Red spoke up after a moment “Hungry?”

“After you insulting my taste in books?” I gave a fake pout “Starving. Oh shoot, I forgot to go to the store.”

Red chuckled “You didn’t forget, Penguin decided to try to extort it for protection money.”

“Oh” I blush in embarrassment “Right.”

“And you fell back asleep.”

I waved him off “Sometimes you just wake up, see the news and decide it’s not worth it.”

“I never get to sleep in.” Red rose to his feet “but honestly I’ve always had trouble sleeping.”

The nightmares. He mentioned it once in an off hand comment when he asked me why I toss and turn at loud noises. Gotham just does that too you. Eventually you learn to get ready to bolt at any loud noises over 190 decibels. Fun fact, that’s the noise level of a shotgun fired by your ear or a rocket taking off.

Or Joker laughing on the roof of your apartment building. Let me tell you, nothing’s louder than that madman. Thunder sounds like cats and dogs once you hear the Joker’s manic chuckle just a few feet away from you. One time years ago and I can still feel the chills run down my back whenever I think of it.

“So are you going to order pizza or what?” I asked quizzically “Since you’re aware I don’t have any in the fridge.”

I could practically hear the sarcasm dripping in every word out of his mouth as he held a bag of groceries aloft “I was trained by Batman. I’m always prepared.”  

Batman. Whatever his relationship with the dark knight currently is, he always spoke of him with a soft, gentle voice. A quiet pride that out of everyone in the world, the Bat chose him. But with that pride was a hint of shame. Everyone knew Red Hood hadn’t exactly made it easy on the old bat and while Hoodie was changing his ways, there was still some friction between them.

I didn’t say anything though. No point. He knew where he stood with his father figure and bringing it up would just make him sully. Besides I was way too curious to know how good of a cook he was.

I marveled in an awe silence as he expertly placed the various ingredients across my messy counter. He chuckled to himself as he cleared it to make space for dinner. I could feel my cheeks burn.

Watching him was oddly mesmerizing: His movements were precise yet graceful for someone with his build. He glided across the floor effortlessly, smoothly dicing whatever he brought one moment then by the time I blinked, he was warming up the frying pan by the stove.  

Soon an incredible smell filled the air while the sizzling of meat practically had me drooling.

“Your chin.” Red motioned to my lip with a spatula. I brought up my hand and flinched at how moist it was. Okay so it was drool. Sue me! You’d be drooling too if you had to deal with waiting for whatever heavenly meal he was cooking, okay?

Desperate to change the subject, I piped up “Should be I concern how well you handle that knife?”

He gave a casual wave with said instrument  “I hold the power of destruction and creation in my hand.”

I raised an eyebrow at him.

Red coughed loudly “I’ve trained with various weapons knives included. You’d be surprised how much overlap happens between cooking and weapons handling.”

“Right. Sure. That’s a totally normal statement.”

“What about me” He gestured to himself “Is normal?”

“Fair point.” I conceded.

-----

“Am I forgiven?”

I grumbled a half answer as I tried not to let on how delicious this meal was. I don’t make the best money and let me tell you before this the fanciest thing I ever ate was some overpriced pasta from some restaurant chain.  This easily beat anything I have ever tasted except mom’s cooking but I hadn’t had that in years.

Red snorted, his voice smooth and melodic not filtered through some robotic alternation. I didn’t really had a dining room or a dinner table so we sat comfortably on my couch, tv playing some nonsense in the background as we both took in the sight of the city beyond my modest window. The lower part of his mask retracted backwards via some kind of high tech witchcraft and allowed him to eat his food without needing to show the rest of his handsome face.

I mean I think it was handsome. I assumed it was handsome given I accidentally figured out who was under the whole persona he set up for himself. I never told him that I knew though I suspect he knew that I figured it out. He was smart even if he acted like an idiot and it really was for the best. Plausible deniability. If I never asked, he never needed to answer.

“You know if you want me to cook again, you need to forgive me. Otherwise I’m not gonna waste my time anymore.” Red threatened with a tease.

I let out an exasperated groan “Fine, fine! It’s good. It’s the best food I’ve ever had! Is that what you want to hear?”

“Naturally. Though I could never compete with Alfred. He has no equal in the kitchen. Better than my brothers though. They can’t cook to save their lives. Tim practically lives on fast food.”

I stopped shoving food into my maw as an icy chill ran through my body. The comfy silence that filled my humble apartment turned tense.

One of those names I could pretend away: Tim? Alfred? Every day common names. But together? Tim AND Alfred. Everyone knew every member of the Wayne family because they were the only rich family in Gotham who didn’t want to screw everyone else over. And he brought up his brothers. That was the final nail in the coffin.

I put down my fork slowly. I could feel myself breath heavily but I refused to see him. I refused to meet his mask with nothing but my own shocked reflection to look back at me.

“I know you know who I am.” He said simply.

I could feel the syrupy urge to look at him ebbing at my resolve.

I swallowed uneasily “What now? What happens to me?”

‘Us’ I left unasked.

Silence.

“I don’t know”

I tried to calm my breathing but I could feel panic grip at me: Does this mean he’s not going to come anymore? Does this mean I have to go into witness protection? Is Batman going to scold me?!

“But I want to.”

I couldn’t help myself. I turned to him and for one of the few times in my life I was left speechless.

I was not staring at Red Hood. I found myself not looking at the smooth, featureless mask I had grown accustom to these last two years but Jason Todd.

Out of all of Bruce Wayne’s children, Jason was the one who seemed to just fall off the face of the Earth. There was a rumor he had died a few years back but those were debunked when he appeared without warning, just walking the streets of Gotham like he went on an extended vacation.

There wasn’t too many pictures of the enigmatic Mister Todd but that quick glance I had gotten forever ago did not do him justice: He was my age. His eyes were a piercing blue that I did not know could be that shade. I know it’s cliché but I felt like he was staring directly into my soul. His face was rugged, rough but still handsome. His hair was a messy jet black but there was few streaks of white that looked too natural to be dyed.

“I….didn’t see anything?” I offered helpfully, giving him a chance to put the mask on and pretend this none of this ever happened.

His nose wrinkled as he gave me a playful scoff. I could feel my heartbeat roaring in my ears.

“I’m not that ugly. Better looking than Dick.” he joked playfully.

“I dunno. Dick’s got the better ass.” I mumbled out, still too caught guard from the whole reveal.

“But I got the muscles.”

“Yes you do.” I eyed his body carefully then flushed a bright pink.

That knocked me out of my stupor.

“Are you sure you want me to know?” I whispered, unable to keep the fear out of my voice “I mean I didn’t mind pretending I didn’t know.”

“I do.”

His face soften and for a moment he didn’t look like Jason Todd, wayward son of Bruce Wayne or the Red Hood, moral gray compress of the batfam.

He just look like a regular guy who needed someone.

Evidently me it seemed.

I took a calming breath and offered my hand. He stared at me like I’m crazy but I kept it outstretched.

He took it gingerly and shook carefully, still unsure what was going on.

“Hello Jason Todd.” I beamed cheerfully “It’s nice to meet you!”

He said nothing, instead opting to smile softly.

“Nice to meet you too.”

I stared at the metaphysical string that tied us so neatly together.

I have never seen it that red before. And has it always been that thick?

I wonder what that means.

Eh, it’s probably nothing. I had other things to worry about.

[yoonchrisgull]

Alpha’s little wolf | pjm (2)

-> Synopsis: Your mind stutters dysfunctionally and you slowly take a step back.

Your brother gets abruptly cut of by a low growl, and everyone’s attention lured towards the alpha announcing his claim.

“Mate.”

-> Pairing: alpha jimin x omega reader

-> Genre: romance . Fluff . Smut (in future chapters)

-> Words: 10k

-> Chapters: preview - 1 - 2-  3

-> Warning: Biting, marking, nightmares, horror (honestly half of this book is a horror wolf au shit), possessive and controlling alpha acts, cookie monsters ;) reader is a girl crush tbh

-> About: Jimin is a bad bitch, reader is an even bigger bad bitch, seriously you’ll fall in love with the reader’s character, lots of magic shit, taehyung is a handsome creep, lots of horror, reader and Jimin are soft for each other (later on) brother Hobi cause why not, kook is a bun bun with a man bun, possessive jimin, lots of romance and understatement, this is the good shit, you won’t regret reading it…

-> In: Narrative POV, Third person POV

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Y/n enters thought the kitchen door and halts the second moment she’s faced with two broad shoulders who’s the owner was walking around the counter, cooking.

She stares before hurriedly walking up to the male. “Jin-shii, What are you doing?”

Jin turns his head around and passes her a smile. “Cooking.”

“You are our guest. Let me.” Y/n reaches her hand out towards the spatula he was using to stir the cooking pot but the male resists by pulling the object away from her.

“Let me do it today, Y/n. There is not even a single moment I have seen you resting.”

Y/n sighs, dropping her shoulders. “I can’t let you do this. At least let me help.”

Letting a guest work was not just against her parents’ laws but the pack too.

Werewolves were not just strick on their rules but they were also known for serving their guest the best.

Jin glance at her before nodding. “Help me by slicing those vegetables.”

Y/n hums and walk up to the already washed material and started slicing them.

“I must say Y/n, you have great taste in your hands.” Jin compliments, adding red chilli pepper into the pot that he had already chopped.

The woman smiles slightly. “Thank you. Oppa said you are also good at cooking.”

Jin chuckles at that. “Good, he said? I’m the best.”

Y/n purse her lips to stop herself from giggling.

‘Well…that’s something.’

“Honestly saying, little hope. You have good control and grip over yourself and the people that are attached to you. Jimin has a great challenge to look after in the future.” Jin glance at her, amusement immediately filling his eyes when she roughly chops into the carrot at the mention of her mate.

“You don’t like him, huh.” He chuckles.

Y/n sighs, stopping her chopping session to turn to the male. “There is no feeling on that. I don’t like him, neither do I hate him.”

Jin stares right back at her, nodding his head slowly as he fully acknowledges her. “Smart girl.”

“Indeed.” A voice diffuses from behind and reflects from the walls towards their ears.

Y/n mood fully drops at the presence, yet she felt her wolf’s nose twitching at the smell of blueberries that comes inside with the person.

She turns around and finds her, oh so graceful mate smiling at her in amusement. “I’m sure the feeling is mutual.”

Jimin hums, pretending to think for a second before suddenly smiling. He leans away from the door and walks up to her, stuffing both his hands inside his jeans pocket. “Almost. But I like you a little bit more.”

Y/n tilts her head and smile sarcastically at him. “That’s a huge pleasure from the alpha.”

“You should be, little wolf. I hold a big place.” Jimin holds his head high.

“You should be too. You’re gifted with a species that is more rear than an alpha, like yourself.” Y/n walks closer to him.

Jimin clenches his jaw, yet continues to smile. “A rear species that has an end choice of only a beta. How shameful.”

“Shameful it is to be greedy. My brother still holds more respect and orders than you.”

“Just kiss already.” Jin grins from the side, head held between his hands as he rests himself on the counter.

Both mates snap their heads towards him then back at each other.

Y/n immediately backs away when she notices the small gap between them and clears her throat.

Jimin stays standing in his place, staring intensely at her.

His hands twitch.

If he could, he would pull her right into him without giving a single damn about her choice and wish.

“If you think you will get out of my grasp then you’re wrong.” The future alpha grits out.

“And if you think you can stop me then you’re in the wrong place.” Y/n snaps right back, turning back and continuing with her given job, all the while ignoring his standing presence.

He will never stop her from pursuing her dreams.

They wouldn’t be here if he had acted a little bit mature, but no, he choose the wrong way of approaching her.

She would have given her best to maintain their bond and relationship if he had allowed her to go her own way.

But no.

He followed her and he held and used his dominance over her, clearly showing her that she was just a woman and holds the same old place of taking care of his pups.

She won’t let him think that. She won’t let any of those males think that.

She will declare them wrong and show them that a female is as powerful as a male.

-

“So tell me, son, how’s your bonding been with Y/n?” Mr Jung questions to the sitting male opposite of him.

Y/n immediately cease her mouth from chewing the food she had prepared with Jin.

‘Great! Nothing is left to talk about these days.’

Jimin smiles fully at the elder and that might be the only time she has seen him genuine.

She has to admit, even if he was a complete asshole, he was careful with her family.

Well…except Hoseok.

“It’s going great. I’ve missed her so much.” Jimin answers, completely ignoring the glare that Hoseok is digging into his skin.

“I don’t get this part. How come you suddenly confess to her when that was the first time you met her?” Mrs Jung questions this time, her brows furrowed.

Y/n hides a smile and turns her head towards Jimin, raising her brows, she also waits for an answer.

It’s all his fault if he got caught. He’s the one who keeps on digging his grave deeper.

Strangely, Jimin still puts on a smile. “I have heard a lot about her from Hoseok Hyung. You can say that’s how I fell for her. She, on the other hand, seem to like me a lot from the beginning for some reason. She accepted me the moment I confessed.”

Y/n parts her lips, feeling everyone’s attention fix towards her for confirmation.

Her eyes remained emotionless yet she was screaming inside her head.

‘Asshole.’

Humiliation shows up to the other eyes by a pink blush over her cheeks and she had never wanted to kill someone so much in her entire existence.

Every pore of her body seethes in anger and Jimin felt it all in him.

She has to say something or else her parents will pick up that something was indeed wrong.

Y/n turn to her parents and pass them a small smile and nods, confirming his so-called story.

Thankfully, everyone goes back to their dishes, some knowing more but preferring to stay silent.

She drops her head towards her plate, her knuckles turning white from where she had closed her hand tightly into a fist.

She felt tears pricking in the corner of her eyes.

She wasn’t hurt. She wasn’t weak.

But she felt ashamed.

What would her parents think? That she just accepted the male without even knowing him. That she was so desperate that she said yes to someone she met for the first time.

Heck! He wasn’t even there. He never visited them from the beginning.

A hand immediately takes a hold of her clenched fist and hide it down under the table.

Shock immediately runs past her veins in small tickles and she pulls her hand away from the holder.

She opens her fist, the now broken chopstick falling to the ground with a soft thud.

She turns to her left and watches with wide eyes as Taehyung sips his soup, acting as if he had not just jerked her clenched hand under the table.

She almost forgot about him. He had claimed the seat next to her the moment he saw it empty.

And to make it harder, she felt his stare throughout the whole time they all had sit down to eat.

Her fingers twitch and she felt her wolf perking up her ears and sitting up in her front paws in confusion.

He had just touched her, nothing more, nothing less.

Then why does she feels like this?

-

Y/n stares up at the ceiling, the light provided by the moon being the only second presence inside her room.

She felt puzzled.

What was happening?

Seven men have suddenly shown up in their house, one of them being her brother that she hasn’t seen for seven years.

She was happy to see Hoseok, but the same amount of disturbance was also felt towards the other six men.

She felt uncomfortable in her own house.

And that was probably not because of one of them turning out to be her mate.

Not at all.

There was this weird aura around them. They all felt so unapproachable and strange.

They screamed danger and she doesn’t want herself being connected with any of them.

Especially with the strange himself, Kim Taehyung.

She has only communicated with him once and her senses were instantly alarming her to stay away from him.

In many ways, he confuses her.

His lingering dark shiny gaze, his intake of deep breaths when she whips past him or the way he simply was, mysterious.

No matter how difficult Jimin was to understand or what his plans were, his motives were quite clear.

He wanted to bury her down, want her submitting herself to him.

But this man, he just had planned she didn’t want to even know.

And for a fact, she was also aware that his plans revolved around her.

And today was just a trailer of what might happen in the future.

The sudden skinship from him scared her for a second.

It was just so fast, and that shock that went up her spine also left her speechless.

His touch distracted her so much that she didn’t even finish her food and left the dinner table early.

She hated it.

She doesn’t want him to touch her like that ever again.

A knock on her door brings her back from her train of thoughts, causing her to flinch slightly at the sudden sound.

She snaps her head towards the door and watches with confusion as it knocks again.

With furrow brows, she sits up in her bed.

“Who would be up at this time?….” She mumbles, getting down from her comfort zone and walking towards the door.

The door knocks one more time before she clicks it open, only to find no one outside.

She looks around the front before leaning her head out of the door to stare down at the dark little hallway.

Her eyes catch the pink fabric of Vi’s pyjamas as the little girl turn to another hallway, leading to the living room.

Y/n completely skips her room and starts to walk after her.

“Vi!” She calls but the little girl was long gone to another hallway to listen to the elder.

Why was she knocking on her door? Let alone, why is she still up?

She turns the hallway and walks some steps before turning to the living room.

Her body immediately halts when her eyes land on the figures that sat around the living room, seeming to be in a serious discussion.

They all turn to silence and turn their head at her when the smell of her feminine scent hits their senses.

Y/n trail her eyes to each one of their faces, finding only her brother missing.

She does not question their sudden meet up at the middle of the night and just gets to the point. “Where’s Vi?”

All the males just stare at her in confusion and Yoongi mumbles out. “Sleeping.”

She turns her eyes towards him and speaks. “I just saw her turning the hallway. She came this way.”

Yoongi immediately meets the middle of his brows at the information and Jimin states out.

“Don’t worry your pretty mind, little wolf. She’s probably sleeping.”

She ignores his words, not even bothering a little bit to turn towards him.

A frown takes over her lips before her ears perks up at the voice of soft thuds.

Horror hits her guts and her head turns blank for a second.

Realization immediately runs through her face and she whips her head towards the other dark hallways that cleared a path to upstairs.

“Shit!” She mumbles before breaking into a sprint towards the said hallway.

Jimin is the first one to jerk himself up from the single couch and run after her sudden outburst before the others follow after him too.

“Y/n.” He calls, running after her figure that’s now climbing up the stairs.

‘Goddamn, this woman. How is she so fast?’

Y/n breath furiously, her mind having the only mission to get to the still thudding sound that came from upstairs, from her young sister.

She turns the left corner and halts for a second before yelling out. “Vi!”

She runs towards the half-opened door and barge inside the room.

Her heart thumps in horror when she finds her younger sister’s back turned towards her while she continuously hit her forehead against the closed door of the closet.

Jimin runs in right after Y/n and stops in his track when he takes in the scene before him.

“Vi…” Y/n whispers before slowly walking towards the small figure of her sister.

It doesn’t take the other males a second to invade the space of the small room and stare with confusion at the act from the small soon to be grown female.

Y/n sits down on her knees next to Vi and stare at her with worry as the younger continues to bump her head to the closet’s door, her eyes closed as she was fast asleep.

“Baby..” Y/n calls out to the younger with a soft voice, raising one of her hand and placing it on the place the younger was hitting her forehead continuously.

“Vi. It’s okay. Let’s go to bed. Hmm.” She grabs the little girl from the small of her back and guides her away from the closet.

The younger follows, her mind and body dizzy from sleep as she lets herself welcoming her elder sister’s arms who then picks her up.

Y/n secure Vi in her arms and turns towards the males that have been watching them silently.

“What happened here, stays here.” She states, trailing her eyes over every male’s present in the room before she carries the little girl out of the room.

Jimin scowls after Y/n whips past him and for the first time, he allows himself to look around the room.

The room has dusted over. No source of light wrench the walls except the light coming from the moon.

A big dollhouse was placed in the middle of the room, a small bed placed right beside it.

From the look of it, the room belonged to a kid.

But why was the room looked so dark and warn out?

And how come he has not seen this room before.

Since the day they all have arrived, this room was locked and he has seen no one entering or exiting the room.

“What was that?” He hears Jungkook mumbling, the scene still fresh in his mind.

Jin frowns, taking a step towards the big dollhouse. “She might be sleepwalking.”

“Who fucking does that?” Yoongi speaks up from behind them, his concern directed towards Vi’s unusual behaviour.

As long as he remembers, Vi has never mentioned about sleepwalking to him.

Jimin directs his eyes towards the elder and blinks in amusement.

It still leaves him in awe at how that little human has succeeded in getting inside Yoongi’s comfort zone. She had managed to make him laugh without even doing much.

This family is indeed special and holds many unspoken secrets.

Just like this one.

And it was leaving them puzzled.

Footsteps make them turn their head towards the slightly open door, watching as Y/n appears at the opening again.

She motions her hand for them to skip out of the room, a key dangling in one of her finger.

Looking around the room one last time, they do as they are told.

Y/n shuts the door and locks it with the key immediately.

Jimin who was standing next to her, furrowing his brows. “Why are you locking it?”

“Someone died in there.” Y/n speaks forwardly, making the male’s eye go wide.

“What?” Jin questions caught off guards.

“What is there to hide? You’ll find out anyway.” Y/n turns to them and states out.

“I’ll be better if you enter your rooms early. There are things here that are stronger than werewolves.”

With that, she whips past them and turns the corner towards her room.

The future alpha and betas stand confused there, the words of the female lingering around their minds.

The silence hovering around them is cut off by a knock.

And followed by another.

They all turn towards the locked door.

Another knock voices out.

“How….?” Jungkook trails off, staring at the closed door which just has been knocked on.

This can’t be real, right?

This just can’t be.

-

The first thing Y/n does the next morning is to carry her steps towards the only culprit to get some answers.

However, the moment she enters through her sister’s room, she forgets all her inquiries when she’s faced with worry and panic that was plastered on Mira’s face.

The soon to be grown woman jumps at the presence of her sister and hurriedly walks up to her, pushing the door of her room slightly to close it.

“Unnie!” She worries out, pulling Y/n towards her bed and whispers out. “I lost my key. I can’t find it anywhere.”

Y/n widens her eyes in disbelief. “What do you mean you lost it?”

Mira’s eyes well up in tears and she felt her ears slowly turning red in fear. “I don’t know. It was with me, right near my chest. But when I woke up, I couldn’t feel the necklace around my neck.”

Y/n breaths out in worry. “Did you search everywhere?”

The younger nods furiously. “Everywhere. Even inside that room.”

The elder furrow her brows in confusion. “Inside the room? How did you get in?”

She remembers locking the door last night.

“It was open when I went there this morning. I even found Vi playing around there.” Mira explains, recalling how she caught the little girl playing alone inside the room.

“No no no..” Y/n shakes her head, running a hand down her face.

“This can’t be. I closed that damn door last night.”

Mira frowns. “It was open when I went there…..Did you went in there?”

Y/n scowls. “I found Vi there. She was sleepwalking last night.”

Mira purse her lips. “Again…”

Y/n sighs, staring at her sister who seems to be too into her panic to think properly.

“You do know that key was given to you for a reason. How will papa react?”

Mira bits her nails. “I don’t know… I’m so scared.”

Y/n drops her shoulders, her mind in a chaotic mess as even she was blank at the moment to come up with an idea.

“Okay.” She nods, grabbing hold of Mira’s shoulders. “Listen, I’ll take care of that matter and look after the door. In the meantime, you search for the key.”

Mira purse her lips, staring at her sister who tries to calm her down.

How did so much happened?

Her father gave her that key for a reason and she had done just what will make him disappointed.

Other than that, that room was best if it was locked away.

Not good memories were connected to it.

Mira nods, a tear falling off her eye in both worries yet a little comfort that was provided by her sister.

“I have my key with me, so I’ll go lock it, hmm.” Y/n racks a hand through her hair and sighs out.

That room has been locked for years. Not even Vi was lingering around it anymore.

How is this happening all of a sudden? Especially after the arrivals of the males in the house.

The key was always stuck to Mira. Her not finding it is just so confusing.

Moreover, this loss is also concerning.

That room has to be locked all the time and for that, she and Mira were to look after it.

The weight on Mira’s shoulders was heavy and Y/n was just given the key in case of an emergency.

And since nothing like this ever happened, this situation was highly concerning.

And for some fact, Y/n may know who has the key.

-

“Hey.”

Y/n flinches when Jungkook suddenly shows up behind her.

“You scared me.” She breathes out, hands fisting the shirt she was folding.

The male cheerlessly grins and scratch the back of his neck. “Sorry.”

Y/n smiles back lightly and straightens Hoseok’s white shirt again and starts folding it.

“You’re always working.” Jungkook points out, leaning his back against the counter Y/n was ironing the clothes on.

The female smiles at his curiousness. “I like working.”

Jungkook raises his brows in surprise. “You’re the first one to ever say that. Are we perhaps burdening you?”

Y/n folds Vi’s skirt and shakes her head. “You aren’t. I have to keep myself busy while I wait for my college selections. There isn’t much to do here.”

Jungkook hums and folds his arms over his chest. “I heard you choose law.”

After receiving a nod from the female, he questions. “What if Jimin Hyung does not allow you to? I mean, in the packs, females aren’t allowed to take la–”

“I’ll take whatever I want to take.” Cutting him off, the female turns to stare at him in the eye. “It’s my future, not his.”

Jungkook blinks caught off guards and parts his lips in a scowl. “Why do you hate him so much?”

Y/n resumes back to her work of folding. “I never said I hate him. I don’t even know him that well.” She speaks, eyes fixed on her work. “I just don’t like how he has approached me.”

Jungkook stares at her face and bites his lips. “I understand that. He did choose the wrong approach. But it’s also not his fault… I mean, he’s an alpha. He is born dominating and possessive.”

“He is a little bit too much obsessed. I would have happily worked this out with him, but he’s not letting me.” The female turns her head at the male. “He’s constantly lying to my parents. How can I support someone like him?”

Jungkook’s eyes soften at her words and he fully acknowledge her when agreeing along. “You’re a brave woman, I will say that. You can stand up for yourself and that’s pretty admiring. Especially for the betas and alphas like us. We like strong females.”

“Thanks.” Y/n smiles at his words and immediately notice the blush curving the apple of his cheeks. “You’re the first one to say that.”

Jungkook hides away his eyes with the dark tips of his hair, feeling extremely flustered for being so straightforward.

If it was in front of the other males, he would have been red tomato from all the teasing they throw at him.

But in this case, the female did not do that and he was glad.

Another question suddenly hits him and he looks up at her busy figure, silently folding the clothes and re-ironing the areas that have slightly scrunched up.

In many ways, he’s starting to admire her. Especially after this talk.

This night can be his first-ever approach and their first conversation, but he found many reasons to admire her.

His questions were bugging, sudden and even personal, but not even a single crease pass her forehead, nor did she frown at him.

He doesn’t know why he found her so hard to approach at first and now he regrets not stepping in before.

“Y/n.” He carefully calls and the female hums sweetly.

He gulps at her act and lets out the question that has been tickling him in the tip of his tongue. “What was all that last night?”

Y/n’s hands slow down a little and the male immediately regrets his words.

Maybe he’s getting too personal. She did say that someone died there. What else does he want to hear?

The female trails a hand over the black shirt and speaks. “Vi used to…well is sleeping walking at nights. It just scared me a little since she hasn’t done that in a while.”

Jungkook keeps his eyes focused on the black shirt she was playing with and questions again. “What about that room? Who does it belong too?”

The female dugs her nails into the fabric and mumbles out. “It was Vi’s room.” And her pointed nails rip apart some of the material of the shirt.

Jungkook blinks and stares at her hands as they straighten the shirt and fold it away.

The shirt that was oh so familiar. The shirt that belongs to Jimin.

-

Y/n climbs up the stairs to get to the third floor and turns to the hallway.

Her footsteps halt as she trails her eyes all over the dark little path.

A room only decorated the whole long hall and its door was slightly creak open.

A lump forms in her throats and she immediately gulps it down at the sights.

She remembers locking the door just this morning and now it’s open again.

She racks a hand through her hair and takes a step towards the room.

Slow and hesitant steps carried her towards the door and all the while she felt the temperature drop further as each step she took.

Once in front of the door, her hand dips inside her pocket and takes out the key she had for the lock.

However, before she could pull it out, a giggle erupts from inside the room and she completely freezes.

Her eyes snap up at the door and numbness suddenly attacks the bones of her leg.

The giggle was all too familiar.

It was small, carefree and was a giggle left by a small kid’s mouth.

The only small figure around the house was Vi’s and the voice which just came from inside did not belong to her.

For more facts, Vi never giggles.

This was definitely someone else.

She hurriedly grabs the doorknob and push it towards herself and close the door with a thud.

She then works on locking the door while feeling the goosebumps in her hands raise.

Successfully locking the door firmly, she works her way out of the hallway.

She turns and tries her best to carry her numb legs and dizzy mind out of the floor but to no avail, her pace was slower than the forced she had released from her body.

Fear crawls up the pale skin of her figure and her hands tightens around the key to prevent it from dropping.

This might be a moment of panic but she can’t loose her mind over it.

As she literally drag her legs towards the staircase and down at the floor, she could clearly hear and feel someone’s steps and breath behind her.

And the most confusing part was that it also seems to be in as much panic.

With much difficulty she climbs down some stairs before thankfully gaining her legs back at the end.

The female does not wait another moment and dash away to the ground floor when given the chance.

Her heart beats fast in fear and panic, her eyes shaking and she comes to a halt the moment she turns away from the stairs at the ground floor.

Her eyes catch another familiar once and her heart starts to beat fast for a totally different reason.

Her wolf, like usual, immediately perks up and calls out to her mate and she don’t resist it this time.

She can now hundred percent say that this is the first time she’s so glad to see Jimin.

The male tilts his head to the side and the mischief that shined through his eyes drains away the moment he saw her expressions.

Instead his brows furrows and Y/n’s stomach is suddenly hit with the feeling of concern.

She blinks at his expression and reads the clearly written concern in the male’s eyes.

Just for her.

He was the one who was concerned for her and she can feel it.

Jimin stares at his mate who had suddenly appeared from the staircase and the shaking of her eyes and her body has stopped him from throwing a tease remark at her.

“Jimin.” The way his name rolled out of her tongue so breathless makes his breath hitched in his throats.

This is the first time she has said his name, and the fact that it was called out with the force of such helplessness and softness at the moment made him clinch his fist to control that familiar temptation that was her.

“Are you alright?” He breaths out and for the first time, it felt like they were having a normal conversation.

Y/n nods slowly yet the truth was written all over her face.

She was scared and he could see and feel that clearly.

He trail his eyes towards the stairs that were born in the north, the case that took an individual to the third floor where that room was.

His eyes turns wide in realization and he turns to her.

“Don’t be scared… I’m here.” He smiles slightly.

Y/n stares at him with wide eyes and her shoulders relax a little at the comfort he showed in his.

She looks away and awkwardly nods, hand rubbing her right arm to warm herself up a little.

“What were you doing upstairs?” He questions softly.

Y/n purse her lips and replies. “I was checking in the door.”

Jimin nods, eyes averting everywhere. “Was it locked?”

Y/n shakes her head. “It wasn’t.”

Jimin looks up at her and furrow his brows. “Did someone went in?”

“It’s always unlocks in it’s own these days.” The female sighs and drops her hand.

At this point, there was no hiding since they already saw what took place last night.

Jimin stares at the distressed look that pass his mate’s features. “Has Vi always sleep walked?”

Y/n parts her lips at his curiousness. “She used to…once.”

Jimin acknowledge her words with a nod. “Don’t worry. Yoongi hyung said he’ll take care of her today.”

Y/n snaps her gaze at him. “He don’t have to. I’ll take care of her.” The sentence might have sounded angry but the way each words left her lips was soft as a whisper, as if she was beyond tired.

Jimin shakes his head. “At least trust him. He won’t even look away from her.”

Y/n drops her shoulders at that, staring at his face that clearly knew that she did not trust him one bit.

How could she? Even he knew that she would never.

He has been feeding her family with lies since the beginning.

A shiver went down her spine when a cold wind hits the small of her back and the male notices.

However before he could open his mouth, another raspy voice cuts him off.

“Cold?”

Both turns towards the living room door and watch as Taehyung walks in.

He reaches out a cloth towards her and Y/n immediately recognize the wool.

It was her sweater she always wears around the house to keep her body warm.

How did he even get it?

She looks up at his face and immediately looks away when she finds those dazed eyes drilling a hole into her.

She reach out and grabs the cloth but does not wear it.

God knows what he might have done to it.

She hangs it into her arm and murmers. “You shoulder retire to your rooms. It’s getting late.”

With that she turns to leave but stops again when the newly entered male voices out. “The key.”

Y/n turns to him in confusion.

“The key.” He points out again, eyes pointing towards the ground.

Y/n follows his gaze and finds the key to the door on the ground.

Her eyes widens and she hurriedly ducks down to pick it up.

When did she let it slide though her fingers? She had been grasping it as if her life depends on it.

She clinches it into her fist and whispers. “Good night.” Glancing last time at her mate, she turns and skips out from the living room.

Jimin eye twitches and he turns to the other male when Y/n is out of the living room.

“You’re crossing you lines, Taehyung.” He grits out in anger.

Taehyung smiles at him. “And what lines am i passing, Park Jimin?”

Jimin furrows his brows in an angry narrow. “She’s my mate.”

Taehyung smirks. “And if it weren’t for me you wouldn’t even met her, let alone be by her side”

-

He held her close, closer to his chest, stealing her away and caging her inside his beating heart.

She whimpers, her small palms fisting his shirt around his shoulders.

She was in pain. He knew that really well cause he felt it.

Her head was resting on the side of his head, her raging breath hitting his cheeks like a soft caress.

She was sitting in his lap, his arms around her in a way that made her feel protected.

“J-Jimin..” She whines again, the beating of her each pulse screaming at him in many ways.

“It’s alright, little wolf….” He rasp, coughing out the crimson liquid that has filled up his throats. “It won’t hurt much. Just close you eyes. I’ll protect you.”

His lingering fingers gently move her hair out of the sight of her shoulder, revealing her neck and her shoulders blades.

The milky soft skin flush red at the attention given by the male and Jimin gulps at just the sight of it.

He could literally see the blood running at a rapid speed inside her and he could not help but imagine the taste.

But he was not doing this to mark her, nor was he in a love making session with her. He was doing this to save her.

Her blood has been poisoned and he have to save her. He have to gulp the blood out of her.

It wasn’t long when he finally sink his sharp teeth in her skin, a whine leaves her lips just as a growl leaves his, her hot dark colored blood pouring in his mouth in a free spray.

The sweetness of her blood was taken over by the bitterness of the liquid that was killing her, but she was still there, he could smell it.

His head spins in euphoria, his throats blocking the way of gulping the blood down.

He has to spit it out.

But he can’t. He don’t want to.

Time passes by like a strong wind around them but to them, it was slow.

Her body has melted away in his arms, her eyes close to shutting down in drain, or maybe forever if he didn’t stop.

He has already drink too much and by the way he was gulping her dry, there was no doubt that he had drunk the poisonous blood too.

“Stop….” Her last breath speaks in a mumble and like he has just woken up from a deep sleep, his mind snaps awake and he immediately pulls away.

His eyes turns wide as it all slowly hit him.

He lost control, again.

“Y/n!” Bewildered, he calls, patting her cheeks lightly to wake her up.

But to no avail, she stays silence.

Tears well up in his eyes, lips parting for a chocking breath.

“No no! Y/n! Wake up, please..please. You’re safe now.” Like a river, the droplets of his tears fall down his cheeks, mouth salivating as everything slowly register in his foggy head.

“Please…”

She’s dead.

“Wake up..”

He killed her.

-

As if weight of a heaviest element has just been picked up from over his body, he doesn’t waits a mer second to sit up.

A gasp leaves him, heavy sighs leaving his lips as sweat coated his face and body in a thin sheet.

His wavering eyes looks around and he slowly realize that he’s still inside his dark room.

The first thing that alert his mind is to check on the female that has been an almost cause of his heart attack.

He skips out of his bed and soon his room with hurried steps, not even caring a slightest bit that he was only in his pants.

Racking a rough hand through his hair, he enters the hallway where her room was born.

He literally sprints towards it and rests his forehead against the door. His sense enlighten and he waits for that heart beat that is always in sync with his.

Relief is a small word to name the emotion that went through him when he finally picks up that beat, the soft melodic beat of a heart of the woman he called his mate.

Her peaceful breath instantly calm down his senses and almost sway him in a sleep with each raise of her chest.

And that is when he fully calms down.

She’s safe and alive.

He almost lost control there.

He can’t imagine what would have happened if all of this was to be real.

But it was all a dream, or more like a worse nightmare.

“Jimin hyung?”

He pulls his forehead away from the closed door and turns his head towards the start of the hall.

Jungkook stands there with his brows furrowed, quiet confused at the situation of finding the male, shirtless, leaning against his mate’s door.

Jimin completely leans away from the door when he makes sure that Y/n’s still inside and slowly walks towards the younger male.

“Is everything alright?” Jungkook questions, still blank about the situation.

“Everything is fine.” Jimin nods, his eyes automatically trailing down the latter’s arm till his fisted hand.

He halts a little in his steps when his gaze lends on the edge of the key that was fisted in Jungkook’s palm.

“Where did you get that?” He questions, his eyes fixed on the object he has seen Y/n carrying around with her all the time.

It was the key of the room they were told sternly not to enter.

Jungkook seems to tense up at his questions. “Oh this. I found this lying around in the kitchen. I’ll give it to Y/n in the morning.” Telling him that, he hurriedly puts the small object inside his jeans pocket.

Jimin eyes him for a minute and finally nods, pulling his eyes away from him.

“I’ll leave now. Goodnight.” Jungkook smiles slightly and turns around to leave toward his room.

Jimin glance back at the room and then back to the front again.

Why are some people so full of secrets?

He sighs and starts walking towards his room.

She’s safe and that is what matter right now.

He has to be careful now, even from himself.

-

“Unnie, it hurts.” Vi whines, rubbing an eye with her small fisted hand as the other held her favorite plushie close to her chest.

Y/n’s eyes softens and she reach out a hand to grab a hold of the little girl. “What hurts?”

“Everything.” The little girl mumbles, her lips trembling upside down as her eyes were halfway open.

The grown woman holds her closer to her body, her heart pinching in pain at the sight of her little sister’s condition.

“It’s alright, baby. You will get better soon. Let’s get you to bed, hm.” Y/n circles her arms tightly around her waist, ready to pick the little one up.

However, she halts at the words that leaves Vi’s mouth the next moment.

“I saw a dream.”

It was a soft mumble, almost a whisper but Y/n caught on.

Her brows instantly furrows. “A dream?”

When the little one nods, Y/n tries to go in further on the topic  "Mind telling me what it was about?“

Vi stays silence for a minute, as if collecting all the floating thoughts from many parts of her exhausted brain.

“I saw Jimin oppa.” She finally speaks, head tilting to the side.

Y/n’s frown deepens at the information.

'Jimin?’

“He was crying and a woman was lying on his lap and she was bleeding.”

Y/n listens carefully, her words echoing in her mind. “A woman..?”

Her expressions instantly change, many emotions hitting her at once.

'Another woman?’ Her mind screams again.

What was she expecting? Of course he’ll be crying for someone else.

She doesn’t deserve his tears. Not after what she has been doing.

The continues neglecting, the childish bickering and maybe all those glares she sent his way.

She doesn’t deserve him one bit. But then again, nor does he.

She blinks out of her daze and gulps the lump that forms in her throats.

She tries smiling at her and nods. “That’s just a dream, baby. Don’t bother with it so much.”

“But it felt so real..”

Y/n purse her lips. “A dream is never real until you make them. But that’s not possible cause you don’t seem passionate about it. Vi, i want you to tell me if you ever get a dream like this again.”

Vi’s half open eyes stare at her for some seconds before nodding away.

Y/n picks her up and adjust the little one on her shoulder. She then turns and climbs up the stairs towards her room.

“Let’s get you to bed.”

-

Y/n closes the door of Vi’s room after she succeeded on making the little one fall asleep.

It was hard. She was in pain and Y/n didn’t have the heart to keep her up even more so she had to sneak in some of her wolf instincts to make her fall sleep.

She drops her shoulders in exhaustion and stand there for a minute.

Everything was slowly getting hard and unbearable.

She didn’t know what to do. She felt like she was drowning, slowly, painfully and no one is there to save her, to get her out of that deep ocean.

“Y-Y/n.”

She’s brought back to her sense from a shaking voice from her side and she turns to look at the culprit.

She instantly frowns at the sight before her.

“Taehyung?”

-

Jimin jerks up from his bed again the same night, sweat coating him like usual.

He racks a hand through his hair and immediately hangs his legs out of the bed, going to check on the female who would not let him breath for a single second.

He saw it again, the same dream he had the other night.

Every details was the same, however this time, a hunched figure of a wolf bared his sharp teeth at them, it’s mouth dripping with red crimson blood.

He knew that figure, so well that even his bones screamed at him to cradle his mate closer to his chest to protect her from those dark intentions of many.

The light grey fur he was so used to seeing, he even knew how many hair that wolf had in his body by all the time he had spend with him.

This makes him fasten his pace even more, his legs literally running towards the door.

He release a sigh of relief the moment his eyes lands on the door and his wolf stretch his lower body over his front paws to ready himself to pounce at anyone who dare touch his mate.

Jimin place a hand on the door and lightens his ears to catch that one heart beat that sync with his and his only, or that softly inhaled breath that always made his own breath hitch in his throats.

He waits a second and another second, but to no avail, he hears nothing.

Horror immediately drowns on him, his face turning terrified.

He can’t hear anything, nor feel her presence.

She’s not inside.

He gasps, the air lumping in his air pipe and making it hard for him to breath.

The oxygen fogs up his mind, fear and horror taking over each part of his brain and like a mad man, he turns the corner, his shaking and unsteady figure lost as his brain only screamed one mission.

'Y/n Y/n.’

She is not in her room.

It’s past midnight.

This house is almost haunted and is located in between a thick forest.

Where the fuck is she?

“I’ll be better if you enter your rooms early. There are things here that are stronger than werewolves.” Her once spoken words echo in his mind and his mind lost all the control he had over it.

“No no no… Y/n… where are you?” He whispers, his legs stumbling in the open-air yet he continues his pace.

He lightens his sense, closing his eyes, he inhales a deep breath, searching for the scent that felt like home to him.

His wolf instantly perks up and growls out when he picks up the almost fading scent, the scent that only belongs to Y/n.

He twists around and sprint towards and up the stairs that led him to the second floor.

As he got closer, the scent got stronger and he finally picked up the heartbeat he was so mindlessly searching for.

He comes to a stumbling halt in the hallway and his eyes lands on the only two doors that were born there.

The one-room that belongs to Taehyung and the other room belongs to Vi.

His fist clenches tightly.

'No fucking way.’

Anger suddenly seeps from every pore of his body, the thought of his mate inside Taehyung’s, his oh so loyal friend room alone leaves him irritated and pissed.

His heavy steps walk towards the door, but he gets confused when he doesn’t feel her warmth even closed to his door, let alone inside his room.

He stares at the door in confusion as he walks past it.

'She’s not inside.’ A sigh of relief dare escapes his lips.

And now that only leaves Vi’s room.

He steps up to the door and without single care that other people were currently sleeping, his fist pounds harshly against the door.

Hair a mess, like the condition of his heart, he continues to pounds on the door.

He only stops when the door finally swings open and he only waits for a mere second to see that irritated expression on his mate’s face before he launches forward and engulf her in a tight bear hug.

Relief passes through him instantly when he finally pressed her warmth against him.

“Oh Thank goddess, you’re fine.” Jimin mumbles, stuffing his nose in her hair and inhaling a deep breath.

The female stays shocked, bewildered by the situation as she’s practically flushed to the male.

“Where were you?” He suddenly pulls away, grabbing both her shoulders as he sternly looks at her. “I was worried sick.”

His voice raises even more as he talked and she immediately shushes him. “What is wrong with you? Vi’s sleeping.”

Jimin releases a breath and racks a hand through his messy hair. “You were not in your room. You fucking scared me there.”

Y/n stares at him, annoyance flashing in her eyes but she stays silent, simply because the look in his eyes match the expression on his face.

As he said, he was worried and his eyes scream the same.

He places a hand on his hip before passing her a glance. She stares back at him silently and it wasn’t late when he pulled her in a hug again, only this time, it was gentle.

Y/n purse her lips, hands curling around his shirt as she freely let him squeeze her into himself.

She didn’t know what was happening. He was suddenly so clingy.

He had been for days. Constantly asking where she was, what she was doing and even to the point to who she was with?

Of course, these questions left her annoyed, but even she knew how it felt like to not have a single clue as to where your mate was and if they were safe.

However, he displayed his possession openly while she preferred to keep them inside her, only asking Jungkook or Jin and that is even in private.

No matter how much she doesn’t like him, the bond of the mate left even the bravest of the wolves whimpering in their mate’s arms.

“Jimin..” She whispers right next to his ear and regrets it the second moment she feels him shudder against her.

He pulls her even closer and she instantly puts her palms over his chest to pull him away. “Jimin… I’m alright.”

She whispers again but he doesn’t let her, squeezing her even further if it was possible.

“Jimin, I said I’m alright.” She forcefully jerks away from him, her brows furrowed as she stares at him firmly.

Jimin, for what she never expected, actually shrinks away from her gaze, his head dropping to the floor.

Y/n’s eyes widen and a pang of guilt instantly hits her guts at his state.

Her eyes soften at the sight of his dropped and defeated shoulders, and her fingers twitch as her wolf whimpers for her to provide comfort to her mate.

“I’m here and I’m fine.” She speaks, watching as his head perks up lightly at her words so she continues. “I was watching over Vi since she couldn’t sleep. I was about to go back to my room.”

Jimin links his eyes with her and Y/n just wanted nothing more than to look away.

She simply could not stand there and watch her mate, who she always saw as a man full of mischief, be in such a vulnerable state.

He blinks, his plump lips parting in relief and content that she was nowhere but inside the safe four walls of her home.

He nods slightly, gulping down the lump that has formed in his throats.

If he could, he would have asked her permission if he could watch over her while she slept as well, just like how she has been doing to Vi, but even he knew where his boundaries end.

He knew she won’t like that and because of that, he asks her anyways to put her off.

The aura around them needed to change and teasing her right now is the only way.

“Go to your room, I’ll watch over you while you sleep.” He clears his throats and tries to makes his voice appear heavy but all that comes out a whisper.

Y/n stares at him blank as if knowing well what he was up to.

“Go to your room, Jimin.” She shakes her head but a small smile appears in her lips at his attempt to cheer the atmosphere up.

Jimin purses his lips, trying hard as to not break into a smile himself as he watches her turn and slowly close the door of Vi’s room behind her.

She turns around again and directs him with her hand towards the hallway and he imitates all her actions, reminding her that he was the male between them.

Y/n rolls her eyes and turn around to leave the hallways, a now smiling Jimin trailing behind her.

Well… that was all sudden and changing.

And in all these moments and silence, both of them missed the lingering figure hidden away in the other darkroom in the hall before the door shut close.

-

Jungkook rests himself next to his fellow alpha, smiling in greet when the male turns to him.

“Are you bored or are you just bored?” The little one questions, swinging his leg in unison with the elder male.

The male next to him scoffs, pretending to be offended. “I am always bored here.”

Jungkook tilts his head to him, raising a brow as he smiles playfully at the elder. “Believe it or not Hyung, we all know you love being here. Especially close to Y/n.”

The male purse his lips to hide any emotion that passes his face at the mention of his mate and instead, works on rolling his eyes. “Who knew I’ll be such an open book when it comes to her.”

Jungkook chuckles, nodding his head as his eyes wrinkles adorably from the corners of his eyes.

If he weren’t born in the family of the greatest of alpha’s, his other choice would probably have been in a bunnies hut.

I mean, the man looks just like a copy of a rabbit.

“You might be forgetting even King Kang ripped his heart out of his chest at the wish of his lawful mate. He was what you call the definition of whipped.” Jungkook recalls the great old story they all have heard since young and fragile and Jimin smiles lightly at the thought of himself ripping his own heart out of his ribcage at the wish of Y/n.

Will he do that? He’s not quite sure at the moment.

“Hyung.” Jungkook’s voice breaks him out of his thoughts and Jimin instantly notices the seriousness that lingers in his voice now.

He hums, turning his head to the youngest to give him the attention he seeks for.

“Y/n is… right in many of her reasons. What I did not expect from you was the worse approach you did towards her in the beginning. She’s really smart. She would have understood your reasons if you told them to her.”

Jimin listens, eyes not blinking as he remembers all the moment from the start. The horror that filled her pretty gaze the moment she lifted her gaze to meet his for the first time till the moment she ran off, thinking she’ll be safe if she’s away from him.

The female just needed freedom, the right to decided for herself. And that is what Jimin did not want her to do.

He was her mate and the alpha at that. He wanted her near him, not away from him.

“I fully understand what you were expecting, Gguk. But life turned upside down for me too when she ran off. At the moment, I just decided that was the best approach.”

An amused laugh leaves the younger’s lips and Jimin turns to see him shaking his head in disbelief. “No Hyung. That was not the case, that was never the case. You knew you’ll have her in your possession. You just wanted revenge. Don’t name the filth inside you for Hoseok Hyung the hatred you have for her freedom.” His words were quite harsh, spat even as his brows furrow in an angry arch.

Jimin watches in amusement at the scene, his cheeks swallowing up in a smile he was trying hard to control.

Did he appear selfish at the moment? Yes. But did the words spat by the younger hurt him? Yes. Definitely.

Jimin tries to pray the situation off, rolling his now dropping shoulders up to appear unbothered. “You know nothing, Ggu–”

“I know everything.” Jungkook cuts him off immediately, causing the elder to bit his lips. “What is wrong with us? We were not like this. We were never like this, from the beginning. You even turned your back on Tae Hyung. Had a fight in the middle of the forest with Hobi Hyung when no one knew. Do you realize how upset Y/n will get after finding that out? She’ll dislike you even more.”

Jimin stays silence and calm, hearing the words of the younger buzzing his ears.

He can speak up, he can defend himself. But he can’t.

He always appeared like he had prepared every answer and every solution to each question and matter, but in reality, he was speechless.

He didn’t know what to say. He didn’t know what to do to.

He was completely and blindly lost.

No matter how much he tried denying all the words that left Jungkook’s lips in the past days, hearing them out felt like he was being hit by heavy bricks.

Cause for all Jungkook said and Jimin heard, they were all true.

But he had his reasons too. He was doing this for a reason and he won’t stop till he reaches the peak of his satisfaction.

“Taehyung has been getting too close to her lately.” Is the thing he whispers and Jungkook almost scoffs at his response.

After all, this is what Jimin always does, avoiding matters at hand.

“And you’re jealous.” Jungkook muses, going with the flow as he knew well how the elder was.

“Of course I am. She’s my mate.” Jimin admits without a single hesitation, like her being his mate was a big pride for him.

It was actually, a lot.

“You should sacrifice some, Hyung. Taehyung gave you something precious of him too. That’s some you can do for him in gratitude.” Jungkook mocks, head-bopping.

Jimin makes a face at his statement. “Where are they now?”

“They are baking. I don’t know how Hyung peruse her to do that. For all I have noticed, Y/n is quite hesitant towards him.” Jungkook informs, perking his lips out as he continues to swing his legs back and forth.

Jimin furrows his brows as a frown took over his lips.

'He just had to take that chance. Whatever she’s alone.’

“What you say, Hyung?” He turns his attention to the younger who’s eyes shined brightly in mischief. “Should we recall some memories?”

“Oh no.” Jimin twitches an eye as he picks up at what the younger was trying to say. “We are not doing that. At least not here.”

“Oh yes, we are.” Jungkook grins evilly, rubbing his hands together.

-

Y/n flicks the towel on her wet hair, body smelling fresh from the shower and skin shining from the thin sheet of droplets that still stick flushed against her.

She ambles towards the kitchen, her mind thankfully clicking the reminder in time to take the cookies out of the fridge that she had baked with Taehyung.

Yes, unbelievable. But she managed to get him to do some work other than him just staring at her.

Though no talk was made between them, Y/n was glad that he dropped the dark aura around him and she, for the first time, felt normal in his presence.

She enters the living room and walks towards the kitchen door while hanging the towel she used in one of the couch’s head.

Her eyes land naturally on the floor as her hand raise to open the sliding door but she immediately does a double-take at what greets her back.

Small little brown coloured crumbles lay on the floor, some lying flat while others dropped dead over one another.

Her brows furrow in confusion at the small sweet mess before her and before she could bend down to push away her confusion, she’s halted when her wolf ears pick up the small voices coming from inside the kitchen.

Her eyes flick up at the door and realization suddenly drowns on her. She instantly straightens her back and slides open the door.

She’s greeted with darkness and the whispers she has been hearing immediately comes to a halt.

Her hand raise towards the light switch and she turns it on the moment she feels the object in her fingertips, and what greets her in the light makes her mouth drops low to the ground.

Expecting to find Vi and Mira sneaking in to get some snacks from the fridge like this usually do, she’s left bewildered and shocked when she finds two grown males inside.

Two grown-ass males who were currently crouched down in front of an open fridge with their cheeks puffed from the cookies she made with Taehyung.

Their eyes stayed wide as if getting caused by their mother after doing something they were strictly told not to do.

Well.. this case was almost the same.

“Jungkook.” She yells in disbelief, a hand coming to rest on her hip as she stares hard at both the males.

“It was his idea.” The called male points his chocolate-coated finger at the second male with him, turning his back at the situation.

“Excuse me. This was your fucking idea.” Jimin turns threateningly at the younger, his cheeks pink and puffed from the sweet mouth-melting meal.

Y/n stares at both of them, her eyes screaming annoyance yet disbelief as she feels another presence entering the room from behind her.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” She heard Taehyung’s heavy voice whisper from behind and she would have long flinched away if she was not so shocked at the scene before her.

“Boys. Kids behaviour. Those took us hours to make.” She seethes out, eyebrow twitching and mouth turned into a scowl.

Jimin plops his butt down at the cold tiled floor, gulping down the cookie he was eating. He holds out a finger at her. “In my defence, the sweet smell of these cookies were driving me crazy and an alpha that I am never asking for anything. They take what they like and that’s what I did. And may I remind you, little wolf, you look ravishing with wet hair.” He grins at the end of his sentence as his sneaky hand trail over to clean them over Jungkook’s white shirt.

Y/n stares dead at them, not caring as Jungkook growls out at the sudden act of his Hyung. He stares down at his shirt, his hands shaking as he clutches his shirt like it was his mate.

“My shirt.” He cries out. And normally, the female would have calm his extra instincts down and offer a wash but at this moment, all she can remember are the sweat that fell from her forehead as she worked her way with the cookies.

“You piece of shi–” She halts herself before a colourful word could escape her lips.

Instead, she shut her eyes close, hand fisting as she takes a deep breath to push away the bubbling anger that was boiling inside her. “Patience Y/n, patience.”

She opens her eyes, finding both the sitting male and maybe even the third one behind her staring at her in amusement, endeared at how she worked her way out of the anger.

“No dinner for both of you.” She states stern and both the sitting male mouths fall into a pout.

“What–”

“No way, no dinner–”

She buzzed their complaints by turning around and pushing past Taehyung leaning figure behind her and out of the kitchen.

'It’s what they deserve.’

-

Jimin puts on the black jacket over his shoulders, filling in one of the sleeves, he adjusts the thick cover on his body to keep himself warm.

Mr Jung stood on his side, actions imitating the younger male as they prepare themselves to leave for the cold.

Y/n walks over to her mother who stood in one corner of the room, her eyes watching the two males.

“Where are they leaving?” Y/n questions cluelessly to her mother.

Her old woman sighs. “They are leaving to the mountains, to Jimin’s pack. His father was attacked by some locals and he’s not feeling well.”

The young female’s eyes snap up towards Jimin instantly, them softening in concern the moment she saw the heaviness in his eyes.

They look sad, exhausted even. His shoulders were dropped, clearly showing his disturbance over the situation.

She could also feel him. He was mourning.

Y/n turn to look back to her mother. “Mama, are you sure he’s just not feeling well. I can feel the storm inside him.”

Not noticing her slip up soon, her eyes almost pop out of their socket when she finally realizes her mistake.

Feel the storm inside him? Only a mate can feel his or her companions feelings.

Yes, they were each other’s mate but her parents didn’t know that.

They only knew that they were in a relationship. Thanks to Jimin himself.

Mrs Jung does not react much to her daughter’s mistake and nods away. “He is not..” Her words were just a whisper and it lits a fire of worry inside her daughter.

“Mama, what’s the matter? You’re not telling me something.” Y/n asks again, her brows furrowed.

'Or maybe everything.’

“The locals were hunters. They have been searching for Mr Park for a while. And once they finally did, they dragged him to the path of his death.”

The ground beneath Y/n crumbles away and she gulps. “Is he….”

“No, my child. He’s not dead….yet. He had wished to see his son. And I’m afraid, let the dead deaf at my words, if he did die then Jimin has to take over after his father.”

'Take over…’

“But he’s too young, mama.” She states in disbelief.

“He is. But his father also sat over the throne at a young age. And after all, Isn’t that what Jimin’s been preparing for?”

Y/n sighs in defeat. “He has been, with a passion that is.”

“And he has Hoseok in his side.” Her mother reminds, eyes still stuck to the males ahead of her.

Y/n almost flinch at her words, her mind remembering all the heated glares and bickers both her brother and her mate has thrown at each other. “Mama, if you haven’t noticed yet but these two don’t get along well.”

Her mother nods, her expression looking like she was fully aware. “Jimin has to. Hoseok is his beta and he needs him.”

Need?

That’s right. An alpha can never rule properly without beta and a mate.

“A mate can also provide much comfort. Even if he’s too young. He has to find his mate. Only she can keep the two separate.” Her mother speaks her mind and Y/n keeps on getting small behind him.

A mate, huh? If only she knew that her daughter is his mate.

Mrs Jung suddenly turns to face her daughter and her soft hand raise to rest over her cheek.

“I’m so sorry, my child. But you had to prepare yourself to separate. I’m sure you had this gone through when you two got together. Its time he tends to his mate.” Her mother’s sad eyes eat away all the hope inside Y/n and she was so tempted to just say it that she was indeed Jimin’s mate and that she didn’t have to be so sad for her daughter.

But all Y/n does is nod, even though she has thought out away, even before that.

She just couldn’t say it. She couldn’t.

The situation at hand was confusing.

Hoseok and Jimin had something going on between them. Taehyung was hiding something. All of them were hiding something.

The hidden glances were thrown her way confuse her. The door that has been locked for years has decided to open again and is still mysteriously opening. Vi started to sleepwalk again. Mira’s key was still lost.

All these happenings and actions drove her to the edge.

She was confused and wanted answers. But there was no one there to answer her.

She knew if she asks them, they will twist the answers and convert all of them in more hidden questions who’s answers were in the dark, lost themselves.

She glances up at Jimin and Jimin’s eyes instantly link with hers.

Right away, both break the contact and Jimin turn to slowly skip out of the door.

Just as that, Y/n also turns to walk away.

He’s leaving.

“I’m sorry.” She speaks inside her head.

And then, he answers.

“It’s okay, Y/n..”

And for the first time, he calls her by her name.

did i do it right? hope you guys enjoyed the chapter. leave lots of love in your way :))))

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[maddiesmt-morphina]

7 minutes in heaven - Chapter 11: About absences and flowers

##FIRST OF ALL, Don't kill me before reading the final notes.##

#

Erina had forgotten how enjoyable it was to spend time with her best friend and her cousin. Her laughter flowed easily as tension seamed to fade away from her body. The girls spent the afternoon plotting the best way to respond to Soma's bold message and encouraging Erina to invite him out on a date. The blonde was in the middle of a laughing contest with her cousin when they were interrupted by knocks on her door.

Erina got up to answer and ran up against one of the security guards assigned to Alice.

"Forgive me for the disruption, Erina-sama. But Mr. Kurokiba asked me, and I must say, very insistently, that I should deliver this tea to Miss Alice."

Erina turned away and looked at Alice with arched eyebrows.

"Seriously, Alice?"

"Oh my! Is tea time already?" The girl ran to collect what had been left to her. Feeling the comfort of the boy's presence in his actions.

"And Miss Arato, he also asked me to give you this."

"Hm? A note?"

It wasn't long before Hisako discovered that the note was actually an extremely detailed list full of things that Alice liked to do during the day. A schedule full of pampering and whimsy that she would perform without even blinking. Even because, Kurokiba had signed with trembling letters and possibly broken the pen in the process, since she could see the ink stain leaked.

"Kurokiba is very detailed, isn't he?"

"Hm ... I don't know what you're talking about. He only pays a lot of attention on his chores"

"He pays a lot of attention on you, doesn't He, Alice?" Erina can't help to notice.

"But of course! He is my aide".

"Sure"

"And this wouldn't be happening if you hadn't made this stupid dare, Hisoko!" Alice stopped halfway from taste her tea. She looked at her cousin's best friend and smiled wickedly. "But why we're talking about me? We need to talk about what Hisoko will wear! After all, you'll meet Hayama in what? two hours from now?"

"Oh my God! I completely forgot!"

"Hisako, did he give you any clue where he was going to take you?"

"Not exactly. But he mentioned that we would cook together again so I suppose he's thinking of something like that"

Alice rested her cup on the saucer and shot a critical look in the girl's direction. "This is not romantic at all. I expected more from Hayama"

Arato was extremely nervous about the comment. Her cheeks exploded in several shades of red and she could not make a decent response.

"No ... romance ... what? ... no ...I mean...what?"

Erina looked at her suspiciously. She had never seen her friend blush like that.

"I think what Hisako means is that the meeting between them doesn't have that purpose."

The girl who couldn't speak only shook her head several times. Her heart trying to regain its normal rhythm and a grateful smile began to form on her lips.

"However, this is no excuse for not getting dressed up for the event, isn't it, Hisako?"

"I ... I ... I suppose so, Erina-sama"

"Then let's begin this makeover!"

"MAKEOVER? Miss Alice, I don't think ..."

"Mou Hisoko! You're really want to go on a date with one of the hottest guy in Totsuki with this leggings and that hoodie of yours ?!

Alice felt the force of the two girls' gaze pierce her with curiosity and embarrassment.

"What is this all about? Where did you get that, Alice?"

"Oh my dear cousin, the list goes out every six months in the school newspaper. Just look at the gossip section.

"Ah, of course, the insignificant part"

"I wouldn't say that, because your beloved Yukihira is always in the top 10"

"WHAT?"

"Ah, but you don't wanna know about that ... it's very insignificant"

"ALICE!"

"Hm ... I think I've read this list once ... and if I remember correctly, Kurokiba was also on the list, wasn't he, Miss Alice?

"Of course he was. He always is. He is my aide! I didn't expect less."

"You seem proud of it, Miss Alice."

"Of course I do. Ryo's achievements are my achievements as well."

"But doesn't that worry you, Alice?"

"And why should I?"

"Well, having admirers of Ryo around shouldn't be easy. And he may well get interested in one of them"

"He would never do that."

"You never know, Alice."

"What do you want with this, Erina? Are you curious how to deal with Yukihira fans?"

"As if! I still think it's a miracle he's on that dumb list"

Alice even opened her mouth to retaliate, but the sound of an incoming message made the girls shut up and quickly check their phones.

Erina felt her lung fail. It seemed that the oxygen had been erased form earth.

Alice practically jumped off the bed, chasing the cell phone in her jeans pockets.

But it was Hisako who blushed as she found out that she had received a message from an unknown number.

UNKNOWN [4:20 p.m]

Arato, I hope you don't mind that I got your number with Kurokiba. I just wanted to confirm our date today. I'll be at the mansion at the appointed time.

Erina was still learning how to breathe again when she heard a startled sigh from her friend. Alice, who was clearly disappointed, also noticed the girl's behavior change.

"Has something happened, Hisako?"

"No Erina-sama, it's just Hayama confirming our date"

"And will you answer?"

"Oh yes, sure..."

"Tell him you can't wait for him to take you in his arms and ..."

"ALICE!"

"Miss Alice!" Don't misunderstand things! There is nothing between us"

"YET"

Hisako just rolled her eyes as Erina and Alice re-entered into a discussion about some subject that the girl honestly didn't pay attention to.

Arato Hisako [ 4:21 p.m]

Don't worry Hayama. I'll be waiting at the agreed time. If you don't mind, I'll also save your number i case we need to talk. Is there something specific that I should get ready for? Dress code perhaps?

Hayama Akira [4:22 p.m]

Nothing specific. Casual maybe. Be sure to bring a jacket. Maybe it gets chilly later

Arato Hisako [4:22 p.m]

Duly noted.

Hisako could spend the whole day looking at her cell phone screen and sighing unconsciously if it weren't for Alice's voice pulling her out of her peaceful moment.

"Hey, Hisoko! Did you find out where he's going to take you?"

"No. But he mentioned something about being casual"

"So casual it will be!"

The girls then headed to Hisako's room. Where they were helping the girl to dress up.

Erina felt light headed. Maybe she needed to spend time with them to forget the tightness in her chest. The one she felt every time she remembered him. She still hadn't reply the message. She already knew what to say ... she just lacked courage to do so.

It wasn't long before Hisako came out of the bathroom with her coral pantacourt adorned with white flowers on the bars, a white slim but not transparent blouse, and a jeans jacket on her shoulders. The color of the look mixed with the colors of the girl's hair and eyes formed a cheerful but elegant palette of colors. Her shoes weren't high but they were enough to shape her legs.

"WOW Hisoko! I won't blame Hayama if he turns out speechless! You are hot!

"Miss Alice!"

"She's not wrong, Hisako. But I wouldn't choose such vulgar words. You look beautiful."

"Thank you, Erina-sama." the girl blushed deeply.

The ringing of the mansion's bell announced Hayama's arrival.

Hisako took a deep breath and after another glance in the mirror the secretary went off to her arranged date.

#

Hayama was ready for everything. He had checked the weather, knew exactly where to take the girl who would accompany him out on this date, quickly searched the memory for the step-by-step schedule he had planned and thought nothing would get him off the track. It was then that the door opened and he felt lost. At that moment, Hayama discovered that he was ready for almost everything, except for the sight of Hisako perfectly tidied up in front of him.

Hisako's rosy eyes stared at the floor, her cheeks seemed to compete with the tonality of her hair and judging by the time he stared at her, she also seemed to be well aware of his presence. Hayama woke up from his own reverie when he heard her sweet voice asking if everything was all right.

"Ahh yes .. forgive me Arato is just that you ..." He looked into her eyes and felt his cheeks burn. She was beautiful and he was going to comment about it, but he chose to keep his opinions to himself. It was too early to rush that way anyway "Nevermind, shall we?"

She just smiled and walked with him. They talked about everything and nothing on the way to the place. Superficial subjects, own likes, complex themes. Akira was fascinated by Hisako's knowledge and her altruistic personality intrigued him. The truth is that throughout his whole life, Hayama had learned only the worst of people. Living on the outskirts of India, the boy became accustomed to seeing only two kinds of people: the pure evil and the indifferent. He was invisible in the eyes of the last and main target of the first, until he met Jun and then he came to consider the existence of a third type of person: gentle people. Coexistence with colleagues also made him wonder that that kind of people wasn't as rare as he thought it was. But never, at any moment in his life, Hayama came across with a person like Hisako. And that made her a new and rare type of person: the purely good one.

The thought made him smile. Discovering new types of people made him believe that the world that had hurt him so much had been left behind.

Her smile came off easily and he found himself wanting to be the motive behind it.

It wasn't long before they reached the garden at the back of Professor Shiomi's lab.

Hisako froze as she watched the totally tidy environment for a picnic. The checkered tablecloth that covered the floor and promised to protect them from the dampness of the earth and the grass, the basket full with fruit and types of breads, tea cups, a small teapot, and some kitchen utensils like spatulas and frying pans. Beside it was a small heap of wood. The promise of a bonfire that would soon protect them from the chill of the night.

"Hayama ..." She was surprised, but she couldn't control the small laugh as she realized that he had taken the promise, that they would cook again seriously. "You weren't joking when you said we would cook again"

He looked at her seriously. And she almost regretted what she said, were it not for the little curl of his lips, claiming that she had enjoyed the comment.

"I don't make promises I don't intend to keep, Arato"

His voice was heavy and calm enough for the girl to be able to fix her gaze for a long time on his lips. The boy offered her his hand and they both sat in the area destined for them.

#

The room was quiet. Nor did it seem that the two people who inhabited it had almost destroyed it a few hours ago.

"How it must be going Hisako and Hayama's date?" Alice asked aloud, not even taking her eyes off the fashion magazine she was flipping through.

"I think ..." Erina, who was reading an article about a new gastronomic technique, was interrupted by the gentle melody that now enveloped the room.

"Who else is playing the piano at this hour?"

Slowly, the notes began to make sense in the memory of one of them. And Erina watched her cousin drop the magazine as if it was on fire.

Alice swallowed hard when she recognized the piece that had so cradled her in the past.

"It's Ryo," she said with a sigh.

"What? How can you be so sure of that?"

"I know ... because this is my song." The voice seemed to be choked up, and it didn't resemble the strong, determined, and often stubborn girl she was.

" No, it is not. This is "Amore" from Ryuichi Sakamoto"

Alice just closed her eyes, shook her head in negative, and smiled at her cousin's innocence.

"When ..." She bit her lip. She didn't know if she should really share such personal memory with anyone else. She looked again into her cousin's purple eyes too curious to deviate from hers and resolved that she wouldn't deprive her of any detail of her life. She scratched her throat and continued, "When I was ten, I got really obsessed with learning ballet and to keep me company, Ryo always went to the balet classes with me. Despite hating dance he for some reason never complained about having to attend classes with me. During the disastrous 6 months of my attempt to learn ballet, Ryo never missed a single day. He was always on the side of the pianist who accompanied the teacher. And the day I gave my first pirouette he was there ... and that was the song the pianist was playing. I know because I got addicted to this song. It became my victory hymn that day."

The blonde watched the cousin's hands clench under the bed sheets.

"I think..." Alice let a small smile decorate her face and the tears hung at the edge of her gaze. "No. I'm sure. I'm sure he's trying to talk to me now. He's playing for me."

Erina felt her chest inflate. She was really thrilled with the story. And even more to witness a moment of vulnerability of her cousin. Something she thought didn't even exist.

"I don't get it Erina!" Alice's voice seemed to break through the sobs and the tears that now became frequent. "Why I miss him so much? Why did his absence hurts me so much?"

"Oh Alice ..."

Erina didn't know exactly what to do, but when she saw her cousin fall apart in a painful cry in front of her, she followed her instinct and hugged her tightly, letting the girl soak her sweater with salty tears as they listened to the painful melody reach her summit in a clear statement of affection and resilience.

#

Hisako had already lost count of how many French toasts they had made. She also couldn't remember the last time she'd had fun and learned so much. Hayama always surprised her, either by adding cardamom to the jasmine tea she prepared, or by teaching her the right way to grind black pepper, or even the simple act of looking into her eyes without ever leaving them.

She lost the track of time, he didn't. And when his watch signaled that the show would begin soon, he stood up and, again, offered her his hand. Hisako accepted willingly and noticed that this time he didn't seem to want to let her go. And so, hand in hand, they headed for the most hidden interior of the garden. Amidst several exotic plants, there was one that stood out and they stood right in front of it. It looked like a flower, still in its bud state.

"It must begin at any moment now"

Hisako didn't have time to ask, soon enougth a delicate scent began to spread through the place. The girl turned her attention to the plant and stared, astonished, as the flower that was once a bud, blossoming right in front of her eyes. The moon's rays made the white petals appear to shine, and gradually the flower revealed its beauty in a hypnotic and elegant dance. The fragrance became more and more evident and when the flower finally bloomed completely, Hisako couldn't help but notice the size of it. It bordered almost a foot, easily. She had never seen anything like it. It was the most exotic and beautiful thing she had ever seen. Well, actually, the second since the first one was currently holding her hand with a care never before felt by her.

"Hylocereus undatus, also known as the Night-blooming cereus, is a plant native from America. We received this species a few months ago. The fruit is extremely tasty, but what fascinate me the most is its flower"

"She's ... really magical."

"She reminds me of you.

"Hm?"

"The Night-Blooming only blossoms at night, and remains so until the first rays of the sun. She doesn't seem to want to compete with the other flowers. I suppose she knows that because she is extremely fragrant, larger than normal and more beautiful, she ends up threatening the existence of other flowers. What bird wouldn't want the pollen of this majestic creature? I think that's why she picks herself up in the morning. It gives space and leaves the opportuinity to bloom for those whose don't have half its beauty. And in the dead of night, when there is nobody to see it, it blooms. Beautiful, lonely, unique."

Hisako swallowed and shook the boy's hand. Tears filled her eyes. At last she understood what he meant by all that. After he belittle her a the autumn elections without even knowing her, after judging her by her altruistic personality, now he finally seemed to recognize her for what she really was. And in the end she just murmured as she smiled and met his eyes.

"Thank you"

#

#FINAL NOTES#

After 398420 years, here I am! I'm not going to apologize this time because I think you're tired of listening to my apologies ... hahahaha ... the truth is that somethings happened ... end of the year, travel, schedules, I kind of got married (Actually my boyfriend moved in) ...these things ... and also I'm a bit crushed by the manga (it's been 1 MONTH since the last time we saw Erina! THAT ABSURD TSUKUDA!) and this has me a little messed up at the time of writing ... (and also because I discovered a new shippe and now I can't get out of this life of reading todomomo (my hero academia) fanfics ... SOMEBODY SAVE ME!). But finally ... don't worry ... I don't plan to abandon this fic ... I already have some chapters planned and I really hope to post soon enougth ... meanwhile we're praying for Tsukuda to have mercy and toast us with better chapters in the future ... so I can get good chapter writing .. hahaha .. That's it people ! Thank you all for supporting me and for keep reading this. I wish everyone an amazing 2019 and don't forget to tell me what you think of fic! Reviews are always welcome!

See you guys next time!

p.s: I know that we didn't have much sorina in this chap but I needed to give a space to those beautiful shippes that are RyoAli and Akisako to shine .. I promise to make it up to you Sorina shippers and Takumegu shippers.

[sinner-min-bun]

❇️ Butterfly ❇️

Part: 1/?

Pairing: Jimin X Reader                      

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Don't look for me if we happen to cross paths at any point in this life. If you happen to hear my name, say you've never heard of it. Pretend you don't know me...no matter how hard your heart might ache from that love we once shared.

"I promise.." She cried her heart out, the tears she'd held back all poured down in sorrow. "....until then"

It's a promise both made long ago.  A promised sealed with a kiss, their last farewell.

As the result of their misfortune they couldn't cross paths yet.....

Yet he chose to interfere.

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______________________Butterfly_____________________

Mom have you seen my black sweater anywhere?, I can't seem to find it. Loud enough for her to hear me while scattering through shoe boxes, sweaters, dirty shirts, and pants inside my not so organized closet.

"Y/N, are you sure you didn't wear that old thing already."Mom yelled from the kitchen. Making me rethink the possibility of maybe I did wear it and didn't realize it. Or even worse, forgotten in school.

It wouldn't be the first time I did that but no I don't recall doing so.

"For once in your life let that old thing go

Y/N" she pleaded. As if that would make me get rid of it. It's not right since I grew to love it and wore it almost daily. Not to mention it was a gift...wasn't it?

Come to think of it. I've had it for so long, even I forgot the origins of that sweater. Whether it was a gift from my parents or a close relative even a friend.

"Nope nothing, can't remember how it came to be in my possession" I said, Lost in my own thoughts. Getting up the mess below my feet. I have no time for this right now, I'll just clean that up later. I ran down the stairs so quick I almost fell on my ass.

Good at least mom didn't notice.

"It's almost 8:30 Y/N, hurry or you'll be late for school..again!" nodding in disapproval of my previous late slips. Although I've explained. No reason is good enough for my mom.

"It's my last year of highschool, let me breath a little" I said rolling my eyes.

"Y/N when I was your age...."

I took a seat on the kitchen counter. "Oh no here we go again with that". Mentally face-palming myself.

"I was focused on my future and what I wanted to accomplish in life". Waving the empty spatula towards my direction. "There was no time to, what you teenagers refer to as chill and letting one breath"

I choked a little. Couldn't help but to laugh at my mom's awkward use of the two words, yes cringe worthy.

I took one last bite of my toast with nutella and got up from where I previously sat. Finally giving up. I gathered the last of my things.

Wallet ✔phone✔Earphone ✔

Quickly shoving them into my bag I ran out the door " Bye Mom see you later!!!....Don't forget I'll be meeting Jisu and Julia. Don't wait up" hoping my mom would catch all that in one shot.

"Y/N wait I need your help to get some things out from the A..."

**Door slams shut**

"Ash... there will come a day you'll need me, I just know it."

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Nothing but the usual day to day schedule. It was all boring jibber jabber here and there. From homeroom all the way to third period. Only looking forward to my fourth period.

Why you might ask....

"Well hello Y/N how's my favorite student doing", Mr. Park asked with a smile that could solve all the world's conflicts. His unique choice of hair color amazed every female in the entire school. Those fiery red locks only he could pull off. Not to mention  his angelic vocal cords causing me to melt everytime without fail.

"Same old thing, you know ...family problems" only loud enough for him to hear.

"If anything I'm here for you Y/N... Go take a seat" I nodded and slowly walked towards my seat, which is located in the back of the class. No I'm not one of those bad students. I just tend to bother with my talking and throwing papers and such.

I sat down next to Julia and Jisu my two best friends.

"Right on time.." Julia whispered as she was interrupted by Mr. Park.

"Everyone settle down, open up your books to page 201. Read then answer only questions 1-14, understood"

Yes Mr. Park everyone answering in unison.

Everyone around me had manages to get right on task unlike me. I couldn't seem to focus. My eyes would wander elsewhere. Drawn to that handsome man sitting on his desk checking some paperwork.

For a second our eyes met. Making me feel like we were the only two in this classroom. With a devilish smirk, he slowly bit his lips. I felt triggered the blood rush to my cheeks without warning. Immediately breaking eye contact.

"Focus Y/N, it's all in your head. He probably had a piece of food  on his lip" lying to yourself in order to forget what happened a minute moments ago.

"10 minutes left everyone, hand in your work before the end of class" said Mr. Park setting a timer on his table.

Shit, I'm nowhere near done. I can't get this done in 5 minutes! Giving up hoping for a miracle.

"Jisu....Julie did you guys finish" I muttered interrupting them from throwing small balls of paper at each other. To my surprise actually making them stop.

"Only up to number 9 Y/N"

"That's wayyy more than I got done, I stopped at 6" Julie said facing us with a sad puppy face.

"Awww, I know that face. That won't work on me Julie. Not anymore" Jisu closing her book and getting up to leave.

The bell rang. Everyone handed in their work. Okay almost everyone.

I couldn't afford a bad grade. This being my favorite class. Not to mention my mother . Ugh...I have to convince him somehow to let me finish the work.

Nervously getting up from my chair I was the last one there. Not a single soul in sight. The incident from earlier replaying in my mind.

I'm not all done with the work Mr. Park.

I-I was wondering if I can get a chance to finish it. Is it okay if I take it home??? Looking at the papers in my hand. Avoiding eye contact.

"Hmm...no"

"What!....but why!...why not... please Mr. PARK"

Let me finish Y/N, you can't take it home. It wouldn't be fair to the rest of my students.

But.....

"Yeah. But what" sounding more rude than intended.

Leaning close to my ear. I could feel his mint fresh breath on my cheek, automatically making me shiver. Holding my breath for what seem like hours until a sound left his lips.

"But for you, I'll do anything"

[dothewrite]

An old and homely grandmother accidentally summons a demon. She mistakes him for her gothic-phase teenage grandson and takes care of him. The demon decides to stay at his new home.

Sooo. I needed some practice after my writer’s block so I decided to write this random tumblr prompt and make it slightly bokuroo. Please don’t shoot me. Enjoy!

“Grandma, what the fuck.”

“Language, Tetsurou,” his grandmother scolds goodnaturedly.

Kuroo stares and stares and stares, because seriously, what the fuck, grandma.

“Hey hey!” The man beaming behind her waves a hand enthusiastically in greeting. “Nice house!”

“It’s uh, not mine.” Kuroo says awkwardly, and pats his grandma gently on the shoulder.

“Thank you, dear,” she also beams.

Why the fuck is everyone beaming, Kuroo thinks, what is so great about this. The attic is a bit of a steep descent, and at his grandmother’s age, she really shouldn’t be climbing up and down with those knees.

“I got it,” the man and his incredibly thick arms literally block the way when Kuroo moves to lend his grandma an arm.

“Right,” Kuroo grits. It’s my grandmother, he thinks viciously, but the guy looks so damn happy it’d be like kicking a puppy.

‘The guy’ is a bit of an understatement, to be quite honest. Maybe grandma’s just left her specs at the kitchen table again, but those weird horns- not to mention the black and white hair- are definitely not ‘guy’-like. They’re… evil-like, and Kuroo is really worried about his grandmother.

Those claws don’t look too comfortable either, but her thick jumper solves that problem. At least he’s got proper feet, Kuroo supposes, it’d be a bit awkward getting about with hooves.

“Satan?”

Surprisingly, his grandmother pipes up first.

“Oh Tetsu, I thought you weren’t religious!”

He blinks, because, once again, what the fuck, grandma. “I’m not.” He glances at the happy non-human, and rethinks his answer. “Okay, maybe just a little. Or maybe I’m just really into cosplay.”

“Oooh, so you’re a geek,” the dude sniggers, and Kuroo considers kicking him right down the stairs.

“Grandma,” he opts to say instead, “have you noticed that our guest has horns?”

She’s all the way down by now, and Kuroo’s gotta admit that this fellow has terrific efficiency when it comes to assisting the elderly.

“He’s always got strange hair, hasn’t he, Tetsu? I should count myself lucky it isn’t bright pink this time! Ohohoho!” His grandmother chortles, and the guy laughs along with her.

“Who? You two meet often?”

“Don’t be silly, it’s your cousin!”

“Grandma-”

“Isn’t he always wearing those terribly odd outfits? It’s hard to understand youth nowadays, but I suppose you can wear whatever makes you happy. I was thinking of clearing up the attic, and to think that I found your cousin up there already! Why didn’t you tell me he’d come by?”

“Well, I-”

“Be a dear and fetch us some water, would you? It was quite stuffy up there, and we earned a break.” She pats the guy fondly without looking, and Mr. Horns nods empathetically.

“It was pretty messy. It’s all cleared up now, though,” he adds.

Kuroo sighs. Maybe he’ll start going to church this sunday.

“Alright.”

With his height, it’s nothing for him to speed his way to the ground floor, and Kuroo waits in the living room with two cups of water and one glass of wine. He’s going to need that.

“Cousin’s sixteen, you know.” He points out when his grandmother finally pops her head around the corner.

Finally, she gives the man next to her a good long peer, and then sighs. “They do grow up awfully fast.”

“Not that fast, grandma.” This guy’s a good foot taller than his cousin, looking a good five years older too- around Kuroo’s age, if he’s to be honest. It doesn’t seem like it matters, however, and he hands both of them their drinks. The guy smiles his thanks, and Kuroo feels a tad blinded by the force of that smile.

Goths definitely don’t smile he wants to say, but his grandmother’s already moved to the kitchen and pulling out various vegetables out of their fridge.

“Your parents are coming home soon, so you two better come down later and help set the table for dinner!”

“Yes, grandma,” they both answer in unison.

Kuroo gives the guy the stink eye and drags him into his room the moment his grandmother starts to begin chopping.

“She’s not your grandma. She’s my grandma.”

“Yeah,” the guy grins, utterly unperturbed by Kuroo’s glare, “but I wish she was mine too. She’s really nice, isn’t she?”

“Well, yeah. She’s cool.”

“You still live with her?”

“No,” and Kuroo feels mildly offended at being taken for a teenager, “she’s living with my parents while her apartment is getting renovated. I’m just visiting for the holidays.”

“Oh,” the guy nods eagerly, “that’s cool.”

“Sure.”

The silence is very, very odd, and Kuroo fiddles with his fingers.

“Want a seat?”

“Yes, thanks.” The guy pulls out the chair from under the desk and spins around in it like a kid. And spins. And spins, and spins. It takes Kuroo several long seconds to notice that there is no friction or gravity affecting the chair in this very moment. He’s just spinning, like he’s in a vacuum or something. Inertia in action.

“So are you Satan?”

“Nah.” He’s still fucking spinning. “We’re chill though. He doesn’t like new places very much.”

“And you do?”

“Yeah! It gets boring sitting in the same place all the time. Besides,” he grins, and looks a bit mad doing it, “I get to meet people like your grandma, so it’s all worth the trouble.”

“...The trouble?”

“I say trouble, but it’s usually the summoner who has the most work. I just push my way through.”

“My grandma doesn’t know how to summon things.” Kuroo takes a good look at the spinning monstrosity. “Demons,” he amends, and it seems to be the right term when the guy brightens up.

“That’s me! I guess she must’ve knocked the right thing over, ‘cus there was definitely a summoning circle just waiting to be completed up there.”

“What the fuck. What kind of weirdo lived here before my parents?”

“Dunno,” the guy shrugs. “My name’s Bokuto, by the way. Nice to meet you.”

“Will you take my soul if I tell you my name?”

Bokuto grins and stops spinning. “Only if you barter it away. I can’t do shit without your consent.”

Kuroo nods. “I’m Kuroo.”

“Hey, sounds like a name of a demon.”

“Yeah, well maybe we should switch places,” Kuroo says drily, “seeing as you’re so happy with my grandma.”

“She’s nice.”

“Yeah I know.”

They sort of sit and stare at each other for a bit before Bokuto starts to crack up, and Kuroo follows until his sides hurt.

“What the fuck is with today,” Kuroo gasps between laughter. Bokuto has a nice laugh, his mind supplies helpfully, like rich chocolate with citrus flavouring.

“You’ve got a nice laugh too,” Bokuto says.

“Wha-! Stop that!”

“Sorry!” He actually looks chastised, and but Kuroo’s heart is still beating a mile a minute. From fear? From embarrassment? ‘Tis a mystery for the ages. “I just do it by accident, kinda like a reflex.” Bokuto lowers his head until he’s looking into his open palms. “I’ll try not to do it again.”

“I- yeah, it’s okay. It’s just kinda… privacy, y’know?”

“Mhmm,” Bokuto nods, still deflated.

Kuroo sighs. He reaches out with his foot and drags the chair closer to where he is on the bed. Bokuto doesn’t seem to notice that he’s moving, oddly enough.

“I don’t hate you or anything, you don’t have to sulk.”

“Okay.” Bokuto looks a bit less miserable, and Kuroo wonders what he must’ve been told in the past for him to have such a big reaction. He doesn’t ask. “I meant it,” Bokuto adds slowly, “you do have a nice laugh. If I’m chocolate, then you’re cake. Or a really big cat.”

“Oh, er, thanks.” Kuroo blushes violently, and once Bokuto looks up enough to see it, he does too.

Two dudes, just, sitting in a small room, blushing at each other. Kuroo clears his throat nervously.

“It’s uh, we should get going, it’s almost dinner-”

“Kids!” His grandmother’s voice floats through the open doorway. “Start getting your bums down here!”

Kuroo gets to his feet, and Bokuto follows.

They reach the top of the stairs and before Kuroo takes the first step, Bokuto reaches out and tugs him back by the sleeve.

“You- do you mind me being here?” Bokuto asks, his sharp teeth worrying his bottom lip. “I know I just popped up out of nowhere, but if you’re uncomfortable then I can go, I don’t mind. If you don’t wanna share your grandma, that’s okay too.”

Kuroo twists his arm so his fingers run lightly over Bokuto’s hand.

“I don’t mind. It’s just not everyday I meet demons out of my attic.” Bokuto begins to smile. “If you’re staying, you’re welcome to share my room. We can watch something, or… something…” Kuroo finishes weakly, feeling more embarrassed than he’s been since prom night years ago.

“Okay,” Bokuto looks much happier already. He hops forwards with a little jump and scarpers down the stairs. “Race you down!”

“You cheated,” Kuroo hollers and throws himself down after Bokuto. They tumble messily into the living room where his grandmother is putting the finishing touches on her fish.

“There you two are.” She turns around to face Bokuto, waving her spatula in the air. “I forgot to ask, dear, is miso and seafood alright with you? I’m afraid human meat is hard to find at a moment’s notice.”

“Miso’s fine,” Bokuto answers happily.

She nods, satisfied, and adds some salt to the mackerel.

Kuroo breathes in deeply. “What the fuck, grandma.”

[kevoreally]

#BuffyAt20 - S03E05 “Homecoming”

AND HERE WE ARE! I am finally caught up on #BuffyAt20 with this liveblog! Very exciting. Season 3, Episode 5, “Homecoming.”

> It’s weird to see these kids talking about something normal like a dance. Not funny weird. Weird weird.

> Why is Willow talking about this being their “last homecoming” as if they’ve ever been the types to celebrate homecoming? (Didn’t Cordy almost get Bride Of Frankenstein’d at last homecoming or something?)

> Is it homecoming or Homecoming? I’m not going to get it right, that’s for sure.

> I actually don’t think going in Oz’s van is the dumbest idea. It's at The Bronze, not The Plaza.

> Why are they talking about a limo for homecoming anyway?? Is this a thing? I thought that was just Prom. And yet I remember no mention of a limo once we get to the actual Prom.

> Wow, in a rare instance, Cordelia’s tactlessness is actually useful. I mean, she’s not calling out Scott in defense of Buffy so much as from a complete lack of social awareness, but it still proved useful.

> “The judge will accept that as a yes.” Bless Oz forever.

> Okay, Buffy is still a little zoned out, but she’s a fairly decent girlfriend in that first scene.

> Was that Angel dramatic curtain pull really as intense as the music tried to tell us? Probably not.

> I actually loved and still love the “Buffy hiding Angel” arc. I think it makes a lot of sense. I think it could’ve been better executed at times, but I still enjoy it more than, say, XILLOW.

>This smash-cut to the break-up is actually almost laughable. Who wrote this one? … Written AND directed by Greenwalt? Huh.

> This was such a weird three-episode arc, this Scott Hope thing. We literally never see him again after this episode, and he’s only mentioned again I think once in Season 7.

> He barely gives a reason for dumping her! YOU AGREED TO GO TO HOMECOMING WITH HER LAST NIGHT! What a chump. You can do better, B.

> Woof. The Twins. Hello, boys.

> Them watching her is such an interesting note to close the teaser on, because it still yet doesn’t give away any of the SlayerFest stuff, you just think “assassins.”

> No, seriously, every week this theme song gets me.

> THE MAYORRRRRR!!!!!!!

> Also Deputy Mayor Allan. Love him. Was he Deputy Mayor? I suppose I’ll be reminded soon enough.

> The germophobe stuff was such an odd and interesting quirk to add to this villain.

> “Dirt. And germs. And mayonnaise.” This performance, man.

> “You have all my faith.” HA!

> It’s cute that these senior portraits were used in the “official” Sunnydale High Yearbook. (Which I own, of course. (It’s… not great.))

> “Open to all mankind.” There’s that slut-shaming again.

> Xander actually does occasionally show emotional concern for Cordy and it’s… almost nice? But then this is the episode where he starts cheating, so… nvm.

> Eddie’s friend Nicole on #FreshOffTheBoat looked just like Faith and I loved it.

> See, and now here Buffy and Faith are talking about being sexually empowered. Isn’t that so much nicer than slut-shaming?

> UGH, the scene where Buffy’s favorite teacher doesn’t know her. I feel this too hard.

> I find it hard to believe any teacher has not heard of Buffy. THAT NAME ALONE.

> Also hard to believe there’s no make-up dates for senior portraits. And seriously? When Buffy didn’t show up after Cordy said she’d get her, no one else went?? 🤬

> “just because you were Guacamole Queen when you were three” - is that in response to Buffy saying she was Fiesta Queen a moment ago, when Cordelia wasn’t present?

> Yeah, my IG post had me wonder if Buffy should’ve backed off, since this is all Cordy has, but no. This is actually great. I root for Buffy all the way. Go for blood.

> "...and whatever the hell you are, my brother. You got them  spiny-looking head things. I ain't never seen that before." "I am Kulak, of the Miquot Clan." "Isn't that nice." Loool.

> “Ladies, gentlemen, spiny-head-looking creatures.” Seriously, Mr. Trick was great.

> OH NO, IT’S HERE. The dreaded Xillow.

> Seriously, can I just blackout during this?

> There’s even a soft pop hit playing in the background. STOP TRYING TO BE #DAWSONSCREEK.

> I’m sorry - eighth grade COTILLION? WHAT? (Meanwhile, I was in seventh grade when this aired.)

> Xander asking Willow how far she and Oz got is only inappropriate because of what comes next. It would’ve been so nice if they could’ve been comfortable opposite-sex friends who could talk about those sorts of things.

> This whole scene is so painfully awkward. Who actually wanted this? STOP DANCING.

> Okay it’s over bye, bye, byeee.

> This whiteboard reminds me of #CabinInTheWoods

> Okay, Buffy. Like. Why do you think anyone is going to laugh at you making fun of Cordy? We all know it’s beneath you.

> “A lot of people came to my welcome home party.” “They were killed by zombies.” “Good point.” HA.

> Okay, you know, Willow and Xander’s guilt pushing them to work harder for Cordy almost makes it worth the moment in THIS episode. But its continuation after this is just dumb.

> Like. At the very least, can’t Willow let Buffy see her database too? Wtf?

> “As Willow goes, so goes my nation” is something I say a lot, except with Nico.

> I straight up thought Buffy was just drinking directly from a bottle of wine just now.

> I like this song during the compaign montage. And hey, it’s Fastball! https://youtu.be/e97XbcKy8ZU

> I liked the Lisa Loeb song from earlier, so I may as well link to that too: https://youtu.be/NDdivQ8n5Ug

> Aww, it was so nice of the promo department to lend Buffy a headshot to use for her campaign posters. 🙄

> Remember last week when Scott’s two oldest friends were both killed, including one by the other? And we were supposed to, like, feel sympathy for him?

> How long is this campaign going on for? Where is Buffy getting the funding for all of this?

> WHY WOULD WILLOW *NOT* HAVE SHOWN BUFFY THE DATABASE? Sigh.

> JONATHAN!!!

> Cordelia only gave Jonathan $6? Even in 1998, that was nothing. At least make it $10!

> Vulcan Death Grip - that’s not the right name, right? I feel like even I know that one.

> “is that any more tacky than your faux ‘I’m shy but deep’ campaign posters?” “...yes.” Ha. And, yes.

> ”How can you think it’s okay to talk to people like this?” SERIOUSLY, BUFFY. I’m finding it hard to understand how liking Cordelia at this point in the series.

> Like right here. Cordelia *purposely* goes to physically push Buffy, assuming the Slayer would never push back. The moment Buffy actually defends herself, Cordelia calls her “sick.” That’s uncanny.

> Okay, “vapid whore” wasn’t great. But. ...Y’know. 🤷🏻‍♂️

> For real, I still keep expecting it to turn out there’s some kind of horny homecoming ghost that’s going to be revealed as the source of this Xillow nonsense. But no. Never.

> “I’m talking about us.” Loooool, of course you are, Willow. Watch out for anvils, everyone…

> “The limo was not cheap, work it out”? What the fuck? 🤭🤣

> Okay, but for real, the setup here of how Cordelia came to be mistaken for Faith? I actually do find that amusing. And it was 1998, so you could still just barely get away with the Germans making that mistake without saying, “Okay, but all that tech and they got it wrong?” It was a magical time.

> Their dresses are gorgeous and timeless, by the way. And the color scheme evokes thoughts of #TRON for me, that orange and almost-teal green.

> Omigod, it’s a TV in the woods, hooked up to a VCR. Maybe it wasn’t such a magical time after all, haha.

> I want a SlayerFest T-shirt.

> I vividly remember “She’s a Slayer, I’m a Homecoming Queen” from the commercials.

> Faith just hanging out at this dance is so cute. There weren’t nearly enough stories with Faith actively involved as a good guy.

> I haven’t ever listened closely to “She Knows” by Four Star Mary, I don’t know how much sense Oz writing it for Willow makes, but believe I’ll be looking into it before I blog it.

> Giles psyching out Willow and Xander is friggin’ adorable. I love that Giles starts to loosen up this season. Is it a response to seeing the change in his returned Slayer? Hmm.

> I love Buffy just lobbing a bear trap at someone.

> I can’t tell if the hunter is cute. I wanna say mostly. I wonder if this was supposed to be Whats-his-name from “Phases”?

> Okay, it’s vindictive, but Faith’s revenge on Scott still makes me giggle. What?? That was a very unceremonious dumping.

> And we never saw Scott again. Who was his date anyway? What became of Scott after this? Other than, y’know. Gay.

> Giles is so on point in this episode. He’s fun and caring and charming. What a wonderful highlight in a lot of mess.

> Omigod, I almost forgot about Cordy’s spatula.

> Hm. This making Cordy realize she loves Xander is… interesting.

> And then her fortifying after Buffy goads her - and being smart enough to recognize that’s what she’s doing. Huh.

> Oh wait, she forgot to mention the telephone, nevermind, she still dumb.

> “No, this is better, for - oh.” Ha, tho.

> Buffy is leaving a voicemail on Giles’s landline. Lol.

> The spiny demon offering to cut off the hunter’s leg is actually kind of a nice gesture. New OTP.

> Wait, Buffy’s voicemail actually went through? Interesting.

> “I spent a year’s allowance on this dress.” And the muffins?

> Loving Buffy’s “pick up a yearbook and prove I went to high school” speech here, tbh. Writing and performance.

> How did this guy not just turn around and stab Cordelia while she was swatting him?

> “Cordelia, the spatula.” Haaa.

> This tech is some real #VRTroopers-looking shit.

> How have I not yet mentioned the Gorch reappearance here? And how much I love it? So fun.

> Wow, Buffy goes down hard when she gets hit with that stand. Damn.

> I do sort of love Cordelia talking Gorch into fleeing. He’s just stupid enough for this to work here.

> “I don’t recall them mentioning corsages” - that’s what tips them off? Sigh.

> “I need some wet toilet paper.” “Yeah! That’ll help.” Okay, lul.

> NOOO, goodbye, hot German twins! RIHotness.

> Seriously, cute plan tho, making them fire on each other. I wonder if their Dad/Handler ever got his money. Also, so like, what happened at school the next day, with this shot-up wall?

> The Mayor immediately offers his hand to Mr. Trick, that’s endearing. He’s a very endearing villain.

> “This is a very important year for me.” “Election year.” “Something like that.” Snerk.

> “The children are our future. We need them. I need them.” Like, does he mean ‘to eat’ here? I don’t think so, actually. He talks in Season 4 about having a children’s museum dedicated to himself.

> HA, SEE, I KNEW IT: “long story,” “got hunted,” “apparently not that long.” And also written by David Greenwalt. Gotta watch those, brother!

> Oh hey Devon!

> This scene does completely make me laugh still, not gonna lie. When he’s switching the crown over the two winners’ heads and our girls just walk off. Classic.

Speaking of classic - next week, a very classic episode, with another character reappearance, “Band Candy!” Looking forward to it. Especially now that I’m finally caught up! :D :D :D