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babytaes · 3 years

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afterglow

➳ summary: You, too, lived in a colorless world, trying to connect with it. How long would you have to wait for that one to brighten it up and let you see the real world?

❥ pairing: wonwoo x female reader

❥ genre: angst, fluff, kinda soulmate au.....?

❥ word count: 7k (sorry, mans is my bias and I had to ;)

❥ warning: mentions of death.

➳ part of the song series

↳ Imagine a world like that,

We go like up 'til I'm 'sleep on your chest

Love how my face fits so good in your neck

You had a twin brother who was everything to you. Everything was always you two, from the endless amounts of laughter to the sneaky efforts to take Christmas cookies early in the morning.

With him, everything seems to be so colorful; in your lifetime, everyone was given a companion who may be a friend, sibling, or lover. It was simply something that you treasured. As a result, the alternatives were numerous.

You had no idea how much his life meant to you. He was your second half, and now you'd been split in half, with one gone and the other remaining.

Months passed, and your relationship with him became increasingly dimmer and dimmer. The brilliant hues faded in and out, with black and white patches becoming more prominent.

That awful day, unfortunately, was the last time you saw color. His light had faded from the world, and all that was left was black and white.

With him gone, your entire life seemed pointless, even your day-to-day existence. No splash of color to brighten things up.

“Y/N, I'll never forget you, big sister. Thank you for the enjoyable and considerate memories, and don't let this stunt your growth, please do that for me. As the beeper went off, he began to cough incessantly.

“Helpppp anyone.” As your parents draw you back into their arms, you hear many doctors rush into the room.

There was nothing they could do; his hue had vanished from this world. When you opened your tear-streaked eyes and examined your hands, you noticed that the formerly vivid cream palms had turned gray.

As if all colors were abruptly bleached out of the world, revealing a universe of whiteness—the rainbow, flowers, trees, and art, everything freshly bleached and pearled. The last vestige of color had vanished from your life, and you had been broken since then, heartbroken over the loss of your dearest friend.

“Y/n, hey you're good, we could use your help.” As you glanced to the side, you noticed that one of your employees had just spilled some water from the mop bucket.

As you approach their side, you assist them in mopping up the mess while sweeping aimlessly across the floor, making sure to get every spot. Due to your new life of no color it reflected on your life emotionally.

As the days passed, you became increasingly depressed and unmotivated. There wasn't a single day when you didn't feel mopey or lonely. It wasn't like anyone could help me; it was just the challenge of living a life without color.

Although you sincerely desired to overcome this phase of your life and simply find the right person to fill that void, life did not work in your favor at the time. Everyone around you seemed to be looking for or had already found their "person."

All you wanted was to find the person who could restore your hope and love, which had been taken away when your brother died. Your parents did everything they could to assist you, including setting you up on strange and ineffective dates that just added to your unhappiness.

Nobody could replace that color that your brother provided for you, or maybe someone could?

"I'm off," you remarked as you pulled off your apron and clocked out in the back. As you stepped out the door, you heard a flurry of goodbyes before closing it behind you.

The world never shifted when the clock struck five.

As you strolled down the crowded streets, the sky before and above you remained grey, never letting up that cloak of shade. A melodious music gradually pours into your ears as you go down the bustling sidewalk.

You follow the dazzling yet tranquil sound of the guitar aimlessly as you imagine music notes flying through the fall air. You cautiously open your tired eyes and spot the crowd to figure out where these tunes are coming from.

Looking up, you spotted a swarm encircling a male, but you couldn't tell who it was. However, it was the music that drew you in; you'd heard that melody before. Even if you weren't musically inclined, you could hear that tune anywhere.

It was his, the one he wrote for you.

You dashed outside to see your brother strumming a tune on the grass with his guitar. Your brother possessed a talent for music. It is a condition that many people are born with, and you were fortunate that your brother was one of them.

He didn't go a day without making up or humming something he'd learned. It was frustrating to hear it every day, but it was still lovely to witness his enthusiasm for it.

“Hey, what are you cooking up this time?” As he began to strum the guitar, he turned around and grinned at you. You couldn't understand what he was mumbling, but it sounded lovely as his fingers casually slid across the strings.

“I don't have the lyrics yet, but I'm sure they'll come. You laughed and nudged his shoulder.

“Just don’t go play at 3 in the morning. Okay?”

“It's not my fault that's typically when the inspiration comes,” he grumbled as he rolled his eyes.

As you raced away from him, you swiftly took his guitar, saying, "Well, I guess that inspiration will have to wait." He leapt from his seat and dashed towards you, yelling your name.

You had no idea that would be his final song; you regret not listening to the finished product; you never knew if he finished it. However, when you got closer to the enticing sound, you observed a young man strumming a guitar, and your ears perked up.

A slender man with long fingers and a quirky side smile, perhaps a musician, delicately touched a golden acoustic guitar, playing her ever so elegantly. You stand there, enthralled by the song, as his hands strum and tug the steel strings of the guitar. You take a cautious step closer to him in order to get a better look.

Allowing the music to take control of your body, you take a deep breath and allow an ounce of hope to creep in. From miles away, the formerly lovely and alive girl could be seen racing to you as you opened your arms to her.

You tried desperately to reach her before she vanished into thin air. The glint had disappeared. As you slowly open your eyes, you notice the man stop playing and gazes up at the audience.

As a smile crept across your face, the edges of your lips began to curl up. You'd forgotten what a smile looked like; you hadn't seen one in a long time, and it just felt natural. Even though he was gone, you could sense his presence. As you began to back away from the mob, tears began to flow freely from your eyes.

As you faded from his view and moved away from the crowd, the boy cast a peek at you. You swear you saw a glimpse of color rushing through your orbs, even if it was just for a split second. You couldn't tell if this was a joke or a new experience for you because you were more terrified than excited.

Could you trust that vision? Would they leave your life like he once did or would they stay? (IT)

Although you wanted to stay and figure it out you had somewhere to be and you didn’t want anyone to waste that special time.

(1 hour later)

Opening the rusted gate and looking at the wrought iron fences sends shivers down your spine as you are whisked back to that tragic day.

As you headed towards the pit, a crack formed in your heart. As they lowered his casket into the black abyss, the steady steps of feet carried it there. Countless shadowy figures form a procession, speaking in unison to pay their respects to the one you cherish. Your inner essence is corrupted by despair, and your heart bleeds like a river inside. Nothing could ever make you feel better.

As they began to fill the hole with dirt, tears welled up in your eyes, prompting you to lower your head. He didn't want you to be sad; he knew his time was coming to an end, yet he felt so safe in his final days.

He wasn't going to abandon you; he'd promised you that he'd left you something to aid you along the path. Even if that were the case, you never discovered it after four years. You rummaged through his room and tore it apart.

You quickly recognized that he was either joking or that the drug had taken effect in his brain and he was talking gibberish. In any case, you made a pledge to visit his grave every day from that day forward to keep him company and to keep yourself sane.

---

Clutching onto your bag, the leaves crunched beneath your feet as you peered about. You see specks of people strewn throughout the cemetery as you hear some speak in low whispers. It didn't take you long to find his gravestone.

You noticed the dead flowers drooping over as you took them out of their vase beside the tomb. Replacing them always brought joy to your heart as the sight of a fresh bouquet of flowers brightened the somber ambiance, which contrasted with the mold-infested tomb.

Taking out your cleaning supplies and speaker, you start working on his tomb while listening to his favorite music. As you hummed along with the song, your soft-bristle brush softly scrubbed the headstone in an orbital motion from bottom to top, carefully avoiding the fissures.

As you finished the soap, you began to rinse the stone as dirt and debris began to fall off the tomb. Although you couldn't determine if everything was off, you could plainly see the phrases and symbols, which was a good hint to stop cleaning everything off.

You wanted to do more for him and not leave any dirt on the surface. But because everything was gray, you couldn't tell, which made you sulk as you put down your brush. As you check the clock on your phone, you exhale a sigh of relief.

7:23p.m

Looking around, you noticed the stragglers had dispersed, leaving you alone as you gazed up at the sky.

“I hope the sunset looks beautiful today, I do miss it.”

The late evening sunset was the one thing you missed more than your brother; you had always admired how everything just flowed and fit together in the evening sky. It's almost as if someone began painting and simply let their hand float through the air.

As you turned to face his tomb, another smile appeared on your face, prompting you to go into your bag for something. As you placed down a cup for you and him, you chuckled at the bottle revealed beneath the sky.

“Lucas, here's to another day. It's been difficult in recent years, but today was a good day. I sensed your presence through the music of some random person; it was strange, but I'm glad I was there to see it. So thank you,” you say, raising your shot glass in the air and taking a sip.

As you heard a voice, you wiped a stray tear from your face.

“I'm sorry for bothering you.”

“Shit, what the hell,” you cursed the dark figure, startled and terrified. Who is there? As you squint your eyes at him, a male emerges from the shadows.

It's him.

----

You cough as you stand up and face the nameless man, he extends his hand as his glasses slide down his narrow nose, “Hi I’m Wonwoo.”

You take his hand in yours and shake it slowly, his grip firm until you let go.

“Hi..wonwoo? “I'm Y/n.” As the boy grinned at you, your voice was barely audible.

He takes a careful step alongside you and sits down close to your brother's grave, placing a case beside him. As you enlarged your eyes and sat down next to him, still observing him, the atmosphere felt reassuring but strange.

“I apologize for startling you; I didn't know that you were there. I’m not sure if your brother mentioned me but I was his friend, we used to write songs together.” As he turned to face you, you noticed the tall man attempting to cross his legs.

You shook your head as you began to gather your belongings, unsure of who this man was. For all you knew, he may be lying to you, so you needed to get out of there as soon as possible. You rose up and began walking away after securing the zipper on your backpack.

“Wait, you don’t have to leave. I can come back another time. I am truly sorry if I interrupted anything."

“No, it's fine,” you say with a shake of your head and outstretched hands.

“Are you sure?”

You walk away again, nodding your head as you hear his voice and a familiar tune.

You came to a halt in your tracks as you slowly turned around to face the boy after hearing a faint melody. As your ears perked up, you heard a low voice.

‘I stand still before you before me. I’m okay, not okay..” The lyrics faded out as you started to find your bearings again as you made your way out of the cemetery. As you stepped toward the road, you strapped your bag on, making sure you had everything you needed.

A girl out on a walk is something you can see every day, yet you were unique. You walked as if you and the road had reached an agreement, as if the concrete was more than eager to support your feet.

The road understood you.

*Ping*

The light of your phone lit up as you clicked on the message.

Mom: Hey sweetie, I dropped off some food at your apartment and did some tidying up. Get home safety.

You: Thanks mom.

Her message brought back memories of days when you and her would cook together and simply bond over the end result. You missed it. Because you live in different places, you don't get to see your parents very frequently, yet they always made time for you.

I wish you could do the same; home is just too much for you to stomach, and you'd rather avoid it.

You reach the corner street after a few more steps, ready to begin your one-mile trek home. As you look back after exhaling a sigh, you hear rumbling on your feet. An automobile approached you, its bright headlights blazing directly at you.

You shifted to the side, squinting your eyes at the sight, and wonwoo greeted you again before you realized it. He grinned at you with his dazzling whites as he bent his head down.

what is with this guy?

Hey, hop in, I'll give you a ride. It's becoming late, and I don't want you walking through here.” As you took a step back, wary of the stranger, he moved his hand closer to you.

“Um.. No-no I’m okay. However, thank you.” As you heard his engine trailing behind you, you began to walk faster. He followed you for a few seconds longer before you came to a complete halt and stared at him.

Through the windshield, you could see him smirk as he waved his hand to you.

“It'll be a lot faster, and if you're worried I'll kidnap you or anything, don't fret. I'm allergic to cats, and I'm a cat person myself. As a result, I assure you that I will not harm you. I just wanted to help a friend.” You moved over to his car, smiled a little, and hopped in, securing yourself with your seatbelt.

“If you do anything I have some bleach and I’m not afraid to use it,” he chuckled at you as he started the car and proceeded to exit the cemetery.

“You’re funny.”

As you gave wonwoo your address he proceeded to drive out of the rural neighborhood as you put your head on the window. You didn't realize it at the time, but you could feel his penetrating glances.

The car was quiet as the low sounds of music vibrated through the car. When you weren't driving, car journeys were the best since they enabled your mind to fantasize and paint over the enormous landscape you were seeing. That haven you built in your imagination calms you and makes you feel protected. The place where you may get away from reality.

As soon as your eyes close for the night, you hear him humming a familiar tune. Rather than remaining silent, you begin a conversation with him, inquiring as to how he learned the song.

“So how did you meet Lucas?” As he laughed, he cast a peek at you.

“Well, I met him at a college party a long time ago and discovered he makes music, so we used to meet up at a friend's studio and just create.” You lightly chuckled as a tear fell down your face as you nodded your head.

It was good to hear other people talk about your other half; it was almost as if he was there with you right now.

You were worried when he gave you brief glances since his eyes were off the road, but as he spoke, you felt protected because he spoke highly of your brother.

“Well, I'm not sure if he mentioned you, but the last song we were working on was one he wrote for you, and he said it was a gift.” As you turned to face him after hearing that final statement, your eyes widened.

“He—he said those exact words, a gift?”

As he rounded the corner and approached your apartment complex building, he shook his head. You could see his shoulder resting on the window sill as he put the car in park.

You hesitantly walk out of the car, stuttering as you gather your belongings, and turn to face him.

“Thank you for the ride; did Lucas mention anything else about the song?” “He wasn't quite finished with it, but he did give me and my other friend some crucial stuff to get it done,” he said as you pressed your face closer to the window.

Your heart began to race as you realized that things were beginning to turn around for you; perhaps this wonwoo boy was destined to be in your life. Lucas' way of demonstrating that he took great care of you.

“Would you like to work on it together sometime?”

Inside, it felt as if the creatures were finally waking up from their rehabilitation and making their way into the real world. Even if it took a while, this new form of relief made you feel alive again. You were adamant about working more to reclaim your color.

In some way, wonwoo was the key to it all.

“Yes, a hundred times yes,” you answered, smiling like a kid in a candy store as you handed him your phone. “Just let me know when you're free.”

Wonwoo returned your phone to you, which you joyfully accepted and placed in your pocket. As you walked to your door, you waved your hand at him and cried out to him one final time.

“Thank you”

“For what?” As you entered the flat and locked the door behind you, you waved your hand at him. You let out a sigh and shake your head as you slid down to the floor.

“What a day”

---

(4 weeks later)

It seemed like you and wonwoo had entered a very unique connection in the last few weeks. He made every effort not to cross any boundaries, both physically and emotionally. Regardless of the fact that you were his closest friend's sister, he was always respectful to you.

Even if that is what he sees from his perspective, you felt more alive when you were with him. Although you could still see gray and couldn't bask in all of his glory, it gave you hope that one day, whenever that time came, you'd be able to see him and everything else.

That was something you lacked previously: hope. Everyone around you including your parents could see a significant change in your life.

“Hey, honey, how's it going at work?” Before taking your purse, your mother kissed your cheek and opened the door for you.

As you met her at your old house, a smile emerged on your face. It was your first visit home in a while, and seeing you there brought joy to their hearts, despite the difficult years you've had.

“Everything has been going well, and I just wanted to drop by and see how you're doing. I miss seeing you and dad.”

“Is that my beautiful daughter, am I seeing things right?” your father exclaimed as he emerged from the back. As a tear trickled down your cheek, you watched as he raced over to you and hugged you.

As he stared at your face and admired it, the hue in front of you remained gray.

“Such lovely brown eyes," It pained your soul that you couldn't remember what they looked like since gray dulled everything and made you forget.

“Thank you, dad, but instead of fawning me, let's play some games. Just because life is bleak doesn't mean I can't be your ass at Monopoly.”

Your mother, gasping at your remark, watched from the back, her eyes welling up with tears as she marveled at a sight she hadn't seen in a long time.

“Moooom, don't start sobbing or dad will start crying,” you said as you turned around.

She comes over to your side and wraps you and your father in a hug, sandwiching you between them. It felt good because you were missing these times with your folks. You couldn't stay at home when your brother died; you had to leave and get away. Everything was just too much for you as things started to remind you of him.

You couldn’t take it anymore.

“I'm really proud of you for coming here and having the confidence to do so. I understand how difficult it must be for you, but thank you.” Through the loud sniffles between you all, you started to feel warm as you wiped your tears.

“All right, no more crying; let's get down to business.” You dashed over to the couch and snatched up Monopoly from the board game box, motioning for them to join you. They chuckled as you began to pull everything out as they made their way over.

As loud yells and laughter echoed out throughout the home, the night was fresh and enjoyable. There were times when you were terrified you'd lose, but you couldn't let your champion status lapse.

Your mother said, "Noo, you're cheating."

“No, I'm not; there's a house there, and you need to pay up or I'll put you in jail.” Between the two, your father snickers and keeps his mouth shut. He was well aware of the rules.

“All right, but that wasn't there before.”

With a chuckle, you shook your head and held out your hand, saying, "excuses excuses."

As you turned off your alarm, it rang at 8:00 p.m. You wouldn't have realized the difference between night and day if it hadn't been for alarm clocks. You jumped up in triumph after placing one more piece on the board.

“And that's why I remain Monopoly's ruler.”

You witnessed your parents give up as they lifted their hands in surrender. They both remark, "Fine, you win," as they begin to clean up the mess. Taking the stray cups and bowls from the tables you set them in the sink as you turned to watch your parents.

It's been a long time since you've been back here, and you've certainly missed the atmosphere. Lucas wouldn't want me to miss out on this opportunity.

“Why don't I come on weekends and bring back board game nights?” As your parents turned back, you uttered, "Next time, I'll bring a friend."

“Oh, it would be wonderful; the more the better.”

As you walked back over to them, you hugged them as they kissed your head.

“You go, we'll take care of this; the drive back is long,” your father remarked as he took your bag and handed it to you.

“Thank you guys, and I love you and the night we just had.” As you approached the door, you waved goodbye before closing it.

“No thank you, love,” your mother said as she and your father watched you leave the home and get into your car.

After one last look at the house, you back out of the driveway and go down the street, looking forward to the day ahead.

Studio day!

You yawn as your body startles you up after taking a deep breath of fresh air. As you slowly open your eyes and look out the window, you breathe a sigh of relief. Something felt different. The chirping of the birds outside made you feel cheerful, not sad.

As your vision remained a little lighter, you began to blink your eyes faster. It wasn't your typical gray morning, and you thought it was growing lighter. The gray was gradually dissipating. You grinned as you considered your color returning.

What prompted this?

It didn't matter because today was dedicated to finishing your song; you, wonwoo, and his friend Mingyu had completed all but the title. You stretch one more time before heading to the bathroom to get ready for the day.

When you get to the mirror, you take a look at yourself. The person in front of you had radically transformed; she had forgotten about her flaws and insecurities, and her heart now held more love. This woman didn't pick apart everything that was wrong with her; instead, she supported herself.

She was unrecognizable, and the old girl in the mirror was finally slipping away. You began to smile more frequently and laugh a little more, and the air around you became warmer rather than frigid. Someone's love had seeped into her heart and begun to unfreeze its hardness.

And that person was wonwoo, which you didn't realize until you looked in the mirror. If you've observed it, chances are that others have as well. And you were grateful for his help in getting you out of that gloomy situation. You were able to regain your trust and begin letting people in again, which made you pleased.

Lucas would be incredibly proud of you, and you didn't want to disappoint him again. You intended to honor his memory and keep him alive in your heart, rather than allowing the past to plague you and prevent you from living your life.

He would have wanted that.

As you stepped inside, you turned on the shower and stripped off your clothing. You had to find a method to repay wonwoo for his compassion. You would not have gotten this far without him and his musical gift, and you were grateful for him.

"I could take him to our place," you offer as you turn off the water and grab a towel from the shower.

“Yeah he would like that.”

----

Work seemed to fly by as your mind raced at a hundred miles per hour. You had everything planned out and had recruited the support of your parents to help you set up.

Your manager tapped your shoulder and asked, "Hey y/n, you okay?" As you dropped the pencil, you flinched.

“Oh sorry, just spacing out.” He shook his head as he spoke out, “For the rest of your shift you can take off if you want, we’re going to close earlier than usual. If you're leaving, clean out the coffee machine and be on your way.”

You enlarged your eyes as your jaw dropped, and you raced into his arms, squeezing him tightly. Your boss chuckled awkwardly as he gently pushed you away from him. For some reason, everything seemed to be working in your favor today. As you rush to get ready, you begin working on the machine, your smile never leaving your face.

You sped to the back room, clocking out and placing your apron into your locker, as you were done in no time. As you walked to the front, you waved goodbye to your manager before heading to your car in the parking area.

“What's the matter with her? That's the first time I've ever seen her that happy. Hmm”

And with that you were on your way to your parents house as you sent a quick text to wonwoo. As you grinned as you placed your phone in the dash holder, you came to a stop light.

You: Hey cancel today's session, I have a place to go to. It may also provide us with better title recommendations. You down??

Wonwoo:) Yes, that sounds excellent; the studio can become claustrophobic. Send me the address and a time frame for my arrival.

You: *address name*. Bring your guitar and meet there in 2 hours.

Wonwoo:) Oh okay. Can’t wait to see you there!

(read 5:45 p.m.)

Even though you weren’t nervous you wanted everything to be special, wonwoo deserved it for all that he has done for you in the past weeks.

You let yourself go as you blast songs down the road, pressing play on your playlist. You didn't notice it at first, but the color was gently sneaking in as you drove around. As creams and beige colors drifted in and out, the outsides of your eyes began to lift.

As you turned off the headlights and opened the door, it didn't take long for you to arrive at your destination. You smiled as you got your belongings from the car and made your way up the hill, finding your parents already set up.

You drop your belongings on the blanket and walk up to hug them, saying, "Hey guys." As they begin to chat with you, they embrace you in a friendly hug.

“So we set up all of the essential elements, such as lighting, a seating area, and refreshments in the cooler and basket.” As she began to indicate the various components, your mother explained. As she brought you around the hill to the tree, she took your hand in hers.

“You remember when you and Lucas did this?” You laugh as you remember that day as you place your palm on the antique carving.

-- “Noo I'd like to go first; you always go first.” You sighed as Lucas took up the knife and began carving his name into the tree.

“You better not cry and tell mom,” he remarked, turning to face you and seeing your glum demeanor. As you passed past him, you stood up straighter, rolling your eyes at him and snatching the knife from his grip.

“I'm not a baby like you,” you say. As he huffed and hurried toward mom, you heard him scoff.

“Mommmm y/n referring to me as a baby. And I'm not one of them. You stood there watching as he stomped his foot and landed on Mom's lap. Your father chuckles, rubbing his back and shaking his head at his wife.

As you return to the blanket, you cross your arms and say, "Well, then, quit acting like one."

That erupted in an outburst as he started to whine on mommy lap.

He did, in fact, act like a baby. Wiping a tear from your eyes as you chuckle, you hold your mother closer as you kiss her on the forehead.

“Hey we have an hour left before wonwoo get here, I'm going to head to the house to clean up. If he arrives early, keep him entertained.” As she watches you descend the hill, your mother shakes her head.

As you pull out of the parking lot, you put your foot down on the accelerator and drive over to your parents' house.

(45 minutes later)

Wonwoo approaches the destination, looking out the windshield as he spots some lights on the hill. As he steps out of the automobile, he notices two people moving around. He smiles as he collects his guitar from the rear and walks up the hill, noting the serene atmosphere.

“Those should go over by the tree and make sure they don't fall.” Wonwoo enters the place, his eyes widening. Fluorescent bulbs fanned out along the tops of the trees, each with a different picture on it, surrounding him.

As he looks down, he notices a blanket with a speaker playing music and the champagne.

Your parents finally turn around, gasping, when your mother rushes over to welcome him, saying, "Forgive us, we didn't hear anything, you must be wonwoo." That's y/n father over there, and I'm y/n mother.” As she introduces you to your father, she smiles and gives you a motherly look.

On this magnificent evening, only a few minutes had passed when you approached the hill once more. You take a brief glance in the mirror before applying some Chapstick. Rubbing it in you open the door as you look up on the hill, you hear conversations as you panic up the hill.

“So this is y/n, she was quite the messy twin when she was a baby-”

“What are you doing, Mom?” You walk over to her, ashamed, and place yourself between you and wonwoo, speaking quietly to her.

“I said to entertain him not embarrass me.”

“Oh, you're overthinking things; did you know he's friends with Lucas?” You chuckle as you grab your father and mother and begin bickering as you force them out of the location. As they descend the slope, they wave goodbye to you and wonwoo.

Taking one look at him, you notice his amusing state; he was cheesing so hard that his rosy cheeks were visible.

“Sorry about them.”

“It's fine; all parents do it.” They simply adore you.” You cross your legs and shake your head as you sit on the blanket, passing him a wine cup.

“To another wonderful day and a wonderful friendship.” Wonwoo takes out the champagne from the cooler as he opens it and sprays the excess in front of you.

“Ahh, you're spilling it” As you giggle at his action, the extra juice pours on your face. You reach for a napkin to wipe the wetness off your face as he takes one in front of you.

“Here, let me take care of it.” He leans in closer as he wipes the liquid from your face before resuming his seat. As your stomach begins to become a #1 gymnast, that simple action sends you spiraling.

“Th-thanks”

He smiles as he pours you a drink for both of you, and as he does so, you grab his guitar box and pry it open, admiring the golden beauty inside. Picking it up, you begin strumming a few chords of the nameless song while moving your head to the beat.

“Wow, you're actually pretty good.”

“I did have a good teacher, Lucas taught me a few things, but I only recall a few chords, so it may become irritating after a while.”

Wonwoo hands you the glass as you take it in your hand, and as you take a sip of the bubbly drink, you hand him the guitar.

As you take another sip, your spirits lift as you stare out at the scenery in front of you. You hear wonwoo begin to play the tune while you stare off towards the colorless world.

“Ruinous imagination consumes me. Makes me dream sweeter dreams, I close my eyes but thoughts of you. Bring noisy night, to you & me, real and dreamy.”

You sway back and forth as his voice soothes your body, his palm brushing over the guitar while his eyelids close, taking in the lyrics.

As you look up at him, you say, "Thank you." It's unavoidable, but tears stream down your face with no attempt to wipe them away.

“Th-thank you foreverythingyouhave-“ you say quickly and brokenly.

“Hey hey, calm down, I can't understand what you're saying,” he says as he scoots over to you and pats your shoulder. You both laugh as you start over, this time with more poise.

“I wanted to express my gratitude to you for genuinely improving my life. You probably don't know, but my relationship with Lucas was incredible; we were never apart, and when he passed, I couldn't live without him. I've struck rock bottom a few times and done some unfathomable things that I'm ashamed of, and I'm sincerely grateful that I've survived another day.”

Wonwoo drew you into a hug and caressed your back as he ceased patting your shoulder. As you sob into his shoulder, the tears begin to flow again.

“Sorry for interrupting, but it seemed like you needed one,” he says as you continue, releasing leave of you.

“To put it simply, you have brought me so much joy and optimism that I am overwhelmed. It's not the same without Lucas, but I'm grateful you entered my life at this point. So thank you; I don't know how to express my gratitude.”

You come to a halt as he looks at you through his round spectacles, and as you become concerned, you begin to look down.

“Sorry if I just spewed all that out.”

“No, it's fine.” I truly appreciate it, and I'm glad I was able to restore a sense of hope in your life. I may not be Lucas, but I will do my best to pay tribute to his memory.

You smile as you feel a wave of self-assurance and an overpowering sensation of bravery wash over you.

When you bring wonwoo closer to you and kiss him on the lips, everything inside of you turns on, and your body begins to feel alive again, exactly like it did before.

“I'm sorry I should have asked you first-“ You release him and lean back as you watch him.

He silenced your words with his lips as his hands wrapped around your neck.

Everything comes rushing back to you in an instant, like a blanket being pulled off of you. As you open your eyes again, you let go of each other. The difference this time is that you can see him.

As he smiled at you, you could see his cheeks flush with scarlet. You can see his silver rings around his slender fingers as his hands slip away from your neck.

You slowly turn around to face the sinking light on the horizon. As if a million scarlet petals have ignited, the sunset blooms on the horizon.

You expected the tears to flow this time as you stood up and walked closer to the cliff's edge. As you stared at the gorgeous view in front of you, you undoubtedly looked a mess.

You collapse to your knees and exclaim, "I can see it!"

Wonwoo approaches you slowly, bending down with you and holding you in his arms.

“See what?”

As you held him again, your snot-filled tear-streaked face turned to his.

“The color has returned, and I can see it now.” As he gasps, he pulls you back.

“Wait, are you serious, what color shirt am I wearing?”

“IT'S GREEN, YOUR SHIRT IS GREEN!!” Wonwoo scoops you up and spins you again in an instant. You lay another kiss on his lips as you chuckle into his lips, unsure of what to do.

The clouds floated into my life, not to bring rain or storms, but to add color to the sunset sky.

He picks up the polaroid camera off the ground and takes a candid shot of you. After he pecked your cheek once more, he smiled as he wanted to remember this special day.

You send wonwoo off to find a knife from the basket as the photo develops. You observe him as he runs around the area like a child, and you smile as the photo develops.

You've probably seen images where the background is blurred and the only thing in focus is the subject of the photograph. That was us. Every other detail became hazy as I concentrated on every facet of him.

You didn't realize how fortunate you were until now; he was the special someone you had wished for eons ago.

Everything felt even better when your color returned, and you knew deep down that everything was going to be well.

It was all because of wonwoo.

Your brother left you a gift, the lovely gift of music, which was seen via wonwoo.

Yes, your brother had been your best friend, and yes, he had left you. But, as you found a great friend, the life he presumably wanted for you had only just begun.

You hoped that with him, you would be able to treasure the love you had just as much as you did while you were together.

“Hey, wonwoo, I have a song title, also follow me.”

As he began heading toward you, he turned around and looked at you. You've both arrived at the same tree that was planted many years ago.

He gives you the knife as you start placing your name under your past self. As he watches you cry, Wonwoo does the same.

*Forever, Y/n, Wonwoo, and Lucas*

As he finishes up, you grab his hand and stroll back to the blanket setup. He takes a seat beside you and wraps his arm over your body.

“So, what are your thoughts?”

“Bittersweet, that's the title,” you said as you turned to face him.

“I love it,” he says as he pulls you closer to him with a nod of his head.

And with that, your brother's memory was carefully preserved, shared, and intended for all to hear.

“Lucas, I'll never forget you.”

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har-rison-s · 3 years

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visitation hours: 8

a/n: hiii! happy christmas break to those who have it, and happy xmas season to everyone nonetheless! here's another chapter of my favourite current story, i think you guys will like this one. it was so nice writing it, oh my god. one of my best works, for sure. hope you think so too. i'll post chapter nine probably next week or so - i have christmas with my family and work and it takes a lot of time:) thank you for reading my works, thank you for everything this year, and if i don't see you until next week - merry christmas:) happy reading!

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Even though her mind goes blank, even though she doesn’t believe that this is happening, that it’s real, and even though half of her is screaming at her to not do this, she responds to Druig’s kiss with her own. A response kiss that gives him much more than a simple answer. It gives him her.

Her hands move up from his shoulders to his neck, and cord into his hair. It feels silky and also structured—as hair would, she presumes—against her soft hands, and it’s like she can feel the colour of them just with her fingers, as if the pigment was touchable. Druig has his hands cupping her jaw, but as their kisses grow deeper, and they both grow breathless, and are soon kissing each other like their lives depend on it, Druig moves his hands steadily, confidently, to her back. Now they roam freely and sensually across the covered skin, and an instinct inside him urges to slip his hands under her dress.

She feels his lips on hers, on her cheeks, on her neck, on the corners of her lips, even on her nose gently at times—just a peck—, and she realises that all she can feel is Druig. The outside world and its factors are dawning on her reality, but she doesn’t want to let go of this absorbing, lustful feeling that Druig, his presence and his touches, give her. It’s like he’s a black hole full of things of himself, sucking her inside. And she doesn’t mind that, not at all.

It’s Druig, it’s Druig, her friend, her companion… Druig. Her mind empties of all things except him. Memories, feelings, stares, fights, conversations, and this vacation in the desert. He’s all that she feels, all that she can and wants to think about. She’s sure she hasn’t wanted anyone before like she wants him now. He truly feels like a drug, and then again her saviour, the one who sets her free, who makes her feel alive. Ignites a fire in her that none can extinguish.

But something clicks the wrong way inside her, and she pulls back from him, immediately jumping down from the rock, almost tripping over her own feet in the process. She balances herself, then holds a finger to her lips, the taste of him still lingering there, and looks at the man before her, currently clueless about her sudden movements. His hands fall into his lap from where they were holding onto her, as if he was momentarily holding thin air, a ghost. Y/N looks up at him, careful and, in some strange way, fearful of him, too. She doesn’t want to be, because the feelings were nice, and he’s wonderful, oh God, don’t let her get started on him. But there’s something off. Some sort of restriction.

“What’s wrong?” He immediately questions in a quiet, cautious voice, as he stares at the princess before him. Her grey dress whirls in the soft southern wind of the night, almost blending in with the colour of the ground in the semi-darkness around them. “Was it—was it me?” Druig doesn’t think he did anything to upset her. If he did, it wasn’t intentional. Touch her in a certain way that she didn’t like, or… He still looks at her, waiting for an answer. Y/N is trying her best to form one.

“It’s not you,” she immediately denies and pushes strands of her hair behind her ear out of nervousness. She gulps, “what just happened?” She tries to make sense of it, and still avoids his eyes. Cause as soon as she looks into them, she knows she’ll be in trouble. She’ll get lost in those beautiful eyes, she’ll give in immediately, she’ll forget any of this withdrawal. She already thinks it stupid, honestly, but she has to find a reason behind it.

“I…” Druig clears his throat, “I… sort-of kissed you.” He says. Yes, Y/N remembers that. “Then you kissed me,” he gestures with his hands as he talks, “and… we kissed. And now… you’re standing there.” He finishes, and looks into her eyes with his hurt ones. Yet she still avoids them. “Are you sure I didn’t do anything wrong?” Y/N nods vigorously.

“I don’t know,” she tells him, “I don’t understand what I’m feeling.” She shakes her head. “I didn’t want to—well, I didn’t mean to just—I liked kissing you,” she finally admits and can finally look into his eyes, as well. Druig smiles back at her, taking that as a compliment, and he even feels tears at the back of his eyes, and he wonders why, “and I like you. A lot. But I don’t know…” she shakes her head again, “I don’t know what made me pull back.” She looks at him again.

“Come here,” Druig quietly requests and gestures towards himself for her. And slowly, with cautious steps, afraid that something in her brain will make her jump back again, she makes her way towards him. Now standing before him, as close as she was a mere minute or two ago, she stands still, with nothing pulling her back. Druig carefully moves his hands back up to her waist now, looking into her eyes all the while, silently asking for consent, which she gives with subtle nods, “I like you, too, princess.” He tells her, his eyes looking up at her as he rests his chin gently against her tummy. “I like you so much I can’t even put it into words.” A flurry of butterflies and birds erupt in the pit of her stomach at those words, and she blushes so hard she’s sure her ears are red, too, and visible in the dark. And she smiles wide at him. Druig tilts his head slightly to the side. “So what’s wrong? Maybe some part of you feels like you should stay away from me,” he suggests with a gentle shrug, though his arms tighten slightly around her form, “we both know I’m the bad boy of our group.” Druig teases with a grin spreading across his features simultaneously. Y/N shakes her head at him, but her smile is still there.

After careful watching of her, after they stare silently into each other’s eyes and run their hands across the other, just testing out waters and each other’s boundaries, as well as how they feel under each other’s touch, Y/N sighs with closed eyes. “Perhaps we should give it a day.” She suggests, even though it crushes her to say so, to even think so. She just wants to kiss him again and again and again. And forever. But they have things to figure out. At least the part of her mind that she’s deemed paranoid thinks so. Y/N wants to give in, but part of her isn’t letting her.

Druig looks at her still, though the lids of his eyes waver, as does his hold around her waist. “Give it a day?” He echoes, searching for the words’ meaning. Y/N nods, then shrugs her shoulders as her hands push onto his own strong, well-sculpted shoulders. The ones she’d love to hold onto dear life for. “What d’you mean?”

She sighs again, quietly this time so it wouldn’t upset him or make him think he’s asked something wrong. He hasn’t. With these questions, by answering them, she answers some of her own. “I mean, this,” she motions between him and herself with her hand, “us two. I just… I don’t know. I like unexpected things, and I…” she presses her forehead against his and sighs deeply again. She feels so embarrassed about what she wants to say, “I want you, Dru.” She looks into his eyes as she says this to make herself feel safer. There it is again. Her beloved nickname for him. Druig knows she’s talking straight from her heart this way. Her hand even longingly moves along his shoulder, as if to accentuate her feelings.

“And I want you,” he tells her in response, gently poking his nose at hers in a tender manner. She smiles at that, “what else do you want? What’s keeping you from… from crossing this distance?” He runs his finger in a funny pattern across the clothed skin of her back as he speaks, and now shyly—she can’t believe Druig would be associated with such a word as shy—looks into her eyes, searching there for an answer. “Whatever it is, we can work it out together.” Druig moves his lips towards hers, leaning closer in to her, wanting to kiss her again. Desperately so. “Tell me, please. I will go mad if you don’t.” He admits, and succeeds in making both of them chuckle. Though there is some truth in his words.

Y/N smiles at him, but sighs again. “Maybe we’re just going too fast,” she suggests, “I don’t know… now that I say it, it makes sense somehow. For why I pulled back.” She explains.

“We didn’t even do anything, princess,” Druig argues, “nothing that’d mean that we’re taking… things too fast.” He pulls her closer to him once again by her waist. “Are ya just teasin’ me? You want me nice and desperate for you?” Druig teases again, and Y/N can’t help laughing at him in the gentlest, most quiet of manners. She gently slaps his shoulder. “I’ll be however you want me to be, princess.” Druig ghosts his lips over her neck. She sighs out quietly, adoring the affection and attention from him.

“Maybe we could wait until tomorrow,” she suggests, but her head is already languidly tilted upwards so Druig could access the most sensitive spots on her neck easier, “just the morning. Until we wake up.”

“Think you can do that, princess?” Druig asks quietly, his lips kissing messily around the area of her neck. He’s about to get to her favourite part, and he knows it, but he pulls away at the very last inch, and that makes her look at him. Her eyes half-lidded, full of lust, desperation, longing. Druig raises an eyebrow at her subtly, still caressing her back in the softest way possible. “Can you?” He tries to get an answer out of her as his hands start going lower, and they both know that Druig knows exactly what he’s doing.

Come on, Y/N, you can do this. What exactly do I want to do, in that case? She looks into Druig’s eyes, watches them in the partial darkness. They’re inviting, and they’re very convincing even now, when they’re just blue. She sighs, the tips of her fingers experimentively caressing the roots of his hair. “I’m sorry,” she says. That changes the look in Druig’s eyes, “I think we should wait.” That’s not an exact answer to his question, and they both know that. She hates to do this, and yet a part of her is convinced that this is the right thing. Druig tries to mask his reaction to her words, but it doesn’t work. She can see the slight hurt in his eyes, the disappointment. And she can tell he’s somehow, blind to her own struggles, blames it on himself. He thinks it’s something he’s done.

She presses a kiss to his head and pulls him close to her by his shoulders. She feels withdrawal from him, a physical hesitance now, but he keeps his hands on her back. She does her best at keeping her tears to herself, and is glad he can’t see her face. Because it’s destroying her, too. Maybe she did the wrong thing, after all? And they shouldn’t wait. But she’s made her choice now. Changing her mind so suddenly would just be weird. It would beg the question of why stop, why hesitate in the first place? She doesn’t exactly know the answer to that, wouldn’t be able to tell Druig if he asked. Perhaps it’s the human part of her, something inexplainable, unreasonable. Something you can’t find the roots of, something that can’t be argued with.

Perhaps it’s the fear to know him in such a way. Even though her body longs for it, and does so in such a fierce manner. Like she’ll suffocate if she doesn’t take the step further. But they’ve known each other for so long. How can this feel right? But then again, they’re both sure that if it really was unnatural, forbidden or unthinkable, their bodies wouldn’t feel this way. And it’s worked between Eternals before, Sersi and Ikaris being the prime example for it. This can work, and they’ve proved that. And it’s alright to feel this way.

But it’s too late now. Y/N and Druig walk in silence towards Thena’s house, making the unanimous decision to head to bed straight away. Y/N walks a few feet behind him, the sourness of the moment they pulled their embrace apart still fresh in her mind, in her heart, and on her lips, as if she can actually taste it. She feels bad for what she’s said, and she knows that it’s pulling Druig apart as much as it is pulling herself apart. She still works on keeping her tears inside, but her heart is quite literally on fire inside her chest. She is ever so sorry for putting a stop to the wonderful moments they had.

Without asking or negotiating, Druig once again takes the sleeping bag for the night, slipping inside it with ease and a huff that says so much. He lays with his back turned to Y/N, silently blaming himself for everything, even regretting to make any type of move towards her, seeing now that it startled her. He didn’t even take his shirt off before getting inside the sleeping bag. Y/N pouts her lips at that. And it’s his second night in a row in the sleeping bag, when she should be the one taking it tonight. She wants to argue against it, insist that he sleeps on the sofa tonight, all kinds of guilt making her want to do it. But she’s too tired, and she knows arguing with him won’t lead anywhere. It’d just end up with them going to bed angry, and she doesn’t want that. After what she’s already said and decided for them—which she thinks is wrong—she doesn’t want any more bad feelings.

But as she lays with her back facing his, alone on the old sofa, something doesn’t feel right in her. Something’s off with going to sleep like this. And she can’t sleep at all. Her thoughts are racing, making her heart beat ten times faster, and there’s no way she can forgive herself now. Can she somehow make it up to Druig? Is he sleeping? By the horribly tense silence and the lack of his snored breaths that he only makes during his slumber in the house, she can tell he’s not asleep. Just like her. Y/N turns over to her other side, and she sees his crouched over form, partly covered by the sleeping bag.

“Dru?” She gently calls, trying to sound as kind and simultaneously casual as she can. She sees his ears perking up, as well as his head, but he doesn’t move more than that. She huffs quietly to herself. She knows she kinda deserves that. “Can you just… come up here?” She whispers her request. Now Druig’s head turns towards her. His eyes tell it all, and they almost bring her to tears as she looks at him. “Please.” She barely catches her silent plea that she utters.

Druig’s eyes flash with some form of submission or giving in, and he nods in the most subtle of ways before getting up and out of his sleeping bag. Y/N scoots back until her back hits the sofa’s backrest and she watches him laying down beside her, no words spoken, and then she hands him the far end of the blanket that partly covers her body. He takes it, putting the fabric over his shoulders, but turns his back to her again. Her heart breaks for the millionth time tonight.

She lays staring at his impressively sculpted back, trying her best just to fall asleep. But her mind is distracted, and her heart is both breaking and racing back and forth. The man of her dreams, it seems, is laying right in front of her, and she’s doing nothing. When she could be doing so much. Or trying to do something, at least. She knows he’s not asleep, either. In fact, she just knows that his eyes are wide open, just like hers. So she gathers all her courage and taps him on the shoulder. When he makes no reaction or move in response, she presses her palm onto his shoulder and turns him to lay facing her. He obliges, doesn’t protest in any way, and looks at her. His eyes show exhaustion, sadness and just a smidge of annoyance.

“Dru, I can’t,” she tells him in a whisper, glad that he’s looking into her eyes just as she is into his. Druig’s interest is slightly picked, and he scoots closer to her. Is she going to tell him whatever truth she holds inside her like a secret? Is she going to tell him whatever’s bothering her?

“Can’t what?” He inquires further in a silent whisper, as well. Y/N gulps, feeling her courage and guts slowly faltering and growing smaller in her chest, and that lump in her throat just getting bigger.

She takes a deep breath in. “I can’t wait until the morning.” She finally admits and immediately searches his eyes for any response in him that could be good. Can he forgive her moment of weakness back there, in the yard? Can he take a second chance on her?

Truth be told, that’s all she had to say. That’s all it takes for Druig to stop blaming himself, to not regret anymore that he kissed her first, to stop doubting himself, to stop any size of grudge that he wanted to hold against her. He gives her a light smile and rests his hand on her cheek. Y/N almost cries at the affectionate motion. “So can I kiss you again?” He asks her in that same, quiet whisper.

Y/N nods. And she doesn’t stop the tears from spilling anymore. She knows she’s safe in his presence, in his hold. She knows she can be herself, all and any true forms of that. She nods again and again, while Druig’s smile grows bigger, and then he kisses her first again, for the second time that night.

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saintobio · 3 years

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[disclaimer: the entire time im talking about SN! Gojo, bc Canon Gojo has me acting up ngl]

Hello and welcome to another episode of ‘Men who don’t deserve rights’

On today’s episode, I will be continuing my exploration of Sincerely Not!Gojo bc mf needs to count his days.

IM LOOKING UP BECAUSE HE LET ME DOWN,

IM LOOKING DOWN BECAUSE HE GOT ME FUCKED UP,

IM LOOKING RIGHT BECAUSE HE LEFT,

IM LOOKING LEFT BECAUSE HE AINT RIGHT MF WRONG

Anyways, what was wild was that I was today years old when i found out that the S in Satoru mean Homeboy ain’t shit™

LIKE SHIT GOT ME FUCKED UP

I hope both sides of his pillow are warm tonight, I hope he gets a paper cut so deep it stings for days, I hope he wakes up and stubs his toe against the bed frame, I hope he slips in the shower, I can keep going but mf won’t give a fuck bout what i’m saying

This man just wants me to commit arson I swear

Kendrick Lamar once said Damn.

And let me tell you, the whole virginity loss scene got me so upset, like wooooooooooo, I felt so upset for homegirl here, THE FACT THAT SHE SAVED HERSELF FOR MARRIAGE, PUT IN SO MUCH EFFORT FOR HIM TO EVEN LOOK AT HER LOVINGLY, AND WAS DREAMING OF THE PERFECT FIRST TIME HAD ME SO UPSET BECAUSE MC JUST WANTS HIM TO AT LEAST SHOW A TINY BIT, MINUSCULE OF EFFORT INTO TRYING TO MAKE THE MARRIAGE TO WORK ALL FOR HIM TO JUST TAKE HER VIRGINITY AND BUST A QUICK NUT IN HERE JUST TO GET SHIT OVER WITH IT

BESTIE, SHE EVEN ASKED FOR A KISS KISS

A GOD DAMN KISS KISS

I’M ABOUT TO CURB STOMP HIS ASS JUST FOR FUN I SWEAR

ANDHEEVENHADTHEFUCKINGAUDACITYTOCALLSERAALLLOVEYDOVEYANDTELLHERTHATHESGOINGTOBRINGHERTHEREONEDAY

I DIDNT KNOW IT SMELLED LIKE BITCH IN HERE

THIS!

THIS RIGHT HERE IS WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT

Like don’t get me wrong, I am more than 100% aware that the Tag “unrequited” is apart of it and i’m living for the angst lmaooo

BUT THIS GOT ME SO LIKE LIVID. IM PISSED BUT IM ALSO UPSET LIKE SO MANY GOD DAMN EMOTIONS WERE GOING THROUGH ME BECAUSE AT THE END OF THE DAY NO MATTER WHAT MC DOES, IT SEEMS LIKE HE’S NEVER GOING TO ACCEPT HER AND HER KIND PISCES HEART. I KNOW THAT ON HIS SIDE IT’S FUNKY TOO WITH BEING FORCED INTO A MARRIAGE AND THE WOMAN YOU LOVE ISN’T ACCEPTED BY YOUR FAMILY BUT FFS PISCES AND SAGITTARIUS ARE SUPPOSED TO BE A FAVORABLE MATCH INSTEAD HES MAKING MOST SAG MEN NOT CLAIM HIM

MC CAN NEVER WIN IN THIS SITUATION AND IT JUST BREAKS MY HEART, HE KNEW HE DIDNT WANT TO MARRY HER AND DID IT FOR DADDY’S MONEY OR WHATEVER AND SHES STATED THAT SHE WOULDN’T HAVE AGREED FOR HIM TO MARRY HER IF HE DIDN’T WANT TO, SHE IS TRYING HER HARDEST TO AT LEAST MAKE THE SITUATION WORK AND IS EVEN GOING TO THE LENGTHS OF MEETING SERA AND FIGURE OUT MORE ABOUT HIM

ILL BE THE FIRST ONE TO SAY THAT IM SO HAPPY THAT MC MET ALEXIS SO SHE AT LEAST COULD ENJOY HER “HONEYMOON” AND NOT BE ALONE

SATORU GOT ME ALL KINDS OF FUCKED UP IN THIS SITUATION AND YOU KNOW WHAT THAT IS AMAZING WRITING RIGHT THERE AI, AS MUCH AS THE ANGST AND UNREQUITED TAG IS THERE AND BREAKING MY HEART, THE FACT IS THAT ITS 2 AM EST RN WHILE LISTENING TO HAPPIER AND IM FEELING SO MANY EMOTIONS AT ONCE JUST OVER THREE CHAPTERS IS JUST SOAGSDJFJDLS

LO QUE NO ENTIENDO ES POR QUÉ TODAVÍA NO LO HEMOS CASTRADO? YO CREO QUE ES UNA BUENA FORMA DE VENGANZA

So, to end this long episode of ‘Men who don’t deserve rights’ i would just like to say one thing and i mean it with all disrespect:

yuli this is the first time i’ve ever had you writing an essay of this much abt a chapter and i’m JSNSNDF yesss ur whole reaction is probably my mood as a reader like literally all the parts that you pointed out helpppp

#saintobio.asks #series: sincerely not #🦋.moots

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dayseternal-blog · 4 years

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I wrote this ask as soon as I finished your Nightdreams and DAMNNN IM DEEPLY IN LOVE WITH IT I WANNA CRYYY 😭😭😭😭

And I'm craving for some "friend with benefits naruhina" helpppp can you give me some recs pleaseee.

Though I'm not sure I'll find any as good as yours, it just hits the feel right to your heart 😭😭😭 especially that kiss by the beach gosh I hope I can erase my memories and read it again like the very first time 😭😭😭

Thank you Days!!!!

Oh! :DDDDDDDDDDDD I’m glad that you liked Nightdreams that much!!!!!!! It was a really fun story to write! And I also just really love the friends-with-benefits trope :DDDD I answered an ask similar to this one about secret relationships about an hour ago, so I’ll just copy-paste the specifically fwb fics from that ask.

NaruHina Friends-With-Benefits

“Territorial” by @bunny-hoodlum - Rated M, High school AU, Multi-chapter, Complete. When Hinata takes advantage of Naruto’s desperation for love, they’re both a little too much for the other to handle. Angst warning.

“A Special Friend” by agitosgirl - Rated E, Canon-divergent AU, One-shot. Yes, quiet, humble, heiress Hinata Hyuga and loudmouth hero Naruto Uzumaki were friends with benefits. (This one inspired my “Nightdreams” fic)

“Friends with benefits” by @schnikschnack - Rated T, Modern AU, Multi-chapter, ongoing. When Hinata notices that her coworker lacks his usual energy, he confides that he just lost his sex buddy. So Hinata offers to help. A small angst warning.

“Friends with Benefits” by @sharigone - Rated M, Canon-Divergent AU, Short One-shot. It started off with something that would protect them both from getting hurt and ended up being something more. What were they to begin with?

“if this is love (why does it hurt?)” by ClairvoyantDreamer1011 - Rated M, Friends with benefits Canon-Divergent, Multi-chapter, Incomplete. Hinata knew many things about Naruto Uzumaki. She knew that his heated glances meant ‘I want you’; that lingering touches whispered 'please’, and that the sight of his back to her screamed 'leave’. But she couldn’t tell you what they were to each other for the life of her. Angst warning.

Happy Reading 🙈

#anon #naruhina fanfic recs #naruhina friends with benefits

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darkmulti · 4 years

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Late Night Revenge

Closet Yandere!Mingi x female reader

⚠️Warnings: Cyberbullying, suicide talk, angst, manipulation, dacryphilia, unprotected sex, readers first time, hair pulling, blowjob, forced pregnancy

THIS CONTAINS NON CONSENSUAL SEX

PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

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“Hey Mingi! Think fast.” Y/N throws a basketball at the six foot male and hits him right in the face. “Mingi! Are you okay? I’m so sorry!”

The man held his nose and mumbled, “Yeah, I’m okay I guess.”

She rushes over and pulls his hand away from his face. “Let me see.” She taps his nose and he hisses. “Oh I’m sorry, I really didn’t mean too! Here...” She gets on her tippy toes and kisses his nose. “All better!” She giggles.

Mingi blushes at the kiss and scratches the back of his neck. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure!”

Her eyebrows raised and her body slightly jumped from excitement. Mingi couldn’t understand her. She was so happy and energetic all the time. Everytime Mingi saw her face, her bright smile was there and it never failed to complete his day.

“Do you want to get some ice cream with me?” His voice became soft and his eye couldn’t bear to meet hers.

“Of course! Ohhhh I want ____ ice cream! Let’s go now!”

The hyper girl pulls Mingi out of the basketball court and drags him to the ice cream shop. Upon entering, they both shiver as they felt the cold breeze in the shop hit their skin. Her teeth shutter, but her eyes light up when she sees the ice scream.

Like a child, she runs up and looks for the ice cream flavour she wanted. All was going good until she saw that it wasn’t there. She looks back at Mingi with a pouty face and her energy level went down. If she had a tail, it went from wagging super fast, to not wagging at all.

Mingi came up behind her and asked her what’s wrong. “They don’t have the ice cream flavour! I was really excited! Mingiiiii!!” She whines and stomps her feet like a two year old.

“Come on Y/N. They probably have a flavour that you do like. Look at this one, cotton candy.”

“Ewwwwwwww nooooo! Cotton candies gross!”

“Okay what about this one, birthday cake.”

“Noooooo, mingiiiiii!”

“Strawberry? Wait, Neapolitan!”

“Ohhh yeah I want that!”

Mingi orders the ice cream and reaches for his wallet to pay. “Nooo! I’ll pay! You paid for the crêpes last time.”

The adorable girl bumps Mingi away with her hips and proceeds to take out her wallet.

“No no no, not so fast. I asked you out, it’s my duty to pay.”

He does the same hip movement back to her and bumps her away. Mingi quickly pays before Y/N could get her paws on him again. He was about to speak, but when he turns around, she wasn’t there. His eyes immediately scan the ice cream shop and he sees her sitting in a booth.

She was pouting again while looking at her untied shoe. Mingi walks to the girl and ruffles her hair. “What’s wrong now?” He questioned. “My shoelace is untied and you didn’t let me pay!”

Mingi squats down and starts tying the girls shoelace. “What kind of man would I be if I allowed a girl to pay?”

“You would still be a good man” she huffed. Mingi stands up after hearing their number being called. He picks up the ice cream and sits next to the girl. “You can’t be mad at me forever. Maybe you can buy me ice cream in the future.” He said, trying to work out a deal with the upset girl. “Promise!” She asked, tilting her head. “Promise.”

They continue to talk about school, sports and what not, until Mingi popped an unexpected question. “I really enjoy spending time with you Y/N... I was wondering if you wanted to be my girlfriend.”

The girl looks up at Mingi with sincere eyes. “Y-you like me?” She stutters out. “Yeah, I’ve liked you for quite some time, but I guess you’ve never noticed.” Her head goes down, and she wishes that she could curl up into a ball and roll away. She didn’t have feelings for Mingi at all. She saw him as an older brother. What was the right thing to do?

“Mingi... I’m flattered, but I don’t feel the same way. I-I see you as a brother. A older and very supportive brother. I hope you understand. We can still be friends.”

No they can’t. Not anymore. Mingi knew the risk that he was taking would either ruin their friendship or finally take their friendship to the next level. His heart was ran over, and he didn’t mutter a single word.

He gets out of the booth, so then Y/N could go. But before she leaves, she gives her giant friend a tight squeeze. “I’m sorry Mingi. I still want to be friends.”

“I don’t. I’m sorry Y/N.” Mingi thought that she also had feelings for him. But he was wrong. Now they’re walking out of the shop, not friends anymore. His feelings cost him a friendship.

He wonders back home and regrets every decision. Why was she so pure and innocent and pretty?! Everything Mingi wanted in a girl, it was her!

Jealousy and anger took over him. If he couldn’t have her, no one could! He would make sure of it. The boy goes on his laptop and makes up awful rumours about her. Calling her names, saying she only wants sex. Mingi was popular in his school, so the news spread quickly. People unfollowed the girl, made fun of her and even sent threats.

It had gotten so bad that she had to deactivate her account. She had no idea how toxic Mingi was. She wanted to call him, but her heart couldn’t do it. This ruthless man basically ruined her life and reputation.

She lays under the cover and sobs. She had school the very next day. She couldn’t go. Not when this was happening. She would be the laughing stock of her school. She cries herself to sleep, not wanting to be alive anymore.

The sunlight hit her eyes and she woke up. Today was going to be a tough day. But she had to continue on. She gets ready and leaves for school. Sure enough as soon as she arrives, people start whispering, pointing and some shameless bitches started laughing.

She hustled to her locker, not wanting to track more attention. She was choosing her books until she got pulled back and slammed against the wall. “You definitely have the nerve to show up at school.”

“Leave me alone Mingi, I just want to get my day over with.” She says, sadly. The girl pushes Mingi out of her way and slams her locker shut. She goes to her first class and yet again, whispering and pointing goes on. She sits at a table in the back and her friend San, whom she also had feelings for, sits next to her.

“Are you okay? I thought I would check up on you. What happened?”

Her eyes water and she turns away from San. “I’m okay San, thanks for asking.” San furrowed his eyebrows and tapped her back. “You’re not okay. Come on. Let’s ditch.”

He grabs her hand and pulls her out of the classroom, to the staircase. She covers her face with her hands and quietly cries. “Y/N don’t cry. Please don’t cry.” San holds the broken girl and kisses her hair. “You’re letting those dumb bitches get to you. Don’t let that happen. You’re so much better than that Y/N.”

“It hurts San!” She sobs on the man's shoulder, while he rubs her back. They both sit on the stairs, with Y/N still in his embrace. San needed to distract her, so he started telling her about the time he snorted sugar. His story made her famous smile reappear, and they both started talking nonsense after that.

“Thank you San. You really brightened my day up. I really appreciate it.”

“No need to thank me. This is just another moment that we can share with our future kids.”

“What?”

San leans in and kisses the girls soft, pink lips. His hands grab her thighs and picks her up. Y/N responds to the kiss and blushes like crazy, because San just confessed. He pushes her against the wall and tastes every inch of her mouth.

“I’ve always loved you.” He mumbles out, now kissing down her neck. “I’ve always loved you too.” She said, panting.

“Oh how I would love to make you mine.” San marks her neck and breast before coming back to her lips.

“I fucking love you so much babygirl.”

“I love you too.”

San stuffed his hand down her pants and rubbed her clit. “Princess you’re so wet for me.” He continues to rub her clit and kisses her until they hear someone clearing their throat. It was Mingi. “So I wasn’t wrong when I called you a cock sucking slut? Can’t keep your pussy to yourself I see.” San takes his hand out of her pants and protects her with his body.

“Go away. You’ve already caused enough trouble.”

“Have I now? Seems like the rumours I made up are actually true.” Mingi said cockily. His arms fold and he stares at the both of them.

San kisses her cheek and holds her hand tightly. He guides her back to the class, leaving Mingi behind.

“Don’t worry. I’ll protect you from them. I’m sure my friends will help me protect you too.” He kisses her forehead once again, before entering the classroom.

San had comforted the girl the whole day. What she thought would be the worst day of her life, happened to be the best. Thanks to San. He offered to drive her home, but she rejected and walked back instead. It was like any other day for her. She came back home, did her homework, ate dinner, showered and watched T.V. She turns the T.V off and heads back upstairs to her room.

When she opens, someone yanks her hair and pushes her on the bed. “Mingi! What the fuck-”

“Shut up!” He slaps the girl's face, leaving his hand print behind. “Tonight you don’t get to talk. Tonight you’ll be begging me to let you breathe.” He grabs the girl's hair and forces her onto her knees. “WAIT NO! MINGI NO PLEASE NO! SOMEONE HELPPPP!” She screams and cries until Mingi shoves his large cock down her throat. “Suck on it whore.” He pushes his cock down her throat and enjoys the sound of her gagging.

“Eat up, eat up my little slut.” He takes his cock out and bends her over the bed. “You gonna be a bad girl?” He spanks her ass, then shoves four fingers into her. “Oh your cunt’s so tight. Fuckkkk.” He takes them out, then shoves his giant cock into her. She struggles underneath the man and starts to beg him. “PLEASE M-MINGI IT’S MY FIRST T-TIME!”

“That’s too bad for you honey.” He spanks her ass again and starts pounding his boner into her. “PLEASE S-SLOW DOWN!” Mingi pushes her face into the comforter and goes faster. His balls swung back and hit her pussy over and over. He pulls her hair back and the girl comes up panting. “Ple-ease!”

She gulps the saliva down and hangs onto the bed sheet. The cold blood ran down her thigh and was even on Mingi’s cock as lubrication. She was terrified to talk back to Mingi because right now, she was under his control. Any wrong words and she would’ve gotten the life fucked out of her. Although she wishes to protest, she stays under him and takes it.

“You and San are already talking about kids huh?” Mingi manages to go even harder into her, while asking this question. “Well guess what princess, you’re gonna have my baby! Not San’s baby, but my baby!” He spanks her ass one more time, before shooting his cum up, inside of her.

She comes for the first time in her life and continually sobs. “Y-you c-can’t do this to me!”

“I already have. This is what I like to call a late night revenge.”

He pulls out and kisses the girl's neck from behind. “This is what you get for rejecting me.”

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beyondkailani · 4 years

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andjfkflfdlflflfm OAE is going towards the angst path??? helpppp 😭 btw hope you’re safe and doing well in these difficult times 🥺💞

Thank you, Anon! I hope you’re staying safe and well too!

Um yeah... I’m gonna torture my boys a bit. I was actually working out when that angst would really kick in and I think it’ll be around chapter 17/18 that it’ll really go next level. I’m probably going to try and get as much written all at once though because while I love seeing my readers’ reactions, I’m also not cruel and don’t want to leave weeks and weeks between updates like I am right now!

#anon ask #one piece fic #overcoming an era #this is me writing

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love sick

synopsis: being left at home with your brothers best friend shouldn’t mean anything, but you were sick and he just didn’t know he was already in love

warnings: swearing, i skimmed through this so some words might be spelled wrong

genre: fluff, angst??

wc: 2.7k

so you had been sick the entire week

and honestly you being sick would’ve worked any other week, but not this week

your parents had gone back to Australia which meant that your older brother, Chan, would be looking after you

and that wasn’t a problem

he was responsible and was very caring towards you

it’s just that

he has a lot of stuff to do

busy boy

but you were an understanding little sister so you took care of yourself for the most part

you didn’t hate chan for not being able to be your servant 25/8

but today, was not that same type of day chief

“CHAN! CHRIS! HELPPPP!” you coughed out in your raspy voice

you tried yelling to the best of your abilities but instead, they came out in strained whispers

it didn’t even make sense for you to call his name out considering he wasn’t home

“CHAN!” you yelled out a bit louder and thank lord Chan had finally gotten home

and thank lord his hearing was great because he could barely hear your cries

running up the stairs he opened the door to your room, rushing to your side in a second

“Everything okay?”

your eyes fluttered open and you saw Chan beside you

but you felt another presence

you saw minho leaning on your doorframe

looking at you with curiosity and empathy

“yea, I’m fine.” you coughed out, looking back at your brother

“I need more medicine Chan.”

and he kinda just looked at you and then at minho with a ‘how tf did you run out already’ type of look

“Two weeks ago. Felix. Dare. Drank half the bottle.” you summed up causing Chan to facepalm

“idiot”

he sighed and got up, walking out into the hallway to talk to minho

“Can you please look after her while I go get her medicine?”

“But doesn’t she usually look after herself?”

“Yeah but today’s not the same. She looks weaker.”

Minho leaned into your room and saw you fiddling with one of the hundreds of blankets covering you

cute.

“look, Minho please? I’ll pay you?”

“how much?”

“20?”

“fine.”

and so that’s how minho and you ended up on your bed watching stupid videos on your phone

you were comfortable around each other so your head rested on his shoulder as you both sat against the wall

he held your phone as you both giggled at the tiny screen

a compilation full of vines was currently playing and you both couldn’t help but fill the room with laughter

and minho would be a fool if he said he didn’t love the way your laugh sounded

and you’d be a fool for the same reason

then you got a notification from your group chat

‘y/n when are you gonna stop being sick so you can hang out with us?’

‘you know she hates hanging out with us bc she’s third-wheeling hard!’

‘lmaooo I keep forgetting she’s like hella single’

‘no one has ever liked her skshsk’

minho did not like the current texts popping up on the screen

meanwhile, you were scared that he read them

“are these your friends?” he asked, pausing the video and clicking on the next text that popped up

he flipped the phone vertically and read the messages more

he even read the gc name ‘it’s 2019 and y/n is still single’

“Does Chan know about this?”

“no.” you whispered, readjusting your head on his shoulder

you pouted at the screen

“so you didn’t answer my question, are these your friends?”

“i guess.” you sighed, not wanting to address the students as your friends

Minho’s overprotective side kicked in when he saw that they started to make fun of you even more

“what the hell?”

“don’t worry minho, they’re just playing around.”

“one of them just called you a whole ass loser? I don’t think that’s playing around anymore y/n.” he said sternly, starting to type harshly into the chat

“minho, please don’t do anything. They scare me.” you say defeated, causing the boy to stop typing and look at you with so much care and concern

he put the phone beside him and picked your head up, making you look at him as he turned his position

“what do you mean, they scare you?”

“they just,, they make fun of me and always joke about me being single. Like they were cool when I first met them and they’re still pretty cool but the jokes just hurt me a lot. Like am I really that ugly? Do I really have such a bad personality that no one wants to date me?”

and minho being the albert einstein of the century goes and says

“why don’t you just be my girlfriend?”

you choked on nothing

okay maybe you choked because there was a cough coming and it just happened to be perfect timing bUT STILL

“minho, what?”

“be my girlfriend. well. fake girlfriend that is.”

the thought of it was extraordinary. The fact that you’d be dating one of the most popular boys in school would be crazy. Your ‘friends’ would stop bugging you and making fun of you. And you had to admit you would be dating one of the few hot guys at your school.

“you know Chan would instantly kill you.”

“but if we told him why—“

“minho you know we can’t tell him why.”

“so then he can just think you’re my real girlfriend like everyone else.”

“but—“

“you’re my girlfriend now, okay? At least until they like, stop being such asses to you. Got it?”

you huffed out and looked at him pouting

“wow my girlfriend is the cutest!”

minho honestly really did find you attractive and wouldn’t mind dating you, but the feelings weren’t there along with it

but he was close enough with you to have the feeling of wanting to protect you instead of needing to protect you. There was a difference between the two.

so that’s how you two ended up walking into school, hand in hand, Monday moring on your first day back from being sick

everyone was shocked

and trust me, everyone’s eyes were on the two of you

even teachers

Chan’s mouth hung wide open while his eyes were wide too

the rest of the group of boys were also pretty stunned at the sudden

??relationship??

“hi guys!” you waved, with your free hand

“what? you? and you? and what? why?! hUH!” Chan really didn’t know what to say

“is this why you didn’t wanna walk to school with me today?! bECAUSE YOU WANTED TO WALK WITH HIM?” Chan asked and you blushed at the thought

“yea...” you said softly and Chan scoffed

he was more jealous than mad

he was used to being your walking partner and being the one you showed up to school with, bUT NO

NOW IT’S MINHO WHO’S TAKEN OVER

“what all happened when I left to get your medicine?!” Chan asked and right at that moment, the bell rung

“gOTTA BLAST!” minho yelled, and you two quickly walked away

Without even knowing, Minho had walked you to your class

“You know my classes?”

“I may have looked at your schedule once or twice when you were in the kitchen making sandwiches for Chan and I that one time.” he replied with a laugh

you shook your head, giggling at the boy

“I’ll see you at the door after 4th and we’ll go to lunch together, alright?”

you nodded your head with a smile causing minho to smile too

“I’ll see you soon princess.” he said and kissed your forehead and waved you goodbye

and you couldn’t lie, you got pretty used to all this

every day he walked you to school, then to class, kissed your forehead and would walk you to lunch and then out of his own will, he’d even text you as if you two were dating even if no one was there to trick

he pampered you with kisses, except on the lips because you made a rule about that

he loved giving you hugs no matter where you were

every time he was over, he always addressed you as babe or princess which made your heart flutter but Chan would throw up in his mouth a little each time at the cheesiness

“gET A ROOM!” he’d continuously say as he’d look over at minho feeding you a piece of popcorn during a movie

to which you would both respond with, “SHUSH THE MOVIE IS PLAYING!”

oh and sometimes, even when chan or your parents weren’t home, he’d still come over to see you and you two would just cuddle in your bed, watching a movie or show or even just more vines

you two had become a very powerful and well-known duo

a lot of people had grown to love the two of you together and so many and i mean, SO MANY people shipped you guys

it was kinda scary

like lowkey Chan even shipped it

you two had grown closer and closer throughout this whole fake dating thing and it honestly felt like you two were in a real relationship

and you’d be a fool if you were to say that you hadn’t caught just a few little feelings for him during this process

which made everything even worse

“hey, is anyone over?” you currently sat on your bed doing your homework as you heard minho’s voice echo through the phone

“no, Chan just left for work and my parents are on another business trip.”

“okay, I’m coming over.”

you had to admit, Minho did sound pretty out of it but nonetheless, you got ready to see him

“So I think it’s been long enough and I’m pretty sure we can stop this whole dating thing now.” he said, his voice monotone

he seemed like he had no feelings whatsoever

“oh, yeah?” you questioned, pushing away the feeling of your heart clenching

“yeah. I think it’s best. We’ve been going for four months now and people have died down about us and your friends stopped bugging you. I think now’s a perfect chance.” he reasoned and he was right

but you didn’t want any of this to stop

and neither did he

“Yeah, you’re right. Thanks for helping me out of that whole situation by the way.” you tried laughing away the thoughts of getting teased again but instead your laugh only came out bitter.

he could hear the hurt in your voice

“No problem, but I got to go now. Dance practice is in 30.”

“yea, of course. I’ll see you around.”

and with that he was out the door

no one ever said changing someone’s name in your phone could hurt that bad, especially when the name wasn’t even supposed to mean anything

and no one ever said dancing to a song that wasn’t even close to reminding someone of a certain somebody could cause so much anger with themselves to the point where they’d release it all through dancing

it was hell for the both of you

because in the end, you both caught feelings

so now for the past week it’s been you and chan back together again, walking to school, him walking you to your classes, and him walking you home

but nothing felt the same

you had grown so attached to minho that it didn’t feel right now having him by your side

you missed him

a lot

and like everyone could tell

even minho

he kept his distance from you like any normal person would after a break-up but truth is, all he wanted to do was cuddle you and shower you with kisses the way he did before

he hated to admit it but he had fallen for his best friends little sister

things weren’t easier for you after the break-up

minho didn’t mean to make things worse

he didn’t

it was just the mindset of your ‘friends’

instead of getting made fun of for being single, you were now made fun of for being broken up with by the hottest dude in school

and this didn’t go unnoticed by minho

he promised himself he wouldn’t intervene but one day it had gone too far

“where’s your boyfriend y/n? Off with someone new?”

“minho wouldn’t do that.”

“You know he never liked you. It was probably a dare or something!”

they all laughed at this remark

“again, minho isn’t like that. I’ve known him for like five years. He’s never done that.”

“that doesn’t mean he’s not willing to try it with you.”

your friends smirked at you, surrounding you as they cornered you against the locker

minho had been watching the whole scene from behind a wall

and when one of them had finally chosen to lay a hand on you, he had to step in

running towards the group, he pushed away one of the boys standing around you and stood protectively in front of you

“what the fuck is your problem?” minho asked harshly, all his anger boiling up

“aww look who’s here to protect his ex-girlfriend!!” one of the girls mocked, causing minho to grow angrier

“who says we ever broke up?” minho asked, reaching for your hand to hold

he squeezed it tightly in reassurance

“then why has she been so depressed lately? Everyone knows you broke up min, give it a rest.”

“her cat died, do you expect her to be happy if a pet that she’s grown up with since birth has just died?” it was the best lie minho could think of at the moment and since god was in his favor, these idiots actually believed him

“so you never broke up?”

“no, of course not. I’d never do that to her.”

“then why were you never with her?”

“she needed her space.”

“how do we know you’re not lying?”

“because...I’m?? not??”

“kiss her then.”

he turned to face you, looking down at your nervous figure

he brought his hand up, softly rubbing at your cheek, reassuring you everything would be okay

he nodded at you

and you nodded at him

and in a matter of seconds, his lips were on yours

it felt like fireworks for the both of you

his lips tasted like strawberries while yours tasted like cinnamon

the feeling of your lips against his made his stomach do backflips

he had always wondered what it would feel like to kiss you and it was so much better than he had ever dreamed

he pulled you closer, your bodies colliding with each other

you wrapped your arms around his neck, playing with the hairs on his nape

you were both so lost in the moment and you both loved every second of it

finally pulling away, he rested his head against yours as you both caught your breaths

“I love you.” he breathed out

“I love you too minho.” you said, burying your head into his chest

he held you close, turning to talk to your friends

“See I to- where’d they go?”

you moved your head to look and saw they were gone too

“I think you proved your point to them.” you said with a giggle, causing him to smile

“do you mean it?” he asked as you started to walk hand in hand down the hall

“that I love you?” he nodded

“I mean everything I’ve ever said to you in our ‘relationship’.”

“even the part where you said you wouldn’t mind really being mine?”

you shyly looked down and nodded, a smile forming on your face

“well lucky for you, I like you a lot and I really wanna be with you.” minho said casually, causing you to blush harder

he stopped in his tracks, making you stop too

grabbing your face gently, he made you look up at him

“will you be my girlfriend?” he asked, with the most genuine smile

“of course.” you replied, shyly planting a kiss to his lips

and so that’s how you and minho ended up becoming a real couple this time

and people still loved the idea of you two together

the lie of your cat dying stuck and it even spread around school

so when Chan finally found out he apparently had a cat that died, he almost freaked out because he really thought you had been hiding a cat from him this entire time

“hyung, how stupid are you?”

“wAIT SO IS SOONIE ACTUALLY OUR CAT?!”

“Chan, sweetie. no.”

and you all lived happily ever after

and this time the prince and princess weren’t faking it

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