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yzzyhee · 3 days

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HEARTBREAK GIRL - sjy

PAIRING: bff!sim jaeyun x yn

WARNING: pet name (angel, baby) lmk if i missed anything, slight angst..? a lot of feelings involved, kinda mean heeseung??

WC: ~5k more or less

SYNOPSIS: jake has always been there for you through thick and thin — he was always there to take away your hurt, as he was your cure, but when were you going to realise?

PLAYLIST: 5sos - heartbreak girl

A.N: hi everyone i just wanted to say quickly that it’s my first written fic, i have no idea what im doing tbf but i just really really liked the idea for a while and decided to give it a shot .. i truly accept any constructive criticism you might have idm this will probably be the first and last time i post something but ! do let me know what you guys think, it would mean a lot !!

ps. this one is dedicated to my wife @ja3yun seriously couldn’t have done it without ur advices so seriously tysm bb!!

I. “YOU CALL ME UP // IT’S LIKE A BROKEN RECORD // SAYING THAT YOUR HEART HURTS”

Jake sighs as his phone buzzes. Picking it up he sees your caller ID and for a split of a second he doesn’t want to pick up the call. As he glances at the phone he lets himself wonder what a different life would be like; if somehow in another life he could stop caring and ignore you.

He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath — that could never be a possibility. He’s sure that if that another life actually exists, the universe would somehow bring him together with you and all of this would eventually happen.

“Y/N?” he answers, trying to keep his voice steady.

“Jake…” you manag to say even though your friend can barely hear your voice. “He broke up with me.” you said as a sob escaped from you.

Jake feels like his own heart is shattering. Not for your and Heeseung’s relationship that was over for now but mostly for himself. He’d seen you go through this too many times, always falling for the wrong boys and always ending up heartbroken.

“It just hurts so bad, Jake..” you cry, your voice breaking.

As you continued crying and uttering words that made Jake’s heart drop at how you seem to hate yourself now, he feels like he could punch Heeseung if he were to see him now. Even though he has been there for you through many of your previous heartbreaks and also fights with Heeseung he never heard you cry so bad.

“Hey, Y/N.. Listen to me. Take deep breaths, stop crying, angel, please.” Jake says softly and it makes you stop crying over the phone for a bit.

“You’re more than just a pretty face, okay? Don’t listen to him. You’re smart, you’re kind and you’re wicked funny.. And I guarantee there’s a guy out there who will see what I see, okay?”

You take a sharp breath and nodd but quickly mutter a “Yes” as you realize he can’t see you through the phone.

“I just.. Why does this keep happening, Jake? Why are all the guys I end up with always such assholes?”

“It’s not you, angel. You’re really amazing, you know? Sometimes people like him… just don’t realize what they have right in front of them until it’s too late. He will definitely come crawling back to you in no time.” Jake says in a playful tone but his words held some truth — even through your fights Heeseung always came back.

You chuckle and it makes Jake smile. He hates seeing or hearing you cry, especially when it’s about your relationships and how you always deem yourself unworthy of love from anyone when it’s your boyfriends who just can’t appreciate you.

“Thank you, Jake. Thank you for being a friend. It’s so late right now..I’m sorry for bothering you.”

Jake chuckles as well. “You never bother me, angel.”

“I’ll call you tomorrow at 10.”

Then the phone call abruptly comes to an end and Jake sighs for the second time that night. He knows you won’t call, especially if Heeseung puts his ego aside and comes back to you tonight.

He takes the pillow from under his head and places it on top, muffling a scream as his own mind and especially you liked to play him in circles again and again.

II. HE TREATS YOU SO BAD AND I’M SO GOOD TO YOU, IT’S NOT FAIR

“Okay, enough.” Jake says as he looks away from you and Heeseung’s display of affection. “I’m seriously happy you got back together but I am still third-wheeling here…” he lies gritting his teeth.

To you it looks like he is actually happy for you and just annoyed by your public display of love with Heeseung but in reality? No, in reality he simply can’t stand seeing you act so in love with the boy when just three days ago he insulted you, called you mean words and broke it off. Just for him to come back to you, act all sad, say sorry and you forgive him just like that.

You push Heeseung slightly off you and lean closer to Jake to take his hand in yours, giving it a small squeeze. “I’m sorry, Heeseung just really wanted to come to the drive-in movie and I couldn’t say no..”

Heeseung drags you back into him and puts a hand over your shoulder while the other is sneaking between your thighs. You giggle and slap his hand away while muttering that “Jake is right here”. Jake quickly adverts his eyes, finding the movie on the playing suddenly interesting.

“Oh, it’s getting rather chilly…” you say after a few minutes and look longingly at your boyfriend, hoping for him to get the message and give you his jacket.

“I told you to bring a jacket, dummy.” Heeseung says, rolling his eyes but making no move of giving his jacket to his girlfriend. “How about you go get us some drinks, baby? Maybe if you move a bit you can get warm.”

Jake shakes his head at his words and scoffs. He takes off his jacket and puts it on your shoulders. “Here, Y/N.”

You smile gratefully at Jake, your eyes softening. “ Thank you, Jake. You’re the best.”

“Anytime,” Jake replies, his voice gentle. He glances at Heeseung, his expression hardening. “You should take better care of her, man.”

Heeseung shrugged, not even bothering to spare Jake a look. “She’s fine. She can handle herself.”

Jake clenches his jaw, resisting the urge to say something more. He hates how Heeseung keeps treating you, how he takes you for granted and never caring. He treats you so bad and he’s so good to you — it just wasn’t fair.

During the movie that Jake paid no attention to , he couldn’t help but compare himself to Heeseung. What does Heeseung have that he doesn’t? Is it the hair, the stupid leather jacket he always wears, the bambi eyes, the way he carries himself with such confidence or the way he seems to effortlessly attract attention wherever he goes?

Or maybe you just happen to like the way Heeseung makes you feel after all. The excitement of the chase, the push and pull, the high and low that came with every fight and every word in it, making it hurt but also giving you a rush feeling.

But he knows you. In the long run you don’t actually want all of that. As he steals a glance at the two of you, he feels like he could scream out right now that you could be with him now. He could offer you love, stability. He decides to push off that idea out of his mind as fast as it came. You are happy with Heeseung for now and that’s all that matters.

He feels a hand on his shoulder, a gentle touch that brings him back to the present. He looks up to see you, seeing your soft smile but when he looks into your eyes he sees sadness lingering behind them.

“Hey, we’re going to head out… Heeseung needs to meet up with some friends.” you say quietly to Jake, your voice barely above a whisper.

Jake frowns, feeling frustrated. “You can stay, can’t you? You love this movie!” he exclaims, his voice louder than he intends, hoping that Heeseung can hear the disappointment in his voice.

You purse your lips and shake your head. With a low voice you mutter an apology and start to take his jacket off to return it to him but he stops you.

“Keep it.” Jake tells you offering a smile that doesn’t quite reaches his eyes.

You nod, getting up quickly and follow Heeseung to leave the drive-in movie location. You take one look back to wave goodbye at Jake, seeing him standing there, his eyes locked on you.

Jake watches you leave, the weight of unspoken words heavy on his heart. He waves back, his smile fading as soon as you turn away.

He closes his eyes and looks up at the sky, the cool night air brushing against his skin. The stars twinkle above, indifferent to his inner turmoil. He takes a deep breath, the chilly air filling his lungs, and lets it out slowly, his breath visible in the night air.

In the silence of the drive-in, the sound of distant car engines and the murmur of people leaving fill the background, but Jake is lost in his thoughts. He thinks about all the moments he’s shared with you, the laughter, the tears, and the quiet times where just being near you was enough. He thinks about the way Heeseung treats you, and it makes his chest tighten with frustration and longing.

Jake opens his eyes, the stars still sparkling above, offering no answers, no solace. He knows he can’t keep this to himself much longer. The longer he waits, the more he sees you getting hurt, the more it eats away at him. But he can’t do it. He knows you need to know that someone out there loves you deeply but what if it his feelings would ruin everything for good? For now, all he can do is be there for you, as he always has been. He turns away from the screen, walking slowly to his car. As he gets in and starts the engine, he glances back at the empty space where you had been sitting, the memory of your sad smile etched in his mind.

III. SOMETIMES I’M SO CLOSE TO CONFESSION

Jake sits in his room, the soft glow of his desk lamp casting long shadows across the walls. His mind is a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions, his heart heavy with the weight of unspoken words. For weeks now, he’s been wrestling with the idea of confessing his feelings to you, his best friend and the person he cares about most in the world. But every time he tries to gather the courage to tell you how he feels, his fears and insecurities hold him back, trapping him in a cycle of doubt and self-pity.

“Hey, Jake, are you listening?” your voice takes him out of his thoughts. You get up from the bed and go sit on the desk chair next to him.

“No, sorry.” Jake smile sheepishly. “You were saying?” he attempts to play it off.

You roll your eyes. “I was talking about this new book coming up…” you trail off, talking about the upcoming release of your favourite author.

Jake can’t help but let himself watch you. He thinks about the way you smile, the way your soft giggle fills the room and makes his heart skip a beat and the way your eyes light up when you talk about something you’re passionate about just like now.

And as he listens to you talk, he can’t help but feel a sense of longing wash over him, a longing to tell you how he feels, to lay his heart bare and risk it all for the chance at something more.

“Y/N I-“ Jake suddenly interrupts you but his bravery doesn’t last long.

As the moment passes, the words stick in his throat, suffocating him with their weight. He wants to tell you, he really does, but the fear of rejection holds him back, paralyzing him with its grip.

“Yes? Did you want to say something?” you ask him and look up to him just to see him shake his head and motioning for you to continue talking about the book.

And so he sits there, silent and still, watching you with a mixture of adoration and regret, wishing he could find the courage to take the leap and tell you how he feels.

As you continue to talk, oblivious to the turmoil raging within him, Jake can’t help but wonder what it would feel like to hold you in his arms, to kiss you under the stars, to whisper words of love into your ear. But for now, all he can do is watch and wait, hoping that one day, he’ll find the strength to confess his feelings and take a chance on love.

“You will come with me, right?” you say to him suddenly. “To the book release? Heeseung doesn’t want to come, he thinks it’s silly..”

Jake's heart skips a beat at your words, his mind racing with a mixture of excitement and nervousness but also anger towards Heeseung — how could he think your passion, your hobby is something silly and telling you that to your face nonetheless? Jake keeps those thoughts of your boyfriend to himself. However the thought of spending time alone with you again, of being by your side as you indulge in something you love and hanging out just like old times, fills him with a sense of warmth and anticipation.

“Of course, Y/N,” he says, his voice soft.“I’d love to come with you.”

A smile spreads across your face, and Jake feels his heart swell with happiness at the sight. For a moment, everything else fades away, leaving just the two of you, lost in the moment together.

And as you talk excitedly about the upcoming event, Jake can't help but feel a sense of hope stir within him. Maybe this is his chance, his opportunity to finally confess his feelings and take a chance on love. And as he looks into your eyes, he knows that no matter what happens, he'll always be there for you, ready to support you and cherish every moment you share together.

IV. I’M RIGHT HERE, WHEN YOU GONNA REALISE // THAT I’M YOUR CURE?

“Heeseung, what’s gotten into you?” you ask, frustration clear in your tone as you watch him pace around your living room.

Heeseung stops and scoffs. “Are you serious?”

You fight the urge to roll your eyes. Ever since he tagged along to the the drive-in movie hang out between you and Jake and then found out you went with Jake to your book release event he started to act out. He rejects your ideas to go out on a date, he rejects initiating any kind of intimacy to you — even refusing to hold your hand, something he’s never done in your 6 months relationship.

You can’t help but feel confused and hurt by his sudden change in behaviour. He used to be so affectionate even if you had a fight and was always eager to show you off on dates and such but now he seems like a completely different person.

“Seriously, Heeseung. Talk to me, what’s going on?” you press, your voice tinged with worry.

Heeseung looks at you and steps closer. “You’re in love, baby.” he says while putting a strand of your hair behind your ear, smiling softly. “But not with me.”

“What?” you say, your mind racing as you try to process what he just said.

“I think you should give Jake a call.” Heeseung continues, his expression earnest though you can’t help but feel puzzled by his sudden insight. Heeseung chuckles. “C’mon, baby. Did you think I wouldn’t notice? How your eyes always light up when he’s around or how you always talk about him when he’s not and bring him up whenever there’s an opportunity? Or how you always compare what I do with what he does?”

You part your lips slightly, caught off guard by his observations. His words hit you like a bolt of lightning, sparking a flurry of emotions within you.

“But… I…” you stammer, struggling to find the words to express the tumultuous thoughts swirling in your mind.

Heeseung reaches out, gently cupping your face in his hands. “It’s okay, Y/N,” he says softly. “I understand. Hell, I’d fall in love with the guy too if he were to always drop everything and be at my beck and call. How did you not realise everything sooner? I swear, he has been so obvious the past weeks.” he chuckles. “Actually, did you know he had a presentation on the day you went with him to the book release? He talked with his professor to present it earlier so he could come with you.”

Heeseung’s words hit you like a sudden gust of winter wind, cutting through the air with their sharpness and leaving you feeling exposed and vulnerable. His observations about Jake’s actions leave you reeling, the realization sinking in like a heavy weight on your chest.

“I… I didn’t know,” you whisper, your voice barely above a whisper as you struggle to process the information. “I didn’t realize he was going out of his way for me…”

Heeseung’s hands drop from your face, his expression softening with understanding. “It’s okay, Y/N,” he says gently, his voice a comforting presence in the midst of the storm raging inside you. “Sometimes, it’s hard to see things clearly when you’re too close to them.”

You nod slowly, feeling a sense of guilt wash over you at the thought of all the times you may have overlooked Jake’s gestures of affection. How could you have been so blind to his feelings, so oblivious to the depth of his love for you?

Heeseung leans in closer and kisses your forehead. It’s a tender, lingering kiss, filled with a mixture of sadness and acceptance. He pulls back, looking into your eyes one last time with a strained smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. The weight of the moment hangs heavy between you, and you can feel the finality in his actions. He turns and walks towards the door.

You watch him leave, your heart aching as he steps out of your apartment. The door closes behind him with a soft click, and you stand there, feeling a profound sense of loss. Part of you wants to run after him, to call him back and somehow make everything right. But you know that some things can’t be fixed with a few words.

You move to the window and peer out, hoping to catch a glimpse of Heeseung, hoping he would turn back and give you one last look. But the street below is empty, and the cold night air feels like a reflection of the unresting feeling inside you.

For the first time after a break-up, you don’t call Jake. You take the night to yourself, the silence of your apartment enveloping you like a cold winter's night. Your mind is a whirlwind of confusion and heartache, the echoes of Heeseung's words lingering like a biting chill.

As you sit alone, wrapped in a blanket on the couch, your thoughts turn to Jake. The realisation that he might have deeper feelings for you sends a shiver down your spine. You’ve always seen him as your rock, your dependable best friend, but now, faced with the possibility that his feelings might run deeper, you feel an icy grip of uncertainty and fear tighten around your heart.

You think about all the moments you’ve shared with Jake, the late-night conversations, the inside jokes, the way he’s always been there for you. How could you have been so blind to his feelings? The thought of potentially hurting him, of disrupting the comfortable dynamic you’ve always shared, fills you with a sense of dread. It’s like stepping out into the harsh winter wind, unsure if you’ll be able to find your way back to the warmth and safety you’ve known.

You wrap the blanket tighter around yourself, seeking comfort in its embrace, but your mind continues to spiral. What if you don’t feel the same way? What if your feelings for Jake are merely a reflection of your gratitude and dependence on his unwavering support? The thought of leading him on, of giving him false hope, sends a pang of guilt through you. The guilt eats at you for not noticing sooner, for being so wrapped up in your own relationships and dramas that you missed the quiet, steady love that Jake might have been offering all along. It’s a chilling thought, realizing how much you might have overlooked in your pursuit of fleeting romances with others.

Your heart and mind feel like a frozen landscape, barren and cold, with no clear path forward. You can’t deny the flutter of something more when you think of Jake, but it’s buried under layers of confusion and fear. You’ve been through so much heartache, and the idea of risking your most cherished friendship for a chance at something more feels like walking on thin ice, fragile and treacherous.

The night wears on, and the cold, empty silence of your apartment presses down on you. You long for the warmth of Jake’s presence, his soothing voice and reassuring words, but you know you can’t run to him this time. You need to sort through your feelings, to understand what’s real and what’s born out of loneliness and a desire for comfort.

As the hours pass, you come to a bittersweet realization. You need to protect Jake from potential heartbreak, to shield him from the uncertainty that’s freezing your heart. You care for him too much to risk his happiness on your unresolved feelings. And so, for the first time, you decide to face this winter storm on your own, hoping that in the process, you’ll find clarity and the strength to either embrace or gently let go of what could be.

Tomorrow, you’ll see him, and maybe the warmth of his smile will melt some of the ice around your heart. But tonight, you wrap yourself tighter in your blanket and let the winter winds of your emotions rage on, knowing that some answers can only be found in the stillness of the cold.

You don’t see him tomorrow. Instead, you chose to run from him, from his feelings and your own. The weight of your confusion and fear makes you retreat further into yourself, wrapping the cold, comforting solitude around you like a protective cloak. You bury yourself in college work, books and anything that can keep your mind occupied. Yet, in the quiet moments — those still, silent spaces between the busyness — your thoughts inevitably drift back to Jake.

The look in Jake’s eyes when he’s with you haunts you. It’s a look filled with warmth and unspoken words. A look that now seems so painfully clear in hindsight. It’s as if he’s always been there, offering you a love as constant and reassuring as the summer sun, yet you were too caught up in the fleeting, cold winter winds of other relationships to notice.

Jake’s feelings for you feel like a warm summer day. They’re gentle and persistent, bringing light and comfort into your life without demanding anything in return. His love is the kind that warms you from the inside out, melting away the icy barriers you’ve built around your heart. But now, the fear of stepping into that warmth, of risking the friendship you hold so dear, keeps you trapped in a winter of your own making.

Meanwhile, Jake is left adrift, confused and hurt by your sudden withdrawal. He tries to seek you out, to understand why you’re avoiding him, but every attempt is met with distance. He feels like he’s chasing shadows, reaching out for something that slips further away with each passing day. He even tried to talk with Heeseung, hoping that the man knows something of why you’re acting this way towards him but much like you, Heeseung avoided him.

As the days turn into a week, the winter storm within you begins to show signs of weakening. The relentless busyness that you’ve thrown yourself into can’t keep the feelings at bay forever. In those quiet moments, when you’re alone with your thoughts, you start to feel the warmth of Jake’s love seeping through the cracks in your icy defenses.

You remember the way he looked at you, the gentle, unspoken promises in his eyes. The realization that you’ve been running from something so genuine, so pure, starts to thaw the fear and confusion that have held you captive. The warmth of Jake’s love begins to melt the ice around your heart, and you start to see things more clearly.

You know you can’t avoid him forever. The thought of hurting Jake, of causing him pain with your indecision, is unbearable. You decide that it’s time to face your feelings, to confront the truth that you’ve been so afraid of. You owe it to Jake, and to yourself, to be honest about what’s in your heart.

With a deep breath, you pick up your phone and send him a message, asking to meet. The anticipation of seeing him again fills you with a mix of dread and hope. You know the conversation ahead will be difficult, but it’s the only way to move forward.

As you wait for his response, you feel a sense of clarity. The journey ahead might be uncertain, but you’re ready to step into the light, to embrace the summer warmth that Jake’s love promises. And maybe, just maybe, you’ll find that the path you’re most afraid of is the one that leads you to the happiness you’ve been searching for.

“Ofcourse. When and where?”

His response is immediate, no hesitation, no hint of the confusion and hurt you know he must be feeling. The simplicity of his words, the readiness to meet despite everything, brings a small, bittersweet smile to your face. You suggest a quiet café near campus, a place you both know well, and set a time for the next afternoon.

The next day, as you make your way to the café, your mind is a whirlwind of emotions. The warmth of the spring sun on your face feels like a promise, a gentle reassurance that everything might just be okay. You take a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves, and step inside.

Jake is already there, sitting at a corner table. The sight of him sends a rush of emotions through you — relief, nervousness and a profound sense of familiarity. He looks up as you approach, and his puppy like smile is like a beacon of warmth cutting through your lingering uncertainty.

“Hey,” he says softly, standing up to greet you.

“Hey,” you reply, your voice a little shaky. You both sit down, and for a moment, there’s an awkward silence. Jake’s eyes search your face, and you can see the questions and concern in them.

“I’m sorry I’ve been avoiding you,” you start, your voice barely above a whisper. “I just needed some time to think.”

Jake nods, his expression understanding but guarded. “I’ve been worried about you,” he admits. “I didn’t know what was going on, and I… I missed you.”

His words hit you like a gentle breeze, warm and reassuring, but also filled with a depth of emotion that makes your heart ache. “I missed you too,” you confess. “I needed to figure out some things… about us, about my feelings.”

Jake’s eyes widen slightly, a flicker of hope and fear crossing his face. “Us?Your feelings?” he echoes, his voice tense with anticipation.

You take a deep breath, gathering your courage. “Jake, you’ve always been there for me. You’ve been my rock, my best friend, and… I’ve realized that maybe, I’ve been blind to something that’s been right in front of me all along.”

His eyes are locked onto yours, and you can see the hope growing, the warmth in his gaze like the sun breaking through the clouds after a cold cold winter day. “What do you mean?” he asks softly.

“I mean…” you struggle to find the right words, the right way to express the tumult of emotions inside you. “I think I’ve been so caught up in my own fears and insecurities that I didn’t see what was right in front of me. You’ve always been there, and I’ve come to realize that… that I care about you, Jake. More than just as a friend.”

There, it’s out. You think as you let the words out of your mouth. The words hang in the air between you, a confession that feels both terrifying and liberating. Jake’s expression softens, a mixture of relief and overwhelming emotion flooding his face.

“I’ve cared about you for a long time.. I’m surprised you didn’t notice sooner,” he admits, his voice shaking slightly. “I didn’t know how to tell you without risking what we have. But hearing you say that… it means everything to me.”

You reach across the table, taking his hand in yours. The simple touch feels like a lifeline, grounding you in this moment of vulnerability and honesty. “I’m scared, Jake,” you confess. “I’m scared of losing what we have, but I’m more scared of never knowing what we could be.”

Jake squeezes your hand, his grip warm and reassuring. “We’ll figure it out together,” he promises. “We’ve always been there for each other, and that won’t change. I want to be with you, Y/N. Not just as your friend, but as someone who loves you.”

His words are like the first true warmth of summer, melting away the last of your fears. You smile, a genuine, hopeful smile, and nod. “I want that too, Jake. I want to see where this goes, with you.”

As you sit there, hand in hand, you feel the ice around your heart finally melt away, replaced by the warmth and promise of a new beginning. The journey ahead might be uncertain, but with Jake by your side, you know you’ll face it together, one step at a time.

#— 💭 mars ; written work #i had no idea what i was doing its 2am #enhypen jake fic #jake x reader #jake sim x reader #sim jaeyun x reader #enha x reader #enha angst #enha fluff #enha imagines #enhypen imagines #jake imagines

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pupuyvs · 3 days

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Chaewon quickly checks her appearance once more in the mirror.

She wanted to look absolutely perfect for Jihye.

“You look dumb,” Eunchae says, breaking Chaewon’s concentration.

Chaewon rolls her eyes, “What do you want, Jihye is waiting outside.”

“Nothing, just wanted to say you look dumb.”

“Thanks Eunchae,” Chaewon says as she grabs her overnight bag.

“It’s a good thing.”

Chaewon raises an eyebrow, “How is looking “dumb” a good thing?”

Eunchae shrugs looking down at her shoes, “Never seen you dress like this for Yeonjun, you’re always looking uncomfortable and “not dumb,” and I don’t know it’s nice to see you differently.”

Chaewon smiles at the younger girl, “Softening up on me?”

Eunchae scoffs, “No, never.”

“Good, after all it’s just a first date,” Chaewon feels her phone buzz in her hand, another text from Jihye, “A first date I’m currently making wait.”

Eunchae moves away from the door as Chaewon walks towards it.

“Be safe, if Jihye tries anything I’ll fight her.”

Chaewon nods as she chuckles, “I’ll make sure to bring something back from wherever we go for you.”

Eunchae smiles in response, which causes Chaewon to smile back at her. She hugs the taller girl before finally walking down the stairs and leaving the house.

When she walks out she sees Jihye leaning against her car, looking down to fidget with her hands. Once she hears the front door close she looks up and smiles causing Chaewon to blush lightly.

“Here, let me take that,” Jihye says once Chaewon reaches her, grabbing her overnight bag.

With the bag in one hand, she opens the passenger door with the other.

“Thank you,” Chaewon says as she gets in the car.

Once the door closes she takes it as an opportunity to take a look around the interior of the car.

The car was an older Honda, with fabric seats that held tiny wear and tear from over the years. Fingerprints were visible on any place they could stick. There were small cartoon stickers on the dashboard; beads and a car freshener that smelt of cinnamon, hanging from the rearview mirror. As she went to take a look at the back seat the driver door opened, Jihye got in with a small smile.

“Ready to go?”

Chaewon nods, which causes Jihye to put her seatbelt on and start up the car.

As they leave through the roundabout in front of Chaewon’s house, Chaewon takes it as another opportunity to look around the car some more.

The back of the car was big enough to fit three people, with small stains from what was clearly past food spills. On the floor was Jihye’s soccer bag, her cleats, jersey and shin guards spilling out of it. The floor clearly had just been vacuumed recently, the material having the clear telltale signs.

It was different from what she was used to, her family and friends' cars were luxurious, leather seats with beautiful trim littering the dashboard and doors. The car windows would be crystal clean, everyone who would enter the car knowing to not touch anything their hands wouldn’t touch regularly. However, Chaewon finds she didn’t mind Jihye’s car, in fact she might’ve preferred it like this, it felt more comfortable.

When she looks forward she sees a hand holding a wire in front of her.

“So you can play music,” Jihye says while still looking at the road.

Chaewon nods before taking the wire and plugging it into her phone, she plays the first playlist she sees and puts her phone on her lap.

“This song sounds good.”

“It’s one of my favorites,” Chaewon responds.

“Really? What is it?”

“In love by ADOY.”

Jihye hums, “I have to add it to my playlist.”

Chaewon doesn’t respond, leading them to fall into a small comfortable silence.

“How long do we have till we get there again,” Chaewon asks after a few songs play.

“Almost three hours, you can take a small nap if you want to, we’ll be out for a bit tonight.”

Chaewon nods, but before she could respond she gets distracted.

See Chaewon was a simple girl, she never claimed to be any different, so she couldn’t be blamed for being distracted when she sees Jihye’s right hand now resting on the center console. She knew she could just hold Jihye’s hands, but she felt nervous for the first time in a while, see she never held hands with Yeonjun, why would she, she didn’t actually like him, and Yena didn’t like to hold hands. So now here she was stuck, struggling to hold someone’s hand.

She sighed out as she flexed her left hand, “Just grab her hand,” Chaewon thinks to herself.

Too distracted, she doesn’t see Jihye glancing at her, concerned with each sigh Chaewon lets out.

“You okay Chaewon?”

Chaewon looks at her before spitting out the question, “Can I hold your hand?”

Jihye quickly gives Chaewon a shocked look before nodding and holding her hand up.

Jihye’s hand was soft, with old small calluses littering it, which Chaewon assumed came from childhood adventures. It was slightly bigger than hers and was more so on the slimmer side, to put it simply, it was perfect for Chaewon.

“Feeling better?”

“Sorry?”

“You were sighing a lot so I just thought you weren’t feeling okay,” Jihye tells her.

“I am, thank you.”

Jihye doesn’t respond which leaves Chaewon to turn her attention back to their intertwined hands, which she pulls onto her lap. She quickly takes a picture of it with her other hand, the music pauses causing Jihye to look at her before smiling and staying silent.

Once the music resumed Chaewon is slowly lulled to sleep by the atmosphere and warmth Jihye’s hand brings, after just a few minutes of trying to fight it Chaewon ends up falling into a deep sleep.

Chaewon is pulled from her slumber by Jihye trying to pull her hand from hers. Not wanting to separate, Chaewon holds on tighter causing the other to let out a sound of exasperation.

“Chae, I need you to let go.”

Chae? I like the sound of that.

“Chae, please let go, we’re here.”

Chaewon finally lets Jihye’s hand slip from hers as she opens her eyes to look around.

They were parked on a very typical countryside street, dogs outside, clothing lines decorating the front of every house while bikes are parked against them.

The slam of the trunk pulls her out of her observations, she watches as Jihye walks up a couple of stairs before sliding open a door and disappearing.

Chaewon takes this as the chance to check her phone only to see multiple messages from Yizhuo and Eunchae, both wondering if she was alive.

She rolls her eyes at their dramatics before responding to them both saying she was more than okay.

She jumps lightly when there is a knock on the window, relaxing when she sees it is Jihye.

Jihye opens her door slightly before standing in the opening, essentially caging her in.

She begins talking but Chaewon is way too distracted by the lipstick print on her cheek.

Chaewon is a very possessive person, always has been, and since discovering Jihye her possessive nature has only grown. So seeing another persons kiss mark on someone she considered hers was not something she was happy about.

“So what do you think?”

Chaewon simply gestures for Jihye to lean down, which she does, albeit confused.

Once she was close enough Chaewon licks the tip of her thumb and immediately starts wiping the mark off Jihye’s face. When it was gone enough to satisfy Chaewon she smiles, “Repeat what you were saying.”

Now blushing Jihye repeats herself, “I was saying that we should walk, the place is only 10 minutes away, and there probably won’t be any parking so you know…”

Chaewon simply nods before unbuckling her seatbelt and getting out of the car.

Once out Jihye closes the door for her and locks it, looking at Chaewon she smiles and holds her hand out, “Shall we?”

The walk had been peaceful so far, it taking a bit longer than 10 minutes due to Jihye having to stop to say hi to a person she seemed to have known along the way. As they get closer the smell of food gets stronger along with the loudness of people. It wasn’t until Chaewon spotted a ferris wheel in the distance did she know where they were going.

“You brought me to a carnival?”

Jihye shrugs slightly, “More so a festival, I hope that’s okay.”

Chaewon quickly nods, “More than okay I’ve always wanted to go to one as a kid. It also helps no one will notice us here.”

The smile on Jihye’s face drops, “Right.”

Before Chaewon could see the change in Jihye’s attitude she immediately puts a smile back on and pulls her to where the entrance is.

Once inside Chaewon drops Jihye’s hand so she can take everything in. It was exactly as she expected it to be; rows and rows of food, games, and vendors selling things, the lights coming from them slightly dull due to the sun still being up. Live music, being played from somewhere, filling the gaps in the hundreds of conversations around them.

Jihye smiles as she takes a couple of steps back to take a picture of the girl, she had purposely cleaned out her camera roll since she knew she would want to take hundreds of her tonight.

Once satisfied with the picture she goes back to the girl’s side, “I was thinking since the sun doesn’t set for about another hour, we could look at some of the vendors here, do a couple of rides, play some games, then when it gets dark eat, and do it all again. We can save the ferris wheel for last.”

Chaewon nods excitedly before hugging the girl's arm, “Let's do exactly that.”

Jihye chuckles softly at the girl before nodding and starting to walk, Chaewon still clinging onto her arm.

The first thing they did was shop for Chaewon’s friends and Eunchae. Finding cute trinkets she thought each girl might like.

Chaewon was in the middle of looking at a necklace when Jihye tears away from her, causing her to immediately look up.

“I’ll be right back.”

With that Jihye walks away, Chaewon looks back at the necklace but feels herself growing uninterested due to Jihye no longer being next to her.

“Can I please get it?”

Chaewon turns to the noise, it was a little girl asking her mom for a bracelet. The mother gave the girl a look Chaewon has never seen before and watches as she shakes her head softly, “It’s too much sweetie.”

The little girl nods sadly and Chaewon feels her heart clench slightly, she quickly calls over the vendor, “How much is that bracelet?”

“75,000 won.”

Chaewon nods before handing over her card. The vendor quickly swipes her card and bags up the bracelet, but is confused when she shakes her head. “Give it to that little girl, tell them you decided to give it to them.”

The vendor nods and quickly does it, Chaewon smiles when she sees the shock on both the mom and daughter’s face. She was watching the mom put the bracelet on her daughter when she is pulled from the sight by a familiar voice nearly whispering in her ear, “That was a nice thing to do.”

Chaewon shrugs before turning to Jihye, “Why’d you leave me?”

Jihye looks at Chaewon with a look in her eyes, another one she isn’t familiar with, but as quickly as it is there it is gone. She watches as Jihye lifts something up in front of her, and looks at it confused, “A necklace? I don’t really need one.”

“Just take it.”

As she grabs it she spots something new on Jihye’s thumb, which causes her to look back at the necklace, before gasping and hitting her arm.

“You got us matching jewelry?”

Jihye, still rubbing the area Chaewon hit, sheepishly nods, “I hope that’s okay, I thought it’d be cool if we had something matching to remember this day by. It’s also lowkey so no one will notice.”

Chaewon quickly put the necklace back in Jihye’s hand before turning around, “Put it on me.”

The necklace was a skinny chain that had a ring with a small sun engraved into it, it matching perfectly with the thumb ring Jihye now had on that had a small moon engraving.

When Jihye finishes closing the clasp Chaewon immediately turns around and hugs her.

Jihye hugs her back, “I take it you like it?”

Chaewon quickly nods as she pulls back, “I love it.”

Jihye smiles before biting her bottom lip nervously, “I know it's nothing compared to what Yeonjun could probably get you, I just thought it’d be nice. Actually, give it back it’s stupid.”

Chaewon immediately steps back from Jihye’s hand, “If you touch it I’ll kill you.”

Jihye freezes, “Seriously?”

“Seriously.”

Not giving Jihye a chance to respond she immediately grabs her arm and starts pulling her through the crowd, “The sun is setting, let's eat and then I want you to win me one of those big bears.”

After looking at different food options Jihye ended up choosing an American style stall that she had said sounded familiar. Once they finally reach the ordering window, a young man around their age starts taking their order. “Welcome to Joey’s what would you- Jihye?!”

Previously looking for her phone, she immediately looks up and her eyes widened, “Hanbin?!?”

The teen, who Chaewon now knows is Hanbin, smiles widely, “Long time no see!”

He was now leaning fully out the stall so the girl could hear him better, “How’ve you been,” he asked.

“Good.”

“Yeah? How’s Seoul been treating you?”

“Pretty well, I’m part of the soccer team now.”

Hanbin laughs before realizing she was being serious, “Really? Clumsy Jihye playing soccer…who would’ve thought?”

Jihye chuckles at the old nickname, “I know, how’ve you been?”

“Well enough, working the stall with my dad nowadays.”

“Is Mr. Sung here?”

Hanbin nods before pulling back to call for his dad, after a few seconds an older version of Hanbin pops out from behind the stall. As he stands in front of Jihye he stares for a few before taking her into a tight hug, “Little Hye, it’s been too long.”

Chaewon laughs at the look on Jihye's face. Once she is put down Jihye immediately slouches over, “I see you’re still a big hugger Mr. Sung.”

The older man stares at the girl once more, “You go to Seoul and suddenly it’s Mr. Sung, you know it’s Uncle Jihoon.”

Jihye nodded, “Right, Uncle Jihoon.”

The older Sung smiles as he pats Jihye back when he finally notices Chaewon, “Hey who is this? Your girlfriend?”

Chaewon smiles and just as she’s about to accept the title Jihye answers, “No, this is my friend from Seoul, Chaewon.”

Chaewon immediately glares at the girl as she greets the two Sungs. As she continues glaring another boy comes over and taps the older man, “Sorry to interrupt this, but the lines getting kinda crazy and I need help.”

Mr. Sung nods, “I got it Hao, Hanbin get these ladies whatever they want, on the house.”

“Are you sure Uncle Jihoon?”

The man nods again, “Absolutely, we’re family, I could never charge family. Just make sure next time you visit you bring some of your mom’s jjimdak.”

Jihye nods as the man went back into the stall to help, Hanbin immediately looks back at the two, “So what do you guys want?”

Jihye looks at Chaewon and is shocked when she sees the girl looking at her angrily. She clears her throat, “What do you want?”

“Fries,” Chaewon said curtly.

Jihye looks at Hanbin who is trying not to laugh, “Got it, Hye I’ll just get you what you like and some waters. You can go sit at the tables, I'll bring it to you.”

Jihye nods as she heads to the table with Chaewon. Once they sit down Jihye looks at her expectantly, when she doesn’t say anything she winces, “Did I do something?”

“Why’d you just call me a friend?”

“What?”

“In front of Mr. Sung, you called me a friend. Are we not on a date right now?”

Jihye furrows her eyebrows, “Didn’t you say you didn’t want anyone to know about us? Isn’t that why we’re three hours away from Seoul, so no one could recognize us.”

Chaewon’s jaw clenches, Jihye was right. “I meant that for when there’s people from school.”

“Oh, but you’re also not my girlfriend…”

“But I’m not your friend.”

“So…what should I say?”

“Just say yes.”

“Okay.”

Chaewon smiles as Hanbin comes with their food. As Jihye begins to eat she looks at Chaewon who just stares at her. “Are you seriously not going to eat,” Jihye asks.

“I’m still upset, meaning you have to feed me.”

Jihye scoffs before holding up a fry to Chaewon’s mouth, which she happily eats.

“So, how do you know them?”

Jihye swallows what she has as she raises another fry for Chaewon, “There was a group of us, we all lived on the same street. Only one of us had a TV at the time, however she only came here during the summer so a lot of our time was spent outside playing stupid games. The group was called the ‘Andong-gang’ or ‘Angang’ for short. Due to us being so close our families naturally became close.”

Chaewon nods as she brings Jihye’s hand closer to her to take a bite of her food. Ignoring her stare of disbelief she speaks, “That’s kinda cute, I never had that type of experience. Yizhuo, Minjeong, and Aeri came when my parents made business deals.”

“And that doesn’t bother you?”

Chaewon takes a second to think, did it bother her? She thinks for another moment before speaking, “Not really, we’re pretty close despite everything and we’ll always be because of our parents.”

Jihye nods as she holds up her food for Chaewon to take another bite from.

Once they finish and throw out their stuff Jihye looks at Chaewon, “Where to now, Princess Chaewon?”

“Princess? I like that.”

“Of course you do.”

“I want you to win me a bear.”

Jihye stares down at her, “You know those games are rigged right?”

Chaewon shrugs, “And?”

The taller girl laughs as she holds her hand out for the other, “Let’s go get you your rigged bear.”

Taking her hand the two girls head towards the game section of the festival.

A chill overtakes the town as the sun finally sets, leaving Chaewon shivering slightly. Due to her “bad bitches don’t get cold” motto she had refused to bring a jacket. She tries hiding each shiver as they look for a game to play, but it didn’t really matter, Jihye was always too observant. She stops in the middle of the crowded walkway and sighs, “I told you to bring a jacket.”

She has heard this a million times, Yena would say this before throwing her a jacket and walking away leaving Chaewon to try and catch up, while Yeonjun would simply shake his head and ignore her teeth chattering. Chaewon wonders which one Jihye will be like, but much to her surprise Jihye simply clicks her teeth before gently placing her letterman over her shoulders. “Should I always keep a jacket with me or do you only not bring jackets when you’re told you should?”

Chaewon can only stare at the girl as people walk around them, a new emotion rising in her chest, one that made her want to hold onto the girl and never let go. This new emotion was dangerous as Chaewon never expected to feel this way, especially this fast.

Jihye tilts her head to the side, “You okay?”

Chaewon simply nods as she slips both her arms in the jacket's sleeve, warmth immediately encompassing her. The smell of Jihye, almond and cashmere, immediately overtake her senses, making her desire to latch onto the girl grow. She had no doubt in her mind that this would now be her new favorite jacket.

Deciding not to confuse the girl anymore she grips onto the girl's arm, and rests her head on her bicep. “Let’s play this game and go.”

“No ferris wheel?”

Chaewon just shakes her head against her arm, causing Jihye to smile in response.

After walking around for a bit more they finally find a game Jihye thinks she can win, one that luckily no one else seems to notice.

The game worker gasps loudly when the girls arrived, “Jihye?”

“Haewon?”

“Oh my god, it’s so good to see you.”

Separating from Chaewon, Jihye leans over to hug the girl, which earns them both a harsh glare.

“What brings you back here?”

“The festival.”

Chaewon wants to add the fact that she was more specifically here on a date with her, but decides to wait to see how this Haewon girl interacts with Jihye.

“That’s cool, we’ve missed you around here, it's not the same without you and Yujin.”

Jihye pouts slightly, “I miss you guys too, I definitely plan to come see you guys again soon though.”

Chaewon feels her eye twitch when Haewon smiles widely at that.

“Good, when are you leaving? We should hang before you go.”

“Tomorrow, sadly.”

Haewon frowns at that, “Let’s exchange numbers then.”

Jihye nods excitedly, “Absolutely, wait until I tell Yujin about seeing you.”

After exchanging numbers, much to Chaewon’s annoyance, Haewon finally asks Jihye if she wants to play. Not allowing the girl to pay because “Angang for life” or whatever, Jihye tries. She of course fails each try, after all the games are rigged. After failing a number of times Jihye looks defeated. Chaewon of course finds it cute, but before she can comfort her a huge stuffed bear comes between them.

“You didn’t think I was going to let you walk away without it did you?”

Fucking Haewon.

Jihye knows she must be an interesting sight as she walks towards her old house. Due to Chaewon being upset again she demanded she give her a piggyback ride back, so here she was walking the streets of her old hometown with a huge stuffed animal in her arms and Chaewon on her back.

“Chae, you really don’t want to walk?”

“That’s not my name.”

Jihye furrows her eyebrows, “Chaewon?”

“No.”

Jihye sighs, “Then what is your name?”

“Princess.”

Jihye stops in her tracks and scoffs, “Seriously?”

She feels the girl nod against her back, “Yes, now ask me again with my name.”

Jihye sighs, “Princess, do you really not want to walk?”

“No.”

Jihye groans as she starts to walk again.

“What are you groaning for, I’m not even heavy.”

Jihye immediately agrees, “You’re not, but I’m also holding your massive fur child and we are about 5 minutes away from the house still.”

Chaewon smacks her teeth, “I bet if it was Haewon you wouldn’t have complained.”

“Haewon?”

Jihye stays silent as she thinks back to her interaction with the girl mentioned, she stops when it hits her. She crouches down slightly so Chaewon’s feet will touch the ground before turning to her. Before Chaewon can complain Jihye speaks, “You’re easy to get jealous.”

Chaewon rolls her eyes, “And?”

“It’s cute.”

Chaewon glares at her before pushing her, mostly the bear, and walking away.

Giving her a few seconds to mope she then jogs to her side, moving the bear to one side of her body she grabs Chaewon’s hand with her free one. “Did you have a good time tonight?”

Chaewon doesn’t bother with a response, which Jihye takes as a sign to continue, “I did, I got to go out with the girl I’ve liked since freshman year.”

This causes Chaewon to pause to look at her, “You’ve liked me since freshman year?”

Jihye nods, which causes the shorter girl to lightly push her, “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Maybe because you didn’t know I existed until this year.”

“You still could’ve confessed to me, people do it all the time.”

“Yeah, but those people aren't what your friends dubbed as the ‘biggest loser in school.’”

Chaewon frowns at that, “I don’t think you’re a loser.”

Jihye looks at her with doubt, “Yes you do, that’s why we’re currently three hours from Seoul. Not that I mind.”

The statement causes Chaewon to look down, which then causes Jihye to sigh, “What I was trying to say is, I don’t like Haewon and she definitely doesn’t like me. Even if she did, I’ve been waiting since ninth grade for you to even look at me, and now that I’m here with you no girl is going to change that.”

Chaewon looks up with a wide smile, “You’re such a smooth talker, you better not be talking to any other girls like this.”

Jihye laughs, “Of course not, now can we finally get to the house?”

The shorter girl nods and starts to walk, swinging her and Jihye’s interlocked hands.

When they finally get into the house, the girls take off their shoes and replace them with slippers.

Jihye starts to lead them through the house, while they are walking Chaewon looks at the pictures decorating the wall, when she sees one she immediately stops causing Jihye, who is still holding her hand, to be yanked back.

“Jihye, whose house is this?”

Moving to be next to her, “My grandma’s, or well my old house, why?”

Chaewon immediately starts to hit the girl's shoulder, “You brought me to your childhood home, where your grandma lives without telling me?”

The taller girl, currently wincing, nods.

“Are you insane,” Chaewon exclaims in a low tone.

“What’s wrong?”

“If I knew I was going to meet one of your family members I would’ve brought something way nicer to wear tomorrow like my Chanel two piece.”

Jihye looks at her amused, “Chaewon, my grandma is a seventy year old woman from the countryside, she would not care if you showed up in Chanel. I didn’t realize it could make you feel uncomfortable, which I apologize for, so if it makes you feel better I’ll tell my grandma to be out when you wake up.”

This earns her another slap to her shoulder, “Are you crazy? What would I look like asking your grandmother to leave her house? It’s fine, I’ll meet your grandmother tomorrow.”

Shaking her head Jihye simply leads them to a couple doors, she points to the one of the right, “This is my old room,” she then points to the one on the left, “That’s the guest room, it was originally my parents room but my grandma converted it to a guest for when we visit. That’s where you’ll be sleeping.”

Chaewon looks at her confused, “I’m not staying in the same room with you?”

Jihye looks at her in shock, “I never slept with a girl on a first date.”

“You went on dates with other girls?”

“I know you meant that possessively,” Jihye says with a pout, “But that sounded like you were insulting me.”

Chaewon rolls her eyes, “Where's the bathroom so I can get ready for bed?”

Jihye leads her to the bathroom, “You’re lucky my grandma just got a new water boiler, you ever have to wait for water to boil on a stove?”

Not giving her a chance to respond, Jihye closes the door and lets the girl get ready.

Once she finishes Jihye quickly replaces her to get ready for bed, when she finishes Chaewon is already in the guest room laying down, Jihye peeks her head in, “Just wanted to say goodnight.”

Looking up from her phone, which had died earlier in the day, Chaewon tells her goodnight back.

When Jihye slides into her own bed, she immediately feels herself drifting to sleep, trying to fight it, she quickly texts her friends and family a small update and that she’ll see them tomorrow. Starting to drift off, she jolts awake when she hears her door open.

“Chaewon?”

She doesn’t get a response instead the shorter girl slides in next to her, wraps an arm around her waist and lays her head on her chest.

Jihye simply wraps her own arm around the girl and finally lets sleep overtake her.

When Chaewon wakes up, she’s a bit confused as she takes in the unfamiliar setting. It takes a few moments for her brain to remember where exactly she is, once she remembers she immediately notices that Jihye is no longer next to her. As she sits up to stretch she decides to take in the room, the first thing she notices are the two different themes. While one was more plain, the other, the side she was currently on, held posters to various cartoons, a desk with a notebook that was open, which Chaewon would later discovered had a robot sketch on it, and bright red bed sheets.

Deciding shes done enough snooping she gets up, as she opens the door she hears talking from the front of the house. She quietly heads back into the guest room to grab her bag and now fully charged phone. Quickly getting ready Chaewon drops her bag off in the guest room and heads to the front of the house where she sees Jihye sitting at a table, talking to an older woman who was cooking in a kitchen, their conversation slightly hard for her to follow due to their shared dialect.

When Jihye spots her she immediately lights up, standing she walks towards her, “Good morning.”

Chaewon quickly leans on the girl and mumbles a small good morning back.

They are interrupted by someone clearing their throat, which causes Chaewon to immediately separate them as she remembers who Jihye was just previously talking to.

Not giving Chaewon a chance to put too much distance between them Jihye grabs her hand and smiles at her grandma.

“And who is this pretty girl in my house?”

“This is Chaewon.”

The cheerleader feels nervous as Jihye’s grandmother studies her. Once she’s finished she smiles, Chaewon immediately seeing the charming Yoo family smile, “You have good taste hyehye, shes pretty.”

Jihye’s smile gets impossibly wider as she nods her head agreeing. The older lady points to the table, “Sit, I’m sure you’re hungry.”

Jihye pulls the girl to her side of the table, and immediately pulls out the seat for Chaewon. Once Chaewon sits she pushes it in for her, and then goes to help her grandma bring over any remaining dishes.

When every dish is brought over she pulls out a chair for her grandmother and then goes to sit next to Chaewon.

They both start to eat once the older lady had grabbed the first piece.

Chaewon eyes immediately open wide when the food hits her tongue, this was by far the best food she had ever tried. Sure she had eaten at five star restaurants and had food prepared by world famous chefs, but nothing had come close to this. Nothing had this much obvious care in it.

“So, Chaewon, did you like the festival,” Jihye’s grandmother asked.

Chaewon nods, “Yes, it was absolutely beautiful Ms. Yoo.”

Jihye’s grandmother immediately waves her off, “Please, call me Grandma Yoo, Ms just makes me sound old.”

“You are old, grandma.”

The older woman simply ignores her, “I remember when that festival was smaller Hye and I would make necklaces and sell them there.”

Chaewon turns to the girl in shock, “You used to work there?”

Jihye nods as she swallows her food, “When I was way younger, but we had to stop when grandma's joints got bad.”

“And then she started to make robots, which I’m still waiting for my gardener robot.”

Jihye just shakes her head as she places some more food on Chaewon’s plate.

Before Chaewon can stop her, not wanting the girl's grandmother to think she was incapable of doing simple tasks, her grandmother speaks again, “Have you taken her to see the bridge?”

“No, I was planning to take her before we leave.”

“You should’ve taken her last night, it’s pretty at night.”

Jihye nods, “I will next time.”

Chaewon feels her heart flutter at the thought of there being a next time.

“Good, now eat up so you guys can be on the road early.”

The rest of breakfast, more so lunch, went on with Jihye’s grandmother telling her stories of Jihye’s childhood. Once they finish, Jihye helps her grandmother clean up as Chaewon collects all her things. When she finishes she heads back to the front of the house where she sees Jihye and her grandmother splashing water on each other. When they finish playing Jihye mops it up, even though she had made the least of the mess between the two, while her grandmother heads off somewhere else in the house.

When she sees Chaewon she walks over to her, “You got everything?”

Chaewon nods, which causes Jihye to grab her bag for her. Her grandmother then comes back with a few bags clearly full, “Some mandarins and oranges from my garden. Also, some food for the road.”

She hands a couple of bags to Jihye and couple to Chaewon, immediately receiving a thanks from both.

Both girls say their goodbyes, her grandmother hugging the both of them, much to Chaewon’s surprise. As Jihye went to put the bag in her trunk, Jihye’s grandmother calls for Chaewon, “Don’t be a stranger, you’re welcome any time.” That simple phrase makes Chaewon tear up as she nods before heading to the car.

When Jihye notices the girl is teary eyed the smile drops from her face, “What’s wrong?”

Chaewon simply shakes her head as she hugs the girl, how could she possibly explain she has never felt more cared for her entire life, and this was just a first date.

After spending a few minutes recomposing herself she steps back to look at Jihye, who is visibly concerned, “I’m fine, let's go see that bridge.”

Jihye isn’t fully convinced though, “Are you sure? I can just bring you back home now.”

“I’m sure.”

That is all Jihye needs as she nods and pulls away from the girl to open the door for her.

As Chaewon buckles in, Jihye gets in and does the same. After getting them en route to the bridge the girl grabs Chaewon’s hand, this time, without her needing to ask.

Jihye quietly groans as Chaewon moves into another pose.

Once they had arrived at the bridge Chaewon had gasped at how beautiful everything was. They had walked a bit of it before Chaewon started to ask for Jihye to take pictures of her, which Jihye had of course said yes to. However, a few pictures had turned into stopping every two seconds to take more.

“Chae, do you really need these many?”

“Not my name and yes, I do.”

Jihye shakes her head and continues taking pictures for her, until a text comes in. The taller girl had prided herself in not being someone who gets jealous easily, however she couldn’t stop her jaw from clenching as she stands up.

“What are you doing? I’m not done.”

Jihye just hands the girl’s phone back to her, “Yeonjun texted you,” and begins to walk the rest of the bridge, Chaewon following closely behind her.

She hears Chaewon groan loudly behind her, “We have to go, Yeonjun just got posted on that Kwangya page again.”

“Of course he did,” Jihye mutters to herself.

Too busy texting people to try and fix the issue, she doesn’t notice Jihye’s change in mood.

When they reach the car Jihye opens the door for Chaewon as she usually does, once the cheerleader gets in she immediately starts texting with one hand as she moves her left hand to the center with her palm up.

After a few moments of Jihye driving, Chaewon notices her hand is still empty. Tearing her eyes from the phone, she looks at Jihye with a confused look, “What are you doing?”

“Driving.”

“No duh smartass, I meant,” she shakes her left hand.

Jihye doesn’t respond, instead pulls into a gas station, “I have to get gas, then we’ll go.” She doesn’t wait for Chaewon to say anything as she turns the car off and gets out.

When she comes back Chaewon’s window had been rolled down and she was now resting her head on the door. Once Jihye pulls the latch so the gas can pump itself Chaewon waves her over. When she stands in front of the door Chaewon loosely grabs her hand and begins tracing over the ring softly, her letterman, or Chaewon’s now, covering the tips of her fingers where Chaewon holds.

“What’s wrong with you,” Chaewon asks softly.

Jihye bites her bottom lip, “Do you have to fake date him?”

It finally hits Chaewon, Jihye is jealous, “Yeonjun will inherit his father’s business in the future,” Chaewon starts, “Due to this, his father believes he should be doing things such as writing, reading, math, and other stuff like that, not soccer. So, as long as he’s “dating” me, the soccer team gets funding.”

“But what do you gain from it,” Jihye questions.

“A prom queen title.”

Jihye nods, before separating them to finish pumping gas, when she gets in the car Chaewon looks at her, “You feeling better?”

Jihye nods, “Sorry.”

Chaewon smiles, “It’s okay, I like that you get jealous over me already. Now let's go.”

As Jihye starts up the car Chaewon catches a glimpse of something in the rearview mirror making her look back immediately, “Did you buckle in the teddy bear?”

Jihye just laughs as she pulls out the lot.

The rest of the drive goes off without a hitch, the two girls sing loudly to songs that play, and Chaewon feeds Jihye some mandarins.

When they get close to Seoul, Chaewon feels a wave of disappointment wash over her. She didn’t want this to end, she had never felt happier in her life. As they get closer to her house she grips tighter on to Jihye’s hand, once they reach her house Jihye has lost complete feeling in it.

They sit in silence once Jihye turns the car off. When Chaewon finally nods her head, Jihye gets out and grabs her bag from the trunk and the bear from the backseat.

By the time she makes it back to Chaewon’s door, Chaewon is standing in front of it, the bags of food given to her by the other’s grandma in her hand.

“Come on, I’ll carry this stuff to the door.”

When they get closer to the door, it opens revealing Eunchae.

“Ooo, is this bear for me?”

“As if, you touch it, you die.”

Eunchae scoffs, “Hi Jihye, let me help you with that stuff.”

Jihye nods, and the youngest purposely grabs the bear first, sticking her tongue out at her older sister. She then grabs the overnight bag from her hand, “Did you get me anything?”

Chaewon nods which causes the girl to exclaim and leave the two girls by the front door.

Jihye then turns to her and smiles softly, “I hope you had a good time.”

“I did, that was the best date I ever had,” Chaewon confirms.

“Good.”

The two stand there, both clearly not wanting to leave.

“Chae-”

“Ji-”

“Sorry, you go first,” the cheerleader says.

Jihye just shakes her head lightly, “I should go, my family might worry soon.”

Chaewon pouts before pulling the girl into a tight hug, she then gets on her tiptoes to kiss the girl on her cheek. “Text me when you get home.”

Jihye nods, a blush now painting her face. She turns around and heads to her car, once in she gestures for Chaewon to go inside. Listening, Chaewon waves one last time, and closes the door once inside. When she hears the car drive away she can’t help but smile widely.

“You look dumb.”

“Shut up Eunchae.”

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rivers and roads —- c.hs

˚｡ pairing: chwe hansol x afab!reader ˚｡ genre: friends to lovers, idiots to lovers ˚｡ wc: 5.6k ˚｡ warnings: 18+ MDNI, drug mention (weed), alcohol mention, one uncomfortable situation with a stranger who is a man, lying to hotel staff, spit kink, oral [m. receiving], multiple orgasms, praise kink, slight dacryphilia, insecurity, anxiety, slight angst with a happy ending ˚｡ synopsis: having just graduated college and having some time before the real world starts two best friends decide to take a road trip that might change their friendship forever. ˚｡ playlist: rivers and roads

mood board by: @myhimbomingi

You smooth your hands over the rough polyester of your ugly blue graduation gown. Staring ahead and starting to fidget in line to walk across the stage you felt a hand slip into yours and give a supportive squeeze. Looking up your eyes met the deep brown of your best friend, Hansol’s.

“Nervous?” he asked softly, beginning to rub circles on the back of your hand with his thumb. Your eyes drifted back to the stage and you nodded,

“What if I trip?” you muttered as the two of you moved forward in the line, the monotonous announcer continuing to read through the names of your graduating classmates. Hansol chuckled, knowing that your concern is valid, but not anything you needed to worry about. Hansol and yourself have been friends since college orientation the summer before your freshman year. The two of you were in the same group and immediately clicked. Slowly the two of you expanded your group, mostly consisting of the two of you and some guys that lived on Hansol’s dorm floor freshman year.

“Chwe Hansol” the announcer boomed over the microphone. He smiled down at you and you felt his hand slip out of yours.

***

“So does anyone have any big plans before we join the workforce?” your friend Seokmin smiled at your group’s last weekly Saturday lunch before you all went your separate ways.

“Y/N and I are going on a road trip” Hansol said nonchalantly without looking up from his menu. Joshua and Jeonghan exchanged a quick glance,

“Oh? Where to?” the latter asked.

“Dunno” you shrugged, “just taking two weeks to see where we end up” Jeonghan nodded, glancing at Joshua again.

“Sounds boring” Junhui muttered, engrossed in his phone, “ow!” he yelped as Minghao shoved his elbow into his ribs.

***

Clutching onto the straps of your duffle bag you began to bounce on the balls of your feet. You saw Hansol’s red pick up truck pull into the parking lot of your apartment complex and you slung your backpack over your left shoulder and your duffle over your right and bounded out the door. Vernon laughed as he spotted you, so clearly excited. He wordlessly took your duffle and placed it in the back of the cab behind the passenger’s seat. You set your backpack on the floor of the passenger's seat and climbed into the truck.

“Ready?” Hansol asked as he got behind the wheel. You smiled widely at him and nodded. He gave you a single nod and started the truck.

Driving with Hansol was always something you enjoyed, the two of you spent a lot of time during college just driving around. He always had new music to play for you. He was always a comfort for you, and comfortable silence, apart from the music from the speakers, took over the drive quickly.

After a few hours of driving and intermittent conversation, you felt your eyelids getting heavy. You shifted in your seat, trying to get more comfortable.

“Close your eyes, nap” Hansol said softly without looking away from the road.

“Mmm, keeping you company” you mumbled, closing your eyes and leaning your cheek on your hand.

“I’m fine, Y/N” he chuckled. You nodded, slipping into sleep quickly. Hansol looked over at your sleeping form, and feeling an odd sensation in his chest, looked back to the road.

You felt a hand on your shoulder, shaking you awake, “Y/N” you heard Hansol, your eyes fluttered open, seeing him close to you.

“Hm?” you hummed, rubbing your eye and looking up at him.

“I found a motel, they have a room for us” he told you. You nodded and picked up your backpack from the floor. Hansol already had your duffle over his shoulder and his backpack on. Once you were settled he began leading you toward the room he rented.

“Where are we?” You called to Hansol from the bathroom and squeezed some of your cleanser into your hand.

“About six hours south of your apartment,” your friend appeared in the doorway to the bathroom, now in his pajamas, and leaned against the doorframe, “I don’t know the name of the town, or what’s here”

Once the two of you were ready for bed you settled in one of the two beds in the room.

“Good night, ‘Sol” you yawned. Hansol hummed in response and shut off the light.

***

You were up before Hansol the next morning. Letting him sleep you slipped into the shower, what felt comfortable in the car the previous day was now responsible for some stiffness. You let the warm water run over your body, getting lost in the feeling. You’re not sure how long you stood there enjoying the warmth loosening your tight muscles before you heard the bathroom door swing open.

“Y/N?” you heard the sleepy voice of Hansol call out, “I’m…I just need to piss”

“Go ahead,” you replied, trying to be less awkward than your friend and beginning the process of washing your hair.

“Breakfast?” you asked, sitting on the edge of Hansol’s bed after your shower. Looking up from his phone he nodded eagerly at you,

“Please, I’m starving.”

***

Hansol and yourself didn’t stay in that town long after the meal, it was small and there wasn’t much to see beyond the amazing local breakfast cafe and your motel. The two of you have been on the road for a few hours now.

“I love this song,” Hansol mumbled, a laugh escaped your lips, “What? I do!” he scoffed at your reaction,

“I know, Hansol,” you reach across the center console to take the partially smoked joint from behind his ear, “I was the one who played you this song, remember?” He watched you from the corner of his eye place his joint between your lips and bring his zippo to the end, lighting it up.

Hansol does remember hearing this song for the first time, the crackle of your old record player in your college apartment. You looked similar to how you do now, hair tied up haphazardly, baseball cap from the university bookstore you bought that orientation day on your head. Admittedly, the hat is much more worn now. You took your single puff of his joint before passing it to him to finish off that day too.

This may be his favorite you he ever gets to see. A single blow of smoke escaping your lips. You only ever want the one, and Hansol only ever smokes his half of the joint when you start it for him. Currently, he was trying to calm his racing heart, and trying to distract himself from the fact that the joint was between your lips a few moments ago.

“Of course I do,” he took the joint between his fingers, drumming the steering wheel, “Feels different now…” he trailed off listening to the words, a year from now, we'll all be gone, all our friends will move away. Absentmindedly, he thought about how different things might be after he drops you off at your apartment in two weeks.

You watched as he blew smoke toward the window, he got this far away look in his eyes, you knew he was thinking. You knew better than to ask, Hansol was a man of few words, and if he wanted to talk about it, he would. Eyeing him you turned up the volume on the radio, you saw the corner of his mouth quirk up ever so slightly, you knew he appreciated the gesture, one of not making him talk before he was ready.

The drive droned on like this for the majority of the day, eventually the smoke stopped curling towards the window as Hansol had smoked it all away, he would need to roll more before bed. Eventually, you saw Hansol blinking furiously, trying to stay awake.

“‘Sol” you reached out to touch his arm, “Maybe we should take a break” he jumped slightly at your touch, so focused on the road.

“Where…” he chuckled, once he had regained his calm demeanor, “we’re in the middle of nowhere” you only shrugged in response,

“Pull over, it doesn’t matter” and soon the impenetrable line of trees on the side of the road gave way to an open field. Hansol pulled his truck off the road matting down the grass in its wake, he drove close to the tree line, worried about getting in trouble if someone saw the car from the road. Once the truck was safely in park you watched Hansol reach to the back of the cab and tugged a few blankets toward you two. Wordlessly he opened his door and moved toward the bed of the truck.

Turning around you watched him spread the blankets in the bed through the back window. He poked his tongue through his teeth in concentration, when he was finished he hopped off the bed and moved toward your side of the truck. You scrambled to look nonchalant, and as if you totally were not watching him, a ghost of a smile playing at your lips.

“C’mon then” he opened up your door. Following him out to the back he helped you up. Laying on your back you felt the plush of the blankets and watched Hansol as he settled down next to you. Once he was comfortable you turned your eyes to the sky and covered your eyes with your forearm. The hand nearest to Hansol was left in its place, unbeknownst to you, his pinky inched closer, trying to build the confidence to take the plunge.

You woke up to a cool drop of water plopping directly onto your forehead. When did you fall asleep? Barely having the time to wonder before the skies open up and begin to drench Hansol and yourself.

“Hansol!” you sat up and shook his shoulders, “Hansol!” his eyes fluttered open slowly, somehow for a moment you forgot the rain was beating down on you as you watched his eyes soften from the confusion they held when he first woke. The softness he usually works so hard to shield you from was on full display, you wanted to stay in this fleeting moment forever, but you realized just as quickly as the gaze softened it turned panicked.

“Oh my God!” he sat up, almost bumping his head on your nose, “it’s pouring” he stated almost too simply. The two of you worked to heave the now soaking blankets out of the bed of the truck and into the back of the cab.

Hansol slams his door shut and throws his head back against the rest behind him. He pushes a hand through his now sopping wet hair. Turning to look toward him you catch his eyes taking in his appearance. After a few seconds of holding eye contact the two of you burst into a fit of laughter.

The drooping fan blades cut through the stale hot air on the ceiling of the motel about thirty miles from where you got caught in the storm. You were sprawled out on the bed looking up at the fan, finally feeling warm now that you were able to change out of your wet clothes.

Hansol was still down in the lobby, trying to talk the motel manager into letting him use their large driers for the blankets. Finally, you heard the door open and the squish of socks inside wet shoes approach you.

“One bed?” Hansol asked. You propped yourself up on your elbows, looking him up and down, stifling another bout of laughter at his state of disheveledness.

“That’s kind of what happens when you take a trip without a plan” you pointed out, letting yourself smile so he knew you were joking. Hansol rolled his eyes, a lazy smile tugging at his lips.

“I guess you’re right” the softness in his eyes returns for a moment, before he remembered he was dripping on the floor, “I’m gonna change…” you flopped back on the bed and resumed the exhilarating activity of watching the blades of the fan lazily cutting the air.

The bathroom door clicked closed and you heard Hansol’s muffled sigh. Imagining him hanging his wet clothes next to yours over the bar of the shower you tried to ignore the heat rising in your cheeks.

“I’ll sleep on the floor” Hansol stated, startling you, you were too deep in thought to notice him. You watched as he busied himself with taking out his phone charger.

“No” you sat up again, “there’s no need to do that, it’s not like we didn’t fall asleep next to each other earlier” you watched him turn to you, greedily taking in his form, his baggy sweats and his t-shirt, “plus this floor is more than likely disgusting”

“Good point” he smiled at you, moving toward what he decided is his side of the bed, the side closest to the door. The two of you settle under the covers and Hansol clicks off the lamp on his side, “Goodnight Y/N” he mutters

“Goodnight ‘Sol” your back was turned to him, but your eyes were stuck open, feeling the adrenaline of an invisible line being crossed.

***

“Do you think everyone in this town is this stupid?” Hansol asked incredulously as the car in front of you break checked him.

“Probably,” you kicked your feet up on his dashboard, “I bet they teach them all to do this at driver’s ed, to cut people off when they’re from out of town” Hansol laughed at your made up story,

“We need to find a city I think” he muttered, “I’m a little tired of motels and small towns” Nodding in agreement you reached for the joint behind his ear, freshly rolled before you left this morning, and tried to not think about the way that his tongue darts out to wet his lips. Hansol slowed at the red light and you felt his heavy gaze as you lit the joint. You had to all but hold yourself down so you didn’t squirm under the sudden attention, inhaling and blowing the smoke toward the window. Meeting his eyes you placed the joint between his lips as the light turned green.

***

“We have no rooms that will accommodate you” the snobby hotel clerk sneers at you from behind the desk. The two of you had found a city six hours west of where you started this morning, and the hotel you decided to try evidently had standards, ones that your leggings and Hansol’s basketball shorts didn’t meet. You opened your mouth to argue, but Hansol beat you to it,

“Look,” he started, surprising you, “it’s our honeymoon,” you had to stop yourself from staring at him like he had grown a second head, “the hotel we had reserved, they double booked us, it doesn’t need to be your best, just a room.” The clerk sighed and began typing furiously clicking through his computer, you took the opportunity to glance at Hansol, questions evident on your face. He merely shrugged with a lopsided smirk painting his face.

“We had a last minute cancellation…” the clerk muttered reluctantly, once again taking in the state of your apparel, “Names please?”

“Vernon and, “ he looked at you expectantly, after no less than a solid 15 seconds of panic you mustered up,

“Kate”

“Vernon and Kate Chwe” Hansol affirmed.

“Well congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Chwe” the man behind the desk offered as he held out a pair of room keys and you had to ignore the way your stomach flips at the sound of that.

The elevator dings and opens its doors to you. Quietly, you both get inside and as the doors close, and not a second sooner you are turning to your friend,

“What the Hell, Hansol?” you whisper urgently, “why—how did you lie like that?”

“You don’t spend as much time as I do with Yoon Jeonghan and not learn anything,” he shrugs, “it got us a room, didn’t it Kate?”

As soon as the door opened to your hotel room you dropped your bag on the floor and rushed to the window. The view overlooking the city was surely better in the other more expensive rooms but this was good enough for you. Hansol leaned against the wall behind you and watched as you perched yourself in the window sill.

The sun was just starting to set and you were determined to watch it disappear behind the skyscrapers. Hansol folded his arms over his chest, acutely aware that the two of you had already been on this trip for almost a week. He tries not to let the reality of life after college, after the trip hit him square in the chest, not now, not when you were so intently watching the slow descent of the sun from the window in the hotel room he lied his way into. Any of his friends would tell you that this was out of character, in any other situation Hansol is almost brutally honest, but if they knew it was for you, they wouldn’t bat an eye.

Hansol genuinely lost track of time just watching you get lost in your world, before he knew it the stars were twinkling overhead and the sun was long gone.

“I think we should go out” you announced without turning away from the window, Hansol’s heart jumped into his throat,

“What?!” he sputtered, trying to process what you just said to him.

“There are clubs here I’m sure,” you turned to him, “we should go out tonight” at your clarification Hansol let out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding.

***

Clubbing wasn’t really Hansol’s scene, and you knew that, but you were hoping to help him break out of whatever anxiety fueled funk he had been in for almost the entire trip. You saw the spark in his eyes a bit back at the hotel when he scored a room. However, almost as soon as the two of you arrived at the club, he parked himself in a secluded corner near the bar and has been nursing a whiskey for the better part of an hour. Currently, you could feel his gaze boring into the back of your head as you were talking to someone on the dance floor.

“I’ve never seen you around here,” he puts a hand on your arm and leans into your ear so you could hear him over the music, “I frequent this spot, what brings you in?” you repressed a scoff, there’s no way this guy memorizes everyone coming to this club in this huge city.

“Oh” you back up slightly, “I’m just on a road trip and passing through” he followed you as you tried to step away from him, trying to stay in close proximity with you.

“Let me show you a good time then,” he put his hand back on your arm and the other on your hip. Unbeknownst to you, behind you Hansol had downed the rest of his drink. You felt a pair of arms snake around your waist and move you out of the man’s grasp. Looking up you saw Hansol, his jaw squarely set.

“Can I help you?” He nearly spat. You saw the other man’s eyes take in Hansol and then moved to rake over your body, “Speak up” Hansol glared.

“I was talking with her,” the man crossed his arms.

“And now” Hansol started turning you toward the exit, “you’re not” you melted into Hansol’s side and tried to just leave.

“Who are you anyway?” the man called, catching Hansol’s arm, “You didn’t even ask her if she wanted to leave with you.” Hansol’s eyes drifted down to where the man had ahold of him,

“I’m her husband,” he went to shake himself out of his grip but he was holding on tight, “I suggest you let go” the man’s hand dropped, “Good choice” and Hansol was sweeping you out of the building.

The cool air of the summer night bloomed in your lungs as you breathed more easily out on the street. Hansol has not let go of your waist, and you weren’t entirely sure if you wanted him to, after the alcohol and the interaction you had moments ago. “Are you okay?” Hansol asked, taking a step back from you, planting his hands on your hips, his eyes searching yours in a panic.

“I’m okay” you breathed, “but….thank you for stepping in when you did” He smiled at you, breathing a sigh of relief.

“Let’s go” he slipped his hand in yours and intertwined your fingers, so no one could question him again.

The walk home was…strange, to say the least. Hansol had never kept his hand in yours longer than it took to give it a reassuring squeeze in the several years the two of you have been friends. In addition to this, you never once felt like you wanted him to let go. You never questioned his assertion that he is your husband back at the club, that’s what he told the hotel, so might as well continue that, right?

In the elevator up to your room things only got stranger, Hansol wrapped his arms around your waist again, pressed the button for your floor, and unwrapped himself from you and stood at the opposite side of the small room, staring at you.

Entering your hotel room you watched Hansol close the door behind you. He took a deep breath and moved toward you, you stayed still, wondering what was about to happen. He cupped your cheek in his hand, setting a swarm of butterflies loose in your stomach.

“I think” he whispered, “if it’s okay with you, while we’re here, we should play pretend” his eyes searched yours again as his thumb moved to rest on your chin. You nodded, however added,

“Hansol…we, we’re friends…” your breath hitched as he applied pressure on your chin with his thumb,

“Ah” he watched your mouth open at his request, “but we’re Vernon and Kate here, we just got married, babe” the pet name rolled off his tongue so easily as he got impossibly closer to you and spit into your now open mouth, you almost recoiled as his action, before realizing he was right. What was there to lose at this point? You closed your mouth and swallowed without him having to ask, which earned you a groan, “God, what a good girl, I didn’t even have to ask…” and then his mouth was on yours, falling into rhythm as if this was something that happened all the time.

Your arms wrapped around his shoulders and your fingers toyed with the hair at the nape of his neck. His tongue swiped your bottom lip, requesting access that you swiftly granted. His tongue explored your mouth with a fervor that if you were less distracted would make you wonder how long he has waited for this moment. There was no time for thoughts like that, he was backing you toward the bed. He sat you down on the edge with your legs dangling off, and broke the kiss. Settling on the floor between your knees he began to help you remove your shoes, and then your pants, and he began to work towards your shirt before you cut him off with a whine. He looked up at you quizzically.

“Not fair,” you stated, “you’re still fully clothed.”

“Earn it” he chuckled, and reached between your legs to lay the pads of his fingers on your clothed cunt, “shouldn’t be too hard, considering you’re so wet for me already,” which earned him the deepest blush he has ever seen gracing your cheeks. He began slow ruminations on your clit over your underwear, your hips bucking involuntarily at the stimulation, “that’s right” he nearly growled. What you’ve learned about Hansol over the last several years is that he is a patient man, he doesn’t need to rush, but you really wish he would right about now. Another whine escaped your lips trying to egg him on.

Evidently, it worked because he began to peel your ruined panties away from your dripping heat, “God babe, you’re beautiful, all ready for me” he lined himself up and gathered up his saliva and spit into your already wet cunt. He used the mixture of wetness between your legs to ease two fingers inside of you, moaning at the sensation of being filled, your eyes screwed shut. The pad of his thumb found your clit and he began to circle the bundle of nerves meticulously. “Remember what you’re working for” he reminded you, picking up his pace. You felt the coil in your stomach begin to tighten as you heard his fingers working in your pussy.

“I’m…” you cut yourself off with a moan as Hansol curled his fingers inside you to inch you closer to your approaching high.

“Let go” was all you needed for the coil to snap and white hot pleasure overtook your senses. “That’s it, you did so well for me” you heard Hansol’s soothing voice as you were coming down. Your eyes fluttered open as he was standing up from between your legs and pulling his shirt over his head.

“Here,” you sat up and reached for his belt, “I can help” you added, unhooking the belt and pulling his pants and his boxers down. You watched as his cock sprung free, hard and leaking already. Pulling him closer by his hips you watched his face intently, a mix of lust and anticipation. You took him in your hand and he let out a hiss, “You need it that badly?” At your comment he took a handful of your hair and pulled it so you were looking up at him and he gave you a warning look. You nodded in understanding and gave his cock a few pumps before leaning down. You took the tip into your mouth and swirled your tongue around his slit, taking in the precum that had already mixed with your saliva.

“Let me” he thrusted experimentally. You hollowed out your cheeks and sunk your lips further down, in a way letting him know he could use your mouth to get off. He grunted and thrusted into your mouth at a bit of a rushed pace, it was obvious that he was wound up tight. “Good girl, letting me use her, fuck” tears pricked at the corners of your eyes but you were determined. Hansol’s thrusts became sloppy as the tears began to stream down your cheeks, using the hand that was still in your hair he pulled you off his dick, “you have another one in you” he stated as he lay you down on the bed.

He hovered over you and wiped your tears with his thumb, “you okay?” he asked quietly, you nodded, not being able to form words at the moment. “Good” he smiled down at you, you felt him tease his cock head through your folds. You flinched from the sensitivity. Slowly, he eased into you. Simultaneously, you both moaned at the sensation, which made you smile at each other, like this was just another normal night in your friendship, even though that was so far from the truth.

After letting you adjust to his size he began to thrust slowly in and out of you. “I won’t last long, you did too well…” he choked out, your pussy clenching around him at the continued praise. His thrusts again became erratic and you knew he was close. Somehow, you were impossibly close as well, chasing a high that snuck up on you. You felt every delicious drag of his cock on your walls before you felt Hansol pull out and his white ropes shot into your stomach as your high crashed into you.

Hansol pushed his sweat drenched hair off his forehead. The two of you stared at each other for a few fleeting moments, realizing the gravity of what just happened, before silently agreeing that you will figure all of that out later. He climbed out of the bed and hurried to the bathroom and returned moments later with a warm towel and a glass of water.

“Are you okay?” he asked again as he was gently wiping himself off of your stomach.

“Yes,” you assured him, “I am surprisingly calm about what just happened” he smiled up at you before leaning down to kiss your now clean stomach.

***

Hansol and yourself didn’t talk about that night for the next several days, but nothing went back to normal either. He was holding your hand, he was giving you kisses, and right now he had his hand on your thigh as you left that city behind. Hansol insisted you stay there for a few more days than you had originally planned, you had a sneaking suspicion as to why but you decided not to push it. You weren’t one to complain, especially when you were getting pleased nearly every night.

“Take me to see the ocean” you piped up suddenly.

“What?” Hansol laughed looking over at you quickly before returning his eyes to the road.

“Sounds like a good way to end this little adventure” you shrugged. You felt Hansol freeze up for a moment before recovering.

“Right” he muttered, “Let’s get you to the ocean,” he said, squeezing your thigh.

***

You watched out the window as the ocean came into view on your side, you had been to the ocean once in your life, but it seemed important to see it now for some reason. Seeing something so grand felt like a great way to begin your new life in the next few days, you were nervous, but so excited. You watched as Hansol parked the truck in a public beach access parking lot and turned to you.

“Ready?” he smiled

“Ready” you smiled back. You walked hand in hand over the sand and the sea breeze catching your hair. It was early evening by the time you had found your way here so it was cooling down as the sun was setting.

Hansol spread one of the blankets from the truck over the sand, close enough to see the waves but not close enough that it would get soaked from a rogue wave. You sat down and Hansol slotted himself behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

You don’t know how long you sat, in quiet contemplation, neither one of you wanting to break whatever spell settled over you two over the last week or so. “Hansol-” you started,

“Vernon” he tried to correct.

“No,” you said firmly, “Hansol, what are we doing?”

“Two more days,” he sighed, “Just…give me two more days, I swear you’ll get back in time” he rested his chin on your shoulder, waiting for your response.

“Two more days, and I get to call you Hansol”

“Deal”

***

You left the beach headed for home two days later, as promised. Hansol drove quietly away from whatever the last few weeks were between you, his hands were firmly on the wheel, he hadn’t touched you at all today. It’s as if with your kiss goodnight the illusion was broken and you were back to reality. You weren’t sure which was better for you, living like Hansol was your boyfriend or having him as your best friend again. Then again, you weren’t sure why you couldn’t have both honestly.

About an hour into your drive Hansol took the joint out from behind his ear and tried to pass it to you wordlessly.

“Oh, I can’t” you told him, “I start my job next week and they told me I need to pass a drug test before my first day” Hansol dropped the joint, pulled over, and flung open his door, “Hansol?! What the fuck are you doing?” You followed him into the woods on the side of the road, “Hansol!” you caught his arm and pulled him so he was facing you, there were tears in his eyes.

“God I am so stupid” he wiped his eyes furiously with the back of his hand.

“Hansol what’s going on” your voice softened at the sight of his tears, you wanted so desperately to wipe them away, but thought better of it due to the nature of the situation.

“Y/N” this is the first time he has used your real name, not a pet name or Kate, in several days, it almost felt foreign to your ears, “this is it! Your gone after this, you’ll be working and busy, I’ll have lost you and everyone I care about” he threw his head back, looking at the sky, “I have no plans, no job, and no friends,” he looks back down at you, “and you can’t even smoke my weed”

“Hansol…I-” you tried.

“No it’s true, everyone is gone, Hell, some of the guys have moved across the country, I’ll be lucky if I ever see Seungkwan again” Hansol was crying now. “And I know this is a great opportunity for him, and for you, I’m so proud of all of you, but what about me, what am I supposed to do, Y/N?” he pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes, you could tell he felt stupid about crying and feeling sorry for himself.

“Move in with me” you blurted out, without really thinking, but it felt like a logical thing to say. You watched as he pulled his hands away from his eyes,

“What?”

“You heard me,” you moved closer to him and rubbed his arms with your hands, “move in with me”

“Like…as friends or-” “No” you cut him off, “absolutely not as friends,” it was his turn to cut you off, he closed the short distance between you and pressed his lips firmly to yours.

#chwe hansol x reader #chwe hansol fluff #chwe hansol smut #chwe vernon x reader #chwe vernon smut #vernon x reader #seventeen smut #seventeen vernon #seventeen imagines #svt smut #svt imagines #hansol x reader #hansol vernon chwe #seventeen scenarios #svt x reader #svt fluff #svt angst #bennie’s works

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inumakis-boo · 2 days

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I loved your inumaki headcannons and def want more. Do you also have any of megumi by chance?

(If not that is okay. I will take inumaki crumbs)

MEGUMI FUSHIGURO ˙✧˖°📷 ⋆｡˚꩜

headcanons ⸝⸝ hey everyone! ive been on a writing streak as of recent, so i love to give more headcanons and ideas about dating megumi! ofc, this is from a fem perspective.

safe for work headcanons

+ megumi literally did not think much of you when you first met. it was only seeing how you interact with others that he started to get you more.

+ whenever he sees you typing in the group chat, he always makes sure he answers (of course, only to make sure youre heard, much to itadori and kagisakis interest)

+ probably won't call you, but texting is decently fun with him. for someone decently calm and quiet, hes curious about how you work, ect.

+ he enjoys sharing his earbuds with you, and you lend him a few songs to listen too (you seem to get his style, although he likes a much of different things, and he saves them to his playlists)

+ doesnt mind staying back to help you train or study, and honestly you two end up talking about the jujustu world and everyone in general

+ he doesn't seem like he cares about gossip, but the moment you start talking about it he is going to pay attention

+ you two always swap what you don't like on food

+ brushing his hair with your fingers will make him fall asleep.

+ you two always somehow crowd around each other when others are training or at parties or events

+ he does not suck at communicating, he just does it in his own way. maybe in notes or through text, he is very sensitive in reality

+ would absolutely ignore his friends if you two had a date or even just taking a walk. if someone has his attention, he will give all of it

+ he loves to print out the pictures he takes of you on his recyclable camera and keep them in a little drawer in his desk

+ seems to talk about you less the more you start seeing each other/not into pda whatsoever. he doesn't want other people (especially HIS people) in your business. at the most though, he will always offer acts of service in return (buying you snacks, matching bracelets or necklaces, holding your backpack.)

+ he probably isn't a huge fan of pet names, he will never get over how embarrassing they make him feel, at the very best, meg is fine (the other half is reserved for gojo.. for whatever reason.)

+ he loves to have cuddle dates- don't have time worry about going places, just his warm bed, and both of you sleeping while he holds you.

+ your laughter may be a weak spot for him, and produces a smile every single time (even infront of other people, which they always notice.)

below this, are not safe for work headcanons. // mdni.

not safe for work headcanons

~ megumi is.. a stupid guy when it comes to fucking you.

~ hates public attention? will litter your body with purple hickeys.

~ doesn't like pda? will push you against a wall in a secluded place and eat you out from the back as your forehead meets the cement wall

~ he doesn't think too much about it, unless he thinks he is hurting you, then his penis brain turns off

~ its slightly embarrassing for him at first, but he likes to fondle you as he kisses your neck from behind. when he first heard your whimpering, that embarrassment flew out the window

~ while practically growling in your ear about how pretty you are and how wet you are down there

~ long fingers are always put to good use.. always.

~ his favorite thing to do is eating you out. he loves watching you squirm and plead as he makes circles around your clit with his thumb.

~ and his favorite position is hitting it from the back while holding you, so he can whisper and pant into your ear while you take all of him, and also to hear you huff into the pillow.

~ his weakest spot is hearing you moan and whine through his hand that wraps around your mouth every time you get loud.

~ pulling on his hair makes him whine.. or makes him go harder.

~ dirty talk, once his brain shuts off

~ "fuck, i want to see you cum. youre not leaving here until i see it."

~ always does the dirty in his room, because he doesn't want to make a mess in yours- he cares about whats in his room, but not enough to avoid breaking it on accident when he fucks you against it.

~ always after is the biggest gulit-session

~ "was i too mean? did i hurt you? god why am i so stupid?" yeah stupid in love with you.

thank you for your asks and whatnot! i will definitely write more inumaki headcanons when i get the chance next!

please, send more, i absolutely love talking to yall!

bye pookies!

#jujutsu kaisen #inumaki toge #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu megumi #jjk #jujutsu itadori #jujutsu sorcerer #jjk inumaki #fushiguro megumi #jjk megumi #megumi headcanons #jujutsu kaisen megumi #i cant stop thinking about megumi and inumaki like what #megumi fushiguro #megumi x reader #megumi fluff #megumi x you #megumi smau

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delicatebarness · 2 days

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cry baby | chapter eight

Summary: Confessions.

Warning: Mentions of John Walker. Mentions of Cheating.

Word Count: 1848

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A/N: I can't wait for the John Walker parts to be over. Please feel free to leave feedback or let me know where and how you want the story to continue, this is just as much yours as it is mine. - B

Two weeks had passed since John’s disappearance, and the news reports were all the same, no new leads or theories, it became tedious. Yet, there was a cloud of suspicion lingering over you and The Avengers, simply because the others were known as the ‘tough’ guys in the city, they were associated with trouble whether deservedly or not.

As you settled into your usual seat in the bar, the dim lighting cast shadows that danced across the wooden table, and a warm sense of familiarity washed over you. Your friend's laughter filled the air as you caught up with each other and your lives.

However, the moment of tranquility was shattered as the door swung open, and in strode a woman, a mask of rage and desperation over her features. You noticed her as she scanned the room, her eyes locked on your booth, a shiver sent down your spine as you retreated your gaze over to Bucky.

“Where is he?” she demanded, her voice sharp as she pointed an accusatory finger toward the group, mainly aimed at Steve. “I know you lot had something to do with it.” A tense silence fell over the bar, you exchanged wary glances with your friends. You knew who she was, her face had been plastered all over the news the last two weeks.

Steve was the first of you to respond, with a calm but firm voice. “I’m sorry, Miss, but I think you have the wrong people,” he said.

Her eyes narrowed, her fists were clenched at her sides. “Don’t play dumb with me,” she spat, her voice began to tremble. “You’ve always been into trouble, you can’t expect me to believe any of you are innocent.”

Natasha rose from her place in the booth, her demeanor was composed but unwavering. “We understand that you’re worried, but we genuinely have no idea what you’re talking about,” her voice was steady.

Sam nodded in agreement, “We may have a reputation, but this wasn’t us.” he tried to explain without letting his frustration get the better of him.

You couldn’t shake the unease that ate at you. You knew the truth - John had cheated on this woman with you. Even though you knew you hadn’t slept with him, the guilt of even going on dates with him and kissing him, bubbled up inside you. Your gaze flickered nervously to the floor as you tried to keep your composure.

Her gaze flickered between each one of you, rage and frustration taking over her features. “I won’t rest until I find out what happened to him,” she vowed, determination thickened in her voice as her gaze landed on you. Staying there for a moment longer than they all liked.

Bucky stood, his presence snapping her out of the haze that set her focus on you. “We understand you’re in pain, but coming here to accuse us… won’t bring him back,” he said, his voice calm.

With a final glare, toward you, she turned on her heel and stormed out, leaving a tense silence behind her. The bar remained quiet for a moment before the chatter resumed. As you and your friends got comfortable in your booth again, the weight of the accusation and your own guilt pressed down heavily on your mind.

The accusation from John’s wife cast a shadow over your gathering, causing the rest of the evening at the bar to become a stark contrast to the usual atmosphere. Although everyone tried to return to their conversation and laughter, the tension was undeniable.

Ever perceptive, Bucky, noticed the worry that clouded your features. He stayed quiet as the night wore on, it wasn’t until the other became engrossed in a conversation that he leaned in closer to you. “Hey,” he said softly, searching your gaze. “You okay?”

You nodded, forcing a smile. “Yeah, just a lot on my mind,” you replied, trying to sound upbeat and casual. He wasn’t convinced, he knew you too well. He noticed the slight tremble of your voice and the glossy coat over your eyes.

“You sure?” he pressed, “You seem more shaken than usual.”

Sighing, you remembered you couldn’t hide your feelings from him. “It’s just… the whole John situation,” you admitted, your voice barely a whisper. “I can’t shake the guilt, Bucky. What if someone found out about us?”

His expression softened as his hand reached under the table, resting his hand against your thigh, his thumb brushing against your bare skin. “Hey, listen to me,” he said firmly. “You didn’t do anything wrong. He was the one who was married, not you. And, you had no idea about his wife, right?”

You shook your head, confirming his suspicion. “It’s just hard not to feel responsible,” you murmured, glancing around to make sure your other friends weren’t listening.

As Bucky began to respond, Steve interrupted. “Alright, I think it’s time to call it a night,” he announced, standing from his chair at the head of the booth, stretching out his back. Everyone murmured in agreement, and soon you dispersed. Each other your friends heading their separate ways. Expect Bucky, as always, he lingered behind, waiting for you as you gathered your things.

“Want a ride home?” the concern was evident in his voice.

You nodded without hesitation, you loved the feeling of the cool night air against your skin, it helped clear your mind.

As you reached your apartment, you turned to Bucky. He smiled warmly before pulling you into a comforting hug. “You know I’m always here for you,” he whispered, placing a gentle kiss on the top of your head.

With a final squeeze, he let you go as he watched you enter your apartment. He waited until he heard the click of the door lock before making his way out of the building.

Once inside, you leaned against the door. Everything from the evening replayed in your mind. You knew you had to try and find a way to move past this, but that was easier said than done.

The next few days at work are blurred from the routine tasks and your colleague's hushed whispers. You tried to remain focused on your job, yet the memory of John’s wife’s confrontation lingered. The office gossip showed no signs of dying down and the sense of dread consumed you every time you heard his name.

One afternoon, as you were packing up for an early finish, your phone buzzed.

Bucky ❤️‍🩹: Bar? Could use some company…

You smiled at his timing, grateful for the attached photo showing both his beer bottle and a cherry cold waiting in front of your usual seat. You send a quick reply, packing up the last of your things and heading to the bar.

The bar was a lot less crowded than it usually is when you arrive. You stopped Bucky already waiting at your booth with the pictured bottle still waiting in front of him. He greeted you with a smile as you slid into the seat opposite him.

“How was your day?” he asked, handing you a straw.

“Same as always,” you replied with a shrug, placing your straw in your cola before taking a sip. “Just trying to keep my head down.”

He nodded, taking a sip of his beer. “Yeah, it’s been tough with all these rumors flying around.”

You sighed, rubbing a hand over your face. “I just want it to be over,” you admitted. “I can’t keep worrying about someone finding out.”

His eyes softened with sympathy. “Look, whatever happened, we’ll deal with it,” he assured you. “Anyway, it’s not like you slept with him…”

It took you a moment to think about his choice of words, you couldn’t recall ever telling him if you had slept with John or not. Shaking your head, the thought left your mind. Of course, Bucky knew you never slept with John, no one in this friend group can keep anything to themselves.

Just as you were about to change the subject, the door swung open, and again, in walked John’s wife. Her eyes scanned the room until they landed on you. Marching straight over, her expression was a mixture of determination and desperation.

“You,” she said, pointing a finger in your direction. “We need to talk.”

The bar fell silent, and everyone’s eyes turned to you. A sinking feeling settled in your stomach as you met her gaze, knowing there was nowhere to run.

Immediately standing up, Bucky positioned himself protectively in front of you. “Look, lady. We’ve already told you,” his tone was firm but calm. “We don’t know anything,”

Her eyes flicked to Bucky, then back at you. “She does,” she said, her voice trembling. “I need answers, now. John was last seen with people like… “She looked Bucky up and down before continuing. “... you. And, now he’s gone.”

You took a deep breath and began to fidget with the sleeves of your cardigan, trying to steady your nerves. “He wasn’t honest with you,” you began, your voice trembling. Bucky looked at you, his expression unreadable. Turning back to John’s wife, you noticed a mix of hope and fear in her eyes as she looked back at you. “I, I didn’t know he was married. I only found out after he disappeared. He… we were dating.”

Her eyes widened, her face draining of color. “What?” she whispered, taking a step back. “You’re saying…?”

You nodded, a lump forming in your throat as your eyes began to well. “I’m so sorry, I had no idea. If I had known, I never would have agreed to go with him.”

For a moment, she started at you, her emotions were conflicting on her face. Then, she looked down, her shoulders slumping as the reality of your words sank in. “I knew he was hiding someone,” she said softly, mostly to herself. “That doesn’t explain why he started coming home with his face black and blue…” she trailed off.

You noticed Bucky subtly move his hands to his pockets, concealing the marks on his knuckles that seemed like a permanent feature.

“I promise you, we had nothing to do with his disappearance,” you said, your voice shaking as the tears began to spill. “But, you deserved the truth about him.” You felt a pang of guilt knowing the pain that your words had caused.

Her eyes filled with tears as she looked back at you, “Thank you, I needed to hear it, even if it hurts,”

With a final moment in silence, she turned and left the bar. She left you and Bucky standing there, the weight of your confession hung heavy in the air.

Bucky turned to you, his eyes full of empathy as he placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “You did the right thing,” he said softly, pulling you into a tight hug.

The ambient noise of the bar returned as the conversation resumed around you. Sitting back down in the booth, the feeling of your confession set heavy on your shoulders. Despite Bucky’s reassurance, you still felt a sense of doubt.

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1-800-CHOKE-DAT-HOE

this is long for no fucking reason im sorry.

chris x dealer!oc

warnings: putting a stereotyping bitch in her place, swearing.

this day fucking sucks.

its no secret that tasia hated both of her jobs. but amazon was in a special place in her brain that held hatred that she specifically reserved for her father, rapists, and dentists.

but it paid the bills and kept the police off her ass. selling drugs was helping as well, but most of that income went to her college fund.

yes, she was 20 years old, and in college, and still adding to her college fund.

but it wasn't her fault. her parents didn't exactly do their job in the education department but she made good grades in high school and she got into college. she wanted to be able to say that everything that happened all meant something. that it was worth it.

that she was worth it.

so for now, she slaved away at amazon. slinging boxed into trucks with the dumbest species on the planet.

men.

"bro, earth is FLAT! why do you think the water from the ocean doesnt fall of the earth?"

she stopped listening right there. put in her airpods and blasted her "real nigga" playlist. everything was going smooth for about an hour. tasia was vibing to "catch a b" by maf teeski when the bitch from the front desk came up and tapped her on the shoulder with her bony ass finger.

"ms. edmond. you have a few boys waiting for you up at the front."

boys? who the fuck is at my-

tasia couldnt even finish her though when fake blondie started her usual shit. "i usually dont allow visitors during employees working hours. i told the gentlemen that your shift ends 5 minutes and to come back, but they were very... persistent about speaking to you immediately."

shawty is really tweaking over 5 minutes?

tasia rolled her eyes and began trudging to the front of the large building. because she was loading boxes in the back, her shift would end by the time she got up there anyway.

when she arrived, she was relieved to see chris, matt and nick literally twiddling their thumbs. when they saw the lanky girl walking up they got off the wall, almost in sync.

nick picked up a box the size of jupiter while chris fixed his hair and rolled up the sleeves of his blue hoodie.

seeing the box, made tasia remember her conversation with nick last night. he had to return some furniture.

"hellooo" nick said with a smile. the two had been texting a little bit for the week that had passed since the party.

"hey bookie." she gave a genuine smile, which surprised her, which is why it didnt last long. she looked at matt and chris gaving them a quick "hey".

"he gets a 'bookie' AND a smile and all we get is a 'hey'?" chris feigned hurt and pointed at his brothers with his jaw dropped,

this made tasia snort before replying with "i dont know you two bozos." followed by "but let me try again, for your benefit." she pretended to get into character, slapping a huge fake smile on her face. "O. M. G. hi guys! im just so happy to see you!" with that, her face fell and she asked if that was better.

"i think i like the 'hey' better..." matt muttered, with a face of confusion.

"i thought so." the girl chuckled and turned back to nick. "okay let me take this and meet you at the desk.

when they got to the desk she put in the information she needed to identify the purchase. "okay you have the card you used to pay for it right?"

"uuuh yes. hold on." nick search his wallet, eventually finding his card and handing it to his new friend.

when the transaction was finished, and nick got the confirmation text that his money had returned to his account he asked tasia when she was getting off.

"im actually off now. and i gotta hurry and get my stuff before i miss the next bus."

"bus?" nick questioned.

"yes, bus. yknow the big purple thing you get on to get from point a to point b?"

"i know what a fucking bus is. i just dont know why you're taking the bus when we have a car." nick rebuttled.

"because i live in compton and yall live 5 minutes from the hills?" what tasia was saying was a fact, but she said more like a question, mainly because she thought this was obvious.

"well come with us to do a few things and then we'll take you home." now anyone else would have jumped at the opportunity to get a free ride across town.

tasia was not like anyone else.

"why would you do that?"

"because i dont fuck with these two and i need someone else in the back seat with me."

"fair enough."

instagram pictures had been taken, happy ice had been eaten and legos had been bought.

now it was time for tasia to go back home.

"okay give me your phone so i can put my address in."

"okay but i have to stop by the house so i can get jaiyahs earrings." matt said, passing her his phone.

"...why are her earrings at your house?" tasia questioned with a quizzical look on her face.

"because she was hammered the other night and asked me to pick her up and take her home. she took her earrings off in the car and i kept them in my room." matt answered bluntly.

"its true. he asked me to come with him because he was nervous." chris cosigned.

"whatever. but if we're stopping i need to pee."

"thats fine." matt said.

"i know its fine. im just letting you know im gonna be using your bathroom."

when they arrived at the triplets house, tasia wasnt even surprised by the size of it. she knew they made good money. she didnt say anything other than ask where the bathroom was, which chris was happy to answer.

she did her business and found her way to the living room, where chris was going through a big box.

"whats that?" tasia asked.

"theyre hoodies for my brand." chris answer, handing her the sweatshirt.

she admired the blue hoodie, with white letting. it was soft. she could tell it was comfortable. so she did the first thing that came to her mind.

she put it on.

and chris damn near lost his fucking mind.

tasia, the girl who'd been haunting his frontal lobe to point of needing a lobotomy, was in his living room, in biker shorts and the hoodie that he designed. he wanted to have this moment forever.

he needed to have this moment forever.

"oh you have to let me take some pictures of you in it." he chuckled.

"absolutely not." tasia shook her head.

"come one pleeeaaase?" chris begged.

"i dont even have social media." she argued.

"then i dont have to tag you. even better."

"fine."

"YES!" chris shouted and pulled out his phone, placing her against the white wall and telling her to smile.

"do i look like the smiling type?" tasia asked.

"well at least pose." he rolled his eyes.

"how the fuck am i supposed to pose." she urged. "i dont know how to model."

"youre not modelling. youre taking pictures in a fire ass hoodie." he laughed and moved to position her in a way that would look good to show off his brand.

they continued this for about 5 minutes, him, positioning her body and taking pictures, her keeping the same neutral expression on her face.

in these 5 minutes the two individuals had realized some very important things.

tasia realized that if anyone was this close to her besides jaiye that she's try her best to remove a limb from their body. but not chris. she was allowing him into her bubble and she didnt even feel nervous about it. it felt natural. like he was supposed to be there.

chris realized that he never paid attention to the was a woman smelled until tasia. he realized she smelled like coco butter. not coco butter lotion but real coco butter. the kind that are in matts candles. he also realized that he'd shoot layla in the face for a chance to see tasia wear his brand again.

speak of the devil and she shall come.

"chrissy?" he heard her dreadful voice call out the nickname that only his mother and grandmothers were allowed to call him.

while chris was trying not to vomit, tasia was holding back a laugh at the sound of his nickname. "chrissy?" she asked.

"dont even think about it." he put a finger in her face and turned to the entrance of the living room, where layla was walking in.

emphasis on was.

she stopped dead in her tracks when she saw a girl she didnt recognize so close to chris.

"whos this?" layla asked, pointing at tasia.

"oh thats tasia. shes nicks friend. i was just show-" he was cut off by layla asking

"she cant talk or something?"

tasias eyebrows rose to the tippy-top of her head as she whipped her head in chris' direction, giving him the chance to check her before she does.

"shut up layla. she doesnt owe you a response because you asked me who she was."

"shut up?" layla feigned hurt. "you shut told me to shut up in from of whoever she is?"

taking a step towards 'layla' tasia started with "girl-" but was cut off by chris grabbing her elbow.

"tasia. please." he pleaded with her.

it was at this time that nick and matt returned from upstairs and froze at the situation before them. they had two options.

help defuse the situation and take tasia home as quckly as possible, leaving chris to deal with layla.

2. sit back and watch this funny ass shit unfold.

obviously they chose option 2 and skirted around the three. this shit looked like a standoff from a western movie.

only more anticipating.

"layla i just told you her name. i told you to come at 6. its 4:30. why the fuck are you in my house, and how'd you get in?" chris asked, trying to distract her from tasia, who didnt do a single thing wrong.

"i was coming to make you dinner. i wanted to surprise you. but i was the one surprised when i come in here and see you all up on inmate 23-" layla was cut off by tasia slapping the fuck out of her then grabbing her neck in both hands, restricting laylas airflow.

"oh shit!" nick and matt said at the same time.

"now because im cool with your dude, im not gonna fuck you up. but imma let you know right fucking now that if you ever address me as anything other than my fucking name, i wont let it slide." tasia said, then released laylas throat.

layla coughed and caught her breath, then proceeded to do what she does best. annoy the fuck out people. "who the fuck do you think you are bi-"

another slap. "you're not a quick learner are you?" tasia teased and punched layla in the jaw so hard that she fell over, still clutching her face.

"chris, get your lap dog under control before i catch a case." she motioned towards the girl on the floor. "nick, get me something frozen for my hand. and matt, did you get jaiyes earrings?" tasia asked, turning to where the two boys had been sitting on the couch.

they were zoned in on chris, trying to console and scold layla, who was starting to get hysterical on the floor. their jaws were an inch away from the ground and their eyes were bugging out of their head.

"HELLO?" tasia yelled, snapping them back into reality. nick got up and scurried to the freezer, while matt got up and retrieved the previously mentioned earrings from his pocket showing her that he had competed the task they'd come here for in the first place.

"great. now take me back to the fucking hood." tasia ordered.

tasia was now in bed, having showered, wrapped up her hair, and cleaned her piercings.

she was reading her book in a state of peace, not even thinking about the events that took place earlier.

shit like that didn't even phase her anymore. she was black with a face tat and multiple piercings and she went to a pwi. she dealt with judgment every day of her life.

she didnt hit chris' girlfriend because she was the first person to ever disrespect her. she hit her because she couldn't hit the white boys who laughed when she walked into her ethical law class. or any class that she walked into on her college campus.

the situation may have been small but the principle was big as shit.

tasia was pulled out of her blissful book when she heard her phone ring. it was a facetime from number she didn't recognize.

nonetheless, she knew jaiye was out and wasnt declining any phone calls until her bestie was home. so she answered.

only to be met with chris' face.

"chris? how'd you get my number?"

"nick." chris' eyes were focused on her and she hated that she like it.

"oh."

"yeah." chris said, awkwardly scratching his chin. "look i dont mean to bother you. its just i wanted to say sorry for layla and that i put you in that position."

"its chill." tasia shrugged, closing her book and setting it to the side. "you wanted your pictures. did you at least get any good ones?"

"yeah theyre great." chris replied with a goofy smile..

"you sure? i wouldn't wanna fuck up your hoodie."

"tasia. trust me when i say that you could make a burlap sack look good." chris replied. the smile was gone and he was now dead serious. "but i gotta go, nick wants to watch drag race. but im gonna send you some of the pictured okay?" he said, getting up.

"okay." tasia smiled, which shocked her, causing her to hang up without saying bye, something she hated doing.

not even 20 seconds later she phone dinged again, showing that chris has sent the pictured to her, like he said he would.

to say tasia was shocked by what she saw on the screen would be an understatement.

(pretend its the lue fresh love hoodie pls and thx, management)

chris had made her look so pretty. and the way she wasn't even trying made her even more surprised.

that night, she fell asleep thinking about those pictures.

how much she enjoyed taking them, despite her hatred for pictures of herself. how much she enjoyed chris being so close. how beautiful she looked while in her resting face.

ho. lee. fuck.

she like chris.

niyah speaks💗

okay last one! im boutta knock tf out because its 4 am. comment if you wanna be on the taglist.

remember that if no one loves you, mommy loves you (and my mommy i mean me.)

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ikeubi · 2 days

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candles ♡̷ 심 재윤

๛ y͟o͟u͟’͟v͟e͟ ͟n͟e͟v͟e͟r͟ ͟c͟e͟l͟e͟b͟r͟a͟t͟e͟d͟ ͟b͟i͟r͟t͟h͟d͟a͟y͟s͟ ͟b͟e͟c͟a͟u͟s͟e͟ ͟y͟o͟u͟ ͟n͟e͟v͟e͟r͟ ͟h͟a͟d͟ ͟p͟e͟o͟p͟l͟e͟ ͟t͟o͟ ͟c͟e͟l͟e͟b͟r͟a͟t͟e͟ ͟w͟i͟t͟h͟.͟ ͟a͟t͟ ͟l͟e͟a͟s͟t͟ ͟u͟n͟t͟i͟l͟ ͟j͟a͟k͟e͟ ͟c͟a͟m͟e͟ ͟i͟n͟t͟o͟ ͟y͟o͟u͟r͟ ͟l͟i͟f͟e͟.͟ ͟ ▍nonidol!jake x fmr __ fluff! established rs, non idol au. beware! slight angst if you squint

As Jake slowly woke up, a smile crept onto his face as he realized that today was a special day. Your special day.

The night before, your boyfriend decided to sleep over at your apartment as he assumed that there was an unspoken agreement that you two would be spending the next day together. So imagine the boy's shock when he turned over to face your side of the bed to find it empty──only a blue hued sticky note attached to the top of your pillow.

Jake sat up with a confused look etched upon his features as he grabbed the small piece of paper and read it.

Hi Yun :) I'm off to work for today. You seemed so peaceful sleeping, I didn't want to wake you up. See you later. Love you <3

A frown danced upon Jake's lips as he put the note down.

It was your first birthday (hopefully the first of many) that you'd spend together with Jake, and it saddened him that it wasn't something you were excited to be celebrating.

You were his favorite person, and he was going to do whatever he could to make you feel special everyday, but most especially on your birthday.

Jake spent the entire day going around the city and buying one thing after another.

A cake, party decorations, a gift, your favorite food and drinks, another gift, a birthday card, and more gifts.

Once he got back to your apartment, the boy started wrapping his gifts, writing a sweet message on the birthday card, and decorating your place in a way he thought you'd like.

He made sure all of the decorations were in your favorite color.

Jake was in the middle of plating the food he bought from two of your favorite restaurants before he suddenly heard the front door swing open.

You were shocked as you entered your apartment, hearing the playlist Jake made for you play softly in the background, seeing all the decorations hung up, the food and cake on the table, and your boyfriend in the kitchen meticulously plating some food.

"Jake?" you called, the silent question of 'what's all this?' evident in your tone.

The boy looked up from what he was working on and smiled at you.

"You're early," he said before making his way to your spot. "Happy birthday, love," he greeted while taking your face into his hands and pressing a sweet kiss onto the crown of your head.

His hands slid down to hold your hands as he pulled you over to the table where the food and gifts he prepared were.

"Jake, what's all of this for?" you asked.

You once told Jake that you never took birthdays seriously since you've never really celebrated it growing up as your parents were always busy, leading you to normally keep quiet about your birthday even to your friends.

Being someone who was used to throwing birthday parties for his friends and cousins over the years, and them doing the same for him, Jake didn't think you were serious about your sentiment and brushed it off. You proved him wrong today.

"You deserve to be celebrated. On all days, but especially today," he ran his thumb against your hand as his other arm pulled out a chair for you to sit on.

You smiled as Jake made his way to the kitchen to grab the last two plates before setting them down on the table and sitting down opposite to you.

Jake smiled as he saw you eye the decorations, food, cake, and gifts in total awe.

"I've never really celebrated my birthday like this before," you told him.

"That's because you didn't have me back then. But now you do, and that means celebrating your birthday with me is a yearly requirement, okay?" he said as he stuck out his pinky finger to interlock with yours.

"Okay," you happily replied as you interlocked your pinky with his in a promise.

Jake smiled widely before moving the cake in front of you, picking up the lighter next to it, and lighting the candles up.

He immediately held your hand again right after. "Make a wish, love," he told you.

You smiled back at him before closing your eyes and thinking of a wish.

You wished to always have Jake in your life.

As you opened your eyes and blew the candles, the world around you become more colorful as you looked at your boyfriend in front of you, eyes crinkled as he grinned from ear to ear, cheering lightly as the candles went out.

And that's when you knew. A birthday wish wasn't needed for Jake to be a permanent fixture in your life.

You were his, and he was yours.

And you were truly, madly, in love.

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teeny little fluff birthday imagine since it's my birthday tomorrow ⊹ヾ꒰ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ꒱ﾉ this was honestly so cute hehe ^_^ hope you liked it! tysm for reading<3

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Dreaming of You

guys I love selena so much you DON’T understand.. @anisscarletstarlet HERE UGH 🙄🙄

summary ✦ forcing Sam, the heavy metal lover, to listen to one of your favorite songs that he definitely has never heard or even known about.

“pleasee!” you beg Sam, tugging on the sleeve of his shirt. “why? I already know I won’t like it.” he replies with his arms crossed as you two sat on his bed. “I listen to all the songs that you want me to listen to even though I don’t like them.” his eyes darted over to you as if he was offended.. he really didn’t care. sam knew you kinda hated his music, but at least you tried listening to it just for him, so he didn’t say anything.

“so, why can’t you do the same for me?” you continue, still tugging at him. sam rolled his eyes and groaned. “kay, but if i don't fuckin’ like it within the first few seconds, im not listening to it anymore.” your boyfriend says, making you smile. hes always been kind of a jerk, but it was whatever, thats just how he is with everyone. you turn the tv on, going to youtube and search up “dreaming of you” by selena and take a seat on his lap, his arms wrapping around your waist.

as soon as he hears the beginning tune of the piano, he groans and lays on his back. “yeah, im not listening to this shit.” what a drama queen. “too bad, I don't care, deal with it.” you reply, still sittting on his lap as you face the tv, getting ready to hear one of the most beautiful songs ever made (real). sam smirked at your reply to him, liking how you just told him to deal with it. he places a pillow under his neck, enjoying the view of you on his lap (while also giving in, listening to the song.)

“late at night when all the world is sleeping, I stay up and think of you.” he thinks it corny, but that first lyric makes him think of you. he does think of you at night when everyone else is sleeping. his nosy hands find their way to your hips, fingers sometimes pulling down at the hem of your sweatpants, but not daring to actually take them off because he knew you just wanted to enjoy this moment of listening to a sweet song.

to his surprise, he was actually paying attention to what the singer was saying in her song. the song actually reminded him of you. “so I wait for the day with the courage to say how much I love you,” that was pretty relatable, he guesses. in the middle of the song when the woman speaks spanish, he doesn't undertand, hut he had a feeling she was saying something like ‘I need you in my life’ or some other romantic bs like that.

even if he thought it was cliché and corny, he didnt seem to really hate it. it was okay. he wouldn't listen to it on his own time, but if it came up randomly on a playlist or the radio, he wouldn't skip it. probably just because the whole song reminded him of you. when the song finished, you turned the tv off and flipped yourself around to be face to face with him. “soo? did you like it?”

“I didn't hate it.” was his reply. his black stained eyes paid close attention to your pretty face, one hand caressing your jaw and the other on your ass. “reminded me of you,” he let a small smirk slip past his plump lips. “I love you, ya know?” he asks, his hand that was caressing your jaw, now messing with your hair. “yeah, I do.”

“I dream of you, too.”

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Orange Slices (Joel Miller x f!reader)

masterlist | chapter sixteen | chapter fifteen | read on ao3 | playlist

story summary: A story about finding companionship and love in the midst of chaos.

word count: 4987

a/n: Hi guys, so sorry about not updating here for a while! I promise I'll continue posting Orange Slices chapter updates here, I just completely forgot to post chapter 17. Not to be annoying, but if you are interested in staying in touch with me/my other works/story updates (including fororange slices), I am now mainly on @urbancowboyjoel now. Chapter 18 is still in the works, explanation is at the end of the chapter hehe.

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Chapter Seventeen

“Come to me in the silence of the night; come in the sparkling silence of a dream.” -Christina Rossetti

The moonlight streams in through the small window in the kitchen, offering a comforting presence in the midst of your sudden onset of insomnia. After the day you had, all the lifting and moving, you should be tired; you should be exhausted. However, after tossing and turning for hours while your mind raced with thoughts about James and Joel and Nessa and your impending return to patrol and past memories, of your hometown and how things used to be, how much has changed within the past few years–your relentless thoughts refused to slow down no matter how much you tried to fight against them, so you forced yourself from the couch and took a seat at the kitchen table in the dark.

Staring off into the dark abyss of where you just came from, you roll your neck, grimacing at the shooting pain at the base of your skull. Sleeping on the couch was not working out. Nothing good came out of it, just restless nights and daily body aches. Still, regardless of being in this house for a while, the reminisce of the lives that used to call this house their home still haunts you in one form or another. This place has yet to begin feeling like yours, and at this rate, you don’t think it ever will.

The past few weeks have been nothing short of a blur, between the conversation you had with Joel and the myriad of drama surrounding you in Jackson, your mind has been rather preoccupied.

After your eyes fully adjusted to the dark, you reached for the notebook at the center of the table. The clock mounted behind you on the wall in the kitchen, was loud in your ears, the mixture of tick-tocks and your heartbeat whooshing in your ear gave you a sense of unsettling nausea.

You flipped to the next available blank page in the worn notebook, the moon casting a sliver of light across the table as if it was encouraging you to write about your troubles after witnessing your restless night for countless weeks. The eraser head hits the paper in between the ticks and tocks of the clock as you delve further into your thoughts. Where do I start? You ask yourself.

A few weeks ago, after returning from an uneventful patrol alongside Joel, you came across a post on the community information board in the town square. Charles posted a help wanted request for cleaning and setting up a library in one of the vacant buildings within the community. As soon as you saw his name signed at the bottom, you ripped it from the board and rushed to his house to volunteer your hand. A part of you felt saddened that he didn’t come to you and ask, considering he confided in you that one day he'd like to open a library here. Although, given the rocky state of things going on in your life, you understood why he didn’t ask to begin with.

After going around to the different guards, asking for anyone to cover her spot with patrol, Tommy was the only one who stepped up while you and Charles began stripping the building, cleaning, and organizing the collection of books he’s hoarded over the years, were donated by members of the community, or were purposely scavenged from nearby.

Although you hated admitting this to yourself, it was nice getting a break from doing patrol. Setting up the library was the perfect distraction from everything going on, and spending time with Charles, someone who you looked up to for guidance and as a father figure, was the kind of presence your soul needed.

That distraction only went so far though, at night your thoughts consistently kept you up into the wee hours of the morning. It had nearly become debilitating and you knew it was something you’d have to figure out sooner rather than later, particularly before you returned to your patrol duties. The main two culprits that haunted your thoughts were none other than Joel and James; Joel, mainly because you’ve been spending much less time with him than usual, and James for the fact that he’s been too involved in your life lately.

Regardless of not going on patrol with Joel, you still see him nearly everyday. Usually the two of you eat dinner together, with him stopping by what will eventually become the library to see if you wanted to join him. Your answer was always yes with no hesitation on your end. After dinner, he'd walk you home, sometimes he’d stay for an hour or so, other times he’d retreat to his house to go to bed, telling you that the sleepless nights in the QZ and on the outside were catching up with him. At the end of each day, you always craved more from him.

Then there was James. Oh, James…

Ever since your confrontation out front of the stables about the little stunt he pulled that almost got you taken off of patrols, it seems as if James has been trying to do some intense damage control with you. He’s stopped by your house a handful of times that you know of. You’ve never opened the door, going completely still so as to not alert him of your presence, though he still takes it upon himself to profusely apologize through the door, pleading for you to talk to him.

Through word of mouth, either from the other guards discussing your temporary leave or from Charles himself, James must’ve learned about you helping with the library because he began showing up between his patrols and other guard duties, claiming he just wants to see how things are coming along.

These unexpected drop-ins put Charles in an awkward position; you knew it, James knew it—he came anyway. While you stealthily slipped into the back room to busy yourself, sometimes organizing piles of books you already organized days prior, other times just staring at the wall, Charles would take the initiative to entertain James with small talk.

Every time James made his eventual departure, Charles would let out a loud heavy sigh, saying so much with no words. And after you’d mutter your half-assed apology as you emerged from the back room, he’d give you a look; one so full of disappointment and defeat. For the rest of the day, both of you would work in silence.

Charles never said anything beyond his sigh and the look he’d give you in regards to James. His body language was more than enough and he knew that. He knew the guilt that you feel and the conflicting anger you have towards James. After the last talk the two of you had, he’d given up and knew no matter what he said to you, no matter how much he tried to help, you wouldn’t listen anyway.

He knew you were a coward and had no plan of resolving things with James anytime soon.

A coward wishing their problem would disappear.

You wished James would just disappear , because then you wouldn’t have to think about what you did to him that started this. And that made you feel guilty.

Eventually, you knew you’d have to come face to face with James, knowing that he won’t be going anywhere anytime soon. The community is relatively small and people talk; in the long run it would be best to smooth things over, at least attempt to talk things out. Although, it just wasn’t something you could do right now. Not with your conflicting and complex feelings toward James—especially not when things were so God damned gray with Joel.

The snapping of the lead of your pencil pulls you out of your mind consuming rant, suddenly becoming aware of your dark surroundings as you return to reality. You could feel the intense heat radiating off of your cheeks as you brought one palm up to your face.

After staring at the paper for a few minutes, taking in the messy scribbles of words, you rip out the page in one swift motion, immediately crumpling it into a ball. The muscles in your forearm tensed as you squeezed the paper within your fist, making it smaller and more compact with each squeeze. The paper disappeared within the dark shadows of the kitchen when you chucked it across the table.

Your head began to spin, a buzzing sensation filling your skull and making you feel uneasy. Moving the hand on your cheek up to your forehead, you let out a sigh of frustration and close your eyes.

Joel.

Such an intense and complex person. From the moment you sat across from him at that damned table at that abandoned cabin, you felt drawn to him. Something about him that you couldn’t quite put your finger on made you feel understood and protected and at ease. When it was just the two of you, you could imagine what life would be like by his side, and it was something you so badly wanted to manifest into reality. He could be a complete asshole at times, but then there were other times when he was so vulnerable with you and he would laugh and you could see a glimmer of joy in his eyes that gave you a tiny glimpse of who he was before the outbreak happened. Weirdly enough, you wanted him just as much in his worst moments as you did in his best. To you, knowing that was enough. It was enough to understand what you felt for him.

James…

He was such a sweet and kind soul, always making you feel so normal, as if none of this outbreak bullshit ever happened. James felt things so purely and intensely, it almost made you envious that someone could experience life in such a way after losing so much. From the beginning he treated you as an equal, he didn’t make you have to prove yourself like some of the others did, he didn’t see you as the weird girl who showed up with Tommy Miller and his misfit older brother. He treated you like a human being deserving of friendship, he stuck up for you, and on the late nights the two of you would spend together, he made you feel like you were something important to this world. While all those things may remain true, it doesn’t change how he treated Joel or what he did to you when his jealousy took over. Things could never go back to how they were after that.

Closing the front cover of the notebook and slipping the pencil into the spiral binding for safe keeping, you slide it back to the center of the table where you retrieved it from.

In the past, writing had helped you sort through your thoughts, it did when Joel left shortly after you arrived in Jackson and when memories of the past became too much to bear. It gave you a chance to dump everything without the judgment of others and many times you were able to either solve the core of the problem or come to some sort of decision on how to manage your feelings, but this time around…no matter how much you deliberated, how much you wrote, it just leaves you with a bigger headache than you started with.

And this headache seemed to grow worse as the days went on.

As your hand ran down the front of your face, you turned in your chair to look at the clock, squinting your eyes to make out the numbers and hand position in the dark. You raise your eyebrows when you realize it’s now past midnight, nearly an hour has passed and you have been completely lost in your thoughts this entire time.

At this point the moonlight shifted, the sliver that previously caressed the table with a soft glow, was now leading you to the couch.

Pressing your palms firmly against the smooth surface of the table, it takes you a second to push yourself up onto your feet as your eyes lock onto one of the many burn marks pulling you back into your daze. Joel did say I was welcome anytime, the words appear in your mind without any warning, maybe I can… With one hard, intentional blink, the thought disappeared.

Nothing good ever comes after midnight. On top of that, you aren't being rational right now, you’re sleep deprived and borderline delarius. Nothing good will come out of that, you whisper your words out loud. Sleep. That’s what you needed. That’s all you need right now. Not clarity, or confirmation, or him.

You wrap your arms around yourself as you walk the short distance from the table to the couch, nearly toppling over on the couch. All you wanted at the moment was to sleep. You desperately wanted a break from your racing thoughts that were now becoming tortuous. Before laying down, you punched the poor excuse of a pillow a few times before laying on your back, your hands resting just above your navel. As you close your eyes, you slow your breathing.

Trying to trick your brain into sleeping, you count the seconds that pass in unison to the ticking clock. Flashing images of Joel kept distracting you, so when you finally reached six hundred after several failed attempts, you flipped onto your side with your face now facing the back of the couch. The rough fabric brushed the tip of your nose as you nuzzled your face into the cushion, the heat of your breathing warming your cold cheeks.

Three hundred more seconds pass before you shoot up from the couch, the sudden movement making blood rush to your head, the already dark room becoming darker for a fraction of time. Your heart, for some reason that you don’t know why, is racing, thumping strongly within the confines of your chest.

Placing your hand over your heart, feeling the movement under the layers of skin, muscle, and bone, you approach the window in the living room, your steps slow almost as if you were afraid of getting caught. As you look out the window toward Joel’s house, you brace your hands on the windowsill, leaning into them to get a better look. His house at this time of the night was nothing more than a shadow, but you could recount every detail of it by memory.

You began to gently chew on your bottom lip as a sudden calm came over.

Fuck it.

Before you could process your decision or think of what the consequence might come from out of this, you were already halfway out the door, barefoot and still in your pajamas. Time seemed to slow as you walked across the empty street and up Joel’s pathway; the overgrown weeds tickling the bottom of your feet with each step.

Knock, knock, knock.

The wooden door was hard against your knuckles, knocking hard enough so he would hear but wouldn’t be alarmingly loud either.

For a brief moment, a sliver of consciousness washed over you, the only thing you could hear was your own ragged breaths as the adrenaline continued to rush through your veins and covered your body in a numbing sensation. What are you doing? Your eyebrows drew together. Looking over your shoulder you judged the distance between where you stood and where your front door was. If I leave now, perhaps I can make it back before he gets to the door. The longer you think on it, you realize the opportunity slipping through your fingers.

The sound of creaking floorboards causes you to turn back toward Joel’s front door and straighten your posture, your chin tilting upward ever so slightly. Your fingers fiddle with each other as you wait for the door to open; on the other side of the barrier, you can hear Joel clear his throat and your heart stalls.

At first, he barely opens the door wide enough for his head to poke through. You take a second to scan his face; he looks confused, still half asleep, but God did he look handsome.

“Hey, um, ” your voice is soft, not quite sure what to say. You shift the weight between your feet as you continue to look at him.

After taking what seemed like forever to process your presence, Joel’s narrowed eyes quickly turn into concern and he opens the door wider revealing his entire body. “Is everything okay?” His voice was rough, laden with sleep. Your breathing hitches, leaving you unable to respond as you take him in before you. Your eyes glaze down from his concerned expression, to his chest hair and down his bare torso, to the top of the band of his blue boxer that looked as if they had been put on in a rush. Your core ignited with an intense heat, your heartbeat picking up in speed.

You force yourself to swallow despite your throat feeling as if it were closing in on itself. “I can’t sleep…” You shook your head, keeping your eyes fixated on his. “I’m–I’m sorry to bother you so late.” Letting out a sigh you avert your gaze down to your feet. Looking at him was too much for you to handle right now.

The sigh of relief escaping him made you slowly look back up at him, his shoulders relaxing. Without saying anything else, Joel opens the door completely, stepping aside to allow you to come in. You give him a shy smile in response, butterflies now going rampant in your stomach.

You wait for Joel to take the lead, not sure what would happen from here. You knew what you wanted to happen, whether it was right or wrong. Perhaps he’d offer you the couch, simply a place to sleep for the night. That’s probably for the best. Or maybe the two of you would talk for a bit and then he’d send you on your way. Fuck, you’re an idiot, you thought, hating yourself now for not thinking this through. Joel had to get up for patrol in the morning and you thought it was a good idea to bother him for your own selfish reasons. Stupid, stupid, stupid. You dig your nails into your palms as a flash of heat runs through your body.

Joel’s arm brushes up against yours as he passes, leading you further into his home and turning on lights as he goes. You have to force yourself not to look at him or the way his back muscles shift as he walks. Get a hold of yourself, you scold yourself and suck in some very much needed oxygen through your teeth.

You take everything in as you walk further into his home, it’s been quite a while since you’ve been here. Between the pictures of wildlife to the half finished wood carvings, everything remains the same as you remember; perfectly lived in and a reflection of who Joel is at his core.

The kitchen light flickers a few times when Joel flips the switch, damn light , his voice comes out as a low mumble. As the two of you approach the table, he pulls out one of the chairs gesturing for you to take a seat. You avoid his gaze, giving him a nod of gratitude before he rounded the corner of the table and headed toward the kitchen cabinets.

“You want something to drink?” He asks as he grabs two glasses, the side clinking together as he sets them down on the countertop. “Liquor, fresh milk, water…” He only turns back to look at you once he finishes.

You shake your head. “I’m fine, thanks though.” The last thing you need is alcohol, and you were sure that anything that went down would instantly be vomited back up given the fact that your stomach was in the most intense knots you have ever experienced.

Joel stares at you for a second longer than usual before giving you a single nod, abandoning the glasses on the counter and taking a seat in the chair directly across from you.

He clears his throat before asking, “Somethin’ botherin’ you?” His tone was genuine. You scoff quietly in response, if only I could tell you , you thought.

You didn’t respond immediately, staring off into the kitchen behind Joel and gathering your thoughts. “There’s…” You didn’t know how to respond or what to say. No, you couldn’t tell him. Or could you? “Yes, I just don’t know… I don’t” You cut yourself off, sucking in some air to challenge the suffocating feeling that manifested in your chest.

“You don’t want to talk about it?” He says, not intending it as a question. Joel clasps his hands together, resting them on the table. Without looking at him, you slowly nod. “Nothin’ wrong with that.”

Then a silence fell between the two of you. You didn’t know what else to say, you could barely look at him across the table from you and could feel his stare burning a hole into you. Guilt quickly washed over you and you slightly cringed to yourself before lifting your eyes up to Joel. His gaze was intently fixated on you, an intensity in his eyes you saw only a few times.

Your lips part, your tongue wetting your dried out lips. “I’m sorry I woke you up for nothing,” Your voice was breathy and barely above a whisper. “I didn’t know what to do, so…”

Joel immediately shook his head before you were even able to finish. “Don’t– no, don’t apologize.” You give him a pitiful smile, though his expression did not break. The two of you stare at each other for what seems like minutes, though in reality it was probably only a few seconds at most.

“How’s the library comin’ along?” He changed the subject, which you were thankful for. “Sounds like a lot of people are excited for it.” Joel cocked his head.

“Yeah, probably a dozen people stop by a day just to see when we’ll be done.” You say as you tuck your hands beneath your thighs. “Hardest part is just filling the shelves with books, more tedious than hard though.” Joel was listening with intent. “Tony brought us a ton of books from the run last week, so that was pretty huge. On top of that people have been dropping books off to donate.”

“It’ll…it’ll be a good addition to Jackson.” Joel responds and you nod.

There was a pause in the conversation, a bit of awkwardness rising in the air.

“How’s patrol going in my absence?” You inquire, changing the subject.

Joel let out a low whisper as he adjusted himself in the chair. “Same ol’, same ol’. Don’t tell Tommy I said this, but it’s been nice spending some one on one time with him. It’s been a while since it’s just been us.” He says, a glimmer growing brighter in his eyes. A small smile appeared on his face. “Sort of like old times, when we’d go on fishin’ trips together.”

You smile at the sentiment, before completely changing your expression. “ Mmmm,” you hum, causing Joel to look at you. His eyes narrow slightly in confusion. “Do I have to worry about you replacing me?” You jokingly narrow your eyes back at him, cocking your head to one side.

Joel let out a boisterous laugh. “God no, never,” his response was quick with no hesitation. “I say that, but I can only take so much of him… ask me in a few more weeks and I’ll be beggin’ on my hands and knees for you to come back.”

A smile appeared on your face again, “I won’t make you beg too hard.” Joel instantly locked eyes with you through his brow-line, your stomach jumping at the eye contact.

“No?” He raised his eyebrow as he spoke, his voice dark but somewhat playful as he gave you a devious smile.

You were the first to drop your gaze, followed up by Joel clearing his throat.

“Um…” You fill the silence, trying to think of how to converse after that moment. In your peripheral view, you see Joel reach his hand over the table, gesturing toward you.

“I think about ya’.” His eyes dart around as you look at him, searching for some sort of reaction from you. Everything around you went eerily silent. You raise your eyebrows almost stunned by this confession. All you wanted to say was: You do? However, you waited for him to continue, to take the lead on whatever was about to be said. It seems as if your reaction was enough because Joel nodded. “When I’m doin’ patrol and you aren’t there, at night before I fall asleep,” as he went on, he refused to look at you. From his expression you couldn’t quite tell what his intent was telling you this. “I–I’m…” At this point his head is hanging low, his eyes fixated on the table; he shook his head. “I’ll be right back.”

His tone was different than before, you sensed a bit of hesitation, perhaps embarrassment. You return with a curt nod, although he didn’t give you a second look before he left and headed toward the stairs. You remained seated at the table as you listened to the thumps of each step he took, and when things went silent, you raised out of the chair. What just happened? Joel’s confession almost seemed unreal, did you imagine that just now? You turned in a circle, your eyes tracking the walls as you spin. Am I dreaming? Your face now twisted in confusion.

Walking out of the kitchen, you stand at the bottom of the staircase for a moment looking up. Joel was nowhere in sight. You blow out the air you had been holding on to as you pad over to the living room, turning on the light. Bracing your hand on the threshold, you paused.

It was considerably messy compared to the other parts of the house. A blanket was lazily draped over the back of the couch, the guitar laid on it back on the ground as if he had been playing it and put it there to come back to later. Records were scattered on top of the coffee table, alongside a book laying face down open.

As you approach the bookshelves on the back wall, you run your hand along the soft blanket and carefully step over the guitar.

Reaching for a book that had a red-brown leather exterior with silver foil details on the side, your ears perk up when you hear Joel coming down the steps. You remain still, running your fingers over the spine before pulling it out. You hear the floorboards creak as Joel gets closer and closer to the living room, the louder his steps get, the weight in your chest gets heavier. You remain still, not turning toward the entrance to acknowledge his presence.

Seconds seem to pass by in hours, until you feel his warmth behind you. “You can borrow it if you’d like.” His voice shook slightly as he spoke, your breathing becoming shallow. No words would leave your throat.

Quickly, you turn to face him, your arm dropping to your side with the book still within your grasp. Joel took a single step toward you, closing the already little distance between your bodies. You brought your hand up to the middle of his chest, placing the palm of your hand flat against him; his heart was beating fast. Out of instinct, your body stiffens, your eyes softening as you lock onto his.

As you tilt your chin upwards, Joel leans in, his eyelids fluttering as the two of you become closer to one another. Your eyes remain wide open as you relish the sight, total relief overcoming you at what was about to happen. Your tortuous thoughts from earlier completely disappear and burn in the fire that rose in the core of your pelvis. It was just you and Joel right now. Right now that's all that mattered to you.

Just as his lips met yours, your eyes fluttered shut. Bursts of colors explode beneath your eyelids, and at some point the book slipped from your hands, landing with a dull thud. His hands were all over you now, one fisting at the back of your oversized night shirt, and the other gently caressing the side of your hip. Joel’s lips were soft, his movement a lot more gentle than you imagined on the many nights you couldn’t sleep. Yet, he was still passionate and the intensity made jolts of electricity rush through your body.

You quickly pull back from him, both of your hands holding loosely onto his biceps. He went to lean in again, but you pulled back again. “Tell me you want me to stay,” your voice is barely above a whisper, smooth and alluring. There was nothing more you wanted than this , what was happening right now. After that first dinner with Tommy and Joel, that was the turning point for you and ever since then that– Joel seemingly wanting it as much as you did–it was all you could think about whenever you were around him or when you’d see him at the bar, or across the community.

Joel’s hands glided down your back before he clasped them together. His eyes shift off to the side before returning to you. You could tell he was contemplating, just like you had earlier; doing this…is it right or wrong? The way his hands press into your lower back told you that he wouldn't be able to resist you, not this time.

His throat bobs as he looks into your eyes, his eyes softening and his lips parting. No words came out as he leaned into you, placing his forehead on yours.

Joel nodded and whispers onto your lips, “Stay. ”

chapter eighteen coming soon! (I'm being so fr too, I'm just bad at writing smut and I want it to be perfect so bear with me)

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