#they feel like the two sides of the smiley face. they contrast each other SO intensely it’s. incredible

[andoutofharm]

okay i know i said i didn’t want to start analysis yet but heaven, iowa and i am my own muse are two sides of the same coin. they’re such similar sentiments but one expressed with longing and sadness and introspection and the other expressed with rage and betrayal and desperation

[fangirl-of-way-too-many-fandoms]

Alright. So.

My today's agenda is:

bring some justice to Wen's actions.

I'm talking about the speculations abt him cheating on Alan that I see on my timeline/dashboard.

Let's goooooo.

Almost every post I see abt this topic mentions that Wen is actually-basically-as-it-turns-out cheating on Alan. And I'm here, at your service, to argue with that. I even have a few facts that will (hopefully) prove my point. Some are more solid, some are not so much, but anyhow.

Fact #1:

the overall feel of the condo/apartment when Wen comes back.

What I mean is that it feels empty, lonely and cold. Of course the colour palette chosen for this scene plays a huge, dare I say gigantic, role in our perception of this place and the vibe of Wen's "home". It highlights calm and cold tones of blue that are generally associated w/ loneliness and sadness.

Look at the tones and colors of that scene. They are pale, dark, kinda hostile and unwelcoming. It doesn't feel like "home", it doesn't have that signature warmth to it that every "Home" has.

And to highlight that feeling of emptiness, we're shown a few shots of a previous night. Which, despite all the 'no complications and deeper connections' thing, still feels warm and full of emotions and feelings. The contrast is literally palpable.

AND. If we can see it and feel it - all of those hints at the atmosphere at Wen's 'home' - than it was probably the intention of the creators. They purposefully created such an atmosphere so that we can get the gist of the state in which Wen's private life is at the moment. And this gist would be that he is lonely. His loneliness is actually appears to be so intense, like you can almost feel it yourself.

Side note: the more I think abt it, the more it seems like he didn't even want to come back. Like he was really reluctant to leave Jim and this little corner of comfort he unintentionally found

This leads us up to fact #2:

the feel of Wen's relationship with Alan.

It seem cold. Again. It seems to be void of affection that is usually more or less palpable in romantic relationships. The main tell-tale of that fact would be the note Alan left. It looked really office-ish. Like the note that you usually leave for your co-worker whom you're not really close with. It's 'strictly business', straight and plain.

When you leave a note for someone close to you, you usually draw some little cute doodles on it or maybe a smiley face or use a pet name/nickname of a person or write some small 'addition' to it like: "The leftovers from dinner are in the fridge. Microwave them and eat"/"I'll be back by 7. Lets have chinese takeout today"/etc. You get the idea. You do it to make the note more personal, to make a person smile, to give the note a warm feel and fill it with emotion. There was none of it.

So. Summarizing these two thoughts leads us to the conclusion that the relationship between Wen and Alan is at the VERY LEAST became cold and devoid of affection and any romantic feels. OR, maybe it even ended for good. And they live with each other for God knows for what reason, the main point of said reason being the lack of another/better option at the moment.

Now. With the speculations and ambiguous vibes of that scene - which everyone may interpret however they want - out of the way we can move on to more solid fact #3:

TAGS at MyDramaList

I'm talking about "Ex-boyfriend comes back" one specifically. Now, I know that we can't trust everything that's written and that we see on the Internet.. BUT mdl so far has been pretty accurate (at least in my experience of using it) with the info it provides. So I don't see why we can't trust this tag.

And by using some logic we can deduct that this mysterious 'ex-boyfriend' will probably be Wen's. And as such, it'll probably be Alan. Since it's mini-series that tend to be not really complicated, so we probably won't be getting any new characters who theoretically speaking can turn out to be someone's ex.

Summing this monstrosity of a post (which was supposed to be a short 3-point list of facts) up I'd like to justify my precious boy Wen's actions and state that he is not cheating per say. Like, personally I'm convinced that he and Alan broke up, so there is no cheating when there is no relationship. But if they haven't like 'officially' broke up - like haven't said it out loud that they are no longer in a relationship - but still there are no more feelings between them anymore, then I still don't really consider it cheating. 'Cus, like, you have no feelings anymore towards this person. Should you talk and break up? Yes. Are you a dummy for not addressing this issue first and jumping into some strangers' bed? Also yes. Can you be blamed and called 'cheater' if you have no feelings anymore? No. And I stand by it.

This turned out to be way longer than I anticipated lol. Sorry not sorry.

If someone will make it through all my ramblings and find them somewhat coherent - thank you. If you also have some thoughts on this, quite controversial, topic - I'm open to a discussion.

[laurenpomfrett-ardn516-2023]

Week 11 Selection (edited and annotated)

To open the collection, there is this old little shack on the corner where the sign that welcomes you to Kaukapakapa is. However, this shack has not been looked after well. It is run down with paint chipping, smashed glass, weeds growing in the gutter and a large DANGER sign that says the building is unstable. What makes this ironic is by the door, there is a Ray White sign, a real estate company, that used to be operate here. If a real estate building is unstable then how should I trust the homes in this area? Why did it go out of business? Were there just not enough people wanting to move here that they just faded away like everything else? Its not a very welcoming site to see.

Next we look at the residents who have their lifes established here. Except again, it is not very friendly. The middle mail box is locked shut with a "Smile, you're on camera" sign. Why do they need so much security over just their mail? Are there people stealing it? The happy smiley face feels condescending and as if they are mocking us for ever thinking we could mess with these people. The halloween figure behind the fence makes us feel like we're being watched and pairs with the signage that we are not trusted here. We feel like intruders and are doing something wrong simply for being close by.

After getting even closer to the homes of those living here, we are blocked with the large white picket fence gate. The white picket fence is a symbol for stability, comfort and wealth. However, this home is anything but stable. There's junk everywhere, old boats, road cones, corrugated iron, street signs and a beware dog sign next to a snowman. The picket white fence that symbolises perfection is paired with poverty, misfortune and neglect. These two opposite idea contrast and clash against each other. The private property, the locked gate and the beware dog sign again makes us feel uncomfortable and unsettled. We are yet again intruders, are not welcomed and should go away.

The little shack in the background is like the sky tower of Kaukapakapa. It is an icon of the area and as you drive into town and has been there longer than I have been alive. When I was younger, I thought it was a home for the cows to stand under when it rained. Wrong. It's a slaughter house! The bright red "No shooting" sign contrasts what we now know the hut in the background used to be. How can there be no shooting when thats exactly what happened to the unknowing cows? Do people still use this area as shooting and have to be warned not to? Might I mention this hut is right beside my old primary school.

We now know that theres no shooting in this region, right? Well, here's a sheep standing behind a massive home kill and meat processing sign. He's even posing in the same way as the deer on the sign. It's as if they're replicating each other as they both have the same fate. With the sheep making eye contact with the camera, we get to see his emotions and the longing look on his face makes us believe that he can read the sign, and he knows what his fate is. The other sheep behind him are walking up the grass pathway with their heads hung low, this creates the idea that they all know whats coming and are walking to their demise.

Here is where the sheep will end up. As a child though, I did not understand what 'home kill' meant and thought that the cute animals on the side of the building meant it was a vet! Wrong again. The bright and happy blue sky contrasts with the dark and deadly practices that go on here. The foreground sign of the loose dogs biting makes us again feel unwelcome and now unsafe. I remember feeling scared to get near this home kill factory and constantly was on high alert. This hostility is prevalent and makes Kaukapakapa feel like an unsafe place.

Next we are taken to my old school, which is explained with the "Children crossing" sign. However, there is no pedestrian crossing, no pathway along the road but just the small shoulder and then this deep ditch. This makes us think that this area is not built for children and it is not a safe environment for them to cross the road and go home. The school which has been established since 1873, still does not have the infrastructure to make it a safe environment for children which could be from a lack of funding. This school was very small with only 200 children.

After we see the children's crossing sign, we see this dead possum as road kill. This makes us think back to the previous image and how if drivers could run down this rodent, then maybe they could with a child too, which again reinforces the unsafe environment. The possum is situated in front of a family's home as there is a basketball hoop. This makes us think that if there are children living here, they may not be safe and could be hit like this possum.

We next see what seems to be a normal playground with a bright yellow slide. Yet, the slide leads us to the sign on the bench with a "Alcohol ban area". This is confronting as a playground, which is designed for children, should already be an alcohol ban area. Why does it need to be specified? Do people drink in these areas? The wired fence that surrounds the playground makes it feel like a contained prison, that it need the fence to keep everything inside safe from the outside world.

Across from the playground, we have this war memorial statue from WW1. Kaukapakapa and Helensville sent a lot of troops to the war and not many returned. This statue is a remembrance for the lives lost at war. The area behind shows the contrast between the present and the past. The constructions site and the wired fence indicates new development and they have circled the war statue in order to build around it. It feels as if the statue is a nuisance and unwanted, despite its history and importance to the region. We are neglecting the old and are favouring the new.

To finish my collection, I have the local church and cemetery. This beautiful building is well looked after, and as a child I thought it was a sculpture garden as those are frequent in my hometown. However the "Buy Now" "Your Ashes Plots" reminds us of the inevitable and is a harsh slap reality check. This sign is us wanting to 'get in early' and prepare for when we die and having locked in where we would be buried. This reminder of how death is always lingering in the future is a depressing thought.

[dreamerstreamer]

Speak Your Mind

Pairing: GeorgeNotFound / George x f!reader

Summary: Usually, you left George feeling tongue-tied, but apparently not today.

Word Count: 3.8k

A/N: requested by an anon who wanted a cute, clumsy george story! another anon wanted something similar, so i hope you both and all enjoy <3 this was inspired by this quote by lemony snicket :)

George slipped into his chair with a slight groan, nudging his mouse with his elbow as he took a sip of water. He watched as his screen came to life, glancing over at the time. It was still kind of early, and he had a few hours to himself before his scheduled stream.

I could probably just play by myself for a while, he thought to himself, setting his glass down to his left as he opened up Minecraft. He reached across his desk, grabbing his headphones and settling them over his head. It’s been a while since I’ve played in a hardcore survival world. 

But then his gaze flickered down to a particular server, and he found his cursor automatically clicking on it, almost like clockwork. In an instant, his avatar was standing on the Prime Path, the blocky world rendering into view around him. Shifting his mouse a few times, George smiled and opened up his inventory.

He spent a few moments sorting everything out, quietly humming to himself. A few seconds later, something popped up on the bottom left of his screen, his gaze darting over to catch it.

[y/n]: hi george!

[y/n]: how are you doing?

George’s heart almost immediately stuttered in his chest, and he spent a moment or two simply staring at the two lines of text.

He couldn’t believe just how much power you had over him.

The two of you had been friends for a long time now—nearly as long as he had been friends with Dream, even. The two of you had met almost entirely by accident, having simply been jokingly trapped together on a random server by one of the admins for a few hours. Under any other circumstances, George probably would have felt awkward to hell and back, but the two of you had just instantly hit it off together.

You were kind and cheerful, while he was practical and goofy. He loved your optimistic innocence, and you lived for his sarcastic quips. While the two of you had never met in person, both of you had most definitely seen each other’s faces before, and George would never forget the first thing he said when he saw your face.

“Woah. You’re really pretty.”

He had blurted it without warning, surprising even himself at his own words. Your face had flushed while you immediately turned off your face cam, letting out a quiet whine. “George, you can’t just say that!”

He remembered sputtering in his chair, then sending an earnest smile at his monitor. “But it’s true!”

“George!”

The image of your cheeks plastered with an embarrassed, sheepish grin and your wide, shining eyes would forever be ingrained in his mind.

Years later, that picture hadn’t changed a bit, still as clear as ever in his head, but the feelings he held for you had transformed. It didn’t happen quickly, nor did he ever want to admit it, but he was incredibly aware of it—almost too aware of it.

You made his cheeks hurt from how much he smiled around him. You filled his stomach with butterflies just with a single giggle. You made his ears turn bright red whenever you made a sly joke.

The three little words sat at the back of his head at nearly every hour of the day, and he just knew that one of these days, he was going to tell you what they were.

Hopefully.

With a smile on his face and a million thoughts swirling around his head, all of them beginning and ending with you, he closed his inventory and began to type back a response.

GeorgeNotFound: i’m doing good haha

[y/n]: i’m happy to hear that! <3

His breath caught in his throat. A heart—you had sent back a heart. He could feel his own heart seize in his chest at the sight of two simple symbols on his monitor screen.

Oh god, he was so screwed.

He walked forward a bit, his head still spinning with thoughts of you and that stupid heart as he contemplated what he should do next. An idea popped up just then, a small wave of anxiety creating over his head. With shaky hands, he began to type.

GeorgeNotFound: wanna join vc 2?

A moment ticked by, and George chewed on the side of his cheek. Then, your username appeared in the corner of his screen.

[y/n]: okay! i’ll be there in a sec :)

A smiley face. His own lips curled upwards to match the smile emoticon as he entered the voice channel, patiently waiting. A few moments later, something caught his attention from the corner of his monitor. Turning, he flinched as your avatar jumped down and landed in front of him, briefly turning red from the fall damage. A split second later, he heard a familiar ping.

“Boo!” you chirped, your voice echoing in his ear as bright as day. He felt warmth blossom in his chest just at the sound of a single syllable spoken in your voice.

“What a grand entrance,” he said teasingly, unable to hide the fact that he was grinning while he spoke.

“You know me,” you said, giggling, “I always have to make a big show of things.”

“I sure do,” he said, secretly thinking to himself.

But I wish I knew you better.

“Woah,” you suddenly breathed, something like awe seeping in your voice as your character stepped forward. “I feel like we haven’t talked in, like... forever.”

He blinked, shifting his mouse slightly toward you. “We talked yesterday.”

“No,” you said quickly, your pitch raising, “I mean like, talk talked. You know, over call or something?” Your voice grew quiet. “I missed hearing your voice.”

George wanted to throw a pillow across his room. Cute. “Well, I’m here now,” he said softly, chuckling, “so you get to hear it all you want.”

He heard you cough, but it was slightly muffled. He wondered what you looked like right now, and he half-wished that you two had your face-cams on. “Now that you’re on the sever,” you prompted a second later, suddenly sounding normal again. “what do you wanna do?” 

He thought for a moment, the wheels in his head turning. “Well, I kind of wanted to work a bit more on my house.”

“Oh, you mean your new house? The one you were building during the, uh—” You paused, searching for the right words. “—big battle?” 

He could imagine you making fake air quotes with your fingers, and he laughed, thinking of your scrunched up face. “Pfft, yeah. That’s the one.”

“I haven’t seen it yet,” you admitted, some rustling coming through his headphones. “Do... do you mind showing me it?”

He smiled sheepishly. “No, not at all. But I’m not a very good builder, I hope you know.”

You let out a brief shout, and he jumped in his chair. “Nope! Illegal!”

His eyebrows knit together. “‘Illegal’?” he parroted.

“Illegal,” you said in an affirmative tone. “It’s illegal to be mean to GeorgeNotFound. Even by GeorgeNotFound himself. Sorry I don’t make the rules.” Before he could even think of a response, your character began jumping up and down on his screen. “Now, show me the goods! I’m sure it looks great.”

He was pretty sure he was just a puddle in his chair, now. You were just far too much for his poor heart. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could take of this before he lost his mind.

Shaking his head free of thoughts of you, he pressed the W key and watched as he moved forward down the Prime Path and over a hill. “Here, follow me. It’s a bit far from the rest of the server’s homes, but I kind of like it.”

You hummed, thoughtful and soft as the two of you jumped your way over a few hills. “I get you. I mean, we all need our space. I think having your home being more far away is just cozy. Quaint. Probably not going to get robbed by Tommy. It’s a win-win situation!”

He snorted at your words. Probably not going to get robbed by Tommy was a positive he would never pass up. “I’m glad it’s not just me who thinks that.”

It was then that a splash of red among a horizon full of browns and greens came into view. You let out a soft gasp as his hobbit-hole house came into view. “Sooo,” he began, clicking his mouse, “ta-da! Here it is! I know it’s not much, but it’s pretty okay, I think?”

A cry of awe flew from your lips. “Are you kidding me? Your house is so pretty!” You ran forward, your eyes wide as you gazed at the hobbit-style home. “It’s so round and cozy and—oh, the mushrooms!” Your avatar jumped up and down, punching at the air towards his house. “You even added a little moat with a bridge!”

A certain sincerity flooded your voice as you added, “George, don’t lie to me and tell me you suck at building. I love your house.”

He felt his heart melt at your eager tone. Just how endearing could one person be? 

“Can we go inside, can we go inside?” you asked, your voice growing bolder as you turned to look at him expectantly. 

A bashful smile shot across his face, even though he knew you couldn’t see him. “I—ah, I haven’t actually built the inside yet,” he admitted shyly.

You let out a soft squeal, your avatar running around the screen with a hop. “If you want, we can build it together!” you offered. “I know you’re not super confident in your building skills, but I’m more than happy to help out!”

His heart melted. You were so kind. Too kind, really. How could he say no?

“I would love that,” he said. He moved inside the house, revealing the hollowed out, blank space that would serve as the interior of his house. “So, as you can see, it’s still a work in progress.” He glanced back at you. “Where should we start? 

There was a slight pause. “Hmmm.” He could imagine the way you scrunched your nose as you thought, your fingers tapping against the nearest flat surface as you did so. “We could make most of the inside out of birch planks,” you began, “and have some dark oak details. You know, so there’s some really neat contrast between the light and dark parts of your house.”

He could hear you growing giddier and giddier with each passing second. “And we can also add some red and white carpet to match the mushroom aesthetic! Oh, that would look so good! “Your character turned to look at him, a block of birch wood already in hand. “What do you think?”

His heart beat a little faster. I like you, he thought, clear as a bell. I really, really like you, that’s what I think.

“You what?”

He froze.

Oh my god. Did I just say that out loud?

Your voice filled his ears, quiet and shaky. “Um. Yeah.”

A second passed in awkward silence. Then another.

If a Minecraft skin could blush, George’s face would be a tomato.

“I, um,” he stammered, his eyes darting every which way in search of an excuse to leave the call. Just then, his gaze caught on the glass of water he had set to his left. He barely gave himself even a second to think about what to say before he started rambling, speaking in a single, blurted breath.

“I just um spilled water all over myself and wow it’s about to get all over my set-up and that would be really bad so I’m just uh gonna go now okay great bye—”

Before he could embarrass himself anymore, he found himself pressing the ‘end call’ button and closing the window, hanging his head in his hands as he let out a long groan of despair.

Why did he do that? How did he do that?

Groaning again, he slammed his head into his desk, turning to press his cheek into the wood as he stared at his keyboard. 

He was an idiot—a big, fat idiot.

In the corner of his eye, he watched as his phone screen lit up. It‘s probably a message from [Y/N], his brain helpfully supplied. She’s probably confused as hell.

“Not helping,” he muttered to himself, sitting up once more.

Well, there was really only one thing he could do now, and that was to get help. Fortunately for him, he knew two people he could definitely ask for advice. Unfortunately, he had a feeling he knew how this conversation was going to go.

Sighing, he opened up Discord again on his monitor.

He was sure things could only go downhill from here.

“You what?!”

George grimaced. He was right. This was a terrible idea. “You don’t have to rub it in my face,” he grumbled.

“I’m—” Wheeze. “I’m not rubbing it in,” Dream explained between gasps for air, “it’s... it’s just that it’s funny.”

George pursed his lips. “I don’t know about you, but that sounds like you’re rubbing it in.”

Sapnap’s voice cut through Dream’s laughter. “Okay, okay, Dream, you’re not helping. Gogy here is having, as Tommy would put it, ‘women problems’, and he needs some help.”

All of a sudden, Dream’s laughter stopped. “If I’m being totally honest,” he said, “I’m not really seeing the problem here.”

There was a beat of silence. “How are you not seeing the problem?” Sapnap said. You could hear the frown in his voice. “George just prematurely confessed his feelings to [Y/N].”

“Yeah, and?”

Another beat of silence.

“What the heck do you mean, ‘and’? That’s the problem!”

George sighed, sinking down in his desk chair. “Dream,” he muttered into his headset, rubbing at his temples, “just spit it out.”

“Look,” he began, “I’m just saying that here’s no advice we could possibly give you, because there’s only one solution.”

“Which is?” Sapnap prompted.

“You just have to tell her outright how you feel.”

George’s jaw dropped and he scrambled to sit up. “No way I’m doing that. Nuh-uh, no thanks.”

Sapnap made a noise of approval. “No, wait—Dream does have a point.”

George felt a stone of uneasiness drop into his stomach. “You’re just saying that because you want to see me make a fool of myself.”

“No, no, nonono, I’m telling the truth!” Dream cried. “Seriously, what other options do you really have? Pretend that you never said anything and just act like nothing happened to confuse her and hope that she forgets?”

“Pretty sure that’s called gaslighting,” Sapnap mumbled.

George glared at his monitor, knowing full well no one could see him. “Not helping.”

“Ignore her for the rest of eternity?” Dream continued. “You’ve already declined six of her calls!” There was a pause, then he carried on. “George, seriously. I want the best for you, and I’m not kidding when I say this is the only viable option, really.”

He stared down at his lap, his hands shaking where they lay. “What if,” he began, “she doesn’t feel the same?”

“Well, tough luck then, Gogy,” Sapnap said bluntly, “You’re just gonna have to suck it up and move on like the rest of us.”

George pressed his lips into a thin line. While it wasn’t exactly the nicest way to put it, he supposed Sapnap was right. “What if...” He swallowed. “What if I’m not ready?”

A soft sigh came from the other end. “George,” Dream said, his voice sincere, “believe it or not, but no one’s ever ready, really. But if we all waited until we were ready, then we’d be waiting for the rest of our lives.”

George fell quiet. A strange sense of comfort fell over him as he let Dream’s words soak in. Mustering up a deep breath, he smiled.

“Okay. I’ll call her back tonight, alright?”

Sapnap let out a hoot, the sound of clapping filling his headphones. “Let’s go! Get ‘em, Gogy!”

“You really need to stop calling me that.”

“Nah. It’s funny.”

Before George could retort, Dream stepped in. “Remember buddy, no matter what happens, we’ll be here for you, okay? Don’t let your fear hold you back. Hell, you know what? Don’t let your—” Dream suddenly cackled, his voice wheezing into his mic as he sputtered, “Don’t let your dreams be dreams, George!”

George let out a groan, barely able to hear himself over the deafening sound of Dream’s wheezing. “Oh my god, I’m hanging up.”

“Good luck, Gog—”

It was at that moment that he clicked the ‘end call’ button, the sweet sound of silence washing over him. Leaning back in his chair, he stared up at the ceiling, the tiniest of smiles gracing his lips.

Maybe calling his friends wasn’t such a bad idea, after all.

George stared at his monitor, the dark screen reflecting a mirrored image of himself. His hand opened and closed on his lap, itching to hold onto the mouse.

It had been two days since he’d blurted the words he’d been procrastinating saying for the last god knows how long. 

Every time he closed his eyes, he could only see fluttering shots of you. You, with your mouth agape, staring at your screen with your headphones sliding down your neck. You, frantically texting on your phone about everything that had just slipped out of his mouth. You, with your face inevitably twisting in disgust at the thought of someone like him liking someone like you.

I’m not ready, he thought, his reflection blinking back at him.

That’s exactly why you’re going to do this, his reflection said back as his hand moved to his mouse, hovering over it.

You suck, he thought.

The monitor smiled back at him as he moved his cursor. I know.

His screen burst to life, Discord already open and waiting for him. George moved his cursor to hover over your username, his palm starting to sweat. Clicking, he reached over to his keyboard and began to type.

GeorgeNotFound: hey! did you wanna video call?

The moment he hit enter, he ripped his hands away from the keyboard like it was made of hot coals, wiping his hands on his pants. With bated breath, he waited, staring at the green circle accompanying your profile picture. Suddenly, his screen moved.

[y/n] is typing...

His heart leapt into his throat.

[y/n]: okay!

He exhaled a sigh of relief through his nose, his mouse moving to press the hit ‘video call’ button. A few seconds passed with the ringtone echoing through his headphones. A moment later, the ringing stopped and your face filled his screen, the familiar set-up of your room fading in at the corners. His heart swelled at the sight—both with affection and anxiety.

“Um, hi!” you said with a shy smile, your gaze darting away from the screen as you waved at the camera. Despite your bright demeanour and cheery tone, he could practically feel the tension in your shoulders the moment he laid eyes on you.

“H-Hi,” he said back, swallowing as he mustered up a shaky smile. Your gaze flickered to his for a brief second, and in that moment, it almost felt like you two were actually looking at each other in real life. Then you looked away again and something in his chest cracked.

“How are you doing?” he asked slowly, trying to prompt a conversation. “It feels like we haven’t talked in forever.”

Your lips quirked as you tilted your head at him. “We talked, um, two days ago.”

He ignored the embarrassment flaring up on his cheeks. “I mean like, see-each-other-talk talked.” He paused, then adding in a near-whisper. “I missed seeing your face.”

Your rosy lips parted in awe, and he was almost certain that he was never, ever going to forget that expression of yours.

“And, um, h-how—how are you, George?” you stammered out with a shaky voice, curling up a little in your chair. “Are you doing okay?”

George opened his mouth, then shut it. Whenever people asked him if he was okay, his mouth always defaulted to “fine” or “good” or “okay”. Rarely did he ever find himself telling the truth. But now, as he looked at your shy, bashful face, he knew what he had to do. Straightening up, he looked his webcam dead in the eyes.

“I,” he said, “am really, really nervous right now. Like, nervous out of my mind.”

You blinked, finally turning to face him directly at last. “Really?”

He nodded, his anxiety slowly falling away. “Yeah. Do you know why?”

Recognition flickered through your eyes, and your cheeks grew hot once more. “Why, George?”

He took a deep breath, steeling himself, and smiled.

It’s now or never.

“I like you, [Y/N]. A lot. What I said earlier was true. It wasn’t some bit, and it wasn’t just some spur of the moment thing. I really do like you a lot, and I would like it if you would be my g—”

He almost choked on his own words, oh-so very aware of just how hot his face was. “And I,” he began again, squeezing his eyes shut, “would love it if you would be my girlfriend.”

He couldn’t look—he couldn’t. He missed seeing your face, he really did, but he knew that if he looked now, he would only be met with disappointment. You, with a frown on your face, only deepening with each passing second. You, with guilt in your eyes for not reciprocating his feelings. You, with your soft lips mouthing four words he wish he didn’t have to hear. 

I’m so sorry, George. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so—

“I like you, too.”

His eyes flew open, his mouth agape.

Those were not the four words he was expecting to hear.

He lifted his head, his gaze taking in every inch of his screen. A bright, glowing smile was plastered across your face, your eyes crinkling at the corners.

“For real?” he breathed, disbelief wracking every inch of his being.

You nodded, a laugh tumbling from your lips and lighting up his insides. “Oh, yes. Yes, yes, yes.”

George felt a smile of his own creep across his face as he ran a hand through his hand, something happier than joy rushing through his veins. 

Oh god, he thought, wanting to scream it from the top of the nearest building. I like you, I like you, I like you. I like you a lot lot.

“I like you a lot lot, too.”

He froze. Did I say that out loud, again?

Your grin widened. “Yes.”

For a second, he almost shriveled up in shame. But then he shook his head and laughed, basking in the warmth of your smile.

A few days ago, he might have been embarrassed. But now? 

Well, if it was with you, he supposed he wouldn’t mind speaking his mind more often.

[siriuslyblackblog]

can i request a draco x reader (fem) angst fic? where the reader and draco are dating and he thinks she is the love of his life, but his friends from draco encourage him to have sex with another girl without compromise and does, then finds out that he cheated on her and feels betrayed by him, draco sees that the reader moves on (maybe with another guy) and just tries to get her back, the end is your decision :) only if you feel comfortable writing this, thank you<3

Peer Pressure 》 D. Malfoy

𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: Draco Malfoy x Reader

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: cheating, alcohol

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: angst

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔: 2258

𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: Draco loves his girlfriend, but his friends were there first. They have more power over him. Draco only has one problem: he puts his toxic friends in front of his girlfriend. After all, his image is much more important than someone's feelings. Once his feelings are the ones being ignored, his friends aren't there to save him.

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It felt oddly satisfying to watch the new Slytherin student dance. Her body moved with such ease, her moves were flirty and confident. A big contrast to Draco's shy girlfriend who refused to join the party that night. He felt lonely without her. He missed a pair of hands around his arm, holding onto him as she looked at his friends with big eyes and listened to them. She was never a part of the conversation. She was still afraid to say her opinion, even when it came to simple things, such as the lunch or the exam. She mostly agreed with Draco. But that's how he loved her. She was relaxed around him, and he was smiley and happy around her. They filled each other's empty spots perfectly.

The music went from energetic to romantic, making the boy roll his eyes. If she was here, he would grab her and go dance with her.

"Malfoy, Mary is available. Jump in."

It took the boy a few moments to realise what Gregory Goyle was talking about. Then, he noticed the girl with the red lipstick and red hair on the other side of the table. She poured herself a drink, then, without breaking eyecontact with Draco, drank it all under a second. His friends stopped breathing, as if someone drinking alcohol was a sight they had never witnessed before. Mary set the glass down, licked her lips, then winked at the boys. A few sighs were heard, each more embarrassing than the previous one.

"You guys have no self control," Draco scoffed.

The girl then started dancing again, her moves now more sensual and slow. She got closer to Draco, taking a sip of her firewhiskey every now and then. The boy put his own glass down, then looked around while panicking. His eyes searched for his girl, even though he knew she wasn't there. He needed her by his side.

"Malfoy, isn't it?" Mary spoke, then rested a hand on his shoulder.

His body froze. He looked over at his friends, back at her, then back at his friends. He just wanted to leave. "No, it's not."

Everyone stood with a surprised look on their faces. They watched Draco move her hand off his shoulder, then push her aside so he could leave. Two boys followed him, yelling at him and telling him that he's crazy for what he did. They disliked the girlfriend very much. She was always quiet, never appeared to any parties, only spent time with Draco and her two friends. There was nothing normal about her. Not even her clothes. She loved colours so much, her friends gave her their House scarves as a little present. Seeing a Slytherin walk around with a yellow scarf was embarrassing.

"Where are you even going?" Goyle asked.

"To my girl," Draco spat.

"You seriously need to relax. Nobody will tell her."

"Honestly? Nobody likes her. Half of these people have a bet that you'll break up with her by the end of this school year. Or until Mary decides to take you." Zabini said, alcohol in his body allowing him to be honest to his friend.

"I'm not an object. There's nothing to take."

"At least come back and drink with us. It's not even midnight yet." Goyle offered, handing his friend a new drink.

He was right. It wasn't midnight yet. Parties like these were very rare, but he promised himself to leave after thirty minutes. He will go to his girl, sit next to her and watch her study. He could do that for hours. The sight of her loose hair strands in front of her face and glasses on her cute nose was much more appealing than people getting so drunk that they kiss anyone they touch, whether they're single or taken.

Draco sighed, then went back to the table where his friends were talking and drinking. He kept his distance from the red trouble, trying his best to not even look her way. He was doing quite well.

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Something was different the next morning. Something was extremely odd. No, something was wrong. Draco woke up to the smell of alcohol he didn't like. Why would his room smell like that? He didn't even go near that liquid that makes his insides twitch. He once made a mistake with it and never again; he lost Slytherin fifty points the very next day, lost a friend and got a beating from a girl.

The boy opened his eyes, then thanked his roommates for leaving the curtains closed. Then, he felt something tickling his cheek. He slowly turned his head, expecting his pet to be asleep near his head. Instead, he found red locks. It took him a few moments and a few blinks to realise that he wasn't dreaming. A girl was in his bed, her head resting on his shoulder and a leg over his torso. Mary Campbell laid on him, peacefully sleeping. Nothing about Draco was peaceful. Especially not his mind. His heart pounded like crazy, regret and anger were slowly swallowing him. The girl found herself on the floor with a loud thud, making his roommates wake up and groan. After finally realising what happened, their eyes widened.

How can someone treat Mary like that? Draco should be proud of himself for sleeping with her, they thought.

But Draco wasn't proud. Draco was disgusted with himself. He was sure that he would never cheat, not even drunk. Alcohol was an issue for him just once and never again. How could this happen?

"Get out," he spat at the girl.

She tried to protest, but seeing Draco's wand pointed towards her made her stand up and keep her mouth shut. She exited the room, leaving the door open. Draco's heart skipped a beat. Right there stood his favorite person in the world, her hand still up in the air, ready to knock. Her face dropped and the sight dug a hole into Draco's heart.

"Draco?" She asked as her eyes skimmed over the room, trying to keep that tiny hope in her heart alive.

"My love-"

"Tell me you didn't." She begged.

Draco ran over towards her, wearing nothing but his underwear and unbuttoned shirt from last night. His hands reached to hold hers, but she backed away. Teares formed in the corners of her eyes and her throat tightened. Red marks were covering his neck and the collar of his shirt. It looked like he had a better time with the new Slytherin last night than he ever did with his own girlfriend.

"I swear I don't know how-"

"You don't know how?! Do you expect me to help you find out?"

Sadness and anger mixed inside of her, one overpowering the other every few minutes. It made her head dizzy.

"No, no! I'm just confused!"

Draco wanted to throw himself in front of a centaur just so he would stop talking. The worst sentences a person could possibly form were coming out of his mouth. Her face told him everything. She despised him. After two years of love, energy and effort, he let her down. He broke his promise. He gave it to her one rainy morning when he found her crying behind a book in the hallway. She was upset because a Gryffindor who was in love with Draco convinced her that she wasn't enough for him. He sat behind her on the wall with his back resting on the window, then pulled her close so that she rested her back on his chest. He hugged her the enitre morning, whispering into her ear and convincing her that he would never do anything to hurt her.

Moments passed, not a word was spoken. Draco expected everything, from a slap to screaming, but he didn't expect one thing; her leaving peacefully without a single word. Somehow it hurt more than receiving a hit. A cheek can heal, but a heart needs a very long time. Sometimes even that isn't enough.

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This weekend was the last time they could go to Hogsmeade. Draco wished the school year lasted longer. He wanted to look at her just a bit more. At first it was hard to catch her anywhere, but after a while, she started appearing in the rooms where he was as if they were good friends. She didn't allow the friend group to fall out just because of a problem that the two of them had. It just showed his friends how kind she is and how wrong they are for not liking her and making Draco sleep with another girl. Draco knew he couldn't blame his friends for what happened, but they were a part of it. It didn't even matter anymore. As if that will bring her back to him.

The boy fixed his tie, then put his backpack on his shoulder and exited his room. The sound of steps was heard from the other hallway, then silence. If they hadn't stopped, Draco wouldn't even bother to see who it is. He glanced over at the person, the stood still as if the Dark Lord himself stood there. The girl he cried about just last night had stopped, in hopes that he would go out before he noticed her. He tried calling her name, but nothing came out. Instead of trying again, he focused on her face. This was the first time he saw her close since that morning. Her hair grew longer than it ever was before. It never looked so soft and shiny. Her once plain lips now had a thin layer of gloss, and her eyelashes seemed thicker and longer. Even her cheeks stayed pink. Could it be that she started using makeup?

"Malfoy," she spoke.

The girl started panicking. She was already late and it seemed that the grey eyed boy didn't have any intentions of moving any time soon. Instead, he watched her. It made her uncomfortable. His eyes stopped on her lips. At that point, she wanted to cry. She was always uncomfortable with people staring, but when it came to Draco, it made her feel helpless. What if he started walking towards her? What if he doesn't let her go? She can't fight him. She won't be able to escape.

Seeing the girl almost shake in front of him made him question himself. Was he really that scary and creepy? He thought twice, then stepped towards her. Almost immediately, she took a step back. She pressed her favorite book to her chest, as if using it as a shield from him.

"I won't hurt you-"

"You're going to be late."

"So are you."

More minutes passed in silence. The two of them looked at each other, taking in each face expression and body movement. Draco was scared of losing her, and she was scared of Draco. She was finally near him and he has a chance to speak to her. But his mouth didn't cooperate. It opened one more time, but a different voice was heard. It called out her name.

"Harry!" She yelled. She sounded so relieved that it made Draco's heart ache.

The boy came down the stairs. The girl he called rushed over to him in a second, then gave him a firm hug. The green eyed boy looked over her shoulder, speaking with a voice full of hatred, "your minions are waiting for you, Malfoy."

Draco was embarrased. He couldn't mutter a single word in front of his enemy. His girl was now in the embrace of another boy. A boy who seemed to treat her much better than he ever did. She even gained some weight because he convinced her that studying so much isn't very important. He showed her how to enjoy life, unlike Draco who only asked her something once then gave up.

"Let's go, love."

They left the boy alone in the dungeons. Draco didn't want to go anymore. He just wished to lay in his bed, with a pillow on his head and his face pressed into the mattress. He lost a true gem. How could he let his friends control him? How could he let alcohol ruin his life one more time?

But Draco never moved away from his friends. He wasn't sure if it was because they were the only ones who accepted him and the others couldn't even look at him, or because he actually enjoyed their company. He continued to watch her from a safe distance. He didn't want to witness the sight of her shaking and her eyes full of fear again. He made her feel unsafe. What kind of a man do you have to be to make a woman react like that? Everyone noticed the change of roles. He was the one who avoided her now. He didn't want to be inside a room she was in. He let her move on, even stopped bickering with Harry for her. He still loved her, but he wanted her to move on. If she could move on, so could he. Or so he tried to convince himself.

Hopefully there is another girl who had enough patience for him. A girl who is waiting for someone to show her love just like Harry shows love to his girl.

[goingmorry]

The Art of Domesticity [Trafalgar Law x Fem! Reader]

Synopsis: On a whim, Law decides to indulge you with a hot bath. Feeling lethargic despite your nap, you are more than delighted to take him up on his offer.

Tags: domestic fluff, sexually suggestive themes, male and female nudity, established relationship

Word Count: 2,161

In the depths of the Grand Line, deadly sea creatures swim idly by, patiently waiting for the next unsuspecting shipwrecked pirate to serve as their next meal.

Not long after, an unknown object of immeasurable speed barrels across the ocean floor, whirring past the mess of Sea Kings. Intent on chomping down on the foreign entity, the creatures join together in pursuit.

A yellow submarine, adorned with a Jolly Roger resembling a smiley face and inscribed with the words "DEATH,"  shakes beneath the water pressure.

The Polar Tang, home to the notorious Heart Pirates, aggressively reverberates in response to the Sea Kings' pursuit, mimicking the chaos inside the ship.

Meanwhile, in the control room, Captain Trafalgar Law stands at attention, face impassive as he calmly assesses the situation. In contrast to the rest of the crew's panicked behavior, Law had complete confidence in his crew's ability to make it out of this predicament unharmed. Right on cue, Law watches as his navigator, Vice-Captain Bepo, expertly maneuvers the ship away from dubious underwater beasts and excess debris. Under Bepo's supervision, Shachi and Penguin carefully operate the numerous controls to keep the sub afloat. In the engine room, Ikkaku and Jean Bart attend to the ship's generators, air compressors, and fuel pumps, ensuring their pristine condition during the onslaught.

After weeks of being submerged, the Polar Tang steadily heads to the surface. And with every second that passes, the distance between the pirates and the monsters increases until the vessel can no longer be seen by their pursuers. Sure enough, having lost sight of their target, it became apparent to the Sea Kings that they were no match for the submarine's speed. Where the ship once was, only faint bubble traces remain.

Unbeknownst to the pirate crew, loud rumbling sounds vibrate across the sea bed, the Sea Kings' roars echoing across the deep oceans, scaring away small fishes that dare to come close.

"We've lost sight of them, Captain," Bepo exclaims, swiveling his chair in Law's direction.

"So it seems," Law says, grabbing the nearby Den Den Mushi to announce their successful escape to the entire crew.

Almost immediately, Penguin and Shachi cheer in conjunction with the rest of the crew's boisterous laughter. To celebrate their victory, the Polar Tang resurfaces, providing an opportunity for the crew to receive some much-needed sunlight.

The turbulent atmosphere moments ago can no longer be found, replaced by a serene calmness. In celebration, the Heart Pirates gather in the upper deck, engaging themselves in various recreational activities. The perfect time to disappear for a bit, Law thinks.

Voicing these thoughts, Law directly addresses Bepo, Shachi, and Penguin. "I'll be in my room."

Shachi nudges Penguin, suggestively wiggling their eyebrows at each other. Bepo curiously looks at the duo, sneaking glances at his captain, while Law scowls at their childishness.

"Don't worry, Captain! We'll make sure no one bothers you two!" Penguin blurts out, earning a swift elbow to his ribs.

"You idiot! Be more discreet next time!" Shachi angrily whispers in Penguin's ear, looking around to see if anyone was eavesdropping on their conversation, before continuing, "They're still in the honeymoon phase."

"More like hornymoon phase," Penguin huffs, causing both of them to break out in uncontrollable giggles. Bepo lets out an innocent smile.

Choosing not to respond since nothing he could say could convince Shachi and Penguin otherwise, Law hurries to his quarters, leaving the two to their incessant bickering.

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Standing in front of his bedroom,  Law raises his hand to give two light raps to the door. He frowns at the lack of response, turning the door handle to reveal your upper body sprawled on his desk. He pauses for a moment before walking over to your slumped form. Upon closer inspection, you were sleeping soundlessly, seemingly unaware of earlier's events. Your head was nestled atop your forearms, an expression of serenity overcoming your features. Sheets of paper and various writing instruments were strewn across the corner of the desk, haphazardly pushed aside to accommodate your slumbering figure.

Law lifts his tattooed hand, gently brushing the stray hair that had fallen on your face. He runs his fingers across your unruly hair, noticing several tangled knots that had formed. Despite your less-than-ideal appearance, however, you never looked more beautiful in his eyes.

Deciding to let you sleep for a moment longer, Law saunters over to the bathroom, intent on running a bath for himself and you, should you choose to wake up in time to join him.

The sound of the water steadily splashing as it fills the tub is enough to rouse you.

Your eyes flutter open, turning around in search of the source of the noise before landing on the ajar door leading to the bathroom. A familiar lanky figure - sporting his signature leopard jeans - crouches over the tub. You couldn't see the top half of his body, but you were pretty sure he was monitoring the tub's water level. Not long after, you hear the sound of the faucet turning, and the water stops. Law stands up, walking over to lean against the doorframe. His golden eyes meet yours in amusement, mouth turning upward in a slight smirk.

"Mmm... Did something happen?" you mumble, voice raspy from your nap. You stretch your arms over your head, groaning in satisfaction before leaning back against the headrest of the chair. Despite the needed rest, you didn't feel as refreshed as you'd hoped. You felt so exhausted, your lips dry and your mouth parched.

Law must have noticed your tiredness in your appearance and voice. He reacts almost immediately, enveloping you in a familiar blue film. "Room," he says in that low tone you've come to love before a mug of water appears on the desk in front of you. You blink at him in surprise, humming appreciatively.

"I... Thanks," you say, gripping the mug between your hands before taking generous gulps. He can be so thoughtful when he wants to be, you think, unable to hide the smile gracing your lips as you do so.

He returns your hidden smile with a smile of his own. "Nothing important," he vaguely adds.

You look at him in confusion before realizing his was response was to your previous question. You nod in acknowledgment, deciding not to pry, before setting the now empty mug aside.

Law walks over to his side of the bed, pulling his cap off to set it down on the nightstand, keeping it relatively safe and away from tonight's activities.

"I ran you a bath. Get in it."

He glances at you before striding over to the bathroom. You cock an eyebrow at his retreating figure.

Before you have the chance to retort, he pulls his shirt over his head, throwing it over to the laundry basket. The sight of his muscled backside, inked with his jolly roger, makes the words die in your throat.

Before you can stop yourself, your tongue peeks out from the corner of your mouth to moisten your chapped lips. Your thirst was for an entirely different reason now.

"Don't keep me waiting." As if seemingly aware of his effect on you, Law disappears behind the door, the sound of clothes rustling reach your ears, no doubt the sound of the remainder of his clothes being shed. You can hear the amusement dripping in his honeyed tone, can picture the full-blown smirk evident on his face.

You reflexively gulp, feeling your body flush in response to his invitation. You've seen Law naked plenty of times by now, you reassure yourself. Have become well-acquainted with each other's bodies. Know firsthand how the heart tattoo inked on his chest ripples under your teasing touch as your hands trail down his chiseled abs. How the sweat glistens his toned skin and how his usually impassive face contorts in pleasure as he thrusts into-

You shake your head to keep the dirty thoughts at bay.

We're just having a nice relaxing bath together, you think, not entirely convincing yourself.

Following his lead, you stroll over to the laundry basket, stripping yourself of your clothing to join Law in the bath. Your head peeks out from the corner of the open bathroom door while the rest of your naked body remains in the bedroom, away from his prying eyes, your nervous gesture making it appear as though you were an innocent virgin.

Adorable, he thinks.

You look at each other expectantly, your eyes admiring his perfectly relaxed posture. His jet-black hair was in disarray, poking out in all directions, evidence of his combing through them in a careless fashion. His arms were stretched to the sides, slim fingers gripping the edges of the tub. His naked upper body was in full display; the dark ink of his tattoos was a stark contrast to the white bubbles that formed on the surface of the water, obscuring the lower half of his body.

You clear your throat, eyes returning to meet his golden ones that were alight with apparent amusement. "Sorry to intrude."

Law chuckles, the sound of his baritone voice echoing across the bathroom walls, only for your ears to hear. When you take a step forward and close the door behind you, his eyes drop to your naked form, shamelessly admiring your breasts and derrière.

"You look like you're enjoying yourself," you say indignantly, pausing right in front of the tub, his brazen admiration of your nudity quickly restoring your confidence.

"I am," he says without hesitation, golden hues darkening with desire at your bold gesture.

Leaning over the tub, you bring your face close to his, lips a breath away from touching. For a moment, you pull back to admire his rugged handsomeness, fingers ghosting over his goatee to his cheek before settling on the back of his neck. Lightly tugging his hair, you pull him in for a chaste kiss, your free hand grasping the edge of the tub for balance. Law has other plans, however, as he reciprocates by licking the bottom of your lips for permission to dive into the wet expanse of your mouth. You let him, of course, moaning at the feel of his demanding tongue as it fights against yours for control.

His hand snakes across the back of your head, grabbing a fistful of hair and tugging, mirroring your previous actions, while his other hand firmly kneads your breast. You groan against his mouth at the display of dominance in his rough handling of your body, loving how depraved he can be when aroused by you.

After what seems like an eternity, his hands gently encircle your waist, coaxing your body to join him into the warm pool of the tub. You oblige, breaking off the kiss to positioning yourself in between his legs, facing toward him. You sigh in contentment at the feel of the bubbled water and the warmth emanating from his bare body. Making an executive decision not to escalate further should both of you decide to forego the bath in favor of more risque activities, you avoid the softness of his lips. Instead, your mouth latches onto his neck, leaving trailing kisses to his jaw before stopping to rest your head at the crook of his shoulder. In response, Law sighs in defeat, hands rubbing reassuring circles against your back. The heated passion of your earlier kiss was replaced with soothing affection.

"Will you wash my hair?" you ask, voice slightly muffled against his skin.

Law looks down at your head nuzzled against him, eyes softening at your vulnerable state. "Honestly, you're hopeless without me," he says before nudging you over to turn around.

You do as your told, adjusting yourself into a comfortable position. His hands reach over the side of the tub for your shampoo, squeezing a sizable portion onto his hands, lathering it up into a foam. His hands weave into your hair, softly massaging the shampoo into your scalp in circular motions, careful to avoid your ears.

You can't help the wide grin that stretches across your face, thankful that your lover can't see your smile from the way you're positioned away from him. Trafalgar Law - a notoriously fearsome pirate, Captain of the Heart Pirates, and a former Warlord of the Sea - is the perfect picture of a doting boyfriend as he methodically applies shampoo onto his girlfriend's head, eyebrows furrowing in deep concentration.

"I love you," you say as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.

His hands still for a moment before resuming their ministrations. And though you've said it plenty of times before, he can't help the wild beating of his fragile heart in response to your sincere declaration.

While words fail him, actions don't. Law pulls you into a comforting hug, wrapping his strong arms around your shoulders as you lean back against his defined chest, blissful in each other's embrace.

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[let-them-read-fics]

Conflicted Connections

Requested By @rc11: “Reader is drunk and calls Rosé to pick her up since she’s worried. And on the way home, the reader confesses but since she knows Rosé is out of her league she gets all sad. All fluff throughout the way, and the next day she avoids Rosé since she recalls herself confessing and is to embarrassed to face her. Gets a lil bit angst but then they somehow make up at the end.”

Pairing: Rosé x Fem!Reader

Word Count: ~ 6,505

Warnings / Misc. – Mentions Of Alcohol & Partying, Angst, Fluff

Disclaimer: This writing is a work of fiction, and no disrespect is meant for those mentioned herein. 

A/N: Thank you for the request! I had fun writing this one, and I really hope you enjoy it. I stuck with the gist, but I added quite a bit :) AND WHO ELSE IS HYPED FOR THE SHOW??? 🥳 I can’t wait to see our girls own that stage 😌

PS ~~ The song used is called "Baby, I Love You" by Tiffany Alvord, and it was specially requested.

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With yet another steaming cup of tea in hand, Rosé makes her way back to her room, settling onto the soft cushions of the bed. Her notebook lays open in front of her, lyrics and annotations beautifully etched into the paper. 

She pulls her guitar back into her lap now, allowing her fingers to glide along the strings as she strums out whatever comes to mind. Nothing makes her feel as relaxed as this; she's free to sing whatever she feels -- to play whatever feels right. If only for a little while, she can connect back to her roots and remember how she felt as a little girl; when her heart and mind were unburdened by fear of judgement.

Life isn't always easy, but she takes comfort in the fact that her love of music will always remain childlike, in the sense that there's always something new to discover or tell the world. It goes without saying that being a songwriter is much easier when you're inspired, and Rosé can attest to that. A certain someone has become her muse over the course of the past few months, and her mind is constantly filled with ideas for new material. 

As another line pops into her head, she takes the page between her fingers to flip to a clean sheet. A few seconds later, thinking she found one, she begins writing. Soon, though, she discovers that this wasn't an empty page: in the upper right hand corner, a small heart is drawn, encompassing the words "Hi Rosie" and a small smiley face. Your initials are printed next to the doodle, and the sight brings a soft smile to her face. You must've sneakily drawn that when she wasn't looking one day. 

Her fingers run along the markings, tracing over the lines as your face flashes in her mind for the millionth time today. The universe must've been listening, because no more than 5 minutes later, her phone starts ringing. She reaches backwards towards the bedside table, and her fingers soon make contact with the device. 

"Hey, I was just thinking about you--" She starts, before being interrupted. 

"BABY YOU LIGHT UP MY WORLD LIKE NOBODY ELSE--" Your voice booms through the phone as you sing loudly, nearly making Rosé go deaf in the process. She blinks a few times to refocus her thoughts before chuckling lightly.

"Y/N?"

"Rosie I'm at this really fun party, you should come hang out!" Your words come out slightly slurred, but excited nonetheless. It's a bit hard for her to hear you now over the music blasting in the background. 

"Ah, I don't know…" She trails off, voice unsure. She'd much rather spend the evening writing about you than at some random party. 

"Pleaaseee?" You drag out, making sure to whine for even more emphasis. "I miss you." 

Rosé's heart skips a beat at that last part, now thudding obnoxiously loud in her chest. She misses you too, probably more than a 'friend' should, but she can't help it -- you're simply too amazing.

She takes a breath, knowing that she'll likely regret her next decision -- after all, hiding her feelings becomes harder every time she's around you. Regardless, she can't find it in herself to say no to you. "Alright, fine. Where are you again?"

You let out a loud cheer upon hearing her cave in, and she just knows you look like a dork, likely having that stupid little smirk on your lips that she loves so much. 

After getting the address from you, she goes into her closet to find a good outfit. For anyone else, she might've just shown up in whatever was comfortable; but knowing that you're there is enough motivation for her to put a bit more effort into it. 

Her signature style shines through: she dons a black crop top and jeans, paired with a long, hickory colored trench coat. She finishes the look off with her white sneakers, giving the outfit that final umph that it needed.

With one last look in the mirror, she adjusts her clothes and hair again before heading out.

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The moment that Rosé steps foot inside the house, her eyes widen. She's been to plenty of parties before, but never one as chaotic as this. A large crowd is gathered in the living room, making the area that was likely once spacious now appear cramped and tiny. Some people move with the rhythm, while others dance wildly to the beat of their own drum. The music was audible from outside, but inside is a whole nother story: it's nearly deafening now. 

In front of her, just past the living room, two guys are fist fighting. To her left, a long hallway is filled with couples making out, likely on their way to the bedrooms. She grimaces before pushing her way past everyone and walking towards the kitchen.

The bright strobe lights from the living room still manage to reach the area, but things are definitely a little calmer here. That's not to say that it's quiet, though: people are gathered around the counters, downing shots and cheering each other on at the same time. Some stumble around, nearly falling over as their friends laugh hysterically and help keep them vertical.

In the adjacent room, two teams of partygoers are busy playing beer pong. It seems to be boys vs girls, and Rose smirks when she discovers the latter are in the lead. 

She scans the rooms one more time, but you're still nowhere to be found. A pang of worry settles in her chest, but it only makes her more determined to find you.

And, 10 minutes later, she does. You're outside in the backyard, sitting near the fire pit with a bottle of wine in your hand. The flames are dying down now, long ago forgotten about -- the stars shining in the midnight sky had captivated you, stealing your attention away from keeping the fire fed. 

Before she begins her journey over to you, she takes a moment to appreciate how beautiful you look. The remaining embers flicker lazily, creating a deep haze that casts onto your body. The shadows contrast with the light, making your features pop in all the right ways. The sound of someone shouting again brings her out of her daze, and Rose makes her way to you.

At first, you don't notice her. Your eyes are wide, filled with wonder as you gaze up at the sky in awe. Space has always baffled you, and Rose thinks you look adorable when you get like this. 

"Y/N," she says gently, standing beside your chair. After pulling your eyes away from the sky, you meet her gaze. A light blush rises to your cheeks at the way she's looking at you. 

"Hi Rosie," you slur. The words come out cutely, but she can tell that you're much drunker than you had been when you called earlier. 

"How much have you had?"

You scrunch your face up in thought as the last two functioning brain cells in your head go to work. She can practically see the wheels turning, and she can't help but laugh at the look of effort on your face. 

"...a lot." You ultimately conclude, taking far too long to come up with such a simple answer. "Alex gave me a couple of his special mixes earlier, I had some shots, and now--" you declare, holding the wine bottle up triumphantly, "--this!"

As soon as she heard his name leave your lips, she frowned. Alex is one of your coworkers and friends, and he's totally in love with you. You're oblivious to it, but Rose isn't and she can't stand him. On top of the fact that he's a guy, he has the audacity to like you? Well, she can't exactly blame him for those things, but that doesn't mean that she has to like him. She's civil around him for your sake, but that's all.

"Do you want some?" You ask, always willing to offer her whatever you have. Sharing is caring, and you definitely care about a certain Australian beauty. 

She looks down at you before shaking her head. "No, I'm good." You swish the liquid around, peering down into the bottle as it glides from side to side. "Me too," you say, setting it down beside your chair. "Let's go dance!" You suggest excitedly, using your strength to hoist your body out of the seat. Sorely miscalculating your moves, your foot doesn't quite connect with the ground how you intended; you stumble, falling right into Rosie's waiting arms.

She was watching you carefully, having a feeling that this would happen. 

"Nope, I'm taking you home. No dancing for you." You whine and pout, but Rose doesn't budge. Eventually you give up, and allow her to hold you close as she helps you walk out of the house. You rest your head on her shoulder, and she has to fight the butterflies that take flight.

As the two of you near the door, Rose spots Alex in the living room. She shoots him a cocky grin, as if to say 'checkmate' before she leads you out the door.

-----

The ride home was getting off to a rather interesting start. It took Rosie a while to wrangle you into the car and buckle you in, but she eventually managed to do it. Now, though, a new problem is arising: you're being flirty, and she doesn't know what to do with herself.

"You're so pretty," you compliment, leaning over the center console to whisper the phrase in her ear. She gulps and attempts to calm her heart down, but she's having trouble. "Shush," she commands, blushing as she lets out a little giggle. She tries to remind herself that you're just drunk -- that there's no real meaning behind your words -- but it feels good to pretend.

After a moment, you return to your seat, and she lets out a sigh of relief. 

Barely 2 minutes later, you place a hand on her knee, saying gently, "You always take such good care of me. Thank you, Rose." She sneaks a glance at you, and her heart nearly melts at the smile you're sending her way. Your eyes are shining with sincerity, and she'd surely get lost in them if she weren't busy driving. 

The rest of the ride is filled with more flirting and compliments from you, all of which send her into a gay panic, but she wouldn't have wanted it any other way.

----

Now, laying in your bed as Rosé rounds up some pajamas for you, the effects of the alcohol really begin setting in. You're still in the playful, teasing phase, but you know you'll have a major hangover tomorrow. Whatever Alex put in those drinks is catching up with you and running its course throughout your body.

"Rosie, do you like anyone?" You call out, toying with your fingers like a toddler. She emerges from the bathroom, washcloth in hand, just as you ask the very words she's been fearing.

She goes to respond, but you interrupt her with a drunken giggle. "Because I do. Her name rhymes with nosey." You chuckle at yourself, but she's too busy trying not to freak out to return the gesture. When you don't question her further, she relaxes her shoulders. How many more times could she get away with avoiding her feelings?

She pushes the scary thought away, instead opting to bring over your clothes and give you a minute to change. Thankfully you're coherent enough to do that on your own -- the thought of you flirting with her while half naked and self-assured sends her wild, and she knows she'd slip up and confess. 

Once you're dressed, she comes back over to the bed and sits down in front of you. She brings the rag up to your face and slides it across your cheeks and neck, knowing just what you need. This isn't the first time she's done this for you, and she can't deny the rush she feels when you look up at her with those big eyes, filled with gratitude.

You sigh at the coolness, relishing in the way that it soothes your hot skin. A soft thank you slips past your lips as your eyelids flutter shut, and Rosé almost lets herself imagine that you're hers. That she just brought her girlfriend back home and now she's taking care of her. But before she can get too lost in that fantasy, she pulls away, slipping the rag into your hand so that you can use it on yourself now.

"Well, I think my work here is done." She declares, patting your leg lovingly. She moves to stand, and the action prompts you to speak up.

"Wait," you start, grabbing her wrist before she can get away. You meant to tug gently, but you must've misjudged your strength; in an instant, she's close to you again, just a breath away. Her face is right in front of yours, and you can feel her warm breath against your lips. 

Her eyes are wide now, and a subtle tremble runs through her. She's never been this close to you, and although she's terrified, she doesn't want to move away. She wants to give in -- to lean forward the tiniest bit and capture your lips -- but she can't. Her breathing becomes labored as she notices your gaze move from her eyes to her lips. Do you like her back? Surely not, you're just drunk...right?

Her pink lips look so kissable right now, the gloss on them shining in the low lamplight. She's close enough that you can smell her fruity shampoo and feel every jagged breath she draws in.

"Y/N--" 

That's all it takes to set you into motion. You bring a hand up to her cheek, cupping it sweetly as you press your lips to hers. She sighs at the contact, melting into your embrace, and allows herself to let her walls down. Her lips move against yours slowly, unsure -- this is new for both of you, and you're testing the waters. One of her hands comes up to rest against the back of your neck, and she pulls you impossibly closer. 

After she subconsciously bites your lip - the action drawing a groan from you - she snaps back to reality and pulls away. Her lips are red and swollen, and you have to stop yourself from leaning back in. She looks like she wants to do the same, but she centers herself before she can.

"I, uh, I'm gonna go. Goodnight, Y/N." She says breathlessly, swallowing as she runs a hand through her hair. She doesn't give herself anymore time to change her mind, and soon she's rushing out, failing to even give you so much as a second glance. 

Shocked, you sit back and let your mind try and piece together what the hell just happened. The kiss worked well in sobering you up, at least for the time being, but you wish it hadn't. Now, you're forced to sit alone with your feelings again, lips still tingling with the memory of hers against them.

----

The Next Morning

*ring ring*

The blare of your ringtone sounds especially loud now, making you wince in pain. Your head is pounding, and that definitely isn't helping. Quickly, you roll over and pick it up, keeping your eyes closed as you press the button and hold it to your ear. "Hello?" You ask groggily, voice still laced with sleep.

"Hey, Y/N. The girls and I are going out later; do you wanna come with?" Jennie's sweet voice asks. You rub your forehead, now opening your eyes and staring at the ceiling as you ponder your options. With a glance at the clock, you see that you've already slept a good portion of the day away.

"I'd love to, but I'm pretty hungover right now Jen." You chuckle despite yourself, grinning when she laughs back.

"Rosie told us you might be dealing with that." Jennie laughs again, but you go quiet. Did she tell them everything that happened, or did she try and forget about it? After all, she basically ran away -- surely she regrets it. You scold yourself for even thinking that someone as out of your league as Rosé could like you back.

"Jisoo whipped up her special 'hangover-reverser' drink for you, as she calls it." She adds, hoping that'll win you over. Lost in your thoughts, you forget to answer her. 

Jennie takes your silence the wrong way, saying, "You don't have to come, but we'd love to hang out." She sounds sad at the thought of you staying home, and a feeling of guilt creeps into your mind. Work has kept you from hanging out with all of them recently, and they miss you. You miss them too, and quickly decide that a hangover (and the awkward situation you'll be subjected to when face to face with Rosé) aren't enough of a deal breaker to decline their offer. 

"I'll be over in a few. Tell Jisoo to make a couple more for the road… I'll need all the help I can get." 

Jennie laughs again, and you pep up at the sweet sound. She celebrates, and you can hear the girls clapping in the background, shouting praise at her for convincing you to come. The two of you say your goodbyes, and you begin getting ready.

-----

"Jisoo, you're a lifesaver." You confess, flopping back onto the couch. The unnie responds with a smug, "I know," from her place in front of the mirror. 

You lick the remaining liquid from your lips, and Rose shifts in her seat across the room. She can't get the feeling of your kiss out of her mind, and seeing you do that only makes things worse. 

"Here's the second one," Lisa says, smirking as she pats your shoulder and hands you the cup. You smile back at her and smack her butt as a wordless thank you.

"Alright, so where exactly are we going, girls?" You ask as you tuck your feet underneath your body.

"I was thinking we could shop around Hongdae. They changed some stuff since we were there last, and it looks awesome." Jennie informs.

"Sounds good to me." Jisoo replies from the adjacent room, applying the finishing touches to her makeup. 

Lisa agrees as well, and so does Rosie. At the sound of her soft voice, you make eye contact with her for the first time today. Ever since you arrived earlier, you've avoided her. She's done much the same, refraining from saying much to you at all. The girls haven't seemed to pick up on the tension yet, but they're observant; surely it won't take them long. 

As you replay the fateful events in your mind again, you allow your head to lull back and rest against the cushion of the couch. Last night, Rosé’s eyes were speaking all of the words she could never tell you out loud, sparkling with repressed desire. It wasn't hard to tell that she was nervous, but she kissed you like she had been waiting to for an eternity. So, clearly, your confusion at the whole situation is understandable. Why did she run away?

"Ready?" Jisoo asks, kicking your foot to get your attention. 

"As I'll ever be." You state as you stick a hand out to her. She understands immediately, swiftly helping you up. A little groan leaves you, your head spinning from standing up so quickly, so she doesn't move until you get adjusted. 

"Thanks," you smile, giving her a sweet kiss on the cheek. Having such good friends always comes in handy, but there's something special to the little moments like these. She hums in response, and the two of you lead the way out to the car.

Rosé watches the whole encounter as she falls in line behind you, wishing she were in Jisoo's place. Last night was a wake up call for her, unexpected in literally every way, and she panicked. Looking back now, she wishes she would've at least explained her behavior to you. The kiss awakened something within her, releasing all of the feelings she's held in for so long. She didn't rush out because she didn't enjoy the kiss; if she had any idea that that's the impression it left on you, she would've ran back in and kissed you a million times over.

Lisa notices Rosie's furrowed brow and downcast eyes, and instantly knows something's up. 

Now in the car, she leans in close to ask, "Everything okay?" 

"Mhm." Rosie replies, doing her best to sound like her normal self. 

The years have made Lisa an expert at reading the slightly older girl, but she doesn't want to push her. If she wants to talk about it, she will.

"Okay…" Lisa trails off, coincidentally making fleeting eye contact with you through the rearview mirror. On any other day, you would've fought Lisa over the seat next to Rosé; but today, of course, is unlike any other. You're in uncharted territory now, and you have no idea when -- or if -- you'll return to normal. For now, you make do with the passenger's seat, keeping yourself busy by looking out the window. Jennie's driving is smooth, and you appreciate that in your altered state. A low pulsing still vibrates through your head every now and then, but it's become much more bearable. Jisoo truly knows what she's doing with that concoction.

----

Hongdae, Seoul -- A Few Hours Later

"Jennie," Lisa huffs out, struggling to carry everything she’s been handed. "How much stuff do you need?!" The maknae does her best to keep the bags from touching the ground, but that task is proving difficult. 

"We're almost there!" Jennie says, dismissing the younger girls complaints. 

A few minutes later, you're seated at the new restaurant Jennie's spent the night talking about. Seeing the girls so happy today has taken your mind off of your own problems somewhat, but sometimes the issues are unavoidable… like right now. 

Though she tries to be discreet about it -- even going so far as to hide behind her menu -- you can feel Rosé's eyes on you. The waiter seated you at a booth, and of course she happened to sit right in front of you. Having her attention has always been something you enjoy, but you're so embarrassed about what happened that you can't help but shy away from it now. If drunkenly confessing your feelings for her wasn't bad enough, you also kissed her. What could be next?

Rosie's dying on the inside a little more with every minute that passes. The past few hours were filled with plenty of fun and stupidity for the lot of you, stopping in just about every store you came across and joking all the while. But the entire time, you and Rosé kept your distance. Occasionally you'd crack a joke to make her laugh or the two of you would share a look, but the air around you was always thick with the emotions you couldn't give voice to. It also doesn't help that part of Rosé is afraid you didn't even really mean to kiss her. If she blames it on your drunkenness, she doesn't have to process her feelings; she can just go back to suffering in silence. When she looks at you, though, she knows there's no denying what you both feel for each other. 

"Can I get you started with some drinks?" The waiter approaches again, pen and pad ready to go.

"Do you have sikhye?" You inquire, raising your head to look at him.

"We do."

"Great," you smile, getting an idea. "I'll take one of those and a glass of water, please." He jots down your request before recording the other orders and setting off to get the drinks prepared. 

In order to preserve the plan, you don't dare look in Rosé's eyes.

A couple minutes later, he returns with a big tray of drinks; it's a wonder he didn't accidently drop any on the way. Jennie and Jisoo ordered multiple for the table so you could sample them, and you smile at the gesture. They all look tasty, but one in particular catches your attention.

When he hands it to you, you wordlessly slide it over to Rosé. You know she loves it, and you did order it for her, after all. She lets out a little gasp of excitement, and you choose this moment to really look at her. Her eyes are shining again, and you laugh -- if anything is capable of cheering her up, it's something that she can eat or drink.

She beams at you while extending her hand, gently resting it against yours on the table. It's warm and comforting, and you can't help but want to hold it forever. Her fingertips brush against the soft skin of your wrist, and you almost melt at the tenderness of the motion. 

Thankfully the other girls aren't paying attention, or else you'd be thoroughly embarrassed. They continue on with their conversation, leaving you and Rosé to get lost in your own world for the next while.

More time passes, in which you place your food orders and the waiter later brings it out to you.

"Enjoy, ladies." He declares before bowing and returning to the host stand. 

"It looks so yummy," Rose moans, snatching up her chopsticks before digging in. The other girls agree as well, and soon all of you are eating like there's no tomorrow. The flavors go perfectly together, and you pat yourself on the back for choosing the dish you did.

"Do you wanna try some?" You ask after noticing Rose eyeing your plate. You quirk an eyebrow at her as you wait for her answer, which comes in the form of a sheepish nod. 

"That's my girl," you declare with a smile on your face, happy to bring back some of your playful banter. Rosie's heart speeds up at the title, but she tries not to show it too much. Although it's a bit unmannerly, you reach a bite of your food across the table to her and grin when she takes it. Her cheeks puff out in that signature chipmunk pose, and your smile widens. 

"Yah, that's delicious." She sighs, closing her eyes to allow her palate to focus on the flavors. 

You shake your head at how much of a dork she is for food, but giggle despite yourself. She really is the cutest.

-----

"Good evening, everyone, this is the manager speaking. Our lounge area will open in 10 minutes, and karaoke will begin shortly after!" 

Lisa looks at Jennie incredulously, her mouth hanging open. "They have karaoke, too?? How cool is that!" 

Jennie smirks, knowing how good she is at choosing places to take you guys. This joint is definitely somewhere that you'll frequent whenever you're around. "I know right?" She asks, satisfied with herself.

In Rosie's eyes, the karaoke announcement was fate working its magic. She's spent the day mulling over everything that's transpired, deciding earlier that all she needed was one more sign. Now that she had that last little push, all she has left to do is gather up all the courage she possesses. 

As the 5 of you finish up your meals and wait for it to kick off, she racks her brain for the perfect song to sing. She's going to confess.

---

Fully stuffed and satisfied with the amazing dinner you just had, you all follow the waiter towards the lounge area. Located in the back of the restaurant, it's complete with 1 main, corner stage, and 2 smaller ones off to the side. Plush couches and chairs stretch out in front of the stages, allowing the audience to kick back and enjoy the performances. 

A small bar is tucked away in the far corner of the room, stocked with a vast array of different liquors and mixes. Strips of light line the shelves behind the bartender, giving the space its own unique style, and you take some time to admire it all. A few small disco balls hang from the ceiling, placed strategically throughout the room to allow for the most amount of ambience possible. All of the different colors of the rainbow take their turn cycling through the projector, flashing and shining around the room in their random patterns. It's a very welcoming place to be.

You're the first guests in there, so you're free to choose whatever stage you want. "Which one should we go to?" Jisoo asks, doing a little half spin as she looks around the room. 

"Really, unnie? You have to ask?" Lisa rolls her eyes and scoffs; she thought her best friend knew her better than that. Obviously Lisa wants to go to the big stage. How else would she show off all of her moves while she sings?

"You're so dramatic." Jisoo grumbles, sending the maknae an annoyed look of her own as she's dragged over to the performance area. You, Jennie, and Rosé trail after them, shaking your heads at their behavior. 

----

"Come on, we're going first." You bite back a laugh as you watch Lisa tug Jennie up from her spot on the sofa, where she had just sat down and gotten comfortable. Jennie tries to protest, even pointing at the drink she just got from the bar to convince Lisa to let her stay, but she isn't having it. They walk over to the kiosk built into the wall, and take their time in choosing a song to sing.

Their performance is a wild ride, to say the least. Lisa forgets the words at one point, opting to compensate by freestyling a rap and dancing around wildly while everyone hypes her up. She could've just looked at the lyrics on the stage screen, you realize, but that wouldn't have been even half as fun. Jennie breaks into the box of props sitting just off stage, pulling out a multicolored, frilly scarf and wrapping it around her singing partner. To finish off her own look, she rummages around until she finds a comically large top hat and pair of heart shaped glasses.

"Golden buzzer!" You shout out, pressing an imaginary button on the table. The girls celebrate, and your combined laughter fills the room. 

Next up is Jisoo, who decides to put her charm on full display and serenade all of you. She starts off on stage, letting her deep voice lull you into a state of entrancement before she approaches the couch. She greets each of you individually, giving you separate attention just like a rock star would, and all of you go wild for her. She tries to keep up the edgy, heartthrob persona, but it fades a bit when she cracks a smile, her eyes turning into those adorable crescents that you all love so much.

As her song comes to an end, you excuse yourself to the bathroom. In order to go through with your plan -- that is, singing a song to Rosie -- you have to calm your nerves a bit first. You splash water on your face and sigh as the chilly liquid slides down your skin. A bead of it trails down your neck, soaking into the cotton of your collar the second it hits it, and you're reminded of last night. A familiar warmth runs through you at the memory of Rosé's hands on your body, taking care of you like always. She's the definition of girlfriend material, and you always kick yourself for waiting so long to tell her about your feelings.

A basket of paper towels sits on the marble countertop of the sink, and you reach forward to grab one and dry your face. With one final look in the mirror, you throw the paper away and exit the restroom. 

Too busy mentally preparing yourself for the performance, you fail to notice that Rosé is already standing on the stage, mic in hand. You lift your head as you near the stage, and she makes eye contact with you; she looks nervous, so you give her a reassuring smile and move back to your seat. Behind the nervousness, you can see how excited she is; you're intrigued. 

"So, this song goes out to a very special girl here tonight. I hope you like it." She announces shyly, garnering some applause from the small group of diners that have filtered their way in from the restaurant. She presses play, and shakes her hands out in an attempt to get rid of the anxiety building within her. Up until now, keeping her worries in check had been doable; though as she stands alone on stage, looking down at the object of her affection, she's afraid all over again. And yet, somehow in an instant, you take some of those fears away. You're looking at her with so much love and encouragement in your eyes that Rosé thinks she can accomplish anything. 

The song -- one you're hearing for the first time tonight -- picks up, and she begins.

There are three words, & I want you to know they are true

There are three words, that I've been dying to say to you 

Burns in my heart, like a fire that ain't goin' out

I need to let you know

You're unintentionally holding in a breath as she croons the words out, singing straight to you. Her soulful vocals ring out across the space, making goosebumps appear on your skin; her voice always strikes a certain chord within you, the beautiful tones sounding like Heaven. She makes it feel like you're the only two people in the room; that even the world stopped for a moment to watch this play out.

I wanna say I love you, I wanna hold you tight

I want your arms around me & I, want your lips on mine

I wanna say I love you, but, babe I'm terrified

My hands are shaking, my heart is racing

Cause it's something I can't hide, it's something I can't deny

So here I go

Baby I lo-o-o-ve you

The smile on your face can't be wiped away by anything; no natural force of the universe could get in the way of this. Your heart swells at her confession as things finally fall into place. Possessed by the love you hold for the goddess in front of you, you decide to be brave and join her on stage. 

She squeals and covers her face as you approach, and the audience erupts into cheers at this. They whistle and clap loudly, and you can hear the distinct voices of the girls from behind you. Pulling her hands away, Rosé's adorable face is revealed in all its glory. She has tears in her eyes, and they let you know that the past 48 hours have been just as much of an emotional rollercoaster for her as they have been for you.

You press a kiss to the back of her hand, feeling your chest tighten at the way it lightly shakes against your lips. You take a step closer and wrap your arms around her waist as she hooks her right one around your shoulders. Her left hand holds the mic between you two, making it so that you can sing the next part together. 

I've never said, these words to anyone, anyone at all

Never got this close, cause I was always afraid I would fall

But now I know, that I'll fall right in-to your arms

Don't ever let me go

I wanna say I love you, I wanna hold you tight

I want your arms around me & I, want your lips on mine

I wanna say I love you, but, babe I'm terrified

My hands are shaking, my heart is racing

Cause it's something I can't hide, it's something I can't deny

So here I go

Baby I lo-o-o-ve you

The entire time you're singing, she can't take her eyes off of you. She watches as your lips move along with the words, your face scrunching up occasionally to aid in hitting all the notes, and she even forgets to keep singing a couple times. You're so close to her, just like last night. She vows that this time will be different, though. 

After you finish the verse, Rosé surges forward, closing what little distance is left between you. During the performance you had gradually migrated closer to one another, so that made her job all the more easy.

She leans into you and smiles at the feeling of your racing heart. It lets her know that this is actually happening -- that after spending so many months waiting to finally confess and have you return her feelings, it's happening.

She tastes the strawberry chapstick on your lips, and it reminds her of the time she told you it's her favorite type. You used to wear a vanilla kind… does that mean you switched to strawberry after she told you that? (Yes, yes it does).

You bring your right hand up to her jaw and cup it as you move to deepen the kiss. A soft groan escapes her lips at this, and she doesn't waste any time in kissing you back even harder than before. It's long-overdue, and she can't get enough of you.

All too quickly, though, Rosie gets lost in the embrace, and the lounge is filled with feedback as the mic drops to the floor. She jumps at the sudden noise before snatching it up, her face crimson with embarrassment. After placing it back on the stand, she turns to hide her face in your neck. You just chuckle as you wrap your arms around her again. She snuggles in close to you, and you rest your head against hers.

"Awwww, they grow up so fast!" Jisoo wails, wiping imaginary tears from her eyes. 

"Cough it up, Jendeukie." Lisa smirks, sticking a hand out in front of the other girl. Jennie shoots her a glare, but nonetheless reaches to the table in front of her to grab her purse. 

"Not another word, Manoban." Jennie says, shoving the 5 dollar bill into Lisa's waiting palm.

The younger girl clears her throat dramatically before saying loudly, "I TOLD YOU SO! Nobody ever listens to the maknae." 

You and Rosé can't contain your laughter anymore, and neither can the girls.

Soon the two of you are back on the couches, cuddling in the corner seat as the others make kissy noises at you. 

She's nestled up against your side, resting her head against your chest contently. 

"I know we kinda did things out of order and all, but I might as well ask. Will you be my girlfriend?" You smile dorkily as she raises up to look at you, a playful smirk of her own tugging at her lips. 

"Absolutely, Y/N." She has stars in her eyes and a dreamy expression on her features as she leans in to kiss you again. 

[ahysopae]

The Gifted episode 1, or how to start introducing 15 characters without overwhelming the viewer

The Gifted first foundation are the characters: each of them is beautifully flawed. They're close enough of archetypes to give to the viewer references (it's very important to have elements to link them to another character or to yourself - 'I see myself in them' is the best and easiest way to get you to love a character), but also each one of them has their identity clearly defined. But we have 15 characters in total, and even if some of them are mostly in the background (looking at the twins right now), it was not possible to introduce all at once (luckily, because I would never remember all their names in this case). I suppose it's one of the reasons for the switch of main character between the episodes (and since I'm a sucker for this type of thing, I'm in awe).

The first episode focus on Pang (of course it's our protagonist, our Percy Jackson - maybe I should dive in this later), but also introduce us, at least in the surface, to Nac, Wave, Namtarn, Ohm and Pom and give us hints on almost all of the others. Pang is at first shown to us as a voice-over, solidifying him as the narrator, even if we realize soon that what he says is for his webcam. The bit before the opening presents him like someone charismatic and determined, a teenager speaking about something than most people know, because they live or lived it. For the sake of this analysis/words vomit I will forget the introduction of the episode, with all the teasers for what's soon to come. So the Pang we meet later see himself as dumb: we saw him as a quick-witted boy, good to play innocent, a bit impertinent, not good at test and a bit pouty when he fails - but kind, at heart. A good kid. Through him we discover the school system in all its unfairness, and even if it's shown kinda jokingly, already the horror of it start to be apparent.

Pang for this bit is our introduction to the universe of the show, because we discover the rules with him. It's a pretty common way to lead the viewer or reader in a new universe (in Star Wars, the movie starts with Luke leaving his farm and discovering something else in the galaxy, Harry Potter is literally introduced to the magical world, the hobbits in lotr leave the little Shire to travel in the rest of the Middle Earth, ...). The important part it's that we can link the two: Pang, like the Gifted program, is more that we think at first. He is mostly more dangerous, and we have some clues of that with his first use of his potential - already in the first episode, already on Nac.

Pang's existence is also the first break in the system: him being both gifted and in 8th class is a paradox, and almost everyone seems not sure what to do with him (except Pom, maybe) him the first. He believes that he hasn't his place in the gifted program, and is really insecure about that.

Nac seems at first a nice friend. He is okay too help Pang with his plans (helping him with the phone and lying for him about his class at meal) and to share his room with him. He is also favorable to the school system (clearly because he is in the good side of the fence), even if he haven't a issue to bend or break the rules for his own advantage. His mask breaks when his friend (his dumb friend, to be precise) has better than him.

Nac has two uses in the narrative: he is an opposite mirror of Wave (in words and in attitude - where Wave is prickly, Nac is charming, but both of them use the same insult, leech, on Pang about his relationship with the other) and he is a trigger to Pang's potential. In fact he is probably the one Pang controls the most in the season (I don't remember if he uses his potential two or three time on him, so don't quote me on that, I will probably realize my mistake later on).

Wave - well, Wave is Wave. The first thing we see of him is in the classroom while Pang runs with the phone he takes back (remember, I don't cover the introduction's part here, because the first thing we see of him is, in fact, a background for a second during an exam and him punching Pang). He looks extremely bored, almost sleeping on his table (in contrast with Nac, on the same line than him, who drinks the teacher's words), until Pang literally break the studious ambiance, proving again that he is here to disturb the established order. Already we know that Wave doesn't feel the need to hide when something bore him, even if he is in a social situation where he should. He comes out like not good socially, arrogant and not the type to try to please.

His first interaction with Pang is a disaster (like no Wave, it's not how you flirt make a friend), and could place him on the school's side (symbolized by the ominous Ladda) even if we realize soon enough that the only side Wave chooses is his own. It leads again to a confrontation Nac/Wave, where Wave is defined as a solitary kid, in contrast with the sociable Nac. Nac himself establishes Wave as a mathematical/computer genius who takes pride in his intelligence (and the flashback, by focusing at first on Punn, gives us an hint of him as almost as intelligent than Wave - he raises his hand almost as fast but more politely - until we realize Wave doesn't write his answer. It tells us that Punn is clever, well-mannered and hard-working, and also that his relationship with Wave will be competitive but they are linked in a way or an other).

Him reveling the meaning of potentials just after Pang understood it and seemed ready to give the answer (even if it was in fact to ask to leave), is a proof that they could form a good team -or be the worst of enemies.

For Namtarn, lets first address the elephant in the room: I don't believe one instant the "romantic" interaction between Pang and her (cut to my mum telling "if it's how men and women interact in Thailand, their birth rate must be really low"). It's worst again in contrast with Claire and Punn, who are almost glued to the hips, or the friendship between Korn and Claire or Mon, or between Namtarn and Ohm. They tried romance, I see clumsy awkward people, and I can't believe it's not voluntarily.

Aside from that, Namtarn appears like perceptive, guessing who is Pang and that he is in the gifted class, a bit curious and nice, even if socially she's not the best (and I mean, yeah, they're 15-years-olds, so it's normal, like it's normal if some of them are cocky to the extreme). It could give us some clue about the fact that she grows up pretty sheltered, but it's maybe a stretch for my part.

Ohm first phrase is for asking a pen (does someone counted how many pens Ohm loses? It will be a fun statistic). He comes as the smiley-go-lucky kind of guy, telling everything that crosses his mind, putting his feet on his mouth every time he speaks. Also for the enigma posed by Pom he clearly doesn't know the answer and only raise his hand to follow the group.

Side question but why no one give him tissues? Boy nosebleeds every two minutes.

The first we see of Pom is when Pang and Nac try to steal the exam's results. His face stay in the shadow while we discover he is in charge of the exam. I feel obligated to point that we see his face a bit more after he drops his pen, and we know how much this pen is important for the rest of the plot (I'm realizing right now that it's in fact, a Chekhov's gun) . For his first apparition before the class, he has an image of a nice teacher, asking his students to call him by his nickname. Already we can link the metronome to him, since its in the classroom (since it's shown while Ohm has a nosebleed trying to resolve the rubik's cube, we can say it's linked to the potential too, but it's maybe a stretch).

To ends that, I want to point that the first plan where we see all the gifted class, when Pang enters, gives us a lot of information about the characters and their relationships together (It also puts us in Pang's shoes). We have the group Mon-Korn-Claire-Punn: Korn smile to Mon and Claire, Claire speaks to Mon and Korn before turning her head to Punn, her body already directed to him, Punn is separated to them since he sits on his table, but his body is turned in Claire's direction too. Namtarn is ready to take note, her back straight, while Ohm is slumped on his table and looks around. When we have a plan on each of them watching Pang, Mon's face is open and curious, Korn kinda shy away, Claire is disdainful, Punn is attentive, the twins gauge him (and already they have matching band-aids and Wave rolls his eyes so hard he clearly make it voluntarily.

[unmanageable-day]

Come to me

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PART 2 - next

Summary. After what happened in a relationship in the past, you found  it difficult to trust someone with the gentleman image.  'Gentleman' seems like merely a concept and it was probably impossible  for someone to be a genuine one. Now that you're stuck with the number one gentleman at campus for a  group project, how would you cope with the one and only Joshua Hong?

Genre. College!au, non-idol!au / friends to lover

Pairing. Joshua x y/n x a little bit of S.Coups, and a sprinkle of Wonwoo

A few days later, you and your groups gathered again to discuss more for the project assignment. You and Joshua came early to a secluded spot in the library. You were worried if things were going to be awkward, but unexpectedly he was always the first one to talk to you. While waiting for Suhyun and Johnny, both of you managed to look over your schedule to find out which time should work without disturbing each other's activities. You almost dropped your jaw when you realized he almost always matched all gaps between classes, which was because you were in the same class most of the time yet you had no idea.

"I didn't know that we're in the same class like almost for all subjects," you uttered. Again, the mixed feelings of guilt, nervous and awkward made you unable to directly look at him.

He slightly smiled at your obliviousness. "Because you always sit in the front row and don't even bother to look around."

"Really?" You nervously faked a chuckle. Not even your friends had called you out like that despite what he said was actually true.

"But anyway, it's easier for us, don't you think?"

"That's right." Another nervous chuckle slipped out of your mouth. This was the time you vigorously typed a message to Johnny and Suhyun to come quickly. However you can't even be on your phone for too long since this guy literally kept talking to you, which you found it odd. This guy should hate you if he remembered the first encounter. Suddenly you were reminded of Johnny once saying one of Joshua's nickname that made him even more famous than just a 'gentleman'. The holy Jisoo.

Neither you did believe nor care about that. Sometimes you had to beg Johnny to stop talking about him as if there was nothing else to talk about. Now that you think about it, probably being forgiving could be one of the trait of 'the holy Jisoo'. But still, it was not that you care.

"Hey, now that we're classmates for almost every class, is it okay if I ask you to study together sometimes? Especially for Professor Kwon's class. I mean, I heard that even getting B from his class is already considered good."

"I know right. I don't even know why I take that class." Wait, does this mean I agree to study together with him? Wait, what?

"How about this weekend? We can finish this one quickly and proceed to discuss for other subject."

"This weekend is no good," you quickly answered. Secretly you were relieved you had other stuff to do. "Got essay due Monday and another group project assignment too before finals."

"Oh, okay. No problem. Which class though?"

"Professor Kim Jooyong it is. I believe you don't go to this class, right?"

"Yeah, no. But I think I know someone there."

"Yeah?" You raises both of your eyebrows, slightly showing curiosity.

"You know Jeon Wonwoo?"

An excited gasp slipped off before you spoke. "You're kidding! He's my partner for the group project."

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah, he's a life saver," you answered enthusiastically for the first time ever. "I take this class unintentionally. This guy thankfully makes it more bearable."

Without words, Joshua smiled. It was a different smile from earlier before the topic of Jeon Wonwoo arose. Of course, you wouldn't notice. The way you talked about Jeon Wonwoo definitely made him feel something. It just made him wonder if someone asked you about him, would you look that cheerful and excitedly say something good about being his classmate?

--- after hours working on the group project

"This doesn't look like we're able to finish any sooner. Should we continue tomorrow?" Suhyun stretched her arms and tilted her neck.

"You're right. I still have my essay to do," Johnny complained to himself. "I don't think I will sleep tonight."

"I told you you should have started as soon as Professor Jung gave it," you scoffed.

Suhyun and Johnny quickly packed their stuff and left. Meanwhile Joshua was a bit slow for unclear reasons. Basically he came the earliest and left the latest, which you found it odd. Again. Yes, you got a bit closer within such a short time when waiting for Johnny and Suhyun. But you still felt uncomfortable being with only him. And you can't confront him and ask 'what take you so long?', can you?

"Tomorrow we finish the class at 4, right?" Again, he was the one to break the silence when he was about to depart. "Want to continue our discussion tomorrow?"

"Yeah, sure." This was a scenario which it would turn out weird if you say no. "Library?"

He paused. His face showed that he was thinking of something. "Sometimes it's crowded in the library. We got lucky today. Do you know a small cafe near the campus gym?"

"There's a cafe?"

"Yeah, it's not very popular. But it's quiet. I usually study there."

"Okay, sure. We can be more focused then," you said, nodding your head although you had no idea where the place he suggested. The last thing you wouldn't even want to imagine was this gentleman turned out to be a psycho who would abduct you in an unknown, quiet place at campus.

"Anyway, can I sit next to you tomorrow in class?"

Again, a scenario that would turn out more awkward than it already was if you say no. "Well, yeah, sure.." This dude must know that many people avoided sitting in front row seat, so your side was empty most of the time.

"Okay, cool. I'll see you tomorrow?" He flashed you a smile.

That was the first time you noticed the way he smiled. You had no idea he looked like that. Now you know why everyone always calls him a gentleman. That smile and the way he talks softly explained his nickname perfectly. That smile made you look away because suddenly you got too shy to look at him.

"Yeah. See you."

--- the next day

Joshua was right. The small cafe near the campus gym was quiet, as if it was located outside the campus. You wondered what makes this cafe underrated. Was it new that no one knew? Was it that secluded? Was it too far? Well, Joshua and you had to spend at least 10 minutes of walk from your building to this place. Honestly that was the most awkward walk you've ever had. You kept your distance, but he kept going closer every time you took a step away. You were nervous most of the time. You were really worried if he would try to do something funny you wouldn't even want to imagine. You actually had Johnny's number ready to be dialed if there was a sudden emergency.

"This place is not so bad, right?" As always, he started conversation while you prepared your notebook and laptop.

Flashing your smile with your best effort, you nodded.

"Oh! It's Shua!" An excited exclaim filled the quiet place. "And it's Park Y/n!"

"Seok-Soon, is that you?" You got excited too as two guys, a black haired one with a well-built tall body and the other one with dark blonde hair, paler skin and slimmer figure proceed to your seat. The three of you hugged and cheered loudly, happy to reunite again. "I miss you guys. What are you doing here, Soonyoung? Seokmin?"

"We should ask you the same." Seokmin broke your group hug.

Soonyoung darted his eyes to you, then to Joshua. "I didn't know you're close with Shua hyung," he said, flashing his hamster teeth.

"’Shua’?" you asked back in confusion. Soonyoung nodded, gesturing at Joshua with his head and his expressive eyes. That was a clear hint that the guys were close friends.

"I didn't know you guys know her." Joshua managed to stay calm, totally contrast with the rest of you.

"Yeah, we met during the orientation week," you explained happily without looking at him. Your attention was now fully on the other guys. Your linking arms with the Seok-Soon duo proved how close you were with them.

"And after that the class schedule always separates us," Soonyoung responded dramatically, faking a sniffle.

In Joshua's eyes, this was the brightest version of you and your smile. He noticed the drastic change of your expression when Soonyoung and Seokmin entered the cafe and called them. To him, you were like a chameleon. Your expression, the way you talk, and even your behavior kept changing as if you were adapting to who you were with. Soonyoung and Seokmin were famous to be the mood maker, they barely can keep quiet or stay still. You kept giggling at whatever they said since they joined your table, kinda forgetting that you were supposed to get your work done with Joshua. It didn't look like he minded though. In fact, he could use this time to quietly observe the new side of you. He remembered even when with Johnny, you never looked this cheerful and hyped up. No wonder you always became much more quiet when it was only him. Compared to Johnny, Soonyoung and Seokmin, he was indeed the calmest.

Soon, another guy came in. Soonyoung called his name and the new guy joined you immediately. With a big, mischievous smile, you stood up and bowed, singing his name, "Kim Mingyu sunbaenim."

"Oh, hi, Park hoobaenim." He raised a hand waving at you with his smug smiley face, trying to give more of the sunbae vibe, which always made you and the others almost lose it. "Long time no see," he spoke in English with his strong Korean accent.

Soonyoung and Seokmin still laughed at how you and Mingyu addressed each other, leaving Joshua puzzled by himself. Basically it was their inside jokes within the guys only, so it surprised him how you had any idea about it. It also confused him how you got to know his bestfriends.

"Mingyu repeated the history with Jeonghan hyung. He thought she was a freshman at the first day of school after spring break. So he was like, 'Oh, are you lost? Let me help. Oh, by the way, my name is Kim Mingyu. You can call me Mingyu sunbaenim.' when she was standing in front of Communication 101 class."

"She really looked like she was lost though?" Mingyu defended himself when the others recalled that dark memory.

You blended very well with the boys that it felt strangely nice for Joshua. It was kind of odd to feel alienated when the guys were his best friends, yet they seemed closer with you. But again, he didn't really mind that. It was just for him, to click with someone new was never easy. Moreover, his instinct could tell easily that you were not comfortable with him. That was why he always tried to speak first. Seeing you obviously close with his best buddies made him want to know more about you. Now he needed to boost his confidence to be more open up. Starting from you as a groupmate.

[worldserasingandcreatinginmymind]

Enamoured | Part Two

Requested by anon: “could you write one where james mcavoy meets swedish y/n around micheal and his swedish wife and he’s enamoured. (also that he confuses her with an english girl because she’s got an english accent like me) xxxx”

“THIS IS SO CUTE I- I love it??? So much??? 11/10 would read a part two ooof I wanna read about these dorks on an accidental date in London SO BAD”

Summary: after being tricked into a ‘date’, James takes the reader on a tour of London

Pairing: James McAvoy x reader

Word Count: 1612

Warnings: very fluffy fluff

A/N: you guys requested part two so here we go, I hope you like it! As always, spelling and grammar are not my strongest skills so please be kind :)

Masterlist | Part One

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‘have fun with James, don't do anything I wouldn’t do ;) xxx’

As you read the text from Alicia it sinks in that you’ve been set up. Your mouth falls open slightly in shock and you laugh to yourself, shaking your head. James turns to look at you, wondering why you aren’t following him. 

“Are you coming or…?” 

This may have been a set up but that doesn’t mean you cant enjoy yourself. 

“Sorry, yeah. No more distractions” you smile and drop your phone back in your pocket before catching up with him “where are we going first?”

“It’s a surprise” he winks playfully and you raise an eyebrow back at him.

He takes you to the nearest Underground station and attempts to explain all the different lines and zones, you both end up laughing as it all goes straight over your head. The underground system is complicated. When you get off he leads you up to Leicester Square and tells you stories of various movie premiers he’s attended there. You end up stood watching a street performer for a while until someone in the crowd recognises James and attention is turned on him and subsequently on you. When people start asking you personal questions and sticking cameras in your face he ushers you away from everyone and into a taxi. 

“Are you okay?” He asks quietly and you just smile and nod your head gently. He smiles back but you can see on his face something is bothering him. He doesn’t speak much for the rest of the short taxi ride until he asks the driver to stop. He pays him and you both get out, then James leads you into a small Italian restaurant. He waiter and James greet each other like familiar friends. 

“You want your usual table?” The waiter asks with a thick Italian accent.

“Please, thank you Mario” James responds and your lead to a candlelit table in a quiet corner of the room. 

Once sat the waited gives you menus and leaves you to decide what you’d like. Then you notice the prices on the menu.

“James, this place is expensive! I can’t-”

“Don't worry, its my treat” he cuts in

“No really-”

“My treat” he reaffirms and you sigh in submission

“Thank you” you smile

“No problem” he looks back at the menu for a moment then puts it down on the table and takes a breath. “I’m really sorry about what happened back there”

“Honestly don't worry about it, its fine”

“No it’s not fine for them to harass you like that. Don’t get me wrong, I love what I do and I wouldn’t want to do anything else I just wish sometimes I could switch it all off. You know? Be a ghost, or invisible or something. Have a day off from being James McAvoy and just be regular James. Ugh you must think I’m such an ass”

“No, no I get it. And I don't think you're an ass. I like regular James.” You pause “James McAvoy on the other hand… now he’s a bit of an ass” you wink and James bursts out laughing. 

— — — — 

When you finish lunch James pays and you leave the restaurant together. James continues his London tour by talking you to the theatre district, where he points out the many theatres he has performed in. A small gasp escapes your mouth when you spot the posters on the wall of the Lyceum Theatre. James looks at you and follows your gaze to see the you're staring at the Lion King. 

“I’ve always wanted to see that show” you say dreamily and James watches you. The look on your face gives him an idea. He hooks his arm around yours and leads you toward the theatre. 

“wh-what are you doing?” 

“trust me” he responds and he leads you around to the stage door. He knocks and a guy opens the door. When he sees James his eyes light up.

“James!” He booms as he fist bumps him

“Hey Andy, is Julie in?” James asks

“yeah, come in” he holds the door open and gestures you inside. He leads you through some doors till you meet a dark haired woman who hugs James.

“Hey Jules, this is Y/N.” James introduces and Julie smiles at you “She’s here from Sweden and she really really wants to see your show… don’t suppose you’ve got a couple of spare tickets for today’s matinee?”

“hmm.. I’ll see what I can do. But only because it’s you” she smiles at James before hurrying off. A few minutes later she appears again holding two tickets which she hands to James “sorted. Enjoy the show guys” and she hurries off again. You turn to James, a look of shock on your face.

“Oh, my, God! You're amazing!! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!!” You throw your arms around him and he laughs, hugging you back. You pull away and look into his eyes “really, thank you!” 

— — — — 

The show was incredible, although James found himself watching your reactions more than the show itself. The way your face lit up when you laughed, the way you smiled through almost the whole show and the way your eyes glistened when the show made you cry. He couldn’t help but reach out and squeeze your hand. 

“that was just, ugh, I have no words. No words” you say grinning from ear to ear as you leave the theatre together “thank you so much” 

“you know I think thats the 100th time you’ve said thank you” 

“101st actually” you grin “seriously I mean it, today has been the best day ever”

“its not over yet” 

As the day turns to evening you spend the rest of the day doing typical tourist things. You stand outside Buckingham palace where James tries, and fails, to make the guards smile. You visit Oxford street and look through the window of magnificent shops. You end up running around Hamley’s toy store together, playing with various toys until you almost get kicked out by one of the workers for plastic sword fighting but James bribes her with an autograph and a selfie. You finish the day with a moonlit walk by the side of the Thames before ending up back where you started at the bottom of the London eye. 

You turn to face each other. You're about to speak when James stops you. 

“don't say it”

“don't say what” 

“don't say thank you”

“why not?” You laugh

“because im not finished yet”

“but its late, surely we’ve done everything by now”

“there’s still one more thing we need to do” he smiles and points up at the giant wheel next to you. 

He leads you up to the entrance of the London Eye and you step inside one of the glass dome. Once inside you notice there’s a small selection of food and some glasses of wine waiting for you. 

“you cant say you’ve been to London if you haven’t been on the eye” James holds up his glass and you clink yours against it. You sit together on the bench in the middle of the dome, looking out across the contrast of the bright London lights against the dark sky. When the dome reaches the very top of the eye you stand up and walk to the edge, admiring the glittering city in front of you. James walks up to join you, putting his arm around you. 

“So, how did I do as a tour guide?” He asks.

“I think, you chose the wrong career. You’re a much better tour guide than you are an actor” 

James fakes hurt and you laugh, turning to face him.

“I’m kidding. You're amazing at both” you smile sincerely and lock eyes with James. He brings his hand up to your face. 

“I think you’re pretty amazing too” he smiles, before gently kissing you on the forehead. When he leans back his eyes flicker down to your lips. He leans in slowly, giving you chance to pull away but you don’t. His lips meet yours and you close your eyes as you kiss him back.

When the kiss comes to an end you giggle nervously, suddenly feeling like a blushing school girl, which makes James laugh.

“I think we should take a picture, I want to remember this moment” he says taking his phone out. He pulls you in with his arm around you and you both smile widely as he snaps a selfie, the lights of London in the background. 

Your ride on the eye comes to an end and James hails a taxi for you. 

“Thank you for an amazing day, you’re the perfect tour guide” you smile, and James takes your hands in his. 

“Well you're the perfect tourer… tour-ee? I don't know the word, but you get what im trying to say” he replies and you both laugh as he opens the taxi door for you to climb in. “text me when you're back safe yeah?” 

“will do” you nod and smile as he shuts the door. The taxi pulls away, leaving him standing alone by the road. A few minuets later a notification pops up on your phone. 

‘instagram: @jamesmcavoyrealdeal tagged you in a photo’

You click on the notification to see he’s posted your London eye selfie, with a simple smiley face emoji as the caption. You like the photo and put your phone back in your pocket only for it to buzz again straight away. You take it out to see a text from Alicia with a screenshot of James’ insta post.

‘oh my God tell me everything xxx’

[lolas-writings]

Hello loves!! I have an actual fic to share with you and not a few hundred word drabble like usual ^.^ 

I know y’all like rarepairs as much as I do so I’m introducing you to a new one today! I wrote a cute IidaCamie fic yesterday for Camie’s birthday as well as to celebrate the occasion for the @iidacamiebigbang that I’m a mod for hehe. You can find the fic on AO3 here or you can just read the fic below. And if you find this rarepair interesting, please feel free to check out our Tumblr or our Twitter. Enjoy! 

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“Babe?” Camie calls out as she walks through the front door of her and Iida’s shared apartment. The door clicks softly as it closes behind her, eliminating the light from outside and casting their apartment in a blanket of shadows. 

The lights are out, all except for the lamp edging the boundary between the foyer and the living room. Odd, because Iida should be home by now and he always complains about not seeing well when it’s dark. 

“Tenya?” Camie calls out again, letting out a huff when she gets no response. She pouts as she removes her shoes and sets them to the side, noticing Iida’s worn sneakers are in their usual space, perfectly symmetrical to each other and perpendicular to the wall. If his shoes are here, then where is he? 

The soft thud of socks on wood flooring echoes through the apartment as Camie ventures further inside. She passes the lamp and the lighting gradually grows dimmer, urging her to turn to the wall on her left and search for the light switch. Before she can flick it on, however, a blue piece of paper stuck on the wall beside the switch catches her eye. 

‘Look on the coffee table :)’ it reads, written in Iida’s distinct penmanship. Camie smiles at the note and takes it off the wall, folding it carefully and tucking it into her pocket before she turns around. The coffee table stands directly behind her, and after her eyes adjust to the low lighting, she can make out a perfectly wrapped yellow box resting on top. 

“Aw, babe, you shouldn’t have!” She calls out playfully as she approaches the present. She’s lying, of course, because it’s her birthday and she deserves to be spoiled. Something, luckily, Iida is surprisingly good at. 

The blue ribbon on top comes off first, followed by the tape holding the yellow wrapping paper around the box together. It comes apart easily, meticulously, a careful calculation on Iida’s part to leave the wrapping paper in one piece for reuse later. What a dork. 

After unwrapping the box, Camie carefully lifts the lid and immediately squeals when her eyes land on what’s inside. Soft black fabric, fuzzy and soft and two sizes too big, but that’s how Camie likes her sweaters. Hanging off of her shoulders and bunching up around her hips, just like how Iida’s sweaters fit. 

She reaches in and pulls the sweater out of the box, unfolding it and admiring the clothing more fully. She first saw this sweater four weeks ago in the window of her favorite mall store while on a date with Iida. Oversized, extremely fluffy, and with the word, “Baddie,” written in white across the front. Exactly her kind of style, and she would have dragged Iida into the store to get one for herself if they hadn’t been on their way to meet up with their friends. Iida really does pay attention. 

As she fawns over her new sweater and considers putting it on then and there, another blue note catches her eye, this time from the bottom of the box. ‘Now go check the kitchen :)’ this one reads, another silly smiley face signing the note. This note, too, gets folded and tucked into Camie’s pocket before she ventures to their kitchen, fluffy sweater in hand. 

This time, the box is blue with yellow ribbons. Similarly sized and wrapped, the only difference being the color swap. She sets the sweater on the counter beside the box before tearing, not literally, into this present. 

Inside is white, a stark contrast to her sweater. When she reaches in to pull the new article of clothing out it feels rougher, like denim, and sure enough, when the fabric unfolds she’s staring at a new pair of strategically ripped white skinny jeans. Something that’s been on her To-Buy list for ages. She squeals again and hugs the pair of jeans close to her chest. 

Just like the first box, at the bottom lies another blue note. ‘You know, your shoes look a bit cluttered. There’s a random box taking up their space…’ Camie can’t help but giggle at this particular note. Knowing Iida, he probably took this opportunity to subtly tell her to start organizing her shoes better. Maybe she will, after all the thought and time Iida spent arranging this birthday scavenger hunt. You know, for a day or two before the chaos resumes. 

Camie pushes that thought aside as she returns to the entryway of their apartment, opening the door to the closet where their shoes and heavy coats are kept. On the floor, in the midst of her mess of a shoe collection, is another box. Smaller than the previous two, but wrapped just like the first with yellow paper and blue ribbons. 

Camie sinks to the floor and sets the sweater and jeans on the ground beside her. She doesn’t even bother taking the time to sit properly before reaching into the closet and pulling the box out, making quiet work undoing the wrapping paper and ribbons. 

The box itself is not plain and wordless like its predecessors. This box clearly has the logo of Camie’s favorite designer shoe brand slapped on top, bold and proud. She wastes no time ripping the lid off to reveal what’s inside. 

Black ankle boots with a chunky heel and studs on either side of each shoe. The same shoes she saw a random woman wearing in line at the grocery store two weeks ago. Camie remembers enthusiastically asking the woman where she got them, how much they cost, are they comfortable, and all the important questions, but Iida had stood wordlessly beside her observing the different pastries that were on sale that day. At least, that’s what she assumed, she had no idea he was listening in on their conversation. 

This time, she doesn’t squeal; she laughs, wholeheartedly and unabashed, the sound echoing off the walls around her and surrounding her in her own disappointment. She really must stop secretly chastising Iida in her head for seemingly not paying attention. 

She sets the shoes on the floor beside the sweater and jeans, freeing up her hands and allowing her to pull the now empty shoebox completely from the closet and into her lap. Just as she suspected, there’s yet another small blue paper with a note written on it. ‘I hope you don’t mind, I tidied up your dresser and vanity.’ She smiles again and folds and tucks the note into her pocket with the other two. After replacing the lid on the box, she retrieves her clothing and shoes and makes her way to their bedroom. 

The room is dark just like the rest of the apartment, the only light source being the lights surrounding her vanity mirror. It’s enough to illuminate the single box resting perfectly centered on top, wrapped in blue paper and yellow ribbons. 

She approaches the vanity soundlessly, the carpet muffling the sound of her footsteps. When she’s standing just in front of the vanity, she sets the rest of her treasures delicately on the matching chair before setting her sights on the newest box. 

Just a few tugs on the ribbon here and a few flicks of her nail to the tape there is all it takes for the wrapping to fall away and reveal the box within. It’s plain again, like the first two boxes, but smaller like the third. And just like all of the previous boxes, the lid comes off easily and reveals another treasure inside. 

A sleek, shiny leather newsboy cap rests inside, a stripe of white across the bill standing out against the inky blackness of the rest of the cap. She’s never seen this item before, surprisingly, but it falls perfectly within her style choices and even matches the rest of the outfit… Oh. Oh, what an absolute dork her boyfriend is. 

“So?” A deep, familiar voice pipes up from behind her, startling her into dropping the hat back into the box. Camie huffs and turns around to glare at Iida, putting her hands on her hips. 

“You so need to stop doing that.” 

“Doing what?” Iida smiles and leans against the doorframe. “Giving you birthday gifts?” 

“Being a total stalker.” Camie tutts and crosses her arms, a pout on her lips that juxtaposes Iida’s poor confused expression. It’s almost funny how he’s remained too dense to recognize her jokes after all these years. “I’m kidding, Tenya.” 

Camie covers her mouth to suppress a giggle when Iida lets out a relieved sigh. He’s too serious sometimes but it never ceases to be absolutely adorable. After tapering down her short-lived giggle fit, Camie walks over to Iida and throws her arms around his neck, pulling him down just enough to give him a quick peck on the cheek. 

“You are superbly a dork.” 

Iida’s cheeks flare red at the attention, but he reciprocates Camie’s hug without a second thought, his arms wrapping soundly around her waist. “Maybe, but you love it.” 

“I love you, idiot.” Camie rolls her eyes but doesn’t bother pulling away from their hug. 

“Hm, that too.” Iida hums and places a matching kiss on Camie's cheek, causing them both to smile. “Happy birthday.” 

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Fred and George do QVC

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It was a bright, sunny, Saturday afternoon, and Harry Potter was stuck inside folding laundry. He stared longingly at the window, wishing he was anywhere but here. Lately, he had been feeling listless and filled with ennui. His life at the Dursley’s was considerably less exciting than his life at school. Albeit, he didn’t have a crazed, nose-less, master wizard, trying to murder him here; but even that might have been an improvement, to the boredom he had felt all summer. He glanced across the room at his Aunt Petunia, who lounged on the sofa, half asleep. He wondered if she’d notice if he escaped outside, for a breath of fresh air. Uncle Vernon had just left, with Dudley and his friends, to see a professional football match. This was one of the numerous birthday surprises his aunt and uncle had lavished their son with. Harry would have liked to had gone too, but he was told “the laundry wasn’t going to fold itself.”

“If I were allowed to use magic outside of school, the laundry certainly *would* fold itself.” Harry thought bitterly.

The TV chattered away in the background.

“…and just so we’re clear, these are dishwasher safe?”  

“Yes, that’s right, Antonella. The Scrub Daddy is absolutely dishwasher safe.”

“And remember, you’re getting 12 of these! Order code 63528, when you call in.”

“Yes, and just quickly…because I know we are running out of time… I wanted to show you that the design for these is not just a smiley face. These are fully functional. Put your two fingers in the eye holes like so, and it stays on your fingers. That’s going to be fantastic for getting inside of mugs, cups, you name it.”

“Wow! that’s ingenious!”

The presenter turned and addressed the camera directly, holding the item for sale.

“Look! Here is what you’re getting, guys. And this packaging! Ah!  This custom packaging is exclusive to QVC, guys. And, all this could be yours, for 4 easy payments of $7.49. Amazing!”

The camera zoomed in, on the presenter’s face.

“Coming up, we have a couple of young entrepreneurs, showing us their latest confections. I’m sure we all know someone with a sweet tooth. Just wait till you see what these boys have in store for us today. But first, make sure you get your orders in for the Scrub Daddy. These things are selling like hot cakes!”

The shot cut to a pre-recorded infomercial, for Scrub Daddy sponges.  

“Hmmph!” Aunt Petunia snorted “I should order some of those for you, so you’ll stop ruining my pots!”  

Harry muttered under his breath “Well, if you fixed the dishwasher, instead of using me as your personal slave, I wouldn’t have to scrub the pots.”

“What was that?!” snapped Aunt Petunia, “You ungrateful little brat! After all your uncle and I have done for you; taking you in, like we did, after your parents…well…You should be ecstatic that I even offered to buy you anything!”

In a huff, she snatched the remote control off the coffee table and turned up the volume.

Harry put the folded laundry in the basket and stood to bring them upstairs.

“Up next, we have twins Fred and George Weasley, of Weasley Wizard Wheezes, here with us today. Welcome boys!”

Harry froze, gobsmacked. Much to his disbelief, there was his best friend’s older brothers, peddling their wares on QVC. One was wearing an evening tailcoat, which was neon orange with lime green polka dots. His trousers were also neon orange, but with a lime green tuxedo stripe running down each leg. The other twin was wearing the same tailcoat and tuxedo trousers, but in inverse colors to his brother. In contrast to the loudness of their jackets, both boys were wearing black cravats around their necks, giving them a ‘Victorian Regency on acid’ kind of look.

“Thanks for having us, Antonella. We’re happy to be here!” said one of the twins

“Remind us to buy a pack of those Scrub Daddies, before we leave.” said the other, “Our Dad would get such a kick out of them. Sponges with smiley faces. What a concept! Haha!”

His brother leaned into him, and theatrically whispered “We don’t need them ourselves. We can just use Malfoy’s head.” He held up two fingers in a sideways peace sign, and pretended to poke his brother in both eyes. “His hair is great at soaking up grease.”

The twins snickered together, as the presenter, unperturbed, carried on with the sales pitch.

“Fred and George have brought with them some of their Skiving Snackbox candies. Now, judging by the names of some of these, I think these would be perfect as a novelty get-well present, for someone in your life who’s been feeling a little under the weather. There’s something for every ailment. We’ve got ‘fever fudge’, ‘fainting fancies’, ‘nosebleed nougat’ and last but not least, ‘puking pastilles.’ Hehe! Now, what made you boys come up with this concept, for these sweets?”

“Well,” said Fred, “they’re not exactly for someone who’s already sick."

"That could result in some disastrous side effects.” quipped George

Fred turned to the camera and added “Always read the labels, kids!”

George continued, “They make you temporarily ill, if for example, you wanted the day off work. You pop in a fainting fancy. Bob’s your uncle-Fanny’s your Aunt, suddenly your GP has prescribed you a day of bed rest.”

“Oh, but totally 100% all muggle, I mean natural. 100% all natural.” Fred interjected

“Yes, definitely nothing magical about these candies at all.” George agreed, with a sheepish grin.

“Oh, I get it!” exclaimed the host, “That’s just like the Natural Herbal Detox Tea, we had on the show last month. This may be TMI, but I swear I was on the toilet for a week, after that segment! Hehehe!”  

Fred laughed and said, “Now would be a good time for me to tell one of my poop jokes.”

George replied “Nah, they always stink!”

“Hey-oh!” they cried, while high-fiving each other.

“You know what you needed?” Fred asked the host, “The Skiving Snackbox’s companion product, ‘You-No-Poo’. Guaranteed to cause crippling constipation in less than 3 minutes!”

“The constipation sensation, that’s gripping the nation!” exclaimed George

“Well, being conscious of time, lets move right along.” Antonella said, “Our viewers at home are probably wondering ‘but how do they taste?’ Let’s find out, shall we?”

She popped a candy into her mouth, and immediately started retching.

“NOOO!” the twins shouted in unison.

“You’re not supposed to eat the whole thing at once!” lamented Fred

“You’re only supposed eat half!” followed George

“The antidote is in the second half.” continued Fred

The poor unsuspecting host began urging in a rhythmic way, “Blech...Blech...Blech...Blech...”  

“Oh no!” wailed George “I think she’s stuck in vom-limbo.”

“Both sides of the sweet must be working against each other!” added Fred

“It’s simultaneously trying to make her be sick, and also keeping any sick from coming up.” George concurred.

Panic-stricken, Fred started rifling through his rugsack. He began removing items and throwing them behind him. A roll of parchment; a quill; various bottles and vials; a bowler hat; a cup of tea, complete with saucer; a set of fireworks, which exploded upon impact with the floor; a broom; a Yorkshire pudding; a literal kitchen sink...  

Between urges, Antonella asked “How...blech...did...blech...you...blech...fit...blech...all...blech...that...blech...in...blech...there?”

“Never mind that now! Here, eat this!” bellowed Fred, shoving the found antidote in the host’s mouth.

Finally, the retching stopped, but with it came a lengthy spew of vomit across the set, with such ferocity it rivaled Linda Blair in the exorcist. The show quickly switched to camera angle “B” to avoid broadcasting Antonella’s lost lunch to the viewers.

“I think it’s best we...uhh...take a little break,” the presenter said shakily, wiping tears and vomit from her face. “ugh... Up next we have Ken Oschipok with his beautifully iridescent Ammolite and White Zircon silver rings...ahh...oh...just a second, my producer is telling me something...”

She touched her finger to her ear, turned away from the camera and hissed into her mic “What do you mean you can’t find the rings? A Platypus? Are…are you sure it was a platypus? How did a platypus get in here, and why would it steal our merchandise?”

Fred and George exchanged worried glances.

The presenter looked back to camera, with a wide grin plastered on her face, “Sorry guys, we are just having a little bit of...umm...technical difficulties. We’ll be right back wi...OH!”

Suddenly a red envelope swooped down out of nowhere, flicked Antonella across the nose and stopped abruptly in front of the twins. A loud but shrill voice echoed throughout the studio.

"FRED AND GEORGE WEASLEY! OF ALL THE COCKAMAMIE STUNTS YOU’VE EVER PULLED — MUGGLE TV? YOU WAIT TILL I GET HOLD OF YOU! IMAGINE MY SURPRISE WHEN I RECEIVED A CALL FROM RITA SKEETER, ASKING FOR A QUOTE FROM THE DELINQUENTS’ MOTHER — I NEVER — IN ALL MY DAYS — YOUR FATHER'S FACING AN INQUIRY AT WORK ~ AGAIN! AS IF THE MINISTRY HASN’T BEEN FACING ENOUGH BACKLASH, AFTER THAT NIFFLER GETTING LOOSE, NOW THIS? WHAT WERE YOU THINKING? YOU TWO COME HOME THIS INSTANT!!!"

Once the assault on everyone’s ears subsided, the presenter unsteadily staggered out of shot, with her hand on her forehead, murmuring “I think I need a nap, or a drink, or both”

The screen cut to another pre-recorded infomercial; a cheerful rock jingle began to play.

You wanna skip class, but not look like an ass? If you want an excuse; What have you got to lose? You better show some moxie, Grab a Skiving Snack Box-y From Weasley- Wizard - Wheezes!

Harry stood slack jawed, in the living room, transfixed by what had just played out on the tv in front of him. Clean laundry scattered around his feet, from where he’d dropped the basket.

“Bloody Hell! Those crazy troll bogeys!” He thought with a grin. A shocked guffaw escaped his throat.

Aunt Petunia gave him a scandalized glare and shrieked “I suppose you have something to do with this?”

Harry scooped all the laundry into his arms and dashed upstairs before she could chastise him any further. Although, he imagined any tongue-lashing Aunt Petunia could give him, would pale in comparison to the dressing down the twins were probably getting, from Molly Weasley, right now. She is one fierce boss-witch.

“Oh, to be a fly on the wall at the Burrow, right now” Harry said to himself, with a chuckle. “I can’t wait to hear the details from Ron!”

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Omgg can I have a kirishima x reader where shes playful with her buddies but gets so flustered when ppl confess to her and kiri has a huge crush on her but bc she likes him back it's really hard for her to be her usual self around him so shes just quiet and kiri thinks she doesnt like him? Can u make it end fluffy please :)

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A/N: Thank you so much for requesting! 😘 I hope you like this. I really had the motivation to write this. Enjoy reading!

Pairing/s: Kirishima Eijirou x Reader

Warning/s: None

Genre: Fluff

AU: None

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Having a huge crush on someone really gets into you. The feeling of a million butterflies flying around your stomach everytime you see them. Everytime your heart leaps when you think about them. The feeling of getting to know them more. To feel closer. To be that special someone in their life. To have a space in their heart. Thoughts about that person that always replay on your head, like what do they like and dislikes, what are their favorite foods, who are the people that are important to them, questions like that. But most importantly, you ask yourself, do they like you back?

Do they feel the same emotion you feel everytime they are around? Do they also feel the need and urge to talk to you? Do they also care for you? Just by thinking about it makes you shiver and anxiety creeping into you. What are their thoughts about you? Do they find you cute? Hot? Do they like your personality? Do they find you funny? Do they feel something special towards you?

As times goes by, the feeling gets stronger and stronger until you can't help but to be conscious about yourself, especially if that one person gives a sign that she treats you differently from the others. And in a bad way. It feels awful for Kirishima. Just thinking about you hating him makes him wanna punch himself and ask what's wrong about him.

You were close with everybody in class (well except for Mineta) and always hang out with everybody. Even Bakugou hang outs with you and likes you even though he doesn't show it. You always wear that pretty smile on your face, your eyes glistening with joy everytime you see a person happy because of you. You're always there for everybody, helping them, talking with them, laughing with them. You're the social butterfly of Class A. But when it comes to Kirishima, your treatment gets different. Even though you're a talkative person, you always keep quiet whenever he's around. When you both meet in the hallway, you either walk back to where you came from or walk fastly with your eyes on the ground. It feels like you're avoiding him.

Kirishima asks himself if he isn't enough. If he makes you uncomfortable. If you don't want to hang out with him. Don't you like him? What did he do wrong for you to hate him?

Kirishima sighed and rested his back fully on the couch, staring up at the ceiling. Kaminari glance below him to see Kirishima infront of him before glancing back at the TV, resuming on playing with Sero. Bakugou was on the floor with him while leaning on the couch, waiting for the loser with Kaminari and Sero to win against him while Sero and Kaminari are sitting on the couch, playing. The two boys on the floor was hidden from anyone who came from the stairs or the kitchen.

"You ok, bud?" Kaminari asked, clearly feeling unusual at his behavior.

"Huh? Ah, yeah. I'm fine." Kirishima averted his eyes from their questioning ones to avoid more questions. He ran his hand to his hair and sighed once again.

"Who would believe your shit when that's literally the 4th time you sighed asshole? Got nothing better excuse than that, Shitty Hair?" Bakugou furrowed his brows at Kirishima.

"I'm sure no normal people would sigh that heavily if they're ok." Sero grinned at him. If this was an ordinary day, Kirishima would have been all smiley while talking about you, gushing over you. However, he was just sitting there, thinking so deep that he didn't even notice you coming down from the stairs with Mina and Uraraka.

You were laughing with Mina and Uraraka about that one movie who has a hot MC. Giggling, you saw Kaminari and Sero playing in the living room. When Mina saw them, she beamed and greeted them.

"Hey, Denki, Sero! Whatcha' doin'?" You looked at Mina wierdly who's staring back at you.

"What?"

"What the heck is that language?" Your face contorted. Mina shrugged.

"I just heard it on one of those Youtube videos." You shook your head and turned towards the two boys who are still playing. You walked towards them while Mina and Uraraka followed you.

"Where's Kirishima and Bakugou? You're not with them?" You asked, the blonde and redhead out of your sight.

However, when you got closer to the couch, you saw Bakugou sitting on the floor just below Kaminari and Sero.

"You got no eyes, Shitty woman?" Bakugou rolled his eyes at you. "Well good morning to you too, Bakugou." You stuck your tongue out at him, sarcasm evident in your tone.

When you looked below Kaminari, your heart raced when you saw a redhead guy sitting on the floor beside Bakugou. When Kirishima looked up at you and smiled, you felt your face heat up. You almost jolted when Kirishima greeted you a good morning.

"Uhh-...G-good morning!" You stuttered and almost shouted. You bit your lip and looked away from Kirishima to steady your heartbeat.

"You ok , Y/N?" Kaminari chuckled.

"Yeah, I'm fine." You rolled your eyes at him when he grinned at you, clearly teasing you.

What the fuck, Y/N? You're embarrassing yourself in front of Kirishima! Your crush!

Mina and Uraraka laughed at your reaction. You glared back at them and pinched Uraraka on the side.

"Ouch!" She whined playfully, still laughing. You rolled your eyes at them and turned your heel towards the front door of the dorm and looked over your shoulder and signalled Uraraka and Mina to follow you. You rolled your eyes when you saw the sheepish grin on their faces.

"Shut up."

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Kirishima exhaled sharply when you got out from the front door, looking defeated. He looked at Kaminari who's staring at him and groaned.

"I knew she hated me." He mumbled which reached the boy's ears.

"What do you mean? Who?" Sero asked. "Oh, man!" Sero groaned while Kaminari smirked at him.

"Better luck next time bro!" Kaminari laughed at Sero earning him a groan from the tape-hero.

"You're really bad at this, Soy Sauce Face." Bakugou smirked.

"I'm not. I think it's you who suck at this." Sero smirked back at him, challenging Bakugou.

"What?! You're the one who suck at this! You wanna fight, huh, Tape Arms?!"

"Bro, chill." Kaminari looked at Bakugou while chuckling. He turned towards Kirishima and faced him, his console now on his lap.

"Who hates you? Y/N?" He asked.

"Yeah." Kirishima replied. Kaminari laughed at him while holding his stomach.

"What do you mean Y/N hates you?" Sero chuckled. Kirishima shoot them a confused look, not knowing what's going on.

"Doesn't she hate me? I mean, she's so friendly towards all of you even to Bakugou but everytime time she sees me, she always avoid me.

"What the- this fucker." Bakugou facepalmed at him while Kaminari and Sero continued to laugh at him.

"It's not like that, idiot!"

Kirishima stared at them. What the fuck are they saying? Kirishima is really confused right now as to what was happening and what the boys are talking about.

"Y/N doesn't hate you! In fact, she likes you!" Kaminari blurted out, torn between laughing at his friend's stupidness or being frustrated at his friend's stupidness.

Kirishima sat frozen on his seat. What the fuck? You like him?

-

The wind blew making the leaves rustle, creating a peaceful music to your ears. The garden was a beautiful place to rest in. The calming breeze of the wind and the smell of flowers around and the small chirping of the birds around you can make a person's heart fall into peacefulness.

But in contrast to what one should feel right now, the boy in front of you is trembling with nervousness. You can even see the cold sweats running down his forehead to his chin, disappearing on his uniform coat.

His eyes shot up at you, eyes full of determination despite his vulnerable state. He took a deep breath before standing straight and staring right into your eyes.

"Y-Y/N... I know you already feel my affection towards you, but I want to make a proper confession and express my love to you." He started bravely. You feel your cheeks heat up and your heart race at his words, utterly flustered at his confession. Even though this is not your first time to have someone confess to you, you still get flustered everytime you learned that someone has a crush on you.

"Y/N, I h-have liked you for a long time now, since first year." The boy confessed.

You bit your lip and opened your mouth to speak, only to mutter a single "I-..." before heating up and avoiding his gaze. You fumbled at the hem of your skirt and looked up at the boy infront of you. Singhing, you corrected your posture and face him.

"I-i'm sorry b-but... I can't reciprocate your feelings for me..." You mumbled.

He sighed and smiled at you, making you jolt a little at his action.

"It's ok. I know you have Kirishima inside your heart from the start." He said sheepishly. Your eyes widened as you realized what he just said to you.

"E-eh?!" You squeaked, cheeks heating up even more. He smiled at you before looking at something behind you. When you slowly turn around, it felt like time froze. Your heart thumping even louder as you stared at those crimson eyes that are open wide, shock evident inside them.

You swallowed hard as you felt embarrassment rose inside you. You just want the earth to open below you and swallow you to a place where you can save your ass from embarrassment. The boy gave you a small wave then walked away as Kirishima came over and stood in front of you. Silence fell as you and Kirishima gawked at each other with eyes wide open.

"I...I," You attempted to speak up but the bile inside your throat made you unable to do so.

"So... you like me, huh?" He said quietly, eyes staring at you. You chewed on your bottom lip and nod your head towards him. There's no way to hide it now. He knows your feelings for him already, so why not just take this chance to confess?

"Y-yeah..."

He gave you a soft smile that made your hear swell and your insides melt, his smile giving you strenght.

"B-but you don't have to be forced to answer me. It's ok if you don't have the same feeling as me. It's totaly fine even though you like someone else-" Your words were cut off when his soft lips touched yours, sealing you into a kiss you thought would only happen in your dreams. You closed your eyes to feel his kiss more as you started kissing him back, your lips following his movements. The kiss was so magical and beautiful that the moment he pulled from you, you almost reached for his lips. He chuckled at your reaction and kissed your forehead.

"Don't worry sweetheart, you will get lots and lots of kisses today onwards." He said cockily making you pout.

"Does this mean... you like me too?" You stared at his crimson eyes. He smiled at you and nodded. He leaned towards you until you felt his hot breath beside your ears making you gasp.

"Since first year, baby." He whispered into your ear.

"I thought you hate me though." He pouted at you. Your eyebrows shoot up from what he said.

"Huh? Why would I hate you?" You asked, confused at his remark. He avoided your gaze and you saw a small tint of pink on his cheeks. You can't help but grin.

"Kirishima..." You hummed softly as he looked back at you. "Are you... blushing?" You asked him while grinning. This time, his faced turned into red, almost like his hair and eyes.

"W-what?! Of c-course not!" He stuttered making you laugh at him. He glared at you playfully making you laugh even more.

"Stop laughing!"

"I can't help it!" You snickered while trying to stop your laughter. Key word: Trying. Instead of getting angry at you, Kirishima smiled softly at you, finding you cute while laughing. He can't help but to steal a kiss from you once again making you stop laughing. Your face heat up once again and blinked at Kirishima.

"Now you're the one blushing." He teased. You smacked his arms and hid your face in his chest.

"Stop!"

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daybreak ┃kim namjoon

pairings: idol!namjoon x non-idol!female oc

words: 1.7k

genre: fluff , or at least an attempt at it :)))

warnings: might make you smile, unedited so sorry for mistakes

a/n: it’s admin 2 this time. yes i am here and yes i do exist. um, i had writers block for a second but i think i did something with this right here. it’s cute to me and i like it so i hope you guys do as well. if you don’t that’ts fine too :)) i promise i’m better at this but i just kinda ,, rushed it? idk but i’ll do better next time. might make this into a mini series idk yet 

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The sound of the phone alarm is what wakes Minjee up early that morning. Her hand wanders over to the nightstand beside her bed and she presses the power button on her phone, automatically snoozing the alarm.

Minjee blinks her heavy eyes open slowly, turning over in her bed and picking up her phone. After stopping the alarm fully, the bright screen practically screams the time in her face. 5:23 a.m. Minjee hums in approval at the time and decides now is the best time to get up so she can go for her morning run.

She goes to the bathroom to brush her teeth and wash her face, saving the shower for when she gets back. Minjee changes into her running shorts and tank top fairly quickly. She puts her AirPods in after connecting them to her phone, playing music from one of her playlists. With a tug on her ponytail that tightens it, she is on her way out of her apartment and on the way to Hangang Park.

Fifteen minutes from where Minjee lives, at the dorm of BTS, where the most successful Korean boy group lives, Kim Namjoon and Jung Hoseok get ready to head to Hangang park to ride bikes. Hoseok takes some pictures in the mirror of his outfit which consists of denim jeans and a button-down shirt with smiley faces on it, that’s tucked into said jeans.

“Are you sure it’s best to go now?” Hoseok asks, a bit paranoid due to their fame and how easy it would be to spot them.

“Daybreak is always the best time to get things done because no one is barely out and if they are, then they are not at a park,” Namjoon assures him, finishing up tying up the laces on his sneakers.

It's been a few months since Namjoon went out to bike ride early mornings at the park. Being an admirer of nature, Namjoon enjoyed smelling the dewy scent of the damp grass from the night’s humidity of the air early in the morning. The sounds of the birds chirping brought upon a dimpled smile on the man’s face. He truly appreciates life.

Namjoon and Hoseok leave the dorm after getting a call from their driver that he’s outside waiting. Management didn’t really approve of the boys being out in public alone but after a lot of convincing from Namjoon that they could handle it and wouldn’t be out long or be seen, they agreed. 

While the boys are on the way to the park, Minjee is just arriving. She pauses from her run and takes a break, deciding it’ll be best if she found a convenience store for her to buy water. Her breaths are coming out quick and a bit heavy due to the amount of jogging she just did. 

The streets are busy, per usual since it is Seoul after all. However, since it is early there aren’t really as many people out as there would be if it was the daytime. The later is got the more lively it will become.

Since Minjee isn’t really a people person she liked to steer clear from areas that carried a lot of people. Hence why she jogs at daybreak because there isn’t a lot of people at the park or on the streets. Well, what she views to be a lot anyways.

As Minjee walks into the convenience store, Namjoon and Hoseok are pulling up to the park. “We’ll be done in about an hour,” Namjoon informs the driver who nods through the rearview mirror. The boys put the face mask, that partially hides their faces, on. 

“It’s so early,” Hoseok mutters while squinting his eyes through his sunglasses despite the sun not even being up yet. “I can’t believe you wake up early to do this, though I think I’m starting to understand it because of the scenery.”

“It’s different right?” Namjoon looks over at the older out of the two of them, smiling fondly. Hoseok only nods, too caught up in his surroundings to really speak.

Within minutes, Namjoon and Hoseok rent the park bikes for forty-five minutes. Minjee is finishing the water she just purchased and is jogging back to the park. She has about another twenty minutes before the sun starts to rise so she needs to make it quick. Adding on to that fact, she still has to jog home.

Fifteen minutes go by in a blur as Minjee runs the walking paths on the park and the two boys ride their bikes on the trail. 

Minjee pulls out her phone and slows down her jog to check the time. Doing this she doesn’t realize the oncoming distracted biker. “I think I need to adjust my bike again,” Namjoon mutters to himself and looks down at his seat for a second.

A second is all it took.

“Hey! Watch where you’re going, your bike almost hit me!” Minjee yells in shock after almost being hit by a bike. A freaking bike, the girl thinks to herself in disbelief. 

Namjoon puts his bike to a stop quickly, looking at the girl with wide eyes. He can’t believe he was paying such little attention to almost having hit someone with the bike. Its times like this he is glad he doesn’t have a driver’s license or own a car.

“I’m so sorry, I-I didn’t even see you coming,” Namjoon is stuttering over his words at the suddenness of the situation. He quickly glances over his shoulder to see Hoseok a good distance from him. 

Minjee catches the eye of the man when he turns back to her. She immediately closes her mouth at his intense eyes that seem unsure. That’s pretty much all she can see since he is wearing a face mask that covers his nose and lips. But those eyes were enough to shut her up.

Namjoon’s eyes widen slightly when fully looking at the girl. He takes in her flushed face from what he presumes to be from jogging. Her lips are pursed disapprovingly and eyebrows narrowed down, making her look more cute than intimidating. The ponytail that her hair is up in looks like it could crop any moment now. After scanning over her attire, Namjoon realizes that she was running. He also realizes something else.

She is insanely beautiful.

“Are you okay?” Namjoon asks after getting over his shock. He steps off his bike and places it on a tree that happens to be beside him. Without thinking, he removes his mask so it rests under his chin.

“I-” Minjee stops speaking when seeing who it is she is talking to. Her own eyes go as wide as saucers. “Holy shit,” she whispers and Namjoon is confused for a second. Minjee continues to look at the leader of BTS with her mouth open in awe.

Minjee doesn’t know much about BTS but she does know what the members look like. She knows this is Kim Namjoon, otherwise known as RM of BTS. She doesn’t know if shes currently fangirling over his height, voice, or his looks. Everything about him up close just doesn’t seem real. 

It takes Namjoon a solid minute to figure out why this girl is looking at him in a daze. He curses himself out ten times in his head when realizing that he took his mask off. This is not at all how he envisioned his morning going.

“No, wait!” Minjee stops Namjoon before he could put his mask on and take off away from her. One of his eyebrows raises at one of her small hands on his arm. “I’m sorry if I just freaked you out but I swear I’m not going to fangirl and scream your location to everybody.”

Namjoon still seems a bit unsure though so Minjee releases her light grip on his arm, retreating to rest her hands clasped in front of her. “My name is Lee Minjee,” she introduces after another second of silence. “I’ll leave right now like nothing happened if it’ll calm you down.”

“No, no it’s fine,” Namjoon quicky says, almost as if he doesn’t want her to leave. Minjee is starting to get that nervous feeling creeping up her neck uncomfortably with talking to a stranger. She knows he means no harm but she couldn’t help but squeeze her hands together and rock on both feet a little.

“You should probably put your mask back on,” Minjee suggests in a quiet voice and her eyes light up when seeing Namjoon’s smile as he lifts his masks from underneath his chin. It’s truly a sight to see with his cheeks flushing pink and dimples popping deeply on both sides. 

“I’m sorry about this Minjee,” Namjoon repeats from earlier and rubs the back of his neck, nervous himself. “Are you okay though? You never answered me earlier.”

“I’m fine thank you,” Minjee smiles up at him shyly which is a stark contrast to her yelling at him not even seen minutes ago. “And I’m sorry for practically biting your head off,” Minjee apologizes next causing the bot of them to release laughter. Minjee feels herself relaxing the more she looks at Namjoon and hears his voice.

Namjoon smiling at Minjee made him realize te Hoseok should be catching up now. He turns his head again to see where Hoseok is to see him about to approach the two.”Okay, look uh I have to go but it was nice meeting you even though I almost hit you- which I’m sorry about too. I think people have already snapped my picture but I promise I’ll find a way to make it up to you,” Namjoon is saying this all quickly and at once as he lifts his bike from the tree and gets on it.

“How will you find me?” Minjee asks in a voice that sounds too hopeful for her liking but she couldn’t help it. Namjoon looks back at the beautiful girl with his eyes smiling for him.

“I’ll find a way.”

And with that, Namjoon is riding back to Hoseok and Minjee is jogging off with a lingering smile on her face. The only thoughts on their mind are each other as daybreak finally ends and the sun rises fully.

[sombreboy]

Love Maze »13

Previous  » Next Series Masterlist ▎ 18+ ▎ pairing: Taehyung x Jungkook ▎ genre: School AU, crack humor, smut, angst, ETL, slow burn, fluff. ▎ word count: 3.8k ▎ ch.warnings: cursing, just two boys that are dumb for and to each other, fluffy fluff, jealousy, light angst, DUMB ARGUMENTS CMON BOYS GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER.

Co-writer: @velvetwicebang​​ ♡♡♡

“Kook.. it’s too early.” Tae grumpily groaned, the ringing sound of the alarm hitting his still muffled ears.

After a few minutes of blankly staring off into the wall across from him, he pushed the covers to the side, joining his boyfriend in a morning shower.

God, he couldn’t wait till after school. That was the only thought running through his head, the warm shower helping awake every fibre from within him.

''Good morning!'' Kook chirped, as usual his way too energetic and happy morning mood was a huge contrast to Taehyung's sluggish, sleepy demeanor.

The younger didn't hesitate to grab his boyfriend to pull him closer, giving him more space underneath the stream of hot water, 

''I thought you'd sleep in a little longer, but I'm glad you decided to join~'' He smiled, reaching for the soap as he handed it to Tae.

Call Jungkook picky, but he did enjoy it when the elder smelled like his soap.. It was a mild scent, the younger's favourite as it did not cover one's natural scent, merely enhanced it with an unperfumed, soapy smell. His nose was rather sensitive.

Taehyung slowly slathered his body with the bar of soap, the fatigue making him slothful.

Tae’s eyelids threatened to fall shut nearly every other second, but he simply guided his puffy face under the shower, allowing the stream of water to wash away any remaining trace of drowsiness. Surprisingly, a nice, warm shower in the mornings sure did the trick. 

He might have to join his boyfriend more often.

“Kook, come ooon!” Taehyung called out from his spot on the floor, double-knotting the laces of his shoes while he waited for Jungkook to meet him by the door, getting up on his feet to carelessly throw his backpack over his shoulder.

He couldn't wait/ to get practice done and over with, it’ll give Tae an excuse to ignore his lectures and daydream about his upcoming date with Jungkook.

~~~

They managed to arrive to practice on schedule, giving them plenty of time to get dressed and chatter amongst themselves.

“Jungkookie, someone had fun last night, hmm~?” 

Jimin teasingly wiggled his brows, pointing at the hickeys on the younger’s neck.

“Damn, Tae.. you did that?! Are you a vacuum?”

Taehyung hastily shushed Jin’s loud mouth, pressing his index finger against his hyung’s lips.

“Don’t be so loud! But.. yeah. I did that.” He rolled his eyes, finally withdrawing his finger.

With one look at his boyfriend’s direction, a proud smirk crept up on his lips. 

It felt good— that their friends knew who Jungkook belonged to.

“Woah, Joon.. are you even Joon?”

The Captain waltzed in looking like a hot mess; his usually slick hair was far from neat, and the clear lack of sleep showed in the form of his prominent eye bags.

Namjoon glared at Hoseok, plopping down onto the nearby bench with a hoarse groan, not uttering a word.

“Hyung, were you that drunk last night?” Taehyung questioned, the sight being completely new to him.

“Drunk? Joon was drunk? Why was he drunk? He never drinks.” Yoongi shot one question after the other, mirroring the look of puzzlement that everyone else seemed to have in common.

“He asked a girl out.” Tae playfully shook Namjoon by the shoulders, a proud ‘bro’ smile adorning his face.

“And that’s why he’s drunk? I don’t get it—“

“Don’t ruin the moment, Yoongi! This is a big step for Joon, he’s never even spoken to a girl before.” Jin poked fun while at the same time meaning each and every word, suddenly curious about who this ‘girl’ was.

Jungkook had a flustered smile on his face from the comments about his hickeys. Shit, he had even forgotten they were there, adorning his neck all the way down to his chest... He loved them, though. He loved what they represented. And the fact that Taehyung admitted to it with a rather cheeky grin, it was the icing on the cake. Tae really had grown so much to become more comfortable with himself and his relationship with the younger.

However, his attention, just like the rest of the groups, shifted to Namjoon as soon as he entered, looking like he had a rather eventful night.

Honestly, he looked like shit.

Kim Namjoon, the most put together man there is (despite the fact that he's a total klutz and a dork), looked like he had attended a frat party of his own.

Namjoon combed his fingers through his mess of a hairstyle, somewhat managing to calm down the einstein-inspired hairstyle he was rocking, groaning when jin shook his body, 

''Stooop, don't shake me...'' He was still incredibly sluggish, incredibly tired. Last night was probably the most nerve wrecking nights of his life, and  he only remembers half of it. 

Fuck, what was even her reaction to his confession?

“Dude, what even happened?” Taehyung was the first one who dared to ask the question on everybody’s mind. He eyed Namjoon with clear uncertainty, his playful demeanor wearing off the longer the silence dragged itself. Did Jisoo reject him? Is that why Joon looked so poorly?

“I fucked up,” was all Namjoon offered as an answer, rubbing at his tired eyes to give himself an excuse to not meet his teammates’ very own alert ones.

“Go on.” Hoseok ushered, suddenly more intrigued than before.

Namjoon wearily looked up at Taehyung, occasionally glancing towards Jungkook as if he was scared to get a scolding from the younger. Jisoo and Kook were friends, and that terrified him. With the exhale of a soft sigh, Joon went out with it.

“After I helped Jisoo noona move in her stuff, we celebrated by having a couple of drinks in her apartment—“

“The drunk texting,” Tae noted, urging Namjoon to continue.

“Yeah.. the drunk texting. Anyways.. uh, after I confessed.. since we were both a little tipsy, it kind of just happened?” Joon stated, although it sounded more like a question. He didn’t bother on specifying what ‘it’ was, having confidence in his friends’ ability to pick up on cues.

“First of all— I’m against partaking in any sexual acts before the third date, just to make myself clear. But.. alcohol happened.” The boy gently tugged at his messy hair, dreading having to say what came next, “Long story short, but in the middle of it I told her how I was surprised at how.. how tight she was.” Fuck, Namjoon was a tomato by this point.

“And shit I feel like the biggest dick out there but.. I told her that I was taken aback because usually women who give birth are— you know, loose or whatever? I officially hate myself.”

All were wide eyed, and Taehyung felt like knocking some common sense into his hyung.

That was fucked up.

“Wait.. she has a baby?!” Jimin barged into the conversation, having trouble processing everything he’d just been fed.

Jungkook clenched his jaw, unfortunately letting his body speak for him when he strode up to pull Namjoon in by his collar, eyebrows drawn together.

''What the fuck is wrong with you!?''

Kook's temper wasn't the best as of late, and he really cared about his noona. She had told him about her hardships with past men, and even if Joon was drunk, even if he truly is capable of being such a sweetheart.... He did her so wrong!

It made Jungkook feel guilty on his behalf.

''Whoa, Jungkookie, chill!'' Hoseok ran up to grab the younger, but Kook was always too strong, keeping a steadfast hold onto his captain, his eyes stern.

''Kook, let go!''

''You need to apologise to her!'' Jungkook continued, his nostrils flaring with frustration.

''Ah, Kook..'' Joon held his hands up, not at all in the mood to get into a fight. Even though he probably deserved a punch in the face. Even he knew that. ''I-I was drunk, I..I know it was dumb! I will..''

Jungkook sighed before he roughly let go of Namjoon in the form of a shove, causing the elder to stumble back on his legs, caught by Hoseok and Yoongi.

Kook was so caught up in his own anger that he didn't even notice the both startled and confused looks from his hyungs-- some even understanding. But why did he get that upset?

Noona was just... very important to him. She deserved the best and nothing less.

Taehyung was startled by his boyfriend’s sharp reaction, one hand discretely grasping onto Jungkook’s waist while the younger put Namjoon in his place; Tae didn’t want the situation to escalate, and at this rate, the chance of that happening was up there.

He didn’t have to know Jisoo well enough to realize that what Joon said was fucked up. But apparently, it stirred a bigger explosion from Jungkook.

The elder could see how much of a bond they’d created during those dreadful days spent away from Kook. Kook was hurting— because of him.

If anything, Taehyung owed Jisoo a ‘thank you’ for taking care of him.

He was glad that his boyfriend had someone else to confide in. Tae was aware of himself; the elder knew he was bound to fuck up more times than not.

“Kook, think about our date, alright?” He quietly uttered to his boyfriend during their stretches, noticing how Jungkook’s anger had yet to subside.

Taehyung leaned in closer to his boyfriend’s ear, hoping to be the one who pulls him out of it.

“I bought you something..” He looked into his eyes, smiling in mischief.

“Well, I still have to buy it but.. same thing. I heard you say how much you like them!”

Jungkook's tightly knit eyebrows slowly came loose at Taehyung's words, stretching his back as their eyes met.

''Something for me?'' He pursed his lips, a small smiley pout growing on them. He pondered about what it could be that Tae remembers him saying that he likes so much. He couldn't even remember himself.... He likes a lot of things.

''I'm excited...'' He easily felt better, his mood eased up-- even though his worry for Jisoo was ingrained in the back of his mind. He really had to check on her when he was able to... But today was too important, he was going on a date with his boyfriend-- Their first real date.

Sorry, Jisoo... He promised to himself that he would bring her something homecooked to make up for his own guilt. Hopefully she will be okay.

''I can't wait to see what it could be, Tae~hyung~ie'' He winked before he started to walk towards the court to begin practice, shooting a glare Namjoon's way, causing the elder to swallow tightly in guilt.

At the sound of his nickname coming from Jungkook’s mouth, Tae bit down on his lip to prevent a cheeky grin from appearing, amused as he followed Kook’s figure with focused eyes— gaze shamelessly lingering on his boyfriend’s ass, noting how good it looked in those basketball shorts. God, that boy was going to be the death of him one day..

The school day got done slower than he would’ve liked, most likely because Taehyung was nearly bouncing on his seat at every one of his classes, counting down the seconds until he could see Jungkook again. Thankfully, it didn’t drag on forever, as he was settled in the familiar, stuffy common room; peeking his head over the students’ heads to catch a glimpse of Kook.

As if it was the most common routine by now, Jungkook jogged through the hallways as soon as class ended to make his way towards the common area, eyes as always searching for the familiar face. As soon as he spots Taehyung rocking back and forth on his feet on the exact same spot as always, Jungkook's jog turns into a sprint, his toothy grin growing, causing some heads to turn wondering what the hell he was so happy for.

Honestly, Kook was just really happy that he was able to express that he was, in fact happy to see his boyfriend-- able to run up to him with a smile and looping his arm around Tae's, tugging at him to get the fuck out of school, ''Let's go, go go!''

After wiping the huge smile off his face, Tae began to list out the day’s plans in detail.

“I’m gonna drop you off at your place, then I’ll go to mine and attempt to look even more handsome for you,” he chuckled at that, “pick up your gift.. and then we’ll get going to our first destination.” The elder unlocked the doors of his car, getting situated in his seat.

“does around seven sound good?” Truthfully, Taehyung thought he was a damn good date planner. The Kim Taehyung of yesterday would’ve never seen this coming, but here he was, praising himself for his character development.

Jungkook nodded with every instruction, a smile growing wider and wider-- as if that was even possible.

''Okay!'' He chirped, hopping into the car like a child who's finally gonna go get Mcdonalds-- which in all honesty, he wouldn't mind either.

''Ahh, would it really be possible for you to get more handsome than this? I will need an inhaler.'' Jungkook jokes, but there was truth in his words. Taehyung had gotten more handsome lately, and Kook was sure it was because of his personal development. Tae really had grown so much since the very day they started to explore each other. It was insane, honestly, and it made the younger so proud. He wonders if he also grew just as much-- but he doubted it. Taehyung had changed the most-- yet not.

After Taehyung came to a gradual stop in front of Jungkook’s apartment building, Taehyung bid the boy a sweet farewell.

He tried not to speed as he drove off to his house. However, his foot found itself pressing down a little harder on the accelerator, too eager to see him once again. 

For the first time, Tae was actually looking forward to stepping foot in that place. 

His father was still at work, and it meant that he would be able to get ready without the fear of the unpredictable. Taehyung could breathe.

The elder settled for taking a warm shower, cleansing away all of his worries with a mild-scented soap, even opting for reaching towards the forgotten face wash.

‘Innisfree’.

As he massaged gentle circles onto his sun-kissed skin, Tae chuckled to himself. Here he was, actually washing his face— and for what?

To impress Jungkook, of course.

The elder hummed a quiet melody under his breath, studying his reflection through the mirror which was fogged up from the shower, drying himself with a spare towel before slipping on some clean briefs. He ruffled his black hair, a few damp strands falling down to his brown eyes.

Taehyung walked over to his room, rummaging through his closet in hopes of finding something somewhat decent, perhaps not one of his typical sweatshirts and sweatpants.

He decided on a rolled-cuff black tee, the thin fabric sitting nicely on top of his broad chest, doing more than a nice job of accentuating the toned muscles in his upper arms.

To go with it, Tae aimed for a pair of tight fitting jeans; black, of course. One that hugged around his thighs like a dream. And to top it all of, he clasped a slick, black belt around the hoops of his jeans— after he smacked the palm of his hand with it a couple times, just for the hell of it..

He took one last, hard look into the mirror, seeming content with his appearance as he smoothed his fingers over his tousled hair, finding it fitting for the look he was aiming for. Which was.. black. Just black.

Taehyung reached for his keys, shutting the door behind him and jogging towards his car.

‘Almost there..’ He reminded, his impatience peeking through the cracks.

When he finally had Jungkook’s gift in his hand, that’s when everything began to sink in.

They were going on their first date. The one thing he was preparing for was just minutes away!

Without him even knowing, Tae’s lips morphed into a giddy smile.

“Shit.. okay. You can do it, Taehyung.” The boy talked himself through it outside of Kook’s door, not even knowing why he was so nervous. 

After a soft inhale, his knuckles drummed against the wooden surface, feeling like a thirteen-year-old girl as he waited to see Jungkook’s face.

When he did.. Tae’s mouth jaw went slack.

 A low “Fuck, you look so pretty,” slipped past his lips, eyes taking their time skimming down his boyfriend’s figure.

He’d almost forgotten about his gift--almost.

“Oh, uh, yeah.. I uhm, I got you this.” 

The hand that was previously hidden behind his back extended itself out to Jungkook, holding on to a bouquet of all different kinds of flowers.

“I didn’t know which one you’d like best, so I picked out the prettiest ones in my opinion..”

The further Taehyung spoke, the more embarrassed he became.

“Also, I know your nose is sensitive and all, so.. these shouldn’t smell too strong?”

The elder nervously scratched at his nape, turning into a flustered mess.

Jungkook had anxiously prepared as well, not sure exactly what he was supposed to wear.

But, feeling like he would know Taehyung fairly well, put together yet casual would be enough.

So, he opted for a black long sleeve, just tight enough to show off his muscular torso, matched with a pair of blue ripped jeans, snugly hugging his ass-- that he knows Tae will love staring at throughout the night, adorned with a belt nicely hugging his smaller waist, shirt tucked into his pants to make him look even more delicious.

Maybe it was a bit intentional, he wanted the elder to gasp.

As he heard the knock, he quickly opened the door with a smile--and as he anticipated, Taehyung was in awe, if the whispered praise was anything to go by.

Now, Jungkook was just as in awe, his mouth hanging open at how gorgeous Taehyung was.

He's never dressed up this way before, at least not with the younger around-- normally it was sweatpants, but this? Taehyung looked incredible.... Kook would lie if he said his mouth wasn't watering at the mere sight.

Another gasp allowed itself to leave Jungkook's lips when his boyfriend handed him a beautiful bouquet, colourful and in an odd mix-- but it was so, so sweet...So Taehyung.

''Ah, for real?'' Jungkook felt so emotional it was almost pitiful, reaching out to grasp the flowers into his own hands, pressing them to his nose to smell them. It was a mild scent-- he liked it. Taehyung remembered such a small detail about him, it had the younger giddy and emotional at the same time, a deep blush creeping on his cheeks as he looked up at his boyfriend,

''Thank you...ah, I love this.. Hold on, let me put them in water before we go!'' He took Taehyung's hand as he led them inside before practically jumping towards the kitchen to find a vase to put the flowers in by the kitchen counter. He took a moment to admire them, his first time receiving flowers.

Just as Jungkook imagined, Taehyung was infatuated with the youngers round ass. 

Suddenly, those pairs of blue jeans became his favorite piece of clothing that his boyfriend owned. What he’d do to see Kook flaunt them around more often..

Giving his butt a playful smack, Taehyung closed the distance between them. He snuck up behind Jungkook, craning his neck slightly to look at the side of Kook’s face from over the younger’s shoulder.

“Yah. You’re not gonna cry, are you?” Tae deadpanned, nevertheless delighted that Kook adored the flowers. They varied in colors, and some of them seemed a bit out of place next to one another, but.. each one was beautiful on its own.

“Guess what,” Taehyung perked up, “I washed my face today. For you.”

He didn’t know what the reason was for admitting that, but he did.

The elder felt comfortable enough around his boyfriend to tell him useless things.

“Although my skin feels kinda itchy.”

Jungkook turned on his spot, back leaned against the counter as his hands found the bold courage to settle on Taehyung's hips.

"I might cry, you bring me flowers, AND you washed your face?" Jungkook shakes his head with a smile, his hands squeezing taes sides as he takes a good look at the elders appearance. He looked too good to be true.

"You're gonna go out like this? I'll have to fend off horny girls every second, huh.." 

it was a lighthearted joke, but a part of him did feel jealous of whoever got to see him like this that wasn't him. But, then again, it would be fun to show him off-- now that they don't have to hide their relationship.

Jungkook leaned in closer to smell Taehyung's face, humming in approval before giving his cheek a kiss, "I like it, you smell really nice....shall we go?"

Taehyung clasped his boyfriend’s smaller hand in his, guiding him towards the door, in a hurry to officially commence their date.

“Those horny girls aren’t you, Kook.” He nudged Jungkook’s shoulder with his, hurrying to open up the door to the passenger seat like a true gentleman, extending out his arm in an over-dramatic fashion.

It was safe to say, he cringed at his own actions, but Tae pushed them to the back burner as he started the car, lastly glancing at Jungkook’s direction before driving off towards the destination of their night.

~~~

“Here we are, heaven on earth!” The elder exclaimed once they stopped in front of the brightly lit arcade, his inner gamer oozing to the surface.

If there was one thing his boyfriend and him shared in common, it was their love for video games.

Taehyung deemed this a perfect spot! Also, he really wanted to get back at Kook for that time the latter beat him at a game— when they shared their first kiss.

Jungkook pressed his nose against the window, big doe eyes sparkling as they reflect the neon sign outside of the bright arcade, instantly recognizing the place.

A part of him felt the odd memory of being brought here by Ash trying to creep up on him, but he quickly stomped it to the back of his head--- one place simply can't be ruined because of one person.

He was here with Taehyung, and Kook loves this place.

And adores Taehyung.

Jungkook smiles so wide he swears his cheeks were hurting before throwing himself over at his boyfriend in a hug, and they haven't even gotten out of the car yet,

''I'm so excited!!!'' He withdraws, basically vibrating in his seat, ''I will beat you in every single game in there, and--- you will owe me a kiss.'' he pouts with a smile, a reference to their first video game battle, resulting in, as previously mentioned, their first kiss.

Taehyung shoves the car keys into his pockets, walking alongside his overexcited boyfriend before pushing on the door to the arcade.

They were greeted by busy chatter, booming noises coming from the different kinds of games, a kid bawling because he didn’t have enough tickets to buy a set of silly cards— Tae forgot how busy this place was.

Yet somehow, he felt as if they were the only ones.

The elder turned to look at Jungkook, smirking at his initial confusion.

“You will beat me in every single game, my ass.” Taehyung quoted, having overflowing confidence in his skills.

“Come on, let’s go get some tokens.”

Taehyung found himself subconsciously leaning into his boyfriend’s face, wanting to press a gentle kiss to the boy’s lips when a group of guys walked past them, causing Taehyung to pull back in a state of panic. He didn’t think he made it too obvious, but there were too many unfamiliar faces surrounding them.

For now, he’d stick to: ‘a light brush of their shoulders’.

Tae inserted someone else’s cash into the machine— his father’s.

He’d previously found it laying somewhere around the house, thinking the man wouldn’t notice since he didn’t seem to be sober most of the time.

It wasn’t that much anyways.. just enough to ensure Taehyung a good time.

He was going to replace it one day.. but for now, he was focused on spending a fun night with his boyfriend.

What Tae might've missed, was that Jungkook did notice the way Tae had leaned in for a kiss, but just as quickly had pulled back, and it was a lie if the younger said it wasn't a little... annoying?

But he shrugged it off, it was nothing. He didn't want to cause any unnecessary drama over nothing, tonight was all about having fun together.

As they finally made it to the first game that Jungkook had chosen, a zombie game with plastic toy guns, he handed one over to Taehyung with a shit eating grin,

''Whoever kills the most zombies gets to choose the next game.''

He knew his skills were unmatched on this game, the top high score blaring on the screen had been 'JK' for the longest time, ready to beat it this time around.

“Oh yeah?” Taehyung challenged with a quirk of his brow, aware he had some competition but it was nothing he couldn’t handle.

Soon that ‘JK’ would turn into a ‘KTH’, mark his words.

“Get ready to shoot some baskets, then.”

The elder winked, already knowing what game they were going to play next.

Tae got a feel of the plastic toy gun in his hands, inserting a token into the machine and stepping back in a put stance.

After the countdown had finished— brain-lusting zombies rushing towards them through the screen, Taehyung cheekily pinched at his boyfriend’s side.

His infectious laughter chimed in amusement, and Tae immediately took advantage of the short but valuable seconds that Jungkook spent scolding him.

“Fuck yeah! I’m ahead of you so far!” The elder victoriously announced, unaware of the glaring mother covering her kid’s ears from behind, silently cursing out ‘teenagers and their foul language.’

Maybe he could get a little way too intrigued in these games..

“Shit— there’s a lot of them.”

"Hey! Not.. fair!" Jungkook grinned, not actually upset as he tried is damned best to catch up-- his smile growing even further at the profanities leaving his boyfriend's mouth. It was definitely a good sign that he was finally loosening up, having fun without restricting himself. So, he'd rather take a happy taehyung with an angry mother lingering in the back than a quiet Taehyung any day.

As the game finally came to an end, Jungkook had claimed his victory as the ultimate zombie slayer, forever unbeatable-- even by Taehyung.

Well, at least in this game.

"Not even a headstart helped you," kook teased as he pointed the toy gun towards tae, poking him in the stomach, "but I'll let you pick the next game anyway, because--" he didn't finish his sentence, but merely gestured a small finger heart his way, a pouty smile to top it off.

“Whatever..” Much like a sore loser, the runner-up huffed in defeat.

Taehyung sat the toy gun back in its place, planning on sulking some more when his eyes landed on his boyfriend’s finger heart.

Naturally, his frown ceased to exist for a second longer.

“Don’t try to bribe me with your aegyo.. because you’re damn succeeding.”

Tae carefully studied their surroundings, gently pushing Jungkook’s gun away from his stomach before inclining towards the younger.

Taehyung wanted to kiss him, but there was something holding him back. He mirrored a bobble head, leaning in but backing out just as quick.

Taehyung really wanted to kiss him.

Suddenly, his set gaze fell on a photo-booth facing Kook’s back. And with a bold smile, his set gaze focused back on his boyfriend.

“Let’s take a couple pictures.”

He discreetly grabbed Jungkook by the hand, pulling the curtain of the booth aside and stepping in, making room for Kook in the tight space.

Almost instantly, the elder cupped the other boy’s face, making his lips jut out like a fish before breaking the small distance between them.

He was gentle, steadying his pace as he kissed his boyfriend, their noses brushing against one another.

Jungkook joyfully followed along, letting himself be guided into the small space of the photobooth. It was narrow, but-- not that he'd mind being pressed up against his boyfriend.

''What are yo--pff'' His cheeks were squished together by Taehyung, eyebrows drawn together in an attempt to look angry, but with his lips pouting like a fish, it looked nothing but adorable.

Kook relaxed in the elders hold when their lips met, his own hands reaching up to hold Tae's wrists, just letting them sit there until they withdrew from their kiss. He gently pulled Taehyung's hands away from his squished to free himself from the fate of looking like a total dork, before leaning in once more to kiss his boyfriend on the nose,

''You sure you wanted to take photos?'' he was ever the teaser, but if he didn't-- would he even be Jeon Jungkook?

''Let's take some, we can keep a few each...'' Jungkook smiled, scrambling in his pockets for leftover change. So far, Taehyung had paid for everything-- even if it was just for games, and this for some cheap photos, he just wasn't the type to let himself be too spoiled.

And he already was incredibly spoiled by Taehyung today.

 Tae nodded his head, swinging an arm around Jungkook’s shoulders to pull him closer.

“Yeah, I’m sure.” He rolled his eyes, aware of his boyfriend’s teasing intentions. Outside or inside of the bedroom, the elder was used to it.

Once Kook inserted some loose change into the machine, Taehyung squinted his eyes, staring at the abundant amount of options for filters.

It was a bit overwhelming, but he settled for one with hearts.

Saying, “this is so cheesy, let’s do it,” to play it off as a joke, but even Tae knew he sucked at being sneaky.

Jungkook's toothy grin grew, Taehyung's attempt at sneakily picking a cheesy filter was too adorable. But he said nothing, because he too kind of wanted something cheesy-- he is weak for cuteness.

As the counter went down, they ended up with a variety of photos; from silly faces, to one where Kook pulls at Taehyung's cheeks to make him smile wider, earning a small eye roll from the elder. Even a somewhat normal one where they simply held each other close, both smiling at the camera.

But, Jungkook's favourite one would be the last one, where he nuzzled himself close to his boyfriend, cheeks pressed together. Kook's scrunchy smile was genuine, and he felt warm all over, this was definitely going to be one of his most unforgettable moments with the man.

And, luckily, it was all caught on picture.

Jungkook jumped as the photos printed out, tugging it out of the machine to inspect them.

‘'Cute! Look at youuu!''

Taehyung got a hold of the second copy, looking over it closely with a soft blush.

Ah, he felt mushy.

He was pictured smiling in all of them, but on the last shot was where he looked the most carefree.

The boy’s boxy grin was wide, peeking at his boyfriend from the corner of his eyes as their cheeks were practically squished together.

Tae was going to treasure this candid feeling, along with the other shots.

“You look cuter.” The elder sheepishly praised, folding the strip in half and putting it in the clear compartment of his wallet, making sure that last picture was the center of attention.

“Come on, let’s play some more games!”

As the night continued, Kook beat his ass at almost every game.

Taehyung wished he could have acted surprised but.. he admitted it. Jungkook was the better gamer. Of course, he didn’t say that out loud, but internally counts.

“Kook, let’s go eat. Then we can come back. I promise you’ll have more competition when I get some food in my system.”

Tae was starving, and the food they served at the arcade didn’t seem appetizing at all.

There was only one place with better food, and that was McDonald’s.

Jungkook beamed with pride at the fact that he was superior in most of the games, relishing in the fact that Taehyung didn't complain /too/ much about it. Maybe he was becoming a tad bit less of a sore loser, or he was just accepting the fact that Kook was the better gamer.

At the mention of food, Jungkook felt his stomach grumble in agreement, and he replied with a sharp nod, ''Please, I'm starving!''

He hadn't even thought of food until Taehyung brought it up, and together they headed towards the elders familiar car, Kook plopping down in the passenger seat that basically had his assprint permanently engrained on the seat by now, ''What should we eat?''

“You’ll see~” Taehyung turned to look at him with a knowing smirk, aware of where the closest and most meaningful McDonald’s was at.

Truth be told it wasn’t anything fancy, but.. that was them. They didn’t need to spend a lot of money to go to extravagant places.

Taehyung felt as if he’d be able to have a bash nonetheless, plus he’s been craving one of their strawberry milkshakes for a hot minute.

“Here we are..” The elder said once they’d pulled up to the place, parking in the same spot as before.

He glanced over at Jungkook, hoping he was just as thrilled as he was. Taehyung wasn’t excited about the food, per se. He was more so excited about reliving their memories..

Which now that he thought about it— it sounded stupid.

“This was where you asked me to be your boyfriend, so..” Tae shyly reminded, scratching at his nape.

“If you don’t like it, we can go somewhere else? I know there’s a more ‘first date’ appropriate place down the road.” 

Jungkook sat silent for a long moment when he realized where they were, and the meaning of this place. Truthfully, he hadn't been here since that night-- and sitting in this exact same spot, with the same boy-- but how different things were back then. Fuck, it wasnt even that long ago, but it felt like it!

He promised himself not to be a crybaby today, but after hearing Taehyung say 'this was where you asked me to be your boyfriend'', Kook just couldn't control the wave of emotions that hurled over him, his eyes glazed over with a layer of tears. He smiled, though, tightly biting down on his lower lip to prevent it from trembling.

Flowers, Taehyung washed his face and got pretty for him, games, and now this-- even as it was such a small thing, Taehyung remembered all those small things. It made the younger feel so lucky.

''I don't like it....''' Jungkook whispered, not daring to speak too loud in case his voice would break and embarrass him, ''I love it.''

'I love you' Jungkook whispered in his mind, hoping the words could telepathically transfer to Taehyung.

Tae knew he offered his boyfriend someplace else to go, but hearing Kook admit he didn’t like it stung more than he would’ve thought.

“Oh.. well—“ His eyes widened when Jungkook added on to his words, letting out a breath of relief he didn’t know he’d been keeping in.

“Yah.. don’t do that.” The elder whined, playfully hitting him on his shoulder.

“You’re so emotional, baby.” He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, leaning in to press a soft kiss on each one of Jungkook’s eyelids, face cradled in his warm hands.

With a small smile, Taehyung rested his forehead against the younger’s.

“I’m glad you love it,” he whispered ever so gently, thumbs caressing along the cheekbones of his boyfriend’s face.

They stayed in that position for a few seconds, Tae wanting to make sure Jungkook didn’t cry.

Ruining the sweet moment, the elder’s stomach growled.

“I’ll cuddle you as much as you want later, but.. now I’m kinda hungry.”

He giggled, withdrawing his hold on Kook’s face.

“C’mon, let’s eat! I want a burger.”

''I could eat two, seriously...'' Jungkook added, his entire soul vibrating with the affection he felt for his boyfriend. Who kisses the tears away before they even come? Taehyung did.

''Can I have... one of those chocolate milkshakes...'' Jungkook asked coyly, his doe eyes finally coming to good use to maybe get something he really, really wanted. Just this once.

“You can have whatever you want, Kook.” The elder assured, not needing to look into Jungkook’s puppy eyes to give his boyfriend what he wanted. Just the sound of his voice was enough, but of course.. his doe eyes only added to his charm. “I’m treating you tonight.”

Once they ordered what their stomachs were craving for, Taehyung waited for their food whilst staring out of the window.

The sky was unbelievably gorgeous tonight, and Tae found it fitting if they gazed at the cluster of stars.

It was as if the whole universe was on their side, making sure this night compared to the first.

“Thanks.” Tae stuffed the wallet in his back pocket, thanking the worker behind the counter and grabbing both of the bags that contained their food, balancing the two milkshakes in his other hand.

With a low groan, Taehyung freely situated himself in his usual seat, closing the door before handing Jungkook his drink, already sipping on his own.

“Fuck, they make the /best/ strawberry milkshakes.” He hummed in content, digging in his bag for his cheeseburger.

“How’s your high-class dinner?”

Taehyung joked, chuckling through a mouthful.

Jungkook was already a mouthful into his burger as well, an enthusiastic nod serving as a reply as he smiled, cheeks puffed up with his dinner. He swallowed it down with his chocolate milkshake-- odd taste combination to most, but kook was also quite the oddball.

"Nothing beats a greasy burger and a milkshake, honestly-- it's the best." He groaned before taking another bite, his Burger long gone within the next minute, sucking his fingertips clean from the sauce.

The younger glances over at Taehyung's milkshake, leaning in with his mouth open,"Can I taste it?"

“Hm.” Tae guides the straw to Jungkook’s lips, popping a handful of salty fries into his mouth.

“Good, right.” The elder asked, but it sounded more like a statement.

He absolutely loved anything with strawberries— always had.

Taehyung went in for another drink of his milkshake, eyes nearly rolling to the back of his head from how tasty it was.

Maybe he was biased, but this was the best shake in the world.

With a hearty sigh, Tae comfortably leaned back in his seat, staring out of the window to a sea of bright stars.

“I’m having fun.. with you.” The boy turned his head towards his boyfriend, reaching over to squeeze the younger’s thigh.

“Are you having fun..? With me?”

Jungkook hummed in agreement, the strawberry milkshake was indeed amazing. However, he knew that was Taehyung's favourite, and Kook always preferred chocolate. But, the more he learned about his boyfriend, the better. it was cute, and now there was no chance of them ever fighting over who gets what milkshake. Just the thought made the younger smile a bit.

The sigh pushing through Taehyung's lips drew the younger's attention towards him, eyes fluttering at the sensation of Tae's large fingers pressing against his thigh. Kook leaned back further in his seat as well, head resting against the seat as his doe eyes admired the view that was his boyfriend,

''I'm having a lot of fun..'' A soft sigh of contentment left him, ''I love being with you.''

That was one way to get the word out, one way or the other. He swore he was going to explode if he didn't say it more often... And he wondered if Taehyung would ever say it back.

Taehyung couldn’t not smile at that.

“You’re not that terrible to be around with, either..” He said through a beaming grin, leaning over from his seat to place a chaste kiss on the other’s lips.

Tae popped in another fry into his mouth, offering the last few to his boyfriend before subconsciously wiping his greasy fingertips on the fabric of his jeans.

God, he so wasn’t used to this. At least it was black.

“You ready to go back? I’m ready to redeem myself.” He winked, challenging Jungkook to another game-duel.

Secretly, Taehyung didn’t really mind if he won or not— even he found that surprising.

What mattered was that they received tickets nonetheless, and the elder was saving them up to get Kook whatever he wanted from the gift shop.

It was childish, but he wanted Jungkook to remember this night.

Jungkook internally sighed a bit at the 'not terrible to be around', but he didn't say anything about it. It was Tae, he did his best-- and this entire night spoke louder than any words.. even if he really, really wished for them.

Shrugging his negative thoughts off, he pats his stomach with a growing smile, this one mischievous, "You bet I am." He turns to his boyfriend, reaching out to swipe his thumb across Taehyung's lower lip that had a little stain from the milkshake, "I'm excited to see you try."

He spoke about the games, but he was sure that his words had an underlying meaning to them.

“Oh, I’ll try.” Taehyung took one last sip of his milkshake, staining his lips yet again and setting it down in the cup holder.

“And I’ll succeed.”

He reached for his seatbelt, buckling himself in before leaving the McDonald’s parking lot, on his way to make new memories.

“Do you see something you like?” The elder asked Kook after they’d played for a longer while, a bit down that he remained the runner-up; but happy nonetheless.

He leaned over the glass counter, holding tightly onto the receipt with the number of tickets, unaware of the teenage girl’s lustful eyes.

The number was in the thousands, and Taehyung felt confident he would be able to get his boyfriend whatever he wanted.

Jungkooks eyes roamed the prizes hanging around, his expression that of a child asked to choose between their favorite toys. Eventually, his attention kept falling back on a large polar bear plushie,

"I want that one." Kook gestured with his chin towards the plushies direction, a slight blush on his cheeks. He really wanted it.

Taehyung’s eyes followed his boyfriend’s set gaze, a faint smile on his face when he saw the large, fluffy plushie. It was nearly as big as Jungkook, but Tae thought the bigger; the better.

“Then I’ll get it for you.”

The elder said without a doubt, waving at the girl behind the counter, trying to get her attention.

“Y-yes?” She walked up to him with a stutter, a hue of pink flushing along her cheeks.

The unfamiliar woman tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, flirtatiously batting her long eyelashes at Taehyung.

Meanwhile, he paid no mind to her obvious attempts at flirting, feeling uncomfortable with his /boyfriend/ right next to him.

Tae cleared his throat, pointing at the polar bear plushie that was hung up on the wall, “how much is that?”

As if she had the amount engraved in her brain, the girl answered Taehyung without any hesitation.

“2,000 tickets~”

Taehyung glanced down at the amount on paper.

‘1,876’.

Fuck.

“Shit, okay give me a sec.” The elder pulled out his wallet, rummaging around for some extra cash but was disappointed to find out all got spent.

He didn’t have any additional tokens, either.

With his brows furrowed, he tried to think of a way they could leave the arcade with that stuffed animal, and with a smile on Jungkook’s face.

Perhaps that was the most important..

He wasn’t planning on giving up.

“Hey..” Taehyung leaned further on the counter, biting down on his lips. He chuckled, not believing that this what was he settled for.

Kook would understand, this meant nothing. It was just.. simple flirting!

“You’re very pretty, you know that?” His voice was exceptionally deep, and the sound itself was enough to increase the intensity of her blush, the tip of her ears a shade of red.

“Thank you..” The woman giggled, twirling a strand of her hair in between her fingers.

“What does a beautiful girl like you want from me? We’re only a few tickets short, but I really want that plushie.”

She smiled at his sweet words, seeming to think about it for a while.

After the girl made up her mind, she stared intensely into Tae’s eyes, a hint of mischievousness swirling within them.

“Uhm.. you can give me your number?” Her fingers brushed along the elder’s, who did nothing to stop her.

Jungkook was about to open his mouth to tell his boyfriend that it was okay, it was fine, they didn't need the plushie. They could easily save it for next time. But, as his lips fell apart, they just as quickly slammed shut when Taehyung leaned forward to flirt with the girl. The obvious tone in his boyfriend's voice, the deep, irresistible rumble that Jungkook loves to hear... If it was directed towards him. Now, it was complimenting a stranger, who was extremely responsive to the flirting.

What the fuck are you doing, Tae?

That's what Kook wanted to say, but he froze, he couldn't believe what he was witnessing literally in front of him. He stared at them, folding his arms over his chest as a defense mechanism, to feel somewhat grounded as he watched this shit continue, eyes piercing at the way the girl was touching his hand.

Pull away.

He didn't.

Jungkook felt his bad temper flare up, his jaw flexing and unflexing furiously underneath his skin.

The younger had told himself all day to enjoy the moment, to never try to find a reason to be upset with his boyfriend for small things. But this didn't count as small to Kook. No fucking teddybear was worth this.

Taehyung— who was oblivious to Jungkook’s sudden drop in mood— continued to shamelessly flirt with the unfamiliar woman, smirking at her harmless proposition.

“You want my number?” He licked over his lips, a sign that he’d given in.

It wasn’t like he was going to answer.. it was all part of an act.

“Yeah, I really want your number~” She giggled, teasingly mocking Tae’s silly longing for the stuffed animal.

The woman made sure she leaned in close enough, her cleavage peeking from under Taehyung’s traveling eyes.

Still holding eye-contact with the latter, she unclipped the pen that was provocatively hanging on the low collar of her shirt, bottom lip clasped in between her teeth as she slid the pen across the shiny counter.

“Write it down on my palm?”

Tae was a bit taken aback by her request, but he complied nonetheless.

Once again, it was an act.

With a cheeky smile, his slender fingers wrapped around her wrist, pulling her arm closer to him.

“You’re a very daring girl.” He raised a brow, scribbling down a series of numbers on her soft skin.

Taehyung added a, ‘don’t be shy to call me ;)’ as a cherry on top.

She was visibly affected by his message, and after some time, the wanted plushie was in the elder’s hands.

Fucking finally.

“Expect my call..” The girl said, giving him a wink before turning around to help the next customers.

“Yeah.. not gonna happen.” Tae mumbled under his breath, but still winked back at her.

He nudged at his boyfriend’s shoulder, extending the stuffed animal out to him.

“Here you go,” the boy wore the brightest smile, happy that the night ended like he planned.

“Shit.. that is huge.”

Jungkook's piercing glare fell on the teddy bear for a mere second, the sight of it became nothing more than an association of how Taehyung had gotten it. He hated it now.

''I don't want it anymore.'' He hissed out his words, arms still tightly crossed over his chest as he headed towards the exit, not sparing the elder a glance.

As he went outside, heavy steps towards the car before he halted by the door of it, eyes staring at the vehicle. He really wished that his temper wasn't this bad, but it was. He was boiling at this point, his heartbeat so rough in his chest that it almost hurt as he was constantly replaying the scene that went on inside.

He didn't care if it was an act, or if it was truthful, he himself would never do such a thing-- because it's straight up rude, and incredibly hurtful.

Why did he ever think Taehyung would stop doing this?

First Mila, now this stranger. Jungkook's mind swirled, his breath speeding up with every thought, his anxiety mixing into the fury.

He just wanted to go home.

The beaming smile on Taehyung’s face quickly morphed into a deep-rooted frown, lowering his arms in defeat.

The stuffed animal hung sadly at his side, first-handedly experiencing the boy’s deadly grasp as he charged after Jungkook.

“Kook!” He called out, sighing out loud when it was clear that it was no use. His boyfriend was pissed.

“Jungkook, come on..” Taehyung walked around to the passenger side, reaching for the boy’s smaller hand.

“I didn’t mean any of it— uhm..”

He silently cursed himself out for his lazy excuse, remembering the words Jungkook spat at him the last time they fought.

“It was just harmless flirting. I just wanted to get you the stuffed animal you wanted,” Tae reasoned, the night’s gloom making it difficult for him to make out the expression on the younger’s face.

Taehyung anxiously ruffled at his hair, momentarily setting the big plushie on the ground.

“Look at me..” His bigger hands clasped around Kook’s waist, not thinking it was a big deal.

Jungkook's body felt like it weighed a ton at this point, his muscles tensed up and refusing to melt into Taehyung's grasp, arms still tightly holding himself.

''You didn't mean it...'' Kook repeated with a low mumble, rolling the tongue on the inside of his cheek once, twice, three times before he finally looked up at his boyfriend, the younger glare nothing but pissed.

''Do you know how fucking dumb I felt watching that? She was practically eyefucking you, touching you, and you did nothing but indulge in it. For a fucking teddy bear.'' Kook's eyebrows were drawn together, his teeth gritting together at the fresh memory, ''How is it so easy for you to.... do that to a stranger, around all these people, but you can't even...'' he interrupted himself with a sigh, again letting his eyes move away to stare at the street, the temptation of just walking home growing. He was growing sick of feeling like he had to constantly explain to Taehyung that he feels like their relationship isn't taken seriously.

“Yeah, a fucking teddy bear that you wanted, Jungkook!”

Taehyung felt himself begin to grow impatient, hands no longer attached to the other’s waist, now holding onto nothing with whitened knuckles.

He had to remind himself to take it easy..

It was his fault for trying to do something nice. At least that’s how it seemed.

“I’m fucking sorry, okay? I know that shit means nothing to you, but I am.”

Jungkook was so.. emotional, for the lack of a better word.

Why couldn’t the younger look at the good side of things?

“Sorry for flirting with her. It wasn’t like I was gonna act up on it, I thought you’d know that.”

Taehyung’s nostrils flared, the cool breeze brushing the fringe away from his eyes.

“Fuck me for trying to be nice, right?” He scoffed, his temper just as thin as Jungkook’s.

The elder grabbed the stuffed animal from the ground, opening the door to the backseats before carelessly throwing it in.

“I just..” A sigh, “let’s go.”

Just like Jungkook's mood, the sky darkened even further, clouds covering the stars-- and slowly, rain started to trickle down.

His eyes follow Taehyung, letting his hands instead fall to bury them in his pockets.

''How fucking dumb--You don't get it, do you!?'' Kook tried so hard to calm down, but he knew he was already fighting a losing battle with his own emotions at this point, ''What if I started eyefucking some girl right under your nose, huh? Because I wanted something from her? Would you feel good about that?'' Jungkook scoffed, looking up at the sky, taking note that the stars were gone. And instead, replaced by the rain that started to pour down, covering the tears that were threatening to build up in Kook's eyes,

He'd let so many things slide past him regarding Taehyung, all because of his love for him.

Love.

Jungkook screwed his eyes shut, still refusing to get into the car, ''Taehyung, do you even love me?'' He kept his eyes shut, not daring to see Tae's reaction, He meekly whispered out his next words, barely audible for anybody but himself, ''Just tell me you love me, and I'll go with you.''

It shouldn't be that hard, right? Taehyung loves him, right?

“What? I wasn’t eyefucking—“ Taehyung flinched upon feeling a droplet of fresh rain fall on his skin, looking up at the sky whilst one hand shielded his eyes.

Where had all the stars gone..?

A soft scoff slipped past his lips. Maybe the universe was really on their side.

“Whatever,” Taehyung spat, wanting to part ways with Jungkook sooner than later.

Shit, the younger really knew how to push his buttons at times..

He walked around the car, roughly yanking on the door to the driver’s seat.

“Let’s go, it’s raining.” The boy deadpanned, about to shield himself from the never-ending droplets when Jungkook’s abrupt question caused him to freeze in his spot.

With the rain pouring down on them harder than ever, Taehyung didn’t move a muscle, continuing to stare at Kook as if he’d seen a ghost.

“What?” He questioned back, at a loss for any other word.

However, the elder stood his ground.

His jaw tightened, chest heaving with every breath he inhaled.

“I’m not ready to tell you that,”

Jungkook's eyes fluttered open, flinching at the heavy rain that covered up the fact that his tears were finally forcing themselves down his cheeks.

A long sigh followed, muffled by the sound of the rain smattering against the pavement.

Would Taehyung ever be ready?

How long would he need? A month? A year? Never?

Jungkooks chest trembled with his next breath, eyes falling back to Tae. Maybe that was it. He'd never hear it. At least that's what the younger believed.

"You won't ever have to then."

Jungkook was tired. So tired of always wearing his heart on his sleeve for this man, and with everything they've been through-- the elder still didn't love him.

Then what was the point?

"What's the point?" Jungkook voiced out his thoughts, already feeling his feet move on their own to head towards the sidewalk, "I'm over it! I'm over this." He wasn't.

‘You won’t ever have to then.’

Those words struck Taehyung like lightning, hazy mind automatically thinking of the worst.

Was.. was Jungkook on the verge of ending things? No, that couldn’t be.

By now his clothing was damp from the heavy rain, but the itching thoughts completely overruled the elder’s senses.

“A-are you brea—“ Another heavy slap from Kook’s words.

Taehyung didn’t know what to say. He didn’t know what to say to make this— whatever the hell it was between them work.

They’d been going back and forth recently.. it worried him, as it fed Jungkook even more valid excuses to end their confusing relationship.

Harshly shutting the door, Taehyung followed after his distressed boyfriend.

He grabbed him by the shoulder, swiftly turning Kook around to face him.

“What— are you fucking ending things?! What the hell does, ‘I’m over this’ mean? Jungkook, I thought you would be more patient with me!” The elder yelled over the loud sprinkling, practically shaking with every word he threw out into the night. “We’ve only been going out for— I don’t fucking know, not long at all! Why are you so desperate for me to tell you that I love you? Aren’t my actions enough?!”

Jungkook's eyes widened as he was suddenly turned to face Taehyung again, and the distress and temper between the two of them did nothing to help with their situation.

No, kook didn't want things to end. He just needed to get the fuck home for the night. This was too much.

This entire evening was great until Tae flirted with that girl-- that's what he needed space from. Before his temper got the best of him.

"So you want me to judge this by your actions?!" Kook yells back, the attempt at calming down down the drain as his anger flares right back up at the sound of Tae yelling. He takes a step closer, pushing his finger into the elders chest-- a deja vu from their last fight,

"Your actions are either hot and cold, I cant fucking tell! Do you not want me to love you?! Am I that much of an idiot for wanting that? You tell me..." he hisses, "That I'm not patient with you?" He digs his finger deeper into Taes chest before withdrawing, placing his arms around himself to shield from the cold. The familiar ritual of his tongue prodding his cheek comes back, annoyed by everything right now. "I'm too tired for this."

“I never said I didn’t want you to love me,” Taehyung breathed out, voice monotone— no longer passionate compared to a few seconds ago.

Maybe he’s finally gotten it through his thick skull. He was one hell of a disappointment.

“Would you stop putting fucking words in my mouth?” Tae tiredly mumbled, growing weaker the longer they spent fighting.

Truth be told, Tae didn’t want to have to deal with this for the night.

What happens after he sleeps it off? He doesn’t know.

For now, Taehyung just hoped the damage wasn’t permanent.

“Are you walking? Jungkook, just get in the goddamn car..” He pinched at the bridge of his nose, frustrated but worried. It was dark out, not to mention pouring— there was no way he’d let his boyfriend walk home on his own.

Jungkook frowned, about to protest to say he's simply gonna walk home when he was abruptly interrupted by a bright lightning striking in the air, the following rumble that Jungkook absolutely hates causing him to physically shrink in on himself.

Maybe he would take that ride home anyway.

He didn't say anything, but started to walk back towards the car, his feet squishing in his wet sneakers as he did so.

Fucking thunder... it made him want to curl up in Taehyungs arms.

He opened the door as soon as he was able to, slouching in the seat as he slammed the door shut, finally feeling even a tad bit warmer-- and safer from the thunder.

Taehyung watched Jungkook stomp back to the safety of his car, partly glad— partly defeated. Mostly glad. He would’ve never allowed his boyfriend to walk alone at this time of day, no matter how rocky things were between them. To say he didn’t need to use any force on a stubborn Kook was a blessing.

With one last sigh from his lips, Tae walked around to the driver’s side, situating himself in his usual spot without a sound.

Nothing else came to mind. Hell, if he even so opened his mouth, Jungkook would probably go off on him for it. The younger was so sensitive at times, he reminded Taehyung of the girls he’s been with when they were on their period..

Not sparing him another glance, Tae started the car, mindlessly staring at the way the windshield wipers moved while he indulged himself in complete silence.

He didn’t know what he could do to fix this. Also, what the fuck was he going to do with the big ass stuffed animal in the back of his car? Thinking about his troubles only worsened the situation, so Taehyung opted for inhaling a deep breath, and driving away.

Once he stopped at Jungkook’s apartment building, Tae kept his sharp gaze glued ahead of him.

His jaw locked in place, hands not once budging from the steering wheel.

The elder simply sat there in uncomfortable silence, waiting for his boyfriend to get out of the car.

He needed time to himself— time to think, and Jungkook’s presence was too loud.

The drive was just as uncomfortable for Jungkook, who sat with his entire body turned away from the elder, eyes as fixated on the outside as possible. The rain was really heavy, and he was quietly grateful that he didn't walk home. He definitely would've been sick.

As soon as the car stops by his place, Jungkook's muscle memory wants him to lean in for a kiss-- but he stopped himself less than halfway there, and clicks the door open. He steps out without a word, closing the door with a slam before he walks towards his door with unmotivated steps.

He didn't look back a single time before he headed inside of the apartment complex, clothes soaked and eyes puffy from the tears of frustration no longer hiding beneath a veil of rain.

He needed somebody-- and that somebody was, of course, Jisoo.

Kook took a deep breath, he hoped she wouldn't mind him coming by this late... he mused out his anxieties, but gently tapped his knuckles against the door either way.

~~~

Jisoo gave herself a pat on the shoulder when she sat Yuna down in her crib; the little one’s eyes were fluttered shut, and her small mouth hung agape as she drifted off to dreamland.

The minutes upon minutes of mindlessly pacing around the apartment, rubbing her daughter’s back in an effort to stop her from crying her little lungs out had finally paid off. Jisoo desperately needed some shut-eye of her own.

“I love you, night~” The woman tiredly smiled down at the small baby, gently brushing the girl’s raven hair away from her peaceful face to press one last, soft kiss to her daughter’s forehead.

After quietly closing the door behind her, a loud yawn made itself known.

Jisoo rubbed at her eyes, trying to stay awake as she sluggishly dragged her feet into the dimmed kitchen, running the tap water (eyelids threatening to fall whilst she waited for it to cool) before thirstily tilting the glass up to her dry lips.

She left the cup in the sink, claiming it as tomorrow’s issue when her fingers ran through her shoulder-length hair, about to drowsily plop down on her bed when a series of knocks stopped her from doing so.

With furrowed eyes, Jisoo tiptoed to peek through the peephole.

Jungkook..? What was he doing here?

© sombreboy 2020. Do not edit, repost or translate.

[dreamyyang]

To All The Boys I’ve Hated — 01

Summary: “What starts with ‘f’ and ends with ‘uck’? Firetruck! Welcome to Camp Firetruck, we hope you aren’t carrying any carrots because the demon rabbits will attack you.”

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Three weeks of summer camp with the seven boys you hated the most was a clusterfuck of chaos waiting to happen.

Warning(s): themes of bullying (here and there), behaviour that really shouldn’t be condoned, cursing, a few questionable life decisions, weird animals and even weirder camp counsellors, author has never been to a camp so spare her if she fucks up

A/N: it’s here y’all

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Your heart ached, its walls clenching in anguish. The pain coursed through your veins like electricity, the sparks concentrated in the cavity in your chest. The light from your eyes had vanished. It had been snatched away from your irises, leaving behind a shadow of its former glow of happiness. Your lips were dry and chapped, the lines on your lips ran deep, but not as deep as your emotional scars—

“Wipe that look of long suffering off your face would you? You look like we’re sending you off to a concentration camp,” your mother said, exasperated.

“But birth giver, do you not see that you’ve thrust upon me a fate that I believe is just as painful—”

Your mother only rolled her eyes, tossing a pile of clothes at you, “Save the theatrics for summer camp, would you? I hear they tell stories every night. You can recite your tragic soliloquy then. Now start packing, you don’t want a late night.”

Your body lazily slid down the side of your bed, limbs flopping onto the floor in response. Your mother smacked you on the back of your head, “You’re dragging the clothes down with you.”

You pouted exaggeratedly, speaking in a baby voice, “Sowwy mummy, pwease forgive me.”

“I’m this close to selling you.”

You huffed, making a face at your mother’s back as she left the room. After sitting on the ground and staring at your open suitcase for what felt like an eternity, you finally got off the floor. You grabbed the clothes on your bed as well as those from the clothes basket your mother had left behind and began packing. Your mind was already trying to come up with ways to get out of going to camp.

To be fair, your mother was sending you to a place where you’d had some of your best memories as a child. You’d spent two weeks of your summer vacation at Camp Firetruck since you were six years old but you stopped going by the time you were eleven. Now going back at sixteen just felt weird to you. Wouldn’t you be too old by now?

Of course, there was a bigger reason as to why you didn’t want to go back to camp but you forced yourself not to think about it. You shook your head, squeezing your eyes shut as you tried to mentally push out your thoughts. It took you a few minutes, but you finally opened your eyes, having been able to move your thoughts to the back of your mind. You stared down at your suitcase for a moment before slamming it shut and zipping it up, as if that was a way for you to keep your memories at bay.

You stood up, a queasy sensation in your stomach making your knees feel weak. You let out a shaky sigh, rolling your eyes at yourself.

“Fucking hell, y/n, it’s not that deep.”

The loudness was unsettling. Camp was far more chaotic than you remembered and you were feeling extremely uncomfortable. There was a flurry of activity around you, campers of all ages were running around, parents were yelling goodbye and telling their demonic kin to behave themselves and the camp’s theme song ‘Firetruck’ played loudly in the background. In the middle of all the life and activity was you, standing stiffly with your suitcase in hand, backpack on your shoulders and a terrified expression on your face.

You were trying to get to the quadrangle where orientation would be held but there was so much going on and you felt so out of place. A hilarious contrast to your previous summers. You used to fit in perfectly. Perhaps that was why camp felt more normal back then, you were just as loud and full of energy as it was— and still is. After what felt like an eternity, you managed to make it towards the front.

Having noticed that you were struggling, a boy with bright orange hair walked up to you, “Need help carrying your bag?”

You shook your head, “No, it’s just that there’s so much going on, I’m scared I’ll hit someone with my suitcase.”

“It’s fine, they’ll just laugh it off if camp is still as chill as I remember it to be.”

“You haven’t been here in a while? Me neither!”

“Yeah, I moved back to Shanghai for a while. That’s my hometown. Well, city. You?”

You bit your lip, refusing to recall the memories that had been in your head the previous day, “I got busy during the summer. So yeah…”

You trailed off before realising that you had yet to introduce yourself, “I’m y/n, by the way. You are?”

The boy tilted his head slightly, “Don’t you remember me?”

You frowned and blinked, “Should I?”

The boy seemed amused as he smiled, shaking his head, “Nevermind. Well, at least we can get to know each other this summer?”

You smiled weakly and nodded. You didn’t get along well with boys, especially those your age, but that was mainly because the boys at your school weren’t exactly the nicest people. However, you were sent to camp because your parents felt you were being too asocial. This could be a chance to break out of your shell and prove to yourself that not all boys were terrible.

He hadn’t told you his name yet and you were about to ask again when a familiar boy walked up to the two of you, “I see you’ve met y/n.”

Park Jisung. What was he doing here at camp? You would’ve expected that his parents would take their little golden boy on some sort of exciting trip abroad. You tried your best not to feel disheartened but your hopes of having a male friend for the first time in years was already making its way down the drain. If he was friends with Jisung then it was unlikely that he was going to like you for long.

Suddenly, the unsettling feeling came rushing back along with a distant memory. One of twelve year old Zhong Chenle shrieking in front of the entire class, “Y/n has boy and girl parts!”

Your eyes snapped from Jisung to Chenle, panic rising in your mind. There was no way you were dealing with this. Not for three weeks. You cleared your throat, preparing yourself to grab your suitcase and make a run for it. All of a sudden, the sharp feedback from a microphone breached your ears, directing yours as well as the rest of the campers’ attention to a familiar bespectacled boy who was struggling with his megaphone. Your palms grew sweaty as you watched in horror.

“Uhm, check? Testing? He-hello?”

There stood one of your biggest nightmares. Clad in the dorky lime green camp shirt and jeans with a cap shaped like a siren with a smiley face. Mark Lee. The tension in your mind built as he continued to fumble with his megaphone. That malicious, soul-sucking wretch who’d be sent from the murky abyss of hell to personally torture. The smiling cicada with chibi eyes could only mean one thing. You were going to suffer.

“Yo campers!”

“Fighting haeyadwae!”

“Mom please pick me up, I’m begging you!”

“No, y/n, what a ridiculous reason! Just because the boys you don’t get along with are at the same camp as you are, doesn’t mean you should leave,” you could practically hear your mother rolling her eyes as she spoke.

“But ma—”

“No! You kids are so ridiculous, you fight all the time and make it hard for everybody else.”

“Ma—”

“Nothing doing, y/n, you are staying at Camp. God, when did you become such a brat? You’ll really use any excuse to stay inside your room like a bat.”

“Seriously though—”

“Natural sunlight won’t hurt you, now get off the phone, I’m driving.”

“Fine, I love y—”

Your mother cut the call because you could finish your sentence. You sighed, you were definitely one of two things: either someone who committed a heinous sin in their past life or an adopted child.

“I’m guessing it didn’t go well?”

You shrieked, surprised by the sudden voice. You spun around, involuntarily reaching out to punch the owner of the voice. However, you just ended up punching air.

“Ouch, that hurt,” Na Jaemin said, sarcastically.

You internally groaned, you were really hoping to avoid interacting with Mark and his friends. Especially Jaemin. Out of the seven devils, he was inarguably the worst.

“Why were you eavesdropping?”

“Why are you being such a baby and crying for your mommy?” He retorted with a grin which you ached to punch off his face.

“None of your damn business,” you snapped before walking towards your assigned cabin, making it a point to harshly brush your shoulder against his own.

You heard him mumble to himself but you couldn’t be bothered to try and listen. You were just fixated on appearing confident as you walked away.

“Channel your inner Hwasa, channel your inner Hwasa,” your mind repeated until you’d reached your cabin.

You swore you could feel Jaemin’s gaze burning through the back of your head but that could just be the self consciousness that he brough out in you. Na Jaemin was easily the most intimidating boy you knew. Standing within even a centimetre’s radius of him terrified you. You fought the urge to behave like the stupid main character from the horror movies you loved and turn around to look at the monster creeping around behind you. You swallowed, your throat uncomfortably dry and your palms sweaty. Before you could reach out to twist the door knob, your cabin mate stepped out, pushing you off balance. Your eyes widened as you caught a glimpse of Lee Jeno, his face mirroring your surprised expression.

Jeno panicked, his arms reaching out to grab you. Thankfully, he managed to pull you back to your feet. Your scalp was less than thankful though, it was burning with pain. Jeno, being the idiot he was, had grabbed a fistful of your hair to keep you from falling. You grimaced, your hands massaging the back of your scalp as you softly hissed in pain. The boy in front of you was still wide-eyed, words spilling from his mouth incoherently. You held up a hand, your face still scrunched in pain, halting Jeno’s unintelligible apology.

To his credit, Jeno looked incredibly apologetic. And slightly scared of what you were going to say; you weren’t a person of few words. Indubitably, you were going to give the poor boy an earful. His friends had teasingly mentioned that he looked like a puppy and he silently prayed that he would look pitiful enough for you to not raise your voice.

Your angry rant never came. Jaemin had strutted up to you with a pleased grin on his incessantly chapped lips, “Getting kinky are we? Gosh, at least do it inside.”

Your glare was quickly diverted to him, much to Jeno’s relief. You were aching to give the both of them a piece of your mind but you couldn’t work up the courage to do it. You hated how weak Jaemin made you feel. Clenching your hands into sweaty fists, your gaze awkwardly darted away from Jaemin to the bright red ‘9’ that had been painted onto the cabin door. You were at the correct cabin but why had Jeno been inside your cabin? Your mind began to race with thoughts. Perhaps him and Jaemin were trying to pull a prank on you. That would explain why Jaemin had been keeping an eye on you a few moments earlier.

Trying your best to muster up the courage to sound harsh, you glanced at Jaemin for a second before speaking, “I’d prefer it if you stayed away from my cabin, Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumb.”

You could have sworn you saw Jaemin’s eyes twinkle. He jokingly stood at attention and saluted you, “The Tweedle twins reporting for cabin mate duty.”

“Fucking pardon?”