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yukiokami · 1 year ago

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my tears ricochet

treech x female 7th district reader

warnings: no use of y/n, third-person narrative, angst, headcanons (9th hunger games winner, treech's family), l-bombs, violence, deaths.

summary: she did everything to prevent him from losing her too, eventually losing him herself.

word count: 859

author's note: my first time writing on tumblr, i had a huge wave of inspiration after listening to sad songs and watching edits of treech. english is not my first language, so i apologize for any mistakes. this is a songfic to my tears ricochet by taylor swift. enjoy, loves.

her name was pulled. among hundreds of others. everything around her is in slow motion, she doesn't hear anything, doesn't see her mother's frightened eyes. she only notices treech's hand rising, he is now ready to volunteer, so she wouldn't be taken to the games. she manages to grab him with both hands and whispers, calming herself rather than him.

"it's going to be okay, i'll be fine, treech."

he shakes his head in disbelief. she can't leave him, leave her mom. die.

and she doesn't understand how she can cope. this is not a self-preservation instinct. it's an instinct to save those she cares about.

"listen, aspen is going to be with me. you can't come with me, please, i can't stand it if you die."

"i can't stand it if you die!" he repeats after her. "i can't lose you!" treech breaks down, despite the huge crowd.

burning tears flow down her cheeks, blurring the dirt on her face, and leaving long streaks.

"that's why i'm not going to die," she looks at him, reassuring. "i'm not going to die, treech. please take care of mom," she says when the peacekeepers grab her when they hold on to each other with the last of their strength.

cause I loved you, I swear I loved you

till my dying day

"i love you, okay? forever," their hands separate and soldiers drag the girl to the stage.

"let her go!" treech hisses, trying to fight the soldiers who are holding him tightly from running after her.

the doors close and she hears him scream.

we gather here, we line up,

weepin' in a sunlit room

when the counter counts down the seconds before the games begin, she can't think, there's a white noise in her head. there are no places to hide in the huge arena. here you can only fight and try to survive. she needs to survive because they are waiting for her at home. treech has no one but her. his parents died in a forest fire, as did her father.

and if I'm on fire,

you'll be made of ashes, too

she starts running towards the center with all her strength and grabs an axe, while two tributes attack two more. they die in seconds. she backs away and a guy from district 4 grazes her arm with a sword, trying to pierce it. she turns around and stabs him in the head with an axe.

the games lasted for several hours, the remaining three tributes, including her, are sitting on opposite sides of the arena, exhausted. aspen was killed by a girl from district 9.

and she's just waiting for the attack.

and so the battleships will sink beneath the waves

you had to kill me, but it killed you just the same

this is not a victory, but a simple accident. but it doesn't matter now, because she's going home.

we gather stones, never knowing what they'll mean

some to throw, some to make a diamond ring

they are sitting by a small lake, throwing stones into it, which leaves circles, a month after the hunger games. they devote all their time to each other, and treech is insanely happy that she is with him, that she is alive. she didn't leave him.

"soon I'll earn a lot of money and buy us a house, and we will live there. just the two of us. and then I'll buy you a diamond ring and we'll get married," treech often voiced his thoughts, to which she always laughed and said that they would have to work very hard.

and when you can't sleep at night

(you hear my stolen lullabies)

at night, she was tormented by terrible nightmares that she was back in the arena, she was shaking and nothing could help but funny songs sung to her by her beloved lumberjack in a hat, wrapping her in a warm blanket by his embrace and words about how brave she is.

when his name is pulled at the next reaping, she can't breathe. this just can't be happening. they've been through so much together that they've been torn apart again. she's broken up by games. killed by the reaping. at that carefree time, treech guessed that such an outcome could take place, so he was ready. as much as it was possible.

"you were able to come back to me, and i will do everything to come back to you," he strokes her cheek with one hand, and with the other he puts a ring in her deathly cold ones. "i love you."

the peacekeepers take him away.

she falls to her knees and a frantic scream pierces the entire square.

when the neighbors talk about tributes returning, she joyfully runs to meet treech, confident of his victory. there are two coffins at the square, in one of which lies lamina, and in the other her brave beautiful boy. he didn't come back to her.

you know I didn't want to have to haunt you

but what a ghostly scene

you wear the same jewels that I gave you

as you bury me

#the ballad of songbirds and snakes #tbosas #tbosas x reader #treech x reader #treech tbosas #treech fanfiction

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yukiokami · 2 years ago

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ruin and rising by leigh bardugo

«i will strip away all that you know, all that you love, until you have no shelter but mine.»

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@sardonic-the-writer.

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yukiokami · 3 years ago

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//beautiful stranger

pairing: lee ten × oc (female)

genre: strangers to lovers au! fluff, little bit of angst and hurt/comfort, oc is also a little insecure about relationship

word count: 3380

summary: "sorry, i'm going to call you cher-cher, because i've heard colleagues call you that... i didn't know how to ask you this, but would you like to go out with me? don't get any ideas, i just want to thank you and have a little chat. i'll be expecting you on thursday after shift, hope you agree, t."

a/n: strongly recommend you to listen to halsey's finally//beautiful stranger while reading. oh, and also, i'm sorry, but there are some phrases in french, it really makes more sense in french than in english. it's up to u wether u want to translate them while reading or no.

the first time he appeared in their coffee shop, cherry had trouble taking her eyes off him. he might have been an ordinary guy, just another parisian, but there was still something about his appearance that attracted. maybe the black hair, even from a distance it seemed unimaginably soft, the features themselves exquisite and refined. but when their gazes happened to cross, it was his eyes that she found most fascinating, dark brown, but the look was just like a sly cat's. for a second, he even smiled at her, the corners of lips barely lifting.

it was his first visit, not the last since that day － the beautiful stranger, as the girl had named him, had been coming to the coffee shop for months. anette had brought the same order for the second week: a pumpkin spice latte, two sugar, extra cream, and a slice of cheesecake. friend teased her for liking the guy, noticing the slight blush that covered her cheeks.

in love like a fool, she kept telling herself, anette only rolled her eyes at this. her friend had suggested hundreds of times that cherry should make a move to meet him and if she really liked the guy that much, maybe she should at least talk to him. the same was said by yuki, who started every phone conversation with the question "how is the beautiful stranger? have you asked him out yet?"

cherry laughed back, her friends so genuinely wanting to set her up with anyone that they were ready to attack any guy at which direction she breathed. but here's the problem － the beautiful stranger would stay that way, because no matter how she would embarrassedly look at him from under her lashes, no matter what she would giggle quietly, watching only for some of his actions.

'cause beautiful strangers only come along mostly to do her wrong.

"cher-cher, your beautiful stranger has left something at his table, think it's meant for you."

anette smiles slyly, winking at her friend. what kind of surprise could be expected there she had no idea, but seeing the note wedged between the coffee cup and the surface of the table, girl was confused. why had anette thought it was for her?

but succumbing to her curiosity, cherryl did get the note out, unfolding a neatly folded piece of paper. on it, in a slightly ornate handwriting, was written :

"sorry, i'm going to call you cher-cher, because i've heard colleagues call you that... i didn't know how to ask you this, but would you like to go out with me? don't get any ideas, i just want to thank you and have a little chat. i'll be expecting you on thursday after shift, hope you agree, t."

the cold air blew her hair strands that stirred in eyes, blocking girl's vision. there was still a freshness to it from the torrential rain that had been pouring non-stop for two days.

that thursday, however, the beautiful stranger was in her company, they walked it seemed until the wee hours of the morning, ignoring the cold, the bad weather, the fact that they both had to work on friday.

ten, beautiful stranger, had taken her for a night hours walk, luring her to an indoor amusement park. cherry felt as if he had pulled a star from sky for her.

adrenaline was still bubbling in her blood: they had to run to not miss the bus, cherry almost fell if ten hadn't caught her in time. her blood was boiling as well from the cold of the night, cheeks really turning cherry-tinted, hands tingling from the chill － except that ten's palms were warming her own.

of course cherryl knew that going to god-only-knows-where with a stranger wasn't the best idea, but for some reason she kept walking forward, clinging harder to the guy...

and when in the park he took his palms away from her eyes, the amazement she felt was immeasurable. there wasn't a soul in the dark park, yes, it was frightening, but the fact that the lights of the ferris wheel were burning brighter than the stars amazed the girl. ten noticed that her eyes were shining too, like those of a small child who was seeing something wonderful for the first time, it made smile spread across his face.

"bienvenue dans mon monde."

cautiously looking back at him, cherry smiled. In her beautiful stranger's world everything indeed was beautiful too.

"and is everything in your world like that?"

a soft laugh came off his lips. damn, how handsome he is, cherry thought. she marveled at how he still wasn't cold, except for his fluffy sweater he wasn't wearing a jacket, and the time had long since passed midnight. she was distracted from her thoughts by the touch of his lips to her cheek, that warmth spilling over her face. he lingers for a few more seconds, then replies:

"bien entendu."

"your eyes, so crisp, so green,

sour apple baby, but you taste so swe..."

"bon sang, qu'est-ce que..."

Phone rang in the middle of the night, and in the sack cherry manages to notice that it's three in the morning, saturday. with girls they had a good time tonight, that headache was already giving off a slight throbbing in the back of her head.

"bonjour, are you awake?"

sleep was relieved by the sound of his voice. ten's voice had a pleasant, velvety quality that she wanted to listen to for hours. perhaps even at a time like this she would have been glad to chat with him, but clearly not tonight.

"not anymore, what are you..."

he doesn't give her a chance to finish, interrupting.

"can i come in to see you?"

her eyes wide open in a flash, is he here? jumping out of bed, cherry runs up to the window, peering out at her beautiful stranger. god, she notices the familiar car and the figure below.

"ten, damn, lee, what are you doing here!?"

he seemed to notice her silhouette in the window because she heard a chuckle on the phone, they were still talking. she moved away from the window, sliding down the wall beside, until she felt the coolness of the floor, which brought her to senses a little.

"hey, cher-cher, think i saw you, but never mind... so can i come in?"

"god, ten, no," the girl felt horrible about the situation, and the headache punching a hole in her head, and everything else in the world. "don't think i don't want, it's just that girls are home and we've been drinking and also... oh, lord, just wait for me outside, i'll be right down."

"cher-cher, it's fine, i can come..."

"five. minutes. boy, be patient."

cherry pressed the reset button in passing, pulling on jeans lying on the floor, throwing on the first sweater she could find that wasn't even hers, it smelled of ten's perfume, girl grabbed her phone and bag from the desk.

as cherry left the room she spotted anette and yuki asleep cuddling on the couch, even managed to take a picture to remember. she was in such a hurry that she almost fell down on the steps. a cold wind was blowing outside, forcing to wrap herself more tightly in sweater, but the freshness somehow eased the pain in cherry's temples.

"hey."

despite the late hour, or early, he looked rather chipper. his black hair was tucked out of his eyes and his jacket sleeves were pulled almost to his fingertips. he was leaning against the car, looking suspiciously, and his smile was strained.

his embrace was warm and comfortable, making her want to fall back into sleep, but that was clearly not why he wanted to meet. pulling away a little, cherry wanted to ask what was wrong, but ten suddenly pressed his lips to hers, the girl clutched at his shoulders in shock, the kiss was insistent, a warm hand resting on the back of her neck, the other pressed her closer by the waist. ten bit down on her lip, earning a moan that escaped the girl's lips, his tongue sliding over the fresh bite as if asking permission for next move.

but behind cherry's eyes, albeit closed, were all a blur of red, that she involuntarily pulled away, ten reached after, but the girl managed to stop him.

"wait, wait, what's wrong, ten?" her palm rested on his cheek and with the pad of her thumb she stroked his lower lip, eyes trying to catch his gaze.

"it's okay, i just wanted to see you. very much." he stretched the fake smile again, which didn't hide the anxiety in his eyes.

"you're lying."

"cerise, how can you doubt my words?"

she rolled her eyes demonstratively at his reply, if he didn't speak up himself, then she'd have to make him.

"well you missed me, here i am. but i'd better get going now, it's saturday after all, i wanted to get some sleep..."

cherry had already turned to go towards the flat and felt his grip around her waist became stronger, pressing the girl's back against his chest, she felt his warm breath on her neck.

"don't go."

turning her face a little, she tried to look ten in the eyes again, this time he didn't look away.

"then tell me what happened."

"i'll tell you, but not here. it's cold outside, you're already shaking."

indeed, cherry didn't notice how every blow of the wind sent chills down her skin.

"i know a place to go, but it closes in a couple of hours, so let's get moving."

his lips faintly touch her neck before he releases the girl from his arms.

tears rolled down her cheeks in black streams, cherry had been sitting like this for hours, her mind full of thoughts about how unfair life was.

behind her was the embossed wooden door, the floor cold and the window wide open. today was a bad day at work, yesterday they had a fight and on monday everything was so good and right.

outside the door, anette and yuki were enjoying their beautiful life, while inside, and in her soul, there was a whole damn hurricane. cold late november wind was blowing through the open window, wet leaves were landing on the windowsill, and the floor next to it was already wet. she would probably get sick. she would have to take a sick leave at the cafe, she thought, minus her salary. it seemed such a trifle, but the thought made her want to cry even more.

there was a knock at the door, but she waited silently for what the person on the other side of the door was going to say, though the silence lingered, as if the person behind it was hesitant.

"hey, cher-cher, there's someone here to see you... and, we were actually going to ... uh," another voice could be heard outside the door, grudgingly expressing something. "... the shop... yeah, right, the shop!"

"anyway, we're out of here," yuki's voice said. "be a good girl and don't make us blush later."

ten, standing next to them grinned involuntarily, anette and yuki were completely different after all, yuki was an ulcer and anette more mellow, but he could see why cherry was befriending them. the blonde smiled sweetly at him as she heard some unintelligible reply from the other side of the door, as if trying to cheer him up, yuki patted him on the shoulder, "good luck mate" she whispered.

cherryl heard the door to the flat slam, and some movement could be heard behind her own. ten sank to the floor, no other choice, resting his back against the door that separated him from the girl. He knocked cautiously, waiting for any response.

"cher-cher, let's talk."

ten's voice was like honey in her ears as always, but she don't want to talk now. she was a little hurt, quite upset and had a bad headache.

"i don't want to talk now, i don't want anything..." she mumbled more to herself than to him. "...not to think, not to see, not to hear."

ten furrowed his brow, not particularly pleased with the barely intelligible babble of words. it looked like getting out of this situation was going to be a little harder than he expected since he was the only one talking.

"well," he took a deep breath before he began. "i'll do the talking then."

a chuckle was heard from behind the door, and ten smiled. he made himself comfortable by the door, his gaze drilling a picture of the three friends: anette with her sparkling hair, yuki showing her tongue to the photographer, and his cherry in the centre, she was hugging her friends, a red cup in her right hand, a bright smile on face.

"you see, cher-cher. everything in the world is a little more complicated than we expect. work, study, friendship, music, literature... and relationships too." he expected at least some sort of reaction from her.

cherry on the other hand closed her eyes, just trying to clear her head of unnecessary things while ten developed his thought.

"so, when people don't agree on things, you know, it's totally normal. because to be together with someone with whom you agree on everything is to stop evolving. because if you gave in to me every time you argued with me, i'd get bored. and so would you. vous savez ce que je veux dire, cherry?"

cherry hums, in fact, he was making a point, she understands that. and ten, without waiting for an answer, continues to speak.

"so this probably won't be the last time you and i fight. But, that doesn't mean we're going to be at each other's throats, pulling out shreds of hair and blowing our voices from screaming. the last one can be done in a more pleasant way," ten heard a chuckle, meaning he was clearly heading in the right direction. "it means that you and i are separate individuals, with our own views on life, and to some extent standing our ground is sometimes the right thing to do. because if you live in a complete idyll where no one ever says "no", then i'm afraid we'll break up." he was silent for a second, cherry tensed up, trying to hear the slightest rustle outside the door."et je ne veux pas de ça, cher-cher."

cherryl thought he was right. after all, you can't always agree on everything, then it would probably be a lie, which is worse than any truth. so they quarrelled once, cherry obviously isn't going to give it up halfway through, and neither will ten.

"ten," she said something to him for the first time in the long time they'd been sitting on opposite sides of the door. "i'll open the door, so be careful."

standing up, she more or less tried to wipe the dripping mascara off her face, but it was a pitiful sight, and her overall appearance left too far from desired － one stocking had come off to her knee, skirt was a little wrinkled, and hair was in a complete mess.

"hey, ten," she called out, resting her forehead against the wall by the door. "i look like a some kid's nightmare."

"open the damn door already. i swear, if you're not in some unicorn pajamas, you're going to really regret what you said."

cherry smiled, yes, that was her ten, inhaled deeply and pressed the door handle. the first thing she saw was a tired look on ten's face, but he was still smiling.

"you're smiling like some fool."

"and you're not wearing unicorn pajamas."

they stood like that for a while, just staring at each other, not taking a step towards each other, until ten holds out his hand to her.

she sinks into his embrace with pleasure, ten warm compared to the piercing cold of her bedroom, cradling her tightly, muttering something into her hair.

"cher-cher, regarde-moi."

she pulls her head away from his shoulder to look into his eyes. ten notices that her eyes are red from crying, he gently stroke her cheek.

"are we okay?"

"are we okay?" she teased him.

ten bends down to kiss her as cherry wraps her arms around his neck. he kisses her long because he doesn't want to let go, the girl puts her hand on his cheek, and so a couple more minutes gone by before they were interrupted by a message coming to her phone from yuki.

"are you two lovebirds done already, because anie and i are freezing our asses off."

cherry laughs and shows the message to ten, he joins her after giving her a final kiss.

"you can tell them to walk around a bit more. fresh air is good for health."

ten smiles at her with that same sly cat smile she loves so much, unable to help herself she kisses him again.

In the end, he put her in the right place.

slowly spinning in the setting light of the february sun, cherry felt butterflies flutter in her stomach. her hands slid up his shoulders until palm rested on the back of ten's neck, her fingers tracing the frizzy black hair. they had already grown back a lot since autumn, but cherry liked this new look of the lad, nothing seemed to spoil it.

"ten."

his eyes closed, they were so close his noses were touching, and on hearing his name boy smiled and hummed back. now he seemed so carefree and calm and... even content with something. cherry rubs her nose against his, which elicits a quiet chuckle, and ten presses her closer.

"beautiful stranger."

his eyes, dark brown glinting in the sunset light, open momentarily and the smile comes off his face. she wondered why.

"you haven't called me that in a while."

it came to her belatedly that he was right, anything but a beautiful stranger. perhaps because he is no longer the stranger who comes to their café in the summer. this is her ten － heart, soul and all that.

he's like a candy bar, stuck between her teeth, so sweet. like a light spring breeze, warm, enveloping the scent of leaves. like her favourite cherry to wait all year.

"indeed."

cherry gives in slightly forward, nestling against his lips. It still tastes like the wine and lemon pie they ate. ten always eagerly responds because cherry rarely initiated contact herself, he was literally able to count such times on his fingers, but not at all in rebuke to her.

he peppers kisses on her face and neck, hearing the ringing laughter in ears, sweet like honey. it's hard to believe that everything is happening in her small room, even though no one else is in the flat.

falling onto the bed they continue kissing, exploring all the exposed skin with their hands, cherry lovingly tracing the tattoos on his arms, feeling the muscles relief under her fingers. his touch spreads warmth all over her body, making her want only to be even closer.

"ten," his lips touch her collarbone and neck, moving higher and higher until he finds her lips again.

"ten, stay please," she whispers, only a few millimeters between their faces, eye to eye, she sees a fraction of incomprehension in his gaze, so he just leans in to kiss girl once more.

"i'll stay, why ask for it?"

hugging him a little tighter, cherryl can't let him go.

they lay like this for several hours until the day changed to evening and the evening to night. ten had long since fallen asleep, his head resting on cherry's shoulder, listening to her heartbeat, palm resting over waist.

carefully brushing his hair away from eyes, cherry speaks aloud, more to herself, not even thinking about the fact that he is asleep:

"my beautiful stranger, stay with me forever."

"then you will have to stay with me too"

she didn't expect an answer from him, lips touching her bare shoulder, cherry settling in a little more comfortably, pulling ten against her only closer.

it seems like it's finally safe for her to fully fall in love.

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yukiokami · 3 years ago

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somebody that i used to know

pairing: lee minho × oc (female)

genre: friends to lovers; betrayal; cheating; one side feelings; angst

word count: 953

summary: the first tear rolls down the cheek and another snowflake falls on the hand with it, bringing the end of what was between them closer, leaving with the feeling of loneliness instead...

a/n: actually, i was inspired by both, skz' winter falls and gotye's somebody that i used to know, i was just sad and that's what i have

snow began to fill the city slowly and steadily. even though it wasn't a snowfall yet, but more like rain mixed with snow, the cold wind of winter stung her cheeks. and so, on the closed eyelids, the first, like a carved, snowflake, white on black eyelashes, falls. along with it, the first tear rolls down her cheek, a noise rang out from the front door.

"i'm sorry" a quiet word mixed in the flow of snow, while another tear rolled down girl's face.

***

she remembered it all as if it had happened yesterday.

"you just don't want to! you don't want to admit what i said!", yuki's voice was already breaking down, her lungs were burning and in general it seemed that the tension between them inflamed the air, despite the blizzard raging around. "damn, you're ignoring even yourself. but you know, i don't care. i don't want to care anymore..."

making a few more steps back, the girl unsuccessfully crashes into a lamppost, settling on the snow without any more strength left. seems that minako looks right through him now.

"why didn't you tell me? didn't tell before it all started? before it all went too far?!"

"it's not my fault that you're selfish. it's not my fault you're not paying attention." the gaze returns from the snow falling on the city to his face, looking into minho's brown eyes. "it's not my problem that you're like this."

the noise of the wind filled the silence between them, bursting with sniffling from yuki, hot tears burned cold cheeks, leaving sticky trails of blurred mascara. after a while, a shadow loomed over her, a dissatisfied sigh was heard. someone else's warm palms touched her own, removing frozen hands from her face.

"look at me," for some reason, lee's voice sounded just as distant, although the distance between them had shortened. "all this time: all those parties we attended together, all those evenings when we studied lectures, every time we had coffee in your kitchen on saturday morning, i was always grateful that you were there, and I'm not the only one dealing with this damn things... i know that you are the person i needed..."

yuki really remembered those endless lazy saturdays when she had to get up early and go to classes with the lack of energy, the parties of their faculty mates, where they also drank and had fun together. somehow, he's always been there and minako felt so good about it.

her lips touched someone else, she knew how he loved to bite them until they bled, and for some reason, she leaned closer, clearly feeling the taste of her cherry balm on boy's lips － but the kiss ended as quickly as it had begun.

"didn't you understand then how i feel about you? do you think i could kiss you so easily if i didn't love you?"

before any response was made, their lips touched again, this time with great pressure, it seemed to yuki that he greedily accepts every touch, as if there was no opportunity before. they had been pressed together for a long time, the only thing that popped up in her mind was "not enough", she wanted more, in case it never happened again. pulling away at the most inopportune moment, the guy once again looked into the eyes opposite.

"do you think i would be trying to fix something now if i didn't love you?"

she was shocked, to be honest, she had been thinking all this time that she would never hear the word "love" from him.

not even after countless kisses that they shared, in an attempt to get closer and understand the feelings of the other, pushing with more force, biting and then silently asking for forgiveness, almost forgetting about the need to breathe without thinking about the consequences at all. no more of it.

it seems she finally gave up at the face of feelings, made a step towards what they will have. and he is honestly glad － glad to see her smile and eyes shining not from tears. but not otherwise than in a friendly way, realizing that everything he has done now... someday, his lie will be revealed. but he will pretend while she smiles, and while his dream remains as distant and inaccessible ...

***

a completely empty laugh, devoid of any emotions, escaped from her lips.

"i'm sorry" echoed in her head. but what was he apologizing for? for everything? or just for cheating? maybe for lying then? although yuki was no longer sure that he hadn't lied at least once.

"im really sorry, yuki", familiar, but such a strange palm touches her shoulder, she doesn't understand what is going on in his head right now, probably doesn't want to understand him anymore.

"you're not my minho," she says, not even trying to shake off the hand from her shoulder.

"i'm sorry" is still buzzing in girl's head. and she wondered if he was sorry every time he touched her. did he regret falling asleep in the same bed with her? did he regreted about everything between them so much?

"you're just somebody i used to know."

***

...the snow continued to fall, laying down in flakes on the deserted night city, to not again disturb the soul basking in the warmth of the house. probably in vain they said that in the first snowfall you can meet love, because in it you can also lose it, right? the first tear rolls down the cheek and another snowflake falls on the hand with it, bringing the end of what was between them closer, leaving with the feeling of loneliness instead...

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yukiokami · 4 years ago

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I love you

Not a Romantic.

Pairing: Yoo Kihyun × OC (female)

Genre: fluff, love-bet

Summary: Whom of them would win a love-bet even though they are in love with each other?

Word count: will be added soon

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－ Living in Paris five years and you claim yourself as anti-romantic? What's wrong with you, boy? － said Lien sipping wine straight out of bottle. Their picnic was going for hours now, from the place they sat all view was taken by The Eifel Tower. And Kihyun, of course.

The boy had taken a bottle after girl to drink some liquid too, shruging his shoulders with no back thought in head.

－ I mean, you are literaly living in the city of love, how can you say such kind of things?

Their consequence under the stars gives feeling of magic. The autumn already came in town, september still has it warmth, but leaves are falling down painting streets in mess of yellow-red.

－ But what if, － he said after keeping silence for long, － I prove that I am?

He gazed at her, Kihyun always had such kind of captivating gaze of brown eyes, in the moonlight shade come close to dark-gold.

Licking lower lip, girl replied.

－ I'm sure I can prove the other.

He is smirking, turning to face Lien.

－ Good luck, dear.

－ You already lost.

***

L0:K1

After Lien passed this shity exam of french for half semestor session, they kissed for the first time, too much emotions, she thought.

Now pressed between Kihyun and wall of university, feeling where her back met with it, Lien cannot put aback.

How long she'd been waiting for it?

They know each other for about a year, and half of it Lien stucked on thought of his lips on hers.

Of a fear risen up to her throat, she tried to push him, but Yoo only grabs girl closer, running hand up her back.

He was a tease one, biting and immediately licking, making Lien moan into his mouth. But that was what he needed. Not missing a chance, his tongue slipped inside, forcing Kim to put hand around his neck, having no will to put apart

Soft, she thought, and taste like coffee.

Kihyun suddenly stepped back, breathing hard, same as she, his hair was a mess a black, lips wet and reddish, but wasn't he handsome?

Leaning down, Lien felt a warm breath brushing her skin. He whispered, before kissing again.

－ Still not a romantic.

***

L1:K1

October came with a package of rainy days, Paris haven't seen sun for a week now. Fate only knows what forced her to leave without umbrella that day.

Step by step, filling shoes with water, she made her way home. Still thinking about him.

Couple of weeks had gone since they kissed. Maybe, he regretted, keep running in her mind.

Kihyun ignored her in university, even when they were like two-meters apart, he hadn't looked at Lien. No talk, no walk, nothing.

Jacket already soaked, white shirt now added with raindrop's mark, wet hair sticked to face and neck.

Maybe, she made a mistake with kissing him back.

Stopping suddenly Lien lifted head up, all alone in this path, closing eyes, just to feel drops coming hard on her. Breath in, breath out.

Opening eyes to go on, she frightened a little, seeing Kihyun right in front of her. Hair locks pushing in his eyesight, this captivating smile, wet sweater and such a familiar circle-bagde － "not-a-romantic club" red letters says.

－ You kissed me, － she was the one to break silence.

－ You kissed me back, － he replied.

－ I'm not going to apologize.

Feverishly she stepped in to kiss him, desire overwhelming and nothing is holding back . Yoo laughed during kisses, pulling Lien closer into embrace. For a second only he broke up just to catch a breath and continued peppering kisses on her lips － he was thinking about it as a madman for those weeks.

－ Lien, listen...

－ Shut up, please, I know you going to leave as...

His touch was gentle and slow, stroking wet cheek with his palm, like he tries to convince her. Lips sweet and warm as always, tongue slipping in and making her shiver.

－ Don't you get it yet? I like you, darling.

Lien's eyes closed, disbelieving what she'd heard. Opening eyes, she stared at him, just to catch a shadow of joke, but non of it was there. Firm smile on his lips, hands around her waist.

－ So now we have one-one? － she wispers, laugh leaves his mouth. Kihyun was about to lean in, when she stopped him. － I like you too, by the way.

***

L2:K2

He was late at their first date. Twenty minutes had already passed and Lien is still there, in this uncomfortable heels she wore, waiting for him.

Finally, the weather come on ease for Paris, after rainy days sun comes. Actually, sun was coming down, painting sky with orange and pink. The crowd around her hurried up, everyone wants to have a rest after hard week. The paths of park were full of golden leaves, that makes sound under her feet.

Looking through the crowd, Lien saw familiar face. The boy was rushing. Finally, reaching her, Kihyun stood a meter apart, breathing hard, his purple shirt unbuttoned, giving a good look at sharp line of collarbone.

Crossing the distance Lien kissed him, holding his waist. He looks so stunning that she cannot stay away. Boy's finger running down her spine, making girl shiver under his touch.

Kihyun examed her look as well, thinking how good she is in this dress and heels.

－ You look amazing, darling. － his lips actually touched girl's ear.

－ No complements would save you from being late, know that?

He dramatically rolled his eyes on her.

－ Don't be such an ass, ma chère.

－ How long you going to stand it? － said Kihyun when you found a place to sit. It was already night, and her feet hurts too much.

－ What you talking about?

Lien have no want to show him discomfort. Well, she failed.

Coming down to her ankles, boy gently took of her shoes, handing them to Lien, and placing small kiss on her naked knee..

－ You look so hot on them, － Kihyun wispers. － But there so need to suffer. I want you to have a good time, not to ask god let you go home, okay?

She nodded, then Yoo cupped her face and placed soft kiss on her lips.

－ How about to go on, princess?

Smile on his lips never living. Sometimes, she thought that he is fox-like, and those smiles proves it.

－ Give me an another minute and I'm ready.

What he made was unexpected for her, picking her up in his arms, he headed to his place to have a rest. He walks slowly, listening her talk and pulling closer to his body, forcing Lien to hold on his neck.

－ We are going two-two now.

－ Aren't you satisfied with date to not give yourself a point?

－ Oh, mon cher, just because I'm satisfied, I'm not taking a point of your lateness.

－ God, I'm in love with the monster.

Lien laughed, resting her head on his shoulder.

－ ... Maybe, because I love you too.

－ Then, two-two. － he said, placing kiss on her forehead.

***

L4:K4

It was snowing for the first time this winter. Kihyun thought that there was not even a break for people on the streets. He was inside, working all day, so when time to go come, boy was shocked with amount of snow and high drifts.

Entering his flat, all lights were off, it was too late and he was too tired. He saw Lien sleeping in the main room in one of a armchairs, big blue blanket were used as a pillow as well. Sitting on armrest he started to stroke her hair gently, cute and tired, he thought.

－ Five more minutes, － said sleepy voice. Kihyun smiled and leaned down to peck her cheek.

Five more minutes won't be bad.

Instead of five, twenty passed, when he finished shower and take another try to wake up his girlfriend.

－ Sleeping beauty, time is off.

Kihyun lifts her up, carrying to bedroom, finally they can sleep and have a rest. Laying on bed, his nose sticks on Lien's neck, placing soft kiss back of ear, going down to collabone, Kihyun felt fingers in his hair.

－ Don't you dare to say, that you wake me up for this, － he laughs a little, face still on her neck.

－ I guess, you are in my sweater?

Lien turned to face him, palm resting on the back of his neck, lips barely touching.

－ It was too cold.

Pecking girl's forehead once again, he sees her falling asleep.

For the first time of their bet he thought about give up. 'Cause what for? Isn't their relationship ment lose of his? To be honest, Lien already got his heart, and Kihyun know that he will do everything she asks for, so there is no reason to continue.

Laying like this, he said "love you" quietly and fall asleep as well.

***

L5:K5

－ Don't try to make me smile, I'm mad at you.

Oh, he was. 'Cause at the ass time of night, she was still at this damned party, nor she heard a telephone ring, nor she noticed him, when Kihyun made himself ride to the house, where celebrating was held. Lien sat down the pool and a clingy, Kihyun has another words on his head, but tried to calm down, guy tried, god bless unsuccessfully, to kiss her. He was angry with this boy, with Lien, even with himself.

He wanted so much to punch this idiot, but girl stopped him. She pleadingly looked at him, just asking to take her home.

－ Why don't you push him? － he asked before they sat in car.

－ I tried! I swear, I tried!

She was scared, and Kihyun can see that girl is shaking a llittle. No more words are said, he just leanrd closer to hold her, running fingers through her hair, boy felt how his shirt started to get wet.

－ Come on, let's get you home, darling.

So since they sat in the car no one of them broke silence. Lien tried to talk with him, but Kihyun didn't reply. His knuckles were white, and she knew that he is still angry.

－ You know, I don't get love stories. I mean, two people suddenly meet and understand that they feel something towards each other? It sound unrealistic and hard to be true.

Lien smiled, here it is, Kihyun seems to be more calm now, maybe even kinder than fifteen minutes ago.

－ But that's actually how we met, darling.

－ As I said, hard to be true.

When the door of flat closed behind them, Kihyun pressed girl to the wall, no chance to break free from his hold, no will to get away. His lips tasted her own, biting lower lip painfully, making Lien grasp his shoulders harder. Wet lips lived marks all over her skin, from jaw to collabone, sucking on her skin, biting the sweet spote of her neck, loud moan leaved her mouth, she tride to be quite, chewing inner side of her cheek. Boy's tongue and lips continued torturing her, bodies as close as they only can be, hands under her dress, her own in his black curls. Their lips connected once again, feels like she was thirsty and can't get enough of him. Boy stepped aback, pupils widened and eyes darkened, his hair mess, lips red and breathing hard.

－ I was so damn worried about you, － lips touched once again. － Don't you dare do this with me again. Never, understand?

Lien kissed him back, like saying "yes".

－Never.

****

No more playing.

A year passed since their bet. Who won, who lost? They are five-five for a long time now.

The same place as year ago, Lien's head on his chest, Kihyun's hand around her body. Night was cold enough, bottle of wine stand little afar from them, stars shining bright as you watch them. But only girl gazed them. Kihyun has his own perfect view on girls face, red swollen lips, shimmering eyes, long lashed and pink cheeks. His mouth barely touching soft skin back of her ear.

－ Lien, － he wispered in her ear, girl turned to face him. － Have you ever thought, that we are like red-red roses? You are beautiful and easy to break.

Girl's finger followed way from his unbuttoned shirt to face and back, creating circles on his naked skin, she was so into it.

－ And I'm a thorny one. That's why it hurts.

－ Don't say such a things, you are not thorny. You were broken and only. I know your ex... made a lot of shit, but that's all in the past. I am who I am, and you are who you are, no more need to play, no more need to hide something. Know what it means?

He pushed hair away from hear face, palm staying on her neck.

－ What? － their lips were inches apart, eyes barely opened.

－ It's love, dear.

They kissed slowly, Lien actually lied on his chest, Kihyun's hands on her back, going up-and-down girl's spine.

－ Happy birthday, ma chére.

They layed till the dawn, holding each other, kissing, talking and drinking wine, and finally, no more playing.

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Happy birthday, honey @yukiokami ! I know you've been waiting for so long and finally here it is. Love you!💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

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