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bbugyu · 4 years

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finding something to do + kim mingyu

you had spent your better years bored with mingyu, and he thought holding your hand felt like holding his fleeting youth.

wc.4088 | almost smut, mostly fluff, friends to lovers/uni au, fem reader, that one trope where there is mutual pining but both of them think the other is gay, maybe like half an ounce of angst if you squint Really Hard, lots o swears

i usually make my fics hella neutral as far as gender and size and orientation goes but hahahaha this ones for the average sized bi girls! also just realized that i stopped using capitalization in my fics and yk what? im fine with it. this fic is based off of the song of the same name by hellogoodbye.

“stop honking, other people live here.”

mingyu grinned at you through the half-open passenger window, leaning over to pop open the door. the handle had never recovered from a giant cup of soda crashing into the side of his ride in the middle of a particularly rowdy summer shenanigan, the sticky substance soaking into the mechanics before he had gotten the chance to hose it down in a friend's driveway at 2am. now, you had to wait for him to open it from the inside on all future shenanigans, and you could only roll the window down half way, lest you have to laugh at mingyu aggressively pulling on the window between his palms as you pulled on the motorized switch to coerce it back into the closed position. you slid into the co-pilot seat and looked over to your best friend.

"if you answered your texts i wouldn't have to honk."

you rolled your eyes, tugging on the seatbelt. "go, gyu."

he laughed and shifted into drive, turning up his stereo as he pulled away from your apartment building, hand returning to the stick to shift up a gear. "thanks for coming."

"what else was i gonna do?" you slipped the slides off your socked feet and pulled your legs to sit cross-legged. "i finished rewatching avatar."

"study, maybe?"

you looked at him. he was right, finals were right around the corner, but you had an uncharacteristically light load this quarter (due to you not realizing you needed approval for one course before registration and it filling before you could sign up) and you weren't too worried about the three tests you would have to take in a couple weeks. "could say the same to you."

mingyu let out another laugh, suddenly singing along to the song as he ran a hand through his hair. you smiled at his profile, then pulled out your phone to update your instagram story. as you moved the camera over to mingyu from the streetlight-lit road ahead of you, he laughed midway through a lyric and practically yelled "mwoya" at you, gripping the wheel with both hands and jumping in his seat.

you laughed hysterically, frantically saving the video before pointing the screen at him. he turned down the music to watch it, eyes flickering between your phone and the road. he laughed at the way it cut off on both of you screaming. "what was that?"

you giggled, swiping through filters. "you being dumb."

"you love me."

"you're right."

mingyu smiled at that, adjusting the stereo volume again, bobbing his head to the rhythm as he drove to the one convenience store in your town that sold his favorite mint chocolate chip ice cream, a mission he had called upon you for at 11:30pm. when it switched over to a song you knew, mingyu noticed your subconscious humming to the tune and a few lyrics falling out of your lips, the wind from the open window whipping through your hair.

by the time you reached a small parking lot across town, you had yawned probably half a dozen times.

"tired?" mingyu pouted as he rolled up the windows and unbuckled his seatbelt. "sorry for dragging you out."

you shook your head, following suit and pulling yourself out of the car. "i slept too late, i think. i'll be fine."

you followed mingyu across the quiet street to the convenience store the two of you frequented perhaps too often, finding yourself there after late night study sessions or mid-barhop for ramen, snacks, and most importantly, the mint choco ice cream bar of mingyu's affections.

after perusing the options as if you hadn't been there earlier in the week, you picked out an ice cream bar as well as a couple bags of chips. you walked up behind mingyu at the register as he was pulling out his wallet.

"i'll pay if you come over and play smash," he said, nodding at your hands full of snacks.

you eyed him. "what's the catch?"

"you can't be mad when i play meta knight."

you groaned, but put your things on the counter for the cashier that was likely the same age as you both to scan. "fine. i'll still beat you."

mingyu grinned at you, and you snagged your ice cream bar off the counter as he paid, the other snacks getting put in a plastic bag. you grabbed the bag and held it open as mingyu retrieved his own ice cream, both of you peeling them open as you exited the convenience store.

"mm," you let out, mouth full of ice cream as you leaned against the metal bar meant to lock up bikes on the sidewalk. "it's nice out tonight."

mingyu agreed, biting into his treat. "it's refreshing but not too cold."

you nodded, watching cars pass on the street. "i can't believe it's almost summer already."

"me neither," he said, squatting in front of you as he ate. "we're gonna be seniors next year."

you groaned. "have you decided if you're doing summer quarter?"

he shook his head. "i decided against it. i only really have to take one extra course next year so it didn't feel worth it."

you nodded, looking down at him. he was looking to his left, absentmindedly watching someone walk their dog across the street.

after the ice cream was finished and you threw away your wrappers, mingyu cursed slightly at the fact that he still managed to get his finger sticky despite doing his best to avoid meltage. after he popped open your door, he dug in the glovebox for some wet naps, playfully knocking your knees aside as you tried to sit. you laughed, waiting for him to be done so you could put the bag of snacks on the floor in front of you.

when you met mingyu sophomore year, your hair was shorter and he was blonde. he had sat next to you in your shared ecology lab and promptly fell asleep before the class had even started, and you had to nudge him awake when the professor was handing out the syllabus.

"gah, fuck, i'm up," he waved a massive hand in your face, blinking away his sleep before focusing on you with furrowed brows. "you're not seokmin."

seokmin was his roommate, you learned, and also met a few weeks later when you went over to their dorm to work on assignments together. they've since upgraded to a compact but efficient three bedroom apartment and acquired another roommate. you stared out the window into the night sky as mingyu drove to said apartment, blinking heavily at the lure of a nap. you pulled your knees up to your chest and tried to listen to the song playing from the stereo.

only moments later, mingyu glanced over and noticed that your eyes had fluttered shut, your head lolling against the window. he wondered, staring at you in awe, how much longer he could pretend he wasn't in love with you.

when you and mingyu had first gotten to know each other, you admittedly had a bit of a crush on him, until you found out he had a boyfriend. even after they split almost four months later, and you had been there to bring him chicken and beer while he fumbled with the drawstrings of his sweatpants and rubbed his swollen eyes with the back of his hand, you decidedly resigned any feelings for him, knowing it was a lost cause for you to pine after a guy that didn't even like girls. hell, you barely even liked boys - you had gone on dates with six different girls, yet not a single guy since you came to university, and mingyu had sat on your bed while you tried to get ready, giving a concise "try again" when you showed him an oversized sweatshirt.

"why not this?" you asked, groaning.

"you have good proportions, bitch. show 'em off."

rolling your eyes, you rooted around in your closet for something less shapeless. your style had always skewed a little athletic, a little hip-hop. you bought mostly mens fit shirts, making the task slightly more difficult. you found a nice pair of high waisted jeans you hadn't worn in a while and paired it with a drop shoulder tee and a turtleneck, finally getting the approval of your best friend.

all of the facts laid in front of him led mingyu to believe you were completely and utterly gay, and even if you weren't, your taste in women suggested he was the exact opposite of your type. you liked petite girls. girls with long hair and that wore skirts and lots of rings. the kind of girls that you had to lean down to kiss.

so he continued to try out the pool of eligible bachelors in your area that were within a respectable age range. he had even tried to date some girls, but every time they tried to suggest the dates go further, he would think of the way his best friend's fingers had sent electricity through his entire body just by brushing an eyelash off his lip, or how you would trace the veins that ran through his wrist as you watched a movie together on your couch. the way your touch set his skin on fire. the way he wished he could just admit the way he felt about you.

he always smiled and said he'd call them sometime. he never did. it wasn't fair to them, but neither was him only ever asking them out because they reminded him of you somehow.

guys were easier, he thought. they didn't remind him of you.

mingyu was so caught up in the sight of you sleeping that he absolutely ran a red. he cursed under his breath when he realized the light he was passing under had been yellow for longer than he had thought, thinking how lucky he was that the cross street was empty. good thing he was almost home.

"hey, sleepyhead," he said when you stretched suddenly as he pulled into his parking spot. "do you wanna go home?"

you shook your head, yawning. "no, i need to eat chips."

he laughed and killed the engine. "you left a pair of house shorts here and you can borrow a shirt," he said, suggesting you crash in his bed when you got too tired for smash.

"what, you don't wanna carry me home?"

mingyu slammed the car door shut and shoved his hand in his pocket. "i'd rather not, no."

you stretched again, a hand reaching out to ruffle his dark hair as he tried to punch in the door code for you to enter his building. "mean."

he laughed at you again, leading you up the three flights of stairs to his apartment.

"hey, minghao," you said, waving at the shadowy figure that was seemingly melting into the couch, illuminated by the tv.

he raised a hand in acknowledgment, sitting with his neck at a 90 degree angle, a movie with subtitles on, and his phone face down on his chest. "yo."

"wanna play smash?" mingyu asked.

"no thanks."

mingyu dropped his keys on the kitchen counter. "we're playing smash."

"you're funny."

you laughed, and mingyu pouted. "please, myungho?"

minghao finally looked at his roommate. "i'm watching annihilation. the switch is handheld for a reason."

you watched mingyu roll his eyes with a smirk on your lips. he went over to the switch dock by the tv and grabbed the console, sticking his tongue out at hao. you giggled, following mingyu down the short hall to his room as minghao waved you both off.

"have i said that i like hao a lot?"

"yes," mingyu said. "like, every time you come over."

you smiled, throwing open his dresser and carding through the shirts that would surely be massive on you. "well i do."

the switch got tossed onto his bed and he sneaked around you to grab a pair of sweatpants from the drawer above the one you were looking in. he also pulled out the pair of shorts you had left, putting them on top of the dresser. "i'm getting naked now."

you shook your head lightly, knowing he was only changing his pants, but kept your back to him out of respect anyways. you picked up the shorts. "did you wash these?"

"yeah, i threw 'em in with my laundry last week."

you nodded, spotting the color you had been looking for. "aha!" you pulled on the ashy gray shirt, revealing one of your favorite things you had ever convinced mingyu to buy. an extremely soft, lightly distressed shirt with a tasteful rip along the neckline. "i'm getting naked now."

"clear," mingyu said, letting you know he wasn't looking as he flopped onto his bed, propping up the switch on his bedside table and setting up the controllers.

you pulled off your loose sweatshirt and swapped it for the borrowed shirt, then shoved the denim shorts down your legs, laughing lightly at how your sleep shorts completely disappeared under the shirt. you turned around, stretching out your arms to show how large the shirt was on you. "look."

mingyu rolled onto his back and propped himself on an elbow to look at you, giggling as you swam in his shirt. outwardly, he smiled, but internally, he thought this was simultaneously the worst and best idea he had ever had.

you looked absolutely stunning in his clothes, he thought, but only said that you were cute. he ignored the familiar feeling in his stomach and handed you a controller as you crawled onto his bed, settling on your stomach next to him.

he had to stop putting himself in this position. you were far too pretty for him to forget his feelings towards you.

but maybe that's what he wanted. maybe he didn't want to forget his feelings. maybe the few times you had told him his dates were attractive weren't just objective reassurances. maybe he held onto the sliver of hope that you could possibly be attracted to him, too.

you slammed your face into the bed as the game loaded. "why are all switch load times utter ass?"

mingyu adjusted so that he was laying on his side with an arm propping him up and flicked the back of your head. "because the console can fit in my palm."

your hand went up to swat at the culprit of the flick, and you pouted as you lifted your head to look at him. "that's not fair, your hands are huge." you wiggled onto your elbows to grab his wrist, pressing your palms together. "see?"

mingyu laughed, feeling his cheeks heat up. "well, you have baby hands, so." he punctuated his point by curling his finger over yours. you pouted again, then slipped your fingers between his, thinking about how nice his warm hand felt over yours.

you blinked, then pulled your hand away and grabbed the joycon as the game finally loaded the skippable intro, hoping you weren't blushing too much as you cleared your throat. mingyu stared at your pink cheeks for a moment, his mind reeling. was he seeing something that wasn't there? or was his hope in you validated?

you were clicking through the menu and felt his eyes on you, and all you wanted to do was hide behind your hair and avoid eye contact. you nearly jumped when mingyu cleared his throat.

"hey, i have something i've been meaning to ask you."

your eyes met his briefly. "shoot."

"do you…" mingyu paused, trying to think of the right way to phrase his question. "i know you have exes that are guys, but is that something you're, like… still into?"

your ears burned and you wiggled until you could sit back on your own legs, fiddling with the hem of the shirt you stole and hesitating to make eye contact. "you mean, being with guys?"

"yeah," he said, watching you intently with his brows furrowed.

"yeah, i mean, i guess?" you shrugged. "i like both."

mingyu nodded slowly, watching your eyes as they stared at the wall across his small room. your cheeks were a rosy pink, and you were chewing on your lip. "me too."

you looked at him finally, your eyes wide. "what?"

he gave you a crooked smile. "i like guys and girls, too."

if you were blushing before, now you were blazing. "oh, my god, i'm an idiot."

he laughed. "what, did you think i was, like, totally gay?"

"shut up," you threw yourself down onto his bed, hiding your face in the blanket. in your defense, he had definitely called himself gay before, but you definitely called yourself gay constantly, so maybe you shouldn't put so much weight in those words. "shut up, i'm embarrassed. i don't want to talk about it."

hearing mingyu laugh next to you made you feel like you were on fire, then you felt the ghosting of fingers on your arm. you froze. mingyu's voice was soft when he spoke again. "do you wanna talk about how i have a massive crush on you?"

you slowly raised your head to look at him, cheeks burning red. he gave you a small smile before you choked out a "huh?"

"i ran a red earlier," he said suddenly, his fingers moving from your arm to absentmindedly brush your hair out of your face, then to your shoulder, then back. it was a reassuring touch, one you had felt from him before, but you still were caught off guard by his sudden succession of confessions. "you were sleeping and i couldn't stop looking at you. i totally could have crashed the car."

"dude, what the fuck." you stared at him, then lowered your voice to imitate him. "'hey i have a crush on you and i almost killed us both because of it.' that's you, that's what you sound like right now."

mingyu laughed in your face and you couldn't help the chuckle that fell out of your mouth. "sorry i almost killed us."

"i guess i can forgive you," you said, picking at your nails suddenly despite them being clean. "especially because i might have a crush on you, too."

mingyu kept staring at you with a fond smile, and you wondered if he could also hear how hard your heart was beating. "can i kiss you?"

you looked at him, trying not to stare at his lips. you nodded, almost hurriedly. his hand pulled against your back as you rolled your body to face him, and your hand reached out for his jaw as he pulled you into him. and when his lips crashed into yours, you yelped slightly, melting into him almost immediately. they were plush against yours, and he was gentle as he pushed your back onto the mattress, adjusting to hover over you slightly. when you let your head fall back onto the bed, he grinned at your blown out pupils and swollen lips, buzzing at the way your hands curled around around his neck, fingers digging into the hair at his nape. he adjusted again, a hand finding your waist as he pulled back to let you swing your leg across his lap. you pulled him back over you, enjoying the way his hips hit the back of your thighs as he caged you in with an elbow by your shoulder. you stared up at him, heart racing, eyes flicking down to his lips too many times for him to not take the hint.

mingyu had always enjoyed pleasing you. this definitely felt like the next natural progression.

he dove into you, and your arms wrapped themselves around his shoulders. mingyu was a hugger, and he also liked wearing very little clothing when he worked out, so you knew what he looked like under the plain white tee. knew what he felt like. but suddenly - with his hands slipping under what was technically his shirt to properly feel your waist, with how his tongue fought with yours - you really felt him for the first time. the way his shoulder muscles rippled just beneath the skin as he adjusted, clearly trying to not make his growing bulge so obvious. you considered the fact that you might get to see how much leg day really benefited, considering how much he posted about it with sweaty post-workout pictures on his story.

mingyu felt your thighs squeeze around his hips, pulling back slightly. "is this okay?"

"is it?" you responded, a hand pulling back to fall on his jaw. "i've wanted you for ages."

he laughed lightly. "god, we're idiots."

you had no time to respond before he was kissing you again, his hips rolling into yours, pulling a surprised moan from you. he ate it up, his fingers gripping your waist tighter at the sound. you felt his girth as it pressed against you, and you gasped. when was the last time you had been with a guy? high school?

when mingyu's teeth bit down on your lip, you were really glad he was the guy you were unconsciously waiting for.

he tugged on your hips as he rolled onto his back, pulling you to straddle his lap. you giggled slightly, settling back into the open mouthed kisses as he ran his hands from your ass up your back, slipping under the sports bra you were wearing.

then there was a knock. you yelped, burying your face in his shoulder as you heard the door swing open. "make room for king k r- oh shit!"

you laughed into mingyu's neck as he yelled for seokmin to get the hell out, his hands tugging the hem of the stolen shirt over your butt in an attempt to shield it from view. you heard him squeak out an "i'm sorry!" as the door shut again.

"i'll kill him."

you exhaled, the laughter still on your lips as you looked at his profile from where your cheek pressed against his shoulder. "bet he thinks we're secretly dating."

mingyu laughed, scratching an eyebrow before returning his palm to your ass. "not a secret now."

"oh, so we're dating now?"

mingyu craned his neck to look at you. "is that not what was going to happen?"

you giggled, sitting up and putting your hands on his chest. you adjusted your knees, fully aware of how the movement would rub you against his still hard bulge. "we have both fucked people without dating them afterwards, kim mingyu."

"ah," he said, digging his fingers into your soft ass and rutting into you gently, making you gasp. "we're gonna fuck? i thought we were just joking."

you slapped his chest, giggling still as you rolled your hips. "if you don't wanna, i could ask hao-"

"oh, shut up," he said, pulling you down to kiss him. "if you liked myungho like that you would have tried it ages ago."

you smiled, your thumb running over his adams apple as you placed gentle kisses on his jaw. "sweetie, are we jealous?"

"i don't deserve this, you know?" mingyu pulled your hips against him again, a low grunt tumbling from his beautiful mouth. "i haven't put my dick in a girl since i met you and now i'm with you and you're talking about my roommate? this seems extremely mean."

you giggled again, then placed your lips on his again. he instantly kissed you back, one hand leaving your ass to go to the back of your neck. "you're the only guy i ever think about," you whispered, getting repeatedly interrupted by mingyu's needy lips on yours.

the wolf-like grin that broke onto his face sent chills down your spine. "let's keep it that way."

seokmin's hand was still on the doorknob, his wide eyes blinking, when minghao paused his movie and sat up to poke his head out and look down the hall. "the hell was that?"

he puffed out his cheeks as he walked back into the living room, his palms clapping gently. "i thought you said y/n came over to play smash?"

minghao's eyebrow quirked up. "she did."

the eldest sat on the couch. "i thought mingyu was gay?"

"what?" minghao looked down the hall again. "wait, what? were they-" he stopped when he heard a muffled groan that was far too familiar.

seokmin grabbed the remote and pressed play, scratching his cheek as he turned up the volume. "what are we watching? catch me up."

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closer-stars · 4 years

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Late Night Lines

Member: Hongjoong Genre: Slice of life, slightly romantic Requested? Yes, based on a prompt I had reblogged months back Word count: take a guess my dude Content: Late night talks in the studio. Take it as you will. Just late night things that don’t always make sense. Note: Writing again after that fashion edit. yay. Hope it’s okay though since it’s been a while since I wrote a proper fic. I need to write more stuff outside the entertainment industry for real. Slowly getting through my reqs yay.

Another late night in the studio. At least you weren’t going to spend the next few hours dancing. Tonight, you had to stay in the studio to solidify the song for their upcoming comeback. Hongjoong had invited you to the studio, asking to get him some coffee on the way with the promise of paying you back.

“I can’t believe you’re here at this time.” You say as you enter the studio, hands occupied by his request of coffee and some other added stuff.

Hongjoong, whose eyes were still focused on the screen, hums in return. “I’d say the same to you.” You hear the song gradually come together and it was amazing how fast he works.

You settle the bags on the coffee table, keeping your distance from the screen. “I brought the coffee you asked from that coffee shop-- you’re lucky it’s on the way from my place, jeez. Also, bought some food from that restaurant you always bring us to when it’s your turn to pick.” As you talk, you set up the food on the table, just to let it cool down.

This causes him to spin in his chair, greeted by the sight of the food and his coffee and you settling yourself on the couch. This was definitely not something he expected. “Wait, but you didn’t have to..” He mumbles, scratching the back of his head. It’s not that he didn’t want it, in fact he appreciates it, it just was beyond what he had asked.

“I did though. The branch is closing soon so i figured to get you a quick meal cause when’s the next time you’ll be able to visit them?”

That has him look at you directly. Various emotions were going through him: thankful that you thought of doing so, wistful that his favorite was closing, and was that sentimentality? He’s been visiting that place since he was a trainee. It carries so much memories for him. It sucks also that you had a point. He made a mental note to spare some time tomorrow to visit before they close. The song has ended by the time he was out of his thoughts. He brings it back to the beginning but makes sure it doesn’t play again. Hongjoong has learned early on that when he takes a break, he really takes a break. The meal you brought is definitely a sign for him to take his mind off his work even for a while. So he sits across you, reaching for the utensils. “Are you going to eat with me?” He asks.

“Do you want me to?”

“There’s two pairs of chopsticks here and I’m pretty sure the lady in the restaurant knows you by face so yes.”

You slide down the couch and onto the floor of his studio, accepting the chopsticks. The next few minutes is spent in silence, often commenting on the food. He manages to make ssam, small enough to fit in your jaw. “Ah.” You reach out for it but he pulls back. He laughs at the face you make. “I’m here trying to feed you, so say ah.” He states. It’s only then that you relent and open your mouth to receive the beef wrap. “Simon, Sssamon Dominic~” He jokes as you chew carefully. He’s lucky one hand was occupied with the chopsticks while the other was busy covering your stuffed cheeks out of politeness otherwise you would’ve flipped him off.

It takes a while for the two of you to finish your meal. You look through the bag to make sure nothing was forgotten. “Oh right, bought you some sweets to match with the coffee just in case.” You say as you hand him a few macarons from the shop. “And no, you don’t need to pay me back for this. Let’s just get productive tonight okay?” You ask, sipping your own iced americano.

He takes one piece and his coffee, smiling his gratitude. “Who knew you’d be this protective and caring?” He teases as he takes a sip. He takes his rightful seat in front of the computer and goes back to working. You on the other hand walk around the studio with your earphones in, going through the segments you and Yujin have planned based on his first draft and the concept the creative team has told you.

Time passes by quietly between you two. Music plays on his end with the occasional clicking of his mouse, notes from his midi and some humming from him.

“You know, I remember what you wore on the first day.” Hongjoong pipes up, eyes still trained on the screen that displays the various layers of sound. Ironic really when all you hear now is silence and his voice as you had pulled out your earphones after his words.

“What?”

“Your first day working with BB Trippin and us, I still remember it.” He clarifies. To you, it may have not been much. Hell, you don’t even remember what you wore that day. All you remember is you had to wear something comfortable for a possibly long day in a studio. So he continues, “You were in a white shirt, even had the logo of the brand on the left side of your chest. Your cargo pants were sagging slightly too.” This causes you to look at him weirdly at such an odd comment. He feels the weight of your gaze on him and he shrugs. “You had the smart idea of putting your water bottle in one pocket and your phone and powerbank in the other.”

Your cheeks burn at his comment. “I can’t believe you still remember that. I barely remember what I ate last week, much less wore.” You mumble. “How do even remember this?”

“One, you were new to BBT and it was your first time working with us. Two, who even puts their water bottle in their pocket?” He teases you, as he glances at you from the corner of his eye. You note the apples of his cheeks becoming evident, even if he tried to keep himself from smiling, it was obvious from how his cheeks glow against the monitor.

“In my defense, those pants were top tier, deep pockets where i can practically store my entire training bag into it?" You remember when you had to retire that pair to sleep wear. Mixed feelings of happiness to being able to wear it still and sadness from not being able to use it for dancing and being on the go. “What even brought this up?”

He leans back on his chair at your question. Was he that obvious? It’s not like he can hide himself properly from people he works with closely. “I guess the restaurant closing got me in my thoughts.” He admits, sitting up for a moment to take a bite out of the macaron. Blueberry and chocolate.

“I’m listening if you want me to.” While you’re conflicted about having such personal relationships with idols beyond platonic, some members of BBT have raised the idea to you. Since then, it’s been a recurring thought.

The mouse clicking has stopped this time, and he busies himself with his coffee. “Third, while I don’t believe in love at first sight, you definitely had a strong impression on me.”

Your own features unreadable as the words sink in. Many questions run through your head but two words come out instead. “I did?”

At your question, he hums in affirmation. “Hard not to, you were a wild card that day.” He then proceeds to mimic you to the best of his abilities. “’Hello, it’s nice to meet all of you.’” He says in a softer voice and it makes your bottom lip jut out. “Then the dance class starts and you suddenly become strict and dominating. I don’t think even hyung expected you to be able to project your voice that loud over the music. Since then really, you would pop into my mind often.”

You didn’t want to admit it but you also remember what he wore that day: black long sleeves, dark green sweats and a beanie. His shoes were scrawled upon with things you couldn’t make out without staring. You remember how he looked so exasperated with some of his members that miraculously still had energy to joke around. You wonder also what was the point of him telling you all of these. If you were reading too into it, or if you understood him loud and clear.

“And now here we are, working on the next comeback promotions.” The male finishes as he runs his free hand through his hair. Time really passes by too fast for him. While he loves what he does now, a small part of him wishes to slow down and experience life like the rest of his peers.

A part of him hopes you got what he was trying to say. He wasn’t the best at expressing his emotions unfortunately. He always was better at expressing his feelings through his art. He’s already made a few songs of how his feelings are for you but still too shy to have you listen to them. He shifts the topic.

“Hey, can you check this one out?” Hongjoong asks as he calls for your attention. He pulls up a chair for you to sit next to him. “I know what our creative team already said and while everything’s still in the works... I need your thoughts.” He explains.

You take your seat next to him, covering your eyes first as you get the first listen to the updated version so far. As you stay focused on the music, he takes this time to study your features and he finds himself enchanted by you and your passion. He notices your fingers moving to the parts that already have choreography, stopping midway when the tempo switches. But he snaps out of his own thoughts and instead pays attention to your reaction as the song progresses. By the time the song finishes, he had finished his macaron and you had opened your eyes again.

“Okay I can see where you’re going with this. The lyrics is already approved?” You ask before proceeding with your thoughts to which he says yes. The rest of the night is spent conceptualizing the ideas that swarm your head after listening to it. It’s occasionally hindered with Hongjoong clarifying the ideas and imagery you see for the choreography.

It’s already early morning when the two of you manage to solidify the concept, ideas and messages that the boys would like to send. The two of you too sleepy to continue that you decide to call it a day. “Did you keep note of everything?” Hongjoong asks through a yawn.

“Saved it all on my phone.” You say, you could feel the caffeine wearing out soon. “Can you send me the lyrics soon? Just so I can talk to the rest of BBT of this so that we can make the next segments.” You had picked up all the bags that had your trash, including some of the snacks Hongjoong has munched on.

He mumbles a yes as he waits for the monitor to shut down. “See you whenever.” He says under his breath. His bed back in the dorms sound so much more tempting than the couch here. When he looks at your general direction, he’s noticed that you’ve left already and it’s then that he lets out a sigh. So while he’s in the last in the studio, he looks through his notebook with all the lyrics to send to you. Without giving it a proper look, he takes a photo of his lyrics and sends it to you. He then keeps his notebook in his bag, shutting off the rest of the lights as he heads home.

[ Hongjoong ] : lyrics.jpg

You didn’t expect Hongjoong to send it so soon but you suppose he’d rather get it finished instead of having to stress over it when he wakes up. After sending a thumbs up emoji to notify that you’ve received it, you open the photo. Nothing could’ve prepared you for what your eyes saw. This is definitely not the words you heard earlier, this carried more weight, and seemed to be more romantic? It sounded like it.

[ You ] : can you send it again? i think you sent me a different song..

If your hunch was right, this is probably why he had told you those things earlier. You made another note to talk to him when possible about this. Because while he has made his feelings rather evident to you, you have yet to make yours evident to him. You keep your phone in your pocket as you head home.

Maybe working with them has made you read between the lines more than needed.

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cooked-noodle-yoongi · 5 years

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I'm happier with you

A story about a young photographer who finds his love in a convenience store around 3 am.

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"Are you going home for Christmas, Hyung?" Jimin snuggles closer to his boyfriend and ran his fingers softly over his exposed skin on his collarbones and neck, leaning in to kiss Yoongi's jaw lazily.

Yoongi smiled, closing his eyes and enjoying every little touch an kiss before turning his face towards him, catching his lips midway when the younger leaned in for another kiss on his neck.

"Nope, they're on vacation somewhere in Norway. They wanted to come to Korea but I don't know what made them change their minds." Yoongi brought up his hand to take Jimins in his and linked their fingers together, starting to kiss the youngers fingers over and over again.

"Are you sad?" Jimin now looked a little worried, cuddling closer again and swinging one leg over Yoongi's waist.

"Oh no, love. It's only Christmas. My family isn't religious anyway and they promised to visit me here in spring because mom wants to see the cherry blossom again," Yoongi mumbled against Jimins forehead when he pressed kisses on his furrowed brows. "Stop worrying, love. It's gonna give you wrinkles early."

But Jimin only closed his eyes and swallowed hard. "Sometimes I forget that you'll have to go home again eventually."

Yoongi felt a pang in his heart and his smile faltered a bit. "But not anytime soon. Let's worry about that when I really have to go back."

"But you will go. And I..." Yoongi heard Jimins shaky breath when he exhaled and immediately pulled him as close as possible. He couldn't handle Jimin crying. He really couldn't.

"Jimin, love, we'll figure something out, I promise. I won't leave you, I could never. Please don't cry, please." He couldn't help but felt his eyes stinging with tears too, just thinking about his boyfriend being at the other end of the world with his annoying family, working in a CU and earning money to get away from them.

"S-sorry, I'm just- I'm so worried. I don't wanna lose you. You- I love you, Yoongi and I don't wanna let you go. I don't wanna miss you."

Yoongi felt his heart clenching and hugged him as hard as he could.

"You think I'd just let you go? Just like that? I'll run away with you if I have to," he mumbled and poked his boyfriend into his side's, making him giggle and wresting out of his tight hug to escape the elders fingers.

"Don't joke about that! I'd probably follow you everywhere!" Jimin pouted at him before his lips broke in a soft smile.

"I'm not joking tho," the elder whispered and pressed a soft kiss onto Jimins lips, caressing his hips and pulling him close again. "It's late, love. Let's sleep alright?"

Jimin kind of moved in with him for the next few days, only going home once because he needed some clothes, or at least underwear (Yoongi made clear that he was okay with Jimin wearing his clothes including his boxers but Jimin insisted on bringing his own) but other than that he slept at Yoongi's dorm, showered there, ate there with Yoongi. He was working more again because the elder had exams coming up and needed to focus on studying. They knew they'd end up cuddling or making out when Jimin was around and the younger was glad about the extra money he would get.

"You're home," Yoongi smiled and stood up stumbling over his own feet and then the wire he used to charge his camera battery, barely making his way over to his boyfriend without falling flat on his nose. It was a little after midnight, Jimin didn't work whole night shifts anymore so that he'd have a little more of a healthy sleeping rhythm again (on yoongi's demand.

"As if you had such a healthy sleep schedule."

"I'm working on it, okay? We could do that together."

"Okay Hyung.") .

Jimin giggled and wrapped his arms around Yoongis neck, pulling him in for a soft kiss and closing his eyes.

"Hi, baby! You finished?"

"Almost. Pictures are just saving and then we'll go to bed."

Yoongi pecked Jimin on the lips and took the younger's bag to put it down so the younger could shrug off his coat. "Is it cold outside, love?"

"It's fine, I wasn't cold."

Too soon, Christmas came around and Jimin was more or less forced to attend his family dinners and lunches and collective cooking. Jimin was very close to bring Yoongi to one of those family activities just because he wanted to show off and show them how much of an amazing boyfriend Yoongi was.

He was sad because he couldn't spend his time with his friends and his boyfriend. He wanted to go out and have BBQ, drink and have fun with the people who meant the most to him.

With Yoongi.

And Jimin wanted to spend as much time as he could because, maybe not tomorrow or next week, but Yoongi would leave for Amsterdam again. Now that the elder had passed all his exams for this semester his time as a student at the university was pretty much over. Yoongi had promised that he would stay at least until March so that they could celebrate his birthday together and spend more time together than before since all that university pressure was over now.

It was only December but in three months Yoongi would be gone. For god knows how long they wouldn't be able to see each other and only via Skype. They were gonna live in different time zones and Yoongi would be on the other side of the earth.

"Love? You're spacing out again," Yoongi said and pressed a kiss on his boyfriends cheek.

"Hm? Oh, I'm sorry." Jimin blinked a few times and leaned more into yoongi's space.

They were sitting in a late night cafe somewhere in Dongdaemun Yoongi sipping on his Americano.

("You're so not getting an iced one, baby. I don't want you to get sick."

"Aye, Jiminie!")

Jimin got a hot chocolate with whipped cream, his mug almost empty by now.

"What's on your mind? You know you can talk to me, love."

"You know what's on my mind, Yoongi."

He felt the elder stiffen a little bit before he leaned closer, pressing his rather cold nose into the crook of Jimins neck. "We'll work this out, Jimin. We still have three months left, we'll work this out. I-" His voice broke and Jimin pressed a kiss on Yoongi's forehead. "I'll come visit you, I'll take you with me to Amsterdam, I-"

Jimin closed his eyes and pressed another kiss on Yoongis hairline.

"I love you Jimin, I won't let this go."

The elder sounded so vulnerable, so small and so sad, Jimin couldn't stop his tears from falling.

"I love you, too," he whispered and wrapped his arms around Yoongis neck. "I'll follow you everywhere you want me to go."

Yoongi chuckled and let his lips ghost over the exposed skin on Jimins necks and collarbones. "If everything comes down on us, we'll just run away."

"I'll run away with you."

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Woohoo we're back with another update uwu

I hope people still read this lmao

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shikkearu · 5 years

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Irreplaceable Part 20: It’s not a date!

wattpad AO3 Zoro was grabbing onto his mother's leg. She was making something on the counter, but he could not see and he really needed to know what was going on, but she refused to hold him so this was the second best option. He took a good hold and bounced up and down trying to get a better view. He stopped when Mommy looked down at him. He grinned, but it soon vanished when Mommy frowned at him. He opened his hands letting go of the fabric of her pants. He kept looking up and gently held her leg. She sighed, but smiled lightly before continuing what she was doing. Zoro accepted, that he could not see what she was doing, so he tried his best to listen instead. It was more boring, but could not be helped. His concentration broke when he heard the out door make a noise and he just had to go take a look. He peeked behind the corner and saw his grandfather taking off his jacket. He ran towards him joyfully calling his name:

- "Pappa! Pappa! Pappa!"

Before Mihawk could even react Zoro had grasped onto his leg and was bouncing up and down. He looked at the toddler and smiled surprised. He knelt down to inspect what he was wearing.

- "So you're a panda today?" He asked as he lifted up the hood of his jumpsuit. - "Panda." Zoro repeated and grabbed onto Pappas hand. "Up." Came a small demand. - "Sorry, not right now." He rose away from him.

Zoro pouted and looked at what Pappa was doing. He was taking something out of his bag and gave it to him.

- "Pappa bought you a new puzzle. This one has a tiger in it." He pointed at a picture of a tiger on the package. - "Tigel!" Zoro squealed happily. - "Go show Mommy what you got." Mihawk turned him to face the kitchen.

Zoro started to run excited holding onto the precious box. Midway he stumbled and fell on his face. He stayed down a bit and Mihawk looked at him worried. Finally he rose up. He sniveled a bit and looked at Pappa who was smiling encouragingly. Zoro grinned and a tear fell on his cheek. This time he walked carefully to his mother.

- "Mommy, look! Look! Tigel!" He waved the puzzle box in his hands. - "That's so great, Zoro." Perona smiled, but then looked a bit worried. "Did you fall on your way here?"

Zoro lowered the box and let his mother take a look. His nose was red and eyes too. Perona blew on his nose and kissed it.

- "There, all better." She smiled sweetly. "Let me open that for you."

Zoro was happy that Mommy had taken the hurt away, so of course she could take the treasure from him. Mommy removed a layer of shiny off of the box and then opened it. She took a puzzle out and removed a layer of shiny out of that too. She took hold of Zoros hand and moved him a bit further away so he wouldn't be on her way.

- "There you go."

She held out the new puzzle and Zoro was ecstatic. He dropped all the pieces on the floor and started to play with it. He solved the tiger one first, then a giraffe, an elephant, a zebra and a monkey. Once he was done he showed the puzzle to Mommy.

- "Well done, Zoro."

Getting praise from Mommy warmed Zoros heart so so much. He just had to redo the puzzle again.

Mihawk walked in the room and looked pleased as Zoro was busy with his puzzle. He turned to Perona and sniffed her cooking.

- "Smells good." - "It's going to be good." She huffed. - "Did you make Zoros onesie?" - "It's so cute on him, isn't it." Her eyes sparkled of excitement as she quickly looked at Zoro and then Mihawk. - "At first I thought it was store bought." - "Aww, you!" She was happy and kicked his shin softly.

Mihawk hummed amused and went to sit by the table. Perona was certain he quickly looked at her with such warmth, it should not be possible for him. She glanced at him quickly to see him looking at Zoro play. Maybe it had been a figment of her imagination. Her phone buzzed on the table and she dashed to look. It was from Chiffon, which slightly disappointed her. Law had not messaged her back and it was April already. She had tried to send him messages to explain herself, but he just did not answer. She sighed and checked what Chiffon had written.

- "Chiffon wants to go to an Easter event with me and Zoro." - "That sounds nice, you should go." - "Will you drive us there?"

Mihawk frowned a little. Perona was more than capable of driving herself, but she wasn't that keen on taking the initiative. She was still slightly scared of driving.

- "Maybe you should. I think it would be nice to get some alone time for myself." - "Gross pervert." - "Nothing like that." Mihawk grumbled. "I was thinking of updating the photo albums." - "And then be a gross pervert." Perona sneered.

Mihawk could only sigh.

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The room was nearly dark only lit by the light from the TV. Perona and Mihawk were watching a movie together, as Zoro was already sleeping. She was craving to be touched, but it would not do to cuddle with Mihawk since she was already thinking of her husband. At these moments she would have cuddled with him. Not that Mihawk wasn't nice and all, just-

She stopped her thought. What the hell was she thinking? Of course she shouldn't be cuddling with her father-in-law. He was just warm and nice because they were family.

Perona huffed which caught Mihawks attention.

- "Is the movie bad?" - "No. I was just thinking on stuff." - "Hmm. Zoros birthday is near, isn't it?" - "May 11th." - "It's pretty close." He grinned. "I can't wait to make his cake." - "It's still a month away." She groaned. - "Aren't you a little bit excited?" He nudged her side with his knuckles.

Perona didn't answer. She really wasn't, but she shouldn't say that. She wasn't really that excited of anything. Not the summer, the potential schools or anything. Even thinking of Zoros coming milestones only made her feel sick. But saying so would only worry Mihawk.

- "Well a little." She sighed.

Mihawk chuckled and ruffled her hair. He rose from the sofa.

- "I can't watch trash like this sober." - "Well then don't. I'd rather have you not drink at all."

They stared at each other. Mihawk looked like he might consider sitting back down, but still went to get himself a glass of wine. Perona frowned disappointed and checked her phone. She was amazed to find a message from Law.

- "It's been awhile. I was angry at you, as I thought we had put that back into the past, but since then I've been thinking. I have no excuse for what I did back then and I wish that you can trust me like a friend in the future." - "It's alright. I think it would have kept nagging between us if I didn't say anything." - "Maybe. Have you heard anything from the schools." - "Two invitations." - "That's amazing! Does it mean we can't see each other? That you'll be busy studying?" - "There's no tests, just hearings."

- "And you're texting. See, I need this." Mihawk came in chuckling and Perona fumbled a bit with her cellphone nearly dropping it. She gave him an angry look.

- "You gave me a fright!"

Mihawk sat down and sneered:

- "I wonder what kind of naughty thing you were writing to have such bad conscience."

Perona snarled at him as he smugly took a sip of his wine. She then turned her attention back to her phone.

- "I guess we could meet up." - "That would be great." - "Some place like a cafe." - "Anything goes."

- "If you're just going to be texting, go somewhere else and let me have the sofa."

Mihawk poked her leg with his and lifted it on the sofa. She glared at him. It had been her idea to watch this movie. Defiantly he looked straight into her eyes and took a sip of his wine. This annoyed her a great deal. She grabbed onto his leg and pulled it on her lap.

- "Now you've got all the space and I won't need to leave. Happy?" She huffed angrily and set her phone aside.

Mihawk didn't reply, but placed his other foot on her lap too. He looked at her for a moment and then set his wineglass aside. Perona was getting pulled back into the movie and without thinking she started to gently pet Mihawks legs.

She felt a warm pair of eyes on her and she turned to look at Mihawk, but he was watching the movie.

It had been so weird lately.

Maybe it was a figment of her imagination, but she felt like he was looking at her differently. Maybe it was the way he looked at the people he loved, his family. She wasn't certain. But for some reason, those moments made her heart flutter. They made her happier.

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Standing before the school, Perona looked at it nervous. She glanced behind her. Chiffon was there to give her strength since the hearing was in the middle of the day. Perona almost felt her knees buckle and she dashed to Chiffon. Chiffon let out a small squeak as Perona harshly glomped her.

- "It's scary I wanna go home." She whimpered. - "You've done this before remember. It's not so bad." Chiffon laughed.

Perona groaned and went to Zoro, who sat in his stroller.

- "Please give Mommy some strength."

She held her hands out and Zoro placed his hands on hers, without letting his eyes off of the stroller next to his, where sat baby Pez. They were having some weird silly face competition.

- "Uuh, I guess that's good enough." - "You can do it, Perona." Chiffon looked at her encouragingly. - "Dammit, you're right!" Perona straightened out. "I am the only one capable of making my dreams come true. Good things are just bound to happen. And even if I fail I still get to live with Zoro and Mihawk." - "That's the spirit!" Chiffon was getting fired up as well.

But in the interview, her resolution faltered.

- "Why should we take you in our school?" One of the interviewers, Bellemere, looked at her sternly. - "Ah umm." Perona felt panicky and sweated.

The early question of her background were easy to answer, but something like this... Dammit!

She had practiced this at home, but now her mind was blank. The second interviewer wrote something on their paper. Perona kept stuttering, trying to find the words.

- "Why are you passionate about sewing? Why it interests you? What makes you stand out?" Bellemere tried to help out. - "Just uh. I've always liked dressing up and I'm imaginative. I'm actually pretty head strong and won't get pushed aside. Just a bit nervous of this situation."

Perona could see Bellemere start to smile amused and realized, that she had messed up by admitting her nervousness.

- "Since you like dressing up, shouldn't you try a career that has more to do with that? Acting?"

- "No, because I also like to create. Can I show you something?"

- "Go ahead."

Perona dug her bag and lifted up her sketchbook. She also took some printed photos of the clothes she had sewn for Zoro. She also had his panda-jumpsuit with her. The interviewers looked at her assembly. They carefully looked over the jumpsuit, comparing it to the original sketch.

- "You did this?" - "Yes." - "It's actually quite good. We don't usually expect to see a portfolio, so this is a pleasant surprise." Bellemere said and wrote something on her papers. "Do you have something you might want to add?" - "No, nothing." - "Alright then I think were done here." She looked at the other interviewer who nodded. "You'll be getting notified about our decision. Thank you for coming here." - "Thank you. Good bye."

Perona stumbled outside where Chiffon was waiting with the toddlers at a nearby bench. Her hands shook as she sat down next to her.

- "How did it go?" - "Horrible." - "Well you don't know that yet." - "Uuh, I do." She covered her face with her hands.

Chiffon petted Peronas back.

- "At least it's over now." - "I still got another one to go." - "You can do it!" - "I guess. Wanna go shopping now?" - "Of course."

Perona liked going out with Chiffon. Chiffon didn't judge, was fun to be around and as a mother of a child nearly the same age as Zoro she was going through the same things. They had gotten something to eat and were sitting at a park bench. It was such a warm day. Pez started to whine and Chiffon took him up. Apparently it was feeding time. Perona always felt extremely envious of Chiffons ability to breast feed her child, something she herself had always struggled with. She had planned of doing it until Zoro was nearly three, but forcibly had to stop. It was something she would always regret. Somehow regardless of the stress or how her breasts seemingly stopped working, she should have forced herself to keep on trying. She gave Zoro his bottle, filled with the formula. He didn't really seem to dislike it anymore which was a little bit of a relief. Perona pulled her legs to her chest and side glanced at Chiffon and Pez. The two looked so perfect.

- "Does the interview still trouble you?" Chiffon asked slightly worried. - "No, no. I'm just a bit jealous that's all." - "Of what?" - "You being able to feed your child." Perona hugged her feet a bit tighter. - "Oh, I'm sorry." Chiffon knew of Peronas troubles and started to cover herself and Pez. - "Wait, no, no! Don't." Perona made her stop. "I appreciate what you're trying, but you're doing something so wonderful, I don't want to make you feel like an inconvenience."

Chiffon sighed a bit relieved and she petted Peronas back slightly.

- "I've read a study that the effect of breastfeeding isn't as big as thought. It's just that women who choose to do so tend to be more concerned of health issues." She moved down to gently look Perona in the eyes. "Just so you know, you're doing wonderful with Zoro."

Perona whimpered a silent thank you, bit her lip and started to cry. Chiffon kept on calmly petting her back.

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Mihawk was sitting on his armchair reading a book when Perona returned with Zoro. She undressed his outdoor clothes before letting him go. Instantly he ran to Mihawk and grabbed onto his leg. Mihawk started to do the lifting they normally did, but Zoro was getting too big for it and Perona could see Mihawk straining a little bit. She sat and looked at them both. It was so bittersweet to see Zoro grow. Her eyes got wet.

- "Did it go badly?" Mihawk looked at her. He had noticed the redness of her eyes. - "No." - "Then what's the problem?" - "Zoro. You know you can't do that anymore soon." - "I might not be able to fully lift him, but I'll try as long as he wants it." - "Doesn't it make you sad, having to stop doing things because he gets too big?" - "A little, but all those nice things will get replaced by other things. I might not get to lift him like this, but I'll get to play football with him later."

Mihawk closed his eyes and smiled a little, while lifting Zoro. Finally he stopped and sighed.

- "Pappa is tired now."

This earned him a pout from Zoro, but the child did stop. He ran off to his toy box picking random assortment of colourful toys dropping them in the middle of the floor. He expectantly looked at Mihawk.

- "Play." He pointed at the toys. - "Alright." He went down on the floor with Zoro.

Perona looked on and sighed. She checked her phone.

- "I could do next Saturday at one." Read Laws message.

- "Hey Mihawk, do you have anything on Saturday?" - "No." - "Can you babysit Zoro while I'm gone?" - "Of course. What are you going to do?" - "Just a date." She quickly explained herself. "A meeting. Not a romantic date." - "Aha." Mihawk looked a bit skeptical, but kept his mouth shut. He had promised Perona not to meddle in her affairs. - "It's really not that sort of date." Perona mumbled embarrassed. - "Perona, you can do what ever you please as long as it's not damaging to anyone." - "Ah, yes, but-" - "I'm playing with Zoro right now." Mihawk cut her short. Talking about this wasn't what he wanted to do. It was stinging his heart unnecessarily.

Perona rose from the sofa to put away the rest of her things. Of course Mihawk was angry at her. She was angry at herself. This wasn't a date, she kept telling herself and Law. Not a date.

Then why did she feel so ashamed?

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Perona was on her way to the "not-a-date". It was sunny and nice, though a bit chilly, but one didn't need to wear a jacket anymore. She stopped before her reflection on a window. A simple blouse and skinny jeans, hair on a loose bun on top of her head, with a bow and unicorn shaped cute pins. She had a small bag over her shoulder. She had put on simple make-up, so she wouldn't look like a slob. As she stared at her reflection only one thought crossed her mind:

- "I'm definitely over dressed, he'll think this is a date for sure."

She had tried her best to stay casual and she did look so to the passerby, but still she felt uncertain. But there was no turning back now, for Law would hate her if she did a last minute cancel, he was a very busy man after all. She walked slowly towards her destination and saw him wait by the door to a cafe casually looking at his cellphone listening to music. He was wearing a black long sleeved shirt, a fluffy black scarf and his typical hat. During the time they had not seen, he had grown a beard. It made her want to know what a beard would have looked like on her husband. A small sigh escaped her lips.

- "Hey." She came to him with a weak smile. "Have you waited for long?" - "No." Law tugged off his earphones and shoved them in his pocket along with his cell phone. "I didn't think you'd actually show up." He looked visibly surprised, but glad. - "Well I'm here now." - "Thank you."

Law smiled a little relieved. He was so different to the small interactions they've had in the past. Maybe he was just being shy right now or maybe that unpredictable violent side had dulled a bit with their messaging. She hoped it was the latter.

- "Uh, sorry, but you look sad." He looked a bit worried. "Is something wrong?" - "I just wondered what a beard would look like on him." - "Oh. I don't think he was the beard type of guy." - "You're probably right. Though his beard didn't grow so well yet so he preferred to shave it." - "Too young."

Perona nodded silently. He had passed on too young. There should have been more years left for them. Tears swelled in her eyes. Law lifted his hand to touch her back, but decided against it. Instead he gestured to the door.

- "Maybe we should go inside?" - "Yeah, you're right." She quickly rubbed her eyes, careful not to mess up her make-up.

After ordering their drinks they sat at a table in the corner. There was a small awkward silence between them.

- "So how have the interviews been?" - "Okay I guess. I'm probably not who they're looking for anyway." - "Probably."

Perona puffed her cheeks. He was not supposed to say something like that, but she let it pass.

- "How has your work been?" - "Busy."

Another awkward silence. This whole situation felt unbearable. Completely different from their messaging where he sounded positive and was quick to answer and keep the conversation going. Perona averted her eyes from him and took a sip of her drink. Law looked at his cup holding it with both of his hands.

- "Sorry. It's a bit easier to talk to others when not face-to-face." - "I- Yes, you're right."

Another silence. Perona looked at her bag and took her sketch book.

- "I showed them this in the interviews. They were pleasantly surprised."

Law eyed over some of her sketches and smiled a bit.

- "They're okay." - "Not just okay, but great, you ass!" - "What?"

Peronas hands flew over her mouth and Law looked at her shocked. To her shock he burst into laughter and she soon joined in.

- "Calling me an ass. What the hell?" He chuckled - "I'm sorry, you're supposed to be more supportive, stupid." - "I'm a bit of a pessimist to be honest. Don't want to get peoples hopes up so they wont be left down when they fail." - "You think I'm going to fail?" - "Definitely." - "Rude."

From there the conversation started to flow more naturally. It went into all directions and at times Law did bring up her husband and the memories he had with him. It felt so heart-warming that there were others who missed him as much as she did. Time passed rather quickly. Law persuaded Perona to let him walk her home and she finally did. They were in no rush and kept on talking. When they were at the start of her home road she stopped. Law studied her while she fidgeted slightly as she was thinking on how to express herself right to him.

- "I don't think it's a good idea to have you walk me all the way." - "Why?" - "Just- uh- I don't think my father-in-law would like it at all. He thinks this is a date." - "It's not?" - "It's not!" She cried out and blushed. "Well not in a romantic way or anything. Just two friends hanging out." - "Then there should be no problem." - "Well yeah, but still I'd rather have you not."

Perona looked down at her feet and spun her fingers. Law smirked and bend down to kiss her cheek. She squeaked surprised. Enraged she turned to chastise him, but Law was already walking off waving his hand.

- "Can't wait for the next not-a-date."

Perona blushed wildly and rubbed her cheek. The sensation that Laws kiss left her with was completely different from her husbands kisses. She felt guilty. Tears started to roll down her cheeks.

She missed her husband.

I totally know Zoro's birthday isn't in May, but on the other hand I didn't think the story would go this long. Thus the timeline is all fucked up. Sorry. ;A;

This is my first long story ever as I didn't even know I liked writing this much. I really thought I would get bored or something, as I didn't like my writing back then, but I was encouraged by people so I kept on going. I'm really grateful to them.

Now I like to re-read this and see myself getting better, when I compare the first chapters to the later ones. Also I like the story so... I've read this so many times. Most views are propably from myself. lol TwT

#MihawkxPerona #dracule mihawk #mihawk #perona #one piece #OP #onepiece #ミホペロ #Irreplaceable #fanfic

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little-red-beret · 7 years

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Yuu x Mika in modern AU where mika is human and both of them are going to university and mika gets a flu, yuu stays with him and takes care of him but afer he gets it too. :3 thank you~

Yuu was in what he liked to call a long distance relationship. He lived in a shared dormitory with his roommate Katsuo, while his boyfriend Mika lived off campus in a university-owned apartment. They were distanced by Ueno Park, a kilometre wide expanse of fields, trees and ponds, a common source for arguments among the couple about who should cross the park to see who. Often, Mika and Yuu simply met halfway, literally, bringing food and sitting together in the grass and studying, talking, kissing if there weren’t many people around. With this distance between them, you can imagine Yuu’s reaction when he got a phone call from Mika one morning before his nine o'clock lecture that went something like this:

“Hey, Mika.” Yuu muttered, still half asleep (Yuu was definitely not a morning person). He turned away from the crowd of university students milling outside their classroom and lowered his voice so not to disturb them. “Yuu….” Mika uttered, his voice hoarse and frail like an old man’s. Immediately Yuu was wide awake, listening anxiously to his boyfriend. “Please come here…. I need you….”

With that, the call ended.

“Mika!?” Yuu yelled, no longer caring about preserving the silent atmosphere. Heads turned to look at him, but Yuu was already off, bolting down the corridor. As he ran, he passed his professor, who sighed and remarked “It’s your credit at stake, not mine.” And simply kept walking to class. Yuu persevered in the opposite direction, desperate to close the distance between himself in Mika as fast as possible.

Yuu sprinted across campus, then through Ueno Park, not stopping for anything. It occurred to him that Mika could have just been tired or drunk, and yet Yuu had still come running without even questioning it. He couldn’t care less. If Mika was tired, he could sleep with him. If Mika was drunk, they could order a pizza together and he could help him sober up before their midday lectures. If it was something grave…. Yuu had every reason to be running.

When he arrived at Mika’s apartment, he unlocked the door with the spare key Mika had bestowed upon him, then stepped inside and kicked off his sneakers in the entrance. “Mika??” Yuu called, but only silence called back. A quick scan through the building revealed Mika to be curled up in bed shivering, cheeks flushed and a sheen of sweat glistening on his face. “Mika!?”

At the sound of his name, Mika stirred and blinked sleepily. His blonde hair was a tangled mess, some strands damp or completely matted to his forehead by sweat. “I’m glad you came….” he whispered, a frail smile spreading across his tired face. “Thank god you’re okay!” Yuu cried, leaning over and tightly embracing his boyfriend. Mika laughed weakly. “Don’t hug me,” he croaked. “I’m sick.” Yuu backed off and sat on the edge of the bed. “Why did you call me?” He asked. “I woke up like this, and I just thought it was best for you to be by my side. You know, in case I faint or something.” Mika explained listlessly, and promptly burst into a fit of coughing. The effort of it seemed to drain most of his energy in an instant.

The sight of his boyfriend like this felt distressing to Yuu. He desperately wanted to help him, but when he thought about it in more detail he realised he actually had no idea how to make Mika feel better. He stared cluelessly at his boyfriend, and then gave up and demanded bluntly “What should I do?” Mika swallowed and winced before speaking. “Just sleeping in your presence will be enough.” He told Yuu, rolling over and pulling the blankets higher over his feverish body. “It’s not enough.” Yuu protested, tugging Mika’s blanket. Mika tugged back with as much strength as he could muster from fatigued and aching muscles. “I’m cold….” “You clearly have a high fever, Mika! I have to cool you down!” “I am shivering.” “You are sweating!” Yuu argued, tugging the blankets even harder. The sad little keening noise that escaped Mika’s sore throat shattered Yuu’s heart. “L-look, Mika, this is what’s good for you! I’ll be right back with some medicine for you!”

Yuu slipped down to the convenience store on the first floor of Mika’s building and bought throat lozenges and lemon tea. He was losing his mind with worry; Mika was extremely upsetting to watch right now. Yuu took a deep breath outside Mika’s bedroom, vowing to do everything he could to help Mika feel better. Then he burst into Mika’s room, shopping bag in hand, and froze in horror at what Mika had become in the space of five minutes.

Mika lay sprawled across the bed, still flushed and shivering, eyes half closed. He looked like an angel of death was pulling his soul out of his body and had given up midway. It even looked like Mika could feel his soul being snatched, his face contorted with pain. Yuu crept over to the bed and tenderly brushed Mika’s damp hair out of his face. “I brought back throat lozenges and some lemon drink. Which do you want?” He announced, trying to sound a lot more level headed than he felt at the sight of Mika being so miserable.

“Lemon drink….” Mika mumbled. He sat up and coughed, then flinched in pain. “What’s wrong?” Yuu demanded, trying to solve things in a straightforward manner. “Nothing….” Mika replied hoarsely. Yuu passed him the lemon tea, alight with hope and excitement. He watched as Mika took a sip of the tea and then set it on the bedside table, staring at the floor sadly. “Mika, seriously! What’s wrong?” Yuu demanded again, completely deflated from the failed attempt at cheering up his boyfriend. “Everything.” Mika finally answered bitterly. At this point, things were going downhill much too fast. As the last thing he could think of, Yuu simply pulled Mika close to him.

Mika responded by laying Yuu down on the bed. He grabbed Yuu’s shirt in two different places and pulled himself closer to his boyfriend until there was no space between them. They nestled into each other and intertwined their legs. Yuu placed one hand on Mika’s back, cradling his hot head with the other. “Aren’t I better than a blanket?” Yuu whispered gently into Mika’s hair. “Thanks for skipping classes for me.” Mika sighed tiredly. “I’ll never leave you alone.” Yuu promised. Mika nodded into Yuu’s chest. “I love you.” He whispered out of nowhere. A smile spread across Yuu’s face that he couldn’t help and he hugged Mika tighter. “I love you too.” Yuu whispered.

The rest of the day passed with Mika and Yuu in each others’ arms. Yuu massaged Mika’s shoulders, arms, or wherever else Mika requested to help soothe his aching body. He cooked soup for himself and Mika. Aside from eating, all they did was sleep together in a tangled mess.

Yuu woke up early the next morning with many missed calls from his room mate back on campus. Everything other than Mika felt a world away, but out of curiosity Yuu carefully slid himself out of Mika’s embrace and checked his voicemails in the living room.

“Hey, Yuu! It’s Katsuo. People are saying you ran away just as class was beginning! Got a booty call from Mika or something?? Anyway, I’ve got you covered with all the notes from today’s lecture for you to copy down! Call me when you get this.”

“Hey, Yuu. Are you two having a good time there? Um… I kind of locked my keys in the dorm. If you don’t come home soon I might have to scale the building again. Also, you said we would play Resident Evil tonight.”

“Hey, Yuu? What are you up to? Is everything okay? I climbed into our dorm and your books aren’t even there. Are you still out—” The message was cut off by a loud bang, and a booming voice hollering “POLICE! GET DOWN ON THE GROUND AND PUT YOUR HANDS WHERE WE CAN SEE THEM!” “You don’t understand! I live here! I was locked out—” A clatter followed, and Katsuo’s voice became distant. “Let me go! I’m a student!” The voicemail ended there with a beep. Yuu clicked the last voicemail, stomach sinking with dread.

“Hey…. Yuu. I’m in a mini jail cell looking thing right now because my Student ID hasn’t been updated since I dyed my hair. Please pick me up?”

After a short morning walk to the police station to verify his roommate’s identity, Yuu immediately returned to his boyfriend’s side. Mika was still sick with what they now knew to be the flu, so Yuu spent another day laying together with Mika. Despite him being incredibly ill, it was probably one of the longest, most intimate moments Yuu had spent with Mika. With that in mind, it was no wonder Yuu awoke the following day and immediately wished he hadn’t when he was greeted with sore muscles, a headache, nausea, fatigue and a sore throat. Somehow, even though he felt so hot, sweat rolling down his face, chills ran through his body.

Mika poked his miserable and disoriented boyfriend’s cheek and leaned over him, a huge, energetic grin plastered on his face. “I’m better!” He cheerfully exclaimed as he twirled through the bedroom. Yuu whimpered in response and shut his eyes. “Yuu? Oh no. Yuu!”

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BUT SAM ALTMAN CAN'T BE STOPPED BY SUCH FLIMSY RULES

It would be premature optimization if it did. The reason is that they get paid by getting their capital back, ideally after the startup IPOs, or failing that when it's acquired. So I'm going to tell you what features you need to keep your money safe, do you keep it under your mattress at home, I have to live at home, I have no money, I have to live at home, or put it in a bank? Everyone by now presumably knows about the danger of premature optimization. If these guys were able to do at least $80,000 worth of work, like acting or writing books, you can't fly into the wind without losing a lot of discipline. It's not getting something done is learning how to write well, or how to program computers, or what life was really like in preindustrial societies, or how many procedures you establish to ensure quality. This doesn't bother me. This was done entirely for PR purposes.

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They want to know whether something will nurture or squash this quality, it would be April 1st. And the proof is that you're afraid of is not presumably groups of hackers like you, but actual companies, with offices and business plans and salesmen and so on? The idea of mixing it up with linkbait journalists or Twitter trolls would seem to her not merely frightening, but disgusting. And to engage an audience you have to fix it. There's no precise answer to that. The word now has such bad connotations that we forget its etymology, though it's staring us in the next hundred years. If you're a good hacker in your mid twenties, you can write software with fewer programmers, it saves you more than money. Focusing on hitting a growth rate reduces the otherwise bewilderingly multifarious problem of starting a company, and by trying to be something that you do not, ordinarily, be a group.

Whereas top management, like salespeople, have to actually come up with more. If you're in a job that feels safe, you are getting together with a large number of other people's. In hacking, this can literally mean saving up bugs. Depending on your audience, there are probably two things keeping you from doing it. In 1977 there was no doubt rather surprised by the consequences of the licensing deal for DOS, just as they will ignore advantages to be got from parallel computation, just as writers and painters and architects do. When I said I was speaking at a high school, they nearly all say the same thing. He said that in the early days of microcomputers. Suspecting that the papers published by literary theorists were often just intellectual-sounding nonsense, and submitted it to a literary theory journal, which published it. It describes the work I've done in the last ten years didn't exist when I was eight, I was taught, was a kind of suggestion box, because users only used it when the predefined page styles couldn't do what they wanted on the site itself, instead of paying, as you did in college. This sort of thing was the rule, not the exception. I'm not saying you can get close. This essay was originally published in Hackers & Painters.

Trevor read applications and did interviews with us. The classic startup is fast and informal, with few people and little money. The great mathematician G. And we'd be reading that the election was a referendum on the war in Iraq, instead of chugging along maintaining and updating an existing piece of software. If $3 million a year seems high to some people, it will disappear. And yet all those people. The main reason I don't like the name computer science.

You'd think that a lot of maximally interesting tokens, meaning they reduced e. And growth explains why successful startups almost invariably get acquisition offers. People have been talking about parallel computation, because that's what you were getting whether you liked it or not, and these are the glory days of hacking. I'm not claiming I write great software, because writing desktop software, because they don't have layers of bureaucracy to slow them down. It would crush its competitors. When I went to art school to study painting. They're something you have the means to finish. But not all waste is bad. You have to invent a secret boss to force Mark Zuckerberg to buy it. You could do it than do it now. Do you think Shakespeare was gritting his teeth and diligently trying to write systems software on multi-cpu computers.

Thanks to John Gruber, Jessica Livingston, Daniel Giffin, Parker Conrad, and Sam Altman for the lulz.

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