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#Need to give them their own names however dd looked very cursed with just his eyes and mouth#friday night funkin#fnf daddy dearest#fnf mommy mearest
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After the Bombs Fall [Animorphs ficlet]
[Note: I seem to have lost the ask where someone requested my post-war headcanon for Alloran, but anyway here it is.]
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Less than a month after the end of the war, Alloran applies for transfer off of Earth and back to the homeworld. When the first request gets cancelled due to a minor typo in a sub-section of a supplemental form, he curses himself and immediately applies again.
The second application lingers in the metaphorical z-space between agents for longer, nearly two Earth months, before it gets cancelled as well. The systems are overtaxed due to the sudden influx of Earth tourism, the form letter tells him this time, and they’re very sorry for their inability to accommodate his request.
The third time he applies, the form remains “under review” on the submission portal for half a year, even though the review process normally takes less than a day. So he applies a fourth time, a terrible suspicion taking hold by now. The Electorate automatically cancels both applications, and has the gall to send him a snippy comm message asking that he refrain from filing redundant claims from now on.
The fifth application gets reviewed and cancelled; the sixth one doesn’t even get that courtesy. It just stays there, “submitted” but not yet “under review,” unwanted and ignored.
Just like its author.
Alloran considers, then. For nearly a day he paces, watching the andalite computer and the primitive human device alike, and weighs the merits of stealing Visser Three’s Blade ship out of the impound lot. It wouldn’t be hard; the security system is coded to biometrics. No one but he or Tom Berenson could fly that ship now, and Tom Berenson is dead.
After another day, Alloran instead morphs human and walks to the nearest CVS.
He has to swallow an entire jumbo bag of marshmallows and three jars of tomato sauce for comfort before he can swallow his pride as well. But the comfort food does its trick, and at the end he pulls out the human cell phone still registered under one of Esplin 9466′s aliases and enters the fifth speed-dial option.
“Hey, you.” Eva answers immediately. “How’s it going?”
They don’t know each other, not really. And yet in every one of their three conversations, Eva has greeted him like an old friend. Her voice brings a reaction to Alloran’s human morph: tightness in his throat, the heat of tears behind his eyes.
“I apologize for troubling you,” Alloran says stiffly. “Please, if you are busy, disregard this request.”
Eva snorts a laugh. At least, Alloran thinks that that’s what the sound is. “I’m not busy, and I owe you a favor anyway. Shoot.”
Alloran glances around the room, but there are no weapons, so he decides to disregard that last. “I am truly sorry if it slipped my mind,” he says, “but what favor do you owe?”
“My kid is not in jail on some foreign planet right now, and I hear that’s all your fault. What’s the favor?”
“The War Council would not have imprisoned the Animorphs. That is, perhaps Aximili and Prince Jake may have been imprisoned, but doubtless the full Electorate court would have proven merciful—”
“Alloran. What’s the favor.”
He’s stalling, and she knows it. “It’s a bit of a complicated political matter, and I’m afraid I am not well equipped to explain it to a human, but enforcement of our travel policies is more subject to individual agents’ personal judgment than we ideally would have it be, and...”
“Hijo de puta. They’re not letting you go home, are they?”
Alloran fills his human lungs with more air than they technically need for speech. “It’s a complicated matter.” Nevertheless, his voice comes out small.
“You still camping at the Sharing Community Center?”
“Yes.” His voice is even smaller now.
“I’ll be there in half an hour, querido.” She hangs up.
While he waits, he goes outside to run, to graze, to stare up at the stars.
He didn’t lie; it is complicated. The Andalite Electorate is struggling to recover from a decades-long war, one that threatened the existence of their very soul as a people. Seerow’s mistakes — and Alloran’s own decision to publicize the failings of his prince — have ensured that the whole debacle was a massive embarrassment even before the defeat on the hork-bajir homeworld.
And then...
He’s heard the word, whispered and hissed and screamed and shouted.
Abomination.
Abomination.
His face is the public face of the Yeerk Empire. His voice is its voice. The morph he was just using — a bald, middle-aged human male — was constructed from the DNA of a dozen human-controllers. Everything he owns, from the black limousine parked at the curb to the press pass of a woman called Aria, was taken from the hands of murdered slaves.
Of course his people don’t want him back. Of course not. The quantum virus was one thing, but then he had the gall go to and get himself captured by the yeerks. And he’d added insult to injury when he’d challenged a captain on Aximili’s behalf.
He can see it. That’s what stings. He can stare up at the glittering point of his home star even as he runs across a field of dull foreign grass, and at this rate it’ll never be anything but a fixed point of light in an unfamiliar sky ever again.
Eva shows up then, before he can feel too sorry for himself.
She brings a human substance known as pinot noir.
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“And then...” Eva points a wavering finger at him. Her words have gotten blurrier over time. “And then, we just sneak it in, and bam!” She slaps the tabletop.
Alloran leans in across to her. “Bam,” he agrees.
“You needed a ride home?”
At the new voice, Alloran stands up sharply. Too sharply. He gets his two flimsy little legs tangled in the chair and almost pitches over.
Marco catches him. “You all right?” he asks.
“I,” Alloran intones, “am intoxicated. Tox. I. Cate. Ed. Wonderful word. Intock. Sick. Kate. Dd-d-d-d-d.”
“Yeeeaah, I was getting those vibes from the—” Marco leans around him in an impressive display of human balance. “Bottle of wine apiece you two’ve apparently emptied.”
Eva draws herself up. “I did not call and request a ride home, I called and requested a ride to the Netherlands!”
“You’re right, you did.” Marco rolls his eyes. “Which is why I made the decision to show up and bring you home instead.”
“No, no, the Netherlands.” Eva steps up next to Alloran. They both regard Marco carefully. “Not to worry, we’ve thought it through. You call your friend with the private plane, Bradley or Bradford or whomever his name is. We fly out to the Hague tonight.”
“Where is this going,” Marco mutters.
“Holland,” Alloran informs him. “It is-sssss in...”
“Yeah, I’ve been.”
“Anyway.” Eva gestures sharply, bringing attention back to her. “We shall have a perfectly ordinary canister of table salt with us, and we shall request to visit with Visser Three—”
“Oh Jesus. Mom.”
“The guards will not suspect a thing, for it is just an ordinary condiment. All we must then do is create a diversion, and...” Eva flings out both hands as if miming an explosion.
“Splat,” Alloran says. “Pllll-lat. Hissssss.”
“And this will accomplish what, exactly?” Marco asks.
“Making Alloran feel better,” Eva whispers to him. However, she seems to be whispering a great deal louder than she realizes. Humans are ill-equipped for private communication, with their sad reliance on verbal speech. “None of the andalites want him back.”
“Yeah. Cool.” Marco laughs. “Ten out of ten therapists recommend war crimes for a friend in need! And as a guy who’s been to at least ten therapists, I’d know.”
Alloran is not certain, but he believes that Marco might be employing the human verbal quirk known as “sarcasm.”
“No one will suspect a thing.” Eva pats him on the shoulder.
Marco sighs. “Security will just think it’s cocaine.”
“Cocaine?” Alloran asks. “Coke-cane? Co-c-c-c-c-c-c-aine?”
“Something you’re never going to try.” Marco levels a hard stare at him. “Given how well you handle your red wine.”
“Cooo-caaayyy-nnnee. Co-cane.”
“How did you get wrapped up in this dumbass heist, anyway?” Marco looks from one of them to the other.
“Alloran needed me,” Eva says.
“I have no friends,” Alloran announces. “And Arbron does not own a cell phone. Ell. Elffffff-own.”
Marco closes his main eyes for several seconds, massaging the bridge of his nose. An impressive feat of daring, for a creature with no stalk eyes who relies upon bipedalism. “Should’ve known you’d be a morose drunk,” he says.
“So, you’ll take us to the airfield, then?” Eva asks.
Lifting his head up, Marco opens his eyes. “In the words of my wise and estimable mother: if you want it that bad, you can have it when you’re sober.”
Eva opens her mouth halfway, squinting in what Alloran would guess is the effort of remembering when she would have said that. After a second, her expression clears. “I was right to say it, that floozy would have broken your heart in the morning, and this situation is entirely different!”
“That floozy’s name was Jake Gyllenhaal,” Marco mutters, “and I totally would’ve gone for it when I was sober, but I never got his number.”
Eva says something in Spanish, presumably about the loose morals of Jake Gyllenhaal. Marco’s expression would suggest that he only pretends not to understand her.
“Anyway. The point stands. I’m driving you home.” Marco jerks his chin at Eva. “And you,” he says, looking at Alloran, “are gonna morph and sober up before we go anywhere. I’m not having you nothlited on my conscience.”
“But,” Alloran says, “the salt—”
“We’ll revisit the salt in the morning,” Marco says firmly. “Demorph. Please.”
Alloran considers pointing out that he is a war-prince, he does not take orders from alien children, he has his pride... And then considers whether any of those statements is actually true.
He demorphs.
Instantly, he feels both better and worse. On the upside he’s more clear-headed now, but on the downside he’s more clear-headed.
“I’ll call you.” Marco gives him a long look while shepherding Eva out the door.
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Marco does not call, but he does send several written missives to Alloran’s cell phone. The Animorphs still have an illegal andalite communication device, it would appear, and Marco has put in requests to channels both official and not about the possibility of transport from Earth to the homeworld.
—Ax is on it, Marco’s latest text reads. —He’s calling an old friend. Might take some smuggling, but we’ve got an idea.
—Thank you, Alloran types carefully on the tiny keyboard. —Your assistance is greatly appreciated, and undeserved.
He’s debating whether to hit send when there’s a knock on the door.
Alloran’s in an abandoned building the Sharing used to use for housing human-controllers. There is very little chance that this is an incidental knock, or someone who wandered by accidentally.
The thought occurs to him that it’d be smarter to morph human and blend in before he answers. But the fear of facing the unknown in a half-blind, tailless morph wins out. He opens the door as is.
It proves to be the right decision. The andalite on the other side didn’t bother to morph either.
Estrid stares at him in silence for several seconds. Her expression is unreadable, all eyes ahead and carefully blank. Alloran doesn’t know what she’s looking for, but he lets her look.
«Estrid,» he says at last, when it’s clear she isn’t going to speak first. He gestures with his tail blade, the downward sweep of greeting for an honored warrior.
«Father,» she says.
Her own sharp tail-turn puts the flat of her blade toward him. A greeting between equals. An insult. Both not formal enough for an aristh to acknowledge a war-prince, and too formal for greeting a family member.
But then, Alloran went for Estrid, didn’t he. Not Aristh Estrid-Corill-Darrath, not Estri-kala or my child.
They haven’t seen each other in over two years. They haven’t spoken in almost twenty.
Arguably, given how young she was when he was taken, they’ve never really spoken at all. Certainly Alloran knows little of the person his daughter has become as a young adult. As a groundbreaking aristh. As a brilliant researcher.
As a war criminal.
Humans have a saying, about apples that don’t fall far.
«How is Jahar?» Alloran says. It’s what he really wants to know, and he doesn’t know how to approach any of the other minefields that lie between them. «And Ajaht, how is he?»
Judging by Estrid’s expression, she takes this to be a standard small-talk opening instead of the deeply earnest inquiry it is. «Mother is well enough. I suppose you’ll have to apologize to her in person.» She doesn’t mention her brother.
Alloran feels his tail blade drop nearly to the floor without his permission. «Yes. Of course. Estrid...»
«I’m on a diplomatic mission to Earth,» she says briskly. «Prince Aximili and I have concluded discussions with several local leaders about access to morphing technology and tourism restrictions going forward. Therefore, I will be able to exit the planet and return home after being subject to nothing more rigorous than human security scans.» The dismissive little flick of her tail at this last is, all things considered, somewhat warranted. Humans have yet to devise a single effective way to detect morphers.
«Return home,» Alloran repeats.
Might take some smuggling, Marco said. It’s sinking in: Estrid is here to bring him home.
Home. To the wife he disgraced. The brother he got killed. The children who won’t even acknowledge him, a feverish pair of overachievers desperate to leave his legacy behind. Ajaht’s tail-fighting is so legendary that, even using human channels, Alloran has been able to find scraps of news. Estrid’s skill is not praised so publicly... but the yeerks got ahold of Arbat’s files, after their disastrous mission to Earth. Alloran knows more about her, he thinks, than he ever wanted to.
«We’re leaving now,» Estrid says. «My window for authorized exit ends in two-point-eight-six Earth hours, so we need to move.»
She must have been here for days if not weeks, to negotiate the way she’s describing. And yet she came to find him at the last possible second. Likely to minimize the time they’re forced to spend together.
Alloran doesn’t have the time or the energy to care. «What would you prefer me to morph?»
«Something small and Earth-based.» She barely finishes speaking before she starts to morph herself.
Alloran pauses in surprise, because Estrid morphs with shocking skill, melding from andalite to human in a mere forty-seven seconds, all without ever once losing her footing. She even wears a normative amount of clothing when she’s finished, a sundress and sneakers and a coat overtop.
She sighs, looking him over. «We don’t have all day, here.»
«You were wasted in Arbat’s lab,» Alloran says.
«You don’t have to tell me that,» Estrid snaps. «Tell me, dear father, what else was a girl and a second-born and the child of a disgraced bloodline meant to do?»
Alloran has no answer. Silently he morphs.
His options are limited — Visser Three overwhelmingly preferred large to small morphs, and Alloran hasn’t bothered acquiring much else — so he opts for snake, Lachesis muta according to a human-controller from the area. It’s still larger than most Earth reptiles, but by coiling in close he becomes small enough to drop into the oversized pocket of Estrid’s jacket.
Estrid doesn’t speak to him, and he doesn’t ask her to, the entire way back to her fighter. She’s under no obligation, and he won’t force the issue.
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«We’re landing soon,» Estrid tells him, three Earth weeks and eighty-two light years later. She’s maintained that icy formality throughout the entire journey so far, responding to Alloran’s questions — about her research, about her brother, about her morphing — with flat non-answers.
Alloran steps to the viewport to look out over the rolling grasslands of home like a child on his first in-atmosphere flight. Is it home, really? It’s been thirty-nine years since he left home to quell the small skirmish on the hork-bajir homeworld, forty-seven since his first offworld assignment serving under Prince Seerow. He has seen a dozen planets, been a hundred species, since that time. This body belonged to Visser Three for nearly as long as it did to Alloran himself, decades of nonexistence until he all but forgot his own name.
«What will you do next?» Alloran asks Estrid, still desperate for conversation.
She flicks a dismissive hand at the air. «I have my work.»
«Even without Arbat?»
«I didn’t say it was easy.»
«And the quantum virus?»
She turns all four eyes on him. A small part of him wants to scold her for bad form, but a far larger part of him recognizes he’d be overstepping. «The quantum virus never happened,» she says sharply. «And if it did, I was never informed of its existence. This journey was my first visit to Earth, Arbat died in a lab accident, we were never involved in weapons development, and if you even think about saying differently the War Council will back my story, because all of the documentation —»
«Estrid.» He cuts her off as gently as he can. «I would never...»
He sees it, in the stiffening of her stalk eyes. Hears it in the catch of her breath. She doesn’t want a father. Or if she does, she doesn’t want him.
«I would never dishonor the memory of my brother by raising questions about his death,» Alloran says instead.
Estrid relaxes, and turns back to the controls.
He is weary of war, weary of being alone. The person he’d been when he first met Esplin 9466 would have been shouting by now, demanding to know what right Estrid has to consider herself any better than him. He only deployed a quantum virus, had no hand in its evil creation. Either she is a hypocrite... or she is just like the War Council officials who consider it a far worse crime to be enslaved by yeerks than to have murdered ten million hork-bajir.
It’s been a long war, and Alloran has missed her every moment of it. Let her be angry; she’s here.
There is one more delicate question Alloran needs to ask, however, before they disembark on their family’s land. «Jahar,» he says. «I assume... She has found someone else. To help raise you, and...» Dark Sun, but this is hard. «She deserves to be loved, of course.»
Eva’s mate remarried, after all. Together they’d cried about that, somewhere between the third and fourth glasses of wine.
«Who would date her?» Estrid asks. «Who would be seen speaking to her? No. There’s no one. There hasn’t been. There was me, and Ajaht, and that’s it.»
Alloran feels sadness and relief and disappointment and shame at his relief, all at once in a rush too complex to understand. «I see,» he says at last.
«So go to her.» Estrid yanks hard to unseal the fighter’s outer door; they’ve landed without his noticing. «Go to her and—» Another hard yank.�� «Kriffing thing!»
Alloran puts his hand next to hers, pleasantly surprised when she doesn’t pull away. As one they move, and the door comes open at last.
She came to meet them. Alloran doesn’t know why he wasn’t expecting that, and yet...
Jahar is older, lined around the eyes and stooped in her shoulders and dull-edged around her hooves. She’s radiant. Transcendent.
Alloran is frozen. Aware of all the knocks he’s taken, all the shine he’s lost. Aware that they’ve been apart for longer than they ever were together.
He blames that last for the way his knees lock. For the voice that freezes inside his mind, unable to form words. For the crack in his breath and the painful squeeze of his hearts as she becomes the one to step forward. As she raises a hand to his cheek, in the first gentle touch he’s felt in over twenty years.
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[Note: I know that Aloth’s line in #38 about Estrid being Arbat’s niece — which would make her Alloran’s daughter — is probably not meant to be literal in context. But the straightforward interpretation is boring, so I went with the fun one.]
#animorphs#animorphs fic#long post#ficlet#alloran#alloran is my trash baby#animorphs spoilers#victim blaming#estrangement#alloran semitur corass#Estrid Corill Darrath#alloran is estrid's dad#actual dumpster fire alloran semitur hardass#star wars swear words#cold mountain... in space!
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The Set-Up Date
Pairing: jhs x reader
Word Count: 10.4K
Warnings: none!! :DD
Genre: fluff, some angst (but it ends happy!), office!au, friends to lovers!au, mutual pining idiots (a.k.a. my two favorite aus)
Summary: With the annual company anniversary party coming (which just so happens to coincide so closely with Valentine's Day, a day you despise), you find yourself unable to get a date, until the very person you’d been hoping would ask you, Hoseok, sets you up for a date with someone else instead. But it’s fine, everything’s fine…
A/N: This was supposed to only be a short one-shot wtf happened @me. Still, I can’t find myself regretting writing so much (even when I wasn’t supposed to lol) aiudjjasdnkasd I hope it makes whoever decides to read this smile uwu (also finally, finally I finished writing this I have something for Hobi!!!! *happy noises*)
This is in part dedicated to 191026 Hoseok, he will never be forgotten in my heart XDDD
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"The anniversary is just a week away, isn't it? [Name], who are you coming with to the event?"
Seokjin's voice brings you out of your daze, and you stare blankly at him as his question sinks into your mind.
"Huh?"
"The company anniversary dinner, [Name]. Aren't you going?"
Ah. The anniversary dinner. The CEO of the company you worked in had a love for parties that was shared by her husband, so they never failed to go all out with celebrations, and the anniversary dinner was no exception. It was an event where the whole company organized a fancy party in some upscale venue, complete with a buffet, dancing, and- in a complete insistence of their daughters, games. Complete with prizes. All of which you normally adored, to be honest. You’d won a pair of Chanel shoes last year that you were shaken, but ecstatic to realize were genuine goods.
This wouldn’t be your first time coming to the event, really. However, it would be the first time you’d be going alone. You chew on your food slowly, going over how to relay your answer in your head so that Seokjin asks the least amount of questions on the topic.
"Probably not," you eventually admit when the silence stretches too long. "I don't really have anyone to go with."
Seokjin frowns and you prepare yourself. "You? No one's asking you? But I thought Sungmin-"
“Yeah, well, I guess he changed his mind. He asked Mikyong yesterday, not that I care.”
The last words come out sharp, memories from yesterday filtering into your mind. Sungmin is a fellow co-worker of the two of you who had been flirting with you for the past few weeks- or, you think he did. Now you’re not so sure. If he is, he wouldn’t have been asking someone else to be his date, now would he? It’s not like you would have turned him down if he asked you, even if you already like someone else.
Someone I’m trying to get over, you gloomily remind yourself. With that, your bruised ego backs down for your hurt to come through.
Seokjin it seems notices the sharp downfall of your mood, because he stops asking about Sungmin. “So... you're not going,” he says, more an affirmation than a question.
“No, I'm not.”
He scoops another mouthful of food into his mouth, chewing thoughtfully for a while before he speaks again. “You know it doesn't have to be about just dates right? There's still the food and the dancing, not to mention the games.”
There’s a pause, before he starts to speak again. “Besides, Hoseok is the one organizing this year's anniversary dinner slash party, so you know it's going to be amazing.“
You shrug and make a face at him. “Maybe, but you know it's going to be filled with couples and I'm just not about that- not to mention the games will probably be mostly by partners since it's so close to Valentine’s day.”
The sulk in your voice does not miss him and Seokjin raises an eyebrow at you again, a teasing smirk slowly alighting his face. “Is the real reason you don't want to go-“
You start at the expression on his voice, and interrupt him hurriedly, unwilling to go down that line of discussion. The trash gets quickly swept into the bin as you stand up and quickly walk away. “Oh look at that, it's time to get back to work! I'll see you later!”
Seokjin’s voice calls out after you, laughter evident in his tone and you curse him out in your head. “We're not done talking about this missy!”
You turn around, look him in the eye and (discreetly) flip him off.
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When you get back to your cubicle that day, you find yourself with an unopened email. It’s not exactly uncommon- it’s much easier to send a message than it is to leave your cubicle if you want to talk to anyone not near you. That said, you scrunch your nose at the email you receive.
Seokjin: since you won't do anything about it I've decided you need an intervention
[Name]: WHY ARE YOU EVEN SO INVESTED IN MY LOVE LIFE YOU WEIRDO
Seokjin: well what are friends for
You scowl at the message, preparing yourself to type out a rebuttal.
[Name]: not meddling in their friends-
But then Jin’s next message makes you stop short, a heavy sigh of exasperation leaving you.
Seokjin: and since you clearly won't help yourself, I've brought in reinforcements too
Seokjin: you’re welcome
“You've got to be kidding me,” you murmur to yourself, groaning afterwards. “All because I don't have a date?! I'm going to kill him, I swear…”
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Hours later finds you stare at the dim setting of the club, idly wondering how long you are supposed to ‘go clubbing’ before you’re allowed to go home. While clubbing was never your favorite activity (too noisy, too chaotic, too many people, just too much), today you aren’t in the mood for it…. at all.
Still, a part of you is happy for your friends, who seem to be making a headway in making the most of the night. Jungkook, in particular, who’s soaking up the crowd’s attention on the dance floor. One of them though breaks away from the crowd and (you assume) challenges him. Really. If there’s anything your time with him has taught you though, it’s that Jungkook is one of the most competitive people you know, a fact of which this person challenging him doesn’t know. They will soon though. Too bad you can’t see their face- as you’re facing Jungkook instead, who smirks and then leans closer.
You look away, disinterested and wonder if you should get another drink. Or sleep. If that was possible in a club.
“Noona.”
You idly look up, eyebrows raised and you meet Jimin’s eyes, his cherubic face completely and yet at the same time perfectly complementing his sinfully hot attire. You sip your drink, eyebrows still raised in a silent question and he grins at you.
“So you need a date for the anniversary party?”
You choke on your drink, some of the liquid going down the wrong pipe and you hack and cough. For a moment your throat burns and you consider throwing your glass at Jimin, but then someone hands you some water, while another begins rubbing your back soothingly and the sting eases up. You glare at Jimin, who, while wearing an apologetic smile on his face has amusement all but visible in his eyes. Then you look at Taehyung, who’s wearing a similar expression.
“Jin told you, didn’t he?” You grumble, your leisurely mood gone. Taehyung chuckles as he sits down beside you, and Jimin on the other.
“Yeah, but we volunteered to help on our own, noona, don’t worry,” Jimin says, smiling softly at you.
“That’s what friends do,” Taehyung adds. You sigh at their words, though you feel the tension on your shoulders lighten up.
“What did Jin tell you anyway?”
Jimin and Taehyung share a look over your head that you decidedly ignore at the moment, before a new voice speaks up. “Not much! Really, I just told them basic facts. For one, that Sungmin’s a jerkwad-”
You instantly reach out behind you to pinch whoever it is (though you’re pretty sure you know who it is), to be rewarded by a familiar yelp. You sink into the sofa and grin.
Seokjin’s wounded pout is prominent on his face- yet again another member of the ‘angelic faces and devilish looks’ club. He plops down on the couch, directly opposite to yours and continues his sentence. “... and that you don’t have a date to the party anymore.”
“Aren’t there other people in your department without a date?” You soon hear Namjoon’s voice pipe up, only for the man to appear a second later and sit on Seokjin’s side.
“There is.” At this point, you wonder if they’ve premeditated your current situation- you wouldn’t put it past them, really. Yoongi’s ever present smirk makes itself visible as he sinks down on the other side of Seokjin, a drink in his hand as well. “But she’s not exactly close to them.”
“You think you guys are so smooth,” you deadpan at them. “Were you able to successfully deliver your lines? Who’s left? Jungkook?”
“Oh no,” Seokjin says, delight evident in his tone and you consider, for the second time the pros and cons of throwing your drink at Seokjin. Pros, it’d get him to shut up. Cons, he’d come up with a more embarrassing way to, well, embarrass you. “We tasked Jungkook with bringing Hobi here.”
You choke, for the second time, on your drink. “You what.”
“Well,” Seokjin innocently smiles. “It can’t be a group discussion without all eight of us, right?”
“Kim Seokjin, one of these days I’m going to string you up by your entrails,” you hiss at him, Seokjin only giving you a beam as if instead of cursing, you’ve burst into applause for his brand of mischief. You turn to the others, a pout on your lips. “And you guys! I thought you’d be on my side for this,” you whine.
“We are, [Name],” Taehyung grins. “You’ll see, you’ll be thanking us after this,” he promises, winking at you and you send him a withering look.
“What Taehyung means to say is,” Namjoon intervenes. “I know you’re nervous right now, but trust us. We wouldn’t do this just to make fun of you.”
You sigh and lean back on the couch. “Even so, I don’t know how having a-” you pause to make quotation marks in the air, “‘group discussion’ is going to solve my problem. I think, at this point… it’s better not to go to the anniversary party at all.”
“You aren’t attending, [Name]? Why not?” The surprised tone isn’t what sets off your nerves- it’s the owner of that voice that has you suddenly fumbling with your drink as your hands tremble.
“Hobi!”
“Hey there [Name]! Sorry it took me a while- I got you some of that drink you like from the bar on the way though.”
And there he is- your bestfriend… and, dare you admit, your crush, in the flesh. Heart-shaped lips set into a familiar, sunny smile that has your pulse racing a little too fast- Hoseok leans in to hand over your order, and you tilt up to thank him, when without a thought he brushes off a few strands of hair stuck on your forehead from sweat, tucking them behind your ear and you hold his hand in yours.
“Your hands are cold,” you mutter, nose scrunched up. “Did you forget to bring gloves or something? It’s still February, you know,” you chidingly tell him. Hoseok smiles sheepishly.
“Sorry, I was trying to get here as fast as I could and I forgot.”
You frown at that, before relenting- and then opening up your purse to get out another pair of gloves. “I had a feeling you would. Seriously, how many times does this make now?”
“Sorry! But you always carry a pair for me anyway.”
“Doesn’t mean it’s okay to just forget them,” you mutter.
You hear someone clear their throat- the two of you jerk away from each other, red instantly blooming across both of your features. You whip around with a glare on your face- Seokjin only snickers at you.
“Did you two forget about us again?” Yoongi drawls. Jimin and Taehyung are giggling- Namjoon looking away a little, though you still see the small smile he’s trying to hide. Seokjin and Yoongi both smirking. A rush of embarrassment floods you when you realize that almost everyone has seen your little moment.
Which, if by the way that Hoseok himself jerks away too, a blush on his face, is something that just occurred to him as well. You clear your throat and straighten in your seat.
“Um. Hey Hobi,” you nod at him, before internally yelling at yourself because you already greeted him why do it again you dumbass. “We were just- talking? Uh… why don’t you take a seat first? You’re the only standing, you know.”
Inwardly, you can’t help but groan at how affected Hoseok seems to be by the guys’ teasing.
Three years of being bestfriends, and while you were content with that, the others just had to start making things awkward by pointing out and teasing you two (you ignore the voice in your head that says it’s always been hard for you, because you’ve always been attracted to Hoseok, they just made it awkward for him and you hate that because you miss being casually intimate with him… even if it’s just as friends).
“Um- yeah, I should.” Hoseok nods back, seemingly almost as nervous as you- you take a sip of your drink (it never fails to make your heart warm, how Hoseok remembers your alcohol just the way you like it, even when it involves five steps with very specific methods and measurements- sue you, you liked your drinks a very certain way) before setting it down. You’re aware that with Hoseok here, the guys will be… well, you don’t know what exactly they’re planning yet, but you know they have something going on. Still, you can’t help but stiffen at Hoseok, who… sits down right next to you, where Jimin was sitting.
Your eyes widen and you look at Jimin- who’s apparently relocated, sending him a betrayed look. He giggles at you, eyes forming a crescent moon with the way he smiles.
“So,” Seokjin starts as the silence stretches a little too long, a wide, mischievous smile on his lips. “We were just talking about [Name] and her problem.”
“About the party?” Hoseok furrows his eyebrows in puzzlement. “But I thought you already had a date. I mean… you’re you, [Name].”
Your hands shoot up to cover your face instantly as you feel yourself redden from his words.
“Sungmin asked Mikyong,” Taehyung nonchalantly says, no grin on his face, but you can still see the amusement in his eyes anyway. It was annoying how good your friend was at acting, on more than one occasion you’d jokingly told him he should have been an actor instead, especially when he uses it against you. “It was for the greater good anyway. He wouldn’t have been a good partner for [Name].”
“And what, pray tell, is a ‘good partner’ for me?” You grumble, finally lowering your hand.
“Someone who can make you laugh anytime,” Seokjin instantly states. Unbidden, a memory of Hoseok and his resounding laughter never failing to draw you in appears in your mind, but you will it away.
“Someone who takes notes and remembers even the littles details about you!” Jimin says with a grin. Your eyes flicker over to the drink on the table, your complicated drinks and how Hoseok never fails to remember every part of it, the very fact that he bothered to get you a drink at all.
“Someone who comforts you even when you’re trying not to let it show.” Taehyung gives you two his boxy smile. The moment from before flits into your mind- the casual way Hoseok gingerly brushed your hair away, and even before that, how he somehow always manages to be there to lend you a hand.
“Someone who makes you grow as a person,” Namjoon adds. Your eyes land on your friends- and you remember how Hoseok had been the one to introduce you to your now close friends.
Truthfully speaking, Hoseok is your first friend at the office- and your most important one, too. When you had just moved to the city, and into the office as well, Hoseok was the one who helped draw you out of your shell, just by being himself. It didn’t matter that he was another department away, or that there really wasn’t any reason to approach you, he did anyway, because he wanted to help. You hadn’t expected to find a close friend in him, but his smile and the way Hoseok always seems to be, well, so happy and loud complemented your quiet and shy nature. He’s the one who you go to first, no matter what, if you have a problem or if you just want to share good news with. Two years later finds you nicely settled into the office hive.
You avert your eyes from everyone’s gazes and stare at the table instead.
“And finally, someone who will put you as their top priority, no matter what,” a sudden voice finishes- you turn around to see Jungkook behind you, bunny smile in place.
Someone who puts you as their top priority- that, you wish you could say for certain that Hoseok does, but does he really? You want to believe it- there is so much evidence, but at the same time, you’re not confident enough. You don’t think you ever will be, to be honest.
“You guys have really high standards for my future partner, huh,” you dryly say. Yoongi merely offers you two a smirk, as Jungkook sits on Taehyung’s side- the round couch becoming quite cramped with eight people sitting on it. You squirm a little, feeling the lack of space keenly before someone tugs you closer to him- you look up, startled. For a moment, you’ve forgotten that Hoseok is right beside you, and when you turn to him, you find him sporting a worried frown, but it’s as if he doesn’t even register what he’s done.
“Only the best for our [Name],” Yoongi says, before tilting his head. “Though seriously there’s already a candidate that fits all the criteria, so it’s only right that we don’t lower them.”
“There is?”
“Who?” You, who else? You stare determinedly at the table and pretend that you don’t know what the guys are talking about.
“Who indeed,” Seokjin smirks. You kick him under the table- and are rewarded with a yelp. Nope. You can’t do this. You can’t let them go through with their plan at all, good god.
“Unless you’re talking about my idols then I don’t think you’re talking about anyone,” you scoff, before reaching over and squeezing Hoseok’s hand. “Don’t listen to them Hobi, they’re just teasing me. Honestly, all this talk about getting a date is making me feel tired.”
You shoot the other boys a glare- one that says there will be severe consequences if they don’t follow your lead. Seokjin sighs- but then he nods slightly, and the other boys either pout or shrug.
“Don’t worry [Name],” Hoseok smiles at you. “You’re a great person. Someone will ask you to be their date for the party, I’m sure of it.”
You scrunch up your nose, even as you huff. Inwardly you sigh in relief as the topic leads back into something lighter, easier to banter with. “Easy for you guys to say, I've never seen you have trouble getting dates.”
“Oh, remember last year?” Jungkook swoops in to help you, leading on from your words with a mischievous grin. Seokjin begins cackling.
“You mean that client that was obsessed with Taehyung? How could I not forget? That was-”
“-traumatizing as hell,” Taehyung cuts in with a grimace.
“On some level for you, definitely,” Yoongi snickers. “Not for us, though.”
“Still, you have to admit it was a little hilarious, she really thought she could get his attention by acting like a child who couldn't take no for an answer…”
You lean back into your seat, feeling ten times more tired and stressed than you had been when the night first started- the only reprieve being the feel of Hoseok’s hands in yours.
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The next day, you wake up with a massive headache- one alleviated by Seokjin’s special ‘hangover cure’ that even to this day, you still don’t know the contents of. Still, it works wonders, and by the time lunch rolls by, your headache is gone, and by the end of your shift, you feel the effects of the previous night fully dissipate.
Only one final trip before you can go home. You cheer yourself up with that thought and determinedly move along, when-
“[Name]!”
You startle, whirling around in surprise as someone takes a desperate hold of your arm- the other you raise to whack the offender, but then the voice sinks into your mind as familiar and-
“Hobi?” You stare at him in surprise, lowering the hand you were about to hit him with- that you just now notice is still holding the last few paperwork you’re to deliver to another department. “Um- hi, what brings you here?” You internally wince at the way you word your sentence. ‘What brings you here’? That just sounded really old, you scold yourself. “Not that I’m not happy to see you!”
“Oh, well-” Hoseok starts before he clears his throat and fidgets a little in place, though his hold on you remains. You furrow your brows. The nervous energy radiating from Hoseok makes you, well, nervous too, and you wonder just what he’s going to ask you. Finally it seems as if he gathers his thoughts again and he speaks.
“I was just thinking, about the party tomorrow night, last night you said-”
The papers in your hand crease instantly from the sudden tight hold you have on them. When your voice comes out, you’re completely aware of how it is a few decibels higher, as embarrassment floods your veins.
“Oh, that- yeah, um, please don't tell me you're here to tell me it's okay to go-”
“I could set you up with a date,” he blurts out- then winces. Still, he holds his ground.
You pause. “You- you could?”
“... Um, yeah. I could- I'd love to. Besides, I'm your best friend, remember? I want you to have a great time… and, well, if that’s not enough, I’m the organizer too. I'm putting in a lot of hard work to make the party great, so- I'd love it if you could come.” He smiles at you hopefully, and you deflate. Of course. Of course he’d be setting up a date for you, not asking you to go with him. Of course. It’s not like he’s interested in you that way, in any way really, other than a friend. Of course.
It’s hard being reminded of how painfully one-sided your crush is, but you need it sometimes, you tell yourself. Otherwise your imagination would only get worse.
Your eyes flicker back up to him, from the papers you’d unknowingly been staring at, and slowly give what you hope is a relieved smile.
You pause deliberately, trying to think of a good response that doesn’t give away the current state of your heart.
“Hmmm… I don’t know, they better not be anything like Myungdae,” you finally tease him, memories of a previous group date suggested by Jungkook with you and your co-workers, encouraged by Hoseok turning into a disaster coming up.
“That was just a one time thing!” He protests. “And I got you out of there fast, didn’t I?”
Your heart clenches a little. “I guess you did. Points to you for that, then.”
You take a deep breath- there isn’t a way to get out of your current situation, is there?
“Alright then,” you sigh. “Only if it’s okay with you. And, um, whoever you're setting me up with.”
Hoseok beams, the smile radiant and dare you say, victorious and that only sends your mood spiraling even further. Though you’re struggling not to let it show. “He’s definitely okay with it- I mean, if he knew!” He corrects himself with a sheepish grin, before continuing. “He'd definitely be okay with it when I tell him, so don't worry about that. And I wouldn’t set you up with anyone who wouldn’t treat you the way you deserve to be treated.”
And as much as his words make your heart warm, you can’t look at the person you’ve liked for so long personally trying to set you up with someone else right now. You just can’t. You avert your eyes, trying to think of how to leave immediately, when the ticking of the clock reminds you- you’re only a trip away to freedom. “Right, okay- I’ll trust your judgement then. Um- thank you, and, um, sorry, Hobi, I need to pass these papers, the other department will get on my-”
Hoseok instantly releases you with an apologetic look on his face, and you inwardly sigh in relief even as you already miss his touch. “No, no, it's okay. Sorry for holding you back-”
You wince. “No, it's okay! I like talking with you, it's just-”
“-I mean, I should get back to prepping the party myself-”
“-I really have to go-” You pause at his words. “Wait, isn't the party in a week?”
Hoseok shrugs a little, a tight smile on his face. “Yeah, but there was an accident with the venue... we had to reschedule and start all over again yesterday. I've been working with the party organizers about the schedule and how we're setting up the venue, checklisting which supplies we already have and don't have yet, and, uh, stuff like that.”
Your mouth drops open in surprise. “All that by yourself?”
Hoseok’s smile turns a touch more genuine at the worry and concern in your eyes. “Well, yeah. But don’t worry! I know it sounds a lot, but I can handle it.”
You bite your lip, unsure what to say. The anniversary party has always been a huge deal in the company, and messing it up, no matter whose fault it really was, would reflect poorly on everyone involved, the planner getting the worst of it.
“Still,” you eventually say, your voice small, and Hoseok looks at you in surprise.You continue on regardless of the blush on your face. “If you want- I could, um, I could help? Just- you sound really stressed, and I thought, the company always lets up easy on us this time of the year since anniversary, so.”
“That's not-” Hoseok hesitates, a hesitant type of hope appearing on his face. “I mean, are you sure?”
You clear your throat, finally smiling a little. “Yeah, I'm sure.”
Hoseok’s eyes crinkle in relief, and he scoops you up in a hug, complete with celebratory noises. “Wah, thank you, [Name]! I won’t overwork you, I promise!”
You burst into soft laughter, your arms instantly coming to grip him just as tight. Your head is spinning a little, not just because he’s definitely spinning you around just now, but maybe also because Jung Hoseok is embracing you completely and oh god, you could definitely smell his cologne- just a tilt of your head and you could bury your head in the crook of his neck. This isn’t the first time he’s hugged you like this, but every time feels like the first anyway with how fast your heart is beating.
The two of you are breathless when he stops, close enough in each other’s space that you wonder if he can hear how fast your heart is beating. You tilt your head to the side as you stare at him, and he at you, and-
“Hobi. The supervisor's asking for you.”
Min Yoongi’s voice rings through the hallway, and the silence is instantly broken.
The two of you both jump back, and if this was any other time you’d laugh at the startled, embarrassed (for Hoseok, Yoongi just looks like he’s one step away from cackling) look both Hoseok and Yoongi is wearing, though for different reasons. As it is, you’re wearing one yourself and you don’t feel like making fun of yourself too.
A silence of another kind descends on the three of you, before Hoseok clears his throat.
“Ah, right. See you, [Name].”
You will away the lingering blush on your face as you say goodbye to him .”Mhm... see you too, Hobi.”
You let the tension seep out of your body as you hear Hoseok’s footsteps fade away, a sigh leaving your lips. Yoongi strolls over to you, with amusement on his face now that the situation is over- you send him a sharp glare.
“Not a word, Yoongi. Not a word,” you warn him. Yoongi only gives you a smirk.
“If you really like him, you should make a move,” he advises you, ignoring your earlier words.. “The girls on my side of the office are already drawing sticks on who gets to ask him first.”
“And you’re involved in this how?” You snipe back, unwilling to touch on the implications of his words. “You’ve never liked going to the anniversary dinner. I even doubt if you’ll be going this year.
He shrugs. “Maybe, maybe not. But if I was, I'd rather go there and see you with Hobi rather than Hobi and some random girl.”
You sigh at his advice. “Thanks Yoongi.” If there is sarcasm in your voice as you speak, well, who’s there to hear it?
“Anytime!” He calls out cheerfully as he leaves, and you (again, discreetly) flip him the finger too.
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When you get home that evening, you throw yourself on the couch and contemplate breaking out your tub of ice cream. You’d been planning to limit yourself to eat only at most a scoop a day since pay day was still two weeks away and there was only one container left, but…
You groan and text Seokjin instead.
‘Cancel the intervention’
Seokjin’s reply is instant. ‘???’
‘Hobi told me he'd set me up with a date…’
‘wait what’
You scowl. And as if that wasn’t enough, he adds another line.
‘are you sure he didn't just ask you?’
‘YES I’M SURE and no he didn't’ you angrily text back, before sulking again.
‘why would he even though’
‘uhhh because he's had the biggest crush on you since you started working here?’
You roll your eyes. ‘not this again istg Jin’
‘yeah, yeah, it's not that way, he's just being friendly, you’re just best friends etc.’
You stop typing at his reply and the frustration you can sense in it, long enough that Jin sends you another text before you finish your reply. ‘but just to be clear, I think you're both idiots if you can't see how much the two of you blush and stutter and basically act like two stereotypical idiots in love pining after each other’
You grumble, erase what you had been typing and send a short rebuttal his way to end the conversation. ‘whatever you say Jin’
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The only thing worse than agreeing to have Hoseok set you up on a date, you think to yourself, is how you volunteered to help him with his work.
Which, you guess, you would’ve done anyway even if time was re-winded. You would’ve signed up for this- late afternoons and early evenings spent together, only the two of you in the room because everyone else had left to go home. The absence of silence between the two of you because even while working, you’ve always found it easy to talk to Hoseok and the same goes for him too. Though you try not to let it affect your workload too much (you offered to help cut down his work, not add more to it after all), you rationalize it to yourself- really, you’re only helping keep the stress down! A little bit of chatting and having fun is allowed, right?
During the years you’ve been friends with him, you’ve never spent as much one-on-one time with Hoseok like this- as at work, you were in different departments. And with a different time schedule (his started halfway into your own shift), the two of you rarely had time to spend time with each other outside of texting and messages and lunch and dinner breaks.
So this- hours spent just between the two of you, even if it’s only for a week, until the party, it makes you feel- well.
If there are moments when Hoseok smiles a little too warmly at you (when you’ve made him laugh, or the two of you resolve a particularly troubling part of the party), moments when your hands brush each other (because, how can you hear each other if you’re working far away from each other? Clearly the only way to work through the party together is to sit close to each other too), or moments when he looks at you with- dare you hope- something more in his eyes (that you don’t dare look too deeply into, lest you make a fool of yourself, if not more than you have already), well.
You still would have chosen the same in the end.
Because he’s your best friend, and unfortunately, you like him (you ignore the little voice in your head- which sounds a lot like Jin- that scoffs and says that you wouldn’t go this far if this was only for a friend, or just a crush. No, you won’t entertain listening to it at all).
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“Namjoon?”
You cautiously call out, the stack of papers on your hand heavy enough that you shift its weight every few seconds or so, just to alleviate the strain on your arms, though there still remains a small smile on your face, remnant of when Hoseok drew you close into another hug as the two of you successfully took off another part of the checklist. With only three days left until the party itself, you’re relieved and happy to see that there’s only a little bit left to work on.
Namjoon looks up from the paperwork he’s been reading- his famous dimpled smile coming to his lips as he sees you.
“Ah, [Name]. Thanks, can you just place them here on my desk?” He begins stacking several folders over another to make space- you wince and hope that they don’t fall and scatter around into a mess- until there’s barely enough clear room for the papers. You nod in reply and place the papers down, making your way out of the room when Namjoon looks back up at you with a confused look on his face.
“Wait, aren’t you supposed to be off the clock now?”
You shuffle in place, a nervous tic you have, before you bite your lip and speak. “Oh, no. I was, but, um, I’m currently helping Hoseok with the, um, event.”
“Oh... I see.” You can all but see him raise his eyebrow in intrigue, and you make a face. It’s not exactly a secret between you and your friends- your crush on Hoseok. However, while most of them are insistent that your feelings for each other are mutual (complete with explanations and pointed out moments), you point out, just as insistent, that if he really liked you, Hoseok would have made a move long ago. However he hasn’t and so you don’t dare hope.
“Please don't make that face, I'm just helping him and that's it,” you clarify in a- what you hope- is a firm voice.
“Sure,” he says, the skepticism barely hidden and you pout.
“That said, you're not going with Hoseok to the anniversary this year?” He adds, and your mood falls even more. You sigh.
“I'm not, besides, it's Hoseok himself who's setting me up with a date to the event, so…”
Namjoon startles, eyes widening in surprise. “Wait, he is?”
Instead of giving a verbal response, you nod glumly.
Namjoon pauses, and when he speaks again, the layered tone in his voice makes you frown. “That, uh, hm. I see.”
“What do you mean, I see?” You parrot back, narrowing your eyes at him. “That sounded suspicious.”
Namjoon fake-coughs immediately, waving a hand in the air, his words falling out fast. “It's nothing! You should probably go to Hoseok now. You were going to help him, right? He probably hasn't had anything to eat since lunch- you could get him food.”
“Right…” At the mention of Hoseok, you relent, giving him a stink-eye instead. Namjoon busies himself in his paperwork, but not before you catch a glimpse of the smile on his face, the ‘I-know-a-secret-that-you-don’t-but-I-won’t-say-anything’ smile.
You huff and let it be. Whatever it is, you’ll find out soon anyway, right?
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‘what's the color of your dress going to be?’
You pause, staring at the message on your phone for a few seconds. Right. You’d almost forgotten.
For a moment, you debate telling Hoseok that you’ve changed your mind, you’re not going to the party since you’re sick, your cousin visited, you need to visit someone in the hospital-
Hoseok wouldn’t fault you, you know. He’d understand your situation, tell you that he’d tell the other side, so you wouldn’t have to worry about rejecting them- but you also know he’s going to be disappointed since he’s put in so much effort in matching you up with this ‘mystery’ person.
You sigh. And in the short time that you’ve mulled over your thoughts, you find that he’s sent another text.
‘so you're matching with each other’
What color would you pick, anyway? You start to text him with your favorite color, when you pause.
Hoseok had always looked amazing in that red suit you once saw him wear to one of the company’s formal events, and if he planned to wear that...
‘red, probably’ you find yourself texting instead, before you add. ‘definitely red’
‘I'll let them know them’
Your fingers move on their own accord to type out another message, but in the end, you send the message into the draft box. Nothing good would come out of sending that message.
‘You're the one I want to match with, though’
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Your life has been recently going pretty well, so it stands to reason that it was only a matter of time before your next minor breakdown.
At this point, you had accepted it. You were going to the party in a few days with a complete stranger recommended to you by Jung Hoseok, your best friend and your crush. But, you reasoned with yourself, at least you got to spend time with him, just the two of you working together alone. Not just that, you became closer too. And also, Hoseok was going alone, and therefore it didn’t matter if he set you up with someone because it would only be a one time thing and you could gently let the other person down after the party and go back to, well, getting over Hoseok.
“... probably the first time I've seen Hobi-hyung so determined to get just the perfect suit, he asked me for advice too. I told him to just wear that one suit she really liked- the all-red one…”
Or not. You stop in your tracks, a strand of paper falling from your arms that you hastily pick up even as you backstep into a room to avoid detection. From outside, you can hear Jimin, Jungkook and Taehyung speaking, the contents of which you are very much interested in, no matter if it’s hard to hear over how hard your heart is beating.
“Hyung really bought a corsage too?” Jimin’s laughter echoes through the hallway. A corsage…? You stiffen in disappointment as their words hit, and yet you stay in your hiding spot.
“Yeah… they were insistent about him buying it since he wants to ‘impress his lady’.” You can almost hear Jungkook’s amused smirk in his voice, followed by Taehyung and Jimin’s resounding laughter- you release a shaky breath and drop to your knees.
The papers fall from your hands as the pieces of your heart do so too.
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When you come up to him to officially finish all the preparations for the event scheduled in 24 hours, you’re silent, and you won’t meet his gaze- Hoseok frowns, worry in his eyes. You resolutely stay quiet anyway, interrupting every moment he starts to speak with a shuffle of the papers in your hand, or suddenly frowning.
You don’t see him nervously fidgeting too, your tense mood affecting him in turn.
It’s only when the two of you pack up and leave, all the work done- and hadn’t that been an awkward moment, when the checklist had been fully completed, that his first instinct was to draw you into a hug and you almost delved into it? Of course, you didn’t in the end anyway, aware of the still broken pieces of your heart- that he timidly speaks up.
“[Name],” he mumbles your name with an unsure tone in his voice. “Are you- is there something wrong?”
Your grip on your skirt tightens and you don’t mean to reply, really, you don’t, much less in a bitter tone of voice, but when you look up at him and see the confused but concerned look on his face you do anyway. “I thought you said you were going alone to the event?”
His eyes widen in surprise, all but confirming your words. “I, uh, I asked someone- pretty recently.” You feel yourself wilt at his words. How did you miss something like that? How could the boys not tell you about that?
More than that, it hurts to think that Hoseok would have kept this mystery girl from you, even going so far as to ask her to be his date without a mention of it to you, his best friend.
Though when the silence goes too long, you take in a deep breath and decide to be mature about it. Okay, fine, Hoseok has got a date, whatever. Whatever, you repeat to yourself. You will not be a sore loser and be bitter about the fact that some person you don’t know about has gotten Hoseok’s attention enough for him to ask them to be his date. You will not. “I see.”
“[Name]-” Hoseok reaches out for you- something that, had it happened a week ago you would have been stammering about, and, if only a few days ago you would have happily, if not shyly been happy about, but now not anymore- and you shrug him off, forcing a smile on your face.
“It's nothing- I'm happy for you, Hoseok! Your date must be lucky to have you. I hope they appreciate all the work we put into the event. That said, we should probably get home quick so we can rest earlier for the event, huh?” You say with as much fake cheer as you can, struggling to keep a normal facade, though the way his face falls at how you call him by his name now instead of his nickname doesn’t escape you. “I should go home too. I can’t-” your smile tightens but you continue,” wait to meet this mystery person you set me up with, Hoseok. So much, I’m just going to go, okay?” And if there is a moment in your mini-speech slash rant that is tinged with bitterness, if your eyes are starting to water and well up with tears, well. You walk away too fast for Hoseok to catch up and ask you about it.
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“Noona?” You startle at the sound of Jungkook’s voice near you, having been mindlessly staring off into the distance. When you turn your head to the side- you find him standing near you, a worried look on his face, a frown on his lips. “What are you doing here?”
For a moment you consider telling him that’s everything’s fine, but then you remember just why you are sitting on a swing at eight in the evening, crying to yourself, and when you speak your tone is sharp. “What? Am I not allowed to be here?”
Jungkook’s eyes, if it’s possible, gets even wider and he immediately takes a step closer. “No, it's just- wait, are you crying?”
You look down at your feet and, even though it’s painfully obvious just from your voice, say otherwise. “‘'m not… just, just a sore throat.”
You hear him shuffle in place, and if you look at him you know you’ll see him chew on his lips nervously, bunny tooth visible. “Um- okay.”
A moment passes- the playground is silent, and you wonder if Jungkook has left, when you hear another voice.
“Jungkook! Get back here, you impet!”
You let out a silent groan at Seokjin’s voice, loud and clear and annoyed. For a moment you consider just ignoring the two of them, or leaving, but then Seokjin runs over to the two of you and your second choice is lost.
You can see the moment Seokjin notices your less-than-stellar state as he quiets down. The only sound you hear is his footsteps, and whispering from the two- you close your eyes and pretend you’re alone.
A few minutes pass before you hear the other swing suddenly move, the indication that someone is now sitting on it. “If you want us to go, we can leave,” he quietly says.
You open your eyes and shoot him a bland look, knowing just as much as he did that the words were only for courtesy. They wouldn’t leave you alone now that they’ve seen you cry.
“You can stay,” you finally tell him with a grumble. On your other side, Jungkook sits down on the other swing too. Seokjin swings a little- Jungkook, turning everything into a competition and not wanting to lose does the same, only a little higher- you hear them urge you to join and you let out a bark of laughter as the two try to out-swing each other.
When the two are done- Jungkook beating Seokjin, as the latter almost catapulted out of his seat with a shriek and a yield, making you laugh, but then again, what did you expect?- the three of you are silent. For a while, no one speaks, you basking in the comfort of their presence with a small smile on your face at their attempts to cheer you up.
“I was content with going on that date he set me up with, because I thought he’d be going alone... but then I find out he's going with a date…”
“Finally, I thought he’d never-” you barely hear Jungkook mutter, the latter of his sentence you fail to hear, as Seokjin looks at you, confused.
“Isn't he talking about you?”
“No, he's not!” You explode, lips twisting into a harsh grimace. “How would he be if he's the one suggesting I go with someone I don't-”
You cut yourself off and angrily huff, unwilling to delve into a rant. A beat passes and Seokjin raises an eyebrow at you, a curious look in his eyes.
“Well, but do you know who he's going with?”
You deflate. “No, I don't.” You pause. “Why?”
“Because it sounds really suspicious. [Name], if you see it from any of our point of views, there isn't any other girl close with hyung, or we'd have heard about them,” Seokjin explains.
“So it's either she isn't that close with him yet, or she's only friends with him, or... he's a really good actor. You still have a chance, [Name]. What do you have to lose if you confess?”
“If it helps,” Jungkook adds, a mysterious, cheeky smile on his face. “You’re the only one I’ve seen Hobi-hyung be so happy with, noona. I don’t see hyung smiling so much with anybody else.”
“Still,” you mumble in a low voice.
“We’ll help you every way,” Seokjin reassures you. “Besides, this isn’t just about you. It’s for Hobi too. We just want the two of you to be happy.”
You stay silent at his response, thinking over his words, before you make a decision.
“When you say it like that... I guess there’s not to much to lose, is there?” You wryly say, making Seokjin and Jungkook yell triumphantly.
“Go for it, [Name]-noona! We'll cheer you on,” Jungkook cheerfully tells you. Jin, on your other side, pulls up his phone- though you fail to see what he’s typing.
You bury your head in your knees when you realize you’re going to do the cliche- confessing to your best friend, on a day so near to Valentine’s day too.
You can do this, you tell yourself. You can do this.
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Twenty hours later, and four hours before the event, and you find yourself staring at your dresses with a frown on your face.
You hadn’t meant to put it off, really. But after your crying slash comfort session last night, you were admittedly a bit absent minded, and then you forgot to set your alarm clock… which then led to you oversleeping into late noon. You had to rush to get your dress, and even then, when you tried calling around for walk-in appointments at salons near you, all you’d gotten was that they were all booked.
Which meant you would probably have to do your hair and makeup yourself.
… You weren’t a total beginner, but you wanted to look your best… and you doing your own makeup was not you looking your best.
Too lost in your thoughts, you fail to notice your front door slamming open, as well as your bedroom door.
“[Name]!”
You whirl around in surprise, eyes wide. “Jimin? Tae? What are you- Jin? Yoongi... even Jungkook?”
“Hi, noona.”
The man in question offers you a bunny grin, though all of them are smiling at you, even Yoongi. You let your eyes trail downward- all of them already ready for the party, too.
You scrunch your eyebrows in confusion at Jungkook’s greeting. “What do you mean, ‘hi’, what are you all even doing here? The only people missing are-”
“Namjoon will be here soon, he just got held up back at the company. And Hobi's doing last minute preparations with the party. We're here for you, though,” Seokjin interrupts you neatly, a hand on his chin as he assesses your chosen outfits for the night.
“Me?” You parrot, still surprised.
Jimin tugs you closer and you let him, though you’re unsure of what he wants. He only tugs you into sitting down near your vanity though, instantly looking over your makeu collection. “Yep! Jin-hyung told us you'd need help getting ready,” he says with an angelic smile.
“We're all done ourselves anyway,” Taehyung casually tells you, as you see him come closer and, taking a comb, start rearranging your hair. “So the least we could do is help you get ready too.”
Your eyes flit over to Yoongi, who seems to be the only one left not doing anything. “They dragged me here, there's still a few hours left so I'm going to take a nap in a bit,” he declares instead, though you see him look over your jewelry box (that you’ve only told him about since he’s the one who’s bought you more than a few of your rings and earrings as gifts), coordinating with Seokjin.
“I'll get everyone drinks!” You hear Jungkook exclaim, before the sound of his footsteps echo from the hallway.
You stay in your seat, stunned.
“[Name].” Slowly, you look at Seokjin through the mirror, who looks at you with a soft smile on his face.
“You said it last night. You wanted to confess. We aren't letting you back away from your words, and especially from a chance for happiness just because you were scared,” he gently tells you.
“Yeah, [Name]. Let us help you, okay?”
“We'll make you look and feel great,” Taehyung reassures you, and you feel your eyes well up with tears- this time, out of appreciation for the friends that you have.
“Sheesh... you guys…”
“Ahhh, hey, don’t move- I just finished tying up parts of your hair!”
“Well, good thing you didn’t cry before I started putting on your makeup.”
… It’s going to be a long four hours, you think.
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Half an hour before the event, and you find yourself twirling around in your dress- still amazed by what the boys have done for you- looking back at the mirror then, you almost found it hard to believe that that woman was you.
‘6 P.M. at the entrance’
You bite your lip at Hoseok’s message, a twinge of guilt inside to both him and whoever he set you up with. You had already planned to turn the other party down.
“Hey [Name], do you have a plan for how you’re going to confess to Hobi later?”
You stiffen from where you’d been sitting, a surprised look on your face.
“Don’t tell me you were just planning on going there and telling him straight,” Seokjin says, a frown slowly forming on his face.
“No!” You exclaim, stammering a little. “I do have a plan.”
“Huh, so let’s hear it,” Yoongi drawls out, an amused smile on his face. You shoot him a glare, but wince a little when you meet Seokjin’s gaze.
“I, um. I was planning to first tell the guy he set me up with that, um, I can’t go with him to the event?” Even as you say it, you sound unsure- you clear your throat and say in a much more (you hope) confident voice. “Although I know that there’s a chance they might be disappointed- but, I don’t want to lead them on with anything, not when I’m planning to confess to Hobi.”
The boys share a look- you fidget in place, though you know better than to move too much and mess up Jimin and Taehyung’s work.
“Alright then, we’ll be behind you if you need backup,” Seokjin declares, Jungkook flexing his muscle for you to see in the mirror comedically. The moment falls away as you laugh.
You bite your lip, feeling, not for the first time, jittery.
‘He's wearing a red suit with a bow at the side, you'll know who he is at first glance ^^’
For a moment you wonder if you should tell him right now, listen, I can't go with whoever you set me up with-
But that wouldn’t be fair. You have to tell them face to face- so instead, you sigh and text him otherwise.
‘I'll be there on time’
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Five minutes before the appointed time finds you on the block after the venue, the place just the next corner away. You grip your dress a little tightly- then force yourself to let go. Creasing your dress needlessly is not something you should do if you want to look your best at least for when Hoseok first sees you.
“Are you sure you want us to go ahead?” Seokjin’s voice is reassuring as he stands beside you. Taehyung and the others have gone ahead to park the car- you asked them to drop you off at your current position, and Seokjin came with you to talk you down in case you have second thoughts.
“Yeah, I'll be fine. I won't run away.” Seokjin must hear the determination in your voice for real this time, because he relents and, after squeezing your hand, lets go and walks ahead.
“We'll be nearby just in case you need help,” he repeats, and you laugh a little, feeling some of your nervousness ease.
You check your phone. 3 minutes until showtime. You can do this, you tell yourself, forcing your feet to walk forward even though a part of you wants to just stop and go home. You turn the corner- feeling a little shaky, and your hands starting to sweat a little- seeing someone in, as Hoseok told you, a red suit, standing by the door. The dim light prevents you from seeing much about them other than their brightly colored suit that stands out, but considering that there’s only one person dressed in red standing by the venue, you’re pretty sure that’s him.
You take another deep breath- rehearse your lines, and determinedly take a step forward.
‘Um- are you my date for the night? Listen, I'm sorry to tell you this, but... I can't go to the event with you. I'm sure you're a lovely person, but... my heart, there's someone else I want to ask. Hoseok only had the best intentions, but he's the one I wanted to ask-’
You stop in your tracks as the other person turns around.
“Hobi?”
You look at him, stunned.
In front of you, Jung Hoseok is smiling- excitement, worry, a multitude of emotions on his face, a corsage of your favorite flowers in his hands, in that red suit you love so much- you can’t help but just stare at him.
“[Name]!” He stares back at you for a moment, looking awestruck, before a soft smile appears on his face. “You look gorgeous. I mean amazing, you look amazing. Pretty. Not that you don’t always!” The way he almost trips over his words at the latter part of his sentence brings a rush of heat to your cheeks, even as you can’t help but smile. Still, though, you find yourself confused.
“... You're my date? But I thought-”
“That- um.” Hoseok pauses, looking anxious himself- it makes a part of you laugh because really, that’s what you had been- are still- feeling. Finally, it seems as if he grounds himself enough to speak. “[Name], I know we’ve always been just friends- but, I really, really like you. When I heard about you being without a date I was going to ask you the other day, but... I lost the nerve to go through with it. But I brought it up already, and I wanted to ask you, but I couldn't gather up the courage to say I wanted to ask you, so…”
Here he trails off, looking more and more sheepish by the moment that it makes you bite your lip just to suppress your grin.
“So you told me you were setting me up with someone?”
He huffs, a relieved sigh leaving him at the amusement on your face, rather than the anger or disgust he’d been dreading. “Yeah.”
“So when you texted me about my dress and everything…”
Hoseok finishes your sentence. “... that was for me.” He glances away from you, cheeks reddening again. “Sorry. I really do want to go with you though.”
“Jung Hoseok,” you start, your cheeks starting to hurt with how wide your smile is, “are you telling me, you approached me that day with the intent to ask me out, only to somehow promise to set me up, with me unknowing that it was you I was going with? When you could have just told me in the first place?”
‘When you say it like that... I lost my chance, didn’t I?” He furrows his eyebrows, shoulders drooping down- you take a step forward and cup his face in your hands, forcing him to see the smile on your face.
“No, I was actually going to confess to you tonight,” you tell him, even as you feel your own cheeks redden. He looks at you in surprise.
“... You were?”
You giggle at him, at the way his eyes are shining and the grin you love so so much appearing on his face at your words. “I was! … I am,” you correct yourself, before you let your hands fall away to hold his own. “Do you-”
Hoseok’s eyes widen at your words, and he quickly interrupts you. “Wait! Wait, I want to confess to you, let me, please?”
This is it. You’re really going to just- for a moment, you don’t understand how you can still be standing, seemingly so calm, when every part of you is just- screaming, and you’re so, so happy right now? Your breath is admittedly a little shaky, but now it’s from joy- excitement, the feel of pure elation running through your veins instead. “Okay,” you mumble.
Hoseok clears his throat- there’s a giddy smile on his face that you don’t doubt matches your own. He intertwines your hands with his, looking at you with hopeful, warm eyes that are filled with you, only you-
“Will you be my date to the anniversary party? And, after… I mean… I really like you, so-”
“Really like me?” You interrupt with a breathy chuckle. Hoseok pouts, a stammer in his voice when he next speaks.
“Well- I mean, I can’t just outright tell you I’m in love with you already, can I?” The admission- even if he doesn’t realize it himself makes you feel like soaring.
“I love you,” you tell him straightforwardly, to be rewarded by the sight of Hoseok seemingly getting shocked, just staring at you, reddening even more with every second passing by.
“What? That- that’s not- fair-”
“Just kiss already!”
Oh my god. The two of you still at the familiar voice, and at the accompanying yell of pain afterwards-
Then Hoseok bursts into laughter, so loud and happy and you can’t help but join in too. When the two of you stop laughing, giggling- you lean in close and smile at him, wholeheartedly baring your emotions to him.
“Yes, I accept your invitation. Both for the date, and for- after, if you want me,” you softly say, before smirking. “I can hear the music starting… should we head on in now?”
Hoseok snickers at your mischievous expression, catching on to the implications behind your words. “Sounds like a great idea. I can dance with you- something I’ve always wanted to do- and show everyone we’re together. But before that...”
He presses a quick, intimate kiss to your lips that feels as if it last forever, yet ending all too soon, leaving you aching to have a longer, proper taste of his lips- you gasp and stare at him after, blush coming back to your cheeks as he grins at you.
You cover your face with one hand. “Unfair,” you grumble. “I’ll get you back for that.”
“I’ve been waiting a long time to do that,” he admits. “But I can wait until we’re really alone for the real thing.”
You pout. “You think you’ve been waiting a long time, I assure you- I’ve been waiting even longer.”
Hoseok giggles at your words- you feel your heart melt, even as you hear the sound of hooting and triumphant yelling behind you two.
“Well then, shall we?” Hoseok tugs you, fingers still laced with yours, and you smile.
The night has just begun, after all, and while a week ago you dreaded it, tonight… you are determined to make the most out of it.
“Okay,” you agree.
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[3] one more game | bb.
p r o l o g u e / o n e / t w o
summary: the innkeeper’s son is a play boy but after one genuine heartbreak, would he be able to play one more game?
word count: 1,837
a/n: i can only come back to this now because it took me months to outline this. oh well. there’s few bambam content (i think?) so here’s a bambam hmds cute based series :DD you don’t need to know the game! just... enjoy this i hope hehe ^^ stay safe everyone!
It was embarrassing, to say the least, which is why you’ve been avoiding Bambam for the past week. Much to your luck, you haven’t seen him much at the Inn – thank goodness – and you think it’d be better not to ask which of the many rooms was his; you don’t want anyone to think you were curious. You weren’t.
Not in the way they might think anyway.
That day remains in your memory, however, vivid as the moment you experienced it. His casual tone and his smooth words had annoyingly stuck to your mind and, over the course of the week, you had found yourself wondering if he would still be up for that offer of practice even if you had run out on him.
You realized shaking your head wouldn’t erase them, so you began to wander the valley, hoping you’d both forget about the incident and see with your own eyes the sceneries that had drawn you here. It worked, and you found satisfaction even in skirting the area around the beach you had admired so much. Villagers referred you to a number of places, some even offering their company, and you had gladly accepted as much as you could. It was nice knowing more than the staff of the Inner Inn, and you felt more and more comfortable with each day that passed.
Today, you had gone about your exploring alone, seeing as your supposed-to-be companion had been summoned by a work-related matter. Yeeun had left you a note at the Inn’s lobby, though, informing you of the situation, asking for a rain check and even offering a new date. You’d take her up on that second trip, you thought, especially after finding out you had come quite unprepared at your destination.
She had suggested you go to the valley’s largest tree, but she didn’t tell you it had been converted into a little workspace with an unusual casino inside. The people inside paid you no mind until you emerged from their casino five minutes after you had entered, having had found out you didn’t even have any money on you. You’re glad they don’t escort you out with security like they do in the city, but you made a mental note then to ready for next time.
Walking out, you planned to sit by the spring you had seen on the way in, but you’re stopped upon catching sight of distinct white hair, attached to the very figure that had plagued your thoughtless mind, to the man you had dreaded seeing any time soon.
Bambam.
You duck behind the large root of the tree before he even realizes you were there, but it’s only after you peek from your spot that you see his eyes are trained to a woman standing beside him, a frown on her face and her arms crossed over her chest.
“That’s a stupid smile on your face,” she says, eyes narrowing, “Let’s hear it.”
“Then let us be honest, (Y/F/N),” he goes grandly, and his arm gestures reflect the effect in his tone, “You used to like me, didn’t you?”
Even at your distance, you see her eyes widen. “I knew it,” Bambam says, a smile spreading across his face, “You did like me!”
“What are you talking about?”
“Your eyes widened.”
“So what?”
“(Y/F/N),” he coos, “Do you really think I would be one not to know the meanings behind different body languages?”
“Body languages my foot, Bambam,” she scoffs, rolling her eyes. “Do you really think I would have a crush on you?”
“Yes,” he says with certainty, beaming and nodding firmly, “Who wouldn’t?”
“Me!”
“No need to get so defensive over it!” he laughs, holding his hands up in surrender before chuckling once more and placing those hands on her shoulders. You watch as Bambam leans in, and you think this would be the end of your eavesdropping, but you hear his voice loud and clear, “It’s a secret between us.”
“Bambam!”
You turn away from their scene and think of how you could leave without drawing much attention to yourself, not wanting them to think (or know) that you had been listening in. You let a minute pass before standing up, brushing your hands on your dress and at the same time smoothening it, and you walk as calmly as you can away from them and the tree, holding in your breath as if that would make a difference.
It starts raining the moment you return to the valley’s main pathway and all you could do is curse before running back to the Inn, the rain seeming to pour harder with every step you take. When you pass by the bridge connecting this area to the farms, you slow down to see if people were doing the same and they were; there were no vehicles to run you over as you stand in the middle of the street, but you only take a few more seconds before running again.
You yank the door of the Inner Inn and practically throw yourself inside, then you lean against the hurriedly closed door as you catch your breath.
When your heart rate’s back to normal, you take a final deep breath and push yourself off the door. Dani greets you coolly from the counter, and you’re about to just smile and head to your room when you realize the change of counter persons.
“You must be wondering where Maisy is?”
You nod. “The weather report said it would rain today and the ceiling leaks a lot when it does,” she explains, “Those rooms were usually vacant so she attended to more urgent things but, now you’re staying here, she went to ask Joseph to toughen it up and left me in-charge for the time being.”
“Ah,” you say, nodding your head, “Thank you for explaining.”
Dani cocks her head to the side at this, and there’s a small smile on her face. You don’t move from your place, sensing she had something she wanted to say.
“You know, (Y/N),” she goes, “Not many city people would thank you for a simple explanation, especially if it involves a problem regarding you. From what I’ve seen, they always scream.”
“It’s a sad reality,” you agree, shrugging, “Though more and more people are going to school, more and more are also forgetting basic etiquette and respect.”
She nods. “I appreciate – “
The door suddenly flies open, cutting her off mid-sentence, and you turn around in shock of the sound. In comes Bambam, screaming, “Okay, I’m back! Is my meal ready?”
You have nowhere to hide this time, and you’re rendered immobile at the sight of him. Not only an hour ago had you been listening in on a conversation he was having with a friend, and the memory of your last conversation with him is quick to resurface in your thoughts; a blush rises to color your cheeks.
All that avoiding and hiding but here he is.
And he’s walking toward the two of you.
“Dani!” he greets, giving her a small wave before he faces you, “and (Y/N)! What’s up?”
You couldn’t think properly and you contemplate between chuckling nervously and saying something awkward like “grey clouds.”
However, before you could embarrass yourself, a sharp voice cuts through the room. “And where the hell have you been, you slacker?!”
You flinch at Dani’s words, surprised a person you know to be quiet yelled as she did. When you turn to her, you’re quite afraid to see that she’s absolutely fuming. Bambam, on the other hand, turns to her without even seeming the least bit phased. “I beg your pardon?”
“You heard me!” she shouts, her hands fisting tightly, “Where have you been and why weren’t you here to take charge of the Inn?!”
“I was busy!” he says, hands up in defense for a moment before he crosses them over his chest as he frowns slightly, “Hmph. I’ll bet I have more to do than you.”
“More to do?!” she asks in disbelief, in anger, “But all you do is go off wherever and whenever you want!”
“That’s still doing something!”
“Tell him, (Y/N)!”
The sudden mention of your name catches you off-guard, and it takes you a moment to think back to what she’s said. Dani was seething, looking directly at you, and you think she’d find out about your eavesdropping if she narrowed her eyes a bit more.
“Well,” you start, and you gulp nervously as her gaze practically pierces you, “if Bambam says he has some things to do – “
“See!” he cuts, “She knows I do things!”
“You didn’t even let her finish!”
“The point stands!”
At that, Dani glares at you a moment before turning back to him and giving him a harsher look. “I don’t care if you have ‘things’ to do,” she hisses, “You should be in-charge. You’re the Innkeeper’s son! Those ‘things’ aren’t even of any importance!”
Bambam’s eyes have darkened, and it’s becoming obvious that his anger was taking from his usually calm self. A little more, you think, and he’ll blow.
“You know what?” he goes, his face stonily stubborn, “I’m leaving.”
“Hey!”
“I can’t deal with this negativity in my life,” he groans, exasperated, “and don’t worry about that meal. I’ll just eat somewhere else.”
He walks away and exits without even looking back. When he opens and closes the door, you see it’s still raining out, and he doesn’t have an umbrella with him.
“Jesus.”
At her heavy sigh, you turn around and see Dani glaring at you. “Maybe I was wrong about you,” she seethes. She crosses her arms and looks away.
Not a second later, Maisy enters the Inn with a bright smile on her face. Having not noticed your grim faces yet, she sets her umbrella down to dry and cheerily announces, “Joseph said he’ll fix it!”
Her positivity is subdued when she finally looks up and registers the tense atmosphere. Her eyebrows crease and she asks, “What happened?”
“Bambam happened,” growls Dani, and she spits his name as if it were disgusting to say, “Happened. He came, he left, he happened.”
Maisy looks to you, both to show her concern and to ask you to confirm, and you nod your head sadly. Bambam’s mother sighs and walks over to the counter; she places a hand on Dani’s shoulder and squeezes it comfortingly. “You can go rest now,” she says softly, “I’ll take it from here. Thank you for your efforts, and I’m sorry on his behalf.”
“You don’t need to say sor – “
“I believe it’s my duty as his mother,” she says, resigned. The Innkeeper looks sad for a moment before she coughs, straightens and addresses the both of you, “Now, head to your rooms and rest up,” she offers a kind smile, “I’ll cook a delicious meal for you to enjoy soon, both as an apology and as your Innkeeper.”
You smile back at her, grateful, and then you head up.
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Because going on a lark sounds more evil than going on a date. ;B
[Chapter Guide]
15. The Nature Of – 3
During the noon exchange, Drakken’s partner in crime stood composed at his side as a particularly stern and ominous presence he might have found more unsettling if she hadn’t been grinning excitedly five minutes earlier.
The woman’s uniform was rightfully aposematic, and the prudish client was rightfully wary of what purpose she served. Maybe the rising bigwig recognized her and knew of her talents, or maybe he decided it was safer not to test the suspicious bodyguard standing at attention. Drakken liked to think his own confidence, despite being outnumbered and outmuscled, was a contributing factor.
The escape route Shego had secured for them in case the deal went south wasn’t needed after all as the trade for the made-to-order torture chair went off without a hitch.
The unceremonious paper sack of cash Drakken walked away with was just barely worth the time and labor put into building the villainous contraption, but there’d been a generous tip for having it completed ahead of schedule, so he couldn’t complain. He wondered inwardly if he’d be walking away with the payment at all if he had any ordinary budget henchman for backup.
As they retreated to the van and the buyer and his thugs went on their way, Shego leaned over to Drakken and whispered her disappointment in not being double-crossed. Unlike him, she’d been hoping for action. She whined about wanting a fight, even tugging his sleeve and asking if she could go mug one of the wannabe’s bouncers for the hell of it. It was then that Drakken saw it best to distract her. She might not have any qualms with it, but he really didn’t need to make enemies with powerful people so early in the game. Not if he could help it, anyway.
Hitting up the first Smarty Mart they crossed earned a displeased raspberry from Shego, but he promised it would be worth it and pulled her inside. She saw where he was leading her soon enough, and she grinned and shook her head and shoved him when he gestured with a flourish to the aisle of canisters.
He should have expected her to go straight for the green. He also should have expected her to give the first can she grabbed a good shake and to pop the lid to aim it at him. Barely dodging the aerosol, he leapt back and threw a nervous glance about for witnesses before stalking up to her, popping the lid back on the can, and dropping it in the basket.
She swore not to do it again, but something about the way she rolled her eyes and the shift of her stance urged Drakken to sidestep around her, catching her crossing her fingers behind her back. She dropped two more cans of green in his hand basket before he could make a remark. He added his own shades of blue before declaring that five cans of paint was more than enough.
A quiet alleyway was the next stop.
Graffiti in broad daylight from the roof of the van was efficient in giving the thrill-seeker her kicks, for a little while anyway. The sleeve of her sweater served as an improvised mask against the fumes, hiding her smirk as she worked. Drakken could only shake his head at the thick overlapping letters larger than her forming SG.
He returned to the van to wait for her to finish up, claiming his spot behind the wheel in case they needed to leave in a hurry.
After a while, he noticed a lengthy pause, followed soon by the footsteps as she strode across the roof and the thump when she dropped down to hang her head over the edge to peer in at him upside-down through the driver’s side window. Her raven hair hung like a curtain outside, and he had to ball his fists in his lap not to reach out and touch it.
“Grab the blue and get up here,” she said.
“Thank you, no,” answered Drakken, his stomach twisting at the very idea of climbing onto the roof of the rust bucket. Joining her up top would delay escape if they had to make one. He did hand her the extra cans, but she glared at him as she set them aside.
“Oh, grow a pair, would you?” she retorted, reaching down to stretch her fingers for the handle, only to curse that her arm wasn’t long enough. “I need your help up here.” Since she couldn’t reach the handle, she reached in through the window instead to filch the glasses right off his face to serve as a bargaining chip.
He barked her name indignantly as he all but climbed out his window after her, grappling at the roof for purchase. He glared up at the figure in the green sweater above him. “Give them back!” he ordered, but it came out more like a whine. His face heated.
“Come and get ‘em,” she suggested, kneeling just out of reach. She extended a hand, but it wasn’t to return his eyeglasses.
Grunting, he batted away her assistance. Against his better judgment screaming at him to get back in his seat, he carefully climbed the rest of the way out of the window, hefting himself up and getting his feet beneath him on the ledge. Blind as bat, he managed to wriggle his way up and rolled onto a roof he feared would collapse under his weight if he dared to stand.
“See? Was that so bad?” jeered Shego as she returned the glasses to his face before he could risk sitting up.
“Yes,” he grumbled, propping up on his elbows to peer over the edge. He wasn’t afraid of heights, but he certainly had a disagreement with the unreliable sense of bowing of the roof beneath him. It didn’t help when she shifted to kneel even closer, making the roof buckle with a plunk he felt reverberate through his spine. He sat up a little too fast, feeling another pop of metal under his tailbone, and immediately looked over the edge again to wonder silently how he’d get down without falling and looking like an even bigger fool.
Shego’s hands pulled him to his feet, and for some reason he allowed it. Her luring smile was effective in chasing away the voice of reason screaming at him to stay down for safety’s sake, but as long as she didn’t let go of his arm, it might be alright. She gestured proudly to her insignia.
“Lovely,” he sighed, squeezing her shoulder just a little too tightly for support. “I could have seen this from the ground, you know.”
“Not so fast,” she snipped, grabbing at him when he made a move to step away. She tugged him back toward the wall, just about shoving him against it like an officer about to frisk him. “Stand here. Feet apart, yeah. And, uh, put your hands here,” she instructed with nudges and prods, and before Drakken could twist around to object to the manual manipulation, she was pressing down on his shoulders.
“What are you—?”
“Just hold still,” Shego ordered, her patience almost as thin as the paint. “Ready?”
“For what?”
The metal underfoot buckled again and his knees almost did as well as he felt her push down against his shoulders with twice the force as a moment ago. He almost jerked away, but he was effectively pinned against the wall, and instinct had him frozen in place. He grit his teeth as her full weight came down on him, and stared wide-eyed at the knees now on either side of his face. A trivial fear of losing his footing wasn’t the sole cause for the thrum of his heartbeat anymore.
Standing on the roof was bad enough. Standing on the roof with another person on his shoulders bearing down on him was enough to make him sweat and pray the metal would hold up. Nevermind that he had to forcibly banish the entire thought of his head presently between a pair of thighs. He stood rigid, hands splayed firm against the brick wall ahead of him and tried not to think of her as anything other than a very inconvenient and heavy backpack.
He didn’t want to open his eyes to acknowledge her when she rapped her knuckles on the top of his head, but Drakken reluctantly cracked them open and grunted in answer.
“DL or DD?” asked Shego.
“For what?” he all but spat, fixing his glare dead ahead at the mortar.
“Your initials, genius,” Shego sighed in exasperation, and tousled his hair. The movement, however slight, struck fear into his heart and he braced for the roof or his knees to give way.
He had zero control of his mouth. “No – I’m not – I don’t think—”
Shego flicked the top of his head. “You’re part of this.”
“DD!” he blurted as if crying uncle. He swallowed as he looked up to watch her set to work, but he quickly looked back down upon the inadvertent discovery she wore nothing beneath her sweater. His face heated and he ignored the strain on his back and the burn in his limbs. “Please make this quick,” he whined out under his breath.
She took her time anyway, and the fumes falling on him made the lightheadedness that much worse. Before he could collapse, she slid back down his back, and he breathed easier, but still found himself frozen to the spot.
Shego took a couple ambling steps away, spinning around and grinning up at her work while Drakken slowly relaxed and took a look for himself. Sure enough, D.D was scrawled above in the same sharp crystalline fashion as her SG. The roof popping under his feet had nothing to do with the lurch in his gut as he gawped up at their combined initials.
Rendered mute, he took a deep breath to clear his lungs of the fumes messing with his head. The fumes were absolutely to blame for the trifling idea of their names being known in conjunction across the globe one day. It would be a big step up from a mere pair of ambiguous initials graffitied out of sight in some dark lonely alley. The thought was dizzying.
Or maybe he was just dizzy. He could blame the fumes for that too.
Arms caught him as he stumbled backwards, the laughter behind him doing nothing to help him get his head back on right. “What do you think?” she wondered as she pushed him upright and held him steady with a hand squeezing his arm.
“Uhm,” was all he could make out as he glanced between her inquiring raised brow and the drying mural. He was cottonmouthed, but managed to swallow and make an attempt. “It’s. Lovely.” They weren’t exactly the right words, but they’d have to suffice.
“Aw, shucks, pardner,” said Shego with a sarcastic southern drawl, and let go to elbow him and hook her thumbs in her belt loops. She laughed feebly, her smile barely meeting her eyes, and he tore his stare away as she licked her lips and brushed hair behind her ear to look up at the initials again. She cleared her throat and added in a more serious manner, “Let it be known, if you amount to anything, chief, give credit where credit is due. Got it?”
Joint initials were a testimony of partnership, but the nature of which, Drakken couldn’t pin down. He wasn’t sure he wanted to anyway, and he didn’t quite have the nerve to question it. He settled for smiling to his accomplice and giving an agreeable nod. “Yes, ma’am.”
Shego tugged his sleeve then. “Come on. We should book it before we’re busted.”
He had to admit, blemishing some unsuspecting business with a few more poorly-conceived and crude murals elsewhere until the paint ran out was enjoyable. Although becoming the canvas with the last bit of green paint was less so. Drakken discarded his ruined jacket in the back of the van along with the empty spray cans he’d confiscated from a chortling sidekick. She apologized, but it wasn’t very heartfelt. He had half a mind to turn a spent can on her, but remembered she wore only one layer just as he uncapped to return the favor. He grudgingly put the can away.
Little more than two hours had been spent on the endeavor, most of the time spent driving around scoping out locations. But the evening was still young – sunset wasn’t until six – and if his company wasn’t ready to retire, then neither was Drakken.
She had a suggestion a little more challenging than vandalism in dark alleyways.
Against his warning, she was insistent on getting her way. And against his better judgment, he let her have it.
Hitting up a casino was a risk, but she assured him that if she’d pulled it off once, she could do it again. He sighed and gave in to her demands, splitting up to let her to find her own way around the security checkpoint. He waited in anticipation inside the colorful noisy joint, keeping a sharp eye out for her, and all the while he tried not to dwell on the fact that if she weren’t underage, she wouldn’t have to be sneaking around at all. Luckily she blended in well with the younger patrons, and he spotted her skirting around some chatty college-age jock on her way through the crowd.
When she reached him, she took his arm and towed him off for roulette. As adamant as she’d been to visit the casino, she opted not to partake in any of the games this time. When he questioned it, she laughed that she’d rather watch him blow his dough than waste her own. He grunted indignantly in reply, but it was hard to argue with her lingering so close, frequently with a hand on his shoulder, or leaned against him, offering words of encouragement to egg him on and make his bets.
She was a bad influence and he had cash burning a hole in his pocket. It was a wonder she didn’t sucker him into losing anything substantial.
It was an hour or two later that her light touches to remind him she was close at hand turned into squeezes and tugs at his shoulders, but he ignored her pressure even when she pinched him. He was ready for another game of poker when she draped her arms over his shoulders suddenly to slump forward, and he got a strong whiff of her odd cucumber shampoo as she leaned terrifyingly close to his ear to hiss a warning through her teeth that they were being watched by the client’s thugs from earlier.
Heeding Shego’s warning at last, Drakken agreed to leave while he was ahead. It was hard not to cast a glance round to check for himself, but he took her word for it as they casually made their way through the casino, Shego splitting off towards the restrooms.
He couldn’t be happier that he’d turned a small profit from the torture-chair tip, and passed Shego her fair share of the winnings when she met him around back. She didn’t seem particularly happy about having to leave so soon, the cash she stuffed in her pocket doing little to take the grimace off her face.
With evening, the crowd of foot-traffic had swelled. It was perhaps the reason she stayed exceptionally close as she walked beside him down the sidewalk to find the parked getaway van. It made it that much harder not to glance over to her somber face as she followed. Her jaded eyes glanced up at him, and he darted his attention up and away.
Looking elsewhere, he spotted a familiar landmark in the form of an unassuming palm tree by an equally unassuming bench on the corner across the street. He glanced back to his companion trudging along next to him then.
“Are you hungry?”
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Shego shrugged meekly before giving a nod in reply. The sun was setting, the dusky sky indicating it was nearing dinnertime. It had been several hours since the muffin she’d had for breakfast, and she could go for a bite to eat about now anyway. It might help stave off the dull headache dragging her down.
Drakken grabbed her by the arm then, pulling her off course and assuring her that he knew a guy. She quirked her brow, but humored him.
Apparently the guy was a former henchman of Dr. Drakken’s. Shego didn’t recognize the brutish bouncer in black, but that was probably for the best. He seemed to be on good terms with Drakken. Good enough anyway to give her a once-over after Drakken offered a cash bribe and asked him to look the other way. The thug took the money and made a sly dog comment, pushing open the door to allow them to descend into the underground establishment without a fuss and without checking ID.
The Hellhole was a seedy little pub and poorly lit inside. A weathered animatronic of a small red devil hung by a noose in the entryway, welcoming sinners with its worn-out voice box and a jerky wave of a pitchfork that struck Shego’s escort on the back of the head as they passed.
Drakken kept a hand on her elbow to keep her close, whispering a brief explanation, “This is a popular chain among ne’er-do-well villains, so try not to start any fights or look at anyone the wrong way.”
Villain culture was certainly turning out to have a bigger underworld than she expected. If she was a double agent, the knowledge of hidden locations such as this would be valuable. She had to wonder what kind of rabbit hole she was following this man down, but a fascination kept her on his heels.
“Ne’er-do-well villains, huh, Doc?” Shego scoffed. “What’s that say about you?”
Even in the dim red glow of the entryway, she saw his face flush. “I – it – I’ve had to come here from time to time for information, I’ll have you know,” he sputtered. “The food here isn’t half-bad either.”
She couldn’t help smirking and shaking her head as he lead her onto the floor, weaving between tables as he made a beeline for a booth in the back. He threw a few glances over his shoulder at her, as if worried he’d lose her despite the fact he was still holding her by the arm.
Despite his warning, she was looking at patrons the wrong way. It was a little hard not to. Not unlike a villain convention she’d busted two years ago, the Hellhole was a freakshow. Her blue escort was just an average Joe suddenly. The multicolor lighting made it hard to tell who was of an unnatural hue, but several guests certainly had peculiar skin texture, and they came in all shapes and sizes. She had a feeling the folks here weren’t dressed up for early Halloween festivities. She was pretty sure there was a reptilian hybrid monstrosity dining with a misplaced dapper fellow with a capuchin monkey on his shoulder. At the bar sat a gnarly woman with a parasitic twin on her side, which was decorated in beads and sipping a Bloody Mary with its single spindly malformed arm. Another fellow in a skirt stroked his beard as he eyed Shego’s backside in passing, muttered something in an indiscernible Scottish accent, though she was certain she caught arse.
If Drakken wasn’t dragging her down into a booth, she might have gone back to make the Scotsman repeat himself to her fist.
Her companion threw himself down comfortably across from her on the cushy bench and sighed contentedly. “Nice turnout tonight,” he quipped as Shego tore her eyes away from the bizarre array of patrons, though he himself continued to stare almost dolefully across the pub. She tried following his line of sight, and just as she spotted a platform across the room, he heaved a sigh and slumped forward over the table. “I used to come here for the karaoke,” he admitted, shamefaced. “Well, technically I still do. Sort of. I’ve been here probably five times.” He laughed uneasily under her stare, and swallowed, and sat back.
“So, if you try to pressure me on stage again, no one here will bat an eye if I plasma-blast you, right?” she asked dryly.
He seemed to shrink under her questioning glare. “We’re just here for the food,” he mumbled.
Shego quickly came to doubt that when he knocked back a shot while waiting on two orders of chicken strips. She was really beginning to question what they were here for when he pushed the second shot across the table toward her. She hadn’t forgotten about the unsavory beer she’d sipped back on karaoke night in Go City, a little too distrusting now to take his offering so readily. She politely declined, but bit her lip as he gave her time to reconsider.
“You wanted to go on a lark, didn’t you?” he goaded, nudging the glass back her way. “Now’s your chance.” He had a very good point there.
She shook her head and rolled her eyes, but for the sake of solidarity, she willingly accepted. A lark. That had a certain appeal.
Drakken chuckled impishly as she gulped it down, and she soon found herself sipping on a strawberry cocktail he swore she’d like or she could hit him. Shego kicked him under the table anyway, stubbornly denying a bloom of warmth as she ate her chicken strips and fries while he lost his reservations and forgot whose turn it was to drive. Although she was just as much to blame for not reminding him.
The grub was good, as promised, but eventually she saw it fit to urge Drakken to his feet before he could drink himself completely silly, though he was certainly on his way to tipsy town. She wanted to believe she wasn’t, that it was just his weight against her making her sway as terrible standup comedy drove them out of the aptly-named Hellhole.
Neither could recall precisely where they’d left the van, but it was found eventually. Within an hour or so of nightfall anyway, and not before Drakken disappeared for a good ten minutes and left Shego confused and alone on a bench until he reappeared, proudly brandishing a bottle of liquor swaddled in a paper sack. She confiscated the bottle first for safe keeping before giving him an unappreciative shove.
Once he was back on his feet, she passed it back, and he wasted no time in cracking it open to take a pull. He ambled along beside her until she was pushing him into the passenger seat of the van. If his indulgences at the pub hadn’t gotten him drunk, then nursing a bottle of rum was sure to do the trick.
She wanted to be annoyed with her intoxicated passenger, but instead she leaned through the door and over his lap to reach for the bottle he held away from her, until he yielded and let her take a curious sip. She stayed there leaned over his lap and contemplating taking another for a minute too long, because he cleared his throat and pushed her back by the shoulder, reminding her they ought to be going.
Shego climbed over him and into the driver’s seat and patted her cheeks as if it would clear her head of any wooziness, exhaustion- or alcohol-induced.
As she wearily took it upon herself to carefully navigate them out of the grand city of Las Vegas, she contemplated how difficult it would be to book a lavish hotel room – make that two – on such short notice. Catching a magic show would have been nice, but there was always next time. The temptation of shopping crossed her mind as well as she stared longingly out at illuminated storefronts, but she sighed heavily, a little louder than necessary, and decided to save tonight’s earnings for a later date when she needed a pick-me-up or bail money.
She realized Drakken was talking, and almost ran a stoplight when she glanced over at him. No, he wasn’t talking – he was singing. To himself no less, to some tune in his head.
Shego waited until they’d left the congested traffic and night-life behind and were on the highway home – or so she hoped – before even considering turning on the radio. The plum-faced man sipping booze next to her killed time by howling to the tunes on the radio and strumming an air guitar, or otherwise beating the dash in an ill-timed drum solo.
It took a few songs, and a tiny sip or two as she warmed up to the liquor, before Shego was coaxed into joining in. His grin stretched from ear to ear when she finally quit merely bobbing her head to the beat and raised her voice in duet, swerving carelessly as she playfully grooved along with him to Michael Jackson’s Bad. Her clumsy and slurred rendition would score her no record deals, but it earned a round of applause from Drakken anyway.
One nice part of having the good Dr. Drakken drunk in the passenger seat was that in the midst of singing his depressed little heart out to the top 40, she got to floor it down the vacant highway. With his attention on her and the music, he didn’t even notice she was pushing the poor van to its limits.
Eventually her blue songbird tired of singing, but his voice wasn’t so tired that he couldn’t dissolve into conversation. It was mostly one-sided as he divulged details of shady deals of late that all-too-frequently involved him being swindled, usually because his clients had bigger and badder henchmen than his own. “I haven’t had it go that smoothly in a while,” he noted contently. “You’re something different. Unexpected. Those buffoons didn’t know what to make of you.” After a moment, he added in a mumble, “Like a poison dart frog.”
Shego snorted and shook off the frog bit. She wasn’t altogether sure if he was paying her a compliment, but she decided to count it as an attempt made. “You know, Dr. D, I could back you up full-time if you didn’t have me doing some stupid goodie-two-shoes act for my brothers,” she hinted.
“I do enjoy having someone around the lair,” Drakken muttered thoughtfully, but shook his head before she could get her hopes up. He sniffed and pushed his glasses back up his nose. “No, it’s better this way. For now.”
“You just don’t wanna pay me for full time,” she scoffed, mostly lightheartedly. The pay had been generous so far. Especially tonight.
“Hey, now, I gave you three grand in cash earlier for this,” Drakken defended, wagging a finger at her. “Three thousand six hundred and twenty. Twenty Five. I know – I counted. The henchmen work for pennies.”
“That wasn’t even a ten-percent cut.”
“Much more than that, and you’d be cutting into my profit margin, so zip it. I have bills to pay.”
That, she could accept. Not so much the zip it comment – she still reached over and shoved his stupid head for that – but she didn’t complain anymore.
Soon enough, her companion shifted the subject, launching back into the saga of his history with inept henchmen over the past year and a half or so since leaving Gemini’s research team as a lowly lab hand to strike out on his own. Eventually his complaints about his troubles with them died down to grumbles and finally dwindled into silence.
Shego was just starting to feel the effects of fatigue catching up to her when suddenly Drakken piped up again.
“I have to take a leak. Pull over.”
Biting her tongue on a retort to use a bottle, as she’d advise her brothers, Shego rolled her eyes and complied. The desert highway was, well, deserted, and she didn’t have to pull off the road. Coasting to the shoulder and down a slight embankment was just an accident. Dust and debris drifted in the headlights as she ran over a couple of bushes until finally sliding to a stop.
Drakken forgot to unbuckle himself when he tried to climb out. She didn’t mean anything by it when she reached over to press the release, but she laughed hysterically when he fell out with a yelp. He shouted something indignant about almost pissing himself as he stood back up, and then disappeared around the side of the van, grumbling and kicking pebbles.
She tried to keep her eyes off that side to spare some privacy, but left alone with the idling engine and a foot tapping to the beat thrumming from the crackling radio, a mean impulse played through her head, and she acted on it before she could think twice.
It was a dirty prank.
The tires spun out in the sand and she heard him yelling behind her as she floored it. She didn’t have it in her to leave him stranded in the desert though, and she didn’t want to either, but she did make him run a good ways down the road and tapped on the gas pedal each time he neared the passenger door.
She cackled when she finally let him dive in after his fifth attempt to board. In the overhead light, she saw his face flushed purple, and it wasn’t so much the alcohol doing it this time.
“Shego! That wasn’t funny,” he complained, slamming the door a little too roughly.
“XYZ,” she replied.
“What?”
“Examine your zipper,” she reiterated. Honestly, if he didn’t have a belt on, he would have lost his pants. Drakken grunted and she only glanced back at him again after she heard him zip up. She reached over to shove the pouting man’s shoulder. “Alright, I’m sorry,” she said, not especially genuine, but it was the thought that counted, right?
“Neh,” he grunted, crossing his arms, only to uncross them and yank the bottle from the consol. She snatched it from him before he could raise it to his lips, and downed a swig for herself. “You’re driving,” he complained, reaching out for the bottle.
“Yeah, like I’m gonna be pulled over out here,” she scoffed, gesturing with the rum to the vacant road disappearing into the dark ahead. Getting back on the straight highway suddenly wasn’t so appealing with a vast expanse of desert on either side of it. She hummed as she looked out into the darkness off-road, just beyond the glow of the headlights.
Drakken uttered something in confused questioning as she steered the van away from the pavement.
“I know what’ll cheer you up, grumpy pants,” she said as the van picked up speed and gained traction on the grit. “You like donuts?”
“Eugh – yes? But – Shego – Shego, this is bumpy.”
“Yeah, I know,” she answered. She flicked a grin towards him but didn’t take her eyes off swerving between bushels of parched desert flora in the headlights.
“Shego!” he all but screamed as she cut the wheel.
A stark contrast to Drakken, who let out a terrified scream, Shego shouted in exuberance as the van skid in a loop. She let it idle for a minute once she completed the circuit, letting the dust settle and watching him gripping the handle above his head in one hand and the bottle in the other. His chest heaved, and he stared bug-eyed at the cloud of debris for a long moment.
And then he was hastily rolling up his window before yet more dust could waft in. Shego took the cue to roll up her own. His rising chuckle made the mischief worth it. He burst out in laughter a moment later and chortled, “Again!” like a kid begging for another go on a roller coaster.
“You’re the boss,” she laughed amicably.
It was too dark to see, but she wanted to believe he was looking a little less blue beside her, even if she was sure his condition didn’t work that way. It would seem that the prankster offense from minutes ago had been forgiven anyway, because he was smiling and laughing now, goading her on to go faster.
She obliged to his demands, finding she had no objections.
At least until a combination of factors sabotaged their fun. A sudden change in the turf gave her better traction, she cut the wheel too hard, maybe it was a rut – but whatever happened, she felt her stomach drop as two wheels lifted off the ground.
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Hookups (Light Yagami x Reader)
a/n) I have never written anything NS*F*W before so hopefully, this turns out decent??
Summary: You and Light used to work on the task force together - you went your own way after L’s death. But five years later, Light is pissed off and he calls you up and tells you he needs to let off steam.
Warnings: sex/mentions of sex, cheating, cursing, OOC!Light, UNHEALTHY RELATIONSHIP, you and Light just generally being kinky
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Today was the day Misa had gotten on his last nerve. Work had left him tired as hell and from the moment he stepped through the door that evening -for the first time in a week, might he had - he couldn’t care less about Misa’s feud with Takada or Halle or some other bitch he didn’ t bother to remember the name of.
“Misa, I’ve had a rough day and I’d really just like to get to sleep.” Calling today a “rough day” was a nice way to put what he’d been through. Near and his agents were closing in on him, and Mikami’ s recent lack of communication was becoming steadily more troubling, especially considering that Light’s recent research had confirmed that Near’s agents were far more competent than the Task Force ever was.
“Light, you know I trust you,” Her voice was so high pitched. “But Kiyomi is acting like-”
“Misa, I said I’m tired.” He repeated, just in case the stupid girl didn’t understand the first time. “Please let me get some sleep.” Honestly, he wasn’t even that sleepy; he’d managed to catch a few hours of shut-eye at the office. He’d just rather not talk to his girlfriend.
“Hey, it’s not that late, we can still do plenty~” She had the tone in her voice, and its implications were clear. Light tried to hold his tongue but snapped anyway.
“I am fucking exhausted, do you understand that? I don’ t want to do anything with you.” Misa’s lip started to wobble and Light knew he was in for a fight.
She argued with him that high pitched, squeaky voice. Going on and on about how he was never home, accusing him of actually liking Takada, and saying that he hadn’t been the same lately.
Light half-listened, shooting back arguments at her. She was sobbing, and at one point she collapsed onto her knees. Light looked down at her in disgust - that’s whatever he realized it was best if he just left her there to cry in peace. He made a point of slamming the door as hard as he could behind him before he started walking.
He put his phone to his ear without thinking.
“Light?” Your voice, even over the phone, was music to his ears compared to Misa’s.
“Yoshiyama Hotel. Right now.” He ordered under his breath as he walked towards the inn.
“Really? Now?” You may have sounded hesitant, but he knew you well enough to hear the smirk in your voice.
“Did I stutter?” He said into the phone.
“What should I wear?”
“I don’t give a damn - it’ll be on the floor by the time I’m done with you.” He hung up the phone right after you promised to be there in twenty minutes.
He walked up to the front desk and took a key, texting you the room number. Above that text was a string of half a dozen messages just like it.
You two had met working under L - you’d been an outstanding detective, taking the cases L didn’t. You’d come to his university to investigate L’s Kira suspect. And beyond the investigation, there had been nothing more than a secret kiss on the university campus while L and Misa weren’t there to see.
After that, you’d set your boundaries. You stayed a healthy distance away from each other up until L’s death. You didn’t attend the funeral with him, and when Light had gone back to the building to pick up his belongings, you weren’t there.
You never were one to say goodbye on your way out.
Until five years later, he received from a text from an unknown number.
###: hey it’s (y/n) - is this still Light’s number? Anyway, I’m in Japan and thought you might want to catch up.
He’d confirmed that yes, this was still his number, and he would absolutely like to “catch up”.
Honestly, his intentions had been innocent. He booked a table for two at one of his favorite nearby restaurants and if course hadn’t told Misa or anyone else on the Task Force where he was spending his evening. And there was nothing to tell; you two would meet for dinner, engage in small talk, and you would disappear from his life again.
That’s what it was supposed to be. But then you walked in, and everything changed.
You’d been pretty in Univesity, sure - but surely Light would have noticed if you’d always been this stunning. Had your legs always extended so elegantly from under your skirt? Had your lips always looked so wet and soft? Had your waist always made the hem of your shirt so tempting?
Light shook himself out of it and forced himself to look at your eyes (batting long lashes and all), as you two talked over dinner and wine; the latter must have gotten to his head.
“It’s only eight; want me to book a hotel?” He didn’t know why he’d said it, but he didn’t regret doing so.
“That’s bold.” You smiled cheekily, “Things not going well between you and Misa?”
“Who says Misa has to know?” He placed both hands on your ever-curving hips. You did as he expected - you grinned and left a tip for the waiter as you led him down the dimly-lit street to a nice hotel around the block. The rest was history.
Tonight, however, Light wasn’t in the mood for your games. It had always been his mind that had ensnared his interest, but he’d had enough mind games with Near for the day. Tonight, he needed your skirt and legs and hands.
“She said she’d be twenty minutes.” He snarled aloud to himself, ready to stand up and leave whenever he heard a knocking at her door. He opened it and remembered why you were worth the wait.
“You’re late.” He said disapprovingly. You only smirked.
“Am I?” You sat back on the bed, crossing your ankles. You were wearing a black mini skirt with matching tall boots. You shrugged off a crimson overcoat, and your nearly see-through top confirmed his suspions that you were wearing nothing underneath. “My mistake,”
(smut starts around here - oh man this is gonna be weird to write but ok let's do this)
“Well, you’ll just have to be punished for it.” Light didn’t bother asking how your day was or if he should order food for you too. You both knew the drill, and it didn’t involve anything except Light taking your wrists and putting them over your head with one hand while the other stroked down your curves with a fingernail.
He kissed you roughly - he was pissed off at just about everything in the world and had no intention to playing nicely tonight.
Without warning, his hand plunged into the front of your miniskirt, using his other hand to hook your thigh and pull you entirely onto the bed. Only using one hand quickly threw both of you off balance. You took the opportunity to roll on top of him while he was pushing himself back up. You kissed him to keep him in place while you fought with his belt.
Light wasn’t having that - he flipped back on top, and he did not look happy.
“You don’t get to be in control tonight, (y/n).” You never were, but that obviously didn’t bother Light as he tugged your sheer top over your head. He kissed and nibbled down your now bare collarbone, leaving behind faint yet still very visible pink marks.
While you were intoxicated by Light’s kiss, you didn’t even notice that his hand was reaching behind him until you felt his cold fingers touch the inside of your thigh. You felt him smirk against your lips triumphantly as you squirmed underneath him.
He finally pulled away, both of you out of breath. He didn’t say a word as he took off his belt - though instead of discarding it on the floor the way he’d done with your clothes, he bound your hands above your head to the bed frame. You tested them - you couldn’t move them if you’d wanted to.
He planted hickeys all the way down your stomach until he reached your thigh, his breath warmer and softer near your opening. He held your shins in place as he folded up your skirt, deciding not to take it off - it wasn’t like you were wearing panties underneath anyway. You dd your best to keep from being too noisy, though to no avail.
Light kept his eyes up to watch the way you arched your back, how you fought for the freedom of your hands with no success. He had to admit that Misa was good, but she couldn’t hold a torch to this. Misa could ride him a few times and look damn good while doing it, but whenever he watched the way your back curved and your hips bucked . . . Misa was never that flexible.
He realized he was in trouble as soon as your hands were free - you lunged forward and took clumps of his caramel hair in her fingers and pulled his face closer to her core. He pulled away just moments before you finished, smiling at the obvious disappointment in your face.
“I’m not finished with you yet, don’t worry.” He said, uncurling your legs from around him and unbuckling your boots deliberately.
“Are you mad at Misa?” You said as one boot hit the floor. He glared at you menacingly.
“You do know I’m fucking you to forget my problems for a night, right?” A second boot this the floor - he stood all the way up, towering over you, who was still sitting daintily on the edge of the bed. He grabbed your chin and made you look up at him. “That’s all you’re good for.”
(and here’s where I stop to consider whether or not Light has a daddy kink - I’ve decided he does).
“Then show me, daddy.” That set him off. With you now fully unclothed under him, he grabbed your hand and put them against the hem of his pants. You played with him for a few seconds before pushing them off the edges of his legs. You made just as quick of work with the rest of his clothing.
“Ride my cock, girl.” He commanded you as he stepped back, stepping out of his pants and boxers and watching you slowly do as you were told. He never used your name during your sessions; always woman or girl or some slur. Because when he heard your name, he thought of the elusive detective he’d once worked half a case with and know knew worked as an agent of the SPK. However, the woman underneath him wasn’t her; Light Yagami’mistress was a nameless woman he could use to blow off steam.
But hey, at least he would never make the mistake of calling Misa the wrong name, huh?
“You’re still on the pill, aren’t you?” He confirmed. You nodded fervently, eager to take him. Light noted your neediness and ran his long-fingered hands up your bare sides a few times before nodded, giving you permission to lock your legs around him and show off just what you could do.
When he finished, you laid down next to him. He stood up to wet a towel, wiping himself down and combing his hair back before checking his angles in the mirror to make sure he wouldn’t return home to his loving girlfriend looking too disheveled from his night with his mistress.
“I’ve arranged for you to check out in the morning. I figured you may want to sleep the night here.” He shrugged, steppign back into his clothes before walking back to the door.
“When should I expect you next?” You asked raspily,
“Not important - I call you and you come, understand?”
“Yes sir,”
“God, you’re all such easy sluts.” He scoffed, “You, Misa, Kiyomi - I whistle and you all come running.”
“I’m not the one who has to go home to a loving girlfriend.” You said monotonously, “Or have you proposed to her yet? Maybe you should invite her next time.” You smirked icily.
Light grit his teeth and slammed the door without saying goodnight - he never did.
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Calm before the Storm
@grotesquegabby @post-itpenny
Your characters are pretty much in this fic. uwu There is of course a reason why I asked for names for the Squishies, that which will be written here now. However, this family event will have an unfortunate turn of events...
I just gotta warn you guys that this is pretty long and I mean long, that being because I wanted to include as many interactions/thoughts as possible while adding small hints and details. Also, I apologize if there are any mistakes and such.
“Hi there! I’m so glad you guys could come over!”
“Hello Jelly!”
“You did promise there would be cake.”
“Pepper!”
“Oh shut up Pepper.” Jelly rolled her eyes as she let Pepper, Belinda, and all of their children into her house before they were soon greeted by the others who had already arrived.
“Besides, why are we even here?” Pepper asked his sister as he stayed behind, watching her close the front door before she gave a slight frown. “I literally just wanted a day with our family and friends idiot.”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
“Are you pregnant again?”
“No!” Jelly exclaimed before Pepper gave a goofy laugh. “I just want a day for family fun. When’s the last time we did that?”
“Honestly, I don’t know.”
“Exactly.”Jelly made a face at her brother before escorting him to where everybody else was. “Now go greet everybody and then you can get some cake.”
Pepper dd as he was told, going over to the living room as he found his brother, deciding to jump into the conversation being held by Cosmos and a now surprised Cuckoo. Jelly on the other hand, went over to the kitchen where she found Lennie, eating one of the sandwiches previously prepared.
“Pepper and Belinda are here.”
“Oh nice. What about Ace and Ferry?”
“They said they’re on their way. Probably some hold up with the pregnancy.”Jelly shrugged before taking a large platter with sandwiches. “I’m gonna go give these to the younglings.”
“Heheh, okay. I’m gonna go right ahead and be with Billy if you need anything.” Lennie told Jelly before they parted ways, going to where it was they said they would be going. Soon enough, Jelly reached the area where all the children were gathered.
“I brought some sandwiches for you guys.”Jelly announced as she set down the plate, hearing a series of voices speak at once while several hands reached in and before Jelly knew it, all the sandwiches were gone. “Alright. I’ll go get some more.”
“Don’t worry about it mom, we’re saving some space for pizza and burgers.” Ula called out while waving a hand, then turning back to her friends who sat with her. “Anyways, as I was saying, Robyn nearly shit himself when the alien popped out.”
“Who nearly shit themselves?” came Phoebe’s voice as she joined the table, all the older clowns looking at her with wide eyes. Dante even giving a gasp.
“Phoebe!”
“No cursing!”
“Language!”
“Well I’m sorry.”Phoebe shrugged before taking a bite of her sandwich. “Are you guys talking about Dead Space?”
“Yeah. How do you know about that game?” Rayden asked as he took a final sip from his soda can to then crush it at Phoebe’s amazement.
“I watch my space dad play it late at night when he thinks we’re all asleep.” Phoebe once again shrugged, finishing the rest of her sandwich. “Oh Ula, Atlas is here.”
“Great, where’s he at?” Ula stood up from her chair, her hand being held by Phoebe who lead the way. “I’ll be right back guys, tell Ama I just went to brin Atlas.”
“Got it!”
Phoebe and Ula traveled through the crowd that was their family before reaching the dining room where Atlas was, having a brief conversation with Vespers, Billy, and Lennie.
“Hey there Bambi.”Ula greeted before Atlas smiled at her, embracing her before kissing her forehead. “You’re late.”
“Hey Shortcake.”Atlas shrugged before turning to Phoebe. “Hey there Phoebe.”
“Hi there, Bambi.” she giggled before prancing away to find Rory and Clara, leaving the pair alone as they excused themselves from Ula’s uncles and dad. As they walked through the crowd and towards the table where their friends were, Atlas exclaimed in pain.
“Ow!” he held his cheek, holding and feeling it as he realized there was a wetness to it.
“What is it?”
“A...spitball.”
“What? Where did that come from?” Ula raised an eyebrow in confusion while Atlas scanned the house, shrugging despite very well knowing just where it came from.
“Good shot.”
“How’d you learn to do that?”
“Mom and dad’s friend James has been teaching me how to better my aim.”shared out the voice belonging to Davey as his eyes glared right at Atlas who walked with an arm right around Ula. Ugh. He wanted to do so much right now but, there were too many people, and Ula.
“Why do you even hate Atlas?” Benjamin turned to his cousin with a plain expression that stared at Davey’s reddened one, having been sitting on one side of him while Harper was on the other.
“He stole my sister, duh.”
“I mean, makes sense.”Harper shrugged, not really knowing what else to say. “Do it again Davey.”
“You don’t even have to tell me.”Davey mumbled out while preparing his next spitball, pointing it at Atlas who was now sitting next to Ula and Ama. Davey got ready and made sure to aim for a spot that wouldn’t be obvious for Ula to know, and so Davey spit before a gasp was heard.
“Davey! Ew! What is this!?”
“Cordie, you made me miss my shot.” Davey frowned deeply as he moved to the side for Cordelia and Penelope were now blocking his view. He huffed as he noticed Atlas and the others stand up from the table before walking out into the backyard.
“I’m gonna tell mom you shot me with a spitball.”
“It wasn’t meant for you though!”
“Then who was it meant for?”
“Uh-”
“Mom!” Cordelia ran away before Davey gave a groan, being watched by his cousins who watched him run after his sister. Harper and Benjamin looked at each other, giving shrugs before they stood up from their seats and went over with their mothers who were having a conversation, even Calliope was there.
The two sat by them on the couch before being noticed.
“Hi Benji, everything okay?” Belinda asked before Benjamin gave a nod. “Where’s Greta?”
“I haven’t seen her.” Benjamin replied before Maggie asked a similar question to Harper.
“Where’s you sister?”
“She was with Cordelia.”he shrugged, now looking to the side where he saw Cordelia finally reach her mother with Davey right behind, both obviously trying to talk first. “Or she’s with the moth girl.
“Her name is Phoebe, Harper.”Maggie ruffled his hair, then turning to the front door as the bell rang. She turned to the other women as she stood up.
“I’ll be right back, must be Ferry.” she spoke, then walking away as Harper followed behind her. Maggie opened the door and smiled as she caught sight of who was indeed Ferry with Ace besides her, carrying Ally while Bingo and Carney were in front of the couple.
“Hi Maggie!” Ferry exclaimed before hugging Maggie, surprisingly tightly before pulling away. “I’m so happy to see you! Hello Harper!”
“Hi.”Harper plainly replied before Maggie nudged him. “Hi Mrs. Ferry and...Ace.”
“Hi Bird Boy and Bird Mom.” Ace gave a smile as Ally gave a shy wave at the redheads. “Are we the last ones to get here?”
“Uh, I think so. But it doesn’t matter, come on in. Wouldn’t want Ferry standing for so long with that belly.”
“Oh Maggie I’m fine. Already went through it once.”Ferry giggled while rubbing her growing belly, following after Maggie as Ace closed the door behind them. “Where are Jelly and Lennie?”
“Uh, I don’t know.” Maggie shrugged as she didn’t find Jelly anywhere. “Maybe she’s in the backyard with her parents. Wanna check?”
“Oh sure. Ace, I’m going with Maggie, okay?”
“Sure thing.”Ace nodded before the women went their own way, and he looked at Ally who held on tightly to him. “Your friends are over there, wanna go hang out with them?”
Ally gave a nod before being carefully put down, and she walked away towards the group of kids while Ace made his way to the drinks table where he saw Cuckoo.
“Good afternoon Ace, how are things at home?” they asked while sipping on a drink of their own, Ace giving a shrug.
“Pretty great I’d say. It’s just a struggle with Bingo sometimes, and then there’s Ferry with the pregnancy.”
“Oooh I see. Is Bingo displaying said powers once again?”
“Yeah, and...I don’t like ‘em one bit.”Ace confessed before chugging down his drink, Cuckoo watching as they nodded. “It’s almost like...that bitch is back.
“Well, let us focus on the positives.”Cuckoo pat Ace’s shoulder before chuckling. “Ferry and her pregnancy, what if she were to have triplets again?”
Ace choked on air before Cuckoo patted his back once again, giving a small laugh.
“I apologize, I had no intention of startling you.”
“I know, it’s just that...triplets again...that would be...three kids, three babies…” Ace shivered at the thought before grabbing another drink and chugging it down again. “How are your kids and wife?”
“Very well I would say. Rory and Clara have a wonderful friendship with Cosmos and Vespers’ daughter.
“Ally also likes to hang out with her a lot, just how....ugh...she has a crush on Green Goblin’s son.”
“Now that’s a nickname I haven’t heard in a while.” Cuckoo and Ace looked down to see Lennie stand next to them, eating another sandwich before he reached out a hand to Ace which he accepted and shook. “Nice to see ya big guy.”
“You too. Where’s Jells?”
“Getting some stuff ready. Apparently has a surprise.” Lennie shrugged as Cuckoo and Ace turned to each other, then at Lennie. “What?”
“May it be what Pepper suggested was the reason for our being here?” Cuckoo smiled a bit slyly as Lennie looked confused. “Never mind Lennie. Are we to gather somewhere?”
“Yeah just over at the dining table...tables, where she and her parents are serving stuff.” Lennie stated before Cuckoo and Ace followed him into the dining room which was now filled with guests all trying to find their seats. Lennie eventually found his which was right in between Jelly and Ula, but Jelly was still setting things up on the table. He sat down next to Ula who was talking with Davey and Cordelia, telling them to stop arguing, while Lennie watched Jelly as she now stood in front of her seat.
“Hey, what’s with those two empty seats?”whispered Cordelia to Davey before he gave a shrug. It didn’t seem like there was anybody missing, so it didn’t really matter to him.
“Alright, can I have everybody’s attention please?” Jelly’s voice called out as everybody now quieted down, staring at her before she cleared her throat. “I know that there have been certain rumors as to why I asked you to gather here with us.
Lennie noticed as Jelly shot a glance at Pepper who was excitedly breathing something out that was mostly being repeated.
“No, I am not pregnant.”
“Aw shit.” came Pepper’s voice before Belinda nudged him.
“Hunny, there are children here!”
“Language!”
“Come on Ginger Boy!”
“Shoot! I said aw shoot!”
“Anyways.”Jelly continued before looking at everybody else now. “One day while I was traveling through planets, I decided to visit one of my favorite ones which is entirely aquatic. Or at least, that is what is what before my last visit to it. Unfortunately once I got there, I found nothing but dry land and…”
Jelly looked over at Cordelia who stared at her intently, so Jelly decided to change her words to not break her little heart.
“Life had moved on elsewhere, all life but a pair that remained near a puddle. And in this puddle, I found a sack containing eggs. So, I took these eggs so that they wouldn’t be forced to survive alone on a dry planet.” Jelly grinned before reaching into her hair, moving it a bit. “After a while, these eggs thrived and survived here with me and, they hatched into small creatures I like to call Squishies.”
Everybody watched as a tendril poked out from Jelly’s hair, a small blue-ish light emitting before another tendril followed. Soon enough, the body that the tendrils were connected to poked out as Cordelia gave a loud gasp upon seeing the lavender colored creature completely pop out with a chirp.
“Besides the fact that I wanted some family time, I wanted to ask for your guys’ help in naming these little guys.” Jelly chuckled, right before a plethora of more of the creatures came out from her hair and hovered above everybody.
“Mom oh my gosh!” Cordelia exclaimed as she slammed her fists on the table, smiling widely as one of the Squishies approached her face.
“Just sign the small notecard I’ve placed in front of you and hand it over to whatever Squishie has chosen you, they like to carry things.”Jelly mentioned before looking over at Lennie and their kids.
“Mom, what are these?” Davey asked while looking over the Squishie that was right in front of him, caressing his cheek with one of its tendrils before he carefully poked it. “Can I...hold it?”
“Of course.”Jelly nodded before Davey held out his hands, the Squishie placing itself on his hands before happily chirping. She looked over at Lennie who did the same, smiling at the Squishie before talking to it.
“You...you’re gonna be...Peanut Blobter.”
“This one’s Captain Pinky.”
“My is gonna be named Alpha Destructor the All Powerful the First! Or, or, or Denizen of all that is Pink!” Cordelia shouted as her sister looked over at her with a laugh. “ Or Denzi for short.”
“Ula, Ula oh my god.” came Ama’s voice before Ula turned to look at her from across the table, watching her best friend contain her gushing over the Squishie floating in front of her. “Ula!”
“What?” Ula laughed, feeling one of the critters seat itself on her head while the one with Ama sat on her shoulder.
“I’m naming it Mr. Squibbles.”Ama bit her lip while glancing at the creature, feeling its tendril on her cheek which made her squeal. “They’re so cute! Aren’t they dad!?”
“They sure are.”Billy agreed while his Squishie sat on his hat, chirping at Billy quite victoriously. “You are a cute one, Jam.”
“Jam and Peanut Butter.~” Maggie chuckled while her Squishie carefully touched one of her feathers in curiosity, then floating over to Harper to do the same which made him back away quite offended yet..he also did find the creature a little cute.
“Those go well with Lennie’s.” they heard Jelly speak as the Squishie now went over to her, affectionately touching her face. “He’s naming his Peanut Blobter.”
Maggie and Billy laughed to themselves before Jelly was on her way to her brothers, first coming across Cosmos and Vespers who had their twins sitting far apart from each other.
“What names are you guys using?”
“Star Destroyer!”
“Death Star!” suggested the twins with a giggle, Phoebe shaking her head.
“No! Let’s name it Galaxy!”
“We like our names better.~” the twins giggled again while Cosmos and Vespers shook their heads.
“Vesp, you come up with something with Orion. I’ll do something with Hunter and Phoebe.”
“Sounds good.”
“From the front side of the table, Lennie watched Jelly as he got an idea that he would suggest to her, so he got down from his chair. While he made his way and ‘Peanut Blobter’ remained on his shoulder, he heard other names come around like ‘Ducky’ and ‘Marshmallow’ and ‘Holly’. He smiled even more when he reached Calliope where Jelly now was.
“These little ones do look quite familiar if I do say so myself. I haven’t seen anything like these in a long time however.”
“Yeah, I mean, the other times I visited their home planet I never saw such a species which surprised me. It must have been how well they camouflaged with certain areas.”
“Well Jelly, I must say that it’s good that you found them, otherwise these creatures would be extinct.”Calliope smiled at the Squishie touching the lines on her mouth. “This makes me rather proud.”
“Aw, thank you Calliope. That means so much.”Jelly grinned before noticing Lennie who was beside her. “Lennie! I see you’ve already taken a liking to Peanut Blobter.”
“I sure have.”Lennie nodded before taking Jelly’s hand, about to open his mouth to speak before they heard the sound of a doorbell. “I’ll get it.”
“I’ll go with you.”Jelly followed Lennie before turning to him. “Were you going to tell me something?”
“Oh yeah, I was gonna say that, since we’ve got all these alien creatures and find a lot more others who need a home, be taken care of, or just be nursed until they’re in health.”Lennie started as Jelly tilted her head. “I thought, we might as well open a facility for alien creatures, where we could do all that stuff for them.”
“Are you...serious?”Jelly stopped walking to turn to Lennie.
“Yeah. We’d love and cherish all the ones we find.”he nodded with a smile, then being startled as he was picked up and felt Jelly smash her lips against his.
“Then yes! Oh, Lennie! That sounds like such a wonderful idea!” she continued kissing him, Lennie laughing as he heard the popping of bubbles all around Jelly meaning she couldn’t control them at the moment. “We could even get a new house! One where-”
“Are you guys okay?” they heard Ula ask, so Jelly stopped kissing Lennie before setting him down as they both turned to look at their daughter. “We can hear you and it sounds like either dad proposed again or you’re actually getting pregnant.”
“Ula!” Jelly pouted before turning back to the door whose bell rang again. “We were just talking about something.”
“Uh huh.”Ula snickered as she walked over to a somewhat flustered Lennie. They then turned to the door that Jelly opened, and a man with black hair and blue eyes stood right in the doorway.
“Mrs. D’Vitt! It is such a pleasure finally meeting you!”
“Um, I’m sorry, who are you?” Jelly asked as her hand was being kissed by the man who Ula recognized.
“Walter? You actually came?”
“Walter?” Lennie asked, remembering just who this was, but his wife nor daughter didn’t know that. This meant that...
“My little brother never mentioned just how beautiful you are!” Walter commented. “My name is Walter Sage, and I’m Schrader’s older brother!
“Schrader?” Jelly’s eyes widened before Walter stepped to the side, revealing the melancholy figure that turned around to reveal their face. “Schrader!”
“Um, hi...Mrs. D’Vitt.” he quietly greeted before his eyes landed on Ula and Lennie. “Ula. Mr. Blueblood.”
“Schrader.”Lennie nodded before turning to Ula who gave a small wave, and then a smile.
“I’m glad you actually came.”
“You invited him?” Jelly asked in confusion, Ula giving a nod right before her mother turned back to Schrader and engulfed him in a hug, emitting surprise from everybody who saw. “Well, I’m happy.”
“Really?” Schrader looked over at Ula and Lennie who gave a shrug.
“I haven’t seen you in such a long time and I got worried. Despite everything, I’m glad to see that you’re back and safe.” Jelly sighed while Schrader was still very much surprised, but he accepted Jelly’s hug before she pulled herself away to go over to Walter. “Everybody else if over here if you want to follow me.”
“Sounds wonderful!” And so, the parents and Walter walked away as Ula and Schrader were left alone.
“So...why’d you invite me over?” he muttered out before Ulagave a small frown.
“So you can get out of your house and do something that’s not work. But, also because...we gotta work on this, friendship thing.”
“Right.” And so, the two stayed in place before Ula broke their awkward silence.
“Do you wanna go with everybody now?”
“Oh, um, you know what? I think it’s best that I’m not seen. I’ll stay here.”
“Schrader.”
“Ula.”
“Ray.” Schrader looks at Ula before giving a sigh and then defeated nodded, walking behind her as she took him to the dining room where everybody was still talking whether it be about their own things if not fawning over the Squishies. Once they turned to see Ula however, their voices quieted down when their eyes landed on Schrader. All eyes lingered on him before Jelly cleared her throat, so everybody turned to her.
“Food’s ready! Just pass the food down once you’re done.” she smiled, attempting to lessen the awkward environment, so the guests now focused on the food rather than Schrader who was seated next to Dante. However, there was a pair of green eyes that did not stop staring at him, and they were on the opposite side of the table where Atlas sat.
“What is he doing here?” Ama whispered to herself while glaring at Schrader from afar, though she was heard by Billy who leaned in while keeping an eye on Schrader as well. “After what he did to Ula.”
“I agree Princess. I’m rather miffed at this.”Billy whispered to Ama who was slightly surprised that he heard her, yet she went on toe stare at Ula as Billy did so. “I wonder how she’s doing.”
“Poor Ula…”Ama whispered before she caught sight of her cousin Cordelia, noticing that she was rather happy.
“Oh dear...I wonder how Ula must be feeling.”breathed out Calliope as she carefully cut her food, Cuckoo discreetly glancing over at Ula who was now talking to Ama.
“Well, she seems rather...well. Though of course, one must not always judge the exterior.”Cuckoo sighed before turning to Rory who sat beside them. “How are you, Rory?”
“Fine,parental unit.” Rory joked to Cuckoo as they cut their food just like their mother. “ How is Miss Ula?”
“I have no exact answer for that.” Cuckoo sighd once more, then focusing on their meal.
“First James, and not this.”Aster frowned before taking a bite of his food, but soon turning to the front where James sat. “No offense.”
“Oh, none taken Mr. D’Vitt.”
“Aster, be nice.” Lydia nudged her husband. “We can’t just judge him like this.”
“Yeah, but, he left my little baby Ula and hurt her. And bad! She cried so much! Not even D’Art could make her smile.” Aster whispered-shouted before Lydia nudged him again. “Even Cordie and Davey were sad.”
“Just eat your food.”
“Ye know,”Robyn spoke as he still had food in his mouth. “If nerd boy wasn’t here and Schrader was still the boyfriend-”
“Finish eating whatever is in your mouth.”Rayden smacked his arm, then motioning to Schrader who was just across from them. “Besides, we don’t want him or nerd boy hearing this.”
“Yeah, but know as well as I do that Schrader-”
“Boys, you’re not eating with food in your mouth, are you?” came Jelly’s voice which made the twins shut their mouths, shaking their heads. “Do you guys want some more?”
“Is there any more?”
“Of course, just ask Phoebe to pass down the food.” Jelly smiled before heading over to Schrader who had been having a conversation with Dante and his brother. “Schrader, you haven’t gotten any food.”
“Oh, I, I’m not very hungry Mrs. D’Vitt. I’m sorry.”
“What a, liar!”Walter chuckled before grabbing Schrader’s plate to serve some food on there. “He’s just being shy!”
“Walter-”
“We came straight from the diner and knowing him, he hasn’t eaten anything.” Walter shrugged as he now filled Schrader’s plate. “And Mrs. D’Vitt, everything is so delicious! Might I ask what these floating critters are?”
“Oh! These are my Squishies which I introduced before you guys arrived.”Jelly reached a hand out as one of the Squishies landed on her hand. “Oh, that’s strange. This one doesn’t have a nametag.”
“What does that mean?”
“You two get name this one!” Jelly exclaimed before handing it over to Schrader who took it in his hands, feeling its tendrils wrap onto some of his fingers. “While you two finish up, most of us are going to the living room and such, alright?”
“Alright, thank you Mrs. D’Vitt.” Walter winked at Jelly who, just like most of the others, stood up from the table to put their dishes in the kitchen and scattered around the house. “What are you naming it?”
“What?”
“What are you going to name it?”
“Nothing. I thought you would do that.”
“Schrader don’t be rude and name the Squishie.” Walter stared at his brother who sighed and glanced at the tiny alien who chirped at him.
“This one looks like...a Berry...Chuck Berry.”
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“So, how’s the band been?” Schrader asked Dante as they both drank from soda cans.
“We’ve been doing great, did a gig the other night and people loved us.”Dante shrugged, then giving a sad smile. “But...it’s not the same without you dude. We need you back.”
“Bogus.”
“But we do! Besides Ula, you were the backbone of Cin-O-Surre! Nobody could make their fingers dance on a guitar like you.”
“I’m pretty sure you’ve been handling that pretty well.” Schrader shook his head. Dante gave a sigh with another shrug before he looked behind Schrader.
“You’ve got company. Turn around but don’t make it obvious.
Schrader pretended to stretch, even giving a slight turn as he noticed Ula who was accompanied by Atlas.
“Fucking great.” Schrader quietly groaned as he now face Dante. “They’re coming this way, huh?”
“Yup.”
“Schrader?” Ula called him, Dante and Schrader turning to look at her while crushing his soda can.
“Yeah?”
“I want you to meet…”Ula turned to Atlas who found it hard to look at Schrader. “Atlas. Atlas, this is Schrader as you’ve heard before.”
“It’s, nice to meet you.”Atlas finally spoke up as he offered a hand to Schrader. Schrader glanced at it before looking Atlas in the eyes, hesitating but still accepting his hand. This being especially for all the eyes he knew were staring at them, and because he didn't want to let Ula down as she stood right beside them.
Atlas let out the breath he had been holding in, shaking Schrader’s had that felt rather rough as he had a tight grip. It felt rather familiar if he was being honest, like he had shaken hands with him prior to this meeting.
“Ditto.”Schrader nodded before retrieving his hand. Atlas gave a nod as Schrader just stared at him, a stoic expression that once again made him think of something else. “There something on my face?”
“Oh, no. Sorry, I was just thinking about something.” Atlas coughed before turning to Ula.
“Uh, I think Robyn and Rayden are calling me.”Dante coughed as well, then leaving to said twins as the pair and Schrader now stood alone.
“So, how’s it been, settling back in?”
“Good. How’s it been coming back from traveling with your grandfather?”
“Good. Seeing all my family and friends is cool.”
“Cool.”
“Oh shit.”Ula whispered as she heard a loud laugh. “I’m going to have to leave you guys for a bit. Cordelia is taking the fish out for the Squishies to see.”
“Alright, see ya.” Atlas watched Ula go before he was struck with the realization that he was now stuck alone with Schrader, who seemed a tad bit off. “Are you, okay?”
“Yeah.” Schrader let out a deep breath, taking a few glances to the sides as he knew guests were still staring at them.
“I’ve heard that you used to be a part of the band with Ula and the guys. How’s that going?”
“I don’t know, I’m not rejoining it.”
“Oh...well, what did you do in the band?”
“Basists, backing vocalist, backup for any instrument, and songwriter.” Schrader placed his crushed soda can in a recycling bin before cracking his knuckles. “You play anything?”
“Well, uh-”
“Schrader!” a voice exclaimed, causing Atlas and Schrader to look to the side before the latter was tackled by somebody who now clung onto him. “Schrader! Don’t ever do that again!”
“Hi Cordelia.”Schrader chuckle as he felt the girl tightly hug him.
“I missed you so much Schrader! You, you big dummy!” Cordelia made a pouty face once pulling herself away, then noticing Atlas. “Oh hi Atlas.”
“Hi Corde-”
“Schrader, we have to go hang out some time! Like, like maybe go to the carnival together again where we ca win lots of toys!”
“That sounds like a great idea, Viking Princess.”Schrader ruffled Cordelia’s hair before she went in for another hug, Schrader feeling that one as well as the one on his legs which made him look down to see Phoebe.
“I missed you Schrader!”
“You also knew him?”Atlas watched Phoebe who gave a nod, and soon Atlas saw the others children who watched Schrader be hugged by the two girls, mostly likely waiting to have a turn as well. So he could tell this guy was great with kids.
However, there was one child who remained close yet far enough to watch with a glare, and it sure wasn’t Carney who disliked Schrader. Instead, it was a blonde sailor, trying to contain his anger in as he sat alone.
“I thought you would be with Ben or Harper.” he heard somebody say to him, Davey turning to see his older sister who pat his head. “Why are you here all alone?”
“Why is he here?” Davey asked, motioning to Schrader who was now carrying Ally and Bingo at the same time.
“Well, because I want things to be better in between us.”
“He hurt you Ula.”
“And James hurt mom, but they’re really good friends now.”Ula shrugged, feeling as Davey now grabbed her wrist. “What is it?”
“Stay with me.”
“Davey, you know I would, but I gotta take all those kids off of Schrader and make sure he’s feeling okay.” Ula kissed Davey’s forehead. “But, I’ll be back, okay?”
“Okay.” Davey nodded, watching as his sister head towards Schrader. Davey then gave a deep frown, he wanted that idiot away from his sister, so far away...and that’s when he thought of something. Making sure nobody saw him, Davey sneaked away to the hallway before finding Ula’s bedroom door. He reached up, grabbing the doorknob before giving a sigh.
“I’m sorry Ula, but this is for your own good.”
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“Alright alright, let Schrader take a break from being a monkey bar. He’s tired you know.” Ula chuckled at the children in front of her and Schrader, and he softly an gratefully smiled right at her.
“Whoa! What’s Mana doing here!?” Phoebe gasped in delight.
“What?” Ula’s eyes widened before she turned around, hearing a series of barks as she saw her cat Samhain dash through the living room, being followed by a joyous Mana who was followed by his puppies. “Mana! Puppies! Oh no!”
Ula panicked, rushing to grab the axolotls who attempted to go after the terrified Samhain. Dante grabbed Mana, while the twins and Ama helped to grab some of the puppies. Vespers was eventually the one who was able to grab Samhain, handing him over to Ula before she told her friends to put the axolotls in her room where she would go after calming down Samhain in Cordelia’s room.
Schrader took a few steps towards the commotion, intending on helping Ula gather everybody up, but he instead felt a hand grab his wrist and forcefully pull him away. He was made to lean down before his blue eyes looked into green ones as he was now face to face with who he could tell was Ula’s brother.
“I’ve been meaning to talk to you.”
“Davey? What-”
“Listen up Sage!”Davey shut him up as Schrader stared at him in surprise. “I want you to stay away from Ula, far away from her! Heck, go back to where you left to! Just leave my sister alone! We don’t want you here, I don’t want you here, Cordelia doesn’t want you here, Ula doesn’t want you here!”
Davey dug his claws into Schrader’s jacket, digging them so harshly to the point of actually drawing some blood from his shoulders where he held onto to make sure Schrader wouldn’t leave.
“Davey, relax-”
“No! Don’t you dare tell me to relax you big idiot!” Davey now yelled at Schrader before pulling hi even closer, gritting his teeth at him. “You left us! You left me and my sisters and my parents! You left everybody! Even your own brother! You left us and you left Ula like she was nothing to you! You betrayed her!”
Davey huffed to himself as he couldn’t contain any of his anger anymore,
“I don’t know why you left! And I don’t care why you left! All that matters is that you betrayed my trust and hurt my sister! You hurt Ula! You don’t deserve to be here, let alone in her presence! We don’t want you here!”Davey snarled as he now shoved Schrader away, the young man standing straight while still looking at Davey who pointed at him accusingly. “Go away Schrader! Stay away from us and especially Ula! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! And I hope that Ula comes to her senses and hates you too!”
Finally, Davey stopped as he shook with fury and clenched his fists while trying to steady his breath. As he had now stopped yelling, he realized that everything was quiet. He looked around and saw everybody staring at him. The guests had either expressions of shock or looked at Davey in disappointment if not anger. It was an awful feeling, yes, but Davey felt a sharp twinge of pain once his eyes landed on an angry expression he never believed would be directed at him.
Ula’s.
Davey looked back at Schrader who was still surprised and in disbelief of what had just happened, so the sailor clenched his fists before running away into the hallway as a door was opened and slammed shut.
There were a few quiet murmurs in between everybody as Lennie and Jelly turned to each other, then walking through the hallway to Davey’s room. Ula turned to look at Schrader who shut his eyes to open them and make a turn, walking to the front door which he opened before walking out. Ula went after him, not noticing her friends nor Atlas try to go after her as well.
“Schrader! Schrader come back!” Ula called after him as her heels clicked on the ground, Schrader shaking his head while he continued walking away until reaching his motorcycle. “Schrader, I’m so sorry, I-”
“No, Ula. I’m sorry.”Schrader interrupted in a rather upset tone. “I’m sorry for coming to your little family jamboree. I knew I shouldn’t have come to this, I knew it was a bad idea.”
“But Schrader-”
“Ula, just...stop. There’s no point in me staying here if your brother wants me out and yelled everything right at my face.”Schrader shook his head again. “I’d much rather leave than stay in the same place where I’m hated by everybody there.”
“They don’t hate you!”
“Really, Ula? Is that what you call it? Staring at me, watching every move I make while glancing at you to see if you’re fine with it or not? Judging what I did? Everyone in there hates me! And your brother was right, I’m not wanted anywhere!”
“That’s not true!”
“Yes it is! Now stop pretending that this is your Wonderland where we can all be happy and go back as if things were normal! You and I, we can’t be friends. I especially can’t be your friend if I see deer boy following you around like he’s some lost puppy.”Schrader started his motorcycle before turning to Ula. “I’m sorry Ula, but I’m leaving. And for your and your family’s sake, I hope that it’s for good.”
Ula stood alone on the street, watching as Schrader gave her one last glance before riding his motorcycle down the street until it was out of sight. She was at a loss for words, not knowing how to react next before she slightly jumped, being startled by a hand placed on her shoulder. She looked and saw Atlas, right before she moved his hand away.
“I’m sorry, but I want to be left alone.” she walked past him, then glancing back at her house where she saw her friends watch her worriedly. However, her eyes darted to a window where there was a light illuminated, and she saw the figure that belonged to Davey, looking at her from afar. In response, Ula furrowed her eyebrows and shot a glare at her brother, then turning away before she was submerged in bubbles and disappeared, teleporting away.
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sweet apple biscuits
pairing: jungkook x reader
genre: angst, 'orange' au
word count: 15.5k
a/n: inspired by the anime 'orange' which made me cry like a little bum. ALSO! make sure you look at the dates to not confuse yourself in each transition. it’s ordered in dd/mm/yy and the italics are what’s written in the letters. this took me awhile to write, but it’s finally here- so please enjoy ok goodbye.
summary: a story about someone who receives letters from themselves ten years in the future and asks them to fix all their regrets and save a particular boy.
“Hold him and love him. Tell him how you feel. Tell him how much he means to you. And whatever you do, never let go of him.”
07/04/27
Life was never how you would plan it and you knew exactly that.
They say that life is unbearable if you make it unbearable- and as half of that statement is true, half of that statement is life on its own having a way of unravelling itself before you. As if it were knots to seams to threads- life had untied itself in an inevitable way, you could no longer complain anymore.
So as you stood at the pile of stones stacked before you, being a daily routine every week to visit, you couldn't help but have this fervent dislike for life for awhile. The air smelled like daisies and you knew it was his favorite flower next to apple blossoms. The sun peaked through the clouds as the very few sun rays familiarly kissed your skin as you were reminded of when he kissed yours. And you missed him.
But it had been exactly 10 years. 10 years had been enough for healing and resenting for all the mistakes and regrets that could have been avoided but all you could think about was how it would have been different.
Would you have been standing there, endlessly crying if you could've changed how you were? Would you have been married to him within these past years if you held onto his hand a bit longer? Would you even be thinking about the regrets from 10 years ago and just wonder if you could actually change it if you were given the possibility to?
If only you could take a needle and thread and sew life together in hopes that you could fix everything,
But then again, life was never how you would plan it and you knew exactly that.
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19/03/17
Two things happened that day.
One.
An unusual envelope decorated with strawberry washy tape- in which you had the same one- and was written to you in blue ink in the same hand writing as yours had surprised that morning. There was no particular name that said who it was from nor were there any stamps on it.
Being curious, you had opened it during your 8 am class of philosophy- in which you despised with a heart aching passion- and sat there bewildered the whole time when before you was a letter with handwriting that was too identical to yours and ripped pages from your day journal. You bit your lip in astonishment at the papers you held in your hand.
You turned to the one that had you completely baffled when you read the first thing written on top.
Dear Past Y/N,
That simple introduction had your eyebrows furrow in confusion- but your brain laughed it off, declaring that it was just a prank from your sister of some sort who probably ripped out pages from your day journal (in which you'll find retribution soon).
But when you continue reading with a curl of your lips, it soon fades as the words start to become hair raising.
Before you freak out or assume this is a prank, this is Y/N 10 years into the future and not your sister, and I'm writing to you in hopes you would do me a favor.
Biting your lip, you subconsciously continue.
I ask for you to fix my regrets and mistakes that I still think about as of now. There are pages from your day journal that you had written inside the envelope and I need you to fix everything that I tell you in order to change the future.
You might think this is some sort of joke, but on the second of March, a boy switches into your class- and his name is Jungkook. He sits next to you and I really want you to introduce yourself to him because it took him awhile for him to introduce himself to you. It's small, but a little can go a long way.
Just please do it.
As someone who had grown out of naivety, you have grown to never fall for things like this- but you saw that the rest of the pages seemed to be ripped pages from your day journal had really caught you off guard. And the letter itself could not help your mind fully register what you just read. You wanted to laugh, just crumple up the paper along with your so-called pages, and continue on with your life making your own decisions, but you just couldn't.
And that's when the second event happened that day.
The door of the classroom had opened, and usually you ignore those who had walked in, but your eyes had flickered from the papers in your hand to the boy of strange familiarity who had strolled into the class with an aura that made you think of a raven due to his dark hair and the expressionless face he wore. Your eyes had took the full sight of him as he had roamed the aisles on his side to find a seat that seemed to be currently full.
Seeing that his eyes were nearing your direction, you averted your gaze back to the letters where you hastily cleared your throat and read a few more sentences of the letter.
And before you stop reading, make sure to keep Jungkook in your life. As the days go by, you'll understand why. (That rhymed).
You stifle a laugh before you set the letters back into the envelope and to mentally take note to continue reading afterwards. You shove it into the small slip of your brown woven bag that your mother had bought you as a 'congratulations for getting accepted to college' gift and you never stopped using it. As you did so, you felt a presence linger over you and you slowly look up to find the boy staring down at you with eyes that hinted curiosity but his facial expression still stayed emotionless.
"Is this seat taken?" He gently asks with a sultry voice that had you automatically entranced as you sat there frozen, your eyes staring at him. And that's when the sudden realization that the boy who would sit next to you in class had the name of Jungkook. The boy who had an enchanting voice and is somehow meant to be in your life for a purpose, stood before you with another hesitant look.
He waved his hand over your face before you find yourself blinking rapidly out of your dazed state to avoid his gaze all of a sudden. "U-uh, go ahead," You managed to stutter and he just gives you a tilt of his chin in a way to thank you as he sat his backpack onto the desk in front of him while sitting next to you.
It wasn't until you felt his warmth radiate heat right next to you that you felt your fingers fidget and you find yourself continuously checking the time every now and then to see if the longer hand had moved a bit closer to 8:13 am- precisely when your professor would arrive with a donut or bagel in his hand.
The phrase written in the letter, I really want you to introduce yourself to him, had played like a continuous mantra in your head and it wouldn't stop. To kill time and get your mind off of it, you take out your notebook and pencil pouch, opening to a blank sheet of paper, ready for your professor to begin his lecture once he walks in- but the ongoing sentence had replayed itself over and over again.
Then you let out a sigh and turn over to the boy who had to supposedly be Jungkook and introduce yourself, to which he becomes surprised at your sudden introduction but seeing that he gives you a warm smile, your anxious feeling goes away. He takes out his right hand and introduces himself as Jeon Jungkook (you cursing at the letter in your head) and he had apparently transferred from social studies to philosophy. Meaning, he moved from one class to another one that was exactly across the hallway.
You look at him with steady eyes before taking his hand in yours and giving a light shake at the simple greeting and continued the class itching to read more of the letter that you had begun to slowly process and rely on.
After the monotonous lecture provided by your professor and endless notes, the class finally ended that had a bunch of your colleagues scurry off like ants out the door whereas you had taken your time to pack your stuff- and so did Jungkook beside you. You noticed that he didn't rush like the other people and that after a few seconds or so, you and he were the only ones in the class- and you automatically felt the major awkward tension grow thick in the air.
Tensing, you quickly stand up once you had put everything away and you moved down your row to exit, but you paused. You wanted to say goodbye and hope to see him again tomorrow, but as you turned around to do so, he was already walking down the steps down to the door and you bit your lip and suddenly remembered at the letter.
Walking out of the door, you pull it out to continue reading.
And just like your gut told you to bid Jungkook a farewell, you saw that it was a regret that future you wanted you to amend, but you weren't able to do so. Sighing, you continued reading as you walked out of the building and took the stairs down to sit at the coffee shop a few buildings away.
On the same day, you regretted not to say goodbye to him- I hope that you could do the opposite and say goodbye to him, at least.
Too late.
Also, your friend inform you that day that Jungkook is actually with someone and has been for 5 years already and they're still going strong. However, despite how deep in love he is with her, something happens later, but for now, make sure you're befriending him.
And, whatever happens, don't ever lose him.
You bit your lip once you reached the coffee shop and sat at a table outside while you took out your day journal, quickly jotting what had happened that day besides the letters that were given to you and compared the handwriting from your original day journal to the pages that were supposedly yours.
And the resemblance was uncanny- completely identical.
The words and your weird looking a's were completely the same on both of the pages and you let out a sigh due to the comparison that had brought chills up your spine.
Shaking the feeling off, you put the journal away and the letter back into its envelope. Once you've done so, you felt a hand on your shoulder causing you to jump slightly at the physical touch and you turn to look at the person to see it was none other than your friend of countless years, Chaeyoung.
You sheepishly smile at her as she giggled at your reaction. "You're always jumpy."
"How could I not when you're always scaring me like that," Sighing as you interject while she gleams a smile once again.
Chaeyoung tilts her chin upward as she sat in front of you with her arms crossed across her chest, usually indicating that she was going to inform you on some new news that you should probably open your ears for- but half of the time you don't. "So... I heard that Jungkook guy moved into your philosophy class today."
You stare at her with bewilderment at her sudden speculation and she smiles gingerly.
"So, he did?" She confirms.
"How-"
"He got kicked out of his previous class because Professor Yu was incredibly done with him," She answers as she leans closer to you. "That and he is the most well known guy on this campus... and it's probably because he has this long term relationship with his girlfriend and everyone admires the 'lovely couple' since they've been together for 5 years." She speaks and you felt the strange deja vu feeling as the letter was right once again. "But then again, I feel like they'll break up one day. It always happens to long term couples."
"You mean long distance?" You corrected and she looked at you.
"Both," She shrugs. "I mean look at Yoongi and me. He lives a billion oceans away from me a-"
"Stop," You cut her off, not wanting to listen to her story of her and her ex- not because it was completely stupid, but it hurt you more than it hurt her knowing that you brought them together. "You know I am a pro-Yoongi-and-Chaeyoung-fan."
"Well, sorry to break it to you, bud, but Yoongi-and-Chaeyoung are no more."
You roll your eyes at her simply and she cheekily grins, but you couldn't help but have this weird feeling in the pit of your stomach.
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19/03/17
The next day, you received another letter, except instead of its pink envelope with strawberry washy tape, it was a simple white envelope with a few stickers and doodles decorating it. Before class started, you made sure to read all of it to make sure that you were able to think ahead and not make another regret like yesterday- and thanks to that, Jungkook didn't sit next to you that day.
You were warned that he didn't sit next to you after that day and future you (that's what you called her now) told you to find a way to speak to him after class, but during he whole lecture, you focused on Jungkook's head who sat a few rows down in front of you, thinking of a billion things to say to him.
'Hey, Jungkook, do you want to go get coffee later?'
No, it sounds like you're asking him out on a date.
'Hey, uh- Jungkook, right? Do you understand the lecture today? Oh? You do? Do you mind teaching me?'
No, no, he's still new to the class.
'Hey, Jungkook! Do you mind if I can copy your notes you took today? I didn't get to fini-'
"Y/N, would you mind answering what the three branches of culture that are most commonly used in modern day?" You were snapped out of your inner debate when your professor noticed that you weren't paying attention and had put you on the spot.
You sat up straight when you realized a lot of your colleagues turned around, hesitating for your totally-off answer and you bit your lip, hoping to b.s. this question as best as you could.
"Uhm-"
"Were you paying attention?" He asked and you bit your lip, shaking your head, and you felt yourself shrink down in your seat as he sighed and continued on to his lecture that had you close your eyes in embarrassment.
If only future you would have warned you about getting caught off guard during your philosophy class, you would have one less regret to worry about.
You continued onto the day, realizing your next class was cancelled due to your professor calling in sick so you had a free 4 hours to do whatever. So you reread the letter to expect later.
The next time you see him, you're going to encounter him on the bus and as cheesy as it sounds, the only seat available is the one next to him. Sit next to him, I'm sure he wouldn't have mind, but I thought he didn't like me at the time which is why I chose to stand instead of sitting.
So when you do go on that bus, make sure you sit next to him. Starting a conversation or not, just sit next to him.
And right enough, you meet him on the bus when you were going home after your 6 pm class and the bus was entirely full- that is, except the seat next to him. When you climbed onto the bus last after the row of people that had filled up the remaining seats, you saw that he sat on the window seat, staring out at the window ignoring the people around him.
You slowly strolled over to his seat and on the way to his seat, your mind circled around the question of 'should I ask if I could sit down or not?' and as you inched closer to the seat, you cleared your throat loud enough for him to become aware of your presence.
"Is this seat taken?" You asked and he shakes his head as you give a small smile and take the seat when you notice he looks back out the window in which the skies were darkening.
The whole time you thought of questions to break the ice and start a conversation with him, but all you could do was play the scene in your head while fidgeting your fingers- in which did not help as you felt anxious by the second. But when you reached another stop for more passengers to get in and get off, you finally swallowed the lump in your throat and gained enough confidence to speak up and say his name.
He turns to you with an emotionless face and you felt your stomach squeeze in nervousness.
"Did you take notes on today's lecture?"
When you let out that word in the volume of a mouse, you couldn't help but look away from his gaze that almost made you explode if you dared look at him any longer.
"Uh, yeah, I did," He says casually and you nod in acknowledgement.
"Do you think... I can see them? I just had a rough day and-"
"Didn't pay attention at all to the lecture? I could tell when he called you out today," He smugly states and you look up at him taken aback to see him now chuckling, his eyes scrunching into a very cute eye smile and you automatically thought, 'his girlfriend is incredibly lucky'.
"In my defense, I was-"
The boy shakes his head with a grin. "It's okay, you don't have to explain yourself to me," He grabs his backpack in which his notebooks were shoved in and you watch as he did so. "We all have those days."
Once he takes out his white Five-Star notebook and hands it over to you, you look up at him with a grateful smile and saw through his eyes that he was genuinely kind, and you hoped that you could get closer to him as the days go. As you thanked him and put it in your bag, he only gives you another curl of his lips.
"You can return it to me tomorrow during class."
And you nodded, realizing that the ice was officially broken and you could feel yourself fall into a pit with a sign that alerts you not to fall in it, but easily, you fall as if you were Alice and you wonder if Jeon Jungkook was this profound Wonderland that was already founded by another person who loves him as much as he loves them.
But realizing that the letter wants you to keep him in your life and to hold onto him for as long as you could, you plan to do exactly that.
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07/04/27
"Do you think they received it?" Chaeyoung had asked as you looked up from a book that was Jungkook's very most favorite. It was a historical fiction and you remembered he enjoyed reading historical fiction because the story may have seemed real- but in reality, it isn't.
You stared up at her as she sat next to her husband on the couch while Jimin sat in a chair he had pulled up from the kitchen and Yuji stood beside him while you roamed through the books of Jungkook's very bookshelves that were specifically arranged from genre rather than author or just by his personal favorites.
You smile at them with the very hope that kindled within you. "I'm sure they did. I know I did."
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25/03/17
Keeping your promise, you gave the notebook back to Jungkook the next day- resulting into an excuse to sit next to him that same day. He didn't seem to mind at all and so forth, you and him got along over the course of 4 days as you constantly sat next to him in your philosophy class. This included debating on the idea of religion and other concepts and arguing if chicken or pork tastes better and admittedly, you admired his open-minded thoughts when he got into an argument with your professor about the usage of religion in modern day life- along with the choices of pork or chicken as well.
But today, you were sat outside Chaeyoung father's bakery with a new letter in your hand as Chaeyoung went to grab you both bread (meaning she was most likely going to steal the ones that were fresh out of the oven). Knowing that, you took out the letter and read it as quick as you could.
After skimming through it, Chaeyoung came with two warm loaves of almond cinnamon bread on a wooden plate that was one of the best sellers inside the bakery as you two sat there, talking as you usually do while doing homework.
"You know, I've noticed you've been getting closer to that Jungkook guy recently," She says and you peered up from your stats textbook with confusion written in your eyes but Chaeyoung was too engulfed in her own textbook to look up, so you look back down, trying to understand the basics stats and all its glory.
"He's cool," You state while turning the page of your textbook. "He let me use his notes."
She only nods in response and hums in a tone in which had you suspicious.
"What?" You inquired and she finally looks up.
"What?" She repeats you with eyebrows raised.
"You made that hum. The usual 'oh, I see' hum."
Chaeyoung laughs at you while taking a bite of her now half eaten bread. "Nothing. Absolutely nothing."
Chaeyoung was someone who did that. Despite her stupidity of most things, she was the most clever and surreptitious person you could have meet in your lifetime. You didn't realize it earlier but soon into your long, long, long friendship, you figured out that she notices things in a snap. She'll notice things before the thing actually happens. And you pondered a lot if she was a witch or not, but whenever you would ask, she only laughed and shrugged in response.
You give her an unsure glance once more before you continued onto studying for your stats test.
Chaeyoung noticed something- again- and if you ask her what it was, she'll just laugh it off. You'll understand why she did later.
That later in the day, the sun sank into the sky, delivering orange hues that blended with the clouds as the crescent moon began to fade in. The wind was strong that evening and your hair had hit your face and you were caught pushing it away numerous times as you were heading home after your long day with Chaeyoung studying about the art of math and bread. You waited with the crowd of people waiting for the crossing light to turn green, a lady beside you hastily talking to her partner about cooking chicken casserole for supper through the phone.
Another wave of strong wind breezed through your hair and you cursed yourself for not bringing a hairband and a jacket. You move your face to flip your hair over your shoulder, hugging onto your tote bag that contained your heavy text book, notebook, and your wallet as you felt your arms grow goosebumps to the temperature that dropped each minute. And as you looked over while you brought a hand to tuck a strand behind your ear, you noticed something.
Or rather- someone.
Your eyes fixated on the person that was on the other side of the road, casually walking down with his hands in his pocket. Before you knew it, the light turned green and people surrounding you had began to move as you just there and your eyes were focused on that one person, your legs being pushed forward, following the crowd involuntary.
Oh, and when you're walking home, you spot Jungkook on the other side of the street. I thought that maybe I could have run over to him and ask him for a quick snack- but I didn't.
So when you do see him, try and reach him and maybe ask him to get some coffee.
I want you to get as close to him as possible.
Biting your lip, you try to take your escape out of the sea of people that had prevented you from getting out, but once you made some rough bumps and exchanged sorry's and excuse me's you finally made your way out, your eyes still following Jungkook's form and you ran to the other side, not caring that the light turned green for the cars.
You called for his name and you saw that he was caught off guard when he turned to see you running towards him with all your speed and throwing your hand up to the cars that honked at you just to get to him. Once your feet fell upon the cement and you were safe, you take a deep breath as your chest heaved up and down, Jungkook watching you with amusement.
"Do you- w-want- to get- coffee- w-with me?" You say in between breaths.
"Did you just run across the street just to ask to get coffee with you?" He asks with a slight snicker and you nod, trying to regulate your breathing and he releases a mellifluous chuckle. "I mean, I don't want to say no to someone who just ran across the street for me."
"Correction: Someone who just ran and risked her life for you."
And then, he smiles at you and nods with his teeth gleaming.
"Alright, but I'm paying."
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02/04/17
The past few days had you soaring.
You learned more about Jeon Jungkook than you could ever expect and every time he made your heart flutter, you had to constantly remind yourself he was in a relationship with someone else.
And that someone else was Inha- and by meeting her up close, you understood why they had been together for so long. He would talk about her constantly because you had asked out of curiosity and you fell in love with their relationship. He had talked about how accepting she was and how even if they were busy, they had found some way to see or talk to each other.
It was like she was his missing piece in him as a whole and you were incredibly intrigued by that. She was this bright beautiful misfit and she fit him just as much as he fit her. From her wavy hair to her glimmering smile, you knew that she was Jungkook's girlfriend before Jungkook introduced you to her.
Indeed, she was glowing. She had this aura that utterly defined angel and when you saw them stand next to each other, your stomach did something that had you feel queasy, but you ignored it as you talked to both of them as casually as you could.
However, on that day, you spent it with Jungkook studying for the midterm for tomorrow that had you graying and pulling strands out of your scalp- but since Jungkook had a 101% in that class, he offered to tutor you (which you found appalling since he was new to the class a couple weeks ago).
You joked with him and he jokes with you and somehow, you had begun to fall in love with his laugh and all you wanted to do was hear it over and over again.
And there was a point where he had threatened to tickle you if you didn't answer a question right, and being as ticklish as ever, you had thought about the question over and over again, but only resulted into being tickled in the end. But, you didn't expect these knots tugging inside your stomach and your heart beating as loud as a drum when he had stopped his tickling and held onto your waist while the laughter died down.
It was just that little thing.
It was enough to make you fall.
Of course, you told yourself to ignore everything- every single heart beat that beats for him.
So when you came home afterwards, you received another dose of your usual letter sent from future you- but this time, it was odd. Very odd.
Jeon Jungkook dies on the 7th of June- a few weeks after he realizes his girlfriend leaves town without a trace- at 8:06 pm on impact by a truck.
In all your life, you made enough letters and essays with hooks that did not suck you in as much as that letter's beginning sentence made you freeze at the spot.
I'm telling you this now, because today- despite all your efforts to get rid of the feeling inside your heart and stomach- you have fallen in love with him. And I want you to know that if you keep suppressing that feeling, it won't save Jungkook or you.
Your heart had skipped a beat when your own feelings were confirmed by future you. However, that didn't stop you from swallowing the lump in your throat when reading that someone you had fallen for would leave earth in two months.
So please, don't let this happen.
The only thing that could save him was you and the letters and you had most definitely hoped that you could at least save his life.
07/04/27
You were about to get into the large car that had been Chaeyoung's brother's best friend for road trips. And that was what you and everyone did on the 7th of each month. You would visit Jungkook's grave in a secluded place 5 hours away from your home.
He lied right under a couple of immense apple trees and whenever it was April or May, apple blossoms would fall and land on the pile of stones, making you almost certain that it was Jungkook's way of saying hello. Sometimes when it was apple season, a few apples would fall out of it's place and you could almost hear his laughter in the wind- but then again, you ignored that and assumed you were just hallucinating.
But before you were leaving his secluded place on top of the mountain under the few apple trees, you heard Jimin and Yuji's bickering and Yoongi trying to yell over them. You turned around to see what the commotion was about and Chaeyoung only laughed as she saw your confused face.
"They're fighting over the last apple biscuit," She whispers with a humorous tone into your ear, resulting into you giggling and rolling your eyes.
"It's just a damn biscuit! We'll make more for the both of you when we get home!" Yoongi aggravatingly yells whereas Chaeyoung only laughs at him, strolling over to her husband and calming him down.
It was odd, comparing your friends ten years ago to now. Especially Yoongi and Chaeyoung since you never expected them to be together again. Although the couple had their ups-and-downs due to long distance, they ended up marrying each other because if Yoongi hadn't found her after three years of being apart, Yoongi-and-Chaeyoung would have been nothing.
But seeing that Chaeyoung had held onto his left arm with such love and care as she gently stroked it while Yoongi tried his best to cool down by the other couple's immaturity, you had only admired them afar.
You saw Yuji pout her lips and cross her arms and you snickered at her technique to get her to win against Jimin.
"But, babe. You had 3 and I only had 2! I'm pregnant, you know." Yuji exclaimed while you stifled another laugh as you saw Jimin's internal conflict hidden his face until he finally gave in, resulting into Yuji's very happy squealing.
Your lips unconsciously curled into a smile as you watched the both of the happy couples, with the wind blowing at your face as you stood near the door of the van.
And even if your heart had carried such regret, you felt a sense of familiarity as the wind blew through your hair and for once, a weight had finally lifted off of your chest.
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29/04/17
Jungkook and you had gotten close through the daily philosophical classes and ice cream parlors. You learnt that his favorite ice cream flavor was totally beyond random. He chose three scoops; on the bottom must be rocky road because he loved tasting marshmallows that blended in with the melting flavors; the middle scoop had to be mint chocolate chip because he enjoys a bit of a minty flavor; and on the top would be either pistachio or vanilla- depending if he was in the mood for an odder flavor or just plain ol' vanilla.
But from the continuous side comments and debates in your class together, everyone knew that you had become friends in under a month.
A month that had been filled with laughter and joy that you couldn't quite decipher- but you let yourself fall for him each day, each minute, each second. You realized that he was an extraordinary boy that had loved the night because he claimed it was prettier than most would think. You realized that he enjoyed iced macchiatos more than cold and his favorite color was a peach color because you could only see them mostly in flowers. You realized that he had a passion for historical fiction because he claimed that the story or plot is always seemed as realistic, but once you pry your eyes from the literature, you realize that it really isn't real- but that's what you told him what general fiction defines and instead of interjecting, he simply pulled out a book for you to read in hopes you understand what he means.
But a month wasn't just about knowing him. He was able to get to know you too. He found out that your favorite ice cream doesn't matter as long as it's in a waffle cone and that your favorite time of day was whenever, as long the sun shows itself the next day. He found out that you preferred your lattes hot because you always enjoyed the latte art. He found out that your favorite color was white because black was too overrated and that you never read historical fiction unless it was for class- but you never really reach the end of the book- and that you read a lot more fiction than the historical fiction.
But a month was usually you forgetting that he had someone he loved. And future you had written continuous letters about not trying to suppress them- but you always ignored it.
I know you're in love with him, but just trust me on this when I say not to ignore the feeling he gives you. I completely regret that.
But one day, when you asked him about the person he loved, he would smile at the sound of her name. He described her as indescribable. She has been his best friend since day one and that he had finally had the guts to ask her to be his during freshman year in high school- and just that story almost made you cringe but he laughed it off when he heard your weary "awww".
On that Saturday, Yuji and Jimin made a surprise appearance at your usual hangout with Chaeyoung outside her bakery, sitting with them in front of you.
Chaeyoung introduced you to Yuji a few years back and you learned that Yuji was a more modest version of Chaeyoung as Chaeyoung was more of the wild, reckless type. Yuji also had this sense of independency when you met her, being which you got along with her a lot. Jimin was the kid who was best friends with Yoongi back in the high school days and Chaeyoung considered him as a brother- and so did you.
So it wasn't a bother to see them in front of you as you all got along well- that is until laughter died down from a joke Jimin stated and they all looked at you with a sense of unusual seriousness that had you furrow your eyebrows.
"Why are you guys looking at me like that?" You asked and you noticed that Yuji and Chaeyoung had glanced at each other to exchange looks and it had you confused and worried as if they were about to tell you some odd news.
Then they looked at Jimin, resulting to him sighing in defeat as he dug into his back pocket and you looked once more between Chaeyoung and Yuji before Jimin places a grey envelope on the table. Glancing at it shortly, you looked back up at Jimin before you rose a single eyebrow.
"What is it?"
Then Jimin clears his throat before Chaeyoung and Yuji simultaneously places different colored envelopes on the table and you bite your lip, having an idea of what it was in your head.
"We've been meaning to tell you," Yuji starts after clearing her throat and you sigh. "We've been getting letters recently- and it might sound crazy- but they're from-"
"The future."
As you finish her sentence, you notice that all their eyes were focused on you and you tilted your chin a bit before digging into your back to take out the letter that was ripped open this morning by you as you sheepishly smiled.
"Yeah, I've been getting some, too."
Jimin stares at you wide-eyed, along with the rest of them and you purse your lips into a thin line.
"What does your letters say?" You simply ask.
"Mine says that we need to save Jungkook," Yuji said and you nodded.
"Mine says that and to bring Y/N and Jungkook together," Jimin chirps with a smile across his face and you had to admit, you were taken aback a bit at the sudden phrase of you and Jungkook together.
"Mine says all of that and making sure we all stay together from 10 years from now." Chaeyoung says with a cheery voice that made your heart warm and you're sure it made the others' hearts warm up as well.
Then you told them that your letters had consisted solutions to regrets you'd make and making sure to keep Jungkook in your life- and when you shyly told them that, you saw their reassuring smiles, and you do hope that you were able to stay with them even from 10 years from now.
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08/05/17
Today was the day of the annual sunset festival that the whole town would rage over because the entertainment, the colors, and the food were spectacular- and of course, it was set at a venue on top of a tall mountain that overlooked the breath taking sunset in the horizon.
Chaeyoung, Jungkook, and I went to the sunset festival together, but most of the time, Jungkook felt left out since Chaeyoung came. If you could, include him (or you could make Chaeyoung thirdwheel).
However, Yuji and Jimin tagged along with you, Chaeyoung, and Jungkook, making you suspicious as to what future them wrote to present them.
But, you hoped that the future was changing.
Besides that, the festival was lit with hanging dim string lights from above and you could faintly hear the children and people exchanging laughs and soft talks that had made you smile unintentionally. You observed the way that the festival was alive and animated with the loud colors and pretty lights that were spread out everywhere and as you did so, you turned to smile back at your friends behind you who seemed to be as intrigued by the festival as you were.
"They really outdid themselves this year," Yuji comments and Jimin smiles while taking her hand in his.
You peered over at Jungkook to notice that he was still admiring the festival with his own eyes and it didn't occur to you that you were staring at him until you hear Chaeyoung's awkward cough to grab your attention.
"Okay, so we're going to play some games over there," Chaeyoung started and when you opened your mouth to ask her if you and Jungkook could join, she continued her sentence in one breath. "We'regoingtogetgoingyoutwostaytogetherdon'tgetlostyouknowmynumberalrighthavefun!"
And she was off pushing the two love birds away with her somewhere where your eyes lost them in the crowd. You sighed in defeat when you realized Chaeyoung's plan and you could mentally hear her saying 'you're welcome' in that smug tone of hers.
Jungkook only let out a chuckle and smiled down at you.
"So what should we do first?"
You both ended up playing a few mini games, in which he won most of them- but you didn't mind because you figured he would be competitive- and then, you both found a mask booth decorated with hand crafted masks that had you drawn to it easily, wandering off away from Jungkook. Jungkook found you staring at the masks before he picked out a tiger mask and attempted to scare you with a growl but you only laughed at him whereas you picked out a medusa-looking mask in which made him jump at the sight of it. You shared laughs at that and every time you heard his sonorous chuckle, your heart skips a beat and you have to take a deep breath to remain sane. Then later, you both decided to get festival food and he ordered you both a potato swirl on a stick in which you enjoyed a lot. When it reached to the sun beginning to set, you both rushed over the edge of the hill, standing next to each other as you watched the sky transform into different shades of pink and purple to a deep navy as the sun began to sink below the horizon and a few twinkling stars made its appearance. After the appealing sunset everyone fawned over, you and Jungkook spent the rest of the night talking while looking for the rest of your friends.
And as you did, you spotted a booth that was selling statues and pinwheels that you wandered over there, not realizing that Jungkook was not following behind you when you did. As you admired the pinwheel that had colorful vibrant strings flowing with the wind, you felt an arm wrap around your waist. You quickly jump away from the sudden touch and turn to look at the person who did it to see it was random stranger with a smirk plastered on his face while his eyes raked your body.
"Hey there," His words were slurred and it made you cringe to realize that he was drunk, reeked of tropical alcohol and was trying to hit on you. You took a step back with an uncomfortable smile on your face but he took a step forward to grab at your wrist. "Don't be like that, I don't bite."
You stare at him in distaste and try to pry his hand off of you. "Uhm- Well, I do."
He scoffs. "Kinky. I like it. It makes me wonder if you have a boyfriend or not-"
Before you could defend yourself, the stranger's hand was thrown off by another, making him stumble back a bit at the force. You widened your eyes and look up at the person who helped you.
"Seriously, don't wander around without me knowing," Jungkook tells you with an unfamiliar strict tone to his voice that had you open your mouth to defend yourself, only for the stranger to disrupt you.
"And I'm guessing you're her boyfriend?" He asks trying to steady his on feet on the ground and Jungkook raises an eyebrow at him.
"I am."
Suddenly, you're staring at Jungkook with even wider eyes and you heard the drunken man laugh in front of you. "Don't leave her alone next time or else I might-"
Before he could finish sentence, Jungkook pulls on your wrist, zig-zagging you through the crowd of people to get far away from that man while he settled under a lamp post where it was more secluded.
He lets go and you press your hand onto the lamp post to catch your breath and he watches you with steady eyes as you heave your chest up and down.
"You good?"
You nod a bit and straighten yourself to look up at him under the dim light. "You didn't have to do that-"
"A 'thanks' would suffice."
"Thanks," You say, crossing your arms. "But, I was completely fine."
"No, you weren't."
"I was too."
Oh, and when he turns around,
He shakes his head at your stubbornness and finally gives in while turning around, "Whatever tickles your peach. Let's just go find the others."
Hug him.
And you did, wrapping your arms around his waist and pressing your cheek against his back, making him suddenly freeze at the unexpected embrace you gave him.
Say you were grateful for the well-spent day and that you wished for more days like that with him.
"Thanks, Jungkook. Not just for helping me earlier, but spending the evening with me. I didn't have fun in awhile until now and I hope we could do it again soon." You say with your heart thumping the whole time with each word you spoke. Then you felt his hand over yours, making you tense as you realized that his hand was warmer than yours.
"I had fun, too," He states and it was just enough for you to breathe normally and let go slowly, your cheeks turning red, but you thanked that the dim light wasn't bright enough to show it.
That late at night, you didn't expect him to be shown up at your door at 3 am with a strong stench of vodka and rum mixed into his clothes and his eyes swollen from crying. That late at night, you never thought your heart would shatter until you saw his red eyes and a tear fall when he blinked. That late at night, you didn't realize you were hugging him until you heard his entreats and sobs.
At night, you wake up to an unexpected drunk Jungkook continuously knocking on your door and he tells you that Inha left a goodbye note. It said that she was leaving and that she was sorry because she wasn't coming back. So please, comfort him. Take care of him.
"S-she left. Inha- she left me," He would say and you patted his back, letting him release everything his drunken state could release, not knowing what to do than just comfort him. "She wasn't answering her phone the whole day and I just thought... b-but when I went home, she left a note-"
"A note?" Your heart dropped as you pulled apart slightly to make eye contact with him.
"A stupid fucking note. A note on my door that says she's leaving and she's s-sorry. I tried reaching her, calling her- I even ran to her house to find out she out she packed her things and left," You saw as he unravels himself in front of you with his eyes and cheeks that both turned into a shade of red that made your heart break a bit. You had to look away slightly and continue hugging him, laying your chin onto his shoulder as he held you tightly.
"She abandoned me, Y/N. She said that she wasn't coming back-"
You were nodding as you stroked his hair gently, cooing him as you felt his arms tighten around your form again. "It's okay, it's okay. We'll find her."
"I just don't get it," Jungkook was now choking on his sobs. "Maybe she just doesn't love me anymore-"
"Don't say that," You muttered.
And I ask you do one more thing for me for the night.
"Maybe I wasn't good enough. Maybe I wasn't enough for her."
I didn't get to do it before, but I want you to do this- no matter how crazy and over-exaggerated it sounds.
"Jungkook," You pried away from him to look at his glassy eyes. "Stop saying that. If anything, you were more than enough for her. She probably had a reason to leave, but we'll find her, okay? We'll find Inha. I promise that."
Make a promise.
And fulfill it.
And he's staring at you with his hands on your waist, he fingers massaging small circles onto your hips, but you were too determined to make sure that Jungkook would find the girl that he loves that you hardly noticed the lust in his eyes.
"You're too nice to me, you know that? I don't know what's happening right now, but my heart is racing and- for some odd reason- whenever you look at me, my heart just skips a beat and my cheeks go warm."
You scoff slightly, a small smile creeping up your lips, but your heart completely stopped when he continued.
"Maybe I'm in love with you."
And it was that statement that had you quickly alert, realizing that he was looking for someone to help him forget about Inha, but you knew it wasn't going to help him with this. So, you gently took his wrist and gently removed them off your waist and you looked at him with pursed lips while patting his cheek.
"Or... you're just piss-ass drunk."
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12/05/17
After his intoxicated sobs and yearns, you let him sleep on the couch with some pillows and blankets you found in the cabinets. And after that, you made sure that your promise to him will be fulfilled- no matter how ridiculous it may seem to find or hunt someone down- but it wouldn't be so hard right?
The next few days, Jungkook had barely talked to you since that night at the foot of your living space, but you didn't blame him. When you woke up that morning, you realized that he was gone, but he folded up the blankets and set them on the arm of your couch.
You did try calling Inha, though, only to find out she disabled her phone number, so you try calling her parents through Jungkook's phone to find out that they had no idea that she left and they were in fact as worried as Jungkook was. You then try to ask her friends- who indeed had no idea she disappeared either and you were left with nothing.
You'll find her. I know you will.
But just how? was the question. How could you possibly find her if you couldn't contact her, nor even figure out where she would go to?
However, after days of asking and trying to piece things together like a sleuth, today, you were taking your trip to the bookstore, using your saved up money to buy your workbooks to study for your midterm in a week. When you got home carrying numerous workbooks in your hands, you got a call from your phone that rang in your tote bag.
Stumbling to set your books onto a nearby table and struggling to fish your phone out of your bag, you quickly answered without checking the caller.
"Hello?" You spoke, squeezing your phone between your ear and shoulder, putting your bag onto the hook that was next to the front door and picked up your heavy workbooks from the table to put it onto your desk in your room.
"Y/N?" A voice called your name through the phone and you never thought you would hear that voice again.
"Yoongi?" You asked, bewildered at his sudden call and wondered why would we be calling all of a sudden as you walked to your room.
"Hey- yeah- uh, this might seem crazy but I actually found Inha- the girl you're looking for..."
"What?" You nearly yelled, but you controlled yourself when you dropped your books onto your table with a loud noise.
"She's actually living in the apartment next to me."
And it was enough for you to drop everything and plan a very last minute trip to the possible destination where Inha could be.
San Francisco.
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18/05/17
Once you told Jungkook, he didn't say anything, instead you both found the cheapest bus to San Francisco taking nothing but your bag and Jungkook. You didn't have a chance to tell Chaeyoung that you were going to see her ex that was too far away from her despite that she texted you multiple times.
Your letters seemed to be different from most of your days, so you didn't bother reading or expecting most of them.
However, the trip to San Francisco was long, but you took the time to talk to Jungkook for real after that night Inha left him. He admitted that he remembered saying that he could have been in love with you being which he never talked to you until now, but you only smiled at him, assuring him that it was fine and he was just drunk was all. And after crossing that bridge, you both talked throughout the ride, him telling you he was thrilled but nervous that you both were actually going to see her- that you were able to find her.
Sometimes, you would fall asleep when the sun was down and the moon was in full bloom or take several naps here and there, and he would let you sleep on his shoulder so you wouldn't wake up with a stiff neck. And whenever you made a restroom stop to change buses and get snacks, Jungkook found it amusing that you would always buy sour gummy worms, a water bottle, and tea whenever you made a stop but never go to the bathroom, and halfway through your trip, you would complain to go pee- and for some reason, he thought that was an interesting and beautiful side of you.
But, after hours and hours of being stuck together, you passed the sign that said Welcome to San Francisco and you and Jungkook exchanged a smile, whereas yours was more supportive.
You and Jungkook had reached the place she was reportedly staying in. In front of you stood a tall and high skyscraper which blocked the sun from your eyes as you looked up at the windows that were closed or open in various ways. A small smile crept on your lips as you tore your eyes away from it and looked over to Jungkook. You could tell he was nervous and if you closed your eyes and focused your ears on the little thumping sound that fastened within each second, you would know it belonged to him.
"Hey," You say, patting his arm encouragingly. "You can do it, okay?"
He looks at you and shakes his head slowly, but you sighed and looked at him in the eyes.
It was that moment, your heart couldn't bare to let him go- but you made a promise.
"We came all this way, Jungkook. I'm not gonna hear another word from your mouth about how you're afraid and you want to go back because I'm not going back without you until you talk to her. Look, people come and go in your life and maybe she had a reason she left. But you'll never know that unless you talk to her," You purse your lips and he continues staring at you. "You love her right? If you do, go and talk to her and make sure you get an answer. I'll be waiting at the cafe over there. Give me a call when you're ready."
And with that, you give him one last hug and a reassuring look before turning on your heels and walking away.
Oh, and Y/N? Just remember,
"Y/N?" He calls your name as you were walking away, but once you heard your name, you paused and turned around to look at him. And how breathtaking you looked as you turned around, the sun hitting your face and the wind blowing messily into your hair until you had to tuck a piece behind your ear.
He didn't want you to go.
"Thanks," Jungkook manages to say and you momentarily smiled.
You made a promise.
"I made a promise, didn't I?"
And fulfill the promise, you did.
Jungkook found you an hour and a half after, reading a book from the bookshelves courtesy of the coffee shop you went to. He admired you from afar as you had your glasses on because he knew that you probably tried to order something on the menu and couldn't see it. Your eyes were trained onto the words of ink, eyebrows furrowed at the concentration of the story held in your hands and your fingers anticipated to flip to the other page. He loved that image of you.
He strolled over to you in long quiet strides, that you didn't notice that he was walking over to you. A smug look grew on his face when he snapped in the distance between your book and your eyes, making you subtly jump off the seat you sat in when you pried your eyes off of the book to look up at the person.
When you saw it was him, you quickly stood up. "How was it? Did she say anything? Are you guys still-"
"Calm down," Jungkook chuckles at your jumpy state.
"Sorry," You did as you said while picking up your bag and the book, walking over to the bookshelf to put it back. "So? What did she say to you?"
He nods once you two left the store together. "She said that she needed space."
You stay quiet, hoping for him to continue, but he didn't. "That's it?"
"Yeah," He confirms. "Inha said that the town wasn't for her and she was sorry for creating a scene, but she said she had to get out."
"And what did you say?"
"I understood her," He says as you both walk back to the building to stay with Yoongi for the night. "She's a very complicated person since day 1- being which I loved her. But, I knew that she was never meant for a place back home. Inha's a wild and spontaneous, outgoing girl who was never meant to stay in one place, and I understood that. She's still finding herself."
You slowly take in his response, bit by bit until you asked; "What now?"
He presses the elevator button and he looks straight into your eyes. "Who knows? She's fine and I'm fine. It's not always going to be a happily ever after for everyone."
And the elevator doors opened and he allowed you to step in first.
When you both enter Yoongi's household, you smiled at Yoongi who was definitely different from the last time you saw him. His hair was back to black and he looked tired than usual, but he was just as happy and welcoming to see you. You quickly introduced him to Jungkook, in which they got along quickly after Yoongi mentioned something about his major.
Your mouth kept opening to say something going back to Chaeyoung and your mouth itching to tell him to go back to her, but you didn't say anything when he had given you enough blankets and pillows for Jungkook to sleep on the floor and you to sleep on the couch.
And the rest of the night went unsaid.
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08/04/27
"You know, I'm starting to wonder if past us ever got the letters," Yuji blurted out while Chaeyoung looked behind her in the passenger's seat, Yoongi driving right in front of her.
"Why do you say that? I'm sure they did," You say with hope dripping in your tone.
"Well," Yuji starts. "If they got the letters and did everything we said, wouldn't our lives change right now? I don't know about you, but I still remember everything I've experienced and I don't feel any different right now."
Chaeyoung furrows her eyebrows at that thought, making everyone look at her, Yoongi taking a second to look at the rear view mirror to look at her as well.
Just then, you shook your head, being sure that past you had received the letters and were able to do everything you wrote in it- because you had this feeling, no matter how risky sending letters through time is, you were going to change the future.
"Don't say that-"
"Maybe- just maybe," Chaeyoung starts. "The letters were sent to another universe version of us, being which why nothing is happening to us."
It was one of the rarest Chaeyoung moments that all of you in the car focused your attention to her, your grip on the pie on your lap loosening.
Chaeyoung explains, her eyes focused on the road ahead of her, as if everything she spoke was something that didn't come from her own brain- but it did. "Yuji's question is valid because if we were to send letters to our past selves, we should have changed a least a smidge- but I think the reason why we don't is because we have a different dimension or universe version of us.
"It makes sense! We should have changed by now, but we didn't, right? This means that the letters that we sent to our past selves will determine another completely distinct future- different from ours."
You and Yuji exchanged looks with each other as Jimin shrugged at the both of you. "So what you're saying is-"
"Jungkook will be saved, just not in our time." Chaeyoung finally makes eye contact with you all and your heart dropped into your stomach. "He's going to live, but in another dimension."
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19/05/17
You woke up to the sound of the trollies outside, your mind alert when you realized all your events yesterday led to you sleeping on the couch. You sat up, realizing that Jungkook still slept peacefully on the ground next to you and you let out a yawn, checking the time on the clock on the wall in front of you to see it was 8 AM. You threw your legs over the couch, careful not to step on the snoozing comfortably and looked around the household.
You walked over to the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water and standing near the island as you gulped it down, the morning taste on your tongue disappearing. Just then, you noticed an odd copper envelope sitting in front of you, already opened.
You don't usually snoop, but you saw the letter sticking out so making sure it was quiet enough for you to see, you reach over and take out the letter.
You know the girl that moved next to you? Her hair is brown and it's pretty long? She always wears golden earrings? That's Inha.
I need you to call Y/N and tell her that you found her. You'll understand why later, but you have to call her soon and tell her that the girl living next door is Inha.
Before you could continue, you hear footsteps, making you close the letter and shove it back into the envelope and pushing it away from you as you turned around to pour more water in your cup.
Maybe Yoongi does end up Chaeyoung in the future.
"Oh, you're up," You hear Yoongi's raspy voice and you turn around waving at him as he sat down on the stool beside you while you gulped away. "Did you sleep okay?"
You nod, smiling tiredly. "Yeah, thanks for letting us crash in-"
"It's fine, no worries," He says, rubbing his face with his hands and he looks at you while blinking several times. "So, is Jungkook your lover or something-"
You choke on your water while looking at the tired man in front of you, a bit puzzled at his question. "What? N-No! Of course not-"
"Yeah okay, well, keep hiding your love for that guy who snores ridiculously loud at night because I already know you like him."
Usually, you'd deny, wanting to change the subject or reject everything he says about you and Jungkook put together, but you just stared at him, already knowing for sure that he's just not going to take that involves denying.
"Figured," He says while nodding as he noticed your silence. "If you love him, why did you bring him all the way here to find the one he loves. Aren't you supposed to be glad that Inha's gone?"
Then, you smiled smug at him, a tired look in your eyes as you spoke. "If you love Chaeyoung, why did you break up with her? What happened to the, 'we'll make it work, we'll make it work'?"
Yoongi sends a look at your way as you laughed at his reaction.
"Do you still miss Chaeyoung?"
"Of course, I do "
"Then why don't you tell her that?" You inquired. "If you miss her, then you go to her. If you love her, don't lose her. You guys are meant to be with each other and I don't understand why you had to end it. You're the one who said that'd you'd be able to make it work with her, but I just can't stop wondering why my best friend could not move on from you- and I guess it's because she's still in love with you."
Yoongi doesn't say anything and you felt like you've done some justice once again when Yoongi realizes that you were completely right.
"Talk to her. I didn't get to tell her that I'm meeting you right now, but talk to her soon, okay?"
The boy nodded as you heard the loud yawn of Jungkook, indicating that he just woke up and you peered over the kitchen island to see that he was sitting up with his clothes still on from yesterday- a bit wrinkled but it'll manage- and his hair a nest.
"Morning!" You chimed and Jungkook looks over at you with a pair of exhausted eyes as you wave over to him. You look back at Yoongi and smile. "What do you have in your refrigerator? I'm starving."
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25/05/17
You finally make it home that a few days before, you and Jungkook had returned to being friends, talking more and more after each day. Chaeyoung wasn't at all mad that you went out of your way to find Inha, but she was quite mad that Yoongi had told you he missed you.
"That son of a bitch," She cursed under her breath when you told her the exact conversation that you and Yoongi had a couple days ago. "He can't just say that and have me expect a call from him soon?! Who does that?!"
You shrugged, trying your hardest not to laugh.
"It's not funny! That idiot is going to call me soon!"
"But don't you want him to call you soon?"
"No, I don't! I don't want anything to do with him!"
"But don't you miss him?"
"No, of course not! He left me-"
"And you want him to come back, don't you?"
"Of course, but-"
"And you love him, right?"
"No, no, no, I don't love him. H-he... He left me without a full explanation-"
"And you want answers. You want him to call you so you can have answers, right? Not just answers, but you want to hear his voice because you miss him and you love him and you want to tell him how much you miss and love him? Keep saying no all you want, but I know you miss him and he misses you." You take a sip of your tea that Chaeyoung made for you as she stared at you with defeat.
You knew her well enough to know that her weakness was love and as of right now, she was practically on her knees.
"Why am I best friends with you?" She pouted and you laughed inside your tea cup.
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08/04/27
"I could be wrong," Chaeyoung states with a bit of worry in her tone. "I was a music major, not a time travel paradox major."
Before anyone could say anything in return, Yoongi made a stop at the familiar place in which you only visited twice before. You held onto your freshly baked apple pie in your hand and prepared to get out of the car.
The aroma of flowers filled in your nose as you felt a bit of nostalgia hit you. A small house on a huge plot of land stood before you, decorated with beautiful trees that provided enough shade from the sun, and a bunch of bushes that had complimented the place nicely. The first time you came to visit was with Jungkook. He took you here to show you his collections of books because he still couldn't get over the fact that you had not read one good historical fiction in your life. He introduced you to his mother who had loved you from the start when you stepped into his house and she was as gleaming and beautiful as ever. She taught you how to pick apples and harvest tomatoes and strawberries that were scattered around her plot and during the whole time you were having fun with Jungkook, you thought that maybe living in a rural place with him wouldn't be so bad. The second time you came to visit was after Jungkook's death. You brought flowers for her as you let her cry and sob for as long as she could. It broke your heart every time you heard her cry for her son.
This was your third time.
All of you walked on the steps of the patio, you pressing your knuckles onto the white wooden door and knocking slightly.
You stood there, hesitating and waiting with the pie in a plate clutched in his your hands. Once the door opened slightly, you met the eyes of Jungkook's mother whom you haven't seen in a long time- and she didn't look a day old.
"Hi, Mrs. Jeon," Carefully, you greeted her quietly. "I don't know if you-"
"Y/N," She says her name as a motherly smile appears on her face, opening the door wider as she stepped aside for all of you to walk in. "It's good seeing you again."
You all sat at the table, pie in the middle while Jungkook's mother had came into the room with a small baby blue box with white stripes across it.
"These are Jungkook's memories," She says while sitting down slowly. "When he was around 5 years old, his father told him to keep his memories growing up in a box and ever since then, he would put something small into the box and he said when he turns 30, he would open the box and go through it." She sadly chuckles and all you did was stay quiet as she pushed it towards you both. "Inside are everything he collected- from pins to photographs to little knick knacks here and there. You can open it."
Hesitating, you reached out to the box, preparing yourself for a wave of ineffable nostalgic feelings hitting you all at once when you removed the top. And as you did, the first thing you notice was a picture and it was enough to trigger tears welling up in your eyes and something caught in your throat as you took it out of the box.
"It's us."
The picture was taken at the sunset festival where you and Jungkook got into a fight on who had to ask a stranger to take a picture of the both of you with the sunset in the background. You ended up doing it and you called him a wimp for being afraid of strangers. You noticed that your hair was longer at the time, your smile was brighter, and you looked happier beside him.
Then you wondered how he would have looked like if he was there with you right now.
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06/06/17
It was bizarre- how he fell in love with you. It was something so simple as to making fun jokes about pork and chicken, to finding out that you were a lover of books- just never approached historical fiction- and a lover of coffee. But it wasn't just your likings and traits that had him hooked. From the way your eyes looked when you promised him that you would help him look for his long gone lover to the way your laughter rang in his ears and for that reason- he set a goal to make you happy and to continue hearing that laughter for as long as he should live.
And maybe it was the way you always had an urge to fall asleep anywhere and at anytime and that he was able to offer a shoulder for you to lay your head on. Or it was just how you wanted to make people happy- being which you tried to fulfill your promise to him. But for some reason, he can't comprehend why he doesn't feel anything for Inha anymore when you both travelled all the way to San Francisco to see her.
You had planted these flowers in his lungs just by the simple way you looked at him. It was hard for him to breathe every time you sent your look his way and it was ineffable for him to see a breathtaking starlit night sky in your eyes.
No wonder why he loved the night more than the day.
He was going to tell you. Soon.
But for now, you were at home, blasting music while cleaning the household with the windows open, feeling happy. Ever since you took Jungkook to see Inha, you didn't receive any letters from future you anymore- and you hoped that the future changed enough to the point where future you didn't have anymore regrets, because of now, you barely had any. As you were sweeping excess dirt and dust on your wooden floors, your music got interrupted as you got a call from someone with an unknown ID.
"Hello?" You strolled over to your phone and answered it anyways.
"Y/N?"
Then you froze completely.
"Y/N? It's me. Have you talked to Jungkook?" It was the familiar voice that had you speechless in person and through the phone.
"Inha? Uh- I was talking to him yesterday-"
"Is he okay? Is he alright? Has he talked to you about me lately-"
Leaning your broom and dustpan on a wall, you put your hand onto your phone to understand clearly. "Woah, woah, wait. Slow down. Didn't he talk to you in person?"
"No... I saw him outside my door, but I was so scared to talk to him..." Her voice trails off and you bit your lip in confusion.
"So he didn't talk to you... at all?" You clarified.
"No, he didn't."
Then you hung up.
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08/04/27
Once you went through all of his memories, being some of which were quite humorous as Mrs. Jeon explained half of them and story behind his knick knacks, you tell her about your given chance to save Jungkook through the letters all of you had wrote. She only responded with a happy sigh, nodding at your hope to save his son.
"But, there could be a chance that our Jungkook isn't saved- but a Jungkook from their time will be," Chaeyoung states and Mrs. Jeon chuckles lightly. "But I could be wrong..."
"You all have done so much for him," She starts as she sits up in her chair. "And even if our Jungkook can't be rescued, I'd finally be able to sleep at night knowing that another life has been saved."
And everyone took that moment to smile at her, not a word leaving their mouth as you all agreed with her.
Then, when it was just about ready to have a long trip back home again, you all were saying your goodbyes.
"Thank you for having us," Yuji says while giving Jungkook's mother a warm hug in which she smiled brightly while rubbing her back.
"Of course, of course, darling. It's nice seeing all of you. I'm glad Jungkook made friends with someone who remembers him to this day," She says and you grin, ready to throw your arms at her while the others wait for you outside.
"Thank you," You whisper in her ear when she hugs you.
"Oh," She said with a jolly tone. "Here's a secret darling; Jungkook loves you and I'm sure he loves you even more as he watches you from above."
You don't say anything but just continue hugging her wishing that you could have done something where she wouldn't have said, he watches you from above.
"Don't push yourself too hard about him. He's probably wanting you to live your life with no more regrets," She says and you nod, taking a deep breath and you give her one last squeeze before letting go and walking out of the house, promising that you would visit again.
And during the whole road trip back home, you stared out of the window, gazing at the stars, wondering if Jungkook was twinkling at you from afar.
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07/06/17 ; 19:46
When you woke up that day, you had this feeling in the pit of your stomach that made you feel nauseous throughout the whole time. It endlessly bothered you as you tried to survive the day.
However, at 7:46 pm, you got a surprise letter with its first sentence being enough for you to drop everything.
Save him.
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09/04/27
Sometimes, life is never how you planned it. Even if you have a billion of back up plans roaming around at your sleeve, life just has a way of counteracting them. From trying to take two steps forward, life had pushed you back two steps backward.
But maybe, you can take four steps forward.
.
07/06/17 ; 20:00
When he had called you and stated that he was leaving his house at 8 pm to tell you everything he has been feeling and you entreated him to not take a step foot out of his house, he was quite confused as to why you would say that.
Jungkook wore a smile that evening as he called you, his heart jumping out of his chest when he heard you pick up. "Hey, Y/N, I'll be at your house around 8:10-ish-"
"Jungkook, don't you dare leave your house!" Your abrupt voice startled him a bit, but he just laughed it off.
"What? No, I need to get to you. I have to tell you something-"
"No, stop it!" You begged, almost crying as you grabbed your keys to the car you thought you'd never use because you only ever transported through foot or bus. "Jungkook, if you take one step out that door, I'm going to hate you forever."
"Looks like you have to hate me forever, Y/N," He chuckles and you hitched your breath. "I'm in my car."
You silently cursed as you rush over to the elevator and pressed the number to the underground parking. "Okay, where are you right now? What street?"
He hesitates before he speaks. "Uh- 19th East Street, I'm at a red light."
You could make it.
"Alright," You say when the elevator opens and you rush to find the car. "Jungkook, don't hangup yet."
"Well, this light is going to take forever so I don't see why I have to."
Once you revved the engine and started driving, you drove to the street he was in, your heart pounding as you realized that you probably couldn't make it- but you had to try.
Ten years with regrets hurts. Ten years without Jungkook is painful enough.
After weaving through cars that could have gotten you three tickets at least, you noticed his car down at the intersection on the same street, seeing that he was still focused on your call with you as he waited for the light to turn green. You looked around through your mirrors and the sides, searching for the truck that caused his death, and there, you saw it rolling down the hill at a fastened velocity, making you hitch your breath at the direction it was rolling down towards.
Quickly, you get out of the red light that your car was at and drive towards the bottom of the hill where you could save him.
If I could rewind everything,
"What the- There's a crazy person driving in front of the intersection-"
And as you drive forward, you realized that this was it. This is where you were going to save a life and you were going to no longer live with regrets. And you hoped that the Jungkook in the future is with everyone else.
I would do anything. I would do anything and everything in my power just to save him, to make sure he was breathing.
There, you realized that the truck was going down faster than you thought and you did hoped that this plan would work.
"I love you."
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09/06/17
You wake up two days after the accident, your eyes fluttering open to an all white ceiling that had you sigh.
'Guess I'm gone', You think but as you flicker your eyes to see the rest of what was in store for you, your eyes notice Chaeyoung staring at you with tears rolling down her red face.
"Oh my gosh," She gasps and before your mind could adjust to your surroundings, Chaeyoung was hugging you tightly.
You felt her warmth radiate off of herself and you wanted to sob into her shoulder as you heard her bawl her eyes out on yours. "You dumbass, why did you-"
"I had to save him," You cut her off and Chaeyoung pulls away with her eyes narrowing into slits.
"You are lucky I'm too relieved that you're awake because I hate you so much for doing that."
As you giggled into her embrace, your eyes raise and you spot Jungkook. Your giggles faded and you could see the way Jungkook's eyes softened at the sight of you and once Chaeyoung parted once again, she noticed that she was in the middle of an awkward tension. Clearing her throat she excused yourself out of the room as you sat up in your bed slowly and painfully as you realized that you must have broke a bone.
"Careful," Jungkook says while strolling over to you. "You sprained your wrist and broke your ankle."
Your eyes never left his as he spoke to you.
"I'm guessing you didn't really talk to Inha?"
Jungkook laughs nervously while tensing. "Yeah..."
"Were you really afraid to see her again?"
He shook his head while shoving his hands into his pockets.
"When you told me you had found her and you had an idea of where she was, I was- beyond thrilled. But, inevitably, when you told me that there should be a reason why she left, right? Because you said people come and go in your life? I realized that Inha had to go, and then you had suddenly came into my life. And when you said that you would wait for me in that coffee shop, I wanted to grab you in my arms and head back home without talking to her without fixing things because you were the one who fixed me- I guess I forgot that a lot of things have cracks in them."
"Wait- I'm sorry-"
"No I'm sorry. I guess what I'm trying to say is... I love you. And I know it's weird hearing this especially when I just went through a rough breakup, but you made my heart beat again. I guess you always made my heart beat from the beginning, but I love that you went out of your way to pick up my broken pieces and put me back together. I love that you put my heart in front of yours. And I love that you came into my life and brought purpose to it. People come and go, but I do sincerely hope you stay."
You didn't realize it, but you were crying. In fact, you just thought you were in heaven and this is what heaven would feel like. But no, you weren't. He was there in front of you and you were there in front of him, breathing, and your heart stopping every now and then that the heart monitor made several cuts.
And the look in his eyes was something that you could clarify that he was indeed in love with you, and boy, you never thought you would have planned that.
Jungkook then kissed you, and you were convinced this is what heaven felt like. His lips were warm and you enjoyed every second of the moment. If this is what heaven felt like, you didn't care if you died knowing you saved his life.
As you parted, he stroked your cheek with his thumb as you held onto his wrist, crying in front of him and he couldn't help but smile a bit at how he loves someone who would do anything for him.
"I love you, Jeon Jungkook," You stated and he pecked yours lips as he nodded while grinning like the happiest man on earth.
"Finally, you guys are more complicated than Yoongi and Chaeyoung," Jimin says while opening the door with an aggravated tone that you realized that they probably heard everything through the thin doors and you couldn't help but laugh into Jungkook's arm, with cheeks turning red.
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12/06/17
Of course, you made sure that Jungkook had told Inha, and this time you were going with him to make sure he doesn't leave like he did last time.
Chaeyoung tagged along, being the thirdwheel through the whole bus ride there, but once you made to the 6th floor in which Yoongi and Inha lived in. She said she wanted to talk to him and hopefully she could have him back.
Besides that, Jungkook was nervous because apparently, 'talking to your ex girlfriend with someone who you've moved on with was very out of the ordinary', but you reassured him the whole ride there, standing in front of her door while rubbing his elbow with comfort.
When the door opened, Inha stood there, her hair cut into a pixie cut and she had worn her pajamas. But the first thing she does is smile. She let you enter inside her household and you were the first one to give her a hug and when Jungkook just stood there, you rolled your eyes and pushed him as Inha gave him a hug.
Then, she told you both everything, knowing exactly why you had came. Long story short, she ran away because she felt like the old town was swallowing her whole, being which why she had to take her leave and settle in this apartment with her aunt in San Francisco. Then she apologized, feeling terrible that she left Jungkook because she felt that the relationship was nothing more than just a friendship than a romantic one- but she grinned once again when she noticed you were holding hands with him.
The next thing she said shocked you that you everything started to piece together.
"I actually found someone," She states and Jungkook's eyebrows shoot up. "Her name is Tia and I found out she works at the coffee shop over there."
And you squeal, realizing that Tia was the girl with a septum piercing that chose out a book for you to read while you waited for Jungkook the last time you came. "I'm happy you guys are together."
Then Jungkook decided to pull Inha into an embrace again that had you smile. "I'm happy that you're happy."
Inha patted his back and hummed. "I'm glad that you guys are finally together."
Jungkook pulled away in confusion. "Wait-"
"I knew you guys were going to end up together. It's inevitable that you guys belong with each other," She looks at the both of you with a smug smile and you found yourself looking at her the same look as Jungkook. "Jungkook. I did love you- I really did- but overtime, you had to admit the feeling died and I didn't want to break your heart at all- but seeing that I left and you found someone else so quick...."
He rose his eyebrows, preparing himself to defend himself. "Okay, wait-"
Inha shook her head while chuckling at Jungkook's flustered face as you stifled a laugh at Inha's statement. Jungkook shot you a glare and you grab his arm and rubbed his bicep.
And as you kept laughing while Inha kept making fun of Jungkook, you realized that it worked out in the end.
You were sure that Yoongi and Chaeyoung had made up because as you left Inha's in good terms and went to knock on Yoongi's door, they didn't answer for a while so when you called Chaeyoung, you heard her phone ring inside the apartment that you and Jungkook looked at each other in suspicion. You laughed and just went out to explore the city with the man you loved.
You were happy, Jungkook was happy, Inha was happy, and everyone else was happy.
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29/06/27
You were inside your shared room, trying to dig into your closet, looking for something in particular until you found it- the small box full of memories. Smiling as you walked over to your bed and opening it while it sat on your lap, you couldn't help but have your smile grow bigger as you saw the picture that sat on top of it.
It's been 5 years already and you couldn't help but laugh at the picture on top of all the memories.
It was a picture taken at your wedding.
You were in your white long dress with flowers in your hair and you had cake on your face and the photographer just happened to take a picture of the moment when you got caked. And in the photo, your husband stood there with cake on his nose trying to put more cake on your face.
You remember the moment clearly that day that it still makes you laugh once you see the photo.
Smiling, you take out two pictures from the side of your bed and place it on top of the picture.
One picture was an ultrasound of your baby 6 months in. The other picture was a family picture with your daughter at her one year birthday. Your husband was kissing your cheek as you held baby Eunmi in your arms while colorful balloons floated behind you.
You smiled as you put the pictures in the box and closed the box.
As you closed it, you heard a voice calling your name.
"Y/N?"
"In here!" You called out and you stood up with the box in your hands.
"Love, Eunmi wants-" He stopped as he spotted you with his box of memories. "Is that my box?"
"Yeah, I had to add two more pictures in it," You say while putting it back into your closet.
"Ah," He says as you walks over to you as he wraps his arms around your waist while putting his chin on your shoulder. "You know, I'm glad we decided to move on this hill. Eunmi seems to like it a lot."
You hummed in response and he rocks you gently. "I love you, Y/N."
It's been 10 years since he first said that and every time he does say it, you still get goosebumps. "I love you too, Jungkook."
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29/06/17
You walked over to the top of the hill in which the apple trees were secluded and you gasped at the view that overlooked a scenery of green fields and ahead, you can spot the city. You marveled at the beautiful and unfamiliar sight in front of you as you smiled. Jungkook looked down at you as if he was so incredulously grateful that you had came into his life and he most hoped that you'd stay for a long time.
"Wouldn't it be nice to raise kids here?" He bluntly asked.
You looked at him raising an eyebrow. "We've been together for a couple of days and you're already talking about kids?"
"Why not? It'd be nice to live here with someone I love," Jungkook smirks.
You couldn't help but laugh at him and his cheesiness as he pulled you into him with an arm around your waist. You had to agree when he suggested living here since the view on the hill was breathtaking and you could get used to seeing it everyday- especially waking up to your husband and raising a child.
"You are lucky that I do love you, Jeon Jungkook."
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