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collective-laugh · 5 years

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Too Important - Alejandra x Muriel

I love my sweet baby and have been working on this for a minute, so please have this lmao. Can be paired with this sister piece I did

Warnings: near death experience, repetition, blood, memories, crying, Muriel Route Spoilers, some of the scenes and dialogue belong to the Arcana game as I’m simply telling them from my apprentice’s perspective

“Well, my Auntie Alma is comin’ to get me, so I won’t be able to stay in your club for long.” Alejandra crosses her arms over her chest, worrying about sounding mean, because these two were the nicest people she’d met on the docks so far, and she didn’t want to make them upset.

“I guess you’re just too important for us.” The one called Muriel glares at the ground, and she wonders how long he’s been mad.

Asra elbows him in the ribs, but he’s small, so she knows it doesn’t really hurt, “You can stick with us until she comes!” He smiles, wide and bright and all teeth, leaning a little too close to Alejandra, but she didn’t really mind. “We have to do the inititation first!”

“Initiation.” Muriel quietly corrects, and Alejandra sits, cross-legged, scooting closer to the two of them, some of the tide’s spray getting on her butt.

“What’s the inititation?” She asks, much to Muriel’s annoyance.

Asra puts his index finger to his chin like he’s thinking about it really, really hard, and Muriel rolls his eyes, turning to face the water while they do...whatever it is they’re doing.

Asra grins, his smile pretty much covering all of his face - Alejandra thinks he looked kinda funny like that - and he exclaims, “You gotta find us a safe place to sleep tonight.”

Alejandra blows out her lips, putting her hands on her hips like Da used to, “I already have one of those.” She rolls her eyes, “If your stupid club is that easy to get into, why’s it still open?”

“It’s not stupid.” Asra narrows his eyes at her, “And we been sleeping on the docks. Where’s your safe place?”

Alejandra smiles, grabbing Asra by the hand and tugging him along, Muriel begrudgingly shuffling behind. She wondered what his deal was, but to herself, because Papa told her it was rude to “call people out”.

Her safe place is the corner of an alley, a bundle of blankets she’s managed to collect in her short time on the streets, and she puffs her chest out proudly, “It don’t get too wet here, and I’ve got plenty of blankets.”

~~~

Alejandra is a sound twelve years old, still taller than Asra and coming up to Muriel’s shoulders, sticking with the little club through thick and thin, stuck on the docks, waiting for a woman who won’t come.

She doesn’t remember what her fathers’ faces look like, and that terrifies her.

But she hides it, with pretty dancing and healing fingers and bright smiles, and she is good, and she is kind regardless.

She is reckless, of this she is unaware and blissfully so, keeping up with Asra and dragging Muriel along, and he warns her, foreboding as always.

They’re just urchins, they all know, but it would be a pity to find any of them dead. Even the count would think so - rumor had it, at least. Adults hate to see a little body pulled from the water, or an alleyway, or a gutter, and they act as if it couldn’t have been prevented.

But that day - Muriel remembers that particular day so vividly.

Everything happens in slow motion. She slips off the docks. Asra screams. Muriel runs. She hits her head, and there’s blood.

Asra cries. Muriel cries. A little girl runs up to them with an old blanket, and Muriel pulls Alejandra from the depths of the water and she coughs up water, and he’s relieved to see that she’s breathing. Asra mends the cut on her head and they thank the strange little girl whose name they never learn - winter takes her. Not all the urchins are as lucky as the trio.

Muriel brings her back to their damp little alley and holds her in the little girl’s blanket, snapping at curious urchins who wanted to get a look at the half-dead girl, and she insists that she’s alright, that she’ll be fine, and Muriel demands that she stay put, at least for the night.

Asra doesn’t stop crying until she can keep her eyes open and talk at the same time.

“You’re too important to lose.” Muriel swears to her, letting her take his pallet, the largest of the three, “Dunno what we’d do without you.”

She smiled into the pillow, he remembers, wincing and looking at him, “You won’t have t’ know.” She swears, even after a scare like that.

~~~

“I could work for the apothecary, maybe.” A fourteen year old Alejandra muses, head in Muriel’s lap and feet in Asra’s. “Or maybe the butcher is taking on apprentices.”

Asra scoffs, paging through a book he’d lifted - completely legally, he’d argue, but Muriel and Al both knew better - “Jandra, why the hell would you wanna work for that old fart?”

Alejandra leans up and asks, “Which? The shopkeep or the butcher?”

Muriel keeps his hands busy, twisting and tying a flower crown together, “Either.”

Turning and glaring at him, she retorts, “It’s not like we can just make do without any money.” Muriel shrugs, but says nothing.

Asra, on the other hand, waves around them, “We seem to be doing just fine with what we have.”

“Never mind.” She concedes, folding into herself. She knew she was right, knew that the three of them were destined for more than lifting lukewarm pies and blankets off clothing lines.

Muriel surprises her.

“You could heal people.” He suggests, tying off the flower crown, his voice cracking, “...set up shop and fix them.”

“That’s…” She pauses, knowing damn well she was one of the best healers on the docks, “that’s not a bad idea.” She could kiss Muriel, she thinks, but she doesn’t. Instead, he places the flower crown atop her head, and Alejandra, in that moment, looks like a princess.

Asra certainly thinks so, and Muriel grins, the slightest pull of his lips, “Besides, you’re too important for the apothecary or the butcher.”

~~~

“You’re too important to stay here.” Muriel stays put on the stretcher, careful not to upset her stitching, her handiwork, “The people need you, at the palace.”

Alejandra scoffs, putting her needle and thread away, focusing on the gash on his arm, “You need me, from the looks of it.” She shakes her head, purses her lips, and reproduces the sewing kit, “And the other gladiators. I won’t abandon you lot now.” ‘Especially with the plague’ dies on her tongue, they both know, and it hurts. He knows he’ll probably die here. He knows that she’ll die too if she stays.

“You should go.” He insists, and it almost hurts, how bad he wants her to leave.

“You should sit still.” She purses her lips, willing the tears away, “You’ll undo all my hard work.”

Muriel does as she says, trying to find the words, to convince her to go. Nothing comes to mind, and, with Asra gone, he can see how much this job, this lifetime, hurts her, how cruel the world is to her.

“You deserve better than this place.”

Her thumb idly traces the inside of his arm, and he notices just how dark the circles under her eyes are.

“So do you.”

~~~ Sister piece happens here lol ~~~

“...do you know how to fish?” Muriel asks, knowing damn well that she used to - they had to learn, together, she and him and Asra so they wouldn’t starve when money was scarce, and he felt his world kind of...shatter when he realizes that all her memories, all their memories were just...gone. She didn’t remember the way Asra looked at her, or the way she danced on the docks in the middle of the night, or how…

“Not even a little.” It’s a lie, or...not a lie, but an untruth that she didn’t realize was wrong, and he doesn’t know how to tell her without hurting her.

He doesn’t want to give her another headache. So, he thinks of the best phrasing he can to avoid it all, “I’m not surprised.”

Really, all it does is remind him of when they were kids. They were always at one another’s throats, poking and prodding until the other stormed off, until one day it became...softer. More playful, and happy and something he looked forward to.

She puts both hands on her hips and looks up at him, not scared of him in the slightest. The more she stayed by his side, with him, the more he was convinced that she was really Alejandra, through and through, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

He laughs, a short little bark that has her grinning, and he shakes his head, crossing his arms over his chest, “You live in the city. People in the city are soft.”

Alejandra’s hair is much longer, he thinks, rather dumbly. It brushes past her shoulders, instead of being cropped around her ears.

So the guards couldn’t pull it, he thinks. He wonders if she always wanted to keep it long.

“Soft and proud of it.” She smiles, stepping closer to him, and he swallows.

“Pfft.” He grins, not wide enough to really be considered such, “City folk.”

She matches his smile, “I know. We’re the worst, aren’t we? Can’t even catch our own food.” If only she knew, he thinks, and the thought makes him sad, “How do we survive?”

He’s struck with the thought of her, the plague chipping away at her until she was a shell with two glistening red eyes, the fire consuming her, the way he knew she must have thought he betrayed her.

He wished he had been able to say goodbye then. He barely manages to keep up the banter with a meek, “No idea.” And then, just like when he was a child, just as he is now, he stumbles over his words around her, “I could...teach you. If you wanted to learn.” Alejandra loved to learn, to help, that much was true.

And, she loved a challenge.

“And if you think you can.”

That riles her up, furrowing her brow and making her smile, “I’d love learn.” She faces him - more like face to chest.

He holds her steady, instructing her one keeping her footing steady in the water. He knew that, before, she was scared of the water, of drowning, after she…

After he nearly lost her, that day.

“Grab it!”

She catches a fish, barely managing to hold onto it, and she plummets, face first into the water. He catches her almost immediately, never fast enough, and she’s against his chest in an instant, coughing and sputtering and shaking like a wet dog.

“I-I said keep your footing steady!” He exclaims, so afraid of her being hurt, or afraid, or -

Alejandra shakes her head, the heel of her hand coming to wipe the water from her eyes as she does her best to catch her breath, and she jokes, “Good thing you were there to catch me.”

That...that…

He blushes, unsure of what name to call her. Instead, he mutters, setting her back down and ensuring she could stand, “Just...be careful. You’re too important to drown in a forest.”

Muriel is struck with a sense of deja vu.

~~~

“I refuse.” Muriel shakes his head, backing away from the campfire, from Morga, from Alejandra, “I won’t hurt Alejandra!” He shakes his head wildly, some of the hair from his braids falling loose, and fear completely overtakes him.

Alejandra takes a few steps closer, holding her hands out, as if to calm him, and as soon as she nearly touches him, he’s running, terrified of hurting her, as if even the slightest bit of contact will ruin her.

She follows him, much to his dismay, and happens upon him crying, and he shakes his head, back away from her all over again, “I don’t want to hurt you!”

She swallows, looking at him like he was some pitiful, cornered rat, “I don’t want to hurt you either.”

He was a cornered rat, and he didn’t know how to tell her about everything he’d done, about the pain and the suffering and everything he’d done, “It’s not about me! It’s never - I don’t matter!” It’s the loudest she’s ever heard him, and she flinches.

It’s not, he realizes. Not the loudest she’s ever heard him. They’ve argued and screamed and yelled countless times before. And she doesn’t remember him.

“I trust you, Muriel.”

It’s enough to knock the wind right out of him, sobbing and shaking his head, “I don’t trust myself.” He gets to his feet, making to run away again, and she’s afraid, eyes wide and he’s going to hurt her, whether he touch her or run or stay, there’s no way he won’t damage her worse than he already has, and he’s so sorry, so greedy, so damn, damn sorry -

And she lurches forward, grabbing his wrist and throwing her other arm around his neck, drawing him down for a kiss.

It’s just like he remembers, soft and pliant and far too much, far more than he deserves. It clanks and knocks and is messy, but she was his first kiss, and now, his second, and he’s so, so sorry that he nearly forgot what it felt like to hold her. She holds herself awkwardly against him, and he’s bent at one knee, and she clings for dear life, as if she couldn’t be close enough. Muriel’s hands ghost over her shoulders, as if he could touch her, debating if they should.

She’s panting by the end of it, though it was chaste and short, and it’s enough to stun Muriel into silence.

“Wh...what are you doing?”

Alejandra pauses, and for the first time in a long, long time, she’s completely quiet, blinking, before she tells him, “I was...kissing you.”

“Oh.” It’s an obvious answer, one he already knew, but he can’t help but think about it, “...why?”

She crosses her arms over her chest but doesn’t step away from him, “I...I was scared you were going to leave!” She exclaims, biting the inside of her cheek.

“So you kissed me.”

Alejandra huffs indignantly, averting her gaze, “Yes!”

“...okay.” He swallows, his lips still tingling from...her...He nods a little to himself, and he can feel his cheeks burning like the blaze of a thousand suns, “...it was…” He can’t find the right words, and now is the worst time in the world for him to be tongue-tied, he knows.

And, as always, Alejandra finds the words for him, “Should I try again?”

He flushes all over again, “It wouldn’t be…” Muriel swallows, eyes wide, “Itwouldn’tbetheworstthingintheworldifyoudid.”

She furrows her brow, placing a hand on his forearm, “What was that?” She takes a miniscule step closer.

“I said...it wouldn’t be the worst thing.”

She smiles, real and wide, and he knows he’s done for. “Oh. Ok.”

She grabs his cloak, slower this time, giving him an out, and he can’t thank her enough for that.

He meets her halfway once he decides that she’s much more interesting than the horizon, a simple brush of their lips, and his nose touches her cheek, very tentatively kissing back. His hands, one on her shoulder, the other on her waist, hold her close as her mouth works against him, drawing him closer, ever closer, and he’d never tire of this, of the feeling of her, and he never wants to breathe again, not if it would feel like this.

“You…” Muriel mutters, his lips still pressed against hers, “you are the most important thing.”

And he meant it, after all these years.

~~~

“I’m always going to be here when you need me.” Alejandra promises, holding him as he cries. He’s so pathetic, so tired, so…

But she makes it better, convinces him that he might be more important than...all of this, and it’s nice, to have someone be so nice, to believe in him, to make him do all these things that he hid from and he just…

The doubt consumes him, always, “...what if I never stop? What if I always need you around?”

She stays in his lap, and he realizes just how close she is, especially when she cups his cheeks and presses a sweet, simple kiss to his mouth that has fireworks erupting in his chest.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” Her thumb traces his stubble and she smiles.

He shuts his eyes, resting his forehead against hers, aching to kiss her again, “Isn’t it? I was...I was fine, being alone, before.”

Alejandra isn’t having it - she never does, really - and she pulls away, arching a brow and challenging him, “Were you fine? Really?”

“No.” He shakes his head, sighing, relishing in the feeling of her being so damn close, “But I didn’t know any better. I didn’t know what I was missing.” He didn’t know he could have it, “But now I keep...feeling things. And talking to people. And going places.” He glares at her, mostly mocking, “It’s your fault.”

She rests a hand on his collar-free neck, her fingers cold as ice, and she laughs, throwing her head back and exposing the column of her throat. He’s convinced he’d like to kiss it.

Instead, he reaches for her hands, drawing them to his mouth, and he cups and blows on them, drawing her attention to them, and she…

She blushes, and red looks good on her.

“Well.” She smiles, voice wavering but still, somehow, confident, “Are you feeling better, novio?”

He kisses one of her fingertips, and slowly, hesitantly, they both get to their feet. “...it’s a nice spot. Khamgalai was right, the sun does hit it just right.”

He scoops up some flowers, for the parents he doesn’t remember, and he’s struck by the familiarity of it, of how he and Alejandra don’t remember their parents, or the love they gave them.

“It followed me everywhere I went. Don’t talk too loud. Don’t eat too much. Don’t bother anyone.” He shakes his head, “Don’t be a burden.” He sighs, and looks up at her, “You’re too important, you know? For...all of this.”

He can tell she still doesn’t believe him.

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sunflowerstrays · 5 years

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return ➯ jjh

gif not mine, credit to owner.

jung jaehyun x reader.

words: 4.3k.

genre: fluff.

requested? yes.

warnings? mentions of hospital briefly.

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“Amber!” You scream, as you see your old best friend pressed against the glass of SM’s main building. You risk your life in front of a taxi as you run cross two lanes of traffic. Naturally, Amber is laughing hard at you as you approach each other.

“Y/n!” She yells back, wrapping her arms around you tightly. During your trainee days you had worked alongside the f(x) girls, and had been close with them all. You were a dark horse for SM, a solo idol that would debut between the time of f(x) and Red Velvet. When and how you’d debut had never been made clear, but you were happy to be writing and performing music.

f(x) had debuted for over a year before you had to stop your training. Since their debut SM had questioned when to let you debut, and you had been growing impatient; your best friends had all debuted, and there were no other trainees your age. All the other trainees were barefaced teenage boys and girls that you never really saw yourself being close with.

When SM decided that you would debut in six months, you couldn’t have been happier. Following this was news of your sister being hospitalised after a major car crash, and you didn’t want to be away from your family at the time. After she finally recovered, your spirit for creativity had been broken. You hadn’t touched an instrument in years, and refused to sing if it could be possible. Eventually even SM stopped nagging you for a return.

You never thought you would return either. Your motivation and passion for writing had broken, but after having been forced to get a job in a company you hated, you figured you had to pull yourself together.

That was why you were standing in the heavily changed foyer of SM a solid few years after having left it in tears.

“You look so happy and healthy!” Amber loops her arm in yours as she drags you through the building.

“I don’t feel it,” you reply half heartedly, making Amber laugh lightly. Two months ago you had broken down to her on the phone about your life, and she had booked you a ticket back to Seoul to come see her and the girls again. She figured that, even if you just met with some of the people you used to work with, you’d feel infinitely better immediately.

That was your main goal for the month; you would meet your old manager and any fellow idols still in the company that you knew. You knew there were a lot of new faces you wouldn’t recognise; namely, those of NCT, who were an ever expanding group that your old manager now overlooks.

Amber runs you as up-to-date on years worth of missed news within the company whilst she walks you to your old manager.

“I think he is in a photo shoot with the boys, but if you call him aside, they won’t mind,” Amber says, before disappearing to find the girls so they can take you out for lunch. You face the door to the photography room, feeling as nervous now as you was when you were younger and eagerly waiting to debut.

The first thing that hits you is the overpowering smell of hairspray, then the presence of the boys stood in the middle of the room. They are all howling at something the tall brown haired boy had said, wiping the tears from their eyes and sending all of the stylists into a frantic panic as they threaten to wipe away their makeup.

“Y/n?” Your old manager asks, spotting you in the doorway. The laughter is cut and everyone is left staring at you.

“Hiya, Mr Lee,” you wave back timidly. He walks to you and wraps you in a tight hug, making you hesitate for a moment. You could sense how emotional he was feeling as he holds you.

“My gosh have I missed you a lot,” he steps back, straightening his tie and regaining his professionalism. “It has been a while.”

“It has indeed,” you reply, stuffing your hands into the pockets of your coat. You glance at the nine boys who look at you curiously. “I see they’ve worked out well for you though,” you add as an observation.

“My NCT boys,” Mr Lee smiles, motioning for you to walk closer to them. “A comeback in a few months, but today they are doing a photoshoot today for a new model deal they’ve made. Have you met them?”

“I met Johnny once, the others are all an entire generation younger than me though,” you laugh awkwardly. Behind your manager all the boys on the shoot look as awkward as you feel.

“Well, they’ve got another ten minutes of this shoot, then perhaps you could meet them?” He asks. Without being told they all return to their shining personalities. You stand at the edge of the room, wondering if you had pursued music, would your life be like this now?

Once the set has finished you are surrounded by the group of boys that you’ve never met before. Johnny is the only person you recognise, but even he has grown by a foot. He smiles, barely remembering you as well.

“Boys meet y/n. Y/n, the boys,” your manager says, before introducing them all separately. They all look so young, even though you aren’t much older than some of them. “Y/n used to be my idol, a long time ago.”

“What happened?” Taeyong asks curiously. Your manager shares your story without you even opening your mouth, making you cringe as he shares the details of your sister’s accident before you can stop him. “Oh, that’s sad. Are you returning to SM then?”

“I haven’t looked into music in a while, I highly doubt it,” you reply sadly. The boys all lose their smiles, thinking of how painful it must have been for you.

“But perhaps we will sway you back over,” your manager says, trying to lighten the atmosphere unsuccessfully. The NCT boys all laugh awkwardly, as if they felt compelled to, and you just give a weak smile that doesn’t even attempt to agree with him.

“Y/n!” Amber screams from the door, making you jump. Her timing was impeccable in getting you out of the situation. “The girls are all waiting in the car downstairs. Shall we?”

---

You’d been back in Seoul for two days now. Somehow you had ended up in many meetings, despite the trip being a holiday. You had spent more time inside of SM’s building than you had outside of it.

But this meant that you’d gotten to know people around the company a lot more. Now you knew that that EXO was three members smaller, Red Velvet were going very strong, Super Junior hadn’t stopped making music and NCT hadn’t stopped growing in group size.

You got on particularly well with the NCT members. Your manager would try and force you to interact with them at any opportunity. Something told you that he was desperate for your return, but you were feeling stressed about the thought of it.

When you asked NCT if he was always like this, they had all agreed with you. Johnny had even said that sometimes he gave them all so many different events that they were just overwhelmed.

For the first time since coming back to Seoul, you’d be doing something lively in the evening. Taeyong, Taeil and Johnny were going to sneak you in to a masquerade event that celebrities had been invited to, and some of the older members of NCT would be attending.

Taeyong was waiting in the hotel lobby for you, his face hidden behind a mask to keep his identity hidden. His silver hair is styled back, and you wonder how much hair spray and makeup went into his look today. The thought makes you giggle as you greet him politely.

The taxi outside had three more boys inside, and you squished between a masked Johnny and Taeil, both whom hugged you as you greeted them. Opposite you was Jaehyun, with his shock written clear across his face behind the mask he was wearing. You giggle at his expression, waiting for him to finally recover.

“When you said we were picking up a mystery guess, I wasn’t expecting this,” Jaehyun says, running a hand over his styled brown hair. Johnny chuckles, poking your cheek before looping his arm in yours.

“We couldn’t not bring y/n. I feel like she needed a pick me up, ya know?” Johnny grins, and the comment makes you smile. The whole situation is overwhelming; you were going to a celebrity party as a friend of the boys, and you had an inkling of an idea on how that would be covered in the media tomorrow. You didn’t want to go inititally, but after Taeil had pouted and Taeyong begged until you agreed to come, you were excited.

The hotel that the party is being held at is lavish, and the number of cameras outside are ridiculous. Fans of the various people invited to the party line up, all nervously waiting to glimpse even a flash of their favourite people. You hide behind Taeyong and Jaehyun, praying that the mask you had bought is enough to cover your face from the cameras.

“So plan for the night is to keep y/n occupied all night,” Taeyong says quietly as you pass the cameras. All the boys have a stern look on their face as they pass the flashing cameras, looking extremely attractive. It’s moments like this that you don’t regret dropping out of music, because the intense lights and non-stop lifestyle is something that you don’t think you’ll ever become accustomed to. “Jaehyun, you get first watch.”

“I do not need babysitting,” you say indignantly. Taeyong gives you a smirk before disappearing inside the foyer with Johnny and Taeil, saying he was looking for a friend.

“Hi,” you say sheepishly to Jaehyun, who looks as intimidating as a Greek god stood in front of you in a suit and mask like that. Jaehyun glances at you before softening up and leading you into the hotel.

The time you spend with him is actually very pleasant, and it turns out that despite the intimidating facade, he is actually a sweetheart. He doesn’t hesitate in buying you a drink and introducing you - as a friend - to lots of idols his age that he knows. But by the twelfth new person you come into contact with, you were exhausted from the sudden busy introductions.

Jaehyun notices this, and politely wishes a farewell to an old friend before taking you over to the hotel’s large garden space. There are only a few people quietly chatting, leaving the two of you in peace. Jaehyun and you begin wandering around, both of you seemingly grateful for the quiet.

“It’s really tiring, isn’t it?” Jaehyun confesses quietly, loosening the mask on his face. “Like, don’t get me wrong. I love it, and I wouldn’t change my career for anything in the world. But sometimes I just think, damn I’d really love to know these people outside of this setting. When every move I make isn’t going to be judged by millions. You know?”

“Yeah, I know,” you smile sadly. Jaehyun looks even better in the moonlight, and it’s awfully distracting. “I guess I’m grateful that I escaped it. I’m not sure if I’d ever get used to this lifestyle, actually.”

“I’ve been in SM for a long time now. Johnny mentioned that he had seen you a few times, but I’ve never seen you before the other day. And have only heard of you a few times - how come you were never promoted like the f(x) girls?” Jaehyun asks innocently. You are happy to indulge him in your story, and tell him all about the promotions SM had planned for you.

“But your family needed you,” Jaehyun says sadly. You nod your head, not really sure what to say. “Would you ever consider joining the company again?”

“Mr Lee didn’t set you up for this, did he?” You jokingly say, making Jaehyun smile with laughter in his eyes. “I don’t know. Maybe. I’m currently working a nine till five job in an office I hate. Songwriting was always my passion and now I couldn’t be further from it if I tried.”

“So maybe?”

“I think I’m a bit old for the whole idol thing now,” you chuckle, making Jaehyun shake his head. He claims how some of the idols in the company are twice your age and still making music. “But that’s Choi Siwon for you.”

Jaehyun’s eyes light up in laughter again, crinkling slightly at the sides as he grins at you. “Maybe. But I’m serious, even if it’s just song-writing. You should stop by the studio one night, see what you’ve still got in you.”

“Don’t expect me to Cherrybomb my way through the doors. I haven’t physically danced, or done sports for that matter, in so long that I don’t think I could manage,” you say, making Jaehyun laugh even harder. His laughter becomes washed away with the sound of the hotel nearing again, and you want to cringe at the busyness inside of the building. But somehow, you feel a little bit better about your future, and you aren’t sure how Jaehyun has done that for you.

---

“Wow, you actually came,” Jaehyun sounds surprised as you join him in the studio. He had asked Amber to tell you he’d be there in the evening. Amber hadn’t hesitated to tease you all day and had walked you to the studios to send you off, and you could already imagine the questions she would ask you later on.

“Don’t sound so surprised, Jaehyun, I dropped out of the company but I’m not that much of a let down,” you joke, joining him at the computer. This wasn’t the studio you spent countless hours pouring over a notebook and keyboard in, but it was still just as nostalgic.

Jaehyun laughs hard at your comment before shifting over on the bench. All he wears now are grey joggers and a baby blue hoodie that makes him look incredibly soft. It’s hard to believe he was the same man you were with last night, who was chiselled out of pure stone and intimidated everybody he spoke with.

He is happy to show you the things that he had been working on, which included as OST that he would be singing for an upcoming drama that a friend of his was directing.

“They are beautiful words,” you say to Jaehyun, spotting his notebook on the desk in front of him. The words are scrawled messily across the page, reminding you of your old notebooks. Seeing it makes you smile.

“Thank you. It’s a lot more heartfelt than I’m used to, so I’m a bit nervous,” Jaehyun says, resting his hands in his lap and turning to you. “But this isn’t about me. This is about you, and finding your passion for songwriting again-”

“Jaehyun I haven’t thought about writing in such a long time,” you politely cut him off, picking up a pencil and twirling it in your fingers. It was a lie, because you had spent a long time dreaming about continuing your passion from a company somewhere else instead. “I don’t think I could write anything if I tried.”

“But you haven’t tried, y/n. So you don’t know,” his argument is too good for you to battle against, and so you give up the debate before it’s even really begun. The smirk Jaehyun gives you makes your body shiver.

The two of you begin debating about your writing ability, and Jaehyun is determined to get something out of you before the day has ended. Just to prove a point you take the head and write the first line of words that come to your mind.

“That’s a start,” Jaehyun smiles, admiring your messy handwriting. “If only Mr Lee could see you right now.”

“I’d already have four mini-albums released,” you roll your eyes, making him laugh again. The way he expresses his happiness makes you smile, especially when he throws his whole body back and rests his hands on his stomach. Even his fluffy hair joins in, bouncing back and forwards until he controls it with his hands again.

Despite the intimacy of being this close to Jaehyun, with his notebook open that exposes his deepest thoughts to you, you feel really comfortable with him. His personality is sweet and funny at the same time, and you find it easy to chat with him. You don't end up writing anything else, and the short line of words on the page feels pathetic, but you just enjoy spending time with him.

It isn't until Amber calls you at exactly eleven thirty that either of you realise how late it is. Jaehyun looks at the phone then at you, raising an eyebrow, and you just cringe at the phone call. You sit in silence until it rings off, not wanting to share this time with anyone but him.

“I guess I really ought to go now,” you say, stuffing your phone into your pockets and facing Jaehyun. He is slowly packing away his things as well, clearly planning to leave.

“Let me walk you home?”

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“Johnny I need your help,” Jaehyun announces as he walks into the taller boy's bedroom. “You are the only one I trust. Well, that's a lie. I don't trust you. But anyway, help.”

“What's up? I'm assuming a lot given the dramatic entrance,” Johnny snorts, sitting up from his bed. It was almost midnight, and Johnny was struggling to sleep, instead opting to interact with some lively fans on social media instead.

“Y/n. I asked her out on a date and now I don't know what to do,” Jaehyun says exhaustedly, slumping to the floor. Johnny merely raises an eyebrow in response.

“You really- wow, you know you've known her like a week, right?” Johnny asks, humour in his eyes. Jaehyun runs his hands through his hair, sighing angrily to himself.

“Yes. Which is the problem. But after spending all of the party together, and then hanging out with her tonight-”

“You hung out with her tonight?” The boy's tone is incredulous, leaving Jaehyun rolling his eyes tiredly.

“Yes, shut up. Only at the studio so it wasn't anything intense. But I'd really like to hang out with her properly, and not when I'm sweaty from dance practise and feel like a wreck,” Jaehyun confesses, leaving Johnny stumped. “And she said yes, so I said I'd text her with an idea and now my mind has gone blank.”

Johnny throws his head back and laughs at his friend's hopelessness, making Jaehyun smack his legs in annoyance. Johnny begins listing off first date ideas, ranging from the very basics of a nice lunch or cinema showing, to more extreme ones of skydiving and swimming with dolphins.

“I don't want to be boring, but also don't want to kill her,” Jaehyun complains to Johnny about his lack of consistency with his suggestions. Johnny laughs hard again before searching on his phone a better list for Jaehyun to choose from.

“How about bowling? Amber said to me once she used to love going bowling with the girls. Perhaps that would be a good start?” Johnny asks, locking his phone and facing Jaehyun. Jaehyun thinks about for it for a brief moment before a smile breaks out on his face.

“Yes, actually, I'd love that. And I think she would too,” Jaehyun grins, jumping up from the floor and thanking Johnny. He disappears from the room to text you privately in the space of his room, Haechan already asleep on the bed sheets across the room.

Jaehyun assumes that you'll be asleep at this time, so takes his time with a shower and getting changed for bed. But when he finally crashes again, there's one unread message under your name and he can't stop the smile on his face.

You reply that you'd love to go bowling with him, already asking for a date and time. Jaehyun can't contain his excitement as he asks about Friday night, knowing about a quiet bowling alley downtown that the boys go to when wanting to blow off steam. Despite the late hour, your excitement gets the best of you when you reply back an enthusiastic yes. Fifteen minutes later and Jaehyun is switching off his phone, entire body buzzing for Friday night.

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“If I win tonight, you owe me dinner,” Jaehyun smirks at you as you both finish tying up your shoes. You raise an eyebrow at him, telling him that the game was on. You knew you were going to have the best time with the brown haired boy; and it shocked you, and Amber, that you were going to be going on a date with somebody so soon since returning to Korea. You were only planning to be here a short while, and whilst that was nagging at the back of your mind, you didn’t want it to ruin tonight.

It was safe to say that you had a good time. In fact, spending time with Jaehyun was incredible; he made you forget about all the stress that your life was, and filled a hole in your chest that you didn’t realise needed filling.

But it also turns out that he is incredible at bowling. And beats you by an easy thirty points, including two strikes that you had no hope of getting. Despite your competitive nature, you were happy to see him win. The glow on his face for the rest of the evening was worth the knock to your dignity.

However, it did spark the first argument when the two of you rolled up to a tiny vendor selling street food just outside the bowling alley. Whilst you were busy ordering some finger food for you and Jaehyun, he had taken out his wallet and handed the seller the correct change without debate.

“That wasn’t part of the contract!” You complain once out of earshot of the foodcart, not wanting to embarrass yourself in front of him anymore. “You said if you won, I’d pay.”

“I knew I was going to win anyway. I just wanted to see if you were any good,” Jaehyun laughs at the disappointed look on your face as you make your way through a quiet nearby park. “Besides, there was no way I was letting you pay. So you might as well just shut up about it already.”

“I don’t know if I can put up with this for too long,” you tease, watching Jaehyun’s mouth fall open as he goes to take a bite of his food. He makes a comment back that has you in stitches, and that’s how the rest of the evening goes for the pair of you. This flirty banter that keeps the conversation light hearted, entertaining, and makes Jaehyun fit the mould of the perfect guy even more.

He even goes to the effort of walking you to your hotel after the date ends, not wanting you to walk alone in the dark. In the quiet foyer of the hotel you turn to face him, carefully studying the lines of his face to gauge whether he’d like to meet again or not.

“We should do this again sometime,” you say bravely, sticking your hands in your coat pocket and swaying on the balls of your feet. “You are pretty cool, Jaehyun.”

“You aren’t too bad yourself,” Jaehyun chuckles, a hint of shock in his eyes from your compliment. “But yeah. All jokes aside, I would love to hang out with you again. Now for the awkward bit; am I allowed to give you a hug?”

You lean forward and extend your arms, Jaehyun meeting you halfway. He presses his face into the top of your head, and you smile against his chest at the action. He was becoming so perfect that it was beginning to become painful. When he finally lets go you give him a small wave before leaving him.

When in bed, you text Jaehyun and remind him to let you know when he gets home safe. As you do this, you realise that you might just be a little more invested in this relationship than you initially thought; granted it was still early days, however it had been so long since someone had made you feel this special.

This keeps you awake as you text Jaehyun late into the night. He complains about the busy schedule that he has tomorrow, and is subliminally sulking that he can’t see you either. You keep winding him up but truthfully you are a little sad as well.

Falling asleep that night, you are happier than you’ve been in a long time. It makes you confused that one date and hanging out a few times with Jaehyun can make you this happy. But you didn’t want to question it in fear that something bad would happen to it.

Jaehyun sends you a final goodnight text just as it becomes painful to keep your eyes open. The message, a simple ‘Goodnight y/n. Thank you for the wonderful evening x’ makes your heart flutter in your chest. As you roll over and close your eyes, you fall asleep with the biggest smile on your face. At this rate, you were somewhat certain that things with Jaehyun were going to go really well.

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chryseumaureus · 5 years

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/rant about university admissions and life

i am just really tired of everything. for the last 3 months, i have been mentally dragged from a point of hope to a point of desperation daily in and out, just waiting for university admissions results. i am generally anxious by nature and while i never had a panic attack, it doesn’t mean that my heart isn’t palpitating quickly or my brain isn’t busy trying to run through every variable and factor that could compromise my application.

didn’t intend on applying for university this year but several people around me insisted and like the person i am, i am easily influenced by my environment. from someone who did not care about whether i got a place, i changed into someone who constantly checks her inbox daily to see if there is any hope in getting a chance at an interview for university admissions.

nope. first a rejection from ntu, then nus and smu. i am tired. half my brain is telling me that not securing a spot in either of those universities means that i am not as intellectually inclined as those who entered; not as capable. my friends tell me otherwise and thats where the other half of my brain tells me that it’s alright to not receive a place in the universities because i can always try again next year. however, what are the odds that i will receive an offer next year? what guarantee do i have that i will receive an offer the following year? that aside, i graduated with a diploma in business studies and something i really regretted is not having the foresight in 2016 to choose something else. to explore other options. i don’t regret my 3 years, but some days i just wished there was a way for prospective students to try everything, y’know? a day in the life of someone who does science, engineering, designing, business, music, etc. i hate that singapore has this stigma that students must always score all As in order to be SMART, to be CAPABLE. our education system is good, i admit, but that insane amount of stress on every student to do well and the feeling of falling behind or not being good enough when we DON’T DO WELL sucks big time and is seriously detrimental to our physical and mental health.

there is also the stigma where not having a degree equates not being able to find a job. go overseas to study? study in a private institution? i would, but i am poor. it would take so long to earn the amount needed for overseas education, not that it is really a choice since i have to take care of my aging parents. private institutions? there is a stigma that those aren’t as recognised in the local scene. do i believ that? not really. am i influenced by it? yes. ._.

i thought i could build a foundation in business with my diploma, and take up a degree in other fields. guess not.. currently second guessing pursuing business as an education. right now, i want to simultaneously do everything and do nothing. nothing because i have no direction in which i want to pursue. everything because by trying everything, i will know how it is like to pursue the fields of my interest and i can make a definite choice in what i want to do.

in the case i pursue a business education, what is the guarantee that i can find a job? what meaning can i find in my job? inititally i took the course also because i wanted to explore other areas of business, see if there is anything else i like besides accounting. the only other thing i liked studying was marketing/marketing communications, design (user experience design) and business analytics. i learnt that anything that does not hold my interest likely translates into a bad grade because i just could not bring myself to understand it. then i went for a finance internship and completed regretted it and never wanted to do finance or accounting because it was so mind numbingly boring. so really: why the hell did i do a diploma in business? i don’t have any legitimate skills aside from presentations and calculations. i only wished i knew this in 2016, so that i would not have chosen this course.

i also wished i stopped following everyone’s whims. follow where people go. i am not a person who stands out and i never had much independence and i realise that now. i need to do something for myself; fight for whatever i choose to believe and study in. except i am so extremely lost and i can totally hear my brother chiding me in my brain “i told you so. you should have gone to JC. see la now you don’t even have a place to go” (don’t even know if that is what he will actually say, given his personality, or if its just my brain hearing his contempt from previous interactions and warping it.) anyway, i am so lost and confused and i don’t know where to direct my attentions at. i just hope for once, i make the right decisions. people say that everything you do requires a reason and that reason must have solid backing. sorry - i’ve always relied on my intuition and i just hope this time, it is one of those times i read my intuition right. because i don’t know what i will do if it doesn’t.

feels like i am 3 years late in doing this. very frustrated with everything. i know i can do great things as long as i put my mind to, but i only have how many years in my youth to experience real life and i cant spend it trying everything because i would not have the finances to do it, or to focus and excel on that one thing. i can’t do everything but i sure have a heck ton of shit i wanna try. i just dont know how or where to start. if you have some advice, dm me or reply to this. thank you for even reading part of this - i probably sound very annoying and whiny...

had another thought: how do i find a career that gives me a good pay, gives me purpose and is helpful to the society? i don’t frelling believe i can’t find my dream job. i’ll just have to be patient in hunting for it, don’t i? :”)

#universityadmissions #thoughts #rant #2019

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mae-gi-writes · 7 years

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Petrichor [Jungkook x OC]

Petrichor [noun.] The smell of earth after the rain.

The sound of droplets hitting the pavement felt like a lullaby to her ears. A huge smile danced across her face as she exited the safety of her home and walked right into the rain as though she had just walked home. It was wet and icy and cold. She shivered when the wind blew through the street with an angry howl as the water plummeted down on her body and soaked her right through her clothes, to her bones.

But Risa loved it.

There was just something about the rain that made everything so beautiful.

The grey skies were dim and opaque, creating a misty new dimension that seemed to encompass the world with a mystical kind of magic. The wet streets glistened and gleamed with water, and through its reflection, one could make out the silhouettes of parked vehicles and buildings that blended together in a mixture of color. The air smelt of freshness and grass, a tingling sensation of nostalgy prickling at the end of your nose, and most of all, the sensation of being touched by the rain, of being caressed by its soothing, cool caresses, of being embraced by an abstract being that somehow seems to be a better friend than most human beings Risa has ever encountered.

"You're gonna get sick!" Rolling her eyes at the sound of a familiar voice calling out to her, she didn't have to turn to know that it was her friend, Jeon Jungkook, who was probably just peeking his head out of the door in fear of having to walk out in such a storm, because one of his worst fears was to be faced with a thunderstorm.

He was always so worried when the rain started pouring, as though there was going to be an alert of a natural disaster, or something. Risa never took part in this crazy logic of his, although they'd been friends for quite some time.

It was ironic, considering that they were polar opposites.

Risa loved and enjoyed nature, and was always found to be doing something over than studying. She had a very short attention span and was distracted by just anything and everything. It hadn't inititally been a problem, but finishing high school and entering universirt had been a struggle, for she'd always put off work only to sacrifice sleep at the end of the semester, just so she could catch up with all the work that she had plainly ignored.

Jungkook, on the other hand, was organized and knew exactly what he was going to do with his life. He wanted to be an architect, was deeply rooted in motivation to be successful and hit it big one day, and to some extent, Risa understood and admired his determination. He wanted things to work out, he was someone that went out there and made things for himself, didn't wait for anyone else when all he had was himself to count on.

While he had his life planned out, Risa had no plans.

Being a Studio Art major did that to you, it made you go with the flow and not care about how or where you were going to end up, and to be honest, she would lie to say that she was scared of what lay ahead for her in the future. Somehow, she believed in the power of the unknown, and knew tha even if she didn't know now what the heck she was doing with her life, she would figure it out soon enough, through experience, through failures and through the obstacles that life would give her.

That was why she relied on Jungkook for his down to earth personality, for his wisdom.

Most of the time though, they were never on the same end of the spectrum. They were always squabbling about one thing or the other.

But she wouldn't have it any other way.

She had to admit it to herself that sometimes, she thought she caught a glimpse of something more than friendship in his eyes, something that crossed the line that friends shouldn't be crossing in the first place. When that first happened, she didn't know how to take it; his lingering touches that seemed softer and more tender somehow, the way his brown orbs gazed at her face when he thought she wasn't looking... Risa might be a very oblivious person, but this kind of feeling was not something that she could just willingly ignore.

It was like a tingling inside her bones, like sparks of electricity and goosebumps dancing along her flesh whenever she felt the warmth of his maroon swirls.

Not that she minded, really.

To be true to herself... she kind of liked him.

"Risa!" Jungkook brought her attention back to reality, and the said girl let out a huge sigh of annoyance before turning around, hoping that he could identify the hot-white glare she was sending him. The rain slapped onto the sidewalk, droplets as huge as eggs crating puddles all over the street, just like she liked it. She could faintly make out the irritation in Jungkook's expression as he shouted a few angry words at her. The rain muffled every word coming out of his mouth, but even without hearing it, she guessed that he was turning angrier by the second at the fact that she was completely dismissing his orders.

His angry voice boomed loudly enough for her to make out a few of his words, something along the lines of "Get back here!" "I don't want to!" She yelled back, in hopes that her adamant protest would make him leave her alone. She was having a good time, and he was just trying to ruin it all for her.

"You're gonna get sick!" "I don't care!" "Risa Yeung, you better come back here this instant unless you don't want dinner tonight!" He hollered with so much aggression and an underlying threatening tone that made her understand that he was being serious. But really, at this point, she didn't care whether he starved her to death. If anything, she could order something from Dominoes' Pizza, he didn't have to act all high and mighty. Although granted, she had to agree that Jungkook was a good cook (another thing to add to the list of what he was good at), she'd be able to survive one day without it if he felt like sulking and was going to be a brat about her enjoyment.

He knew she loved the rain, adored walking in and relished in the cold sensation dripping down her limbs.

Twirling around and opening her arms out wide, Risa let herself feel the cold droplets hit her skin, causing goosebumps to rise along her arms as she welcomed the overwhelming, beautiful experience. She closed her eyes, wondering how beautiful nature could be at times, how simple, and yet so stunning. Her body could melt with joy, right then and there, it was just so beautiful to be standing there with palms tilted upwards in an action of receiving what the clouds had to give her. The scent of fresh rain on grass filled her nose in an enticing scent that reminded her of home, of the time when she had still been a little kid living at the foot of a mountain with no interest in the modern world of technology whatsoever, content with her own personal universe that she thought was made of magic.

She was so caught up in the feeling of having the water bring her to life that she didn't realize Jungkook had decided to come out, but not to join her. God no. He was holding an umbrella over his head, frowning slightly as he felt his boots get soaked even though he tried his best to avoid the puddles forming on the ground. Cursing slightly under his breath and narrowing his eyes at the girl standing amidst the cold droplets without a seeming care in the world, he swiftly strode over to where she stood and placed the umbrella over her head.

Risa frowned at the shadow casted over her figure. She turned, noticing Jungkook's thunderous expression and his tense, rigid stance that gave way to his irritation.

"Get inside." He said through gritted teeth, "Now." "Ugh, come on," She wanted to stamp her foot but decided against it when she noticed her soaking feet. She settled for rolling her eyes at him, "I'm not a child. I can take care of myself." "Oh yeah?" He boomed, making her jump with his deepend alto. Somehow, with the accompanying rain and the muffled sound of thunder in the distance, it made Jungkook appear scarier than usual, "Shall I remind you that you got sick for two days straight the last time you went to play in the rain?" "Well, my immune system is stronger now," she sent him a sure, wan smile in hopes that it would lighten his mood. Gosh, he didn't have to be such a mom, she thought to herself in annoyance, "So you can go back to your chicken nest without any worries." He said nothing for a few seconds, but from the scowl that grew over his face, she knew that he was far from leaving her alone in the cold. A small part of her was happy whenever he spent much of his attention on her well-being, but the more realistic part of herself wanted to slap him across her face for being such a worry wart, if that was even a thing. If she wanted a mom, she'd have told her own mothe to accompany her when she moved out.

"Shoo," she flicked her wrist at him absentmindedly, before stepping out from under the umbrella, "You can go back inside now, Mother."

Turning, she was about to walk a few steps away out of his peripheral, when an arm suddenly shot out and grabbed onto her wrist.

Anger flared through her, causing her to whip her head around to throw him a glare, "Hey! What the heck--" "Shut up." Jungkook snapped back before dragging her back to the house. She struggled against his grip, twisting and turning her hand in hopes that it would lessen his grip and wishing that the rain would make everything more slippery, that the rain would make things in her favor. But his fingers were curled around her wrist like they'd been clamped down and were not about to let go so easily, and she swore that if she pulled too hard, she might actually rip her limb off. Trying to keep up with his long strides, she let herself stumble after him while muttering annoying curse words under her breath, hating the fact that he was the cause of her dampened mood.

Why was he acting so protective at such a wrong time?! She screamed at her inner self, why now, when all she wanted was to have fun?! It was a flurry of movement as they stepped through the doorstep. She didn't have time to say anything before Jungkook had let go of her arm and had thrown a towel in her face, which she realized was actually the one he used whenever he worked out at the gym, since it was hanging loosely next to the doorway where the coats were supposed to be.

Grimacing with disgust, Risa scowled at him, "I don't want your man germs on me." "It's all I have right now," He was shaking off the water from the umbrella, before closing the door after him. Some of his dark strands had caught the rain, and they sparkled in the limelight of the corridor like glittering crystals. The young man shook his head slightly like a dog would, and Risa couldn't help but find this a funny sight.

He must've noticed her amused expression, for his eyes narrowed down at her. From the tension of his jaw and the thin pressure of his lips, she guessed that he was still mildly irritated at her foolishness, "What's so funny?" He snapped like a child being put on the spot. Risa's slight smile stretched into a wide grin at his reaction, "Nothing." Realizing that his towel was still on her head—and the odor was killing her by the minute—she pinched the cloth between her fingers before extending it out to him with a disgusted expression, "You can have that back. I don't want it." "Ungrateful brat." Jungkook replied, grabbing the towel from her. However, instead of drying himself off like she thought he would've, he placed the towel back on her head and grabbing both ends, he pulled her in closer to him.

Surprised at the sudden action, Risa couldn't stop herself from stumbling into his chest as she hit her nose against his pecs. "Ouch" she leaned back to rub the pain away from her nose. Jungkook exhaled a breath of exhaustion, shaking his head at her and making a 'tsk' sound while his hands took on the job of rubbing the smelly towel through her wet locks.

"So freaking insensitive," he was grumbling under his breath, loud enough for her ears to pick up on his words. She glared at him in accusation, "You got yourself into this," she huffed, "I never asked you to be my babysitter." "Don't you dare go out in the rain again," Jungkook stated stonily as he moved on to the lower strands at the base of her scalp, at the back of her neck, "All you do is make people worry about you. Do you know how sick you got that last time? I had to google every single option possible for a cold. Thank god it was mild, and what if it was worse? Do you not have any rational cell functioning properly in your brain?! The only thing you do is make others worry about you." "Well, I'm sorry for causing you so much trouble." She shot back with sarcasm dripping from her tone, irritation flaring at the pit of her stomach and the heat of anger slowly heating up the nape of her neck, "I'll try to be less of a burden next time!"

"You better not." Jungkook growled with a deadly glare, "make me worry so much for nothing." "Well then stop worrying so much!" She bellowed out more loudly than she should've. Jungkook went silent, and she didn't dare look him up in the eyes for fear that she might find something that she'd regret.

But she was sick of him looking after her as if she couldn't do anything by herself. It was frustrating and more than a little irritating to have him breathe down her neck at every single moment of her life. If he was going to complain about what he has to deal with when in concerned her well-being, well he could stop involving himself wherever she was concerned. After all, they were friends, but that was it. He didn't have to be such a sensitive bitch every time she did something wrong.

The only thing that he did every single time was shout at her and make her feel bad about herself, and she loathed him for that, for making her feel inadequate and for making her feel as though she was being a constant itch under his skin whenever she was in his peripheral. She was sick of having him yell after her when sometimes she didn't even deserve it.

Silence enveloped the pair, and the tension rose so quickly that Risa's skin crawled with goosebumps. She decided that it would be a better choice to stare down at his chest, at the small hole in the middle of his shirt instead of having to meet those maroon orbs probably swimming with pain at her sharp, stingy words.

"Risa." His voice was softer, almost like a murmur. Risa didn't respond, frowning in silence and adamant upon not replying.

She felt Jungkook sigh, and her breath caught when he said, almost reluctantly, "I can't do that." "You can't do what?" She asked, still avoiding his gaze.

"I can't stop worrying." She snorted, "why?" "Isn't it obvious?" Flustered at his quick response, her eyes involuntarily fluttered up and clashed with his brown pupils staring her down so intensely, with so much emotion that she gulped in nervousness. Anxiety was a troop of butterflies tickling the bottom of her rib cage, and she didn't know whether it was a good or bad thing, what she was feeling at this very moment. "Wh-What?" She stuttered, cursing inwardly at her lack of self-control.

She wanted to look away when the maroon swirls of his pupils darkened. He was gazing at her with a feeling that she couldn't decipher for some reason. They were intense yes, the shades of brown were deep and bottomless, but at the same time, held such a fragility, so much tenderness, as though he was caressing her every feature and tracing every crevasse and pattern, every scar and etch scattered across her face. Suddenly, her chest felt tight with suffocated air. It was too hard to breathe and for some godforsaken reason, Risa felt dizzy and lightheaded, and for once, wished that its source was due to the fact that she was coming down with a cold. It would've been a more explainable reason rather than saying those reactions were due to Jungkook's close proximity.

It was then that she became aware of his body, his warmth enveloping her. His masculine scent wafted through her nostrils, deliciously filling her head with nothing but every fiber, every cell of his being.

Her cheeks felt hot to the touch, and she wanted to die right then and there, melt into a puddle onto the floor, if only to hide the embarrassing mess she was making of herself.

His hands, still gripping onto the towel around her neck, pulled her closer still so that they were millimeters apart. There was no mistaking the sudden clog in her throat as she got a whiff of his enticing scent and the radiating warmth that seemed to make her drunk on his presence, his mere existence.

"What do you think you're d-doing?" She wanted to sound confident, but the stutter in her last word gave it all away.

Jungkook's mouth tilted up slowly into a smirk, eyes twinkling with mischief, "Not so cocky now, are you?" His statement threw her off, "Oh, fuck off--" She didn't have any time to finish her sentence, because Jungkook pulled her to him swiftly before she felt his lips press down onto hers.

Almost instantly, Risa's eyes fluttered closed when she felt the warmth of his mouth against her own, eliciting a bunch of sparks jolting behind her eyelids as all the air inside her body rushed out of her lungs, her limbs frozen with part shock and part exhilaration.

Upon noticing that the girl hadn't pulled back yet, Jungkook took this as his chance to press forward, tilting his head to slant his lips more comfortably against the girl's as he pressed another kiss upon her lower lip in adoration. Risa gasped silently at the sensation, troops of butterflies fluttering their way to the center of her chest and causing her heart to squeeze with so many overwhelming emotions all at once. She felt like she was drowning, but in a good way, as if she was being carried off to another universe altogether, and somehow, she felt drunk on the feeling of being sent spinning into another dimension.

The young man's hands forgot about the towel and dropped at her waist in order to pull her closer to his chest, body flush against each other, heat against heat. Risa's hands landed onto Jungkook's chest at the sudden movement, but he didn't give her any time to react, for he pressed deeper, more sensual kisses onto her inexperienced, clumsy ones. He kissed her, like she was a delicate flower petal being touched by the sun's warmth. He kissed her like he was never going to see her again. He kissed her like it was the first and the last time they would see each other.

Unconsciously, her hands traveled across his torso, going up to his broad shoulders before hooking around his neck to tease the hair at the nape of his neck. This caused Jungkook to let out a deep growl that rumbled through his chest in appreciation, his grip tightening at her waist and making Risa gasp against his mouth that was busy making love to her own.

She didn't know how much time had passed, but when they finally pulled away from each other, breathless from the kiss, she couldn't help but feel the heat flush right into her cheeks like watercolor paint spilling across a blank page. She wouldn't be surprised if he told her that her face was bright, tomato red.

Jungkook chuckled suddenly, causing her eyes to flutter up to his with a frown pinched between her eyebrows, "W-What's so funny?"

"I should kiss you more often." He murmured in a light, teasing tone, a smirk dancing across his lips. Those sinful lips, she thought to herself before being horrified at the thought of thinking of such irrational things.

She flushed even redder, if that was even possible, "Excuse me?" She retorted and tried to look annoyed.

"You heard me," he answered. His arms were still loosely wrapped around her, cradling her against his chest like she was as fragile as a piece of glass. It somewhat felt natural but odd at the same time. Odd, because she wasn't used to Jungkook treating her with such delicacy, but natural because she knew him, she was comfortable enough around him that it didn't make things awkward.

"If I get sick tomorrow, there's only one person to blame." He murmured while pressing his chin atop her head.

Risa rolled her eyes, "That's still your fault." He pulled back then, his brown orbs dancing with a light that brought about sparks dancing down her spine and causing her to catch her breath.

"I don't think I mind this time."

First drabble is up! I don't know about you guys but I love playing in the rain, so that's my main focus for this small moment featuring Jungkook! And god, I'd probably die happy if I got Jungkook to worry so much about me and KISS ME TO SHUT ME UP YES TT.TT <3 Sorry sorry, going off topic here xD hehe. Anyway! Hope you guys liked it! Comment your thoughts down below! :) The original’s posted on my AFF page, so check it out! :D <3 love, -nutmeggu.

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