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alia-turin · 3 years

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It has been a WHOLE minute since I have mentioned Caranthir so here is a fic for yall. I have alot of ideas about young Caranthir, his relationship with Avallac’h, him joining the red riders etc.

@house-of-inspiration you asked for Caranthir joining the red riders, where as I said I was just writing it, so I hope you enjoy.

Fic Name: The Last Straw Fandom: The Witcher (Aen Elle) Characters: Eredin, Caranthir, Avallac’h, Imlerith Pairing: none Warning: Angst, mention of rape (no one is actually raped, just a mention) AO3: Click Summary: A very young Caranthir discovers how he actually came about and that a lot of what he thought about his life has been a lie. After he confronts Avallac'h he takes a decision that will change his life.

Avallac’h was somewhere again, to see the king or on one of these trips to the Aen Seidhe world where he never took him even if Caranthir loved going to other worlds. He was bored out of his mind, already had read every book he wanted to read, tried every spell that Avallac’h had forbidden him to try...

There was a place that had been off limits for him and he had always been curious about. It was a room, the door always closed and locked with magic. He had tried opening when he was very young, probably ten or so, but the door didn’t move. He had also tried different spells through time, every few years when he learned a spell that might help, he would wait for Avallac’h to be away and he would try, but nothing had happened. This door had become an obsession of his, at some point he didn’t even care what was behind it, although he did wonder why the Sage was so secretive. It had become a test of his skills, somehow he felt that if he opened that door, he would prove he was better than Avallac’h.

Caranthir knew today was his day to open the door. He had learned a new spell and found some other useful tricks. For all he knew behind that door could be just a collection of these drawings Avallac’h always did of naked women. His curiosity was just eating him and he also couldn’t admit to himself that there was a spell he couldn’t crack.

Caranthir placed his hand on the wooden door and cast the spell. He was surprised when he felt it unlock, he really didn’t expect it. Almost fearfully he walked inside. If Avallac’h had locked the door so well, what was stopping him for putting traps inside? He couldn’t however sense any traps, at least not magic, and he slowly walked inside. He wondered what the Sage would do to him if he figured out Caranthir had been here. He had been punished few times as child and he did not have fond memories of it, but he wasn’t a child anymore and he could certainly stand his ground.

The room he was in was...a study of a sort. There were bookshelves, a desk, chair, glass vials, papers all over the place. He looked first through the books, not all of them were magic. There was anatomy and history, but not history of the Aen Elle, it was history of families, genealogy and alchemy.

He sat behind the desk and the first thing that caught his attention was a journal with his name on it. Caranthir opened without even thinking if that was wise or not. He started reading and the more he read the sicker he felt. Page by page there was his whole life, the way he learned magic, the way he used magic, manipulating time, using space, travelling...he had to toss it away half way because he just couldn’t read any more. He grabbed another journal, there were scraps of paper inside, old paper, some of it damaged. It had notes on Navigators, Auberon looking for travel to different realms, experiments on…

“What are you doing here?” Avallac’h was standing at the door.

“Making sense of my life.” Carathir grabbed the journal with his name and opened it on a random page. “You have never been good with words, but reading that makes me sound a bit like an...experiment.”

Avallac’h didn’t answer and that was more of a response than words would have been.

“All my life I was trying to figure out what was wrong with me.” Caranthir looked around the study, books, herbs, glasses and other tools. “All my life, I knew you were not my father, but I wished you were. I was just stupid child and I didn’t know better. Here it was little old me, a child without his parents, the scars on my face and body and the great Sage Avallac’h was teaching me. Me of all elves out there.”

“Caranthir…” Avallac’h started, but he did not give him a chance to finish.

“You can explain, I’m sure. Go on. Try to make it believable.” he taunted his teacher.

“When we lost Lara…” Avallac’h stopped for a second, even mentioning her name was still painful for him. “We lost the Elder Blood power. I needed to find a way to fix that....we couldn’t leave this world anymore, not without being ‘lucky’ and stumbling on a portal and that took time. I started working on how to fix things...came to the idea of what became the Dearg Ruadhri Navigators. But it wasn’t good enough. None of them was good enough, the portals were not stable and accidents happened.”

He read some of that in the notes, about the Navigators and how it was difficult for most of them to keep it going. No one was ever as strong as the Elder blood no matter how many Navigators they tested. Most of them couldn’t even pass the trails created by Eredin.

“Where do I come in all that?” he asked after Avallac’h did not volunteer any more information.

“You...were supposed to be a Navigator.” Avallac’h finally said. Supposed? All his life he had wanted nothing more than to join the Red Riders, what did ‘supposed’ mean? “You were my most successful...subject.” Caranthir grinded his teeth when he heard that word. But he was a subject wasn’t he? He was a product of an experiment that is usually called subject. “I knew you have power since...I believed that having the ability to travel again will save us, but I saw what Eredin is doing and Auberon is going weaker. That is whyI never brought you to Tin na Lia or even introduced you to Eredin.”

“How did you do it? I read the notes, you picked families with potential, did my parents know?” he read the notes in detail, the herbs, the magic, the other material added...at some point he had felt sick imagining some woman, his mother, being strapped to a table and pumped with all that. The notes did not specify how exactly it happened, but he had imagination. Maybe his parents did hate him, his mother for sure if Avallac’h used her as a test tube.

“They did.” Avallac’h admitted.

“Did they dump me at your door or you took me away.” Caranthir was not sure what he wanted to hear. Probably both would hurt just in a different way. When Avallac’h did not respond, one way or another, he knew they had just left him. All his life he believed that his parents gave him to the great Sage Avallac’h so he can learn to be Sage as well. Was even anything in his life real? He never thought much of his parents, but now he knew for sure they hated him. “Come on how did you do it? Was my mother forced? That’s why she left me, she didn’t want anything to do with me? The little abomination.”

“She was not raped, if that is your question.” Avallac’h answer was very measured and controlled, again what he didn’t say meant more than what he actually said. Caranthir thought himself stupid for not seeing that sooner. The Sage had always been like that. Half answers. Half truth. But he never lied, did he? He just said what was convenient and whatever was going to inconvenience him, was left out. He always thought he was smart but he missed that. Maybe he wasn’t as sharp as he thought he was.

“I read a book once.” Carathir got from the chair, Avallac’h following him with his foxy eyes. “It was about this mage, he really wanted to create life out of nothing. Necromancy really as he collected corpses and built them into one powerful being. The thing was ugly and grotesque, but it was powerful.” Caranthir started laughing, hysterical, he just couldn’t stop himself. “You know what I thought when I read the book? That this is sick! Robbing all these corpses and just the ugliness.” he ran a finger through the scar on the right side of his face, it was starting just above the ear and then running down to his jawline and slipping onto his neck. “I guess you didn’t build me from corpses, necromancy is not your thing, I know. I’m the ugly, grotesque and powerful monster, am I not?”

His laughing gave way to anger, he could blow this place to pieces, everything, maybe even have a go at Avallac’h. He opened a portal behind himself.

“Caranthir, wait!” Avallac’h’s shout became just a distant echo as he stepped through the portal.

He was in the mountains overseeing Tir na Lia, snow was covering everything around. He had found this place with Avallac’h years ago when the Sage had taken him to explore the nearby area. Caranthir must have been...sixteen or seventeen at that time, still a child. He had been absolutely fascinated by snow, the purity of everything, but also the destructive force of the cold. He remembered thinking if he could be something he wanted to be that. The winter storm that just covers the earth and hides everything. He felt the need to destroy something, hurt something more than he was hiring right now, his mood gave way to magic and a powerful storm wrapped the mountains.

Caranthir waved with hand and all the old fires and candles in the ruins lit. He sat on the cold floor looking at the storm outside. He wondered how long can he keep it going...hours, probably days if he really tried.

All his life has been a lie, but he could not even blame Avallac’h for that. The man was secretive and Caranthir never asked questions. He knew there was something strange about his life, how he had no friends, how he was never allowed to do things others did. He remembered once telling Avallac’h he wanted to be one of the Red Riders, he must have been seven or eight. The Sage just told him that will never happen. Caranthir had taken that as lack of ability on his end and he had found motivation in it. Since then he has been looking for opportunities to watch the Red Riders, whenever Avallac’h will take him to the castle. He remembered seeing Eredin for the first time, dressed in armor, on his horse...regal.

Avallac’h was going to hide all that from him. He was meant to be one of them. He was meant to be with Eredin and the rest.

He was created with a purpose, Avallac’h never cared about him beyond that purpose. Looking back at his childhood memories it all made sense. Avallac’h had spent a lot of time training him, teaching him, showing him how to control his powers, but he had never disclosed anything to him. The man was secretive, but this secrecy had gone out of hand. Caranthir had been a child then and he didn’t understand so he had made the stories he believed. He wasn’t a child anymore, he was almost a grown man.

He spent the night awake thinking, he let the storm run its course as well, his mood had moved from anger to depression and regret. His life was ahead of him, he wasn’t even hundred years old. He could do...anything. Avallac’h couldn’t stop him, from what Caranthir knew he might be more powerful than the Sage.

In the morning he found Eredin in the countriyard with Imlerith, training. He watched them for a while, not wanting to interrupt. Eredin was like...wind. The sword was moving as if it was part of him. Imlerith was...brute force. Caranthir never understood how that could be helpful, the man was massive and that made him significantly slower than Eredin, but at the same his mace was leaving holes in the ground every time he aimed at the Red Rider’s leader.

“Somehow I suspected I might find you here.” Avallac’h came to him, but Caranthir ignored him. It wasn’t the first time he watched Eredin and Imlerith go at each other, he liked watching them dreaming one day he might join them.

“My lord!” Caranthir jumped from the wall he was standing at and ran at Eredin.

“What?” the leader of the Red Riders turned toward him, expression absolutely bored.

“I want to take the trails.” Caranthir had to control himself not to shout that as he was so excited about it.

“Are you even allowed to drink?” Imlerith asked laughing.

“Caranthir, no!” Avallac’h jumped in.

“Do whatever.” Eredin didn’t even look at him when he said that but Carathir didn’t care. He was used to everyone’s attitude. He had always been Avallac’h shadow, the kid that was hiding his face and never talked much. They all treated him as if he was invisible, but he knew he was better, not because of what he saw in the study, but he knew his power.

“Eredin, he is too young, he cannot!” Avallac’h sounded concerned but Caranthir just smiled. Everyone was underestimating him, but was going to end today.

“Is he your slave?” Eredin looked at the Sage with interest. “If he is not your slave, he can do whatever he wants. Also didn’t you tell Auberon some time ago that he is your best...experiment.” the man’s grin was cutting through his lips. “Your Golden Child. If he is that good, he will live. If he isn’t…” the man just shrugged in apathy. Two portals opened in front of Eredin and he looked at Caranthir. “Come on. Off you go. You need to find your way back to the other portal.”

He didn’t hesitate for a second, he didn’t look at Eredin or Avallac’h, he just went through the portal not even sure what he would find there.

Imlerith leaned on his mace watching at the portals with curiosity. The last idiot who tried the trails came back, his whole body burned, he died maybe a few minutes later. The one before that never came back, given that the kid was probably half of their age, he was not holding his breath.

More enterianting was the staring match between Avallac’h and Eredin. The Sage was not an emotional man neither was Eredin so that was a bit like two statues looking at each other with hate.

“Calm down, Avallac’h, he is just a lab rat, I’m sure you can find some poor woman to breed and do whatever nasty experiments you were doing on her.” Eredin grinned knowing that was going to throw the Sage off the rail. Imlerith made a step back, whatever magic these two were going to use, he was not going to be in the way.

Before Avallac’h could answer the kid showed back from the portal...in one piece if it was not for a wound on his shoulder. Imlerith was impressed, but most importantly Eredin looked impressed as well.

“Interesting.” the leader of the Red Riders said and looked at his general, Imlerith couldn’t hide the smile on his lips. “How old exactly are you?”

“Forty three.” the kid didn’t even look tired and his shoulder was bleeding but he was not showing pain. Imlerith had no idea what exactly was in the trails, Eredin and Avallac’h had created them some time ago to ensure the Navigators would be able to manage their work. However, he had seen Navigators return after these trails and nobody had made it as quick as this kid did.

“You will be the youngest Navigator and Red Rider.” Caranthir was smiling at these words, it was a cocky smile, confident, Imlerith knew the feeling every time he won against an enemy and smashed their skull. “Get him patched, get him an armor.”

Imlerith just stared at Eredin, he wasn’t a babysitter, but he was going to obey.

“Come on, kid.” Imlerith nodded at him. “Taking you to the healer.”

“My name is Caranthir.” the Navigator corrected him stubbornly but followed, surprisingly Avallac’h as well.

“Whatever, kid.” Imlerith teased and he saw the anger in the pale blue eyes of Caranthir. He missed having someone to tease and make angry. It wasn’t the same as the rest of the Red Riders because they were all terrified of him and well he was their general. Eredin was their leader so he could give him a hard time only in private. That kid had to grow some tough skin and Imlerith knew exactly how to help him.

#caranthir ar feiniel #avallac'h #eredin #aen elle #my writing #the witcher fandom #wild hunt

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reallyprofoundkryptonite · 3 years

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Midnight's Kiss

Summary: After a particularly uneventful (read: unproductive) week of Midnight Sun, Viggo learns some interesting facts about Krogan, when he finds him drunk in his room after what looks like a particularly nasty beating, and talking to him leads to something more vibrant.

Word Count: 1849

Characters: Viggo, Krogan

Pairings: Viggo/Krogan

AO3

Warning: Implied/Referenced rape/non-con

Story Under the cut

Viggo shifted the maps he was holding in the crook of his arm, a frown pulling at his lips. Krogan hadn’t shown up to the strategy meeting today- not that the man really contributed much of anything to any of the conversations; he didn’t talk much, not even when he was asked to contribute to strategies in the planning room.

But, this was odd. Krogan always showed up. He was never late, either, in fact, he usually was early, coming before even Viggo.

The man opened the door to his own room, walking in, and glancing around. The room wasn’t as cluttered as it usually was, so there was plenty of room for Viggo to place the rolled-up maps on his desk. He could put them away later.

Viggo turned around, and then walked out into the hallway. Krogan’s room was opposite to his, because Johann wanted Viggo to “Keep an eye on him.”

Rolling his eyes, he huffed, moving towards the door. It was silent on the inside, from what he could hear through the wood. Could Krogan be asleep? It was possible, after all the annual midnight sun had just ended. Krogan hadn’t slept the entire time, and the last time Viggo had seen Krogan, he’d looked thoroughly exhausted.

Viggo knocked gently.

“Hey, uh…” he trailed off. “You weren't at the meeting,” Viggo gently tested the doorknob. It wasn’t locked. Odd. Krogan always locked his door.

There was a soft groan from the other side of the door.

“Go ‘way.” Krogan’s speech was horribly slurred, and the tinge of suspicion began to curl in Viggo’s stomach.

‘Is… is Krogan drunk?’ Viggo gently pushed the door open, finding Krogan sitting on the floor, his back to him; his bare back. Krogan wasn’t wearing anything from the waist down, and it showed off all of the bloody bandages that had haphazardly been wrapped around his abdomen. Most of the blood seemed to be on his back, but, then again, Viggo couldn’t see his front.

“Krogan?” He called, slowly closing the door behind him. He sniffed, wrinkling his nose at the sharp, clear scent of alcohol that hung in the air.

Krogan turned his head to look at him with a dour expression on his face.

“Why weren't yo-”

“Di’ Johanns sen’ youu ta sspyon me?” Krogan slurred, interrupting the other man. His eyes blinked, and Viggo looked slightly shocked.

“Krogan, are you…“ Viggo trailed off, eyeing the bottle of whiskey that Krogan had grasped in his hand. “Are you drunk?”

Krogan stood up, turning to face him with a scowl on his face. Viggo’s eyes widened slightly at the sight of the bruise swelling over Krogan’s eye. There was more bruises that peppered their way down Krogan’s neck, although Viggo realized that those were probably not bruises.

“Iss noone ‘f yer businesss!” Krogan snapped. “M’ mindinn my ow’ businesss, whyy don’ youu minnd yers?” The other man’s eyebrows turned down, wrinkling his forehead.

Viggo, however, could see that the man’s eyes were red and puffy. Like he’d been crying.

Worry clouded in Viggo’s head, simply watching Krogan wobble, as the man stood there, glaring at him with his one remaining eye.

‘Krogan is an asshole, but,’ Viggo cut his thought up. ‘Why am I feeling sorry for him? He’s so… pompous and brash! He’s an idiot!’ Growling, Viggo put a hand to his forehead, and then he rubbed at his eyes.

“Krogan, are you…” He swallowed. Even trying to say this was making him nauseous. “Are you okay?”

Krogan doesn’t respond for a long time, and when Viggo opens his eyes again, Krogan is staring at him, his eyes darting across his face, almost as if it’s a puzzle he couldn’t quite figure out.

That was to be expected, though, with the three completely empty bottles of booze on the floor, and the half-empty one in his hand, Krogan was absolutely wasted at this point. Viggo was half surprised the man wasn’t unconscious.

No, those words didn’t sound right to Viggo.

‘Reproachful?’ He thought. ‘No that’s not right either,’ Viggo eyes Krogan a bit more, and then it comes to him.

‘Why are you so hesitant?’ Viggo mused internally

“What do you mean, Krogan?” Viggo asked. Krogan’s eyes glanced up and down Viggo’s face, as he slowly lifted the bottle of liquor to his lips. Viggo cringed internally, and he stepped forward, knocking the booze from Krogan’s hand.

The other man glared down at him, and Viggo raised his eyebrow.

“No, Krogan. You’re lucky you aren’t unconscious!” Viggo hated how concerned he sounded, and then he was being pushed away from Krogan by a pair of large hands.

“Whyy do youu care, Viggoo?!” Krogan yelled, his voice cracked, however, and it shook. He was scared. “Youu haate mee!”

Viggo cringed at that. It was true, but he never realized that Krogan knew that fact. Viggo simply stared.

“Krogan,” Viggo started, his eyes widening slightly. “I-”

“Donchu lie! I kno was’ chu thin’ ‘bout me!” Krogan wailed, and there was pain brimming in his voice, boiling and ready to spill over like a pot that had been left over a fire for too long. “Ah hate it! Youus too bussy lusstin after a BOYY whoo don’ wannanythin to do witch ya!”

Krogan’s chest heaved, a bright, red flush starting to collect over his cheeks and nose.

Viggo’s eyes widened. A deep, sickening feeling was coiling inside of Viggo, as he already had a feeling what Krogan was getting at.

“Krogan… what are you talking about?” Viggo asked, confused. “You can’t be say-”

“Viggoo ah love youu!” The yell made Viggo pause, and he blinked slowly. “Yer everything’ ahmm not!”

Viggo stepped closer, and Krogan backed away.

“Yous handsome, yous got money! Yous can do whatever yous want witout gettin in trouble!” Krogan glanced around nervously with his eyes. They were shimmering with tears.

“Butchu hate me jus’ like evryone does!” Krogan turned away, and he stumbled over one of the discarded bottles on the floor.

Viggo’s eyes widened, and he rushed forwards, easing him to the floor. Krogan was shaking heavily, his shoulders were shivering, and Viggo was realizing that he was crying.

A well of pity dug itself into Viggo’s head, and he gently ran his fingers along the bruise swelling Krogan’s eye shut.

“What happened?” Viggo’s voice was soft, trying to be comforting. “Who hurt you?”

Krogan sniffled, and he tried to yank himself away from Viggo.

“I don’t need yer pity!” Krogan hissed deliriously, but Viggo sighed.

“Krogan, I… I can’t hate you.” Viggo didn’t think he would ever utter those words in his life. “Now, please, just- I want to know who hurt you.” Viggo’s own back stung in sympathy; he knew the feeling of a whip just as well as anyone did.

“Was it Johann?” Viggo asked softly. “Did Johann do this?”

Krogan looked at him, lowering his head slightly, as if he were trying to protect his neck.

“Why?”

“Imma failure!” Krogan spit out. The disdain that stained Krogan’s tongue made a tingle rush down his spine. “S all my fault when something goes wrong,” Viggo was thankful that Krogan wasn’t slurring his words very much anymore. Now he could understand him better.

“He whipped you?” Krogan nodded.

Viggo pulled Krogan into a gentle hug, and he smiled at the stiffening of Krogan’s muscles against him. Against his ear, Viggo felt Krogan’s breath hitch, right before a pair of arms gently snaked around his waist.

It was barely any pressure from Krogan. Barely any strength to the grip- strength which Viggo knew could crush a human skull in a bare hand; he’d seen it himself.

“I’m not made out of paper, you know,” Viggo urged, glancing up to see Krogan simply staring at him with wide eyes that glittered with a strange mix of love, confusion, and adoration, though Krogan’s shrunken pupils were more than telling of his drunkenness.

Viggo pulled his arms away from Krogan, and then pulled back, blinking. Krogan stretched his legs out along the floor, and Viggo took the initiative to slip into Krogan’s lap.

Krogan’s eyes never moved off of him when he moved. They fluttered slightly, flashing gold in the light of the waning sun.

Viggo placed his hand on Krogan’s chest, his eyes glancing down at the brand that hung above his nipple, which was half torn by a healed-over pink scar that blossomed and twisted elegantly like the branches of a tree.

“You’ve been struck by lightning before?” Viggo mused, and Krogan nodded slowly, looking away.

“It nearly killed me.” The slurring was gone now, so Viggo had a feeling that Krogan was starting to have a bit of a clearer head, if only a little bit.

Viggo glanced at Krogan’s neck, to what were obviously love bites from this close. Something felt off about them though. They shouldn’t have been there, if Krogan had admitted his feelings to Viggo then wouldn’t he have wanted to have him do that instead?

“Krogan, did you want these?” He asked softly, running his fingers across Krogan’s throat. The man stiffened at the touch, and Viggo felt Krogan’s adam’s apple twitch in his throat.

“No.” It was a single word, but it said more than enough to Viggo with the way it was said, with the deep-seated fear that mingles in the word.

Viggo tilts Krogan’s head towards him, lifting Krogan’s chin so he can look into his eyes. The sun is setting at this point, sending swaths of golden light glittering across Krogan’s bare skin, as well as turning his brown eyes into twin pools of liquid gold.

Viggo swallowed gently, and his stomach knotted up with nervousness, which he shoved down, and then planted his lips on Krogan’s own.

Krogan went stiff, as if he were a statue, but the warm feeling of Krogan’s arms snaking up to lay on Viggo’s shoulders was more than worth the initial stiffness. Because at least Krogan was consenting this time. He had the choice to pull away.

Krogan moaned through the kiss, and the noise sent a tingle rushing down Viggo’s spine- that noise sounded so beautiful coming from Krogan, in that deep, silky, honeyed voice of his.

Viggo closes his eyes, a smile pulling his lips, as Krogan playfully, albeit shyly bit at his lower lip, before pulling away, and then leaning his forehead into Viggo’s, nuzzling his nose into the other man’s as he did so.

When Krogan pulled away again, Viggo was more stunned by Krogan’s seemingly ethereal beauty; in the way his soft, full maroon lips were pulled halfway into a smile; the way his olive skin glinted in the light of the setting sun, as if it were made of glistening embers of a shattered topaz. Even with the black eye Krogan had, he was stunning.

Viggo heaved a deep breath, humming at Krogan.

Krogan wasn’t handsome, no no, Krogan was stunningly beautiful.

#rtte krogan #krogan #viggo/krogan #tw: implied noncon #httyd fanfiction #httyd fandom #dreamworks dragons #viggo grimborn #viggo rtte #fanfiction #my writing #writing #rtte #httyd rtte #httyd au

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man-me--a-sand · 4 years

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Kisses

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23302486

Pairing: Remile

Characters: Emile Picani, Remy Sanders, Kai (Cartoon Therapy)

Warnings: none

“Hey, babes.” Remy leaned over Emile’s shoulder.

“What are you doing here! I thought you didn’t get off till four!”

“Got off early. Do you have any appointments today? We should head home, go grab an early dinner.”

“Sorry, dear. I’ve got a kid coming today.”

Remy pulled the stool so Emile was facing him and sat on his husband's lap. “C’mon?” He shifted his leg so the short skirt slipped up, revealing more leg.

“Remy, I can’t cancel on Kai.” Emile shoved him on the floor. “Now shoo, go wait outside.”

“Whyy. They’re not here yet, let me stay.” He hopped back onto Emile’s lap, and pushed his face forward. “Let’s enjoy ourselves.”

Emile sighed, but a smile graced his face. “Fine.” He leaned in and his lips hit Remy’s.

Just seconds after, the door opened. “Um, Dr. Picani? Sorry I’m late-oh, sorry, I’ll just wait outside.”

Emile turned bright red and pulled away. “No, Kai, it’s fine. He was just leaving.” He gave Remy a gentle shove out the door.

“Later, babes.” Remy said, blowing a kiss.

Kai sat down awkwardly, as Emile adjusted his tie quickly.

“So, who was that..?”

“Oh, Remy, my husband. So, how have things been since our last appointment?”

#sandwrites #remile #remy sanders #emile picani #fluff

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nobodys-pearls · 7 years

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Pineapples

Adrinath August Day 3: Social Media

Summary: Chat Noir and Nathanael start a twitter war

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chatnoir Just found out that Ladybug is pro pineapple pizza. In other news I’m looking for a new partner #betrayalhurts #downwithpineapple

vangoghs_ear @chatnoir I thought I’d share a drawing I made of Paris’ two heroes! Image shared from mobile #pineapplerules #ladybugandpineapplepizza #defendersofparis

chatnoir @vangoghs_ear RUDE. That’s a very good drawing but RUDE. #whyis #anear #hecklingme

vangoghs_ear @chatnoir You know LB doesn’t have a twitter. I’m just doing my civic duty by defending her.

(marinettedupain_cheng retweeted)

chatnoir @vangoghs_ear But fruit doesn’t belong on pizza! It’s unnatural! #downwithpineapple #pickpepperoniinstead

vangoghs_ear @chatnoir Technically tomatoes are a fruit #justsaying

chatnoir @vangoghs_ear YOU’RE A TOMATO #oooburn

vangoghs_ear @chatnoir Just the kind of immaturity I’d expect from your kind smh #sad

nino_neofmybusiness @chatnoir @vangoghs_ear I don’t usually get involved in twitter wars but I have to agree with Chat Noir. Pineapples in general are weird they eat you back #allIhavetosay #dropsmic #letsallbebros

chatnoir @nino_neofmybusiness That’s why you’re my bro #bestfriends

(tweet deleted 1 second later)

chatnoir @nino-neofmybusiness Thank you random citizen. It is good to know that someone in Paris is sensible. #youseemcool #eventhoughIdontknowyou #weshouldbefriends

vangoghs_ear @nino_neofmybusiness Ok it’s true that pineapples are acidic and can eat you back or whatever but it’s worth it. Perfect mix of salty and sweet. #meanttobe

chatnoir @vangoghs_ear THEY CAN DO THAT

chatnoir @vangoghs_ear WHAT

vangoghs_ear @chatnoir If you are going to argue about pineapples you better square up with some facts #winningteam #pineapplesonpizzaforever

chatnoir @vangoghs_ear *GASP* HOW DARE

chatnoir @vangoghs_ear Ok let’s settle this

(chatnoir posted a poll: “Pineapple on Pizza: Yay or Nay?”)

vangoghs_ear @chatnoir Oh look who’s winning #inthelead #teamladybug #teampineapple

(marinettedupain_cheng retweeted)

chatnoir Come on Paris don’t let me down! #chatnoirlovesyou #please

chatnoir @vangoghs_ear It’s tied now! I can taste victory, and it definitely doesn’t taste like pineapple.

vangoghs_ear @chatnoir I think that akuma smacked you a little too hard with that pizza box today. Cuz I know that I’m going to win. #lovealltoppings #dontdiscriminate

chatnoir @vangoghs_ear If you’re so sure then let’s make a bet

alyadybug @chatnoir @vangoghs_ear Oh this is so going on the blog #thingsareheatingup #whoelseiswatchingthis

vangoghs_ear @chatnoir Name it alley cat

chatnoir @vangoghs_ear Loser has to buy the winner a pizza of their choice

vangoghs_ear @chatnoir You better bring your wallet. Will you deliver it yourself?

chatnoir @vangoghs_ear I would check the poll before you keep talking, tomato boy #pullingahead

chatnoir @vangoghs_ear I should probably tell you that I’ll be at the top of the Eiffel Tower, my pizza better not be late ;)

vangoghs_ear I still have time. I believe in you Paris. Ladybug believes in you. #doitforher #votepineapple #getmeapizza

adrien_agreste I know which way I’m voting #downwithpineapple #teamchatnoir #sorryladybug

“Hey that’s not fair!” Nathanael said, kicking Adrien with his foot as he began to furiously type on his phone. Adrien cackled and spun around in his boyfriend’s chair.

“There was no rule against it.” Adrien countered.

Nathanael huffed and sat up on his bed. “I’m going up against one of Paris’ superheroes and a famous model, how am I supposed to win now?”

“I wasn’t kidding about being on the Eiffel Tower, I expect that pizza in under 15.” Adrien said with a wink.

Nathanael stuck out his tongue. “I still have ten minutes before it closes.” He said, looking at his phone. “I can do this.” He furrowed his brow in concentration.

Then Adrien had a mischievous look in his eye. “It’d be a shame if someone were to distract you.” He said, standing up from the chair and making his way over to Nathanael.

“No, Don’t you dare.” Nathanael said, clutching his phone in one hand and trying to push Adrien back with the other, but it was no use.

Adrien pinned Nathanael down on the bed and grinned. “Just admit that pineapple pizza is gross.”

“Never.” Nathanael said, hardening his gaze. He wasn’t going to let him win.

Then Adrien moved to graze his lips against his boyfriend’s jaw. Nathanael had to hold back his sigh. “Please?”

“I’m not doing it.” Nathanael said, but he could hear the waver in his voice.

Adrien heard it too and grinned even wider. “It’d be so easy to just agree with me. Then we can…focus on other things.” He said, his voice low as he looked down at Nathanael. He kissed his neck this time.

Nathanael rolled his eyes, but he could feel the blush heating up his cheeks. “And sacrifice my honor? No way. You know who you’re talking to.”

Adrien sighed and pressed a chaste kiss on Nathanael’s nose before moving to sit next to him on the bed. “I know, but it was worth a shot.”

“I appreciate the effort.” Nathanael said with a smirk. Then he saw his phone light up. “Time’s up.”

Adrien had a smug grin on his face as he sat up straighter on the bed. “I’d like a medium pepperoni pizza with –”

Nathanael held up a finger and smiled. “So close, and yet so far, banana boy.”

Adrien hurried over to the desk to grab his phone. “You beat me by three votes?!”

“What can I say? My people are persistent and dependable. Never bet against us.” Nathanael replied, leaning back on his hands.

Adrien groaned and moved to sit next to Nathanael once more. “It’s only three votes, that’s hardly fair.”

“There was no rule saying otherwise.”

Adrien looked at him with narrowed eyes. “Touché.” Then he sighed and unlocked his phone. “Do I even have to ask what kind of pizza you want?”

Nathanael grinned and put a finger to his chin, pretending to think. “I’d like a medium pizza, half with pineapple –”

Adrien groaned and flopped back on the bed.

“– and the other half with pepperoni.”

Adrien looked at him in surprise. Then he smiled and pulled Nathanael down for a kiss. It was warm and sweet and safe. The kiss lingered for a few moments before Adrien finally pulled away. “I guess we’ve come to a compromise then?”

Nathanael brushed the hair out of his boyfriend’s eyes. “Yeah.” Then he moved to kiss Adrien once more.

alyadybug @chatnoir @vangoghs_ear So it’s been an hour, I think we all want to know if Chat Noir honored the bet.

chatnoir @alyadybug I am a cat of my word! Image shared from mobile #topoftheeiffeltower #maybepineapplepizzaisnttheworst

vangoghs_ear Today is a bright day for pineapple pizza lovers everywhere #teamchatnoir #teamladybug #teamparis

(adrien_agreste retweeted)

(marinettedupain_cheng retweeted)

#adrinathaugust2017 #adrinathaugust #adrinath #adrien agreste #nathaniel kurtzberg #nathanael kurtzberg #chat noir #ladybug #marinette dupain-cheng #alya cesaire #nino lahiffe #miraculous ladybug

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I JUST WANT TO DO IT PT.8

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7] [Part 9]

Can also read on AO3

Word count: 9,788

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What is love?

Hm, the easiest answer would be Park Jimin. Right? No….

Love is a word that everyone knows but no one can truly explain. Most of us can even say it in multiple languages, Sarangae, Amour.

You google the meaning of love and this appears ‘a strong feeling of affection.’

Well that was a great help in deciphering your new feelings for Jimin, not! You sit up on your bed, then lay back down before rolling around and placing the covers over your head. You have never been more confused about anything in your entire life. Even picking a University was easier than this.

Then you remember his eyes, the way they twinkle when he looks at you, the way your heart reacts so strongly to his presence. Jimin is the most beautiful person you have ever seen in your entire life but not just on the outside, his soul is beautiful too. The kindness in his heart and how pure his soul is just makes you melt. He makes you feel more confident about yourself, more like a woman deserving of a man’s love. You shiver just imagining his soft touch running down the spine of your body. His feathery kisses running up your inner thigh.

He gives you butterflies every single time you are with him and he just makes you excited, you feel giddy again like you are about to go on the scariest, tallest most thrilling rollercoaster ride ever. He makes you feel whole like before him there was a part of you missing, something you can live without but once in a while that empty feeling will creep in. Before Jimin there was nothing in the world that could fill that emptiness until that day on the stairway when you met Jimin and everything changed, the emptiness fully disappeared. Even now just thinking his name makes you smile, it makes your heart race and it’s addictive. You can’t and don’t want to imagine a life without him and surely that’s what love is, right?

But how can there be love without trust…

You remove the covers and sit up. Your heart sinks just thinking about the deceitful things you have done. Playing two guys, having sex with two guys…You bite your nails, a habit you haven’t done since you were a child and blankly stare across the room.

‘It’s already done, you can’t go back,’ you tell yourself. How you move forward is what is important now. With more lies or finally with the truth?

You exhale.

You have to tell him the truth, both of them and then hope that your love is strong enough to withhold this bumpy ride.

Lalalalala

Speak of the devil

“Hello,” you answer too excited.

“What are you up to?” you hear a bored Jimin on the phone.

“Just rolling around all lonesome like in my bed,” you respond joyous and giddy just from hearing his angelic voice.

“Hm, why does that sound so good right now?”

“Wanna join me?”

“Don’t tempt me, I might just walk out of here, work is so boring right now. Someone messed up the design samples and I have to redo them before tomorrow morning.”

“Aww, does that mean you will be doing an all nighter?”

“Why would you miss me so much that you won’t be able to sleep?”

“Ha, yeah right,”

“Whyy you always lying, MmmmOhMyGawdd” he sings through the phone.

You recall the meme and can’t help but laugh at his silliness … why do I love this dork again?

“Stop acting like a Loser, Park Jimin,” you grin and he lets out a small laugh.

“You know I like it when you say my full name.”

“Park Jimin, Park Jimin, Park Jimin,” you repeat for no apparent reason. (Is this foolishness a symptom of love, if so I am so screwed.)

“I love you,” he quickly says in a low serious voice over the phone. The thing is he speaks those three words with such vigorous confidence as if their equivalent to saying Hello but to you it’s not equivalent, it hit’s you hard. Like a boulder crushing a tiny ant, you stop breathing for a second. As these strange yet pleasant feelings that those words bring, warm your cold heart. He loves you, you repeat those words in your head once more.

But since you can’t bring yourself to say those words just yet you say the first thing that comes into your mind.

“I will cook you dinner,” the words are out of your mouth before you can even process the magnitude of what you have just said. ‘I will cook you dinner,’ the fuck, you can’t even cook toast. Okay, well maybe that’s a massive exaggeration but you get the gist.

“What, well now I like the sound of that,” Jimin says sounding happier, more alive. You hear him shuffle through the phone (sitting up perhaps).

“I knew calling you would cheer me up, it will probably take me an hour and a bit to finish everything up here and then I will come home.”

“Please, don’t get too excited,” you try to lower his expectations.

“__ don’t worry anything you make will be fine.”

“You promise, Jimin,” you ask searching for some reassurance because you haven’t done this in a while but for Jimin you will try. If you don’t kill him or give him food poisoning the dinner will be a success.

“I promise, okay, let me finish this up, I’m feeling hungry already.”

You say your goodbyes and hang up the phone and curse your big stupid mouth.

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You go into the kitchen and rummage through the little food you have. You decide to make spaghetti Bolognese as that is the easiest, quickest meal you can make with a ray of confidence that you won’t burn it and he might actually…(might being the strong word here) enjoy it.

You start by placing the dry spaghetti in the pot now full of boiling water and you close the lid and let it cook. Whilst that cooks you start chopping the onions, garlic, carrots and celery sticks before placing a pan on the hot cooker and putting the whole packet of beef mince inside, you let it simmer then place everything inside.

You carry on cooking your meal whilst biting your bottom lip, what if he doesn’t like the food and deems me a terrible cook, hence a terrible girlfriend….wife…everything…. you shake your head in disillusioned horror. Jimin isn’t like that you convince yourself.

After finishing up with the cooking you turn everything off and go into the bedroom to change. You decide to wear something comfortable (since you are inside the house) yet cute because you know this is the courting or pursuit stage of this relationship. So you decide on wearing a cute blue dress shirt with big orange lace details at the front. As if the left side of the dress shirt has big orange shoe laces on it.

You put on a tiny diamond bracelet on your right arm and fluff up your hair and call it a day. Good thing as well because just as you were getting up you hear a knock on the door and a massive smile spreads across your face.

His here.

You open the door glee with joy, so much so that you lose any form of control you had and leap into his arms as if it’s the most natural way to greet someone. You wrap your legs around his waist as he stumbles back trying to find his balance. Shocked and amused at your level of excitement he smiles. You place your hands between his handsome face and just take in this view. Your eyes are fixated on his messy brown hair parted in the middle down to his perfectly shaped dark eyebrows but when they land on his bright soul baring hazel eyes you fall into a trance, you want to soak up this moment…just for a few more seconds you want to imprint this memory in your brain forever so that you never forget how his eyes are looking at you right now. Filled with patience and warmth and how his skin glows against your gentle touch and the way his lips are pressed together in a beautiful heart shape.

You reach down and kiss him, whilst overwhelming yourself for no good reason. It’s then, amidst feeling the wet and warmth of Jimin’s lips against yours that you decided that tonight would be the night you would tell Jimin everything, the whole truth about Jungkook. You break away from him and smile before saying “You ready to eat?”

You serve him a plate of the food you cooked and wait for him to take a bite. He does and you watch his face closely, looking for any signs of his opinion on your food. You find none.

“Do you have any salt?” He raises his head to face you and your heart sinks sharply.

Shit, how could I forget the salt?

You pass the salt shaker to him quietly already defeated. I can’t even remember salt, the basic ingredient to any meal, shoot me now. You think completely over this meal… this night. You just want to sleep already.

You sigh deeply and grab your plate before sitting in front of him and eating quietly.

“Hmm,” he says.

And you slowly raise your head and look at him from under your lashes. You don’t dare talk.

“Oh, this is really nice,” he takes another bite and you realise that he has already eaten half of the contents on the plate.

Is he being truthful or not right now, you make a face and watch him closely. Still not daring to say a word.

He licks the sauce off his succulent lips and takes another bite.

“hm, this is probably the best spaghetti Bolognese I have ever had,” he says scraping the last piece of food on the plate and giving you a big grin.

Your heart starts to flutter and you start cheesing so hard you cover your mouth with your hand and look to the side in an attempt to hide the immense joy his words are giving you. Ohh snap, he actually likes my cooking, *you internally squeal* does that mean I’m girlfriend, no fiancé…no. Wife material. Ahhhh, your brain goes into overdrive.

You literally have an episode inside your head whilst Jimin just stares at you in awe. He really fell in love with a cuckoo bird didn’t he? He silently laughs to himself.

After you finish your meal you put the plates away and come back to the table.

“Come sit here,” Jimin says patting his lap. You go over to him without any objections in fact you lightly skip over into his lap and then place your arm around his shoulders.

“I have something for you, close your eyes,” he says bending down sideways to retrieve something from his bag.

You do as you’re told and close your eyes shut. All you can see is darkness but your other senses suddenly heighten. The sweet peach like smell oozing from Jimin hits you then and you enjoy the pleasing smell so much that you shuffle a little bit closer. You then hear him place something small like a box maybe?..... on the table.

“You can open your eyes now,” he softly whispers into your left ear.

You press your lips tightly and freeze for a minute, letting the anticipation build up. What in the world could he have gotten you? Then you open your eyes slowly and spot a….

Beautiful blue little box with a white ribbon around it. You slightly lean in and read the black inscription that says ‘Tiffany & Co.’

Your eyes bulge out and a large gasp comes out. No…noo…no you shake your head. Refusing to believe this is happening. You’re not really a jewellery kind of girl, especially not the expensive type. So much so that if someone was to name all these expensive brands you would probably not know any of them but THIS little blue box you know….Every girl knows what this little blue box means.

Your bottom lip starts gaping up and down as your mouth refuses to close. Jimin wouldn’t, it’s only been 5 months…then your mind remembers Mariah Carey and Nick Cannon, they were together for three months before he proposed….But their divorced now so no….NO. You finally turn to Jimin and you see him trying to hold back a laugh.

“What…is…this?” You squint your eyes not trusting him one bit.

“Open it and see,” he leans back as if he has just handed you a packet of crisps.

This can’t be what I think it is, if it is an engagement ring then boy, I’m saying no because he needs to go down on one knee and say all the mushy shit about how much he loves me and wants me to be his wife.

You pick up the light blue box gently before pulling off the white ribbon and slowly removing the lid.

You see a single gold key. And you instantly let out a deep breathe.

Then you hear a loud angelic laugh, it fills the whole entire apartment.

“Oh my gosh, you are too funny, you thought it was an engagement ring didn’t you?” Jimin leans back and then curls into a ball before slapping his leg still in a fit of laughter.

“You FUCKING SHIT,” you turn around a hit Jimin on the shoulder.

“Oh man, you should have seen your face, I honestly wish I had a hidden camera in here.”

For some reason, you don’t find this funny. You look to the left and then to the right, still missing the punchline of this joke.

You drop the box onto the table and stand.

That laughter quickly stops then.

“Playing with my emotions isn’t funny Jimin,” you sulk.

His soft hand slowly caresses your left hand.

“I’m sorry,” he says whilst wrapping his arms around your hips and pulling you back down into his lap.

You turn your head to the left not ready just yet to forgive him.

He picks up the opened little blue box and places it in front of you.

“I mean it, I didn’t mean to play with your emotions, can you forgive me?” he apologises in a sweet and sincere voice. Well, how can a girl still be mad after that?

You face the box in his hand and look at the shiny gold key.

“Hold on what’s this key for?”

Jimin smiles “I was going to give you this, my apartment key so that you can come and go whenever you like because what’s mine is yours. I also had it engraved turn it over.”

You pick up the box from his hand and flip the key around and read what it says ‘You hold the key to my heart - jm’

“Why are you like this Jimin,” you hurriedly turn around and plant aimless kisses all over his button nose, cheeks, lips… “Huh, why do you make me so emotional, my heart is about to explode.”

You kiss him on the lips again. “Will you take responsibility if I die because of an overwhelming amount of love, huh?” You look up trying to push back the tears, no but seriously why am I so flipping emotional lately?

“Come here (he brings you in for a nice embrace) there’s no such thing as overwhelming amount of love, I love you *he pauses for a moment* I never thought I could love anyone as much as I love you, crazy huh?”

“Not crazy at all,” you respond in a timid shy voice. For the first time truly understanding that Jimin himself is feeling the same way you are feeling right now.

You are about to tell him that you love him back but then he whispers something in your ear “Check underneath.”

There was a silver little container around the key that you carefully lift up and then you gasp again.

“Awee, Jimin,” you squeal looking at the beautiful earrings. There are two thin and long silver earrings each with a pink pearl at the end.

“You like them?” He asks modestly.

“Like them, I love them, Jimin you didn’t have to, aww.”

“And I already have a special occasion to wear them at, our company is having a special ball because we have a new CEO, I was wondering if you wanted to come… as my date?” You give him a wide grin and a cheeky wink.

“Well how can I say no to that wink, when I can’t even wink.”

“Whyy you always lying,” you sing and Jimin goes into another fit of laughter.

“I seriously can’t wink,” he protests.

“I have seen you wink Jimin.”

“Look, look,” he closes his right eye a little bit too hard and then you start giggling. “Ohmygosh, you idiot, what was that, haha.”

“I’m crying, literally because of you Jimin,” you wipe a little laughter tear away from the edge of your eye.

“When is this ball?”

“Erm, Thursday next week.”

“hmm, yeah, I think I can make it,” he says.

“You can,” you respond very excited, you nuzzle your nose on his button nose.

At the end you never get a chance to tell Jimin that you love him and you clearly don’t get a chance to tell him the truth about Jungkook. You decide that maybe after the ball you will let him know everything but as of now there’s no harm in just appreciating a few more precious moments whilst enjoying the blissfulness of this new found love.

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Thursday couldn’t have come any sooner, all everyone can talk about at work is the ball. Everyone who is everyone is going to be there, people from other accounting firms, business moguls, a few politicians and some heavy weights in the tech industry. If there was ever a place to be for networking, this ball would be it.

Everyone was allowed to leave an hour early in our team and you were all relieved, you had already bought your dress and had already painted your nails with a sexy yet subtle grey colour. You had even text Jimin to double or more accurately triple check that he was definitely coming and of course he was.

Tonight was going to be perfect, like Cinderella going to the ball except you were an independent grown woman who didn’t need no prince to help find her glass slipper. Whilst thinking of glass slipper’s you decided to match your sleeveless navy blue midi dress that had intricate patterns with some cute pointed black heels that had a thin black ankle strap.

An hour before you and Jimin had planned to meet up you have finished putting on your make-up and had parted your hair to the side with a low ponytail and a strand of hair curling down the left side of your face. You are going for the stunning yet smart professional look. You then put on your black bra since the top part of your dress is sheer black lace. And as you’re doing so you brush your hand on your left breast and it slightly feels tender, you press both your breasts and something feels different, you look down and push your boobs together. They feel heavier or is it just my imagination. Hm, you decide since it’s almost that time of the month and you haven’t gone yet and that’s probably the cause.

You push that thought to the back of your mind and start getting dressed and glammed up.

You feel so ecstatic tonight that from the point Jimin knocks on your door and you see his handsome angelic face smartly dressed in a matching navy blue suit you just go into cloud nine. Nothing could possible ruin this night.

And it is perfect.

From the moment you arrive at the venue you are in awe at the extravagance of everything. The white majestic building, the sheer number of foreign expensive cars probably carrying multi-millionaires. Even when you enter the beautifully decorated high ceiling building and spot the waiters holding crystal and champagne glasses and different coloured ball gowns twirling around the dance floor. You just melt and soak in this beautiful atmosphere.

“__,” you turn your head as you hear someone calling your name.

It’s Judy, you sigh and force a fake smile.

“Hi, Judy,” you say as she reaches were you and Jimin are standing. You haven’t even been here for 5 minutes, she is not going ruin your positive vibes you tell yourself.

“Oh, who’s this lovely man next…” Judy pauses mid-sentence almost salivating at the presence of Jimin. A part of you can’t even blame her, he is a rare beauty.

So you just smile and introduce them.

“Judy this is Jimin, my date. Jimin this is Judy we work together”

“Ah,” is all Judy manages to say as Jimin reaches out to shake her hand. You see her cheeks turn slightly red and try really hard to not laugh.

“Where’s your husband Judy?” you ask and her dagger eyes quickly shoot up at you. Was I not supposed to ask that? Oops, you grin.

She presses her lips together before saying “He wasn’t feeling too well….I better let you guys mingle, bye,” and she’s gone.

“Well that was interesting,” Jimin says after she leaves.

You shake your head and try to forget that just happened. “Do you want a drink?”

“Yes please.. *buzz* oh, hold on wait,” and he reaches down to check his phone before letting out a swear word under his breath that only you are able to hear. You look at him concerned.

“Is everything okay?”

“I have to go.”

“Oh!”

He types something fast on his phone and then lets out a deep breath.

“I really have to go, some stuff at work, it’s like they can’t even run the place without me.”

“yeah…okay,” you mouth in a barely audible deflated voice. It’s like de javu. You look down slightly disappointed.

“Look at me, please,” he whispers moving closer and placing his tender hands over yours. You lift your head but your eyes dart around everywhere else but on Jimin.

“You’re mad aren’t you, you can hit me, here hit me,” he turns his body and points at his shoulder. You look up slightly but don’t say anything.

“Okay, if you’re not going to hit me, I will do it,” and he actually punches his shoulder twice. You don’t say anything and then he slaps himself on the face. You gasp and hold his hands down before a laugh escapes you.

“Stop, why are you like this…okay, okay I’m not mad, Jimin, go,” you giggle truly unable to stay mad at this cute little fuzz ball.

He smiles, kisses you on the cheek and then exits the ball.

Luckily, you soon find your friend at the ball and you greet each other. She’s just as excited as you so she’s able to lift your spirits.

“Have you seen the new CEO?” You had asked sipping your champagne glass.

“His over there next to Hoseok,” you look at the direction she’s pointing at and spot them together speaking to another guy. Then you see one of your co-workers manoeuvring his way towards the direction of the CEO but then he stops abruptly and turns the opposite way.

“Woah, did you see that,” you say to your friend.

“Yup, that’s Hoseok for you, his like the CEO’s bodyguard or something, his only letting certain people speak to him.”

“Well, that sucks doesn’t it.”

“You can say that again, let’s forget about him their so many powerful women in this place, it’s crazy, come let’s mingle.”

And you do just that, you are so astounded by all the women that you meet and speak to, Ursela Burns who is currently the chairwoman of Xerox and was previously CEO of the company just leaves you speechless, she was so nice and forthcoming and a little bit inspirational because as a smart woman she has climbed so high. But Sheryl Sandberg who is the Facebook COO leaves a huge impression on you and you are left feeling empowered. All the women you meet have a great story behind them and it makes you remember why you worked so hard to get here and how your journey is just beginning and you never know where you could end up in ten or twenty years’ time.

“Gurl, you were right about the amount of powerful women here, wow,” you say finally resting as you sit down waiting to hear the speech from the new CEO.

“I told you…__ don’t turn around, I think someone’s coming this way,” your friend’s mouth suddenly opens as she looks behind you. You try to turn around, way too curious not to. But she holds your shoulders still.

“No, __, I think his coming this way, fuck __ he is smoking hot.”

“How can you say that and not let me look, let me just take a small little peak,” you try to reason with her, he can’t be that good looking. So you take a peak.

*Sigh*

Let’s just say she didn’t tell a single lie, he is smoking hot with an amazing body that just fits perfectly in that black suit, it’s just…

You turn back around and sink down into your sit contemplating why your life is like this.

“I know him, his one of the guys I told you about,” you whisper to her.

“Shut up, noo,” she takes a peak at him again and then gives you a cheeky look.

“No, he looks so fucking delicious though, you lucky bishh…okay, his almost here,” she straightens up and fidgets with her bag and then grabs her phone.

You feel a hand on your shoulder and instinctively you look up and find a rather dashing guy smiling down at you. You can’t help but smile back. What is wrong with you?

“Care to join us Jungkook?” You say on impulse.

He sits down next to you and you then introduce your friend to him. He lightly squeezes your thigh under the table before whispering. “I missed you __,” you just giggle and lean into him.

Luckily you hear the mic sound and you turn towards the direction of the sound. The CEO begins his well prepared speech but you barely hear anything as Jungkook whispers sweet nothings in your left ear that make you blush and you end up placing your hand over his under the table whilst you play footsie with each other.

You didn’t mean for it to happen, you love Jimin and his the only one that you want but it’s just so hard to ignore Jungkook especially when he speaks to you in that velvety sensual voice of his and caresses your thigh, your hand and the back of your neck. It’s just so hard. And the guilt tries to fight it’s way into your consciousness but it feels so good being around Jungkook that you just giggle like teenager and go with the flow.

“Have you guys had a chance to meet with the new CEO yet?” Jungkook had asked after his speech was over.

You and your friend had both said no and Jungkook just smiled.

“Let’s go, I haven’t spoken to him either,” he said standing up and holding his hand out for you. You hesitated for 2 seconds (in your defence those 2 seconds felt like an eternity, so at least you tried) before taking his hand and signalling for your friend to come as well.

To your surprise Hoseok didn’t send you guys away instead he had greeted the three of you, well mostly Jungkook in a very friendly manner. It seems Jungkook was quite close with the new CEO and you see them talking about catching up with a game of golf. Then his attention draws to you.

“And who is this lovely lady?” The CEO says, you can see Hoseok opening his mouth about to speak but Jungkook beats him to it.

“She’s my girlfriend and she also works here as an accountant so you better look after her,” Jungkook says proudly holding your hand.

You force a smile, your friend coughs and Hoseok gives you a warily look.

You’re not sure if that’s the way you would have wanted to have been introduced to the new CEO.

But neither less the introduction has been made and you and your friend have a rather pleasant conversation with the guy.

“Have you guys seen the patio, it is rather beautiful at this time of night,” the CEO suddenly says and Jungkook looks at you asking if you would like to see it.

You slightly nod and you both say your goodbyes to everyone and make your way to the patio.

Jimin POV

Jimin finds himself standing at the entrance of the ball, he spots many people conversing, some drinking and a few dancing. The atmosphere seems more relaxed and joyous now than when he left earlier. He searches the room looking for __ but he can’t seem to spot her anywhere. Surely she hasn’t left already.

He made sure to hurry to the office and sort out the crisis there until it was rectified in a state where everything was fine to be left until tomorrow before rushing back here. He was driving so fast that he almost got a speeding ticket but now that his standing here alone, unable to locate __ his thinking if maybe he shouldn’t have left in the first.

She had been looking forward to this ball all week long and he had just left without so much as a warning. He had to make it up to her, he wanted to make it up her and show her that this won’t happen again. To him she has become someone who is more important to him than anything else in this world and he didn’t want to lose her to anything especially not because of work.

Then he spots Ju…(his mind goes blank for a second) Judy, yes the woman he had been introduced to before he left. He walks up to her and another female.

“Did you see him Judy, she’s so lucky,” you hear the other female speaking to Judy as you approach them.

“Hello, Judy, I’m not sure if you remember me from earlier,” you interrupt their conversation.

Judy turns around and her face goes slightly red whilst the other female stares at you.

“Oh, Jimin was it, how could I forget,” she looks at the other female and then back at you.

“Have you seen __ by any chance, I can’t seem to find her,” you ask.

“Erm,” she looks around the hall. “You said you were her boyfriend right?” She finally speaks. You look at her with a stone face wondering how that was relevant to the question you had just asked before forcing a smile and nodding.

“Ah, do you know where __ is?” Judy turns towards the other female standing next to her. You turn to face her and she instantly begins to cough and shakes her head strongly saying no.

“YES, I remember now I think I saw her with someone, they seemed pretty cosy, didn’t you say they went up to the patio to see the romantic night light or something,” Judy speaks before reaching down and sipping on the champagne glass.

__’s friend watches Jimin walking away towards the direction of the patio and then turns towards Judy.

“Judy you are soo messy, how could you say that to him?”

But Judy just laughs and sips her drink because tonight has just gotten so much more entertaining.

After leaving the hall Jimin asks a couple of waiters for directions towards the patio but as they tell him where to go Judy’s words keep ringing in his ears.

Pretty cosy….with someone….romantic nightlight…..

__ wouldn’t do that, he trusts her completely and knows that she would never do anything that would break his trust. And from the looks of things __ and Judy didn’t seem to be that close so it could all be a ploy of sorts.

But when he reaches the door leading to the patio his heart starts to accelerate and the craziest thought occurs in his mind.

What if…

He unexpectedly hears a female voice followed by a male voice.

And that what if automatically turns into a, could she really do this?

He suddenly starts doubting himself, she wouldn’t do that.

Slowly, he turns the door and looks inside.

Indeed what he heard was a female and male voice.

….

But luckily it wasn’t __ but some other couple in there.

He nods his head and apologises for disturbing them before slowly walking out.

Relieved, he rubs his chest and decides he will just head home, she might have just gone home and is probably waiting for him to return.

So he makes his way to the car park.

And as he does that he curses himself for even doubting for one second that __ would ever cheat on him or even entertain another guy. Even though she hadn’t said it yet he knew that she loved him and that they love each other greatly.

He smiles to himself when he enters the car park as he recalls the time when __ had thought the little blue box contained an engagement ring. Even though she was pretending to act all shocked he knew that deep down if indeed there was an engagement ring in there she would have said yes. A part of him wishes, it was an engagement ring, as crazy as it sounds.

“Jungkook, stop it.”

Jimin freezes.

He knows that voice, he would be able to pick out that voice anywhere, even in a room full of a thousand people.

He doesn’t want to turn around, his heart beats faster as his body refuses to move.

“Your words say one thing but your body says another,” a male voice speaks and the car park is filled with a giggling sound that Jimin has heard a million times before.

He forces himself to turn around and is gobsmacked by what he sees in front of him. It feels as if he has been hit by a truck and it is crushing his heart into small pieces. As if a sword has just been pulled through his heart and now blood is dripping from it.

The woman he loves is currently in another man’s arms, she is looking up at him with a massive smile on her face. His hands are wrapped around her waist and their slowly moving down. She’s giggling and his head is reaching down towards her ear and nibbling it.

“Jungkook, stop,” she says again her voice full of joy.

Jimin blinks multiple times, he even rubs his eyes. Is his brain deceiving him right now because what he is seeing right here can’t be true. The woman that he loves is at home not in this other guy’s arms. Yes, that’s it, whoever this is, it can’t be her. So Jimin makes the decision to go home and check if she’s there.

He refuses to believe this is her so he turns his head away from them.

…….

*HONK*

A car behind him honks very loudly making him jump out of his skin and instinctively he looks back at their direction. He sees her huddling up closer to him as the car honks but then her eyes navigate towards you and slowly her eyes register with her brain who you are and her face instantly changes, the once happy giggling person has now turned into a lost confused perplexed one.

[BACK TO YOU] – same time

Please tell me that isn’t Jimin standing there looking at me right now. You feel Jungkook rubbing your back and you move his hand away and try to step away from him. What the fuck is happening, that’s not Jimin, no, noooooooooo. No! You start to hyperventilate and breathing suddenly becomes more difficult, no.

The car that had honked speeds past you and you spot Jimin very slowly walking towards you. Jungkook says something but you can’t hear anything, your ears start ringing and your head starts spinning.

You take deep breaths but nothings helping, Jimin is still walking towards and you Jungkook is still staring at you. NOOOO. You want to cry but your body is frozen in place unable to fathom this horrendous situation you have suddenly found yourself in.

You start digging your nails into the palm of your hand as Jimin finally reaches you. You can’t stop staring at him unsure what he will do or say to you.

He stops in front of you and looks at you dead in the eyes. You have never seen Jimin’s eyes so cold and dark before. He lifts his left hand and you flinch but don’t move away. He gently moves his soft fingers onto your ear and moves down it towards your earrings until the pink pearl is in between his fingers.

“I see you wore my gift today as promised, they look nice on you,” he mouths in a raspy voice you have never heard from him before.

You can feel Jungkook stiffen on your side but you dare not look at him.

And Jimin lets go of the earring, you want to explain yourself….you want to say something….anything but your brain won’t let you, your brain can’t accept that this situation right here is actually happening.

“I’m Jungkook, her boyfriend and you are?” Jungkook suddenly extends his head.

You lean your head back and stop breathing. YOU HAVE GOT TO BE FUCKING KIDDING ME, what is that…boyfr……you close your eyes. Ah, I’m feeling a migraine coming on. The sides of your temples start to throb.

“Are you now, that’s the first time I’m hearing of this,” you hear Jimin’s calm yet cold voice.

“Unless you’re her father I don’t know why my relationship with her should affect you, but since you are so curious let me enlighten you, we are together, we have been together for some months now, is it what 5 months __,” Jungkook looks down towards you. You can feel two sets of eyes facing you even with your eyes closed.

‘It’s done... they know about each other, it’s over…there’s no more hiding or lying anymore. The truth is finally out,’ these thoughts run through your head a few times before you finally open your eyes. You face Jungkook first and grab hold of his wrist before saying “Can you wait here for a minute?”

JUNGKOOK POV – same time

I nod my head and watch her grab his wrist and move 10 feet away. At first after seeing him touching on her ear like that he became jealous, only he was allowed to do that. Which is why Jungkook felt the need to inform this guy of their relationship. But now as he watches her move him away and him moving his arm away from her Jungkook starts to feel something.

“Jimin I’m sorry,” Jungkook hears her say. Her eyes look as if they’re about to cry.

“Is what his saying the truth, are you and him in a relationship whilst you’re also in a relationship with me,” he shouts visible angry now.

Jungkook is stunned, out of all the jealous feelings he had felt a part of him never would have thought that this guy would have been someone she was serious about.

“I’m sorry Jimin, I didn’t mean for it to happen like this, you just both came into my life at the same time and I didn’t know how to stop it but I love you Jimin, I love only you,” and the woman Jungkook loves starts to cry.

Jungkook hates seeing women cry and still a small part of him wants to go over there and wipe her tears away but her words of endearment for this Jimin guy stop him, she loves Jimin, only Jimin. Then what about him, what have they been doing all these months, why would she let him take her virginity if she loved this other guy.

He is in shock and angry. How dare she, how dare he.

“Did you have sex with him?” This Jimin guy asks her with his hands in a fist now.

She looks down before slowly nodding.

“Wait…wait so you were screwing both him and me at the same, were you even a virgin or was that another lie?” He speaks each words with such visible hatred.

She tries to hold his hand and carries on pleading for forgiveness but he just pushes it away and suddenly turns to Jungkook before looking back at her.

“I was such joke to you wasn’t, every time I told you I loved you, you probably thought what an idiot, okay so go, go to your boyfriend. I never want to see you again.” And he turns around, walks towards his car and drives off.

It’s then as you see __ on the floor crying her eyes out because of another guy that it hits like a tonne of bricks that she was in love with another. You walk over to her and hand her a handkerchief from your pocket. She accepts it without looking up and wipes her moist face.

“ __, I don’t even know what just happened right now, one minute we are laughing and the next some guy I am guessing someone you love appears and now you are on the floor crying. I know you probably don’t care but I’m hurt, stupidly I saw a future with us but I guess I was the only one. I’m not going to shout at you because there’s no point you look like you have already had enough of that but I just want to say one thing before I leave. You __ meant a lot to me and you made me happy and joyful and silly me thought the feeling was mutual.”

She looks up then and says in a hoarse voice “No, Jungkook, I enjoyed our time together it’s just,” before another wave of tears began to stream down.

“I know, I know…but it wasn’t enough was it, I wasn’t enough.” Jungkook reaches down and wipes her tears from her cheek and kisses her forehead one last time.

“I want you to be happy __, even if it’s not with me I just want you to be happy.” And with that he gets up and walks away towards his car.

BACK TO YOU – same time.

You hear Jungkook’s car start up and then drive off. You feel your body shake as you place your hands on the cold concrete floor. You want to remain here and let the ground take you in but you know you can’t, not if you still want to have a career as an accountant. So with that one remaining thought that even if you have potentially lost both Jimin and Jungkook at least you still have a thriving career.

You push yourself up and brush the dust off your dress before grabbing your phone and turning on the camera. You check your face and try to fix it and your messy hair as much as possible. You just need to make it to the taxi and you are free.

You take a calming breath and then start walking. Your legs are still shaky from everything but they still move one in front of the other towards the car park entrance.

The thing is when you finally lift your head up you spot the last person you would ever want to see at the entrance.

“Judy,” you acknowledge. She’s there grinning with an empty glass in her hand.

“Aw, __ are you okay?” She asks with a condescending tone in her voice.

You don’t have the strength to deal with bully Judy right now. So you walk past her but clearly that wasn’t part of her plan so she shouts after you.

“I don’t even blame you, two handsome guys if only I was younger, such a shame it had to end like this but to sleep with both of them, isn’t that a bit hoeish....if that’s even a word. Maybe it’s a blessing in disguise now you don’t have to screw two guys at the same time,” and she starts laughing to herself.

“Who would have thought, eh…” you stop listening to her at that point and just carry on walking. You don’t care about Judy or anything else right now.

You don’t know how but you manage to leave the building and find a taxi. All the way in the taxi ride you stare blankly outside the window. You remember thanking the taxi driver when you arrive home and make your way up the stairs towards your apartment. When you get in you remove your shoes and drop your bag before making your way blindly into the bathroom and turning on the shower.

The second the water hits your face and starts dripping down your dress all the way down to your feet you start to cry. This time without any restraint. You drop to the floor and hug yourself as the water continues to hit you. Your cries are loud and so hard that for that moment you lose yourself in a very dark and depressing place. You have never been like this before. You let it all out, the sadness, guilt, sorrow and regrets you have been holding in all this while, you let it all out and just cry.

You are in the shower for a while until you tire yourself out from all the crying. So you force yourself up before drying yourself and getting into bed. Even though you are tired it still takes some time before sleep calls for you and when it does your mind replays over and over again the incident that occurred in the car park. It affects you so much that you end up waking up at 4am in the morning and every time you close your eyes images of Jimin’s angry face or Jungkook’s irritated face appear so you decide to get up and check your work email.

The first thing that you see with a red alert on is an event of a presentation for one of the company’s sustainability efforts. You can do these presentations with your eyes closed now so you can usually do the preparation within a 20 minutes slot but since you can’t sleep you decide to go the extra mile and do a bit more research on this company so that you don’t just cover the requirements but go beyond that.

At 6:20am and with 20 slides full of information and analysis’s you happily decide that you are satisfied with the presentation the way it is and it has been a great distraction from everything you have on your mind.

You quickly hop in the shower and then put on your black sleeveless dress and some matching heels. You have some coffee just to keep you awake before quickly heading out.

When you arrive at work you are still in a daze and your mind doesn’t feel as though it’s fully there but as you walk into the office something feels off, you can see people glaring at you and others just shaking their heads at your direction.

You sit down regardless, not caring to even ask but then your friend comes to your desk as you are turning your computer on and drags you outside into the storage space.

“Are you okay?” She looks at you concerned.

“What do you mean,” you stare at her confused.

“I heard….Judy has been spreading around something about you. She said that both the guys found out about each other and left you alone crying on the floor yesterday,” she leans in to give you a hug.

You are still as you try take in what she has just said.

“Judy said,” you repeat gently moving out of her arms.

“Yes, she told everyone in the coffee room about it and they told people. I ended up finding out about it from Jin from the law department.”

“Oh wow, who knew my love life would be so interesting to others, I’m fine, it will all blow over soon. Judy can gossip all she want’s, that’s the least of my worries.”

“Yeah, she’s probably like that because her husband didn’t even come, just ignore her,” your supportive friend says whilst giving you a friendly smile.

“I will,” you smile back touched by her concern.

Judy on the other hand, you will find a way of dealing with her later, she is becoming rather troublesome, you think as you walk back into the office ignoring the stares and finishing the preparations for the presentation.

At 10:15 you set up your slides on the projector and you stand up in front of everyone, there are about 15 people in this room, mostly senior staff and a few secretaries but before you start Hoseok walks in with the new CEO and they sit down at the back.

You don’t let it phase you and commence to giving your presentation. You make eye contact with everyone and speak clearly as you go through each slide. At the end a few of the senior staff members even ask you a few questions and you respond as best as you can before everyone nods their heads in agreement that this companies sustainability is fairly good with a few questionable aspects that you pointed out but still with further investigation you can find a suitable solution to meet the standards.

The new CEO claps his hands “I like this presentation, it looks as though you did a lot of in-depth research into the company and have a rather knowledgeable understanding of sustainability in that industry,” he nods his head and whispers something to Hoseok who also nods his head.

“Thank you,” you respond and with that the CEO and Hoseok get up and leave. They are followed by some senior staff and as you shut down everything on the computer you hear two females whispering near you.

“Is that her?” one says to the other.

“Yes, that’s her, did you see the way her face lit up when the CEO said something to her, maybe she wants to add a third guy to her group of men,” the other replies.

Your face starts to heat up and you click the X button repeatedly on the powerpoint presentation. [not responding] appears at the top.

“Didn’t you hear that those two guys she was sleeping with left her crying on the floor after she was caught,” they both start laughing before getting up and leaving.

And of course that is when the computer finally shuts down.

Your face is still burning up as you exit the meeting room so you decide to go to the ladies bathroom instead of the office so you can at least cool down with some cold water.

As you enter the bathroom you instantly hear Judy’s voice and to no one’s surprise she’s retelling what happened yesterday. Does this woman have nothing better to do, you think annoyed now.

“Do you have nothing better to do than gossip about my life?” You say, completely done ignoring this shit now.

She turns around and starts laughing whilst looking at the two women she was just telling the story too. They both look down and manoeuvre around you to leave the bathroom.

“It’s not really gossip if it happened is it, it’s more like facts,” she says with a smug face.

“So it’s facts then that your husband of less than a year only married you for money but now that he knows you’re not as rich as you pretended to be his already moved on to his next suga mamma,” when you finish speaking you see the hate through her eyes, she begins to grind her teeth and for the first time today you have found something to smile about.

“At least I’m not a fucking dirty slut…”

…….

Everything unexpectedly goes dark. You remember grabbing Judy’s hair and her pulling your hair in reverse. You are both screaming at each other and then someone’s pulling you away from her.

“I have never been in a fight before,” you say to a stranger sitting next to you. Is this the person who pulled you away? You don’t know where you are. You can’t believe what you have just done. You just snapped and…

“You can go in now,” the secretary speaks looking at you and you stand up and head into the room. When you enter you see Hoseok sitting behind the desk. Oh yeah, you remember his been promoted to a partner now.

He gives you a disappointed look and tells you to sit down. You do as you are told.

“You don’t know how saddened I was to hear that you of all people were in a fight inside the building, this is unacceptable __,”

“I’m sorry,” you manage to say with your head facing down.

“Why? Everything was going so well for you here, after that brilliant presentation we were even discussing promoting you next month,” he stops and lets out a heavy sigh. But you don’t say anything.

“If it was up to me I would have just told you both to go home for the day and calm down but with new management and the company looking to go on in a new more positive direction I have no choice but to suspend your contract indefinitely.”

A single tear rolls down your face and you get up saying “I’m sorry,” before walking out of the office.

You want to cry but you don’t. Not here. You hold back the tears and lift your head up high as you march outside the hallway down the stairs and outside the building.

Suspend your contract indefinitely….you hear again and again in your head. You carry on walking and then search inside your bag. You can’t find your wallet. Of course of all days today is the day you forget it at home. You search your bag and find some change that is enough for a bus to take you home.

You stand at the bus stop your mind in disarray as to what has transpired in the last 48 hours. You start to feel light headed all of a sudden so you go to sit down on the bench as you wait for the bus. Sitting down makes you feel a little bit better.

Shortly after the bus arrives and you pay for your ticket but as you are walking towards the seats at the back that light headed feeling returned, everything starts spinning and darkness overcomes you and the last thing you see is the floor moving towards you.

…………

“young lady, young lady,” you hear as you half open your eyes. Is she an angel? You see a figure surrounded by white lights.

“Can I ask for your pin so I can call someone to get you,” the angel speaks. You blink a few times and then mouth 4599 before closing your eyes and letting the darkness consume you again.

……….

That is until a loud beeping sound wakes you up. You squeeze your eyes shut and then lick your dry lips. You slowly open your eyes and then blink a few more times. Surprisingly you feel a lot better than you did before. When your eyes finally adjust to the unfamiliar surroundings that look like a hospital room you then honestly curse the heavens for making you end up here.

“How are you feeling?” a deep strained voice says. You turn to the side of your bed and see Jimin sitting on the chair beside you with his eyes red holding your hand.

You blink a few more times, I must have really bumped my head hard when I fainted, no way Jimin….

The door slides open and Jungkook followed by a nurse enter the room.

Jimin’s hand instantly releases yours and he leans back into the chair.

“Ah, good you are finally awake,” the nurse smiles at you. She looks peppy you observe.

“It looks like you fainted on the bus and an ambulance was called to get you. I’m sorry I wasn’t sure about an emergency contact so I called the two numbers you call the most,” she smiles.

Really lady…..you just stare at her blankly not even bothered to fake a smile.

“We took your bloods when you arrived and the doctor should be here with the results, but there’s nothing to worry about, these things do happen but mostly it’s nothing serious,” she finishes her sentence and then reaches down to pick up your chart and begins writing something down.

Whilst she does that you look at Jungkook at the end of the room with his arms crossed on his chest. The corners of your mouth ever so slightly lift up. He came, he didn’t have to but he still came.

Looking from Jungkook who is facing the ground to Jimin on the chair a part of you feels a little bit of joy as this has confirmed that even though they’re both mad at you when they knew that you were in trouble they still came.

The door suddenly slides open and the doctor enters.

“You must be __, how are you feeling?” He asks looking at you and then nurse all the way down to the papers in his hands.

“So your blood results have come back and they show that…” he pauses and looks at Jungkook who is behind him facing the ground and Jimin on the chair who has suddenly sat up.

“Congratulations, you are currently three weeks pregnant.”

The room falls silent.

………………….

“Hahahahahahahaha,” you start laughing and strangely enough you can’t stop…

You are pregnant.

“Hahaha,” you carry on laughing. The doctor and nurse join you. “It is indeed wonderful news, congratulations, do you know who the father is?” The nurse asks all cheerful and innocent like.

And you laugh even louder, do i….do i?

“Of course, his in this room with us at this very moment,” the only problem is I don’t know which one of the two guys in here is the father.

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