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Behold the beauty mask!

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Description : A trip to Malta for the shooting of Bon Voyage seems peaceful enough until the moment things take an unexpected turn...

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Two days.

That’s how long it had been since you hadn’t seen the boys. You hadn’t even been able to exchange messages because your mom kept insisting that you keep your phone as far away from you as possible.

But thank heavens it was over now.

The birthday had gone smoothly and you could finally go back to what you had planned to do.

You were now sitting on a chair, a camera looming over you and your bodyguard standing a few feet away.

You had changed to black shorts since it was scorching hot and put a cap on your head, but except for that you were still wearing the same clothes from two days ago.

Curse you and your insufferable messiness.

You had one hour till the plane took off so you decided to spend that time devouring a hamburger all by yourself.

Then you thought twice and got two other ones - one for the cameraman and one for the bodyguard, though the latter refused to eat on duty.

“Well, I guess more for us then”, you said with a mouthful and split it in half with the cameraman.

Taking big bites, you opened the front camera and started recording a video.

You film the hamburger first and then let your face get in the view.

“Now I know what you’re probably thinking. Isn’t that a tasty - looking piece of art? For sure it is. You must be over there starving while I enjoy this beauty.But no worries fellas. I will join you in no time. So long, my brethren.”

You’re about to finish recording but then you zoom in into your eye.

“Oh and Tae - hyung, please tell me you haven’t broken my record on Temple Run or I’ll kill you.Byeeee”.

You turn off the camera and go back to eating.

Ten minutes later you get a video-message.

What you first see is Tae holding his phone in front of the camera showing his Temple Run username with the score attached.

It was a long number.

It had a lot of zeros.

That cheeky little bastard.

He moves the phone around showing you the rest of the members, and to your betrayal, they are sitting on a yacht drinking champagne off of fancy glasses.

You involuntarily gasp. So much for them starving.

They all wave at the camera when noticing it, specifically Jin who grabs the phone from Taehyung’s hands.

“Y/N how many times have I told you not to talk with your mouth full!”

“But hyung, you do it all the time.” A voice is heard.

Jimin.

You huff a laugh through your nose.

“Anyways…” Jin glares at Jimin and continues. “Don’t eat too much or you’ll get sick. See you soon.”

He passes the phone to the others and the first person to grab it is Jungkook.

“Hey Y/N . We’ve missed you a lot.There is no one to tease and we’re starting to grow bored. Hurry up, please. Love you.”

He gives you a finger heart.

You start hearing a faint thump, that grows louder and faster by the second.

Oh right , it’s your own heart this time.

Why the hell is it beating so fast?

Thank god the camera moves to Jimin.

He does the same.

“Love you, Y/N.”

Then Hoseok.

Namjoon.

When Yoongi gets into view, his head is turned to the side. Everyone waits for him.

“I’m gonna stay here till you say it”, says Taehyung, holding the camera.

“Love you, Y/N.” He finally manages, unbothered and still not looking.

Everyone laughs their asses off.

You included.

Everyone knows that Yoongi isn’t the type to show his affection, but he will still be so loving and caring to others.It made your heart hurt and you were suddenly reminded of all the times he would require for his hand to be held.

The video comes to an end.

There was this churning feeling on your stomach and you didn’t really know if it was from Yoongi’s adorableness, Jungkook’s showcase of emotions or all together.

You abandon the rest of the hamburger and look straight at the camera.

“I think I’m gonna be sick.”

* * *

Things had gotten pretty weird lately. You got easily flustered at the most subtle affection, and you didn’t really know how to feel about it.

But one thing was for sure.

You had to get things under control or people would start having suspicions.

So, you decide to act as your most uncaring, goofy self and turn everything that comes at your way a hilarious scenario.

You exit the airport of Valetta and take a look around the area.

The heat is so intense, it makes your skin prickle. If you keep walking around under the sun like this, your skin will be burnt like hell. You take out the sunscreen and start applying it on to your arms, legs and every visible sliver of skin.

However, when it comes to your face, you just stuff your hands full of the substance and smear it carelessly until you look like you put on a beauty mask.

“I wish I had some cucumber slices right now”, you say, your eyes the only thing able to be seen.

People stare at you incredulously, but you ignore them and keep walking.

Al least you were amusing to look at.

“What am I supposed to do now?” You ask the cameraman.

He gives you a map of the city and you spot an area circled with red.

“That’s the place where the members are staying. You have to find it by yourself. Here is your allowance,” the cameraman says and hands you an envelope. You peek at the envelope and see 100 dollars nicely folded.

Giving him a crooked smile, you put a hand on your hip.

“Hyung-nim, did I ever tell how well you do your job?”

The cameraman chokes back a laugh.

“We don’t know where the place is either.”

Your smile faints and the corners of your lips turn downwards, disappointed.

“Oh well, it looks like we have a lot of work to do,” you say and grab the map from his hands.

* * *

After a long ride on the bus, you were exhausted but you didn’t let it show. Dragging your suitcase behind you, you hum to yourself fragments of your incomplete songs. Your face still looked like you had stuffed it in cocaine, and that only made pedestrians throw weird glances at you, but you just smiled and waved.

You were absolutely enjoying this.

The whole place was so aesthetically pleasing with all the beige dwellings, reflecting off the sun, and the waves crashing into the shore. The warm breeze tickled your skin and you tasted the salt in the air.

You felt like your lungs were filled to the brim with the fresh oxygen.

If you were completely honest with yourself, you had been a little sceptic about coming to Malta out of all places, but now you understand that you had been utterly wrong.

This…. this is was something different.

This was something you could very well live with.

You take another deep breath and close your eyes, but then a giggle makes you open them again.

A little kid is pointing at you from a few feet away and laughing his ass off, due to the sight of your “beauty mask”.

You sigh deeply and keep walking.

At last you arrive at the location.

A tall building towers over you and you push the bell button on the number of your assigned apartment.

No answer.

You wait for a couple more minutes, and sigh in frustration.

“Why aren’t they answering?”

“Maybe they’ve gone out,” the cameraman says.

You bite your fist into your mouth and take out your phone.

You punch the call button on the first contact you see.

“Hey, Y/N !” Hoseok replies.

“Why aren’t you answering the door? I’m outside.”

“You came already? Why didn’t you warn us? We’re having breakfast at a nearby restaurant.”

“You’re having breakfast without me?” I say incredulously.

“Were we supposed to starve until you arrived?”

“Hyung, there’s a camera over here, don’t make me swear at you.”

Hoseok cackles and hangs up.

He then sends you the location of the restaurant.

Good.

It’s not far.

You are about to leave, but you immediately catch sight of your reflection on a glass door.

The so called ’ mask ’ has wrinkled and it’s crumpling all over you.

What in the world had you been thinking?

You fish some wet tissues out of your backpack and rub them into your face.

The sunscreen rips free off your skin easily and you touch the soft surface of your cheeks.

“Wow, I should try this more often,” you say to the camera.

After a short walk you catch sight of the restaurant Hoseok told you about.

It’s pretty nice, next to the shore and all.

You unconsciously fasten your steps, eager to finally meet them.

They’re sitting all together around a big table and they seem so happy, talking and making jokes with each other.

It pulls at the strings of your heart.

You hadn’t even realized how much you missed them until now.

You break through the crowd of people, maneuvering with your suitcase right at your side.

The first one to notice you is Jimin, who stops mid - talking and smiles so widely, his eyes turn into crescents.

“Y/N!” He yells.

“Jimin-ssi!” You yell back.

He gets up from the table and breaks into a run, straight at you.

You are frozen into place when he jumps and wraps himself around you like a koala.

Your hands find his back, holding him into place, and you squeeze.

“What took you so long?” He asks, your hair muffling his voice.

“Traffic was horrible,"you say through a smile.” And hyung, why are you so light? Have you been eating well recently?“

He lowers himself onto the ground and ruffles your short hair. The length is right below your neck, more like a bob, so his action makes it stand in all directions.

"I have been stuffing my face like a pig,” he continues.“ Just like you do.”

“Tell me something I don’t know.”

You catch him in a headlock and ruffle his own blonde head.

The others get up from the table as well, welcoming you with warm smiles.

You first hug Jin and then proceed to do the same with Namjoon, Hoseok and Taehyung, who to your surprise is getting all teared up.

“No way!” You say, a mix of shock and amusement on your face.

“Kim Taehyung is crying for me?”

“No, I’m not,” he says and sniffles.

You laugh out loud and pull him into another hug.

“Do you know how many times Jungkook beat me playing Overwatch?” He continues with a whiny voice.

Your eyes flick to Jungkook, who is looking at the both of you with a cocky smile. You shake your head in exasperation and attempt to free yourself from his arms but he refuses to let go.

“Hyung, you’re choking me,” you croak.

“Oh right, sorry.”

He releases you and offers a boxy smile, not a trace of sadness on his face.

Damn it, he’s a good actor.

Pulling off the most normal expression you can muster, you move on to Jungkook.

He still has that stupid smirk on his face, so you close the distance between you in two long strides and lift him up by his legs. He’s caught off guard, but he recovers quickly and tips his head backwards, laughing out loud.

“We have ourselves another muscle pig!” Namjoon exclaims.

Still carrying Kookie, you contemplate whether putting on a show of carelessness was the best thing to do.

You had tried to look all nice and comfortable being close to him, but now you were having second thoughts.

You put him down and plaster another smile on your face.

“I think I broke my back.”

Hoseok wheezes.

You take a seat and start nibbling at the food lying on the table.

“Hey, hands off, that’s mine! ” Jin complains as you take a bite out of the delicious pizza.

You take another huge bite, just to spite him.

“So, how did your trip go? ” Asks Hoseok.

“Well” , you say with a mouthful. “ I went all the way to Daegu just to give Hyun-Woo a present.

Came back here, took the bus and here I am.”

“How long did it take for you to find the building and all that?” Asks Jimin.

“About fifteen minutes, I guess.”

They all stare at you.

You stop chewing.

“What?”

“We wandered for about two hours yesterday and we even split into two groups, so we could find it more easily.”

You resume chewing and shrug.

“I’m good with directions, I guess.”

“Oh and by the way, you’re gonna have to choose a room for you to sleep.” Says Taehyung. “We’ll see who you’ll get coupled with.”

“I hope I get the single room, ” you say and barely swallow.

You didn’t like the sound of this.

What if you got coupled with Jungkook?

You steal a glance at him, and see the way he has stuffed his cheeks with food. For some strange reason, you couldn’t stop staring at his longish curls.

He had decided to grow his hair out and you couldn’t deny that it suited him perfectly, even though you would never admit such a thing in front of him.

Then, out of the blue his eyes flick to yours and he catches you staring.

“What?” He says.

You narrow his eyes at him.

“You have tomato sauce on your chin.”

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Trainwreck (Chapter 4)

Trigger Warning: Violence, drug abuse

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Camila is currently on her private jet, boredly flipping through a fashion magazine as she devours the mouth watering hamburger in front of her, made personally by her celebrity chef on board. She has on her favorite pair of Beats Headphones, which costs a fortune by the way, an oversized thrasher hoodie, ridiculously expensive white Gucci sneakers covered in diamonds, and a pair of jeans so tight that the young pop star can literally feel her balls suffocating.

Camila shifts awkwardly in her seat, subtly adjusting herself, and sighs. This day can’t possibly get any worse. First, she woke up with an excruciating hang over due to the large amount of alcohol she consumed the night before in a failed attempt to get rid of the stress of returning back to her hometown. Then, her psychotic ‘girlfriend’ came over, unannounced might she add, and gave her a long ass, completely unnecessary lecture instead of keeping her mouth shut and fucking her like she usually does.

Although it may not seem too obvious at times, Camila does care for Ariana—a little. She’s not completely heartless, at least that’s what she tells herself. What’s not to like? Ariana is beautiful, generous, and talented. And, the fact that she's amazing in bed is another plus.

But the fact of the mater is that Camila wants a girlfriend, not a second mother. She can’t handle the nagging and the constant arguing because even though she’s a year younger than the Italian singer, she absolutely hates being treated like a child.

People in her life are always controlling her. They tell her when to wake up, when to eat, when to leave her house, when to go to sleep, and the list goes on. She has enough on her plate as it is as one of the biggest celebrities in the world. And the truth is, Camila misses just being a normal kid more than anything. She misses the times when she could walk around without the fear of being recognized and trampled by fans. She misses the days when she couldn’t be forced in a relationship she doesn’t want to be in and could actually be happy with the girl she loves. But most of all, she misses the days when she could just sleep in, not having to worry about pleasing her fans, the label executives, and ugh, her mother.

Just the thought of her overbearing mother causes Camila to roll her eyes in annoyance. Why the hell is she always ten inches up my ass?!? she thinks to herself. Camila knows that her mother loves her and genuinely thinks that she does what she thinks is best, but after a certain point, the love can quickly become overwhelming.

Camila’s thoughts are interrupted when she notices her mother set the iPad that is literally always glued to her hands down on her seat. She gulps, suddenly feeling nervous, when she sees the older woman beginning to stand up.

Oh fuck, she’s coming, Camila says in her head dreadfully. Maybe if I look back down at the magazine, she’ll decide to ignore—

“Karla! Karla, can you hear me?”

Camila rolls her eyes at sound of her mother calling her by her first name. She knows that she prefers to go by Camila, but yet, every goddamn time that her mother calls her, which is annoyingly often, she always seems to forget.

“For God sakes, Mother! I can fucking hear you. I don’t even have any music playing.”

Sinu huffs, offended by the way her daughter has just spoken to her. If they weren’t currently surrounded by staff, she would take of her chancla and teach her spoiled brat a lesson.

“I would appreciate if you didn’t use that tone with me,” she snaps, pushing her glasses up her nose and smoothing down her skirt. When Sinu takes a moment to look her daughter up and down, she scrunches up her nose. From her unruly hair and the grease dripping down her chin, thanks to her delicious looking hamburger, to her outfit, her daughter looks far from the biggest pop star in the world. “And must you dress like such a hoodlum? Karla, you know how I feel about your uh… masculine tastes.”

“This 'hoodlum’ outfit costs more than your annual salary before I so kindly hired you as my manager. Don’t forget that,” Camila snaps. How long was this airplane ride anyway? If she’s forced to spend another moment with her mother, she’ll literally rip her hair out.

Sinu decides to ignore Camila’s rude comment for the sake of the staff that look like they are about to gauge their own eyes out from their incessant arguing. Instead, she grabs a couple of napkins from the small table in front of her and gently wipes the grease off of Camila’s face. When the younger girl whines and tries to pull away, Sinu grabs her by the chin and says, “Can you stay still for one second?”

Camila crosses her arms over her chest, accepting defeat. She reluctantly stays still as her mother tries tidying up her hair, but at this point, it’s a lost cause. She has Ariana to blame for that.

“How long until we land?” the younger Latina asks impatiently.

Sinu pushes up the sleeve of her expensive blazer to check the time on her clearly outdated watch. “We should be there in about fifteen minutes.”

“Thank God. I need to get off this fucking plane,” she responds dramatically, throwing her head back against the small window behind her. Camila winces and rubs the back of her head, realizing that she probably should’ve taken the hard glass behind her into account.

Perfect. Now I can add that to the list of terrible things that have happened to me today.

“Don’t worry, Karla. You’ll be home with you father soon. Meanwhile, I have to worry about flying back to L.A,” she says disdainfully. “I’m going to be stuck on this plane all day.”

Camila gasps and feels her heart stop at her mother’s words. Her palms suddenly feel sweaty and she starts finding it hard to breathe.

No. This can't be.

“Wait,” she says tentatively. “You’re not staying in Miami with me? You’re expecting me to stay with Dad by myself?”

Sinu is genuinely shocked at Camila’s reaction. This entire time, she had thought that her daughter would be relieved that she was staying across the country.

“Yes, Karla. This was the plan all along, wasn’t it?”

Suddenly, Camila feels her blood run cold. Is her mother fucking insane?!? Does she suddenly have extreme memory loss?!?

“Then why did you come on the plane in the first place?”

“Because I know how nervous you are about going to Miami. I wanted to support you.”

Camila ignores her mother’s statement, sweet as it is.

“You can't leave me alone with him, Mom.”

“Why not?”

“You know why!” she responds tearfully. “Please, I am begging you, do not leave me alone with that man!”

“That man is your father, Karla. And you will treat him as such.”

“Mami—”

“End of discussion! When you get off this plane, your spoiled ass is going straight to your father’s house!” Sinu exclaims. Her eyes are bugging out of her head at this point and her face is beet red. She takes a few moments to calm herself down before she continues with, “What is wrong with you? Why don’t you want to see him? You haven’t seen him or your sister in months.”

Camila quickly wipes at her tears and distances herself from her mother as much as she can on the small couch they are sitting on. She can’t believe her mother is actually leaving her in Miami to fend for herself. Who will protect her? Who will be there for her when she gets out of control?

“You know what? Forget it,” she responds while shaking her head. “Just get me off this stupid plane before I go fucking ballistic.”

Sinu senses that Camila still has something to say, but she decides to drop it. After the stunt her daughter pulled, the older woman knows that she can’t risk coming off as soft. She needs to stand her ground and play the role of a responsible parent that can properly discipline her kids.

It’s a few more minutes before the plane lands safety at the Miami International Airport. Camila doesn’t wait a single moment before grabbing all of her luggage, not even saying goodbye to her mother, and hopping off the plane.

Thankfully, her trusted bodyguards, Big Rob and Dwayne, are at her side. Because as soon as she makes her way to the passage that was supposed to be kept secret that leads to her black van meant to take her to her father’s house, she is suddenly surrounded by screaming fans.

And no, she’s not just surrounded by a a few dozen of them. As she struggles to make her way through the airport, hundreds of horny teenage girls and boys crowd around her, yelling her name, taking pictures, and begging for her autograph.

“Camila, I love you!”

“Camila, you’re so hot!”

“Camila, follow me on twitter!”

Although the constant praise she receives whenever she’s in public used to make Camila smile, the young pop star feels that she can no longer stand the sound of people demanding things from her. She should feel grateful for all the love the people currently blocking her van are giving her, but right now, the only true thing they’re giving her is a massive migraine.

But, the people Camila Cabello truly hates are the paparazzi. Ugh, fucking assholes.

“Hey Camila! How many whores are you gonna fuck in Miami? Is is true you’re cheating on Ariana Grande?” one of the paparazzo shout.

“Camila! How could you be dumb enough to participate in illegal street-racing? Did your father not raise you right?”

Camila grits her teeth at that last comment, resisting the urge to grab the dickhead’s camera and smash it to the ground. She’s done that in the past and she really doesn’t need to add another lawsuit to her belt, especially after the whole street-racing incident.

Overwhelmed by the feeling of bright lights flashing in her eyes, Camila reaches into the small backpack resting on her shoulders for her darkest pair of sunglasses. Ah much better, shethinks to herself as she puts them on.

After a long struggle and the help of her bodyguards, Camila is finally able to make it safely inside the van. However, before she is able to pull up her tinted window and leave the crowded airport, a letter from a fan manages to find its way inside. Without even bothering to look at it, Camila rolls her eyes and immediately tosses it out of the vehicle. She hears a few gasps from the fans, but she ignores them and immediately orders her chauffeur to get them the hell out of there.

…

“Do you need us to wait out here for you?”

“No, Dwayne. You can tell the guy driving my car to leave it here and get in the van with you guys,” Camila responds. “Besides, I’m staying with my Dad my entire time here. You can all go home.”

“Thank you, Ms. Cabello,” Dwayne and Big Rob answer simultaneously.

Camila gives them a quick nod before hopping out of the car, all of her luggage in tow. The pop star frowns as she watches the van drive off, realizing that this is it. She's really back in Miami and she's really staying with her father.

God help me.

Camila is filled with a sense of dread as as she makes her way to the porch of the house she grew up in. The house is quite small, only two stories high, and is probably the most ordinary home in Miami. The grass is green, perfectly clipped, and littered with various fruits and vegetables, planted by her father.

Camila smiles as she takes a peek of what she can see in the backyard where she spent so much time as a child. In it resides a big slide, a swing set and a barely noticeable sandbox, where she notices that the feet of a few Barbie dolls are sticking out of the sand. The young pop star chuckles. Typical Sofi.

When Camila makes her way back to the front of the house, a grimace immediately takes over her entire face. On one of the windows is a big sign reading: BLUE LIVES MATTER. It’s so typical of her father, him being a cop and a staunch republican. Ew.

A few seconds later, Camila is finally standing in front of the door of her childhood home. For the second time that day, her palms are sweaty, her mouthy is dry, and she can’t stop shaking.

Get a hold of yourself, you pussy, and open that door! she says to herself.

Ok. She’s gonna do it. She’s really gonna knock on the door. Camila takes a few deep breaths and finally:

*Knock Knock*

Ok one step down, one to go. All she needs to do now is wait for—

Camila is startled by the sound of her father roughly opening the front door. She immediately takes a few steps back to avoid another head injury.

It’s then that Alejandro Cabello emerges from the house, beer in hand and a permanent scowl etched on his face. It’s clear that he’s only just come home from work as he’s still in his uniform and has yet to take of his pants to lounge in front of the television in his boxers like he usually does. Camila gulps, intimidated by her father’s harsh stare. Damn if looks could kill…

“H-hi Dad,” she finally finds the courage to say. Her father clearly wasn’t going to be the one to start the conversation, so she figured, why not?

“What are you doing here,” Alejandro answers gruffly. If he’s tying to hide the fact that he doesn’t want to see his daughter, he’s definitely not doing a good job at at.

Camila clears her throat nervously, uncomfortable under his gaze. She hasn’t seen him in months and this is how he welcomes her?

“Um… you didn’t hear? Mom’s forcing me to stay here with you guys for a couple of months. I’m going back to high—”

“Staying here? Like hell you are,” Alejandro huffs, folding his arms across his chest causing a bit of his beer to spill over.

“What do you mean 'like hell you are?’ Where am I supposed to go?”

When her father doesn’t answer her, continuing to stare her down, Camila asks, “Look, can I come inside? I’m burning up out here.” Even at night, the Miami heat is unbearable. The young pop star feels like she’s on the verge of passing out.

Surprisingly, her father moves aside and allows his daughter to enter the home. The house looks the exact same way it did before Camila left for her world tour. While most people would find comfort in that, the young Latina doesn’t. It just shows her that absolutely nothing has changed, and that scares the crap out of her.

The kitchen is relatively clean, except for the few beer bottles that litter the counter. A quick glance at the stove tells Camila that her dad is boiling some pasta, the only food he knows how to cook. Well, that explains all of the empty takeout boxes practically spilling out of the garbage can.

Camila walks to the fridge and smiles as she observes all of the pictures stuck to it with little magnets. She sees a picture she’s never seen of Sofi in what she assumes is her first day of school and a cute old photo of her parents. However, her smile disappears when she realizes that all of the photos with her in them are gone.

She’s either been cut out of the pictures with the use of a scissor, made obvious by the jagged edges on many of the photos, or had pictures of her taken off the fridge altogether.

Camila sniffles as tears begin to sting her eyes. Coming here was a mistake; she can feel it in her bones.

Camila is startled by the sound of her father’s booming voice once again. She had not expected him to be so close.

“I don’t care where you go as long as it’s as far away from here as possible. Why don’t you go to that penthouse you wasted so much of your money on?”

Alejandro’s words sting a lot more than they should. It seems like whatever Camila does, she’s never good enough for her father.

“B-but I bought that house for you and Sofi. We were all supposed to move in months ago—

"We don't need your money,” he interrupts. “And we certainly don’t need you.”

“Dad…”

Although expected, the harsh words that stumble out of Alejandro’s mouth next rock Camila to her core.

“I need you to leave this place and never come back.”

“What? Why?”

“You go months without visiting your family and expect a warm welcome?” he responds menacingly. “Well you are not going to get one!”

“Dad, I’ve been on tour all over the world. And I’ve been recording my album—”

“I don’t give a damn about what you’ve been doing! You were here for a show just last month. But instead of coming home to see your little sister, you decided to whore yourself around at a club!”

“I…” Camila begins, realizing her mistake. 'I’m sorry.“

"Save your apologies!” he exclaims so loudly that his voice reverberates around the entire house. Camila prays that the neighbors didn’t hear that. “You’re a bad influence on Sofia and I don’t want you anywhere near her. I will not let you poison her with your lifestyle!”

“Dad, she’s my baby sister. P-please. I need to see her. I feel like she barely knows who I am.”

“Maybe that’s for the best. Do you have any idea how much of a disappointment you’ve been, Karla? Having sexual relations with women, taking drugs, spending all your money on a bunch of useless crap you don’t need! And let’s not forget about that atrocity between your legs.”

Camila knows that she’s made a lot of mistakes since she rose to fame just four years ago. She acknowledges that at most times, she’s a dick. She acknowledges that despite this, she often doesn’t feel guilty about her attitude.

But her father’s hatred towards her runs so much deeper than his disappointment for all of her mistakes. No, her father has always hated her, no matter what she’s done to make him happy. She would study her ass off and get the best grades in school, she would clean the entire house without being asked to, she would get him extravagant Father’s Day gifts, even when she had no money, just to try to make him smile. But it was never enough.

Camila knows that she’ll never win her father’s love that she so desperately craves. He will never accept her because of her sexuality and the deformity between her legs. She’s a monster in his eyes, and he’s always made that very clear.

“Dad, I know that you hate me but—”

“Oh, I more than hate you, Karla. I loathe you. I’ve loathed you since the day you were born and I’ll loathe you until the day you die. Your mother should’ve gotten that abortion when she had the chance.”

Camila’s mother gave birth to her at a young age, back when she still lived in Cuba in poverty. But Camila never considered the fact that her parents wanted to get rid of her at some point. Her parents never wanted her. No one does.

“P-please. Stop—”

“I want you out of this house. Now.”

“I’m not leaving until I see Sofi. Please, just tell me where she is!”

But before Camila has another second to think, she’s suddenly overwhelmed by the harsh pain of her father slapping her right across the face. She gasps, grasping her stinging cheek before falling to the ground.

Alejandro doesn’t stop there. He delivers a few kicks to his daughter’s stomach, ignoring the way she howls in pain, before climbing on top of her and punching her in the face a few times, leaving her bloody and bruised.

“D-Dad! Stop, please! I-I’m begging you! Stop!”

But he doesn’t stop. He stands up again, pulling his daughter’s legs apart, making room for his target. He smirks, proud of the damage he’s just done to his child, before delivering one last kick with all of his might— right to Camila’s crotch.

Camila doubles over in pain and lets out a heart wrenching cry before immediately reaching to cradle her genitals in agony. The tears don’t stop streaming down her face. She feels her heart literally break in two when she looks up to see her father staring down at her— smiling. He’s clearly satisfied with what he’s just done.

“Not so strong when your mother’s not here to defend you, are you?”

Instead of answering him, Camila let’s out another whimper of pain. Her body trembles in fear as her father leans down to take a hold of the collar of her sweatshirt, his grip suffocating.

“Now get out! You are no daughter of mine. Next time you come back here, I won’t be so easy on you,” he says as he continues tightening his hold on the pop star’s sweater. Alejandro can almost see the life draining out of Camila’s eyes as he squeezes, and for a moment, he’s tempted to squeeze even harder. But then, he decides that as a cop, it wouldn’t be wise to kill the teenager. He’ll let her go, for now.

As soon as her father loosens his grip, his breath still hot on Camila’s face, the young Latina immediately scrambles up with all the strength she has left runs out the front door. She stops and takes one last look at her small, two-story home, realizing that she’ll probably never see it again.

Tears burn her eyes when she realizes that, even worse, she’ll never see her little sister again. She’ll never get to hold her tiny hand as they walk down the street. She’ll never get to snuggle up with her on a cold winter’s night, each of them holding a large mug of hot chocolate, as they watch Disney movies together. She’ll never get to tuck her sister in her adorable princess sheets and read her her favorite bed time story after a long day of playing in the backyard. And finally, she’ll never be able to look into her beautiful brown eyes again, so similar to her own, and realize that she has a person that’s truly there for her, a person that is unaware of all the past mistakes she’s made and loves her unconditionally.

When Camila finally makes it safely to her car that someone on her team left outside for her, she locks herself inside and repeatedly pounds her head against the steering wheel before drowning herself in her own tears. She cries and cries until she has no more tears to shed and reluctantly starts her car.

When she arrives at the penthouse that she originally purchased for her father and sister, Camila is tempted to cry again until she remembers that she’s already cried herself out completely.

Camila’s Miami Penthouse

As Camila steps inside, she thinks of how luckily, she had already furnished the home as a favor to her father, so she’ll at least have some furniture to sleep on tonight. However, sleep is definitely not on Camila’s itinerary tonight.

The first thing she does when she walks in is take a seat at the bar she has installed in her living room. She reaches into her backpack that has been on her shoulders all day and extracts a large bottle of Vodka.

Perfect for numbing the pain, she thinks as she sniffles and rubs at her eyes, so sensitive from all the crying.

After taking a few swigs straight from the bottle, Camila reaches into her back pocket and takes out a small baggie filled with a white, powder-like substance.

This is a habit that Camila has developed in the last few years, overwhelmed by the amount of work she’s put in for her profession. Without an ounce of regret, Camila empties the contents onto the bar’s counter, takes out a credit card to make a few lines, and sniffs up all of the cocaine she had in her possession.

At this point, Camila can’t give a single damn about any of the consequences. If she dies, who will miss her anyway?

Her parents hate her and she’s never allowed to see her little sister again. In addition to that, she managed to betray the greatest love of her life, one of the only people in this world that truly loved her for her and not the fame or the money.

As Camila sits at the bar of her penthouse, way too spacious for one person, she realizes that she is completely and utterly alone.

…

I’m sorry for the angst guys :(

This fic is really important to me because Camila’s relationship with her father is inspired by the one that I have with my own dad (slightly exaggerated but you get my point lol). So if you guys left some feedback on my Wattpad account (@xlaurmanix) and shared this with your friends, it would mean the world to me ❤️

Thank you guys for reading, and I’ll update as soon as I can!

#UPDATE #series #AU #g!p #slash #trigger warning #camren #laurmani #alren #laurinah #angst drama #family #humour #submission #Trainwreck

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thepatricktreestump · 7 years

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Saudade: Ch19

Ever since Tyler and Josh started working on the new album, they had been hanging out nonstop. Which also meant, Jenna had been hanging around you more often as well. She never brought up the subject again, unless you two were for sure alone. She wasn’t as bold about suggesting other ideas either, but instead stayed more quiet, and served as someone to vent to or propose ideas of your own. Josh was extra caring and sweet, always having his arm wrapped around you or letting you lean on his shoulder, holding your hand or letting you sit on his lap, cuddling you up to his side or having your legs draped over his. Tyler was even starting to be more vocal with you, which made you suspicious at first, but later happier. He took time to ask you how your day was going and check up to see how Josh was treating you, and even occasionally brought you over some cookies or a cinnamon roll to share with Josh in the early morning. You assumed this sudden change was due to the whole week of isolation, but a small voice in your mind still tempted to convince you that it was Jenna exposing the information instead.

Spending so much time with Jenna freaked you out at first, mainly because she knew your secret, but later, you learned that it wasn’t that bad, but instead really helpful. She was able to assist you in sorting out all the crazy thoughts and voices inside your mind, especially when they pertained to Josh and Brendon. Although she strongly disagreed with your decisions, and the choices you wished to complete in the future, she was respectful of your own opinions and what you had to say. Honestly, you had no idea where you were going. While you did truly love Josh, your heart ached for Brendon as well. It also didn’t help that all week you felt miserable.

“I think you should go to the doctor,” Josh insisted at the breakfast table one day, cutting into his stack of pancakes. “You can’t just keep taking pain killers and expecting it to magically go away.”

“I’m fine,” you insisted, drizzling syrup over what was now your third serving. You had been particularly hungry lately and you didn’t know why. Josh didn’t question it, but you had made note of the strange change of diet. “It’s probably just a bug.”

“It’s been since before the awards show,” he argued. “Remember? You almost didn’t even go, and then it’s now, what? Like a week or two later? And you still feel like shit.”

“I told you, I’m okay,” you sighed, scarfing down your pancakes. “Maybe I just ate something bad, that’s why my stomach hurts and I feel so dizzy.”

“Well let me know if anything else changes,” he instructed. “I’m worried about you.”

“Yeah,” you mumbled. “Me too.”

Later that day, you went over to Tyler and Jenna’s for lunch. They insisted on having a barbeque since it was getting sunnier outside, and Tyler also wouldn’t shut up about his new grill, so you both complied. On the way there though, you felt nauseous, head spinning, chest sore. Josh glanced over at you from the driver’s seat. “You okay?” he asked, putting a hand on your knee. “You don’t look too hot.”

“Can you roll down the window?” you whispered, closing your eyes, trying to get a grip on the situation. You felt like the world was spinning.

“Yeah, of course,” he bit down on his lower lip, worried eyes lingering on you before doing as requested, the cold breeze hitting your face.

“Thanks,” you murmured, easing back into your chair, taking a deep breath.

As soon as you arrived, Josh helped you out of the car. “You sure you don’t just want to lay on the couch for a little while?” he insisted, rubbing small circles on your back. “I’m sure Ty won’t mind.”

“I’m perfectly fine Josh,” you chuckled softly, pushing away your headache. “I just got a little overheated and had a bit of motion sickness, that’s all.”

“Josh! Y/n!” Tyler grinned, greeting you both with a hug. Jenna followed behind him, giving out hugs as well, before looking at you, catching a glimpse of something wrong in your eyes.

“Can I uh, use the restroom?” you asked awkwardly.

“Sure,” she nodded, grabbing you by the hand and leading you inside. “We’ll be back boys!”

“I don’t know why,” you sighed. “But I’ve felt miserable lately.”

“Maybe you just need a glass of water,” she shrugged. “Are you hungry?”

“Very,” you responded. “God, I’m starving.”

��Good,” she laughed. “Tyler made way too many hot dogs and hamburgers and we need someone to devour them, although, I wouldn’t be too concerned seeing as the boys eat like pigs.”

“You got that right,” you rolled your eyes with a small laugh. “I’ll be out soon, don’t worry about me. You don’t have to wait.”

“It’s alright,” she reassured. “I’ll just be out in the living room.”

You gave a small smile before locking the door behind you, walking into the bathroom, taking a deep breath. You didn’t understand why you felt so terrible all of a sudden. You ran a hand through your hair, closing your eyes, then reopening them to look in the mirror. You could see the ghost of dark bags underneath your eyelids, signs of how tired and exhausted you were. You hadn’t gotten much sleep lately. You used the restroom and then decided to join Jenna and the boys back out in the lawn for the barbeque. “How you feeling?” Josh wondered, wrapping an arm around your waist.

“Better,” you lied, trying to brighten up for the sake of the special occasion. “Can’t wait to try some of those delicious burgers.”

“I bet,” Josh chuckled. “You’ve had quite the appetite lately.”

“Thought I’d eat a little more recently,” you shrugged. “Wouldn’t hurt.”

“Well tonight, you can feast as much as you’d like,” Tyler announced proudly. “I’ve got enough food to fill the fridge with leftovers, so eat your hearts out.”

It wasn’t like you meant to eat that much, you weren’t even keep track. But it was pretty obvious you were going through hamburgers and hot dogs so fast you could barely count them all. Tyler even laughed, warning you to slow down, but you were so hungry you could barely keep yourself from relenting at the pace. “Geez Josh, do you ever feed her at home?” Jenna teased.

“I swear, she ate like twelve pancakes this morning!” he laughed.

“I’m just hungry,” you muffled out through a bite of hot dog. “Plus this food is really good.”

“What can I say?” Tyler beamed, ego shinning through and through. “I am the barbeque expert.”

“Oh shut up,” Jenna rolled her eyes, kissing him on the cheek. “You burnt like three hamburgers before you finally got the hang of it.”

“They don’t need to know that!” Tyler narrowed his eyes, making both you and Josh laugh.

“Hey uh, I hate to bother you, but I’m going to go to the restroom again,” you quickly explained, sliding out from the picnic table. “Don’t worry, I’ll be back soon.”

“You alright?” Jenna inquired.

“Yeah, yeah,” you nodded. “I’m fine.”

Truth be told, you were anything from fine. The rest of the night you felt absolutely sick to your stomach, having to go to the bathroom constantly, and even hours after Tyler had turned the grill off, you were still craving some more hot dogs. “You should let Josh take you to the doctor’s tomorrow,” Tyler insisted. “It’s for the best y/n. We don’t want you to suffer like this.”

“I’ll be fine,” you argued. “Trust me, it will come and go like everything else.”

“Come on,” Jenna decided, getting up and beckoning you to follow. “I think I have something that might help.”

“O-okay,” you stammered, deciding to go follow her.

She led you into the house, then took you to the back bedroom, opening up a closet and searching through a basket full of prescriptions. “Here,” she decided, picking out a bottle and handing it to you. “This will help soothe your stomach and hopefully stop your migraines.”

“It’s just a pain reliever,” you glanced at her.

“Yeah I know,” she rolled her eyes. “But it’ll help.”

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” you sighed, screwing open the bottle and pouring two tablets into your palm. Suddenly, you felt your stomach doing flips. “Oh god.”

“What?” her eyes grew worried. “What’s wrong?”

“I need to use the restroom,” you muttered, staggering up off the edge of the bed and heading towards the small one in the bedroom, not getting far before Jenna helped you there, rushing you towards the sink, where you vomited. “Oh fuck.” You felt your gag reflex kick in, making you hurl up more disgusting puke. “Shit I’m so sorry.” You turned the faucet on and let the rushing water clean up your mess.

“It’s okay,” Jenna handed you a towel, rubbing small circles on your back. “Just take it easy.”

“Too many hamburgers I guess,” you gave a pained smile, wiping off your mouth and gathering water in your palm, bringing it up to your lips to swish out the nasty aftertaste.

“I don’t think it’s from the food,” Jenna shook her head slowly. “Y/n, I think I know what it’s really from.”

“What do you mean?” you swallowed uncomfortably, putting down the towel on the counter, turning off the running water.

“Come here,” she guided you towards the bed and let you sit down, then returned to the closet where she had gotten the medicine.

“What are you looking for?” you narrowed your eyes.

“When you uh, had sex with Brendon, at the awards show…” she paused. “You said that was the only time in your entire life when you didn’t use protection.”

“Well yeah but,” you forced out a laugh. “You don’t think that I mean, you know, I could…”

“Your frequent urination, sudden change in hunger, dizziness, fatigue,” she began to list all your symptoms. “It would make sense.”

“What are the odds of him knocking me up the one time he doesn’t use a condom?” you chuckled nervously. “Come on Jenna, you’re being ridiculous.”

“It never hurts to check,” she shrugged, pulling out a small box from the back of the counter.

“There’s no way I’m pregnant,” you shook your head. “I’m telling you, I’m sure this is just a bug.”

“Then let’s find out,” she sighed, turning around and handing you the slender box. “One line means negative, two lines means positive.”

“I am not doing that,” you insisted. “I’m not pregnant.”

“Just please,” she took a deep breath. “Trust me on this.”

“Fine,” you grumbled, opening it up and taking out the thin stick, staring at it. You felt your stomach tied in knots as you walked towards the bathroom, closing the door, reading the instructions on the back of the box, your hands shaking.

There was no fucking way you were pregnant. Not at all. The chances of you getting pregnant that one time were like one in a billion, right? Probably not, but you forced yourself to believe it anyways. Maybe you could just take this little test, show Jenna that she’s full of bullshit, go home, take a nap, and then wake up just fine the next day. You’d feel much better and this stupid cold or flu or whatever it was would go away, and everything would return to normal. You carefully set the stick on the counter, washed your hands, and then opened up the door, watching as Jenna chewed on her lower lip, looking at you. She must be so disappointed and embarrassed to have to deal with a mess like you. You felt even more sick knowing how much shit you’ve had to put her through.

“Did you do it?” she whispered.

“Yeah,” you nodded slowly.

“Okay, we’ll leave it there and then check it before you go home with Josh,” she decided. “Let’s go out before the boys get too worried.”

The rest of the night, you couldn’t seem to focus. You were so caught up in that tiny little stupid stick sitting on the bathroom counter. What the fuck would you do if it was positive? No, don’t think that. It couldn’t be positive. There was no way. How the hell were you supposed to explain that to Brendon? Much less Josh? You decided to keep quiet and instead focus on the delicious s’mores that you all were concocting by the campfire. Josh’s arm was wrapped around you, cuddling you close to his body on the lawn chair. You watched as your marshmallow turned a perfect golden brown, smiling with satisfaction, about to pull it out of the flames, when you heard the loudest scream, startling all of you. Josh jumped in his seat, you dropped your stick with the marshmallow on it, and Jenna’s eyes widened. “Holy shit!” you heard Tyler scream again from inside, rushing out to the backyard where you were all gathered, running towards Jenna with something in his hand.

“What the hell?” Josh stared in confusion.

“Oh my god!” Tyler shouted, in tears, racing towards Jenna and hugging her tight. You were afraid he was going to suffocate her he was holding onto her so tight. “Fuck, why didn’t you tell me? Holy shit. Oh my god. Jenna, I’m without words.”

“What are you talking about?” she wondered, watching as he released the embrace, still teary eyed and emotional.

“We’re going to have a kid!” Tyler laughed, bright eyes, happier than ever, holding up the positive pregnancy test for her to see. You froze as soon as you saw the two solid pink lines, your stomach doing flips, head spinning as you watched Tyler break into a toothy grin. “You’re fucking pregnant, we’re going to have a baby, we’re going to be parents, I’m going to be a dad-”

“Uh Tyler…” Jenna’s voice trailed off. “That’s not mine.”

“What?” he stared at her, blinking several times, confused.

“That’s not my pregnancy test you found on the bathroom counter,” she repeated, swallowing uncomfortably.

“W-what do you mean?” Tyler looked at her, twice as puzzled.

“I’m not pregnant,” she explained. “Y/n is.”

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jrubalcaba · 7 years

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Doggone It - a Chris Evans oneshot author: jrubalcaba featuring: (f) reader x Chris Evans word count: 1241 words rating: G warnings: none set up: You’re house sitting when you find Chris’ lost dog Dodger. Fluff ensues A special thanks to @avenger-nerd-mom for being my beta for this!

“I can’t believe I have to spend my vacation house sitting,” I groaned, flopping down on the couch. I flew out to Santa Monica to visit my cousin, but as I pulled my car up to her house, she was getting into her car. She said there was an emergency and she needed to leave town for a few days, so if I could watch the house, she would make it up to me when she got back. It’s not a bad deal. She has an awesome backyard filled with a gorgeous in-ground pool, a hot tub, a grotto, and I now have it all to myself for the foreseeable future.

I grabbed my phone and pulled up Twitter, scrolling through my feed when I came across a few tweets from Chris Evans and his brother Scott, about his missing dog, Dodger.

“Oh no. Gone for a couple days? Poor thing. I hope they find him,” I said to myself, not really thinking much about it.. I played on Facebook, Instagram, and Tumblr awhile before I tossed my phone down and grabbed my keys. My cousin had given me her key before she left so I could come and go as I pleased.

I got in my car and pulled up the GPS on my phone and decided to go exploring. I had traveled a few streets away when I drove past a dog that looked familiar. There’s NO WAY…

I turned around and went back to check on him. I got out of my car and held my hand out for him to sniff. “Hey baby. It’s ok, I’m not gonna hurt you,” I called out softly, crouching down to his level. He eyed me warily at first, seeing as I was a stranger, he wasn’t sure he could trust me.

I waited patiently until the dog came to me, sniffing then licking my hand. “Good boy. Yes, you’re a good boy aren’t you?” I crooned in a baby voice while I stroked his fur. “Let’s check your tag and see who your mommy or daddy is.” I grabbed the collar and after dodging his tongue, I was able to make out his name. “OMG! You ARE Dodger! You’re ok!” I couldn’t believe my luck.

I called him to my car and said the magic words any fur baby understands. “Go bye-bye?”

The tan and white mutt jumped in the passenger seat and sat down, waiting for me to take off, his muzzle practically turned up in a smile.

I drove very carefully back to my cousin’s house, talking to my new companion along the way. He would whine or bark in answer to my questions and statements. When we got inside the house, he jumped on the couch and started to waller around like a goofball. “Yeah, you’re definitely Chris’ dog.”

He had rolled onto his back, so the look he gave me was even funnier due to his tongue flopping around and his teeth showing. “Dork,” I muttered while I looked for something he could eat. I found some hamburger meat that had been thawed out, so I cooked and drained it, putting it on a plate on the floor. He vaulted over the back of the couch and began to devour the meat.

I slipped his collar off so I could look at it better and see if there was a number I could call. I found what looked to be a California number on the back, so I called it.

Hey it’s Chris. Can’t get to the phone right now, so leave ya name and numbah and I’ll call ya back.

Damn, his Boston accent is strong in his voice mail. Well, I’ll leave him a message. “Hi. Chris? I found Dodger. Call me back when you get this.” I ended the call then turned on my camera, taking a picture of Dodger and sending it to the number. Suddenly, an incoming call was coming through. I hit accept and answered “Hello?”

“Hi. Oh my God, did you really find him?

“Yea. Is this Chris?”

“Yeah. You found Dodger? Is he ok?”

“Yes I did. He’s fine. I cooked him some hamburger to eat. I don’t have any dog food.”

“That’s ok. Can I meet you somewhere to pick him up? I’m in Hollywood meeting with my agent.”

“I’m in Santa Monica. We could meet at the Pier?”

“Perfect. I’ll call you when I get there.”

“Sounds great. I’ll see you soon and-

“Wait! How will I know it’s you?”

“Uh, Chris,” I bite back my laughter at the stressed ‘daddy.’ “I’ll be the one with Dodger by my side?”

He chuckles. I can picture him throwing his head back in a laugh. “Right.. Yea. Ok, then. Bye.”

“It’s okay, you were worried. We’ll see you in about twenty minutes.”

Holy shit. I was gonna meet Chris Evans! Dodger flopped over on his side, apparently in a food coma. I squatted down next to him and rubbed his belly. “Are you full boy? Did you eat enough?” I asked, seeing that the plate was empty. “Do you want to see daddy?”

I’ve never seen a dog get up so quick, but this dog did. He went berserk looking for Chris. “Dodger let’s go outside and potty and then we’ll go see daddy.” He ran to the door and turned in circles. I opened the door and he ran out, running to the corner of the house and doing his business before sprinting to the car. I guess he missed Chris too.

I arrived at Santa Monica Pier and parked, letting Dodger out before realizing that I didn’t have a leash for him. Hopefully Chris brings one. Just then I felt my phone vibrating, signaling that I had another call coming through. “Hello?”

“Hey it’s me. I’m pulling into the parking lot now.”

“Ok. We’re here. I’m parked at the edge of the beach. I’m wearing a white top and tie dye shorts. If I see you, I’ll come to you.”

Ok. I’m in brown shorts and a navy blue shirt with a grey sweater.”

“Ok.”

Yea, sure. ‘Cause I have no idea what he looks like, I giggle to myself.

I hung up and started pacing next to the car, Dodger keeping right next to me. God I hope my makeup isn’t smudged or nothing is stuck in my teeth. Suddenly, Dodger started barking and took off. I turned and watched as he launched himself at Chris, who fell to his knees and began hugging his best friend. I walked up and I could see tears on Chris’ face. “Now that’s a Kodak moment,” I gushed after watching them play. Chris looked up at me, a smile on his face.

“Hi. I’m Chris,” he said, holding his hand out to me as he stood. “Thanks for bringing him. I hope he wasn’t much trouble.” Offering my name, I shook his hand and smiled back.

“It was no problem. He was an absolute angel,” I crooned, reaching down to scratch behind Dodger’s ears.

“Do you have any plans? Maybe I could take you out for dinner as a thank you for finding him,” Chris offered hopefully. Man, Chris was obviously taking tips from Dodger on giving puppy-dog eyes. Well, I didn’t have anything better to do.

“Sure. Why not?” I shrugged, grinning as he offered his arm to me. Looks like this vacation just got way better.

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jamkookies · 5 years

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° Bon Voyage °

• Part II •

Behold the beauty mask!

Two days.

That's how long it had been since you hadn't seen the boys. You hadn't even been able to exchange messages because your mom kept insisting that you keep your phone as far away from you as possible.

But thank heavens it was over now.

The birthday had gone smoothly and you could finally go back to what you had planned to do.

You were now sitting on a chair, a camera looming over you and your bodyguard standing a few feet away.

You had changed to black shorts since it was scorching hot and put a cap on your head, but except for that you were still wearing the same clothes from two days ago.

Curse you and your insufferable messiness.

You had one hour till the plane took off so you decided to spend that time devouring a hamburger all by yourself.

Then you thought twice and got two other ones - one for the cameraman and one for the bodyguard, though the latter refused to eat on duty.

"Well, I guess more for us then", you said with a mouthful and split it in half with the cameraman.

Taking big bites, you opened the front camera and started recording a video.

You film the hamburger first and then let your face get in the view.

"Now I know what you're probably thinking. Isn't that a tasty - looking piece of art? For sure it is. You must be over there starving while I enjoy this beauty.But no worries fellas. I will join you in no time. So long, my brethren."

You're about to finish recording but then you zoom in into your eye.

"Oh and Tae - hyung, please tell me you haven't broken my record on Temple Run or I'll kill you.Byeeee".

You turn off the camera and go back to eating.

Ten minutes later you get a video-message.

What you first see is Tae holding his phone in front of the camera showing his Temple Run username with the score attached.

It was a long number.

It had a lot of zeros.

That cheeky little bastard.

He moves the phone around showing you the rest of the members, and to your betrayal, they are sitting on a yacht drinking champagne off of fancy glasses.

You involuntarily gasp. So much for them starving.

They all wave at the camera when noticing it, specifically Jin who grabs the phone from Taehyung's hands.

"Y/N how many times have I told you not to talk with your mouth full!"

"But hyung, you do it all the time." A voice is heard.

Jimin.

You huff a laugh through your nose.

"Anyways..." Jin glares at Jimin and continues. "Don't eat too much or you'll get sick. See you soon."

He passes the phone to the others and the first person to grab it is Jungkook.

"Hey Y/N . We've missed you a lot.There is no one to tease and we're starting to grow bored. Hurry up, please. Love you."

He gives you a finger heart.

You start hearing a faint thump, that grows louder and faster by the second.

Oh right , it's your own heart this time.

Why the hell is it beating so fast?

Thank god the camera moves to Jimin.

He does the same.

"Love you, Y/N."

Then Hoseok.

Namjoon.

When Yoongi gets into view, his head is turned to the side. Everyone waits for him.

"I'm gonna stay here till you say it", says Taehyung, holding the camera.

"Love you, Y/N." He finally manages, unbothered and still not looking.

Everyone laughs their asses off.

You included.

Everyone knows that Yoongi isn't the type to show his affection, but he will still be so loving and caring to others.It made your heart hurt and you were suddenly reminded of all the times he would require for his hand to be held.

The video comes to an end.

There was this churning feeling on your stomach and you didn't really know if it was from Yoongi's adorableness, Jungkook's showcase of emotions or all together.

You abandon the rest of the hamburger and look straight at the camera.

"I think I'm gonna be sick."

* * *

Things had gotten pretty weird lately. You got easily flustered at the most subtle affection, and you didn't really know how to feel about it.

But one thing was for sure.

You had to get things under control or people would start having suspicions.

So, you decide to act as your most uncaring, goofy self and turn everything that comes at your way a hilarious scenario.

You exit the airport of Valetta and take a look around the area.

However, when it comes to your face, you just stuff your hands full of the substance and smear it carelessly until you look like you put on a beauty mask.

"I wish I had some cucumber slices right now", you say, your eyes the only thing able to be seen.

People stare at you incredulously, but you ignore them and keep walking.

Al least you were amusing to look at.

"What am I supposed to do now?" You ask the cameraman.

He gives you a map of the city and you spot an area circled with red.

"That's the place where the members are staying. You have to find it by yourself. Here is your allowance," the cameraman says and hands you an envelope. You peek at the envelope and see 100 dollars nicely folded.

Giving him a crooked smile, you put a hand on your hip.

"Hyung-nim, did I ever tell how well you do your job?"

The cameraman chokes back a laugh.

"We don't know where the place is either."

Your smile faints and the corners of your lips turn downwards, disappointed.

"Oh well, it looks like we have a lot of work to do," you say and grab the map from his hands.

* * *

After a long ride on the bus, you were exhausted but you didn't let it show. Dragging your suitcase behind you, you hum to yourself fragments of your incomplete songs. Your face still looked like you had stuffed it in cocaine, and that only made pedestrians throw weird glances at you, but you just smiled and waved.

You were absolutely enjoying this.

You felt like your lungs were filled to the brim with the fresh oxygen.

If you were completely honest with yourself, you had been a little sceptic about coming to Malta out of all places, but now you understand that you had been utterly wrong.

This.... this is was something different.

This was something you could very well live with.

You take another deep breath and close your eyes, but then a giggle makes you open them again.

A little kid is pointing at you from a few feet away and laughing his ass off, due to the sight of your "beauty mask".

You sigh deeply and keep walking.

At last you arrive at the location.

A tall building towers over you and you push the bell button on the number of your assigned apartment.

No answer.

You wait for a couple more minutes, and sigh in frustration.

"Why aren't they answering?"

"Maybe they've gone out," the cameraman says.

You bite your fist into your mouth and take out your phone.

You punch the call button on the first contact you see.

"Hey, Y/N !" Hoseok replies.

"Why aren't you answering the door? I'm outside."

"You came already? Why didn't you warn us? We're having breakfast at a nearby restaurant."

"You're having breakfast without me?" I say incredulously.

"Were we supposed to starve until you arrived?"

"Hyung, there's a camera over here, don't make me swear at you."

Hoseok cackles and hangs up.

He then sends you the location of the restaurant.

Good.

It's not far.

You are about to leave, but you immediately catch sight of your reflection on a glass door.

The so called ' mask ' has wrinkled and it's crumpling all over you.

What in the world had you been thinking?

You fish some wet tissues out of your backpack and rub them into your face.

The sunscreen rips free off your skin easily and you touch the soft surface of your cheeks.

"Wow, I should try this more often," you say to the camera.

After a short walk you catch sight of the restaurant Hoseok told you about.

It's pretty nice, next to the shore and all.

You unconsciously fasten your steps, eager to finally meet them.

They're sitting all together around a big table and they seem so happy, talking and making jokes with each other.

It pulls at the strings of your heart.

You hadn't even realized how much you missed them until now.

You break through the crowd of people, maneuvering with your suitcase right at your side.

The first one to notice you is Jimin, who stops mid - talking and smiles so widely, his eyes turn into crescents.

"Y/N!" He yells.

"Jimin-ssi!" You yell back.

He gets up from the table and breaks into a run, straight at you.

You are frozen into place when he jumps and wraps himself around you like a koala.

Your hands find his back, holding him into place, and you squeeze.

"What took you so long?" He asks, your hair muffling his voice.

"Traffic was horrible,"you say through a smile." And hyung, why are you so light? Have you been eating well recently?"

He lowers himself onto the ground and ruffles your short hair. The length is right below your neck, more like a bob, so his action makes it stand in all directions.

"I have been stuffing my face like a pig," he continues." Just like you do."

"Tell me something I don't know."

You catch him in a headlock and ruffle his own blonde head.

The others get up from the table as well, welcoming you with warm smiles.

You first hug Jin and then proceed to do the same with Namjoon, Hoseok and Taehyung, who to your surprise is getting all teared up.

"No way!" You say, a mix of shock and amusement on your face.

"Kim Taehyung is crying for me?"

"No, I'm not," he says and sniffles.

You laugh out loud and pull him into another hug.

"Do you know how many times Jungkook beat me playing Overwatch?" He continues with a whiny voice.

Your eyes flick to Jungkook, who is looking at the both of you with a cocky smile. You shake your head in exasperation and attempt to free yourself from his arms but he refuses to let go.

"Hyung, you're choking me," you croak.

"Oh right, sorry."

He releases you and offers a boxy smile, not a trace of sadness on his face.

Damn it, he's a good actor.

Pulling off the most normal expression you can muster, you move on to Jungkook.

He still has that stupid smirk on his face, so you close the distance between you in two long strides and lift him up by his legs. He's caught off guard, but he recovers quickly and tips his head backwards, laughing out loud.

"We have ourselves another muscle pig!" Namjoon exclaims.

Still carrying Kookie, you contemplate whether putting on a show of carelessness was the best thing to do.

You had tried to look all nice and comfortable being close to him, but now you were having second thoughts.

You put him down and plaster another smile on your face.

"I think I broke my back."

Hoseok wheezes.

You take a seat and start nibbling at the food lying on the table.

"Hey, hands off, that's mine! " Jin complains as you take a bite out of the delicious pizza.

You take another huge bite, just to spite him.

"So, how did your trip go? " Asks Hoseok.

"Well" , you say with a mouthful. " I went all the way to Daegu just to give Hyun-Woo a present.

Came back here, took the bus and here I am."

"How long did it take for you to find the building and all that?" Asks Jimin.

"About fifteen minutes, I guess."

They all stare at you.

You stop chewing.

"What?"

"We wandered for about two hours yesterday and we even split into two groups, so we could find it more easily."

You resume chewing and shrug.

"I'm good with directions, I guess."

"Oh and by the way, you're gonna have to choose a room for you to sleep." Says Taehyung. "We'll see who you'll get coupled with."

"I hope I get the single room, " you say and barely swallow.

You didn't like the sound of this.

What if you got coupled with Jungkook?

You steal a glance at him, and see the way he has stuffed his cheeks with food. For some strange reason, you couldn't stop staring at his longish curls.

He had decided to grow his hair out and you couldn't deny that it suited him perfectly, even though you would never admit such a thing in front of him.

Then, out of the blue his eyes flick to yours and he catches you staring.

"What?" He says.

You narrow his eyes at him.

"You have tomato sauce on your chin."

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