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Rules Of One’s Soul Ch15 A Little Offer P5

(Mak belongs to @wasted-church )

The entirety of the cliffside home was oddly silent other than the furious sounds of scrubbing coming from the other side of the sheap. The outside had gotten slightly darker indicating it mustve been early night at least. The residents were sure feeling it. Seam especially as he relaxed back down into the old armchair, normally he hated water but after getting blasted by ashes he was happy to scrub it off. Took a while for his fur to dry though. Luckily no stitches came loose this time. As for Jevil and Rouxls-

The small gremlin was balancing on his tail watching the working worm with a crestfallen face. Seam could only shake his head and couldn't help but feel sorry for the poor fella. True his uh ....'help' had backfired but considering he was pretty rusty from being locked up for over one hundred years of his life, one couldn't judge him too harshly....Buuuut Rouxls wasn't one to let go easily. It had been proven before.

"Can I help,help?" Jevil gave a hopeful smile to the cleaning worm, who paused for a split second before harshly dunking the sponge he was using into a nearby bucket filled with sudsy water and continued as if he hadn't heard a thing. Making the foolishly hopeful smile from his face vanish a bit, but ever persistent, his tail leaned him forward to be closer to the worm's side where he tried seeing his face. "You shouldn't have to work, work so hard. Im sorry, sorry. So allow me to he-"

A quick snap of a heated glare from the duke silenced the jester into submission, his smile now silently small and he froze at the hatred radiating off him. It got smaller when Rouxls leaned onto his knees. Usually hed tower over Jevil but his current sitting position made for perfect eye level.

"Oh. THOU art sorry." A dry chuckle came from that angry being. "Good. For I amst sorry as well....Im sorry for ever letting mine guard down aground thee!"

Jevil flinched. Hard. And Seam continued to watch calmly from the comfort of the chair, but Kaard didnt care as he already turned his frustrations back to scrubbing the black blotches.

"Im sorry I ever met thee. Im sorry I canst be there for mine boy- He can't even sleep properly without a story let alone runneth an entire kingdom by himself. Imst stucketh cleaning homes likest some maid just to get decent food and all for what? For a smiling foolish worme to come crashing into thine-"

....He froze.....Something gently kneeding his shoulder...

"DON'T TOUCHE ME YOU PLAUGE ON MINE LIFE!!"

The tail that been holding up shot back the shocked body of the imp as a worm reared his full anger towards him for trying to put a hand on his shoulder.

"Why dont'st you doeth what thou doeseth best and playest games elsewhere?!"

With that the duke snapped back around to the floor ignoring any other sad look Jevil gave him. The jester slunk back even further from the duke- An ear perked at a soft chuckle he turned and found it came from the plush cat away from him.

"Your next play has been interesting to say the least. Are you ready to accept defeat old friend?" His smile widened as the small man pouted and promptly huffed at the audacity of the question.

"Absolutely not,not. I just-" Yellow orbs glanced back shakily to the worm for a split moment before back to the smiling cat. "...Need a new move,move to play."

He chuckled again. "Then may I offer some advice-"

"I can heareth everything thou art saying." Another annoyed glance was thrown over his shoulder.

A paw was held up in defence. "Now, now. I meant no harm but maybe its best Jevil leaves you alone right now."

The smaller man Took one last look to the worm before slowly starting towards the smiling cat. Seam ever so calm reached out and gave the sulking gremlin a pitty pat on the shoulder.

"I dont suppose you would like some tea to help ease the sting of rejection?"

A dark chuckle and smile. "The taste is bittersweet. But I would rather get sweet victory, victory.~"

Deep chuckles came from the cat as his one good eye watched the jester jump onto the couch next to himself, but somehow his forced frustrated grin still seemed to be sad there. It sorta made his cotton shiver with a pang of sorrow, but in a game it was best not to let his guard down too much. Jevil sat down on the couch next to Mak, who was fast asleep in a box filled with different things from gems to random jewelry they probably stole. Took forever to get them to calm down after finding their 'room' ransacked and cleaned out by Rouxls. The purple migit made his frustrated ways known with tapping fingers and strained grin directly towards him in question.

"I just...have a few set backs. Set backs."

"Oh yes. I remember how fondly old couples would chase each other with screams and try to bodily harm one another." He chuckled at the narrowed eyes Jevil have him. "Or maybe not. It's been at least a few hundred years. Hahaha."

"Funny,funny....What have you done, done to get expertise in other's romantical preference?," his voice asked in a low tone. A Jevil way of challenging his knowledge.

To which he shrugged. "I don't. But Id like to think I have enough know how to at least hold a decent conversation and get to know them more."

He could practically hear the gears working in the other's mind as Jevil slowly came to the realization that maybe, just maybe he had something up his sleeve. So when a more questioning look came over him, Seam couldn't help but chuckle.

"Really,really?...Would the Magnificent Seam be willing, willing to....discuss his tutorials? Tutorials.

"Haha. But then wouldn't that be cheating the game old friend?"

One of Jevil's eyelids twitched. Indicating held back annoyance at least. "Hmhm....Perhaps rules could be ...temporary bent,bent?"

It was more of a suggestion than question, but one that made Seam hum with interest anyways. His eye went back to the worm who was stretching his back out with a groan and popping noise from said worm's back. He looked about ready to get done and be one his way. Could it really hurt to exchange a few short insights of his? Jevil waited with hopeful patience as Seam rubbed his chin in thought before looking back to him with a smile.

"I suppose...haha. Two opponents of opposite sides could come to an agreement every so while still searching for victory."

A couple of giggles came his way as Jevil lit back up. "Do tell. Do tell."

"Well....I could but I think you already know he doesn't appreciate forceful attempts to get him to like someone...But how you're doing things I could be wrong."

"...And I could say, say the same about having to be forced to clean a mess,mess that's not his. ..His."

"Not if the person offered to help him in return and was happily offered to go as a ...guest for the holidays."

There it was. The straw that broke the hathys back. The jester became as still as a statue as soon as those few words tumbled out of the plush's mouth, it was honestly rather funny to see such a rare shock upon the normally cheerful face, unfortunately it didn't last long because rapid blinks followed shortly after and a forced pleasent chuckle escaped his throat.

"My dear friend, friend," Jevil said in a forced sweet voice. "It seems that my ears are not what they used to be, be. I thought for a moment you said-"

"That I will be accompanying the Duke to the this silly ball?" Jevils face dropping again made him chuckle and lean into the chair's cushions more. "I suppose it's not that big of a deal...But then again." Even if it seemed unreal, a smug look came over the cat. "You might not like my play on words, Old friend. Hahaha."

In that stuper the imp could only get out one word. "How...?"

"I offered to help take care of you. It seems you've outdone yourself with the romanticizing eh?"

He went from shocked to an angry little man complete with puffed cheeks and red eyes. If you didn't know Jevil personally it would be quite scary but to the laughing cat it was just like a small tired child. It was cuter when he suddenly stood up and stomped a foot onto the couch. Jarring the sleeping child awake and jingling the box they were sleeping in. Seam didnt even flinch when a claw was pointed at him .

"No far, no far! You cheated, cheated!"

"By nicely asking if I could go? Really Jevil. You're acting like a child who didn't get the cookie jar."

A growl. "You can't keep me away, away! "

"Who said I would? I only said I would try to help keep your wild self in check and I intend to do so. ...By giving you advice. " when Jevil didnt say anything he continued. "Try a less forceful approuch next time round. "

".....Next time?" It seemed he found his voice. Jevil could always rebound pretty fast. "My next turn will leave your head spinning, spinning!"

"Oh Im sure it will." Still with the smug grin.

"You'll see, you'll see!!"

With that he sprung himself off of the couch and with furious jingles made his way back to the back room. Oh this was surely was going to be worth watching. A slighy jingling of trinkets ditected his attention back towards the box where the child was looking at him.

"Breakfast time now?"

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Scrubbing sounds was the most of what he heard as he kept up the cleaning momentum. He wanted to get done, collect his earnings, and get out of that chaotic hell of a home. The set back had made him take a whole couple more hours to fix, it was already probably in the middle of the night by how slightly darker it was outside. But luckily he was nearly finished. Just a part of the ceiling left-

The mop was promptly dunked back into the bucket and pulled out a moment later before being thrusted back up against the ceiling and rubbed against the black ashes remaining stuck to it. The anger was still burning in his mind but he couldn't careless. ....Unfortunately it blinded him to what would've been the soft jingling of bells coming up to him until he felt a tug on his sleeves. The scrubbing stopped and looked down to the small mass that was Jevil. Giving him a small smile-

"What doth thou want?"

The harsh tone made him flinch slightly but that didn't deter his new set of confidence. "Ive come to apologize, apologize for everything that's happened."

An anoyed but slightly confused expression came over him as Rouxls rose a brow. His attention turning back to scrubbing. "Oh lucky me... And what doth I owest thy pleasure?"

He didnt see the inhale of breath Jevil took. "I want you to forgive, forgive me. Let us start over, over. Please. Let me make up, make up!"

That made the worm pause his movenents and look back down to the hopeful face of the imp who smiled wider at him. Rouxls blinked....And blinked again. .. Before another annoyed look came over him.

"Really? I amst supposed to forget everythinge that has happened?" Jevils ears drooped slightly as Rouxls huffed. "Likest I wouldst do that- EEK!"

The mop fell to the floor with a thump and water spilt onto the floor. Rouxls scrambled back from the sudden flashing of pink in front of his face, in his hast knocking over the mop bucket and almost falling over onto his rear. Jevil admittedly was pretty startled from sudden reaction as well and just stood there. A couple shiny pink heart attacks floating above him at Rouxls's eye level.

He blinked upwards at the heavy form of the Duke in front of him-

"ART THOU TRYING TO GIVETH MINESELF A SOUL ATTACK?!" He pointed at the hearts. "I will nay f-forgiveth thou for doing that! Now...g-getest rid of them!"

Jevil did. Immediately. "Im sorry, sorry-"

"Stoppeth it! Just stoppeth apologizing." The worm pushed himself up from the wall as gave Jevil another annoyed look. "If thou was really 'sorry' thoust wouldst try harder and use that head of yours."

Jevil said nothing as Rouxls turned around to look at the new mess with a disgusted look, but he did hum and make a thoughtful expression a moment later. He might have mumbled something like 'Try harder, harder?' but Rouxls wasn't paying much attention so he barely heard. But he did see him back out of the room from the corner of his eye. Good. Now he could get done

He looked back down at the spilt water, wondering how he would get that cleaned up-...Wait. A pair of rapid footsteps came towards him, along with a small...battle cry. He barely had time to turn around before a purple blur slammed hard into his chest. They went to the ground like a sack of gems wind knocked out.

"WHONST THY F*CKETH-"

"FORGIVE ME!" A pair of yellow eyes stared intensely from his chest.

"WHA-" The smaller body of the darkner squeezed around his form face pouting against his chest. Rouxls struggled but managed to sit back up with the imp digging into him. "Absolutely not!"

His hands grabbed onto him and pulled. Hard. But Jevils limbs dug harder around him resulting in a panic running up the worm's spine and pulling harder on him. The digits digging into his goopy body was starting to hurt.

"Im not letting go, go until you let me,me make it up to you! You!"

"Thou art bluffing!" By now he was disparately wanting to get this thing off of him! He couldn't stand the way his soul was thumping against his ribcage- "T-Thou cant do this!"

"I CAN DO ANYTHING!"

Of course. What answer would he expect? He sat there and stared dumbfounded at him but considering that he was still clinging to him tighter than Lancer, and that pouting face was.....kinda cute.....UGH!!

"Fine!Fine! Thou can getteth off me now!"

He narrowed his eyes. "You give me your word,word?"

"Y-Yes. Now please-"

After a few more moments of looking at him suspiciously but slowly let Rouxls go. The worm man shakily stood up onto his feet while remaining eye contact with Jevil who seemed alot more satisfied and happy he finally got his way.

"Splendid, splendid! Hehehehehe! Im so excited,excited to hear that! I promise, promise to make you happy, happy!"

"I doubt that..."

But Jevil didn't seem to hear Rouxls mumbling to himself as he proudly skittered to the exit to the shop front. There he stood proudly and pointed a claw at the ever so calm Seam.

"One step closer,closer to checkmate!"

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sugaskoffee · 6 years

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smoke with me | one-shot

↪ Min Yoongi × Reader

↪ Genre: very soft (af) angst

↪ WC: 2.3k

⤵ Sometimes lonely strangers shared a cigarette...

It's hard not to get a rush of nostalgia when revisiting an old place, sound, smell, word; something dear to you.

Something as simple as watching a sunrise on the last day of summer bears more meaning than a picture of it. Something vain as the earthy smell of early autumn holds pockets of memories that unfold before you like the feeling of smiling after a long cry; all so bittersweet. Especially missing something that you can't get back in the way it once was.

That feeling. That feeling. It's what you felt when thinking of him.

Hands fiddling with a solid square of metal, your sleep-deprived eyes kept blinking from the lukewarm wind. Dawn was creeping up with every slow minute, splashing light onto the dark canvas of the sky. Your bare legs were covered in goosebumps despite the cement being warm beneath you. If not for the morning cold pinching your nose, you would've most likely laid back and fallen asleep.

You didn't know how long you sat outside the building, occupying one of the wide stone-built steps, but it didn't feel as long as usual. There was just something about the night --the world seemed to stop when the moon took over.

A deep sigh pulled you out of your head. The guy in your peripheral vision was sitting a mere foot from you; your co-worker, Min Yoongi.

Shoulders rolling in a stretch, your hands continued to fiddle with the metallic lighter in your grasp. You never looked away from the brightening horizon.

There was a shift, then a low mutter of curses, then you felt the need to look over.

Bleached hair covered with a knit hat, dark almond eyes, black sweater, plain jeans, and dry lips holding a cigarette which had yet to be smoked.

A smile lifted one side of your mouth and you outstretched your arm, offering the boy the lighter that wasn't even yours.

"Thanks," he muttered, voice rough as the smoke he constantly inhaled. "Want one?" He pulled out another cigarette from his pocket. You didn't care to smoke at the moment but you took the stick anyways.

It sort of became a routine between you and him; smoking in comfortable silence after your work hours in the club ended.

But today was the weekend. Neither of you on shift. Your manager threw a midnight party for all the employees at his place, which ended with everyone passing out around three in the morning.

You decided to sober up from the drinks you consumed by getting some air and found that Yoongi thought the same. You ended up sharing silence with him till the sunrise. A Deja Vu came upon you but you tried not to dwell on thoughts of the past; it was dead anyway.

"You waiting for someone to pick you up?" Yoongi asked, bringing you out of thought. Him speaking up meant it was time to soon neglect this shared moment between the two of you.

"No," You shrugged, eyes averting to the cigarette in your hands. "I walked here. Since it's not far from where I live,"

The blonde hummed; inhaling in, exhaling more smoke. "Sounds tiring." A pause. "I'll give you a ride.. if you want."

You blinked over at him, lazy smile shaping your lips. "First cigarettes, and now rides? I'd say you're starting to like me, eh?"

Picking up on your jesting tone, Yoongi let out a single huff of a laugh, dry lips curling up just slightly. "Listen, do you want the ride or not?"

"I should say yes before you regret asking me and take your words back." You said, teasing grin holding your lips.

"Already regret it."

Chuckling, you shook your head. He didn't have to worry about that; of course you didn't expect him to actually take you home.

Looking up front, you found the sun up in the sky in its full circular form. It burned your eyes to the point of seeing purple spots, but you smiled at the warmth it radiated on you. With sunlight kissing your skin, the breeze didn't seem all that cold anymore. With Yoongi beside you now, your heart didn't feel all that pained.

Sadly, all of this was but for a moment. You just wished you could bottle it and drink it in whenever your heart was missing again.

Sighing, you slipped the unsmoked cigarette in the pocket of your oversized bomber jacket and stood up. Pulling at the hems of your shorts, you slid the hiked-up denim further down your thighs before making it down the handful of steps. The sun was up; the best part of the day was over with and it was officially Saturday. Time for you to journey your way back to your apartment and get a good shut-eye.

"See you Monday." You said, shoving both hands into your pockets. You tried your best not to look over your shoulder at Yoongi. You failed.

The blonde tilted his head, confusion in his eyes.

"My car's not that way," he said before your feet could make a right turn out of the property.

"Oh, I wasn't-"

"You know," The boy rose to a stand, half-stick of the cigarette between his lips. "I meant what I said. I'll give you a ride. You look too tired to even stand."

Blinking, you watched Yoongi walk over, a small smile playing on your face. You held back from saying thank you as you followed him to his car. Giving your thanks now meant that this rare exchange between you and him had come to an end. You didn't want it to end. Not yet.

You told him your address instead.

Settling in the passenger seat, your eyes took in the interior of Yoongi's car, finding nostalgia tucked in the creases of the black leather seats and cup holders. You held back from saying all that you missed about it, but you couldn't keep your hand from touching the old price tag sticker that was on the grey glove compartment. Despite being chipped and washed out of its written price, it remained faithfully glued to the silver handle. You felt surprised that it was still there. It's been six years since it's been stuck on.

Feeling stupid touching the sticker so memorably, you decided to ask Yoongi about it.

Placing his phone into the cup holder, the blonde shrugged and the car came to a start. "I don't remember how that got there, honestly." He said. "Never asked anyone to explain it to me,"

"Oh. I just thought this was your car-"

"It is mine. It's just... I got into an accident a few years back," Yoongi spoke so calmly, so rehearsed, as if he's explained this exact issue so many times before. Hands on the wheel, he guided the car out of the parking and onto the busy road. "Ended up in a coma and woke up a few weeks later with four years of my life erased. Including me getting this car, so.."

You swallowed hard and tried not to let the discomfort in your chest show by expression. "Wow." You breathed, clearing your throat. I'm sorry was there on your tongue, but you figured he was tired of hearing it now. "That must.. really suck." You said instead, earning a small chuckle from him. Though, you didn't find it funny at the least.

"It does." Yoongi sighed. "Four years may not seem like much but it's still a big chunk of my life. Just..sucks always asking my family about what went on in my own life, you know?"

Many forbidden questions rose up your throat again; you were careful not to let them escape. That wasn't the plan.

An exhale left your mouth, heavy and collecting. Eyes focused outside the glass windshield on the cars standing in the other lane.

"Mmm, I can imagine," you replied absently. "Experienced something similar, actually. Well, not me, but someone I know -knew."

"How so?"

"Hmm?" You looked back at the blonde, not expecting him to ask.

He glanced your way momentarily, unbothered as always; one curious brow arched, finger tapping on the steering wheel. The second of silence passed too long and Yoongi shook his head, "Nevermind," He said. "None of my business."

Opening your mouth, you closed it right after. There was a war in your mind about whether you should or shouldn't tell him about your first love; a guy who ended up forgetting you because of your stupid decisions. Here you were, not less of a stranger to him, knowing that the next time you'll see him at work things will go back to the way they used to; there was no point, really.

Still. You sighed and started speaking. "He was very close to me. He also had this condition since birth that cut off a few months of his memory, and it was triggered..very heavily after a certain incident." The more you spoke, the more pain you released from your chest. It was as if you were telling him a story that you've carried with you since childhood. "Long story short, he couldn't recognize me when I came to visit him at the hospital, and his parents convinced me it was best if I didn't try; it was too much of a risk in his state. So I didn't. Not even to this day. But.. I don’t know, I should've... right?"

A red light flashed and the car slowed to a stop again. Yoongi kept his eyes on the road up front. "Were you in love with him?" He asked, tone holding nothing but curiosity.

"Yes." You swallowed. "We've been together for two years by that point."

"Then you should've tried. I would’ve tried,” He said. “And if I were him...I would've wanted to know."

You blinked away the burning sting in your eyes and turned to the window again, regret stuck in your throat like bile. "Yeah, I guess." You said. "But it was a lot more complicated than that. And it's too late to start fixing anything now."

"How long?"

"Seven years, I believe." You lied. It was nearing six. You chuckled out of nerves. "Honestly though, I don't even know why I brought all of this up.." You looked back at the blonde with an embarrassed smile. "Sorry for sorta making you play therapist."

Yoongi huffed out a laugh, shrugging his shoulders. "Well then, sorry for not acting on my part, I guess."

A light laugh left your mouth and the heavy tension in the car dissolved.

Nearing a familiar street, you told Yoongi to take a right turn.

"You know," the blonde said as his vehicle slowed outside your apartment building. "I really don't think that it's too late for you to tell him. Things might not go back to the way they were, sure ...but even if things changed in both of your lives, I'm sure it would clarify a lot of things for him. Just saying."

Hand gripping the door handle, you couldn't help the emotions that welled in you from his words. You felt as if you crossed a line you promised not to cross. You talked more than you should've and if you continued, it was going to be hard to go back to the casual strangership you two had.

Still. You couldn't help asking, "You really think so?"

Min Yoongi, with bleached hair in his eyes and elbow resting on the top of the steering wheel, nodded with his usual timid, pursed smile. Despite his expression showing indifference, you saw something warm that softened in his brown eyes. You looked at him and saw home, saw familiarity.

It hurt because it was only you who saw that; he saw you as nothing but a stranger. It hurt because you wanted everything to be as simple as he told you. But, unfortunately, it wasn't.

Masking the urge to cry with a grin, you unbuckled yourself with your other hand and opened the car door.

"Thanks, Yoongi." You said. Once out of the car, you held the door agape for a minute longer, "If you ever have questions about that price sticker, call me." You winked before closing the door.

After a moment of confusion, you saw Yoongi chuckle through the tinted window, then shake his head as if you didn't know what you were talking about.

You did know.

You were the one who stuck the price tag on there in the first place. Yoongi had scolded you for "loitering" in his newly-purchased car and you laughed because he wasn't really being serious about it; you could tell by the scrunch in his nose that he was only half mad.

Climbing the stairs to your apartment floor, you glanced back, catching a glimpse of Yoongi's car making a turn out of the block. The breeze nipped at your legs and cheeks as you stood, blinking slowly, reminiscing of the past.

A heavy grief settled like hot bricks in your chest, making tears burn the back of your eyes.

You didn't understand why life brought you back to him when you made a decision to leave him in the past. But you really couldn't; just leave him in the past with the rest of your stale memories, like you promised his parents that you would. Even after years of no contact, Yoongi came back so unexpectedly that you wondered if he even existed in your life before these last six months. You thought that keeping your distance would help. That it’d make you immune to seeing him.

It didn't.

Everyone always says that you never forget your first love.

But Min Yoongi forgot you nonetheless.

You'll need to try harder to do the same.

⤴ "...not the way real strangers would."

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