#fic: glimpse of us

[neowinestainedress]

𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐔𝐒 — 𝐂𝐇.𝟏

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄 — 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 — 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: lee haechan x oc ; lee haechan x haechan's ex gf!oc 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄: fluff, childhood best friends to lovers, strangers to lovers, exes to lovers, lovers to exes | requested 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: after a year of drying tears, and three of dating, haechan’s ex-girlfriend comes back in their life and hyejin’s biggest fears start growing again. But everything is fine because hyejin and haechan fit right into each other palm. 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: none 𝐖𝐂: 4k 𝐀/𝐍: can't believe the first chapter is finally out, i know it took me SO LONG but i hope the anon that requested it is still around to enjoy this. i have many mixed emotions about this series but i hope you will love it. feedback means the world, whether it's a comment, a reblog (it helps to boost the fic so more people can see it), or an ask, please send your thoughts! enjoy ♡

Haechan’s place was quiet; the only sounds that could be heard were the clicking of his fingers on the keyboard and some curse spilling from his lips. The place wasn’t big, and the walls weren’t thick either, even a small drop of water could be heard from another room if the house was filled with silence. 

A smile curled Hyejin’s lips as she kept her focus on the food on the stoves and tried to don’t let herself get distracted by her boyfriend. 

It was a typical Friday night in October. After the end of university, they dumbly believed they would’ve been freer, but real life proved them wrong swiftly, and between work and other things, finding a moment for each other seemed even harder than when their afternoons were filled with essays, books to study and projects to turn in before midnight. So, they tried to make up for some time together the best they could, slowly building their everyday life with small habits. They didn’t live together, not yet, at least. No matter how much they wanted to, especially her, they couldn’t afford a house together, not one that was big enough for the future. 

While Haechan was more grounded and focused on the present — that alone was making him struggle to sleep at night — Hyejin dreamed a lot about the future. Even if in the last months her talks about it died down, too afraid she was scaring Haechan away with all her dreams of getting married and having kids, in her heart, those dreams didn’t die down. She could see it. The picture of their happy family was clear as the sky in her mind. After all, that was everything she ever dreamed of and with the person she loved since she was able to point out what feelings are. 

And surely those evenings together weren’t like living together, but it was close. She spent more nights there than in her small, rented place with her best friends, especially at night, when that was the only time they could be together without having to do other things. 

But none of this was different from their childhood. All the times they fell asleep in each other’s bedroom after running all day, or when they would hide because they refused to go back home. The only difference was the place; their houses in their small hometown now were a small apartment on the third floor of a building in Seoul. 

When the timer rang, bringing Hyejin out of her thoughts, she shook her head and turned off the fire, careful not to burn herself while she placed the food on the plates she already took out from the shelf beforehand.  

“Food’s ready,” she said, knocking on his door, opening it ajar, only seeing Haechan’s back at the desk, the light of the computer was almost blinding in the small dark room. 

“Yeah, I’ll — fuck, Mark, can you look what you’re doing?” He yelled to the screen, letting out an annoyed puff of air before he waved her off, without drifting his gaze and addressing her dismissively, “I’ll be there soon, start without me.” 

She chuckled, finding him endearing when he was so caught up. “Hi, Mark,” she greeted, raising her voice to make sure the boy would’ve heard from Haechan’s mic. A smile spread on her lips when their friend greeted her back, and then she talked to her boyfriend again, “Don’t worry, I’ll wait.” 

October that year seemed a bit colder than usual, or maybe it was that place that felt off when Haechan wasn’t with her. And now that time was passing by as slowly as a drop rhythmically coming out of a broken sink, she could swear she never felt colder.

Hyejin had stopped manically staring at the clock, checking every two seconds as if two minutes could pass instead. She simply stared at the hot food in front of her, following the path of the smoke dispersing in the air and creating a grey cloud. It was like puffing air on the outside. But she didn’t want the food to go cold, she cooked it with so much love for Haechan, and she knew he must’ve been starving, so she put it in the microwave, hoping it was enough to keep it warm.

And time started weighing down on her again now that she had nothing to obsess herself with. 

She sighed, slumping on the sofa and pulling out her phone. 

hye♡ pls injunnie tell me they’re almost done 

renjunnie bold of you to assume i understand anything about games 

hye♡ sigh😔

renjunnie i’m sure they lost track of time. i can scold jeno if you want to!

hye♡  no it’s alright!!! 

let them play they’ve been busy 

and work is stressing hyuckie so I don’t want to bother him

renjunnie k

i’m sure he’ll make it up to you somehow 😉 

hye♡  RENJUN! 

renjunnie bye! you two were loud af so i can tease you all i want 

hye♡ 🙄 

She chuckled before locking the phone again and stretching, deciding to turn on the TV and let time pass by in some other way. 

“You waited an hour?” When Haechan’s voice resonated in the living room she almost skipped a beat, not expecting him to come out of the room for at least another thirty minutes. 

“Yeah, I told you,” she smiled, turning around and chuckling softly while her eyes ran on his body. He looked good with anything on, but those casual clothes were so dear to her. It reminded her of the most honest and real Haechan, the one that didn’t care about what people had to say, the one she spent hours watching trash movies or tv shows with, the one she rushed to the supermarket with after only putting a jacket and shoes on, or the one that was standing in front of her right now. “You look sexy like this,” she winked and he shook his head, hiding the light embarrassment before he walked into the kitchen. 

“You cooked?” 

“Yeah, prepared teobokki, but I think we have to reheat it now, unless you want to eat gum,” she commented, pulling the two dishes out of the microwave. “I’ll use the pan in the sink.” 

“No, I’ll do it,” he said, grabbing the dishes from her hands, and coming face to face. 

Her eyes lit up before she leaned in and left a peck on his lips. “Will you blow up the kitchen, Ramsey?” 

Haechan playfully pushed her away with a swing of the hip before turning on the stove and flipping the teobokki in the pan. “I can reheat some food for five minutes. Go pick a movie or something you want to watch.” 

“No complains?” She asked, pointing a finger at his chest. 

Haechan nodded, “I owe it to you, I’m sorry I made you wait.” 

“Alright, so you won’t complain about Clueless.” 

“Damn, for the nth time?” 

“It’s my comfort movie and it’s my pick, think about the food instead,” she said, rushing out of the kitchen to reach the sofa and select the movie. 

When Haechan sat on the couch, placing the two plates on the table in front of it, he furrowed, not seeing the movie on the screen. 

“What’s that?” 

“Something we’ve never seen before,” she said. “I mean, we saw the first but not the sequel.” 

“Oh,” he whispered, passing a pair of chopsticks in her hands, “are you sure? I was kidding before, you know?” 

She hummed with her mouth already stuffed with teobboki, not even giving Haechan time to warn her about how hot they were. “I’m hungry,” she mumbled with her mouth closed and a sweet crease on her forehead. 

“My fault, sorry,” he said, picking up the ceramic and starting to blow on the food to cool it. “But again, we can watch Clueless, I don’t mind that I know every dialogue by heart.” 

“As you should, that’s a classic, it’s basic culture,” she joked, shifting closer to him until their legs brushed together and their shoulders touched. That was home to her, the physical contact, feeling him close even if they weren’t doing anything exciting, it was normal, it was calming, and it was what she always knew. Haechan was the only stable island of her life, the only land that wasn’t non-unexplored, and didn’t sink into the ocean. The only constant star that she could always look at to come home. She didn’t know how she would’ve survived without him, without this. 

“And what’s this?” 

“Knives out, remember? The detective and the spoiled rich people being put back in their place?” 

“Oh,” Haechan laughed, “I love it.” 

The weekend passed by too fast for Hyejin’s liking, two days and a half felt like two hours, and when the erratic mood of the week picked up again, the last thing she wanted to hear was about Haechan’s ex coming back to Korea. 

The grunt that escaped from her lips couldn’t masquerade the fake, sweet tone of her voice when she accepted tonight’s dinner through the phone, but Haechan couldn’t see her, and she was glad for that so they could avoid another countless fight over her. 

Hyejin couldn’t get it. She simply couldn’t see why after all the pain she put him through, Haechan still welcomed her with open arms. Did he forget about what he had been through, what they had been through? Because she surely didn’t delete the memories of their nights up, her being Haechan’s shoulder to cry on, constantly, before they dated, while they dated, and after. 

Zoya was perennial tears sewed into Haechan’s eyes and Hyejin had spent precious hours unstitching them to put a smile on his face. 

But what could she do now? If she knew about the tears, she also knew the reason why, and if she had to be honest, and leave the childish pettiness in the back of her heart, she had to admit that lots of those tears were caused by Haechan himself being too caught up in her, and being just a dumb, teenager boy that didn’t know how to balance his emotions. 

And after all, if they decided to meet again, it could only mean they made it up, patched up the shredded tapestry she ripped away when she left without a word, and they could start again, as friends. 

Because that was what they were. 

Friends. 

All of them. 

That was how it started; when Hyejin and Haechan approached the new shy girl from New Dehili who would always sit alone in a corner during lunch in elementary school. When they invited her home and helped her learn Korean as they slowly started to spend more and more time together. When Haechan’s eyes started shining with a different light in middle school every time he looked at her, and how her eyes never reciprocated the same glint. When Hyejin would stare in silence, feeling her heart sink in her chest, hearing her friend’s voice talk about her so full of love. When their trio stopped being one and Zoya found better friends, but somehow still kept in touch with Haechan, and all of a sudden there were no more tears left to dry on his cheeks. 

Friends. 

Until they weren’t. 

Until Zoya and Haechan started dating. And she was back at their bigger high school table with all their friends, happy. And Hyejin wasn’t so sure about her place anymore, it surely wasn’t the place she wanted, but it was still at Haechan’s side, and even at Zoya’s side, even if she couldn’t recognize her friend anymore. 

And now there was this awkward tension in the air as the car sprinted down Seoul’s streets, and Haechan sang carelessly as a Shinee song passed by the radio. She felt numb, unsure about what to feel. A tiny, invisible, part of her was happy to see her again. Surely, they had stopped talking like when they were kids, but she still considered Zoya her friend, and when she ripped a part of Haechan’s heart, she also ripped a part of hers. Another was terrified, because she knew her, and she envied her. Because during all the nights she spent awake, caressing Haechan’s cheeks, she slowly got why Haechan was so enchanted by her, and tonight was going to be yet another painful reminder. 

“Why are you pouting since we arrived?” Haechan asked as they silently walked to the restaurant, his hands tucked in the pockets of his jeans, far away from her lingering hands begging to be taken into his. 

Hyejin let out another bitter chuckle, rubbing her palms on her arms, trying to fight the cold and the nervousness. “I don’t get why she has to be here.” 

“That’s literally for her, she’s finally coming back to Seoul after years, I think it’s only right to celebrate.” 

Celebrate. What was to celebrate? Hyejin didn’t even know what she had come back for. “Yeah, whatever,” she whispered, so low under her breath that the cars passing by overshadowed her voice, not that Haechan would’ve given her an answer anyway. He was too caught up in what was about to happen, and even if he didn’t say it out loud, she knew he found her behaviour annoying and childish. 

When they pushed the door of the restaurant Haechan picked for the occasion — a cosy, traditional place downtown — it didn’t take them long to spot Zoya at a table in the far corner of the room. She was eye-catching no matter where she was or what she wore, all eyes were on her so effortlessly. 

“Hyuck!” She screamed, waving when they approached. Hyejin was standing right behind her boyfriend to shield herself from her because she knew that seeing her would’ve ruined her mood in a second. 

“Zoya!” He greeted her back, pulling her into a tight hug. For Hyejin it lasted way too long but she couldn’t complain, it made sense; when she didn’t let jealousy take over her, it made sense.

“Hi,” Hyejin whispered, moving her hand shyly and feeling her heart drop when she finally, and bravely, took a look at her. 

“Look at you, Hyejin,” Zoya cheered, perfect white teeth shining in a warm smile, unexpectedly bringing her close in a hug. “You got bangs? You look amazing.” 

She found it hard to believe, especially when she looked like that. “Thanks,” she breathed out, shily tugging a strand of hair behind her ear, suddenly feeling too conscious about her appearance. “The red strands? You always rock bold looks,” she commented, staring at Zoya’s hair and how unfairly gorgeous she looked. Zoya was a goddess, and it wasn’t surprising it took Haechan months to get over her. If she was him, she probably wouldn’t ever get over her. 

“Yeah. Wanted to try something new,” she said, sitting and watching them do the same, taking their place in front of her on the bench. “I even tried blonde, never again,” she joked, handing them the menu. 

“I bet you looked beautiful even like that,” Haechan commented, his eyes beaming while he stared at the girl facing him, and Hyejin forced a smile on her lips while she hid her face behind the menu. Maybe focusing on the food was better than this. 

“Hyejin.” Only at what might have been the 50th call of her name, Hyejin turned around and was brought back from blankly spacing into her plate. “Are you okay?” Zoya asked and she hummed, realizing she didn’t pay attention to a single word they had said, by now for half an hour. 

“Yeah, just, sorry, I zoned out,” she smiled, hoping it would’ve been enough to brush away the awkwardness, after looking at Haechan who was staring at her before bringing his attention back to his food. 

The red-haired showed her teeth in a reassuring smile and then spoke again, “We were talking about college; how did it go?” 

“Stressful,” Hyejin mumbled. Real life sucked in her opinion, while everyone around her seemed so hyped about new adventures and work and bills to pay, she just wanted to cry and go back in time, maybe even pick a different major because, who would’ve thought, art doesn’t pay the bills as much as being a doctor does. And now that Zoya was here, she wished even more that college didn’t end. Why was she even back? She flew back to India for who knows what reason, and now was back in Seoul. To work? Or to steal Haechan from her? 

“I felt the same but look at us now. There are so many roads we can take from now on!” She exclaimed and Hyejin faintly made out Haechan cheering in agreement before their conversation drifted somewhere else and she slumped in her thoughts again. 

She didn’t do it on purpose, it was a mechanism of defence since she was a child. She couldn’t bear staying at their side for long before her brain started to compare herself with her, and that would lead to a weird mix of self-hatred and Zoya-hatred thoughts she couldn’t bear. 

Zoya was perfect, actually. She had no reason to hate her, if only it wasn’t for what had been between her and Haechan before. Zoya hurt Haechan so much when she broke up with him with no warning and flew to another country, and the one that dried all his tears was her. She could still remember the nights spent up, talking him through it, trying to calm him down and uselessly trying to make him see that she never deserved him. And all those talks and cries led to this, to them, to Haechan finally realizing the feelings he had for Hyejin for so long and simply never wanted to admit. The same feelings she cherished in her heart secretly for years while she watched in the distance — or closeness — him being in love with someone else. 

And now that Zoya was back, just as casually as she left, Hyejin couldn’t believe how things were flowing between them, it was as if nothing happened, as if all those tears that scratched Haechan’s cheeks had never fallen from his eyes, as if all the bleeding didn’t happen. How could Haechan forgive so easily? How could they still fit so perfectly? 

When the dinner ended and they exchanged the last greetings, the walk to the car was silent but not tense and awkward like the walk there. Hyejin searched for Haechan’s hand and held it tight, locking their fingers and finally feeling at ease again. It was as if all the pieces went back into place when they were together and all her nonsense paranoids disappeared in the sky, drifting away in the wind. 

“Was it so terrible?” Haechan asked, pulling his hand away to wrap his arm around her shoulders and push her close to his body.  

Hyejin shook her head, hiding a dumb smile at his action, reclining her head to hide the warmth on her face. She couldn’t grade that night, not in an honest way at least, but she didn’t want to vent about it with him, she frankly didn’t want to talk about her for the rest of the night. 

“Can we grab ice cream before going back home?” She asked, hoping Haechan wouldn’t have changed the topic again. 

“Sure,” he said, opening the door of the passenger seat. “Hop inside, I’m taking you to our favourite place.” 

Sitting on a bench with the chill air of the night and eating ice cream wasn’t the smartest idea but something about it was soothing. The quiet of that part of town, the blue sky over them, and the shoes on the ground of the people passing by were a nice accompaniment. 

“Don’t lean into me,” Haechan said when she shifted closer, softly pushing her away and glaring at her.

“Why?” She pouted, creating a deep crease on her forehead. 

“We know how clumsy you are, you will make it all drop on me,” he said, pointing at the cone in her hand. 

She rolled her eyes, huffing loudly because, even if that made sense, she still wanted to be closer to him, and he pushed her away. 

“Can I sleep at your place, at least?” She stopped, licking the chocolate and squeezing her eyes when the cold got to her brain. “So we can cuddle.” 

“Cuddle?” Haechan teased, voice coming out lower while his lips curled in a smirk. 

“Yes, dumbass,” she screamed, slapping his arm away. “You took me out with your ex, you’re not getting laid for at least a month.” 

Haechan gasped dramatically, shaking his head. “One month? Why are you so cruel? I even paid for your ice cream.” 

She shrugged, waving him off with a move of the hand. “Don’t care, can’t care, won’t ever care about it.” 

The black-haired snorted, “Yeah, we know that you won’t last a month.” 

“Bet?” The challenging look she reserved for him was supposed to appear more threatening than it was, but it only made her boyfriend chuckle. 

Haechan scoffed, staring at her in disbelief. “Really?” 

“Yeah, if you’re so sure that I will be the first one to give up, what do you have to lose?” 

He snorted and then nodded. “Fine, fine, what do we bet?” He asked. “No,” he said, watching her smile turn into a devilish smirk. “Whatever you’re thinking, it’s a big no.” 

“I’ll think about it, maybe money, maybe edging you for hours, maybe something funnier,” she winked, after licking her lips sensually.  

“You are evil,” he huffed before going back to his ice scream that was almost finished. 

“You are worse.” 

Haechan scoffed. “By the way, of course, you can sleep at mine. Oh, wait, I hope my girlfriend isn’t home, maybe we should take this somewhere else.” 

Hyejin pushed him away with a harsh push and almost made him fall to the ground. 

“What has taken over you tonight?” He yelled, staring at her with wide eyes. 

“That’s what you get,” she smirked before standing up. “And let’s head to the car, I wanna go home.” 

Haechan hummed, throwing in the bin the paper in his hand, and then they started walking to his car, this time with their arms intertwined. 

The way back home was quieter, while they hummed some tunes on the radio, trying to fight off the sleep from their eyes until they made it home. Once inside, Haechan turned on the heater and Hyejin walked straight to the bathroom to get ready for the night. She walked the place as if it was hers, knowing where everything was, moving around so nonchalantly. 

And exactly the way she was walking in the living room, brown hair pinned back, big soft pajamas taking her clothes place, bare feet with socks on the wooden floor, and toothbrush in her mouth as she turned on the tv, trying to find something interesting, made something pop up in Haechan’s mind. 

“Oh, Hyejin,” he called, making her turn around, head tilted to the side and a small dimple on her cheek. “I forgot to tell you something. I’m sorry, I wanted to, but it slipped my mind.” 

She frowned and then ran to the bathroom to clean her mouth. 

“There will be quite a big change,” Haechan said, leaning against the bathroom frame, watching as she dried her face with a towel and applied moisturizer on her face. 

“A big change?” 

“Yeah, you know since Mark and Renjun moved out I can’t afford this place all alone, so a new friend of mine will move in.” 

“Oh, that’s great, so maybe you can start saving again,” she smiled, feeling happiness fill her heart.  

“Yeah, and also start breathing again. We can spend more time together if I can drop one of my two jobs.” 

“That’s amazing,” she cheered, cupping his cheeks before pulling him down to kiss his lips. “Do I know him?” 

“Nope, not yet. I’ll introduce you to him next Friday.” 

“I can’t wait to meet him.” 

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[pascalpvnk]

glimpse of us

pairing: sarah miller & joel miller & ellie williams

summary: sarah was his sun. ellie was his moon. both equally beautiful in their own ways, one more sought out than the other in the darkness of joel’s mind.

word count: 647

warnings: angst, major major spoilers for tlou part II/season two, survivors guilt, mentions of insecurity, mentions of alcoholism, mentions of religion, possibly ooc, very open for interpretation.

a/n: joel's thoughts are italicized. i'm sorry for the pain this may cause. self beta'd, all mistakes are my own. based on 'glimpse of us' by joji. dividers by @saradika-graphics

She’s written in the walls. Swirls of pink and purple paint contrasts the similarly beige hue that matched his living room back in Austin. Joel’s eyes must’a been deceiving him. 

The remnants of a solo movie night shifted to his similar ones with his sweet girl, every one of them ending with her curled up in his lap. She would murmur in her sleep, her accent heavier than she typically allowed. 

Joel feels immense guilt for surviving this long without her. Looking down at his lap, there isn’t a mane of curls covering her beautiful face. It’s just the denim of the jeans he fell asleep in the night prior. The dark leather of his watch feels tighter on his wrist for a moment. 

His arm timidly turns. The glare of the late morning sunshine’s reflection pierces his vision. Pointed glass shards attempt to cover the battered, rusted, stilled clock hands. The battery gave out over a decade ago, but he can still hear it tick tick tick, another constant reminder of his beloved.

I’m not her, you know.

But he also feels the weighted guilt that he cannot let go and give his kiddo the father she needs. The honest, do good dad that doesn’t have to watch her from afar, doing anything in her power to be away from him. Not that he deserves more with all he’s done for himself all these years. 

Her deep greens and red splatters taint the pretty pastels on his walls. They’re not the same person, he constantly has to remind himself. The part that comes with more difficulty some nights being and that’s okay.

How can he have screwed up this bad? His first was attached to his hip, goofing around with him, gave him the time of day and then some. But she was fourteen.

He doesn’t know how to conquer mid to late teens. It doesn’t make him feel any less of a failure. Because this may be new for him, but he damn well knows this distance is abnormal. Naively, he’s still hopeful that she’ll forgive him. He’s hopeful for a second chance at what he lost rather than to accept it and move forward. 

We’re done.

Little by little, Joel’s whiskey migrates away from his coffee corner. He lets himself enjoy the natural, full boldness of his mug, lets himself live awake rather than his comforting numbness. Yet still punishing himself with the headaches he endures when his vice slips into his nightly routine instead. Failure. Failure. Failure. 

Nights when he slips back into his lost faith, kneeling and silently whispering to his fallen angel above. Begging for her guidance, her love once more.

I miss you, babygirl. 

He yearns for her wit, her sarcasm, creativity and passion used for what she loved. He finds in a different form with her, this time being used against him.

Her once genuine laughter turned to pitiful chuckles and ultimately to nothing. Multiple conversations with his sister-in-law ending with everything’s fine, it’s just a phase. But she sees him lying through his teeth, the dull heartbreak his eyes hold. Everyone does. 

Everyone witnesses his soul crumple and turn to dust in the church. Pushed away by her once more but only this time verbally. He feels the burning gazes watching his defeated form, tail between his legs as he retreats to his home, finding comfort and solidarity in his hand painted mug. Pure black coffee. He deserves to feel this weight. Deserves to stay up all night with this pain.

He expects her to yell at him once more as he sees her come into the dim light, porch rail creaking as she finds herself a spot near him, not next to him. 

“I would like to try.”

Tears flood his vision. Joel got his dying wish. Another chance to have a glimpse of her once more.

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[tottenhamhotsperm]

'cause sometimes, I look in [his] eyes, and that's where I find a glimpse of us

#aew #njpw #golden lovers #kenny omega #kota ibushi #hangman page #hangman adam page #my edits #ANOTHER EDIT YAY #song is glimpse of us by joji!!!! #this is literally the only thing ive been thinking about ever since the song came out #it matches these 3 PERFECTLY its not even funny #i was gonna write a fic about it but uhhhh writers block so heres a short little edit instead :] #gl classics

[quirrrky]

—GLIMPSE OF US [miya osamu x reader]

❝𝑊hy then, if she is so perfect, do I still wish that it was you? Perfect don't mean that it's working, so what can I do?❞

She was, to him, everything he ever hoped for. She's the only one he thought he’d ever loved—an important piece of his heart ingrained in his memory. Most importantly, she's someone you could never be.

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𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐬 [moodboard] ✦ 𝐨𝐧𝐞 she’d take the world off my shoulders if it was ever hard to move ✦ 𝐭𝐰𝐨  ‘cause sometimes I look in her eyes and that’s where I find a glimpse of us ✦ 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞  when you’re out of sight, in my mind...hopin’ I’ll find a glimpse of us ✦ 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫 maybe you’ll start slipping slowly and find me again ✦ 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞 is this a part of your story? one that I have never lived

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[traumxrei-archive]

hello! can i request #9 and jade for the special, um, 666 followers event LOL. if the slots are already full, can i request jade for #8 instead? thank you so much!

【 passing time in your arms 】

prompt #8: They said they were finally going to leave Twisted Wonderland, but he doesn’t want them to go and if he doesn’t say something now… (ft. jade leech)

gn! reader, 600 followers event ficlet

author's note: hello !! i think i ran out of slots on #9, so this will be written with prompt #8, which is. angsty asf. i had a fun time making jade go through all that angst jskdfjsk idk what possessed me to write this since it's kinda hurt/minimal comfort, but nonetheless i hope you enjoy the fic ^^

Memories weren't something that was particularly important to Jade Leech. It was simply a useful tool; for passing his classes, remembering orders, and at times recalling the past. But right now more than ever, Jade was sure that he wanted to remember. No, he needed to remember.

As he desperately ransacked his own belongings— trying so hard to remember— Jade's mind couldn't help but replay the exact moment that lead him to where he was now.

It was a particularly special day for Jade. The Mountain Lovers Club finally got clearance to do an off-campus hike. To Jade, there was nothing more exciting. Especially when the Prefect was added to the mix. He managed to coax out an agreement from them to come with him for this hike.

And the hike was productive indeed, just as his calculations had predicted. There were many new plants he got to catalog and photograph, and the Prefect's company was a welcome change from his usually lonely hikes. It wasn't until they got to the mountaintop that the atmosphere started to change.

"Jade," It was automatic how he turned towards where they were, used to them calling for him; whether at the lounge, in the lunchroom, or those rare moments they had alone. There was a slight smile on his face, uncharacteristic of his usual disposition. But it quickly disappeared when he saw the serious look on their face.

"What is it, Prefect?"

"This is hard..." They muttered under their breath, dragging their hands over their face. "Okay. Crowley just informed me this morning that he found a way to send me back to my old world. I...wanted you to be one of the first to know."

Jade tilted his head. Was he hearing right? He didn't know how to conduct himself, his face contorting into a painfully polite smile, "Excuse me?"

"I'm going back to my old world, Jade," There was a slight pause before they continued. "I know this isn't something you could be happy about—"

"No, no," Jade insisted, though he could feel his heart clench painfully in the confines of his ribs. "This must be a happy occasion for you. I was just...shocked, really. After all, it has been a long time since you've received any news." Not long enough, a traitorous thought said and Jade couldn't help but agree.

"Right?" They turned their gaze to the view. "I guess Crowley did his work after all that procrastinating." What was once a beautiful view to Jade now all looked like it was dipped in greyscale with the crushing weight of the news they just delivered.

Jade tried to clear his head, "Who else knows?"

"Ah," They smiled sheepishly. "It's just you and Grim. He was there when Crowley told me, he's probably kicking up a fit because I left on the hike right after he was told."

Just him and Grim.

"Your other acquaintances probably won't be as composed as I," Jade bluffed, willing his eyes to curve into a fake smile. "I do wish you luck. And you can tell me if you'd like....assistance with telling them."

"Thank you, Jade," They breathed out a long sigh. "It's sad, but...Crowley said that the end of this month is the only guaranteed time I'd be able to go back. It's either now or most likely never, so... I hope you can understand my choice."

They didn't speak anymore after that. The hike down was quiet, sparse words exchanged to make sure that they didn't lose each other. They parted with a goodbye on their part, and he made sure not to lose his smile till after they were gone.

But how was Jade supposed to look at them the same when he knew he was on borrowed time? When he knew that he would be losing them at the end of it all?

The worst part was that his mind was working well enough that he could understand their choice. They had grown up in their original world; spending most of their life there. All semblance of family they had, all their friends, possessions, and anything that mattered...it was all there.

Not here. Not in Twisted Wonderland.

But there was something here, wasn't there? There was the time that they spent with everyone, no matter how short. It had been almost a whole year that they've stayed here. And the time they spend with him, too. Those memories must count for something...right?

So that was where he found himself now. Digging through his usually-neat desk drawer, trying to catch the memories rushing through his mind like sands slipping through his fingers.

A bookmark. The painfully familiar scrawl on the back reminded him of a favor he did for them in the early stages of their acquaintance. It was a first for him to receive such a gift, and it piqued his interest in them. 

A handful of eel-shaped candies from Sam's. They had brought him one every so often whenever they remembered. And while Jade wasn't a sweet tooth, he still ate them at times. The candy always stained his tongue purple and he remembered them remarking about how they matched.

A pressed flower. Something about how autumn was coming and how the flowers were too pretty to forget. He only kept it because he thought that the sentiment was poetic, and the downcast gaze the Prefect gave the flower was too obvious to ignore.

An awfully burned glove that he should've thrown away sooner. The result of their experimentation in the greenhouse. They had laughed so brightly at the failure that Jade couldn't even bring himself to frown. They had perfected it at the end, and Crewel had praised them. But Jade only cared about the beaming smile they sent him.

A photo from that Ghost Camera of theirs. The couple in the photo moved slightly, and he sucked a breath at the vividness of it all. It was his birthday, and they said that it was their special gift for him. He was looking at them, something so bright in his eyes as they were busy clicking the shutter. He was staring at them so intently that he couldn't remember what it felt like before them.

And suddenly he couldn't breathe.

When. When did they become such an irreplaceable part of his life? Jade had to blink hard to keep the tears from falling down his cheeks. There was a call of his name; just Floyd asking if he was okay. He looked like a mess, still in his hiking gear, rummaging through his stuff like a madman.

He said something along the lines that he was fine, cradling the items to his chest like they would disappear with the wind. He didn't remember much of the next part, only that he somehow found himself all the way at Ramshackle.

It was dark. He shouldn't be here. He shouldn't, but when a sleepy-eyed Prefect answered the door he could feel his heart stopping in his throat.

"Jade?" He wanted to sob at the mere mention of his name.

"I'm not okay. I...I lied," Jade couldn't help but crumple to his knees as he made it into the foyer. "I'm sorry. I'm really sorry." They followed him, his hand clutching at their sleeve.

"Is this...?"

"This. And this, and this," He felt crazy just laying out each item. Crazy hoping that they would understand. "I didn't...realize."

"Realize what?" Their voice was surprisingly level, even as they picked up the photo. Though he could see it was all an act. He saw the way their throat bobbed; glossiness overtaking their eyes.

He cradled their hand, slowly letting his shaking fingers brush over their knuckles, "I am in love with you. I don't want you to leave. And I'm selfish for—"

He was interrupted by their hug, his items scattering as they fell onto the wood floors with a thump. The air was knocked out of him, replaced by an awful warmth as he snaked his arms around them all too desperately.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid," They whispered, tears staining his neck. "You weren't supposed to say anything. I was— I was going to leave before we could—"

"We can now," Jade swallowed back another plead. "For you. Even if you decide to leave."

Their face hovered over his, equally as tear-stained, "I'll break your heart."

"And I'll allow it," Jade said firmly, wiping the tears from their cheeks. "I think it would break either way without you here."

The kiss they shared after was quiet; an exchange of silent promises not to forget. A bittersweet uncertainty punctuated by tears. For the time they had left in each other's arms was shorter than both would've liked. And a day would come when all they would have were memories of it all.

thanks for reading the jade angst ! if you enjoyed (or need some healing from that heavy blow of emotional damage), go ahead and check out my masterlist for more of my writing <33

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[simons-purplehoodie]

The last chapter of A Glimpse of Us is out now!

Read it here on ao3

Here we are, the last chapter of this story. Never in my life did I ever think I would write something this long, or spend so much time crafting a story in my head and translating it to writing over the course of more than a year. I would never have had the motivation or the confidence to finish such a story without all the incredibly kind and encouraging words from everyone, so thank you so much for all the love you have given this story.

I will never be able to accurately express my gratitude for all the joy you have brought me from the breathtaking analyses, hilarious shouting at me or the characters, encouragement, predictions, your personal connections, and infinite more things I have read in the comments of this story. It means the world to me.

Also, thank you to @sunshine-rudberg for waiting for so long for this story to be finished, for dealing with all my grammar errors, for noticing when the plot gets confusing or when I've written something out of character for this version of Wilmon, and for being the most wonderful friend.

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[midnightdemonhunter]

(What do you wish for?)

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guys thank you so much for sticking around with me despite my lack of content… ive missed writing and talking to you all and responding to reviews so much. going to start working my way through responding to the reviews on the weekend and answering asks. ive finally started writing again the past two weeks, and today is the first day ive felt that excitement that i used to feel while writing. makes me realize how much i love this community. thank you for being here.

#and i really hope you guys like this new fic #im kinda nervy to post bc it’s nothing like groundbreaking or anything #just a fun lil piece #n that’s okay 🤧 #i hope it makes you guys laugh #and i hope some of you who relate to these characters feel comforted and yeah #anywho #gonna go write 🥹💗 #im so excited to dive into glimpse of us after this too like #this plot is my golden child fr #v much my magnum opus fic and yeah ugh #can’t wait #love you all

[derangederensimp]

Uzui’s Fourth Wife: Chapter 7 Feelings

Authors note: I was listening to Glimpse of us by Joji so it probably is really sad 🧍‍♀️ sorry. Character death (not Riku, the reader or Tengen)

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Trudging through the pouring rain trying to get to the next mission destination Riku tried to stay off the main roads or towns due to there being civilians. A twig snapping behind him, whipping his head to the side to see a lone woman nudged up against a tree carrying a child on her back. “Do you need help ma’am? You really should get out of the rain. You’ll catch a cold” Riku said walking towards the woman, her face losing color as he caught her in his arms. The baby was surprisingly dry while the mother was freezing and clothes soaked.

Walking into town a man came running towards their direction calling out what must’ve been the woman’s name because her head lifted up when the call met her ears. Riku waving his in the arm to grab the attention of the man, he saw as the man’s eyes widened prickled with tears embracing the woman in his arms and checking on the sleeping baby.

“Sweetheart I told you not to overwork yourself, I could’ve gotten him to sleep. Please don’t disappear like that again”. The man leaned the women beside him and held the baby in his arms as they started their way into town “thank you kind man” the woman softly.

Riku figured that since he was in town he might as well get a place to stay till the rain stopped to continue on. Walking aimlessly through the town his head perked up when he swore he heard your sweet laughter. His eyes bouncing in all directions to try and find where the laughter had come from. His heart sank when he saw the women turn around and it wasn’t you. How could it be you, he was nowhere in a place you’d ever find yourself and if you somewhere out on a mission you would be in the company of Tengen. You weren’t a demon slayer so you’d have no business traveling along like he had to but once you became Tengens you’d sure travel along with him like his other wives do.

“One room please just for the night” Riku said, handing the inns clerk money before getting a key to a lone room. The last one available for the night, it was warm and cozy but even the warmth of room didn’t warm his heart the way your presence and touch always did. Riku regretted how he left, why didn’t he just pick you up into his arms and run away with you. He knew he could’ve given you everything you wanted, he knew your family wouldn’t be so cruel to never speak to you again. He knew your father just wanted you to be happy and didn’t care if Tengen ever came back or stayed away.

Riku was purposely avoiding returning to his estate to avoid any questions his father would have. The first time he met you he wasn’t even supposed to be in that village, especially during the ceremony of shiobi’s picking wives. Once Riku took you back home after the time you spent together he went back to the estate. His father was furious that he went behind his back leaving the estate without permission. “Father I know I was not permitted to leave but I did meet someone. She was beautiful, such a kind woman even to a stranger.” Riku wearing a smile on his face while his father sat in deep thought, not responding.

Riku’s father wasn’t upset that he was pursuing a woman, he was upset that his only living son, left without even a notice to his worried sick mother and younger sisters. After Riku’s only eldest brother got killed by a demon when Riku was just a child his parents kept the rest of the children on a tight watch. Not allowing them to run off on their own or leave without knowing where they were going. Riku was too young to remember having a brother but there was times when small blurry memories would surface of a older boy sparring with him but Riku thought it was a neighbor that he overtime just never saw again.

It shattered his parents' hearts when he told them he would be leaving to become a Shinobi and Demon Slayer. They begged and pleaded for him to just follow along the family business of weapon making but over the years of Riku growing up and Shinobi’s buying their weapons and always sparring with Riku to make sure the blades were what they needed. It became a dream of his to become like those men. His parents had no persuasive words to give and knew sooner or later they wouldn’t keep their children confined in the estate forever.

The painful memory of Yui’s death replaying in Riku’s fathers head as whatever Riku was saying was just passing through the other ear. Yui sacrificed himself to save Riku, it was the last thing he could’ve done to protect his younger brother as their father laid helplessly with an injured leg. The demon waited for the perfect time to attack, the children being the second target after taking the older man out leaving the children defenseless. Yui pushed Riku to their father before getting into a defensive stance taking the blade his father welded although heavy Yui was able to swing it. Keeping the demon occupied till daylight broke no matter how many wounds he had he stood his ground till his last breath. Their father tried getting up and crawling towards the demon but it was already too late as the demon burned away from the sun. Yui was far too wounded to be taken back home and cared for. His father pulling him into his arms and pleading aloud for his son to live, to switch places with him.

A tear rolling down Riku’s fathers face is what stopped Riku from talking. “Father? What is it? Have I upset you? I’m sorry” Riku took a step back out the doorway “come here boy” His father finally croaked out holding his arms open. Riku walked back inside and hugging his father, his fathers hand rubbing his hair as he held him close “My dear son, please for the sake of your family tell us where you are going. We couldn’t bear to lose you too. When you do return next time please bring that woman with you, she sounds like she’s perfect for you.”

Riku never got the chance to bring you to the estate to meet his parents and his many sisters. He never returned home this whole time because he knew you weren’t his so how could he return home without you beside him. But it was becoming far too long from being away from home and not seeing them. Once this mission was over he would heading that way and possibly retiring back to the village and staying out taking over the family business.

A knock on the door startling Riku as he brought himself to his feet walking to the door and creaking it open to see the woman he thought sounded like you standing at the door. Riku hadn’t even paid attention of the type of inn he checked into. “Can I come inside?” Her voice even sounded like you and he wished so much they if he closed his eyes and opened them again it would be you standing before him. Her hand softly brushing along his arm “I’m sorry, I’m just leaving” Riku said, walking past the woman. He had changed into dry clothes and the rain was gone so he kept in on his path to where he needed to go. The memories of his time with you playing through his head as he hoped you were safe and ok back home. The thought of much he loved you stayed in his mind as he walked.

He hadn't known that you were attacked by demons with Tengen defeating them and had you at the butterfly estate. His crow would know whenever he did return but Riku hadn’t seen him for a few days.

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Back a the butterfly estate you sat in the hospital bed blushing and softly chuckling at all the things Uzui had told the young nurse girls about you. He acted like a man so in love, how could he be so in love with a stranger you thought to yourself. Uzui’s face was beat red as he tired to shush the girls from telling you even more of what he had said on multiple occasions.

Luckily he was saved by the door slamming open as an angry Sanemi walked covered in wounds barking out orders to the nurses. You stared at him and he glanced at you quickly before scoffing to himself and letting the girls address his wounds “another damn wife. What are you trying to do Tengen? Make a little Uzui army? Have your own demon slaying unit, good luck with that one. She looks like she’s never fought a demon in her life” Naho slamming her fist into his head “shut up you big dummy”

“Come on y/n the wives are waiting for us to eat breakfast” Uzui said, extending his hand out to help you up. Making and exit to allow Naho, Sumi, and Kiyo to take care of Sanemi.

Last night's dinner wasn’t terrible, you mainly stayed silent as the wives kept bickering back and forth trying to gain Uzui’s attention. He tried dividing it up evenly but it wasn’t enough for Suma his first wife or really any of the wives. He was away from them for a bit and when he told them he would be leaving you again once you’ve gained your strength to spend more time with you to get to know you more. You wondered how he would even be able to divide his time for one more person but did you really need his attention?

The next few days you all spent time together and it seemed like the key was to have you all with him at once. He wore a wide smile on his face and you tried to get into the conversation but Makio still being jealous would always cut you off. “Being rude isn’t going to make me want to be around you more Makio. You four may one day have to fend for yourselves together if something happens to me first so getting along would be great” Uzui said, narrowing his eyes when Makio huffed out air before apologizing and crossing her arms.

It came the 5th day of being at the butterfly estate that you felt up to making the journey back home. The next morning you said Goodbye to Suma, Kiyo, and Naho. They had packed you up with a bunch of food to take with you and Tengen so that you were held over for food till you returned home. He hugged his wives before standing beside you and placing his hand on your lower back ushering you through the gate of the estate to begin walking.

You didn’t remember it taking this long to get where you both would’ve been by now. Little did you know that Uzui had planned this whole thing taking a detour each time to tack on more time. Your stomach growled and he couldn’t help himself from laughing. “It’s not funny. You got us lost and now I’m hungry” you pouted.

“This seems like a good spot to stop them have some of the delicious food the girls packed up huh?” Uzui said laying out a blanket under a cherry blossom tree, he had stolen it from the butterfly estate which shouldn’t have surprised you. He was a sneaky man and it clicked in your head that he had to have planned this. Deciding to keep it to yourself you sat down and took out both of your portions, the only using being that the girls must’ve forgotten his utensils so you had to share.

“Feed me” he cockily said, opening his mouth wide waiting for you to bring the food to his mouth. “Use your fingers, they should be clean enough” you said with a grin on your face as you took a bite yourself.

Although you did feel bad watching him eat with his hands you held the fork to his mouth “go on, Eat” you said, avoiding his eyes. You knew that his eyes were probably lit up with joy and he’d have that stupid smile on his face. But when you did finally look up to get another helping into the fork he just had a soft smile and adoring eyes. Your heart started to race as your cheeks grew pink. Why were you blushing? Why was your heart racing? You thought to yourself. It wasn’t like you haven’t fed a man before, you use to feed Riku from your fork before too but with him you would do it without him asking you to.

You got lost in thought remembering the time Riku had forgotten a set of fork and spoon for himself and he told you that he would just wait till you were done eating to then use yours but between each bite you fed him. Laughes being exchanged as you would make noises like you were feeding a child. It was loving though in all intent, you shared gazes till the food was all gone and you laid under the tree just like the one you were at now and took a nap.

Snapping out of memory your smile faded which made Uzui softly lose his too. *ahem* “here you can use it, I’m actually full now” you said putting away your half eaten food and looking out at the scenery. “Sorry, I should’ve known that he did all these things with you before I could. I'm sorry if it’s a painful memory now that it’s me and not him” Uzui said, putting away his now finished food container.

“No, it’s not that. I just- I don’t think it’s very fair to you that all I can think of is another man when you're trying to be so sweet” you said looking down at your lap.

Picking your chin up with his finger “I understand. Come on let’s get going your father is already probably losing his mind on where I have taken you”

You helped him fold up the blanket and begin the walk back to the estate. Looking up into the sky you saw a crow flying from above “is that your crow?” You asked looking up at the sky again for the bird to no longer be there. Uzui shrug his shoulders keeping his eyes ahead, the sun was out so no demons but he still wanted to be on guard incase.

“I haven’t seen you smile like the way you were when the nurses were telling you about how love struck I am” Uzui broke the silence. “It was sweet, I didn’t know someone could love someone like that and not know them super well” you said looking at Uzui. “I knew the day I saw you that I would love you till the day I died. Maybe I stayed away for so long because I didn’t want you to ever glimpse of the things I have to do or have you fear if I was coming home to you after a mission. I always kept an eye on you, maybe not directly but I use to send my crow to make sure you were ok. I heard that you were and it make me feel better but it wasn’t until my crow told me that you began hanging around another man, that’s when I knew I needed to come back for you but it was never the right moment and time went on. I just hope I’m not too late to have you love me like I love you” He spoke, not allowing you to put a word in or notice that you had stopped walking along side him.

When he did stop talking and look over you were nowhere to be seen. A panic radiating through his body as he could see no sign of you being anywhere. The only thing he could see was a piece of ripped fabric that was caught on a bush with a slight tinge of blood on it.

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𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐔𝐒 — 𝐂𝐇. 𝟐

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄 — 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 — 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎 — 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: lee haechan x oc ; na jaemin x oc 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄: fluff, smut, childhood best friends to lovers, strangers to lovers, exes to lovers, lovers to exes 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: jaemin arrives in korea, and he and hyejin immediately get along. But while he tries to settle in, new doubts creep into his mind, keeping him hooked on her relationship with haechan more than he should. 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: smut, oral s*x (f receiving), unprotected s*x 𝐖𝐂: +5k 𝐀/𝐍: the second chapter is here. things are getting more interesting, so i hope you'll like it! feedback means the world, whether it's a comment, a reblog (it helps to boost the fic so more people can see it), or an ask, please send your thoughts! enjoy ♡

When Friday came, Hyejin had completely forgotten about this new friend, honestly, she couldn’t care much about him. Between her job and other things assaulting her mind, worrying about whoever was going to live with Haechan was the last thought in her mind. They were already friends, so he couldn’t be a bad person, but did she care about knowing him? Not really. 

But maybe he would’ve been a good thing. If Haechan decided to go back to being friends with Zoya, she would’ve visited his place, met his roommate, fell for him, and Hyejin could sleep at night without the lingering fear of Zoya stealing her boyfriend. 

To be honest, Hyejin hated the word ‘stealing’, people aren’t objects, you can’t steal them, but you can draw them to you, and if you know the power you have over them, maybe the wiser choice would be to leave them alone, especially if you already did it once and hurt them. 

But even with that fantasy of setting the new boy up with Zoya, Hyejin still didn’t remember that he was already home when she barged inside Haechan’s place as if it was her own. 

“Honey!” The brown-haired screamed, closing the door with a loud bang as she pushed it close with her feet, “I’m home. Brought grocery.”

“Oh, I thought it was just two of us, here.” A male voice echoed through the place. A tall man with dyed dark blonde hair was standing in front of her, dressed in casual clothes, with a rather surprised expression on his handsome face. 

“Shit!” She screamed, bags full of stuff almost falling to the ground if only the stranger didn’t grab them promptly. When their eyes met, she could feel her heart throb in her chest, the eggs, God, the eggs, what if they broke anyway? 

“Are you okay?” The man questioned, standing up, doing the favour of still keeping the bags in his arms that were surely stronger than hers. 

She nodded, shaking her head and brushing her hair back while a look of panic still painted her face. “The eggs.” 

“The eggs?” His brows raised in perplexity as his head tilted to the side. 

“Yeah, can you see if the eggs broke? I wanted to make a cake and now no cake, and no ramen too with no eggs.” 

The blonde stared at her for a few seconds, studying her eyes and the nervous movements of her fingers before he coughed and shook his head. “I’m sure they’re fine,” he voiced, walking to the kitchen followed by her. 

“I think you crashed them,” she said, lightly jumping up and down on her tiptoes by his side, apprehensively waiting for him to find the containers with the eggs.  

“I think you scare yourself too easily,” he commented with a hint of sarcasm in his husky voice.  

“Excuse me?” 

The man chuckled, and a beautiful, breathtaking, smile appeared on his face. “Didn’t you know I was coming? If you live here, you surely agreed to me moving in, right? You know about me?” He asked while his voice broke into a high-pitched tone full of worries with each question. Haechan couldn’t be so damn dumb to don’t warn his roommate, right? 

“Oh! Oh, shit, it’s you! Yeah, I know about you, you slipped my mind, I’m sorry, but yeah, yeah,” she blurted out, running a hand in her hair before cupping her face. Why was she so forgetful? And why she couldn’t avoid making a fool of herself for once?  

“Great,” he smiled, letting out a breath of relief before grinning at her antics. “And I’ll pay for the eggs if they’re broken.” 

“No, no, it’s fine,” Hyejin reassured, moving her hand in a dismissive move. “And I don’t live here, by the way.” 

“Oh,” he whispered while he was still intent on placing everything on the table to find the eggs and make sure they weren’t crushed. “You… don’t?” 

“No, I’m Haechan’s girlfriend, I just grocery-shopped for me and, while I was there, I thought about doing it also for him.” She quirked a brow when she saw his reaction to her words. Was that a weird thing to do? It was just a nice gesture, and to her, it was pretty normal, just like ten thousand other things she would do in his place. 

“You’re nice…?” He said, letting the phrase hang, waiting for her to fill him in about her name.  

“Hyejin,” she greeted with a bright smile that turned into a shy laugh when she realized they had been talking for so long and did everything but introduce each other. “You?” 

“Jaemin, Na Jaemin, for my friends Nana,” he greeted, his 32 teeth smile on his face again. 

“Nana, that’s pretty,” she said. “So, do you mind helping me?” 

Jaemin smiled and then nodded. “The least I can do after I almost gave you a heart attack for your eggs.”

“Wow, you already became friends,” Haechan exclaimed, entering the kitchen and seeing how close Hyejin and Jaemin were already, chatting about something he couldn’t grasp. 

“He helped with the food. I passed by the mall and thought of you. You would die without me,” she finished jokingly, leaving Jaemin’s side to reach Haechan, and wrapping her arms around his shoulders before kissing him gently. “Missed you.” 

“It was a tough week,” he whispered, pulling away from the kiss, and walking around the table to see what was left in the bags. “Bought some things,” he joked. 

“You would starve without me,” she said. “Don’t have to thank me, by the way.” 

Haechan rolled his eyes and grabbed a bag of his favourite biscuits before walking back to her. “Thanks,” he said, doing pouty lips. “How much do I owe you?” 

“I don’t remember, we can settle it later. Or I could gift this to you, a welcome gift for the new boy,” Hyejin said, turning to Jaemin that was staring at them with an expression she couldn’t name. But he only smiled before looking away when their eyes met.

“Whatever you prefer,” Haechan shrugged, bringing her attention back to him, “by the way, I’m going to the skate park with Jeno, are you coming?” 

Her eyes darkened and a frown formed on her face. “But, we were supposed to hang out?” 

“I know, babe, but…” he sighed, “I forgot that I promised to him and Yangyang before I promised it to you.” 

She sighed but nodded without complaining further. “It’s fine, you had a long week with the moving in and then your job,” her lips curled in a smile and her hand lifted to caress his cheeks. “Have fun and don’t hurt yourself like last time.” 

Haechan chuckled. “It was a mistake and it was Yangyang’s fault.” 

She raised a brow and then laughed. “Sure, whatever. Can we eat together, though?” 

“Sure, I’ll be home before 7. If you want, I can grab something while coming back.” 

“No, I’ll cook something.” 

“Okay, bye,” he said, waving to them and leaving the house. 

When Haechan left, silence filled the room, and Hyejin wouldn’t have found it nerve-wracking if it only wasn’t for Jaemin’s persistent gaze on her. 

“Excuse me, everything alright?”

Jaemin didn’t comprehend she was talking to him right away and hesitated before answering in a mumble, “yeah, yeah, I was just… thinking.” 

“Oh, you wanted to be alone?” 

“What?” He asked, brows furrowing. “No, no, I can’t kick you out of the house,” he said, words followed by a light laugh, “not that I would. I have no reasons; you are so nice.” 

Hyejin’s eyes crinkled up and a small dimple poked her right cheek while a whispered thanks slurred from her lips. “You were thinking about what? If you want to tell me.” 

“No, it’s nothing,” he shrugged, leaning against the kitchen counter and watching as she moved around as if that was her place, cleaning up as if it was her duty, and sure, Jaemin knew nothing about them and their dynamics but something about everything felt off. Maybe it was the jet lag, or the Korean air after years of America, yes, it had to be that. 

Her soft giggle brought him back to earth. “What’s so funny?” 

“You,” she said. “Are you tired?” 

“Do I look that horrible?”

She shook her head while she folded the bags and then placed them under the sink, ready to be used again. “You look shaken. Is your room already set up?” 

Jaemin shrugged. “Partially, the truck with most of my things got lost and I have no idea when I will have my piano, my guitar, and my bed.” 

She gasped, signalling him to follow her on the couch. “Your bed?” 

“Yep, and while you’re here,” he coughed, “did you and Hyuck have plans for a spicy night or can I sleep with him tonight?” 

Hyejin laughed and shook her head. “I’m sorry but that’s hilarious.”

“My tragedy it’s hilarious? I spent years giving that mattress my shape, if I don’t get it by tomorrow, I will cry.” 

His voice and expression only made her laugh more, to the point of tears. “Sorry, it was bad luck, but the good news is you can sleep with my boyfriend.” 

“Great, I hope he stopped kicking with time.” 

She chuckled. “He doesn’t kick me when we sleep together.” 

“So, you’re sure you won’t hate me? He already cancelled plans with you today.” 

“No, don’t worry, I’m used to it,” she said light-heartedly but then her expression changed when she saw Jaemin’s furrowed eyes. 

“You’re used to it?” 

“Yeah, you have no ideas how many times Haechan says we will do something and then forgets about it or changes it to something else like staying at home or… staying at home.” 

While her voice was light and playful, Jaemin didn’t find it so funny but, once again, it had been years he had been with Haechan so maybe he was like this with everybody, maybe he simply changed and also she seemed fine with it, so who was he to judge? 

“What about you? I’ve been friends with Hyuck since we were crawling, but I can’t remember you.” 

“Do you know all his friends?” 

“Mostly,” she said, bringing her knees to the couch and turning to the side to look at him better.  

“I used to travel a lot, so probably that’s why you don’t know me. Also, I was his friend from his grandparents’ town, that’s where we met.” 

“Oh, yeah, it makes sense,” she said. “And why are you here now?” 

“Studied in America and then decided to come back here to see if Korea had something magical for my future, we’ll see if this will be the dumbest idea I’ve ever made or the best.” 

She chuckled, eyes softening. “Are you afraid?” 

Jaemin sighed, rubbing his neck. “Aren’t we all? Shouldn’t we? Fear is not necessarily bad, right?” 

Hyejin hummed. “Well, I’m not sure.” 

“What is it?” 

She chuckled nervously. “The future.” 

“Oh, if you look at it that way, it is scary.” 

“Yeah, but I can’t find a job. I mean I have a job, I work in a library and I managed to create a small book club every Tuesday with adults and another on Friday dedicated to little kids, but my art degree has led me nowhere. I’m losing my passion for painting, I don’t have time for painting, I feel like a failure because my parents warned me about it,” she sighed. “I’m sorry, shit, that’s not what I wanted to show you of me.” Not even Haechan wanted to listen to her rant most of the time, why would a stranger be okay with it?  

“No, keep going,” he reassured her, touching her hand, stopping her nervous movements, and unconsciously rubbing his thumb on her palm. “I love listening.” 

She gulped, briefly looked at their hands and his eyes, and then went on. “I fear I won’t find my place in this world, and I know I’m only 22 and I have time, but… everything spins around so fast, everyone seems better than you, at everything, and… it sucks.” 

Jaemin chuckled, “It sucks.” 

“Are you making fun of me?” She huffed, pulling her hand away and crossing her arms. 

“No, I agree. It sucks. But I’m not sure you want to listen to my talks against capitalism and its damages to people and the environment or other talks about economies and how humans are not made for this stressful, time-ticking life and how at this point it’s just surviving and not living, right?” 

A smile spread on her face, cheeks heating up. “Maybe one day, I’d love to listen.” 

“One day,” Jaemin smiled widely, perfect white teeth in view and eyes full of a hopeful warmth. “Now, any other fears?”

Haechan. 

It lingered in her brain. All the fears about their future. How everything she dreamed of seemed to be secondary to him. How the future she pictured for them seemed so different from the drawing he had in mind. Incompatible. And somehow, they always found a way to never talk about it. 

“Nothing,” she whispered, swallowing the gulp in her chest. “Just that.” 

“Great,” he beamed. “I can tell you one thing my grandma said to me, you have a place in this world, you just have to find it, but you have it, and one day, you will discover it, get comfortable in it, and you’ll realize that everything you had to face had led you to the highest place in your life.” 

She swiftly wiped away a tear and smiled. “Thanks, I will try to remember it when I have my lowest moment. Want to help me think about something for dinner?” 

“Sure, I love cooking!” 

“Really? I love it too!” 

Hyejin had no idea if Jaemin would’ve been a perfect match for Zoya, but for now, that thought didn’t cross her mind, for now, it only looked like she could’ve found a new amazing friend, and that was something that had been missing for a while in her life. 

“What do you mean boiled chicken with no seasoning?” Hyejin asked speechless, stirring the food in the pot while Jaemin finished setting the table. 

“I’m not kidding, that’s when I learnt to never accept invites at other people’s houses,” he laughed, but the thought of that dinner sent shivers down his spine. 

“Well, you’ll eat well here,” she promised. 

“Because you are the chef of the house?” 

She grinned, humming after tasting the food. “Most of the time.” 

“Wait, do you live here?” 

She shook her head. “Nope, but we’re both very busy and I try to spend more time as possible with him. And I love this made-up sense of domestic life I dream to have one day.” 

“And he never comes to your place?” Jaemin didn’t want to pry, but since he arrived there, Haechan didn’t talk about her as much as she talked about him. He wasn’t even sure his friend told him he had a girlfriend. And in the last few hours, he got to see that she acted like a wife. 

“Not as much as I am here, but if you don’t want me around, we can —” 

“No,” Jaemin stopped her instantly. “You care about him… a lot, it’s nice.” 

Her face heated up and she looked away. “Is it so evident?” 

“Mhh, yes?” 

“What’s so evident?” Another voice asked. 

“Haechan!” She exclaimed, rushing to the kitchen door to hug him. 

“Babe,” he groaned, pulling back, “I’m all sweaty.” 

“I don’t care,” she said, hugging him anyway. “I missed you,” she pouted, cupping his face before bringing her lips to his. 

“Missed you too,” he smiled, leaving a small peck on her lips before looking behind her to stare at the pots. “Mhh, it smells delicious here, is it all from you?” 

She scoffed, flicking her ponytail in a bragging motion. “It’s always me.” 

“Yeah, yeah, I know, without you I’d be dead,” he laughed. “I’ll go take a quick shower and then we can eat, alright?” 

“Yes, we’ll wait for you.” 

Jaemin coughed. “You don’t really come here every day to feed him?” 

“Oh my god, why do you say it like that?” She laughed but Jaemin’s serious face made her stop another time. “I’m not a maid.” 

“I know, but…” 

“I just love cooking, and my roommates usually have different shifts, so they are home later than me, and I’d rather eat with my boyfriend than alone.” 

Jaemin hummed, lips pressed together as he helped with the other two pots and brought them to the table. 

“Are you sure you’re comfortable with me around?” 

“Yes, I told you, I like you. I mean, I don’t know you much but… I think we get alone, right? At least for now.” 

Hyejin nodded. “I like you too, but if anything makes you uncomfortable don’t be afraid of talking to me.” 

“Yes, sure.” Jaemin smiled warmly, grabbing even the last pan and setting it on the table before placing a hand on her shoulder. “But I don’t think you’ll ever make me uncomfortable.” 

“Jaem, it’s not possible you don’t remember her. Come on, I had a fake phone with her photo on it and I used to always be on call with her, you thought I was crazy and I made her up,” Haechan said. It was mid-dinner, and after talks and talks, the topic focused on their childhood and how strange it was Hyejin and Jaemin didn’t meet before when they were so close with Haechan. 

“Now that I think about it, I remember him talking about you,” Jaemin said, pointing a finger at her. “He really looked insane, and you seemed too perfect from his talks so I thought he made you up and that photo was cut out of a journal or something.” 

Hyejin laughed. “Too perfect? So you really loved me all along?” 

Haechan gulped, eyes dimming a bit of their happy light, but smile still pulled in a line. “I guess.” He wasn’t sure it was love back then, not like what they shared now, at least. They were each other’s half since the start, always there for each other, in the good and bad, and he truly wouldn’t have survived without her, but when he found out how she loved him all along, he felt that what he always felt for her wasn’t enough. 

“Wait, you’re not dating since forever?” Jaemin asked, bringing him back on earth, and making her blush brightly. 

“We were kids,” Haechan huffed, rolling his eyes. 

“Yeah, but you’ve dating for a while, now, right? At least until high school, you used to talk about your girlfriend back then, you were head over heels just as you are now.” Jaemin hyped tone didn’t meet the energy that fell in the room, time freezing and awkward fits of cough coming from Hyejin’s mouth. 

“I wasn’t dating her in high school… well, we started to date during the last year, but I don’t think I’ve ever talked to you about her,” Haechan said awkwardly, and Jaemin’s face filled with sorrow. 

“Oh, I’m… I’m sorry, I just… I made assumptions and I made them wrong,” he tried to joke about it, hoping it would ease the tension, and it worked, making Hyejin giggle and tell him to not worry with a wave of the hand. 

“It’s fine, our story is weird,” she explained, but her mind was going down a completely different path. She wasn’t surprised hearing Haechan was head over heels for Zoya, she was there, witnessing it with her eyes, hearing him rant about how much he loved her. But it had to be a good thing that Jaemin thought Haechan shared the same love for her, too, right? If Haechan talked about her the same way he talked about Zoya, if he looked at her the same way, she was sure he loved her a lot. 

Jaemin wanted to say something more but only limited himself to a fake smile and a nod of the head before hiding behind the glass of wine. 

“What about you?” Hyejin asked, deciding it was better to change the topic and shine the light on him. 

“About me or my dating life?” He asked, placing the glass down, and smiling at her. 

“Your dating life, you look like a heartbreaker,” she joked, tucking a fallen strand of hair behind her ear. 

Jaemin snickered, leaning back against the backrest of the chair. “I’m pretty lame actually. I think I break hearts because people fall for me and I rarely love them back.” 

Haechan scoffed. “If only you weren’t so damn hard to please.” 

“Me, hard to please? Have you taken a look in the mirror?” Jaemin retorted playfully. 

“Uh, uh, I’ve got her,” Haechan replied, indicating Hyejin with a nod of the head. 

“It sounds as if you two gave it a romantic shot and it didn’t work out,” she said, trying to suppress the laugh but when they both turned to her glaring at her, she broke out laughing. “I’m sorry but why did it get so personal?” 

“Because I’m not hard to please, I like simple things,” Jaemin explained, shrugging. “As long as I’m with the one I love, I’m happy.” 

Haechan rolled his eyes, sipping from his glass before leaning into her ear and whispering, “Don’t believe him.” 

“Ugh,” Jaemin gasped offended. “If only I didn’t respect our friendship I’d tell her to put me on a test.” 

Hyejin shook her head, snickering. “You two still act like children, trying to make it up for the lost years?” 

“If he lies, I’m afraid I’ll have to report it to the teacher,” Jaemin joked before poking his tongue out to Haechan. 

“God, you are unsufferable, I had forgotten about it.” 

“Maybe you’ll find love here,” Hyejin said, cutting their bickerings, and bringing a hand under her chin. 

“Who knows, life is unpredictable,” Jaemin smiled tenderly, playing with the shaft of the glass. 

“I hope you will settle in here.”

After a month, Jaemin was more than settled in Seoul and in that house. It wasn’t easy to get accustomed to a new life, find a job and meet new friends, but it wasn’t even that hard. 

Haechan was still the usual social butterfly he was back in time, and his friends were nice, so soon enough Jaemin started to hang out with them too. Life was pretty erratic, but at the same time, something felt cosy about everything when he came home after a long day at work. 

At first, he thought it simply was the warm color of the living room, or the candles scattered on the shelves, or the smell of food that filled the place most of the nights when he returned home. But after two months, he understood that warm feeling was Hyejin. 

At the start, he found it odd that she was at their place so much, it was even annoying because he had imagined having some time and space alone with his best friend after so many years of being away, but he couldn’t hate her even if he tried. 

Something wasn’t quite right, though. 

Jaemin had been studying them for a while; he wasn’t a creep, and he truly didn’t want to get in their personal business, but it was rather impossible when they were always in front of his eyes. Hyejin always made sure to pass by even for a quick hello and a kiss, rare were the days when she couldn’t because she was too busy or too tired from work, and Jaemin had learned that on Friday they had their special night together, that consisted in having a different type of date. And if it was possible, during the weekend, it was as if she moved in with them. 

But if he quickly drew a map of their relationship, he could also easily see all the things that jarred in the picture. 

Hyejin truly was the light of the house, a warm presence, a reassuring hug. She was all over Haechan, and every time Jaemin stopped to stare at the way her eyes would look at Haechan, he could swear he had never seen a person more in love than her. If heart eyes were real, they would belong to her. He couldn’t even not notice her lingering touches, her slim fingers looking for Haechan’s hands, almost shyly, as if for some reason she couldn’t, as if that wasn’t her place. Her fingertips would run on his hand, or his thighs, tracing patterns while she listened to him talk with a lost, in-love, smile on her face, or she would run them in his black hair, playing with it until Haechan glared at her for ruining his style. 

But all that love seemed to meet a cold wall when Jaemin’s eyes landed on Haechan. He was sure his friend loved her too, Jaemin could hear the tender tone behind his ‘babe’ and ‘honey’, and how happy she was when he randomly gifted her something unexpected. For some reason, though, his love didn’t seem just as strong. And sometimes Jaemin wondered if Haechan truly loved her or not. 

He tried not to focus on it, it wasn’t his problem, he probably should’ve focused on finding somebody on his own instead of analysing his best friend’s relationship, but his brain couldn’t help but run miles when they were in front of him. 

Haechan started pushing her gentle touch away, stopping her with a colder tone when she brushed her hair and swiftly pulled away from the kiss. And Jaemin wouldn’t have cared about it if only he didn’t witness her eyes saddening with every rejection. 

“Don’t you think Haechan has been acting weird?” He dared to ask one day. They were alone at home since Haechan went out to buy some drinks. Jaemin wanted to mind his business and stay locked in his room, but when he went downstairs and saw her on the couch, he couldn’t bite his tongue. 

Hyejin lifted her gaze from the phone to him, a cute wrinkle forming on her forehead as she tried to understand what he meant by that. “What are you referring to?” 

Jaemin sighed, walking in fast steps to sit next to her. “Doesn’t he seem more distant and cold?” 

“Oh,” she whispered, locking her phone to let it drop at her side before turning to face him. “A bit…” 

“And… you’re fine with it?” 

“I mean, he’s probably just stressed because of work, he’s going insane over it, so I don’t feel like blaming him. Why? Did he answer you badly? I know it’s not nice, but he tends to get easily triggered when he’s stressed.” 

Jaemin wanted to slap himself. Of course, he was just making things up in his brain, reading too much between the lines. It had been too long since he had been so close with Haechan and he didn’t know him as much as Hyejin did. It had to be just stress. “No, you’re right, he told me the new shifts are screwing him and the boss is making him go through hell, I’m just… dumb.” 

“But why? If he said something to you, I can talk to him.” 

“No, no,” Jaemin reassured her, trying to comfort her with a smile. “It wasn’t about me.” 

Hyejin smiled. “Wait, you were worried about me?” 

Jaemin’s eyes widened and she chuckled at his expression. “I wasn’t worried,” he stopped her immediately, “it’s just that… you, oh, never mind, he’s just stressed anyway, you don’t need to hear my useless rants about imaginary stuff.” 

She laughed. “Okay, fine, I won’t torture you. But I think that’s a sign you haven’t found anybody if you’re so worried about me.” 

He pressed his lips together, sighing undefeated. “I don’t know if I want to add a relationship to the mix of moving to another country and starting a new job and obsessing over my best friend not treating my half-roommate like a princess even when his brain is fried.” 

Hyejin chuckled, playfully hitting his shoulder. “Let’s change the obsessing over my boyfriend and me with having time for a relationship?” She teased, placing her hands on his shoulders and batting her eyes at him. 

“Why does it sound like you’re trying to set me up with someone?” 

“Because I am,” she replied resolutely. 

Jaemin rolled his eyes. “Fine, but just because it’s you.” 

“I told Jaemin about Zoya,” Hyejin whispered, hot breath hitting Haechan’s chest, covered in the t-shirt he used as pyjamas as they laid in bed. 

“You did what?” He asked, looking down at her, not able to hide the shock behind his voice and eyes. 

“I didn’t murder anybody, I told him he could meet Zoya,” she explained, not getting his reaction. 

“I know but she will get him killed,” he said. “They will never match.” 

“You don’t know. Jaemin’s sweet and Zoya’s a nice girl, so, why not?” 

Haechan chuckled. “Oh, so you compliment her sometimes?” 

“Shut up, I’ve never said a bad thing about her.” 

Haechan raised a brow, silently questioning her words. 

“Fine, maybe I did, but only when she broke your heart,” our hearts, “and I just called her out for the things she did to you, never went past that. And when she doesn’t break my boyfriend’s heart, she is nice.” 

He chuckled, shaking his head before leaving a peck on her forehead. “You’re cute when you get riled up, but try to keep it down. Come here,” he ordered, pulling her closer to start a heated kiss, surely not with the intention of turning it into hands roaming on skin and whimpers filling the room. 

“We can’t… Jaemin,” Hyejin whispered against his lips when he rolled her over to make her lay on the mattress. 

“We’ll keep quiet,” Haechan reassured her, leaving one last kiss before he started removing her clothes, right before his met the same fate. 

“You’re so pretty, you know?” 

She hummed, watching as he leaned down to kiss her bare breast before his lips reached her nipples to suck on them. She pushed down a moan while her nails scratched the bedsheets. “Can I make it up for making you mad?” 

“You didn’t make me mad, but I’ll pretend to be very offended by what you say, so yes, make it up,” she joked, making him smile. 

Haechan moved down until he reached between her legs and then leaned in, breath hitting her pussy, already sending shivers down her spine. Haechan didn’t add other words, he never did, only started leaving kisses on her inner thigh and slowly dragged his mouth closer to her centre. 

“Please, don’t tease me,” she huffed. 

“I’m not teasing, I’m taking care of you,” he retorted, going on with his soft touches. “Just relax, it was a stressful day, wasn’t it?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Good, so let me take the stress away.” While his lips kept kissing her skin, his hands moved up to touch her body, smiling as he felt her tremble under him, and when enough time passed, he felt like starting to take care of her like she wanted. His tongue laid flat on her pussy, wetting it before he started concentrating on the clit. Haechan was thoughtful and methodical, always following his usual pattern of long strokes of his tongue followed by careful sucks on her clit. And, when he felt generous enough, he even added a finger, just like now. 

“Haechan,” she breathed out, voice shaky as her head rolled back, and fire rushed in her veins.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” He hummed against her, staring at her, only seeing her boobs raising fast, and part of her neck. 

“So good.” 

“’S good? Then come all over my tongue,” he encouraged in a low groan, quickening his movements while his hands moved to cup her thighs and spread her more. “Show me how good I make you feel, baby, come on.” 

And it took nothing for her to come, shaking like a leaf while her legs closed around his head, as he never stopped his movements, teasing his tongue inside before going back at her throbbing clit to suck it. 

“Mhh, fuck,” she moaned, feeling breathless when he pulled away, the high slowing down. “Want you.” 

“Not caring about Jaemin anymore?” 

“I can keep silent,” she pouted, grabbing him to push him close to her. 

Haechan chuckled and then moved her up on the bed to fix her better before he aligned his hips to hers. “Want you so badly, since he’s around we stopped fucking like rabbits.” 

“Haechan! You’re so vulgar.” 

“But we were used to it, you can’t deny,” he said, kissing her neck. 

“Never denied, there are ways and ways to say things.” 

“Mhh, can I be inside you or is it vulgar?” 

“Just fuck me, please.” 

“Boo, vulgar.” 

“Hae — shit,” she cursed when he pushed in, hands reaching his shoulders for support while her legs wrapped around his waist. 

Haechan chuckled, starting to thrust his hips into her. “I’m not going anywhere.”

A moan rolled from her mouth, eyes parting to stare at him. A cute furrow on his forehead while his eyes stared at her face. “You’re beautiful, you know?”

She didn’t reply, only smiled widely before turning her face to the side to hide the blush on her face. But Haechan placed two fingers under her chin and moved her face again, kissing her softly. 

She felt all the stress of the long day leave her body as the pleasure incremented with every snap of his hips, not hard but rhythmic enough to push her closer to her climax. 

“Hyuck,” she whimpered, nails digging into his back, dragging a hiss out of his mouth. 

“Yes, babe? Are you close?”

She hummed, eyes squeezing shut as she felt the orgasm approach. She never had anybody but him, but she was sure nobody else would ever be able to read her like he could. She wished she wouldn’t ever have to feel other hands on her skin, or lips on her body because only his could feel this right. And now that his lips were gently teasing one of her nipples, while his hand was between her leg to stimulate her clit, and he whispered praises right against her ear, she truly felt like nobody else could get her. 

“Fuck, you feel too good,” he moaned, lips leaving her sensitive bud so that his face could drop in the crook of her neck. “Come with me.”

She hummed, sounds muffled into her mouth as she kept her lower lip trapped between her teeth to don’t be too loud. This time the pleasure rushed over her with more force as her hips raised from the mattress to rut against his and chase the high. Haechan had this tendency of being a bit too loud when he came, so she was quick at trapping his lips on her, and kissing him throughout the orgasm, muffling his whimpers and moans, mixing them with hers. 

“Fuck,” he exhaled after a minute, pulling out of her and collapsing to the side. “Look at you,” he whispered, laying on his side while he caressed her hair, pushing it back on her forehead, leaning in to kiss her cheek. “you always look so hot after sex.”

She chuckled, shifting to hide against his chest. “Shut up, I look like a mess.”

“A mess I made, so you’re hot,” Haechan said, pulling her closer. “Shower? Then I could use a snack, you know?”

Hyejin rolled her eyes jokingly, “You already had one.”

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#nct fanfiction #haechan fluff #haechan angst #haechan smut #jaemin fluff #jaemin angst #jaemin smut #nct dream fluff #nct dream angst #nct dream smut #nct 127 fluff #nct 127 angst #fic: glimpse of us

[wandaxpietro]

everything goes so slow for pietro i am 100% convinced he's incredibly terminally online to get his dopamine hits. he's so active on twitter people are worried about him. he keeps getting suspended bcuz he keeps sending people death threats and doxxing them and then has to call tony up so he can pay to get his accound back. he shows up in front of houses of people he beefs with. he fights with teenagers online all day. the official avengers twitter account has him blocked.

#tumblr user ill-say-this-fast (ily) said he'd esp get really into discourse concerning wanda and literally #he searches her name up and inserts himself into any conversation he finds #he's deranged #i said this on twitter circle some time ago but fanfic is real in the comics and so is superhero rpf #what i am trying to say is i am 100% convinced he looks up fanfics of himself jdhfghf #reading scarletsilver fic kicking his feet twirling his hair commenting 'quicksilver would not fucking say that' but bookmarking anyway. et #he keeps dropping social media lingo and wanda never has any clue what he's talking about so she just smiles and nods #she's so nice and thinks of him so highly so mostly she assumes it's words from poetry he's read but actually his brain is just rotted #he gets pissed bcuz a teenager online he was fighting with called him 'old' at least once a day #etc. #luna is social media age now (14 ish) but she's only on instagram where he's not this bad so she isn't confronted with it. luckily #lorna thinks his twitter activities are SO funny though #magneto isn't quite sure how to use a computer (< joking... mostly) so he's not on twitter #but lorna keeps him updated on their daily tea sessions bcuz she thinks it's hilarious. magneto is very tired #ok i need to stop. i just have a lot of thoughts about pietro twitter okay. #we got that one glimpse in damage control where he tagged them to complain about an employee sgzdugdh he's just like that all the time #txt

[n0brainjustvibes]

always makes me laugh when people are like "wormfic is so bad" because baby I grew up on warrior cats wattpad. I've sunk to lows you couldn't even dream of

#2nd best waca fic I read set up a fascinating murder mystery implying that the MC was an unreliable narrator and secretly the killer #with 2 other deeply compelling potential suspects #only to reveal that the killer was her dead mother's (barely mentioned) evil (never foreshadowed) ghost (never foreshadowed) #possessing a background character (as yet unnamed) #and even from those depths us waca writers glimpsed the bnha and dsmp fandoms writhing in the depths and bolted the submarine hatches #you AO3 wormies can't FATHOM your luck

[jossambird]

Catalogue of Jossambird thoughts at the moment that could become a fic one day:

(A Glimpse of Us by Joji)

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- A Glimpse of Us (Pain version) but its Ingo x Reader, where Ingo never responded to our advances, to our flirting, to our love confession, believing himself to be too old, too stiff, not good enough.

Pained, we beat Volo, and allow Arceus to bring us home, bring us back to a time far into the future, to a time… where we belong.

Ingo pales when he hears it from Irida- No, no no, of course they wouldnt have gone- they wouldnt have left without one last goodbye, one last flirty joke-

But you did. You had left, heartbroken, believing he had never loved you.

He forever searches for us, only ever seeing glimpses of us in other peoples mannerisms, regretting it and vowing celibacy till the end of his days, knowing that his stubborn ‘gentlemanliness’ had led to all this.

Because how else could he live with another, when all he would search for would be you?

- A Glimpse of Us (No Pain), continuation of Pain version?

Ingo finds himself unable to live without you, without your smile lighting up his days, without your jokes, without your warmth.

He searches for the being, the being of pure light he saw take you away ontop of the Sinnoh Temple, the Pokemon- The God- Please, he begs on his knees to the empty black skies above him, bring him back to them, please allow him one more chance, one more-

Weeks pass, its bizarre being back, being back home, his real home. His memories are... fuzzy, as if- No, it must be a dream, a lingering effect of something... as if.. it was all real, these fragmented memories of people and names he can barely remember..

But it doesnt go away, this pull.. this sense of a push.. pushing him towards something, perhaps something that would unlock these blurred thoughts.

Its during a busy evening where he bumps into someone suddenly, the sound of people running to catch the last subway home ringing in his ears as he looks back to the person to apologize-

"Hello, Warden Ingo."

The sudden flood of memories assaults his senses, millions of seconds and minutes spent in Hisui filtering back into his mind-

"Y-Y/N?" He hears himself ask, frozen there, eyes closed, far too scared to open them once more and see nothing before him, imagining them there- The kiss against his lips startles him, eyes opening wide in an instant, staring down at the person who holds his heart.

He doesnt remember when he started crying but your wiping his tears away, pulling away from his kiss, as if embarrassed, scared.

“I love you.” He hurries out, scared youll once more slip away from him due to his lateness. The surprise in your eyes makes his heart beat faster- was he too late? Did you love anoth-

“It took you long enough, Warden.” You tease, smiling widely, ignoring the crowd of people around the both of you and instead leaning up to kiss the man who had captured your heart.

#jossambird fic #pokemon legends arceus ingo #ingo x reader #submas ingo #pla ingo #warden ingo #ingo angst #A Glimpse of Us #subway boss ingo #pokemon ingo

[quirrrky]

GLIMPSE OF US  「FOUR」

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𐑂 5k words  𐑂 She's the only one he thought he’d ever loved—an important piece of his heart ingrained in his memory. She’s someone you could never be. Inspired by joji’s glimpse of us  𐑂 angst, hurt/comforttt???, mini-series

𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧

His body's weight gave up weakly on the chair as his heavy breathing echoed throughout the emptiness of his dark shop. Osamu rested his head on the heels of his shaky hands while his face started to numb as he felt specks like little ants  began crawling under his face. He was heaving. His head, spinning. He's a few inches close to claiming the love he failed to realize yet all he really wanted was to run away and be set free. He wanted his heart to stop feeling. He wanted to forget everything—the loneliness, hurt and guilt.

"Samu," he heard his brother's voice cut through the darkness and he felt like a wave of relief wash over him. A sliver of hope come through him yet he swallowed the pain away, just like he usually does.

"I'll prepare dinner now. You must be hungry." He weakly stood up, but his brother sat on the stool in front of him and placed a firm hand on his arm.

"Let's talk."

Osamu's eyes widened. Did Eri finally tell him? He nervously sat down, fearfully preparing himself for his brother's disgust and admonishment. Though it was normal for the two of them to fight, he knew that losing his brother would be something he would never survive from. He had his head low, fist clenched as his knuckles were now turning pale.

In his head, he was still his own self's greatest critique—endlessly blaming himself for everything and imprisoning himself again in a pit of agony.

It was his fault. His fault. His fault.

Despite his anxiety, he just wanted freedom from all of this and mustered all the courage he could get to speak out. "I'm sorry-"

"Traitor." Atsumu dropped and Osamu froze as his face paled up.

"Lemme exp-"

"Just layin' around here all day in bed 'cuz I'm sick made me feel so sad and empty. Then it hits me. What about you? You've always been with me until I left to train to get into a league." Atsumu paused and Osamu was left in a puzzle. "Samu...you're lonely all this time, aren't ya?"

What? Samu's eyes widened at his brother's unexpected response. Though confusion clouded him for a while, he still couldn't deny the hard truth in his brother's statement. It was lonely and empty ever since.

"We're 21 now, but since we're li'l kids, you always ride along with whatever I want." Atsumu continued. "The color of shirt we'd wear, the nicknames we'd name ourselves, the sports we'd play, the color we'd dye our hair; it's all 'cause it's what I want. Now, that I'm goin' after volleyball and you want other things, I went away and left you here all by yourself." Tsumu clenched his fist and frustratedly chuckled. "I never even cared to know what you like. Just what an awful brother would that make me."

It's not like that.... Osamu thought as it was his conscious decision to choose Atsumu and play along with him. Atsumu was like a beaming light and he'd always thought of himself as the moon who only absorbed that radiant energy. It was only through Atsumu could he get close to the feeling of liking something so badly, he's so passionate about it. He had been chasing that feeling that Atsumu's happiness became his and he forgot how it was to find happiness on his own.

"Hey...it's not your fault." The Osamu murmured which further enraged his brother.

"Just what the hell are you talkin' about huh! You sayin' it ain't my fault but I feel like shit y' know. All this time I feel terrible!" Atsumu banged his fists on the table.

"You're still sick! Just calm down it might get worse." Samu calmly reprimanded his brother.

"The hell, stop playin' the better twin! I feel like I'm such a horrible brother don'tcha know that? You're a traitor! Such a fuckin' traitor! Yer my twin yet you don't tell me nothin!" Atsumu took note of Samu's dark gray dye that now only remained on the inch-long tip of his hair, which added up to his guilt and frustration.

He grabbed Osamu's collar and yelled at his face. "You could've told me that you don't like to dye yer hair! You could've told me that yer better off cookin' than playin' volleyball sometimes! You could've told me when you like something regardless of what I'll feel about it!" He looked straight into Samu's eyes. "Dammit you piece of shit... I would understand! I could be a better brother too y'know. I would've been there with you, idiot."

Right there, in front of his brother's infuriated face, Samu figured out what he'd been doing wrong all this time. Atsumu needed not to say it. He knew he would be there, but he didn't think of that back then. He got so wrapped up with pessimism and drowned himself in his negative emotions. All along, he depended on the light Atsumu shone him and chose to remain in the shadow; isolating himself only to suffer alone and choosing loneliness when he could've communicated his own.

If only he had told Tsumu. If only he had told Eri.

If he had only told you. 

Y/N...his heart fell at the realization of how much he had wronged you. You, who had been here all along with him regardless of how messed up he was.

Either way, he could've said something than run away from everything.

With a soft and sad gaze, Osamu meekly said, "I'm sorry."  He prepared himself for a hard-punch as a wakeup call from his brother yet Atsumu instantly let go of him, flopping on his own seat instead.

Don't gimme that look, dummy.

It was Osamu who usually loses his cool first and lunges at him in physical retaliation, but right now he had those glassy eyes Atsumu seldom witnesses. Atsumu screamed into his hands, suppressing the stupid tears from forming. He may have a weak spot for certain people, but it was only Osamu who won the softest spot in him.

"Please, just stop it Samu." Atsumu complained. His tone now becoming gentler and a little bit sad as he continued, "Stop givin' up whatever you like because of me."

Stop givin' up whatever you like because of me? Did Atsumu think it was that easy? Giving up the first girl he loved for his brother's happiness, choosing to turn away during the time he needed a brother because she was always with him and enduring the part where he wanted to truly love someone, but it was very difficult because the emptiness of being left in the cold kept on haunting him.

It was never easy but Atsumu would never know unless he would tell him.

Maybe, this was the time...Maybe he could finally set himself free...

"Tsumu, I...about Er-" The microwave alarmed just at the time Osamu was about to come clean. "I'll get it." He said as he stood up and headed behind the counter, opening the light of his range hood.

"Hey, do ya remember our first onigiri when we're still kids?" Atsumu started as his voice lightly echoed across the empty room. "You picked up the tuna first, but there's only one left and the rest was fish roe."

Samu opened the microwave and picked up two pieces of onigiri Atsumu must've placed inside to be reheated. He could barely even recall that childhood memory, but he's surprised that Tsumu still could.

"You let go of the tuna because I liked it too. You settled for the fish roe to stop me from cryin'." Atsumu continued. "You could have the tuna too, Samu. If you told me you liked it too, I would have given it up for you. I would've given it up for you."

Silence embraced them as nothing reverberated except from the sound of the droplets coming out from the faucet, the hands of the clock ticking and the faint coo of the cicadas outside.

Samu didn't say anything further and went back to where they were seated. "Or we could ditch the tuna and eat fish roe together." He said as he placed the two pieces of reheated leftover fish roe onigiri on top of the table.

Atsumu just watched his brother sat in front of him as if he was in a deep contemplation. Osamu's expression was very wispy yet he looked like he sailed through the eye of the storm.

"Tsumu..." Samu started, finally regaining calmness and clarity, "It's about E-"

Atsumu shoved an onigiri into his mouth before he could even finish. "Let's just eat fish roe together."

A small smile appeared on Osamu's face. "I can make both of us tuna next time."

"Yeah, that's a lot better." Atsumu responded as they looked at each other with an uncanny understanding.

You laid down in your bed, staring at the ceiling. When you knew that you'd be having a seminar back in Tokyo, all the wounds you tried to keep hidden came into light again.

A few years ago, you had your dreams all in tact, but in a sweep of the rug, you left everything in Tokyo. Your life, your dreams and hopes. It all felt like you lost a huge chunk of yourself when your family transferred in Hyogo. Unfamiliar faces, places and feelings. You didn't seem to have a place to belong here until Osamu showed up in your life.

He showed you that happiness could still exist here even if you're just fleeting in uncertainty. He made you smile. He made you laugh again. He made you forget. In a way, he was an escape from the reality of your broken dreams that you lost who you truly were.

Memories of both of you flashed in your mind. The way he'd spin you behind the counter as you both danced, all the laughters and inside jokes you shared, the way he'd eat messily, the way his eyes would crinkle as he laughed and the moments he got angry because you scoured his newly bought non-stick pan.

You bitterly smiled to yourself as tears crawled down your cheeks.

How did everything come to this?

You found comfort in needing him and he found solace in being needed. It was a cycle fated to be broken at any given moment. You were like one and the same. Two lonely souls, searching for the kind of happiness that wouldn't fade overnight yet you could never be the one for him and he could never give you the entirety of himself no matter how hard he was trying to.

Is this all we could ever be? Is this all I could ever be?

Lately you'd been wondering if he ever looked at you and saw you for who you really are, if there's a time when it's just you and not someone else....But then again, all this time, you didn't even notice that he wasn't genuinely happy at all.

You wiped the tears on your cheeks. Perhaps, this is all for the best...

Despite the fear, you braced yourself to face this feeling. There's no more running now. You couldn't keep hurting each other any longer. Looking at the mirror, you tried to smile, but the sadness was still evident in your eyes.

Samu was usually free during this time in the weekends, so you decided to drop by Onigiri Miya to ask him out for a walk. Once you got near in front of the shop, you saw him laughing with his brother. You had never seen him this happy like his eyes had this rare worry-free expression. Somehow, you felt happy for him. You felt happy that Samu could be happy in a different way. Not wanting to interrupt the twins from their quality time, you decided to turn back.

"Y/N, wait!" Samu called after you as he approached your way.

"Oh, hi! Sa-Samu!" You were stunted for a while seeing that he cut his hair, trimming the remaining gray down. He looked like a brand new person, someone with a brighter outlook.

"Are ya busy today? Could we maybe go out for a walk?" He asked and you looked into his eyes and saw how clear they were. You didn't know what happened but you got a feeling...that you were both thinking of the same thing.

Along the way, you felt him hesitate to hold your hand. Somehow, he still did and looked at you with a smile, but his eyes bore a different kind of sadness, something you'd seen for the very first time.

You took a deep breath, tried to put on a happy face and tightened your hold into his hand, walking with every step felt like the last.

"Isn't this yer favorite dango shop?" He asked and you both stopped as he bought you one.

You took it and munched the three pieces all at once. He adoringly laughed and you just watched as his eyes crinkled. Your eyes remained on his features as if engraving every second in your memory.

"Is there...Is there somethin' wrong? Are ya alright?" He asked, voice laced with worry.

You shook your head. "No, nothing."

"Is it? Is it my hair?" He asked.

You dismissed. "Not really. It's cute."

Samu gazed at you with melancholic eyes as he ran his fingers through the side of your face. "Keep on eating well, okay?"

A sad smile appeared on your face as your eyes turned a little watery. "Take care of yourself too."

Having finished your food, he held your hand again as you walked down to the park where you first met. You strolled under the shade provided by the leaves, with specks of light just making to come through in between.  

You stopped by where you met each other for the very first time, both of you remembering the the first time you saw each other.

It was just your 2nd week in Hyogo and it had been months since Tsumu left for Tokyo. There's an on-going festival yet you chose to settle alone in a bench and he's seated at the bench in front of you with a mouth full of takoyaki.

He looked at you and you did the same, catching each other's gazes. Then, you were surprised to see him as the owner of your favorite onigiri shop. He'd always let you off the bill until he started bringing you bento every morning, waiting in front of your gate.

"Are you happy?" You asked.

Samu glanced at you. "I remember asking it first."

You smiled, looking at the sky.

Am I happy? You asked yourself.

"I guess...I'm thankful." You turned to him with a genuine smile.

He returned your gaze with clarity in his eyes; far different from the hazy and gloomy look in them that you usually see. "I'm thankful too." And that's the most honest you two could have ever been.

You breathed down the tears forming in your eyes. "I'll be going to Tokyo tomorrow. I'm taking the morning train. I will stay there for good."

Osamu bit the inside of his cheek. He genuinely got into a relationship with you with hopes of starting anew, but what he didn't expect was the pain from the past would still haunt him and his feelings for Eri hadn't died down still.

"I see..." He exhaled, exasperatedly. "It's all my fault. I know."

"I would like to say yes, but you have enough guilt inside you already and I don't want to be added on the list."

His knuckles were now white as he couldn't stop getting angry at himself. He really wanted to to be with you, but Samu learned in a hard way that one couldn't just switch their feelings off no matter what they do.

Why couldn't one just forget a person and love someone else at command?

He tightened his hold on your hand. "Y/N..."

"I know. I know everything. It's about Eri, right?"

"God, I'm so terrible..." Samu cursed to himself and he shifted his attention back to you. "Did I... Did I hurt you?"

You just looked at him not wanting say a word, but he picked it up. Tears fell down his cheeks uncontrollably.

"Hey, don't be like that! You're making me cry too." You complained, trying to keep it all together until he pulled you in for a hug.

"I tried, Y/N. God knows, I 'm tryin'. I'm tryin' my best, but-" Why? Why does it have to be this way?  "

"I know. I know you did, Samu." You said really knowing how much he's enduring but..."Love is not really love when you're only trying."

"If I could only teach my- this..." Samu pointed right on his chest. "This stupid shit, I would've chosen you, Y/N. Please believe me."

You smiled as it felt great to know, but..."But we can't, Samu and maybe we should just let it be and stop running away from it."

In your arms, he shed all the tears he kept inside from letting the first girl he loved slip away, parting ways with his brother and finally losing you. He wanted to say he loves you, but he knew that it would only be harder for you. He knew that he would just hurt you even more, especially when he was still not in a good place to mean and say those words.

"Seriously, you broke up with me in the very place we first met." He chuckled in the midst of crying.

"Aren't you planning to break up with me too?"

He sobbed further. "Just know it's because I'm a shitty person and you deserve so much better."

"I think we both got that established." You joked back and you both laughed while crying.

Pulling back, you took a good look at him. "Stop crying now. You've cried enough."

He tried to gather himself together. "Don't cry for me, okay? I don't deserve your tears. No guy ever does."

You nodded, drying your tears. "Just give it time, okay? And don't pick up any girl with a broken heart again."

You both laughed again through the pain.

Even if he didn't really think things would end like this.

"Thank you...Thank you for being a part of my life. Thank you for everything. I'm so thankful of you, Y/N" He wanted you to stay and be with him, but he knew he would be too selfish to do that. You're worthy to be with someone who loves you with all his heart that's why...

Even if the happiness came with ache.

"Me too, I'm so thankful of everything we shared, Samu." You're worthy to be with the one you truly love too that's why...

I'm setting you free.

And everything ended where it all began.

Evening came and Osamu was still up in his bed, confused on whether he did the right thing of letting you go or maybe he should've begged and tried to be better.

"So you chopped all the gray huh?" Atsumu said filling in the silence of their bedroom, and taking in his brother's shorter haircut and swept-away bangs. Samu had been withdrawn when he returned home. If he had guessed it right, it must've been because of...

"Really?" Samu returned.

"Yeah...looks good on ya." The older twin affirmed and added, "Which means it'll look good on me too!"

The two took a little pause as they both imagined Atsumu with the same cut.

"Nah, I'm gonna grow this out."

"I'm gonna cut mine like yours!"

The twins said at the same time and they both grinned, finally finding a way to meet in the middle despite taking different paths.

"How's Onigiri Miya?" Atsumu asked.

"Well, it's only around a year old, but it's goin' great."

Silence.

"By the way, I just signed up with MSBY and I'd stay in Tokyo most of the time now."

Osamu dryly gulped, flushing down any form of disappointment. "That's cool."

"I'm thinkin' that if I can make it big, I can take ya with me and you can expand the shop. It's just a thought, you don't have to if you don't wanna. But it's gonna be real awesome! In that way, I won't be leaving your emo ass here all by yourself all the time."

Osamu smiled. "Then you better work hard so we can make it."

Atsumu grinned. "Same goes for ya."

Silence.

"Hey 'Tsumu, if there's someone who can't score with such perfect sets, should he just drop out 'cause he's such a piece of shit." Osamu asked, thinking that this was the only way he could get his brother to relate.

Atsumu quirked up an eyebrow, quite taken aback by Samu's sudden interest in volleyball again. "Depends, but you better just drop out if you don't love the game as much. That's what you taught me, Samu."

Osamu would be lying if he said he got enough sleep that night. His head was still filled with concussion and a lot of unspoken truths, but he had to get things done.

He had the shop now and maybe he should shift his focus here. The shop's door slid open and he was about to tell that the shop was still close until he saw that it was Eri.

Clenching his jaw, he continued what was doing.

"Good morning," she greeted but received no response in return, which made her gulp in nervousness. "I made Atsumu a breakf-"

"I'm already making him one." Osamu replied without even looking. "What's that?" He reluctantly asked, thinking that it was bad to reject food.

"Oh, it's katsu-"

"Doc said he's not allowed to eat fried stuff. Better just leave it inside the fridge so he can eat that some other day."

"Oh..." Eri just stood still wondering about Samu's sudden distant behavior. "It's okay. You can have th-"

"You made that for Atsumu then it's for him." The sharp drop of his words made her flinch and her heart sink.

Bothered, she went behind the counter. "Samu, can we talk?"

He just continued rolling the rice and gave her no response nor a simple glance.

"What's the problem? Last time-" She continued.

"Last time was a mistake. There ain't gonna be like the last time for us."

"Then why're ya actin' like this? Can you, at least be-"

"Be what Eri?" Samu dropped whatever he's working with and began facing her way. "You were the one who decided to be in a relationship with my brother. Now, just focus on bein' his girlfriend." He went back to his chores again, trying his best keep calm and not fall through the rush of his emotions. "You just have to get used to this as long as you're datin' Tsumu."

"Then what's this? Why're you bein' so cold? Why're you mad at me?" Eri pleaded.

"Because you can't make up your mind!" He hissed as he placed an onigiri inside a bento box.

"What? So do you...Do you want me to make a choice?"

Osamu took a deep breath and answered.  "No, I already made a choice." Samu curled his fists tightly. Stop givin' up whatever you like because of me. Atsumu's words rang loudly in his head as now maybe the right time to face the truth regardless of how bad he felt for feeling that way. "I love you, Eri. I still do."

At that moment, Osamu saw her eyes shone with hope. The kind of look he imagined she'd have way back then. "But that love is not enough for me to afford hurtin' my brother. I'm sorry." He turned his attention back to the bento he's making again. His fingers lightly trembled he picked up the vegetables. "Here, take this upstairs. Just continue takin' good care of Tsumu for me."

Eri stood frozen, disbelieving what he just heard. She lifelessly accepted the bento Samu gave her weakly went up the stairs for Atsumu.

Again, Samu chose his brother. This time he knew that his decision was final and he could no longer be with Eri knowing that he had hurt you and he'd hurt Atsumu because of her. He smiled though a tear fell across his cheek, which he immediately wiped. It hurts. And it was difficult to put on a brave face like that, but he must move forward. After all, this must've been something he had done from the start.

An image of you popped into his head. His heart felt like it dropped from his chest with how bittersweet everything was between you two. You'd always be his reminder to move forward. It's through you that he failed to recognize that the perfect thing was just right in front of him yet he took it for granted because he's too hung up on what went wrong.

His eyes widened, realizing that today was your departure date. He glanced up at the clock. There's just a few minutes left before he could catch up on you in the station.

"Oh, shit!" Hastily, he tied the wrap and grabbed the last bento he made for you. He picked up his bike and rushed to the train station, hoping he could make it in time.

He pedaled fast, probably in a speed Atsumu would be jealous of. He didn't know why he was panicking like this. It didn't matter. He just wanted to see you maybe for the last time again. He just wanted to let you know how special you were to him. Fuck! He was a very shitty person and you...you were an angel yet what did he do? He self-sabotaged your relationship. Shitty! He's just fuckin' shitty!

He left his bike not minding if he even parked it in the right way. He ran like crazy through the station. People were definitely looking at him. But who cares anymore!

He stopped, catching his breath. Right there, before the turnstile he saw you and he felt his heart lightened a little. "Y/N!"

You turned around to find Osamu and you couldn't help but smile as you saw him again. He ran towards you handing out a bento. "I made that for you. Just like always."

Tears triggered to pool at the edge of your eyes, but you just smiled it away. "Thank you."

"So...this is it, huh?" He said. His tone not wanting to let go.

"Yeah, this is it." You replied.

"Are ya comin' back to visit sometimes?" He asked, trying to prolong the moment.

"Maybe, maybe not. Let's see."

Samu placed his hands inside his pockets. "Take care then."

"You too." You said as you turned around, about to head away.

"Wait! Uh...." Samu called and you turned to face him again. "Make sure you eat in time, okay?"

"Okay," You nodded. "I guess I don't have to tell you that."

You both chuckled, nervously.

"I guess I should go now?" You said.

"Yeah, yeah, go on." He said, with a shaky voice.

"Bye bye," you said as you went pass through the turnstile, but Osamu stopped you by the shoulder.

"I'm sorry." He tightly wrapped his arms around you. "I'm sorry. I'm really really sorry."

You turned around again to face him for the nth time. "What are you apologizing for?"

"I knew I hurt you...a lot."

"Osamu, I-"

"Shh..shhh...please, just lemme.." He sobbed, cradling your face in between both of his hands. "Before you go, I just want you to know how much you mean to me. Though I already said the, I'll say it again and all over again...Thank you Y/N. Thank you for loving me even if I ain't really worth it."  

"Samu..." You said with a nod as he dipped his head down with your foreheads touching.

"I'll miss the times you'll tackle me whenever I was so busy. Remember the cafe where you broke a cup, I guess I'll never go there again 'cause of ya." You both laughed as he held your hands with his thumb caressing over. "I'll miss it whenever you'll laugh at my jokes no matter how corny they were. I'll miss your reactions at my experiments. I'll miss you, Y/N. I'll miss you a lot. Even if I can't love you in the same way, I want you to know that you were really special to me."

You wiped your tears away. "I guess I have to take that platonically."

You both laughed through the sadness.

Samu blinked his tears away. He couldn't believe this was good bye. He would be lying if he'd say letting you go was easy, but he'd also be lying if he'd say he already moved on. Samu knew this very well that's why even though he's afraid to let you go, he knew he must.

"You deserve better. Better than me."

You smiled as you reached for his cheek. "You deserve to love again."

He swept away strands of your hair away from your face, scanning through your features with such a soft gaze then he curled your pinkies together, making a promise. "Please be happy."

Nodding in response, you sealed the promise. "You too, okay?"

Samu nodded as he held your gaze. Only this time, through his teary eyes, you clearly saw yourself and not someone else. If only you could both turn back the time. If only you could have met at a different time. If only, if only, if only...There were a lot of 'if only's', but you both knew so well, that it was these 'if only's' that broke you two apart.

The sound of the train approaching cut in between you two. Your linked fingers loosened as you turned your back and went inside the train. Looking back, you saw him waving you goodbye and you did the same. Both of you forcing a smile through the pain. The train doors closed and a tear smoothly slipped down your cheek.

Eventhough you played it cool a while ago, you were tempted to go back in his arms. You were tempted to give it another try. Your heart still ached, knowing that everything about the both of you were nothing but a piece of memory. The hurt felt like it's never going to end. It felt like it's never going to be the same anymore.

Looking outside seated alone, you cried in silence. The houses, structures and facades through the window were just a reminder of what you're leaving behind along with the future you imagined with him.

You glanced down at the bento he gave and opened the cloth. You smiled as you found a note he left with the three words that reminded you of your promise.

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𐑂 AN : again, the hardest chapter to write 🤡 and perhaps this is the real hardest chapter! so for the real note here, PLEASE NOTE OF THE TIMEFRAME IN THE STORY! And, there’s a lot of foreshadowing going on in here. I hope you read between the lines. It’s okay if you didn’t I just pray you didn’t get confused, but I doubt since y’all are smart 💗 Okay here’s a few hints: Samu’s hair and Tsumu’s status in MSBY are time identifiers. The first part between Atsumu and Osamu was very important. I guess this is where we unpack all of sad boi Samu’s baggage. If you see through it carefully it’s not just about Eri...also, the tuna and fish roe onigiri are metaphor 👀  I won’t say anything more than that. Next chapter is the last. I kept breaking your hearts but IDK if the next chapter will be able to fix it, I just think that this is how things should fall together... Thanks again! This is one heck of an author’s note 😩 but I’m such a shitty writer who’s fond of subtleties it’s not even cute 🥲

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Glimpse Of Us

Word Count: 1.2K

Warnings: Lots of angst n heartache!!

Summary: Harry said he'd moved on but he hasn't.

A/N: Writing this has been a nice distraction. I have been listening to this song nonstop, enjoy! <3

She’d take the world off my shoulders if it was ever hard to move. Harry reasoned with himself, gazing at the sleeping woman next to him, her face still and calm. She slept on her side most nights, one leg straight and the other bent, her hands tucked under the pillow where her head laid.

She’d turn the rain to a rainbow when I was living in the blue. He pressed on, thinking of all of the times she’d lifted him out of the downward spiral he’d been in since before he even met her. Since Y/N. Harry shook his head lightly, shutting his eyes.

Why then if she's so perfect, do I still wish that it was you? Y/N’s face flashed in his mind, smiling, crying, laughing, laying beside him. The images flashed in his mind so quickly, he could barely keep up. He turned, laying on his back, his hands finding their way to his face. 

Perfect don’t mean that it's working, so what can I do? When you're out of sight in my mind. His hands rub his eyes and settle on his chest. She was out of sight but always on his mind. He missed her, he wanted her again, over and over. Forever. Harry’s heart beat heavily against his ribcage, a shaky sigh escaped his lips. He felt a hand land softly on his arm, causing him to open his eyes, his eyes meeting her sleepy ones. 

‘Cause sometimes I look in her eyes and that's where I find a glimpse of us. There, behind the eyes of the woman he’s supposed to love, there she is. He caught a glimpse of the love he and Y/N once shared. He smiled softly, watching as the memories flew behind her eyes, all of it, all at once. She smiled back, believing it was for her. She pulled herself closer to Harry, draping her arm over his bare chest. She pressed a gentle kiss to his shoulder before settling back into her sleep.

And I try to fall for her touch, but I'm thinking of the way it was. Harry’s tired eyes peered down at his girlfriend, the woman he wanted so badly to love, her face only a few centimeters away from his shoulder. It’s not the same as it was, the way it was with Y/N. He remembered the way Y/N would rub his chest as she lulled them both to sleep, his arm tucked under her head. Before she’d drift into her slumber, she’d mutter the words he so desperately wanted to hear her say again. 

‘I love you.’ But this isn’t Y/N.

Said, “I'm fine,” said “I moved on.” Harry took in a deep breath, looking up at the darkened ceiling, trying to convince himself that this is not how he really felt, he’s moved on.

I’m only here passing time in her arms, hoping I'll find a glimpse of us. The intrusive thought screamed in his head. Her arms, they just weren’t the same. They didn’t hold him the same way as Y/N’s did, and now Y/N’s arms were around some other guy, a guy that’s not him. The image of her with another man rested behind his eyelids.

Tell me he savors your glory, does he laugh the way I did? Is this a part of your story? One that I had never lived. His mind spoke out to her silently. Harry recalled images, scenes of her in all of her glory. He hoped, prayed that the one holding her now savored her and gave her all that he could not.

Maybe one day, you’ll feel lonely and in his eyes, you'll get a glimpse. He secretly hoped Y/N felt the same way, wanting her to see him behind her guy’s eyes. He wanted her to miss his smile, his touch, his kiss, the same way he missed all of hers.

Maybe you’ll start slipping slowly and find me again. Harry felt the sting of tears in his eyes, releasing a trembling breath. He wanted her to find him again, he wanted to be saved from this deep despair. Who is he if she’s not there? 

With that thought nearly tipping him over some invisible edge, he carefully removed the arm of his girlfriend from around him and got out of bed. He pulled a hoodie over his head, sliding his feet into his slippers and leaving the room. He was determined to find her again, tell her every word that passed through his racing mind. 

He recalled the day they went their separate ways as he approached the front door of his apartment, her tear stained cheeks and trembling lips. Regret swirled in his chest, his breath catching in his throat. He wanted to take it all back, he just wanted her again. 

When you're out of sight in my mind. Harry felt the hot tears begin to fall down his cheeks, some trailing down to rest at the corner of his lips. He released a deep sigh, wiping his tears on the sleeve of his old hoodie. He reached for the doorknob, prepared to run miles to Y/N’s house in his slippers. He thought of how he’d fall to his knees and beg her to give him another chance, he thought of her face looking down at him, her smile, her voice telling him she loves him, her arms wrapping around him. Harry inhaled deeply, twisting the doorknob before hearing a slight creak settle in the hardwood floor behind him.

“Again?” He heard the small voice ask. Harry ducked his head slightly, wincing. He turns around, his eyes meeting with his girlfriends.

‘Cause sometimes I look in her eyes and that's where I find a glimpse of us. Her eyes held nothing but concern as she stepped closer and closer to him. But Y/N, he needed Y/N. Her hand cupped his stubbly cheek as he stood there silently.

And I try to fall for her touch, but I'm thinking of the way it was. He felt as though he was free falling, back down to earth he goes.

“This has been happening more often. What’s wrong, baby?” Her hand brushes a strand of hair from Harry’s face, her worried voice bringing him further down. Guilt weighed heavy on his shoulders.

Said, “I'm fine,” said “I moved on.” 

“I’m okay. Just a bad dream again.” He cleared his throat, scanning the face of the woman he would give anything to love, standing in front of him. Harry feigned a smile and she pulled him in for a hug.

I’m only here passing time in her arms.

“I love you.” She whispered against his neck, squeezing him lightly and rubbing his back, the way Y/N used to.

Hoping I'll find a glimpse of us.

“I love you, too.” He exhales softly, his shoulders slump as he accepts defeat. This is it, she’s gone and all that’s left is a glimpse.

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Chapter 9 of A Glimpse of Us is out now on ao3!

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