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fruit-salad-ship · 1 year

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Potential hypothetical au where peach ran away with Val and bob to Alola and met plum when they were still kids what sorts of potential wholesomeness and angst could they get up to?

Actual kids? Not viable to run away really. Maybe young teens? like 13-14? Might be able to survive without adult intervention, least peach would manage.

hypothetically at that age, Peach's no longer shy, and has been through a fair few things that'd toughen her up and make her harsher than an average kid. She'd be less inclined to have fun, and more driven to get strong and as far away from home as possible. What better place than an island region with a lot of inhospitable jungle and mountain terrain. She's great in the heat so its a good region for her.

If plum met her at that age in her home region, and not at the ranger course, she'd be more inclined to try to get along with her at the start, but would swiftly learn that this traveller is a bit of an ass and perhaps she shoudl try to beat her rather than join her. Plum lacked a present traditional family, and while they were loving and gave her everything she could ever want, they did not give her what she needed, which was dedicated personla time with her parents.

As opposed to peach who got everything she needed, food, water, time with her relatives, dedicated training, but nothing she wanted which was any form of gentle upbringing or regular childhood. Both households are well off, both familys took a different route to raising kids, both girls ended up lonley for very different reasons.

more below, because it was its own little beast and i needed to type it up.

Plum was alwasy the smartest in her class, a real book worm with a sharp mind for tactics and strategy. She thrived doing track and field, and was alwasy known for partaking in the alolan festivals as a dancer with others from her area, being a full blooded Alolan, she was immersed in the culture and loved to show off that aspect of her life. Her rich family though able to give her the things needed to excel, lacked a loving wholesome touch, and she was alwasy left with her brother and a house keeper, instead of her own flesh and blood who were jetting off to secure deals and do their jobs at an incredibly high level. This left Plum lonley, no one posed a challenge to her, and though she had friends, they never pushed her to work ahrder, only ever try to relax.

One day she's in the market, picking up some of Missy's favorite berries, ordering a few items for the week, running errands, and this scruffy looking girl is at a counter haggling over a bag of items on the counter. From listening in its apparent that the girl had forraged for incredibly rare goods, and the price offered to her for them was way below average, even before the markup percentage. Even Plum realised there was clearly some unfair dealing going on, and dropped a comment while looking at some flowers on the same stall close by. The shop keeper eyed her, now it was 2 v 1, and begrudgingly increased the offering price. The scruffy girl agreed, handed over the goods and took her money. Plum was about to talk to her but as she turned, noticed she'd already made off down the street. A little run caught her up.

"Arent you going to say thanks? You needed my help back there you know." The girl looks over her shoulder at her, huffs, mutters 'thanks' and continues to walk. Plum is left standing there, mostly shocked at the lack of interest, a little mad, a little curious, watching this pink haired girl vanish around a corner. Back home she's irritated that she didnt initiate a battle or something, didnt even think to get her name? Or ask what she was doing there? She looked like she was from…Sinnoh, maybe Johto? A guess, but probably right, too pasty looking to be alolan, though the freckles were…present. Been here a while. Her brother kicked her under the table, getting her attention, and the two tried to sit and eat together with the house keeper, discussing their days, plum said nothing of her encounter.

By the time she saw that girl again, she'd nearly forgotten her, it was only because she was out on the beaches training with some pokemon, early morning hours as plum walked past to get to the post office, that she even thought to go over. She watched as a vulpix, torkoal, rockruff, ribombee, and Stuffle all seemed to work hard with her, there however was a lot of other mons around, some whimpod had crept in from the rocky shore, a few morelull had emerged from the tree line. She would talk to them all, and though plum was too far away to hear, she saw the angry face soften for them. Perhaps she'd been a little quick to judge her. Taking a step closer, a twig snapped under foot, every pokemon either turning to face the sound, or scattering fast. The girls gentle expression hardened just as quickly, a sneer as she peaked from behind a bush. "Oh. It's you." She turned to leave quickly, a single whistle that rallied the pokemon with her to follow, the vulpix staying behind to give Plum a menacing sneer, before following like a flash behind her trainer. "Wait! You were training right? Wouldnt it be better to train against someone?" The steps in the sand paused, a moment passed where the girl clearly considered the options, before half turning to look back at her. "You dont look like much of a fighter." She saw the eyes look her up and down, judging. “Then its easy money right?” Plum knew how to manipulate enough to at least tempt her to stay, and so the girl fully faced her, and shrugged. Their battle was brief. Plum only had one pokemon, a Dratini, and the girl fought it with her Rockruff. The little dragon clearly didn’t listen well, if pokemon got ADHD, that one certainly had it. A few attacks and it was returned, hurt but fine. As agreed plum handed over some cash, and watched the girl pocket it and turn to go. She had something plum did not, and perhaps it was a golden opportunity to learn more, and be better. “Can we fight again sometime?” The question didn’t stop the girl walking, but she did glance back at her defeated opponent. “You want to lose more cash so easily?” “I cant just accept defeat and give up trying. It’s a matter of time before I figure you out and win one day…If we get a few more battles in?” Only now did she stop, still watching Plum, a determined expression across her face. The girl appreciated her tenacity, wouldn’t say it out loud, but she wasn’t willing to give up so easily, in all honesty she expected the purple haired teen to cry over the loss, she looked soft, too soft. This would be very easy cash… “Sure. Why not. I’m here every morning ‘cept weekends. You want a rematch, I’ll happily take some cash off your hands again.” And so the girl vanished off the beach into the forest, plum didn’t even get her name, but rushed her pokemon to a centre, and considered the next fight, the strategy she’d take.

This consumed her, she stayed up to research the girl’s team and figure out its weaknesses, and got up early to give her partner the best breakfast of champions. Every day rushing to the beach to find her new acquaintance. There they would fight. At first it was brief, she lost….an irritating amount of times, countless days getting so frustrated with the seemingly fluid connection between her opponent and her team, until one day, something changed. The defeat was no surprise, her little Dratini was still so scatter brained, and while she loved Missy dearly, she wished she could find a way to focus her up. The girl came over across the sand and watched plum return her partner, already digging in her pocket for the payout, brow furrowed with frustration. But her opponent did not take the money, after weeks of defeat, she had not given up, and though slow there was progress, something Peach could appreciate. “You know, dragons have their own language, it’s really complex, so human conversation can be hard for them to grasp at such a young age. Try using a clicker for attacks along side the words, your pokemon will get the hang of it with some practice.” The girl held her scratched and worn hand out, in it a training item, just a little button on a keychain you press and it made a click sound. Nothing crazy but she kept one on her person for various reasons, just so happened today the reason was to give it to someone else. “I don’t get it.” “It’s not hard. Say attack, click once, say another attack, click twice, and so on. Just set a system up-“ “No not that! You’re helping me? Surely if I stay bad at this you get more money.” It had been peach’s driving force for a long time sure, she needed to win enough to feed her team and survive, it was not easy doing it all alone. She shrugged, trying to play it off. “No fun if it’s without challenge.” It had been a while since peach’s team saw a poke centre, and plums was as good as KO’d, so the two found themselevs chatting strategy and practice methods, walking over to the town, sitting together with a hot drink on plush benches while waiting for their teams to be healed up. It was admittedly the first moment peach had taken to relax in days. She spent all waking hours in the jungles finding rare herbs and fruits to sell, to keep her team fed and happy, she however was often the last on the list when it came to self-care. This did not go unnoticed.

“You uh…don’t strike me as someone who takes days off.” Plum did not find it hard to see, this girl would look over her shoulder at every noise or person who strayed too close to her, even if only subtly, and sat a little awkwardly around this many people. “Where do you live anyway? You’re not from Alola, I can see that much.” A nurse called them over, both girls up on their feet, at the desk to acquire the pokeballs of their partners. “I uh, I’ve been camping out a while. Came from Sinnoh, got here, kind of just wandered around trying to make ends meet.” They ambled their way back outside, rain just starting to fall, forcing them to stay under shelter. Peach immediately let her vulpix out, watching it sneer at Plum once again, staying as far away as possible from her. “How longs a while?” From the state of her hair, the holes in the jeans, the general amount of scrapes and cuts on her, plum could only assume it was more than a week or two. “Dunno, around 8 months now.” “8 MONTHS?!” The noise made several strangers in the street look around, and peach sunk into her jacket a little, never one to cause a scene if possible. “No. We’re going and getting your things, and you’re coming to my house.” “Uhhhh no?” But it wasn’t negotiable, she grabbed her hand and started to pull her in a direction, swiftly realising she had no idea where her battle partner had set up her tent, turning back to her. “Lets go already, lead the way!” She wouldn’t take no for an answer, Peach could see this, she’d dealt with stubborn before, and did not have the energy for it today. As soon as they were free of the town, the girl let her whole team out, the stuffle on her back, vulpix at her heels, rockruff running ahead, ribombee dancing around the flora, and of course, bob, steadily keeping up behind them.

They walked for a while, out into the woods, past any well trodden paths until they hit a river, where they followed it inland for about 20 minutes. All the while plum couldn’t comprehend that someone would live all the way out here in the wilds like this, finally able to ask the question she couldn’t shake. “What do your family think about this?” Watching her companion stiffen up a little, almost unnoticeably so, continuing to walk. “They don’t care.” They did, and they’d do anything to bring her home, but peach wasn’t about to say that. “Well…their loss.” Plum continued on without missing a beat, catching sight of the top of a greenish hued tent past some shrubs. “You’re a hard worker, know your stuff, they get to miss out on you being…well, you.” For the first time since leaving her home, Peach felt some small shred of emotion she could not place, joy? Perhaps reassurance? support? It was a mystery to her, but it was nice. The pair reached her campgrounds, not a lot there, just an old soggy campfire, a tent that had seen better days, and some travel gear. A pan, a pot, a sleeping bag, some food items, some spare clothes. Nothing that stood out. “You’ve been out here for 8 months living like this?” the girls started to pack things away, rain growing ever heavier. “Yeah. Not one for people or social stuff or crowds or towns…or really anything where others hang around.” It wasn’t exactly difficult to see that, plum helped her fold the tend material up neatly, rolling it into a tight bundle and stashing it. Before long, they were wandering back to the town. Peach felt sick from nerves, she was getting anxious about hanging around people, what if plums family asked questions? What could she say to deter adults? Her brain began to devote a billion lies to cover her ass.

The pair walked up soaked through to a huge house with a long ended driveway, topiary and tended flowerbeds lining both sides as they proceeded towards the building. It felt…weirdly familiar. Peach’s home wasn’t far off this, fancy, perhaps less modern, more regal but old fashioned, she though it’d be easier to adapt but honestly it just felt like she was going back for a moment, seeing a middle aged woman spot them coming up the drive opening the doors with a rushed wave for them to get inside. It was warm, the woman smiled kindly and tottered off to get towels, seeing the two girls dripping wet. Plum watched her companion look around at the ridiculous grander of the hallway they stood in, elegant floral arrangements and fancy paintings on the walls, she worried that perhaps this was uncomfortable for her, she didn’t take her shoes off, nor put her bag down, not until pushed to do so.

She introduced her housekeeper, the woman who’d met them at the door, and immediately took to trying to find something that’d fit her…friend? Yeah. She was going to use that word. She grabbed a big hoody and some sweatpants, both warm dry and adequate, able to shove peach into the bathroom coming off her bedroom to have an actual shower, and relax for like five minutes. As she sat in the kitchen, she chatted with the woman she’d grown up with who ran the house when her parents were away. Freya, a kind soul who looked out for the kids, fed them, helped with homework, listened to them, sometimes plum felt like she was more a mother than her own flesh and blood, but always felt bad for thinking it. “You made a friend. Thats nice Bex.” A pet name, Freya loved the kids and always saw plum alone, head buried in her books. “Yeah, she’s a little different to the normal bunch around here…Do you think she can stay for a little while? She travelled from Sinnoh, doesn’t really have any connections this end.” The woman set a hot drink down, smiling, the sound of heavy rain on the kitchen windows really making the warm interior all the more comfortable. “It’s not like theres not enough space in this house. I don’t see any reason why she can’t stay.” The family were well off and with plum so obviously happy with some actual company her own age, it was just nice to see her acting like a regular young teen for once. “Just maybe don’t ask about her family? I don’t think it’s a good topic for her…” Cautious to not make her company nervous or uncomfortable, she saw the woman nod sympathetically.

That night, the two siblings, freya and peach all sat together and ate, some questions were asked but no one brought up her family, nor her situation, simply asked how she was finding the region, if she had a job or was taking on any challenges, wether she was part of the academy or not. It was nice to just be part of something ordinary for a moment. The pokemon all got a dinner, and for the first time since she got to Alola, she could see them curl up on warm beds that filled a corner of plums bedroom, all kinds of pillows and comfy surfaces, all mons huddled together, not alert to sounds of potential threats as the night drew on. All of them fast asleep. Well, all bar Val, who sat up and observed the room habitually. In amongst them Missy noodled her way in, they’d gotten use to her by now, and welcomed her to the group without issue. The girls sat on the big plush bed, dry, warm, fed, and for once, calm and dare peach say it- happy. The TV showing some crappy movie neither of them paid much attention to, chatting about various things, even cracking some jokes that got a laugh. They eventually fell asleep watching some show, rain hammering on the windows.

That was the start of their time together. From estranged rivals to friends. Their antics got them in a whole heap of situations and trouble, Freya all but welcomed Peach in as a 3rd kid, and peach of course took to bullying Plum’s brother given any chance, because he was a wet blanket of a boy and an easy target. When plums mom and dad finally came home they took a shine to their daughters new friend, happy that she was keeping plum company, and they noticed a severe increase in her confidence since the last time they were around. They heard about her lack of dwelling and offered their home, and peach no matter what, would always leave cash on the kitchen table towards bills, or try to bring home the pokemon food or just help around the house as much as possible. They did not ask for this, but she had to do something in return. To them, peach kept their kids both tough and brought companionship. What more could they want?

Plum wanted to complete the Island trials, and so she went for that, while peach tagged along for the sake of travel, and the duo stuck through it all together and achieved some pretty neat things. Gaining more mons, lots of experience, and some seriously cool stories to tell. Did they always agree with each other? Oh hell no, they are polar opposites, but they made one complete and fully functional, well rounded human adult when together.

#logn text post #i dunno guys im rambling over here #i think theyd get along better without the ranger competetiveness #fruit salad #brainrot #long post

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odeto-gyu · 3 years

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i’ll love you tomorrow, i promise - lee seokmin

yayayayay, my seokmin fic is here! i was on a grind and wrote this in 6 hours. enjoy your read!

synopsis : it seems like no matter how much you cry over him, he’s always just a memory. you promised him you’ll love him tomorrow, but how could tomorrow exist when you stopped being his everything today?

genre : angst for the most part! but it has its teeny tweaks of fluff (femreader x seokmin, post breakup au, mid twenties reader and seokmin)

- swearing ahead!

word count : 2.6k

Sadness, logning. A little bit of anger. You looked at him and couldn’t stand to keep your eyes on him for much longer than a glance. In all his glory, the suit that fit him so well and that smile perched so perfectly on his lips. Heart shaped lips that once spilled some of the most venomous set of words you’ve heard.

“Oh my God, ___, are you fucking clueless? Do you not see what’s happening around you at all?” Seokmin exasperates. His arms sway, making animated movements that exaggerate his rage, all that pent up frustration.

It must be midnight, or maybe even past it. You’re not sure, your head is dizzy and your trembling fingers wouldn’t even be able to lift a pen without it clattering to the ground. Home, you know you’re at home, it was your shared apartment with your boyfriend. The boyfriend you haven’t had a single peaceful day with in months.

Always screaming, yelling, getting irked at the smallest mistakes.

“My surroundings are pretty fucking clear to me, Seokmin,” you antagonize, heartbeat raising with every word. He scoffs, eyebrows knitted.

Next week should be your third anniversary. It should be, but the horrifying realization that you wouldn’t make it all the way till next week slowly creeps in.

“Oh yeah? Then accept the fact that we’ve changed. We’re not how we used to be and you know that.” His nostrils flare, a hand gliding through his thick black locks, slightly curly. And it’s true. You have changed, the both of you.

You started noticing minor tweaks and differences in your relationships. Dates cancelled for weeks in a row, the sudden disturbance and discomfort you couldn’t help feeling around him. Temper raised and ill-humoured arguments, the kind that made silence between you last for days.

Then, at some point he stopped coming back home at all, sending brief text messages that he was staying at his mom’s place instead. It would’ve been better if you caught him cheating, and had a better excuse to break up. Your relationship was hanging on its thinnest threads, threatening to break. Anytime.

But, in spite of all the feuds you and Seokmin had, you couldn’t help the ever-lasting itch of not being able to let go. He was your sun and moon, your brain and your heart. Everything, he was your everything.

Was.

Your biggest nightmare finally came true, when you broke up that same night. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t see through Seokmin. When he came to pack his things, he didn’t even spare you a glance. You hoped to see his smile one last time, have him look back as he walked away. He didn’t, all while he knew that if it were you, you would’ve looked back.

A distressed sigh escapes your lips. That must’ve been years ago. Three, or four maybe. Years passed, and everyone around you seems happy now. Especially Seokmin and his fiance, very soon-to-be wife. In precisely about sixty seconds she’s gonna have a shiny, shiny silver ring wrapped around her finger.

You’re not sure why, but you’re sitting on one of the fancy chairs at their wedding, personally invited by Seokmin’s fiance. Alone. It’s obvious what her intentions are by welcoming you so warmly to your ex-boyfriend’s marriage. You should’ve stayed at home, and you know that, but you wished to see him again. With a smile on his face, even if it’s one not meant for you.

Heejung, you recall his fiance’s name. Glittery eyes, elegant figure and fairly tall, it’s no surprise she’s Seokmin’s woman. She walks down the aisle in a perfectly straight line, one arm hooked around her father while the other holds a large bouquet of roses. Your least favourite flowers, not that it mattered. The wedding is grand, you eye-balled around two hundred people gathered in swarms. An almost royal room reserved for the occasion, with diamond chandeliers hanging off the high ceilings and far too many flashy decorations.

Although as you consider Heejung’s appearance, you note that her dress is mediocre. Snail-paced walking combined with a slow song to support the lavish moment of her strutting the aisle. Seokmin waits, eyes sparkling with delight when she finally places her hand in his much bigger, outstretched one.

You stare at his beaming grin, line of sight fixed on Heejung. He looks happy, too happy that for some reason it has your chest aching. You don’t like the feeling because you swear you’re ecstatic he found someone great for himself. You’re happy for him, you think at least.

Loud clapping shakes you from your reverie, people whooping for the couple who leaned in for a kiss. You tune in with your own light clapping, just for the sake of it. They look good together, you have to admit.

The party had been moved elsewhere, just next door in a ballroom nearly as fancy as the hall where the marriage took place. Instead of walking around, you sit at one of the tables in the far corner, forking at the food. The steak is a little bit bland and you’re not a big fan of salad.

Everyone else is up and about, dancing along to the music. You’re just about to shove a mouthful of the wedding cake that was cut earlier into your mouth, when an unexpected voice causes you to flinch.

“___, right?” It’s Heejung, clad in that mediocre wedding dress. You put the fork in your hand down, turning to face her.

“Yup, that’s me.” You point a thumb at yourself, an awkward smile spreading across your face. You swear you see her lips quirk downwards in disgust, but it’s gone so fast you almost doubt your own vision. Seokmin is nowhere to be found, despite the fact that they were glued-stuck to each other the last time you saw them.

“I’m going to be tossing the bouquet soon,” she says, “why don’t you join?”

Taken aback with the offer, you stutter.

“Oh, me? I-I mean I’d love to but-” Heejung has a knack for being a bitch, you realize when she cuts you off, saying,

“All set then. See you at the bouquet toss, ___.” Waves a manicured hand and expertly swishes her dress around to scurry away back to the dance floor. You roll your eyes, returning your attention back to the cake.

I guess it hurts her to be just a little bit nicer.

Still, you lift yourself off and away from your little table, deciding to just play along with her scheme. From the center of the room, her voice booms through a microphone announcing the bouquet toss event. Women from all sides gather, laughing to one another about betting on who’s going to catch it.

You blend in with the crowd, as everyone anticipates the throw.

“Whoever catches it, gets a special present!” She exclaims, the microphone accentuating her slightly squeaky, high-pitched voice. It hurts your ears.

People start to count down in unison, as Heejung faces the group of women with her back.

Three, two and one.

As bad as today was getting, it got worse. Worse when you realized that the bouquet flew almost non-coincidentally in your direction and ended up in the grasp of your hands. Why, why, why. You just have to face Heejung all over again. That sly, sly minx with bleached blonde hair that looks healthier than your own dull, virgin hair.

While one portion of the women beside you cheer, the other is visibly disappointed in their luck, shoulders slumped as they walk off the dance floor. You hear heels click-clacking behind you, signifying that a Heejung is approaching you.

“Oh! What a coincidence!” She feigns surprise, running her fingertips across the soft, red petals of the flowers. A small smirk creeps up onto her face, eyes looking straight into yours. “You’re going to love this gift I have prepared for you.”

Her skinny index finger curls, almond eyes trained on someone behind you. He brushes past you to stand next to Heejung. Him, it’s him, Seokmin. You don’t miss the way his eyes lose their spark the moment they land on you, all the while your heart has already dropped down to your stomach.

“A dance with the groom,” she smiles, fucking smiles.

“Babe, I don’t think-” Seokmin’s gaze doesn’t stay on you for more than a millisecond, already turning to his wife to persuade her otherwise. Too late. She raises the microphone to her baby pink lips,

“___ is the owner of the bouquet, making her the bride for a single dance with the groom! If you’ve been spectating, please stand up because it’s our first slow-dance and we want everyone to join,” and announces, with that annoying voice. Your ears ring, and your eyes flit to Seokmin.

He looks irritated, vexed even. His jaw clenches, pupils avoiding you like you’re not even there. The crowd that surrounds the dance floor slowly spreads out, separating into pairs of two. Some look like couples, some strangers. Heejung turns to Seokmin.

“I’ll be sharing this dance with my dad, but you two have fun.” She gives her husband a quick peck on the lips, before trudging along the marble floor to find her father. You’re left alone with Seokmin. First time in years.

“Hey,” You greet, voice quiet.

“Yeah, hey.” He replies, finally meeting your scrutinizing stare. It’s weird, there’s a gentle tug at your heart. Lost in silence, you both forget there’s a task at hand. Slow music fades in and your eyes widen in recognition. How could you ever forget this song?

Tonight you’re mine completely

The groom takes a single step closer, within arms reach. He’s not looking at you, rather focuses on placing two large hands on the curve of your waist, carefully. The thin dress you wear does nothing to stop the warmth from seeping through, which you damn it for.

You give your love so sweetly

Your hands are perched on the very edge of his wide shoulders, afraid if you get any more comfortable, you might not want to let go.

Tonight the light of love is in your eyes

His face is so close, but his eyes are cast downwards. All you see are his eyelashes, brushing his cheeks ever so lightly.

But will you love me tomorrow?

You don’t have to communicate to know you’re both thinking about that day, five years ago. The same song played on that day, you remember it like the back of your hand.

Seokmin twirls you around, a toothy grin plastered on his stupidly handsome face. It’s a rainy day outside, so you decided to stay in with your boyfriend to prepare a home cooked meal in a while. If you’re being honest he was the better cook, but you enjoy the time spent together either way.

Somewhere in the middle of chopping up some vegetables, Seokmin suddenly pulled out his phone, typed something in and scrolled. Turned on a song. You don’t know it, but it’s pleasant.

He hums the melody, pulling you back into his embrace.

Is this a lasting treasure, or just a moment’s pleasure?

“This song is nice. What’s it called?” You murmur against his skin. Arms wrapped around his thick waist, head buried in the crook of his neck. The smell of his skin, fresh and warm to the touch and the faint scent of laundry from his t-shirt.

“Will You Love Me Tomorrow,” he says, but - maybe it’s the tone he uses - he sounds a lot like he’s directing the title to you. An unsure question laced with insecurity. You pull away to look at him. His eyes are closed, voice vibrating low with the song.

Can I believe the magic of your sighs?

“Seokmin,”

“Hm?”

“You know I’ll love you tomorrow and forever, right?” A pretty smile tugs at his lips. He knows. Hand at the back of your head, he leans in to sweetly plant a kiss to your forehead.

“I love you, too.”

Will you still love me tomorrow?

His touch now, it’s familiar. But it’s not the same, not like how you remember it. It’s supposed to make you feel cozy, like butterflies are going crazy in your stomach. As you simultaneously sway to the music’s rhythm, you realize that indeed, the spark isn’t there at all.

You missed him, sure you did. But maybe not in the way you thought you did.

As soon as the song fades away, you step away from him and he mirrors you. The air isn’t awkward, but uncomfortable, maybe.

“I’m sorry if Heejung is bothering you. She gets jealous easily.” Seokmin suddenly speaks up, sounding sincerely apologetic. With a stammer,

��I-It’s, um, fine.” You assure, but the silence you get in response leaves you wanting to fill it. “I should get going now, though. It was nice seeing you again, Seokmin.” And you mean it.

When you first made the decision of attending his wedding, you thought you were going to beg for him back. To please let you prove to him that you’re so much better than whoever he’s with.

Frankly, you would’ve. He was your very first boyfriend, when you first turned nineteen. You spent half of your college years with him, thinking you would marry him. And you missed that, those years consumed by a picture-perfect relationship.

Then you heard his voice again and carded through your favourite memories. That was all it really was about. Memories.

A hardly detectable smile pulls his lips, but it’s there. “You too, ___.”

And he means it, too.

Once you bid goodbye to Heejung and Seokmin, you effortfully shuffle your way through the crowd, hoping to find an exit nearby. The lights have now turned flashy, causing your sight to wobble a little bit and make it harder to find your way out. God, you can’t believe they managed to make a palace ballroom look like a club. Bumping into elders and yelling ‘excuse me' through the loud music, it really wasn’t your idea of a Saturday night.

Without warning, you feel a wet splash land on your shoulder. You yelp in surprise, but with the luck you brought to this occasion today, you figured something like this would happen.

It smells like juice. Orange juice.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry!” A deep, lightly nasally voice apologizes. You sigh, tired.

“It’s okay, it’s not that big of a deal.” It is, this dress cost you big bucks. The guy is tall, sporting a white (practically see through) blouse. His muscles flex as he tries to wipe the stain off, frantically rubbing at it. You can’t see his face, he has his head downturned and all you can make out is fluffy black hair.

Smells like some expensive shampoo.

“No it’s not. This is a Celine dress, it must’ve cost you a lot.” He says, and you hear a small pout in his tone. You can’t help the chuckle that escapes you. Cute.

When he looks up, you almost fall backwards, taken aback. He's easily one of the most breathtaking people you’ve ever seen. All tan skin, soft hair and flawless skin. What is he doing at a marriage after-party?

He adorns a quizzical expression.

“I’m sorry. I can pay for it.” Once again, he apologizes. You don’t think about how your three hundred dollar dress is now officially orange, but more about how his jawline looks perfectly sculpted.

“Dress aside, I really would like to know your name.” Your exit plan long forgotten, you yell through the music. He beams a smile, canines poking at his lip.

He steps closer, mouth near your ear. “Mingyu. And you?”

“___. Single?”

“Most definitely.” He grins.

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