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marshmallowprotection · 3 years

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Inspired by the song "Flower of The Plateau" by Mothy, this story thats part of Ever Changing Fate (my story) doesn't have much of a connection to the main plot of ECF but I made it to flesh it out more and because why not.

You might have to zoom in on the picture to be able to read it- sorry oof.

Cast:

Oliver's full name is "Oliver Bortè".

"Chrysana" is not actually Chrysana's real name. Her real name is "Zaria Bortè". Her current full name is " Chrysana Orlov".

Marilla's full name as you would guess is "Marilla Orlov".

The Tsardom of Rinael is inspired by Russia. In case you didn't already know since I've mentioned Parie before, Parie is literally just a play on "Paris" and is insird by France. I'm pretty sure I've said that before but just mentioning for anyone else who read this.

Thus:

Chrysana is basically a French woman except France is in the southeast area of the planet and she abandoned her son and left him for dead before fleeing to Russia except it's in the northwestern area of the planet. She traveled very far away for a reason: it's so far out it would be impossible (so she thought) for anyone to find out who she really was.

Harlots (aka prostitutes for any who didn't know) are heavily discriminated against in Ever Changing Fate due to being seen as sinful even though most of them are only harlots because they need money, such as Chrysana. Chrysana ended up pregnant after being "without her consent used in a vulgar way", which is code for "being RP'd". She was heavily scarred and saw her son as a burning reminder of her experience. She never loved him but upon his birth she thought she could get used to him. But she soon realized that having a son was not very profitable because she couldn't afford to feed both herself and him, and the men she brought in didn't like having a kid around. Babies were too much work in her eyes at the time, and so she abandoned him and chose to completely erase her old identity as the harlot Zaria Bortè, and took on a new identity. In the years after she married the head of House Orlov in Rinael after fleeing there as a stowaway on a ship and had a daughter. But she nevr anticipated her son searching for her...

And so she had to maintain her new identity...

And that mean that anyone who knew of her past must be-

Since you read the text in the above picture, you kno what happened...

"The poor Oliver was found dead"

For your information Marilla was completely oblivious to Oliver being her older brother and her mother not being who she pretended to be, along with Duke Orlov who was also oblivious to everything.

Chrysana faked her entire personality as "Chrysana Orlov" when in reality her true self as "Zaria Bortè" was a cynical, scarred woman who hated the world, and was nearly unapproachable. Due to this in order to survive Chrysana knew she had to forge a new personality for herself which was joyful, social, happy, etc, and thus is why she became known as the "Joy of Rinael" due to the fact Rinael was constantly a gloomy land of snow, so someone who was optimistic and happy was sort of just foreign to them.

Other facts:

Chrysana was an orphan. She had been homeless her entire life until she fled to Rinael. She had found and decided to live in an abandoned house that she had fixed up herself and lit up with candles a few years before Oliver was born, when she was 14.

Yes, Chrysana had been a harlot even before she was of age; she became one when she was 12. "It was all to survive" is what she told herself even though she hated everything, her life, the men, the world...

Chrysana was 19 when she had Oliver.

Oliver is aproximately 6 years older than Marilla.

Marilla actually really wanted a sibling and would have loved having Oliver as her older brother. She got a baby sister a year after Oliver's death and a baby brother another two years after that.

Chrysana and Marilla's appearance is somewhat inspired by Hatsune Miku, mostly Marilla with her pigtails and hair color.

The rose on the headband that Chrysana is wearing is a black rose.

Chrysana's birth name and fake name are both flower names; Chrysana comes from Chrysanthemum and Zaria either is a flower or means flower in some other language, I forget. Marilla is another name for the flower Amaryllis.

Orlov was a noble family in the Russian Empire way back.

Vasily is a common Russian name, I believe.

Duke Vasily Orlov had strawberry blonde hair and purple eyes. He was younger than Chrysana by two years and had loved her nearly ever since she had moved to Rinael. Considering he was was 19 when she moved to Rinael, his teenage hormones were still all over the place and genuinely his crush on her was a childish one at first.

Chrysana despises intercourse nowadays but does it anyway to keep up her farce and to satisfy Vasily.

Chrysana genuinely loves Vasily but the relationship can be strained because of her trauma, fake identity, and fake personality.

Chrysana murdered several other men who happened to be people she slept with years earlier if she saw them whether she was in Rinael or visiting somehwere else because she wants to annihilate all record of her past.

By the time she died Chrysana had murdered about half of the men she slept with in the past.

Chrysana lived in the 1200s T.C., 350~ years before the Second Great Theda Civil War and main plot of Ever Changing Fate.

Chrysana's descendants (specifically Marilla's line) eventually married into the royal family of Rinael and several of the members of the royal family ended up bearing her hair color and or eye color due to it being very dominant throughout her bloodline.

If anyone found out she had been a harlot many years later there would be a bit of a scandal about it in the royal family, how big it would be would depend on how far down the line her descendants are at whenever it was discovered. However, her being a harlot was never found out by anyone.

One of the greatest rulers of Rinael bore both Chrysana's hair and eye color. He lived in the 1400s.

Chrysana became a writer later in her life (Around her mid 40s) and wrote a story that was actually based on her past identity. She wrote it in order to get out everything that she had pent up inside of her. She lied to everyone whenever asked that the entire story was fictitious and was based on many stories with several elements pulled from other stories to make it. It was called "The Tragedy of The Harlot Catria". Catria was the name of Chrysana's mother who was also a harlot according to the records Chrysana managed to find about her. She of course claimed that the records she looked at of Catria were just for her story- in reality Chrysana just desperately wished to know anything about her that she could because she never met her since her mother died in childbirth.

Chrysana knew her mother's name because of a locket that she had held onto since she could remember which had the inscription "Love from mama, Catria, to her lovely daughter, Zaria".

Chrysana's mother was a victim of RP just like Chrysana.

Chrysana's eye color is from her mother, her hair is from her father.

Chrysana met her father once and promptly beat him up for everything he did to her mother and never carung about her. However, he didn't know she was his daughter and she didn't kill him because he was a nobleman of Parie and it would have ended badly for Rinael because it could have caused rumors about him being killed by a Rinaelian nobleman/woman or she could have gotten found out.

Rinael and Parie don't like each other very much. :/

I personally like that you've been building on the character designs because it's really starting to come together in a really beautiful kind of way. The way that you're able to draw hair and the way that the environment affects it is just really telling of the characters in a lot more ways than you realize. It stands out more than just color theory in general.

Posture is one thing but you can see a lot just from the way that someone Styles themselves and just by looking at these characters you can tell that they have this specific energy to them. It's not standoffish. But it's definitely something in the realm of uneasy and uncertain.

I just want to say that these guys have been going through so much and their universe that it is kind of tedious. Can everyone in this room just get along for 5 minutes to have a group hug or something?

#mod kait #ask #littleghostlyrose #not mm #oc

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the-rainbow-mafia-blog · 5 years

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Wait

// Small bit of a much larger story. Another part of that story can be found here. This story is about this image, or if you prefer still images. Click here. A/N after the story. //

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Faba closed the door of his modest apartment behind him. The slam of the heavy door echoing around. There was no need to say hello to anyone. No one was waiting for him. No one had made food. Not that he was hungry anyway. He let his coat fall onto the floor and kicked his shoes off as he walked past the big bedroom. Normally he would walk straight ahead but his recent visitor had been stirring up emotions and memories. He couldn’t help but stop.

His long boney fingers rested on the cold metal of the door handle. He almost found the courage to open the door but backed out in the last second. Faba sighed and walked to the tiny room at the end of the hallway. It was supposed to be his office but was almost immediately turned into a baby room. The soft greens of the wallpaper greeted him. It was her favorite color and without thinking about it, he had adapted it as his favorite too.

Faba looked around the room, it was like she had left it. Like they had left it when there was still a they to speak of. Green wallpaper, a crib, so much stuffed toys and a camping bed. That one was sorta new. It looked like a stretcher and as comfortable as one. He could buy a regular bed but somehow he never got around to do it. With a sigh he put his green lab glasses on the floor as he lay down on the uncomfortable nylon of the bed. His index finger followed the curve of them. Green glasses. All becase he once joked that instead of seeing the world through a pink lens, she saw them through a green one. As a joke he had bought them but now they had become an comfort item.

The clock ticked the hours away and sleep would not catch him. He tossed and turned before giving up and getting up again. He stretched his back until it popped and went to the kitchen. “I’m not getting drunk.” He told no one as he grabbed a bottle and a glass.

This was all his fault. His lovely visitor. His ghost from the past. He was doing fine with coping with it but he had to mention her again. Faba figured that the best way to deal with anything is to ignore it. Tried as he might though he couldn’t forget what the other had said to him. How he was only working at Aether because they offered him an opportunity to work with splicing. How he thought he could bring her back. Faba had scoffed at the suggestion but he knew it to be true. At least before he saw what monsters it created. He went to grief her death all over again when he realised he had lost her for good.

The alcohol calmed him and clouded his mind and now nothing was stopping him to think about his past. About when he was happy. About his wedding day. His right hand stroked his left ring finger but there was no ring there. He had taken it off and kept it somehwere really safe. Now no one was going to ask questions or feel sorry for him.

With every sip the present became more cloudy and the past more clearer. He remembered how beautiful she looked that day. Though she always looked so effortlessly beautiful. She had beautiful green eyes and long grey hair. She was born without pigment in it and as a result she always had grey hair. Faba just thought it made her more beautiful and after a while she came to believe it too.

She always talked about marriage and how she planned it to be. She wanted to elope. Even if everyone in the world agreed on her marriage she wanted to elope. Marry in a small chapel with only her and her groom to be. So when the time came and she had said ‘yes’ to his proposal that is what they did.

There were little vows because she didn’t want them. And that was that. They were married.

If their wedding day was a concert the actual ceremony was a supporting act. One of those lesser know bands or artists that tried their best to appeal but the audience was just waiting for the main act. What he remembered most was the hours after they said their official ‘I do’s’ and thus were now husband and wife.

She had pouted when he had taken his suit-jacket off.

“It’s too hot.” Faba had simply replied. “And I’m still wearing the dress shirt.. and the tie!” He held the fabric up as too prove he was wearing it, like she couldn’t see it. “Also you took your veil off so we’re even in taking things off.”

She shook her head, the flower that shared her name bounced softly with their movement. Faba loved it when she did that. The whole fake dissapointment. They knew each other by now. They spoke each other’s body language like it was their mother tongue. Now he was distracted by how gorgeous she looked in front of the hotel window as the sun was setting behind her, filling the room in a warm orange glow.

He bit his lip to hide his smile. “I got vows!” He had expected her to protest or do something but instead she looked at him with anticipation. “Well I never saw you as a writer but what the hell, let’s start this marriage off with learning something new about each other.”

“Well I’m not good with words but I wanted to try. i’ve been sitting on this one for a while. I know you said no vows at the wedding but the wedding is over so now it’s fair game.”

She chucked the bouquet at him. With no one to visit their wedding, no one was there to catch it. “Before I am the next one to marry I wanted to say something about the bride.” He flicked a petal off himself as he unfolded the paper with text he rewrote a thousand times and still wasn’t happy with.

“When we met I was still young, I was in a place of darkness. I thought that it would last forever but then suddenly there was warmth and light. At the time I didn’t know where it came from but I knew I had to hold onto it. You know what they told me, because they told you too. That you were soft. But where they saw that as something weak. I saw it as pure strength. The power to remain this loving and warm in a cruel and dark work is something I admire and something I can only wish to be. I had given up on kindness and thought it to be better to hurt, rather than to be hurt. But around you I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I found myself spending more and more time around you and with that, I realised that I was enjoying life again. I saw things, like you saw them. With hope.. with green glasses on. I still don’t know what I did to deserve all that time you spend with me but I must have done something right if you allowed it. You told me about your dreams and before I knew it they became my dreams. I couldn’t imagine a future without you and even though I was the scrawny nerd and you were more beautiful than anyone ever you still agreed to go out with me. You allowed me to kiss you and love you. And you allowed me to take your hand in marriage. I do not know what the future will hold. I don’t think anyone does. But I will promise to give my everything to you. All that I can give. I will give to you. And I will promise to love you. I will promise to keep on going. So that when we need it and think we can’t go on anymore. I will hold on a little longer for us. So you don’t have to do that alone. Lillium- even though you dislike your full name. I still think it’s the most breathtaking sound in the world. My beautiful Lilly flower. I love you so much and I want to live the rest of my life with you.”

He looked up, shocked to see his bride with tears on her face. Faba dropped the paper and walked over to her, pressing her face against his chest. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay. Your’e jsut a stupid soft idiot who thinks he’s the worst person in the world but he isn’t.” She looked up to him, her eyes glimmering. “I can’t top what you just said but... I love you. You may see me as your strength but you are mine. I wish you would see what a kind person you really are Faba. You think you’re cruel but you’re the only one who reached out to me.” Her hands found his and she kissed his finger tips. “Maybe we were truly made for each other.”

They sat like that for a while and watched the twilight turn into night.

“How do you feel about kids anyway?”

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//Well there is loads more where that came from. Lillium is Faba’s wife. They met in his Team Plasma days and he fell instantly and hard. They moved to Alola when they were in their late 20s and married there. Faba would do anything for her and she would do the same for him. I imagine their marriage as happy and healthy. This stories are all little parts of a much much bigger story that I have been working on since Pokemon Sun/Moon was announced and we saw a teaser of him. So I apologize if it’s vague at parts. I did edit some parts here and there to not give away spoilers for the full story.

I really want to keep sharing it and I would love people to read and tell me what they think. But be nice. There is a difference between being a dick and being helpful.

#pokemon #faba #branch chief faba #aether foundation #lillium #pokemon sun #pokemon moon #pokemon sumo #my writing

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swayinghummingbirds · 5 years

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feeling a way because yesterday i found out my brother and his wife are having a baby. and idk. i didnt think that would be happening for a few years. nowim beside myself in a dark seasonal depression, this time last year we almost moved back to fl because i missed my mom and brother and hated living with treys family. instead we moved to knoxville a week before we werent to move back to fl. i had to move from pa to fl away from all of my family at the age of 11 and it was really really hard. and i hate that i just watched my little cousins grow up over the internet. and i still am. i hate the fact that everyone is getting older. one day they wont be here even to give a phone call to. i think about my grandparents. my parents. i watched my mom do exactly what i did and i hated her for it for years because she took me away from my family and everything i knew. and then i did it to myself. i wanted so badly to get out the town i was in because there were too many ghosts. i was stoned 24/7 and just full of disappointment. i do have to admit moving away helped me be able to get off of my antidepressants and now ive been very sober and am progressing at my job and making myself more vabluable and kind of making stronger relationships. sometimes i feel like ill never make a friend like kaylee again. it was just such a wholesome friendship that i miss so so dearly. i still dont have an actual friend here. i have one girl that i go to church with sometimes, shes my coworker. i feel like i dont want to make a friend because it just hurts. when i moved i didnt talk to anyone for like three months. and when i finally called my mom i just cried because i told her i felt like a disappointment. of course, i was still going through medication withdrawals but still. ive made so much progress with my mental health and spirituality. so much spirituality. its been so nice to not have someone else tell me what i should or shouldnt do. all my life id have someone in my ear whether it be family or a friend. just making my own decisions. being able to go to the store and just absolutely know i wont see anyone i know, its been a dream. but when i told my manager about becoming an aunt he said i was going to have such a great time being an aunt and went on to tell me how great it is to be an uncle and i just felt in the pits of my stomach how it felt to watch my family grow up with out me . and now if i stay here ill be doing it again. and i dont even know if ill have kids myself. sometimes i want to and other times i dont. today after work one of my favorite coworkers- id go as far to say shes probably my favorite person there and id call her my friend- was sitting in the cafe and she was crying so i sat down to talk to her and she just went on about the book she was listening to about pets and reincarnation and how they live their life and learn more and come again but she was upset because one of her cats is very old and she knows shes going to pass soon. and she tells me about how her roommates sister moved in with them and is just making her life hell. the sisters roommate doesnt like her dog, her plants, the way the furniture is. my coworker is probably over 60 years old and i just feel for her. at one point she had a house paid for had so much in the company but ended up quitting so she lost it all , she sold her house, doesnt really have any decent family she could be with. my other coworker who’s 72, is moving back to florida to be with his son. another one is thinking about moving to missouri to be his mom whos in her 70′s. my mom is going to be old one day and i dont think i want to wait that long to be able to see her often. i dont want to end up like her and her brother where they dont talk and when she does call he thinks somethings wrong. today my yogi tea tag read “life is a flow of love, your participation is requested” and i just am not sure i want this anymore. im going to be 25 in less than a month and life just keeps going and going and going. to be honest january and february are so hard for me. ive been having a hard time taking care of myself. i have no motivation to do anything. i havent had a full yoga session in over a month. i cant bring myself to cook for myself so ive been eating like shit. i take my vitamins but i know thats not sufficient. everyone i talk to are going to the gym and feeling better. i tried doing yoga today and i did a few thigns and had a little meditation which was nice, but then my neighbors started yelling at each other so i gave up and just came to my room and here i am typing this. which is very theraputic i needed to get it out somehwere but now i feel like im just wasting my life away sometimes. depression has crept back in and the sun is gone and i have no friends and no family here and my fiance and i are on opposite schedules for half the week so im just going to go to sleep maybe. if you actually read this- thanks and also sorry it wasnt meant to be read it was meant for typing it out of my mind. o rmore so so i could read it and give myself conversations and other thoughts about it all.

#blogging #long

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artwork-mystery · 6 years

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Heart Event

Pairing: Jin x Reader

Genre: ♡ | ♧

Words: 2.5k

Warnings: None

Notes: Can we just all agree that everyone needs a Kim Seokjin in their lives? Okay? Okay! Also, I already knew my past school life was boring and sad but now I'm seriously getting butthurt by fiction lol... help. On another note, I'm extremely sorry for how cheesy and dumb this is!!!

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Summary: Receiving notes and gifts from a secret admirer during school is nice and makes for a far more interesting day, but the question is: who is behind it all? You’ll find out soon enough and you couldn’t be more ecstatic to learn the one and only Kim Seokjin has something to do with it.

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"What does that one say?!" Your friend shrieks, as you pick up another note that had been left around the school. This one was found in the hallway as you were walking to the library.

You read the the words on the piece of paper and find yourself smiling to it. "It says, 'Your smile is the cutest thing I have ever seen in my life.'" You look back up to see your friend with a hand over her heart, gushing over the secret admirer notes you've been collecting since you got to school today. The first note you found was on your locker and it said, "My heart stops when you look at me."

You peek over your shoulder and look around hoping to see if anyone looked suspicious but it seems you won't find out who your secret admirer is yet - if at all.

"Do think I'll find out who is behind all of this," you ask your friend. She isn't looking at you but she answers as she types wildly on her phone.

"Hmm, maybe- I think so."

Your heart picks up speed, stuttering when you make eye contact with your long time crush, Kim Seokjin, who is undeniably the most handsome and nicest guy at your school. You're not even being biased; he was voted for those things last year and you couldn't agree more.

While you haven't spoken to him much except little greetings here and there, you know for a fact he's a sweet and funny guy from stories you've heard and the small, far and few between interactions, so you weren't surprised to find you had no control in your heart deciding that he would have it. The moment is broken when he looks away, not before sending a tiny, polite smile your way and continues walking off, looking down at his phone.

You squeal inwardly before poking your friend and getting her attention. "Could you imagine if Jin was the one behind all of this," you sigh dreamily. Your friends eyes widen for a millisecond before she chuckles.

"Ooh, yeah that would be awesome! A dream come true," she looks back at her phone before turning it off and drags you into the library. The room is filled with paper hearts and you notice another note on the table you sit at when you go in there to study or read some books.

"Wow, you'd think it was Valentines Day today. They're going all out," she says, running her hands across some of the hearts that were hanging from strings.

"How did they manage to do all of this... This is crazy- They're crazy!"

Your friend teases, "Yeah, crazy in looove."

Rolling your eyes in feigned annoyance from her teasing you ask, "Why me though? I'm not that special..."

"Don't say that," she smacks your arm. "You're plenty special and your secret admirer obviously thinks that as well," she smiles and wiggles her brow.

"Okay, but who is it though? Ugh, I'm so curious!"

She diverts her eyes, looking as if she's trying to seem casual but you caught onto it. "Oh, I have no idea-"

"Yes you do! Who is it?! Tell me, tell me right now," you beg, grappling onto her shoulders and shaking her fervently.

"I don't know! And if I did... I wouldn't tell you. You'll have to wait for lover boy to confess himself," she taunts. "Just collect your love notes and enjoy the mystery for now."

You huff but comply and pick up the note on your table and read it. "I don't have myn library card but do you mind if I check you out?" The cheesy pickup line causes you to titter. You search once more for anyone that looks like they could be the culprit but you come up empty handed, with a sigh you slump in the chair across from your friend and bring out some homework, working diligently for half an hour.

You walk into your math class and on your desk is another note with a bottle of your favorite drink. You come to a sudden realization. Either one of your friends is playing a prank on you or someone watches you and knows your favorite drink; which could be harmless but you shiver at the thought of it possibly being someone creepy who stalks you.

However you haven't had a strange feeling from any of this and everything has been innocent so far but then you get upset at the thought of it just being a prank. It seems plausible - your friends pranking you. They wouldn't want you to be creeped out so of course they would make it all cute but then again... why would they prank you and to this scale? They certainly don't have the energy or time so you come to the conclusion that it is in fact just an innocent secret admirer.

You pick up the note, and as if the person knew what you'd think about all of this, it confirms your suspicions but all the while still leaves the entire thing as a mystery. "I swear I'm not weird, I just happen to know you drink this a lot and thought you would enjoy it. Please take care of yourself and stay hydrated. By the way, are you a 45 degree angle? Because you are acute-y!"

Alright, so they know you like this drink and you only ever drink it during lunch, so obviously someone has seen you with it. It could be anyone though so you're growing frustrated, but it's thrilling at the same time so you just sip your drink, giggling at the cute math pickup line and waiting for class to start and pass.

"Y/n! Hurry up, we need to eat lunch!" Your friends face appears suddenly as soon as you step outside of class since it ended and startles you.

"Ah! Geez, you nearly gave me a heart attack," you reprimand her, and she ignores you, shoving you forward and towards the cafeteria. "Besides, I hate school food... and I think I forgot my lunch today," you grumble. You were sure you had packed it in your bag this morning.

"Shut up and let's go," she says, still pushing you and doesn't stop until you reach the cafeteria. You walk in and find your usual table but notice a bag with a note on it sitting in the middle. You quicken your steps, your friend close behind, and snatch the note up.

"No one likes school food so I made this. I hope you enjoy and eat well! Oh, and if you were a vegetable, you'd be a cutecumber."

You set the note down, smiling dumbly and open the bag, peering inside, you notice a variety of food and your mouth waters from the smell alone.

"Wow, can I say husband material because dang. You're so lucky - ugh, I'm so jealous," your friend inhales deeply and closes her eyes briefly before taking a peek at you. She looks like she knows something...

"I don't even know who it's from though-"

"Hey, if you don't want it, I'll have it. And I'll have Mr. Secret Admirer too." She makes a grab for the bag while giving you a teasing look but you pull it out of her reach.

"I never said I didn't want it. And I just- I don't know them or whether they are, 'husband material.' I haven't met them yet and can't make that decision so stop it." She looks like she wants to say something but thinks better of it and pouts quietly to herself with her arms folded, giving you playful looks every now and then. You gratefully eat the food and when you're done you head to your next class.

The rest of the day goes on like this. Cute and funny notes, paper hearts, and other things placed around. It's a lot to take in and you have no idea who would ever put so much thought and effort into doing all of this for you. School finally ends but no one had come up to you to confess and you're a little disappointed. As you're opening the doors to step outside you see rose petals everywhere - even floating around in the air! You look up and spot some people throwing some of the petals around and laugh heartily, with disbelief and wide eyes lighting up your face with how extravagant this all is.

You walk out more and realize that the petals are a trail and leading somehwere. You look down, a shy but bright smile plastered on your lips as you follow the trail. Your heart pounds in your chest and your hands become sweaty, fisting them together and rubbing them against your shirt to wipe them off. You're going to finally see who your secret admirer is and you're feeling a lot of a different things... but mostly you're nervous and excited.

You turn a corner and there you see someone who sends your heart rate skyrocketing into the clouds and you freeze. Kim Seokjin. Kim freaking Seokjin is standing right in front of you and he's staring at you with his all too habdsome face and shining eyes. You might faint. He pushes forward off the wall he was leaning on and a small, charming and warm grin tugs at the corner of his lips, and you hold your breath as his gentle voice catches your attention.

"Hello... Y/n." He knows your name? You shouldn't be surprised, he probably knows everyone - well, everyone knows him at least.

"O-oh, Jin, hah... hey." You mentally slap yourself for being so awkward.

"How are you," he asks, moving to see your face more cleary, which you have ducked down to hide in embarrassment.

"Uh, I'm g-good. Fine. How- how are you?" Wow, you're doing so amazing-...ly bad. He must think you're weird now.

"I'm fine thank you," he grins. "So... what did you think about all of this?"

"Huh? Think about what?"

He laughs softly, his unique windshield wiper-like laugh, and your own lips lift upwards in amusement and adoration. "All the notes and stuff you got today," he clarifies.

You're a little shocked he knows but then again it wasn't exactly a secret. Anyone could see all the things that were meant for you but you didn't think he would have payed attention. Does he know who did all of it? Is that why he's here?

"Was it too much? I'm sorry, it was probably all too much and embarrassing for you," he apologizes, but you aren't sure why he's apologozing.

"No- No, it was all really sweet and funny... but why are you apologizing? Do you know who it is? My secret admirer," you ask.

Jin raises his brows and chews on the inside of his cheek for a second as he stares at you. You can't read his face but then he looks away , smiling shyly as his broad shoulders shake a little in a suppressed laugh, taking a deep breath as he looks back at you with pursed lips.

"Yes, I know who it is," he simply says.

"Who? Who is it?!"

He steps closer and you gulp nervously, fidgeting with your hands. "Me."

Stop! Did he just say what you think he just said? The Kim Seokjin - your freaking crush - is your secret admirer?! This can't be true. This has to be some cruel joke waiting to unfold. Except it isn't and he makes sure you know.

"Y/n? A-are you okay?" He licks his lips and looks nervous.

"Ehm, I'm fine- totally fine! Never better." You don't sound fine but honestly you are. Okay, you're mostly fine... you're just processing everything.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure! Sorry... I was just caught off guard," you chuckle awkwardly.

His face slowly eases up and then he smiles again at you. "Ah, I get it. I'm sorry for springing that on you. All of it... But I do like you, and just wanted you to know that I think you're really great."

"You like me? Like, you actually like me?" Your voice is filled with shock and he nods cutely before grabbing one of your hands.

"I do. I really like you and I was hoping we could hang out more and get to know each other. I'd actually like to take you out on a date, if you'll have me," he offers a sweet smile, squeezing your hand lightly.

" I would love too," you beam, your whole face lighting up.

He brings your hand up to his mouth and places a tender kiss to the back of your hand, holding it delicately as he bows slightly, eyes shining into yours. You blush furiously at the romantic gesture and with that he sets up your date and walks you home. A question was tugging at your brain though so you had to ask.

"Did my friend know it was you? She was acting weird today like she knew something."

He stops walking for a second, not expecting you to suddenly ask a question but he grins, chuckling a little. "Yes, she did, and she helped me."

"I knew she was up to something," you exclaim. "Were you the person who she was texting today like a mad woman," you further question.

"Yes, I had her keep an eye out for me and she told me a few things," he admits, rubbing the back his neck.

"Oh no..." You seriously hope nothing embarrassing was mentioned about you - you'd have to kill her.

"Don't worry," he says, smiling. "But, I have to know, how did you like my cooking?"

Just remembering the delicious meal was enough to have your stomach feeling happy and growl. "It was fantastic, thank you! You picked a good day to do this too, since I forgot my lunch and hate school lunch."

"You're welcome," he smirks, and looks at you for a second with a glint in his eyes. "I'm sorry but I actually had your friend take your lunch when you weren't looking." Your eyes widen and you lightly shove his arm, and he holds his hands up in defense. "Hey, it was a win-win situation if you think about it!" That was true. He seriously can cook better than what you had made and apparently he got your compliments on his cooking - so it's a win for you both.

You finally reach your house and slowly make your way to the door. You turn around to thank him and give a chaste kiss to his cheek, causing him to blush lightly. "Thanks for everything, Jin."

He grins widely and asks for you to wait for a second, pulling out a paper heart from inside his jacket and handing it to you. He sends a wink your way and walks off after telling you how he looks forward to your date. "Goodnight, Y/n, I'll see you on our date! I'm looking forward to it."

You go inside, your heart leaping with joy and you look at the little paper heart he gave you. You notice it has writing on it so you read it.

"I'm no organ donor but I'd be happy to give you my heart."

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