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evertyun · 3 years

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ENDLESS - ♯choi yeonjun

PAIRING : choi yeonjun x reader

GENRE : ANGST , slight fluff (?) like 0.5%

WARNING : this is a work of fiction anything mention about the character involve are PURELY MADE UP , emotion manipulation (?) , descriptive emotion , swearing , cheating

SYNOPSIS : "we're just friends" little did he know, y/n knows the truth.

OTHERS : include of other idols & oc, the story is not a long one shot its more of the main event skipping until the present time.

"you know i love you right?" yeonjun whispered while stroking your hair softly, cuddle up on the couch together.

you hummed in respond, deep down in your heart, you know he went to her place before he came over. breathing in the smell of her perfume that is painted all over him.

you know that even if you talk about it, yeonjun will keep emphasising they are 'just friends' constantly, you've been through this talk so often to the point that you have given up worrying about her existence. but instead coping with it yourself...

you love yeonjun so much that no matter what he does, even if it hurts you, you're willing to let it all go.

once again both of you are screaming at each other trying to see who is louder

"seriously beomgyu again?" yeonjun sounded pissed

"what about you constantly soojin, soojin, soojin, and that's all you know how to say, when we're together" you look back at him

"for fuck sake y/n, why can't you understand soojin is just a friend stop worrying about it" he shouted again, your heart clenches just holding in your tearz

"i didn't even say anything about your re— no never mind." you were about to retaliate the reply

"i just wanted more time with you" mumbled softly holding in your tears looking down not knowing if he heard your or not.

he stood there looking at you when his phone rang, he looked at the id caller and picked up, and you're just watching his every move

"oh hey whats up?" "i will be there asap" just two sentences only "im leaving" he lets you know and just take his hoodie and car key and left instantly not even checking up on you.

he really left...

"just fucking drop him" beomgyu said as he comfort you with your best friend yeeun

"you don't get it, i can't" the continuous sobbing from you as all of you walk along the pavement of han river park.

"you can do this y/n" yeeun whisper as she pat your back while you were still crying

what would you do without beomgyu and yeeun, constantly being there for you. the fact beomgyu and yeonjun are best friend as well...

"hey, y/n, i just want you to know if it ever gets too hard just know you are not alone" yeeun said while walking towards your apartment with beomgyu

"thank you..." was the last word for the night

some nights were different, but those some nights became a daily routine each day goes by you get more numb but each night you cry too...

he doesn't come by often anymore, maybe once a week but he do leave in less than an hour or two. you could tell from all the excuses he gives you it can go as far to made up lies such as "beomgyu asked me to fetch him home" "soobin forgot his keys" "taehyun left his gloves i need to bring"

"kai asked me to get him panadol he is having bad headache sorry i gotta go, love you babe" tonight was no different, he left so quickly.

but its amazing how he left his phone at your coach, you hold on to his phone debating to unlock it or not to. curiosity gets the best of you, you slide and key in the password he told you before.

'wrong password' he changed it

the phone vibrates the notifications pops up

soojin: i love you too

soojin: but i've reached dalkkom

soojin: im at the corner table see you <3

your heart clenches, so bad when you heard a knock. you walked towards and saw yeonjun as he let himself in and just retrieved his phone and gave you a peck on your forehead then he left.

the extra miles he goes for her, but never once for you, he cared for you once but not anymore. and yet the endless time you gave in

"babe i missed you so much i've been so busy with uni lately" yeonjun hugged you tightly, with his other friends watching the both of you. the look on beomgyu face was so unreadable as though he wanted to flip yeonjun over

"also i asked a friend to tag alone, after all y/n would be the only girl and i was afraid she would feel uneasy so i got one of my friend to tag along" yeonjun added as he let go of you

"yeeun is coming??" beomgyu said in sarcasm knowing too damn well soojin would show up instead

"it's probably soojin" you mumbled out

"what?? who now??" kai and taehyun said in unison

the way all his friends knew about the situation but none of them dare to confront yeonjun. they promise to never let girls come inbetween them and that was the reason

"sorry im late!" a female voice spoke, you turn to look at her

she is everything you are not. insecurity hits, her long silky black hair, her pretty orbs and well shaped lips.

then again,

if he is happy so are you...

soobin could tell you look upset, but what hurt the most was seeing both yeonjun and soojin having fun while you were there broken.

he never looked at you not even once that day, just glued onto her.

its clear enough that he has slipped away from you, its so clear but yet you refused to believe.

"i don't get why is he holding on to you if its clear he loves her?? just what the flying fuck??" yeeun said, its been nearly a year since this whole incident happen

its insane how you manage to hold on even though you clearly know that you are not the one and will never be the one.

the first time yeeun send you a picture of them together at the arcade holding hands. that picture was pure evidence he loved her. its so clear and so loud that you are just a second option.

months goes by you lose yourself, for constantly loving him even though he wouldn't return the affection to you. you were lovesick and tired, you took your friends word in to consideration.

it happens so often, he never showed up to your birthday, or even wished you. you're tired and numb so numb to go through it. he stop texting everyday with excuses that is so bad.

heartbreak . you want to be happy you realise your worth

[next paragraph might be a little too dramatic or to descriptive of insecurity and emotion]

today is the day... (present)

"lets break up" you let out, while both of you were cuddling up to each other

he look at you in the eye all he see was vulnerability, he let go of you without saying much. he know too damn well what he did, but never once did he regret until today in the very couch in your living room.

"wait why? babe, are you okay?" he asked looking at you with concern, you looked at the hickey on his neck that you know he tried to hide and back to his face return a smile to him

"i've hold up for so long, i can't do this anymore" you told him, deep down you just wanted to scream out 'just kidding' . because the look on his face look so genuine and broken as though he really did love you, but you don't want him to go through all the pain

choi yeonjun please get an oscar award. the way he reacts to you, not wanting to let you go. your heart aches so much. you got up from the couch and took your phone.

"please don't let me give in again, i took so much courage to finally let you go" you were holding back your tears, as you unlock your phone to the picture yeeun send you.

it wasn't just one picture but an album? some from beomgyu and some from his very own roommate soobin. the look on his face was clear that he couldn't use the "we're just friends" reason anymore.

"y/n... how long" was all he let out. the picture shown were as long as 5-6 months ago. all he wants to know, was how could you still love a cheater for that long

"it doesn't matter, it never did." you mumbled loud enough for him to hear

"i love you, y/n i feel so bad, please give me a chance, i will change i swear i can't bear to lose you." the guilt in his voice, but apologising was never on his mind

its driving you insane, by the way he could say i love you so easily.

"god yeonjun, i hate you so fucking much, all the i love you, you know too damn well i would give in, why are you doing this to me?" you let out along with you tears, he just look at you all empty

"y/n..."

the more you look at him the more you want to give in

"my love for you was endless and i thought it ended i guess it never did. maybe i am not feeling well tonight" you gave in, and you hated it so much.

guess you couldnt leave him after all

"y/n, just let me explain" he tried to reason out

"there's nothing to explain but... what does she have!?" you really went ahead to compare yourself to her "maybe her long silky hair, or her petite figure maybe her big round eyes, or even he beautiful lips, she has it all yeonjun you don't have to explain because if i were you, i do fall for her too.."

looking at the nearest scissor you grab it, yeonjun was in utter shocked he tries to grab the scissors before you but its was too late

"y/n please don't, we can jus-" before he was about to finish the sentence you cut your hair "look i don't have long silky hair anymore am i still pretty?" then you proceeded to scratch yourself and your face making sure it has some marks for you to regret tomorrow "oh no my face-"

"FOR FUCK SAKE Y/N STOP CAN WE JUST TALK!?" he finally shouted, you flinched and look back at him with built up emotions

"NO WE CANT I WILL GIVE IN, I WILL HATE MYSELF JUST... , I LOVE YOU SO FUCKING MUCH YEONJUN" you cried and scream out loud hoping her heard you loud enough maybe even your neighbour heard you out loud.

"y/n, im sorry" he walk towards you as he grab the scissors from your hand and he hugged you tight, its been so long since you felt this sincere feeling from him. and it hurts more than it felt good.

you pushed him away, and remove yourself from his embrace

"im going to sleep now, you can see yourself out" you left straight to your room. why just why you can never stop...

you looked up at the ceiling finally crying. cursing at yourself, he probably left to find soojin or even his friends for snitching on him. his move was so unpredictable too unexpected.

opening the door to your room he sat next to your bed. "y/n, it was a mistake i should never have taken you for granted im sorry. i love you i can't bare to lose you." pretending to be asleep not replying to whatever he says

he walked closer to you and gave a light peck on your forehead. you couldn't hold it in and tears fall, the guilt yeonjun felt was unbearable.

his phone buzz as he look down on to his phone and back to you, "i have to go and clean up the mess i've made" said looking at your "sleeping" figure

he stood up and right when he was about to leave, you grab his wrist instinctly

"the tightness in my chest, its so suffocating, but i love the feeling, because i know you're happy out there and having fun and that's what i want you to feel... to be happy, but if you really love me just let me go that's the least you could do"

he look at his wrist the one you are holding

"no y/n.." he really didn't want to let go his voice holds so much guilt,

"if its meant to be we will find our way back to each other again, i promise because i know i could never hate you even if you hurt me the most" you let go of his wrist finally.

he stood there looking at you for another minute or two and he finally left your room.

"maybe 1 more chance for change doesn't hurt at all"

even after all you have been through you still consider to put him above you.

a/n: i don't think it's my best but i will work on it, seems very rush but also sorry for spelling and english error as mention its not my first language;-;

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lord-explosion-baku · 4 years

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Opia Night 2

Vampire!Shinsou x reader

Warnings: alcohol mentions, mentions of blood, dumb mc, campy vampire bullshit, swearing

A/N: ahhhhh. okay. so. this was a tough write. I think I got stuck because i started taking myself too seriously and then i just started throwing words out left and right. this is very back and forth, no-goal-reached, bullshit. I mean, getting from point A to point B is r o u g h, bro. Im SO SORRY. I was trying to make this natural and it just AINT. she’s messy today and it’s fine. Gotta just post what we can when we can lmfao. SOO! I’m aware that this chapter isn’t good, but I do hope that you find it entertaining regardless! I promise Night 3 will be better!

(PLEASE DO NOT REPOST MY WORK ANYWHERE WITHOUT MY PERMISSION)

Night One

Night Two

You woke up to your phone buzzing next to your head on your pillow. Once, twice, and the third double-vibration made you realize that you were not going to be going back to sleep any time soon. Blinking at your window, you groaned at the flecks of dust that were lit up by the golden remnants of twilight. You’d slept most of your Friday away after slaving away on your school work Monday through Thursday. You tried telling yourself that you deserved the rest, but sleeping through sunlight has become habitual to you when you had nothing else going on. When you woke up from your coma, you would usually sleep some more. Usually.

The phone on your bed was alight with three unread messages, all saying something different, but with the same invitation handed out:

Kirishima(7:02): hey :)

Sero(7:07): you busy?

Kaminari(7:15): babe! partaaay tonite!!!! come over!

Again, you groaned.

The last night you’d spent over at their house was a complete disaster. You totally embarrassed yourself by screaming out of nowhere. Or so it seemed to have come out of nowhere to everyone else who heard you; what you thought you had witnessed went completely unnoticed to everyone at the last party. But to you, it was so vivid.

Purple-haired-couch-kid. Fangs. Blood.

You completely freaked and locked yourself in the bathroom. It took both Kirishima and Sero to coax you out after you battled the idea of calling the cops to their house. When you came out, there was a swarm of kids eyeing you like you were crazy. You asked to see Kodai. She appeared. She was unharmed: no blood, no marks, no recollection of any handsome boy who took a bite out of her wrist. Kamianri’s garage-sale couch had been occupied by no extremely handsome man, and there were no purple-haired people to be seen at the party afterwards.

It wasn’t something you could have imagined unless your drink had been spiked, but you thought you were pretty careful when it came to open containers! And besides, who’d want to spike your drink with hallucinogens. Getting you high could have been a prank or someone thinking they were doing the rest of the party-goers a favor, but to what you could tell, nobody else was seeing shit. So maybe you were crazy. Maybe there was no alluring voice speaking to you in your head, and your psyche had suddenly broken out of the damn blue. In the psychology class you took freshman year, you learned a lot about different mental illnesses that cause hallucinations and paranoia. Maybe you had to get yourself checked out.

Your phone buzzed again.

Kaminari: Kiri is gonna be real bummed if you don’t come :”(

Well, that was on him. You couldn’t really imagine why you would receive such a welcome invitation to another one of their parties after the big fuss you made. After you realized Kodai wasn’t in trouble, you stormed home; you lived close enough, so it was fine to leave your car there. You didn’t speak to anyone about what happened afterwards, so you were sure you’d be snubbed by your friends for at least a little bit. You figured that… if they wanted something else from you, maybe the rule of party fouls would be ignored.

You sighed, knowing that even though Kirishima definitely had a crush on you, he was still your friend and a great guy. You couldn’t think bitterly of him just because he might’ve wanted to kiss you on several occasions when you were just hanging out. You did sleep with him once, back in the day, but you both agreed to just be friends afterward. You were… kinda wild back then and didn’t like the idea of having a boyfriend. Kirishima tried to be understanding, but every now and then, you’d see him look at you with those sad, puppy-dog eyes.

There was a bleep! and you saw that you got a Snapchat notification from Sero. You pursed your lips and opened it to see a video of Kaminari singing your name, pushing Kirishima’s shoulder, and a chorus of several people making gross kissing noises at the two of them. You rolled your eyes and were about to close the video, but something—no, someone—in the background caught your eye.

You replayed the snap. There was singing, gross kissing noises, and him—right at the end of the video. He was only there for the last two seconds of the video, but those mesmerizing indigo eyes leering at the phone camera seemed to grab you by the throat.

You didn’t fucking imagine him. You didn’t fucking imagine him.

Sliding the screen to show the front-facing camera, you grimaced at your face. You rubbed the sleep out of your eyes and snapped a quick photo with the tag, ‘who is all there rn?’

Kaminari’s reply came instantly. It was another video of people hooting in the kitchen taking shots. Sero was sniffing at a rough-looking pineapple and Kaminari was yelling.

“Who is all here right now?!” Kaminari called and cheers came as a response. Kaminari turned the camera to face his grinning self. Kirishima was in the background checking his hair in the mirror. When he saw that the camera was in him, he flexed his arm, the dork. Then, Kamimari threw his arm around somebody, and pulled him into frame. You actually gasped.

“Why, the whole word is here, babe! Come overrrr!” Kaminari sang at you, but you weren’t paying any attention to him. Purple-haired-couch-kid was side-eyeing your drunken friend, but when he looked into the camera, he appeared to be amused. He wasn’t as dressed up as he was two weeks ago; he just had on a plane black T-shirt with the same ropey necklaces. The camera didn’t do his likeness any justice. The shadows under his eyes seemed to be much darker, and his skin was straight-up pale. Still, his gorgeous lavender eyes had you captivated. He was all you could see.

Purple-haired-guy’s ivory arm wrapped around Kaminari’s shoulder. He grinned, the whites of his teeth gleaming dangerously at the camera, squeezed Kaminari against him, and the video ended. You were too enamored to even thinking of taking a screenshot and you couldn’t replay the snap.

You cursed and covered your eyes with your pillow. You really were planning on sleeping the rest of the night away—maybe put on some cheesy soaps you could snicker at before zonking out. But now, it seemed, you didn’t have any choice but to go to the party. You had to see him.

A shower and a quick trip to the liquor store later and you were showing up to your friends’ rented domain with a six pack in hand. You entered without knocking. They never had the door locked; it was a constant open-invitation to ‘Denki’s Dank Crib’ as Kaminari wished people would call it.

You were immediately slapped in the face with human musk and you were glad to be wearing something more light: a white, chiffon top over your sunflower skirt with yellow, scrappy heels. It wasn’t everyday that you wanted to dress nicely, but as ridiculous as the concept was, if you did see the purple-haired-couch-kid… you wanted to look nice.

“Hey, you! Glad you could make it!” Strong arms pulled you into Kirishima’s hard chest. He smelled like sweat and old spice. He held you for two seconds too long, going so far as to rest his nose on the top of your head, before you pulled away, offering him a friendly smile. “Your conditioner smells nice!”

“Hah… thanks.” You grimaced.

“Oh, I’m sorry! That was really creepy! I’m sorry!” A slow blush bloomed on Kirishima’s cheeks. “I wasn’t trying to be weird. I might’ve had a few drinks already and I just… uh…”

Lending him a saving grace, you lifted the six pack up. “Care for another?”

“D’aww, you didn’t have to grab beer!” Kirishima grabbed the six pack from you. “I do love this stuff though! Thank you!”

“I couldn’t come here empty handed. It’s the least that I can do after what happened last time.” You started walking towards the kitchen, keeping an eye out for the purple guy or Kaminari.

“What happened last time?”

“You know,” you said while Kirishima cracked open a bottle, “when I had a freak out?”

“Freak out?” He offered you the bottle, but you shook your head. “What do you mean?”

You scanned the kitchen and saw only a few kids you didn’t know and Sero messing around with some frothy, yellow liquid in a beat-up blender. Looking to your right, you saw that there was nobody occupying Kaminari’s old loveseat. It wasn’t like you were expecting to see him there with what—Kaminari on his lap?—but it didn’t hurt to check.

“Like when I screamed and locked myself in the bathroom,” you said. “Then I left without saying goodbye.”

Kirishima’s brows crinkled. “I don’t remember you screaming or anything like that. You did leave a little suddenly, and I was bummed for like a minute, but that’s yesterday’s news. You’re here tonight!”

“Kiri, I was standing right next to you when I threw a fit. You don’t remember? You got me out of the bathroom.”

Kirishima shook his head. “Are you sure that was me?”

You were positive. You were definitely leaning on him, talking about how you didn’t need any boys, and Kirishima was warm like he always was when you touched him. You turned to look back at the couch and then you saw that purple guy bite Yui Kodai! Everyone heard you!

“You’re here!”

Sero zoomed towards you with two large cups of something in-hand. He gave you a bright smile and offered you one of the cups. “As soon as I heard you were heading over, I started making these! Piña coladas!”

“Oh…” you took the drink and gazed into the glass. It was yellow and mushy. Thinking back on your original theory—being drugged—you gave him a tight, closed-mouth grin. “What’s in it?”

“Uhh… Pineapple, coconut rum, and ice?” Seeing the unsure look on your face, Sero hastily added, “the pineapple was close to expiring, but I tasted it, and it’s still fine! Promise.”

“Did you even blend it right?” Kirishima asked, peering into your cup. “It looks like it’s breathing.”

“It’s not my fault our blender is janky!” Sero shot back. “I’m not the one who’s always making weird, keto-friendly protein shakes with, like, kale and shit added in every morning like some sort of psychopath.”

“It’s not crazy to be looking after my body. In fact, you could learn something from me!” Kirishima poked Sero in the ribs. “Skinny.”

“I’m not skinny,” Sero argued, flinching away. He lifted up his shirt to reveal his tight, well-kept abdomen. “I’m lean.” Sero smirked when he caught you staring.

“Alright, well, our girl only deserves the best service, and this ain’t it, chief.” Kirishima reaches to take the atrocity out of your hand, but seeing Sero’s dejected face, you pulled away.

“This is fine,” you promised warily. Beside yourself, you took a sip of Sero’s sloshy creation. You got a big chunk of pineapple in your mouth and chewed the rum out. The parts that weren’t chunks were all watery, like you were drinking straight rum. You forced yourself to smile. “It… tastes good at least.”

Sero was ecstatic. “Lovin’ your look, by the way. Yellow heels look good on you.”

Kirishima rolled his eyes and placed a hand on your back. “C’mon, you don’t have to be nice to him. Lemme make you something good in the kitchen.”

“Oh, wait, Sero. I wanted to apologize to you too!”

Sero raised a brow. “Apologize?”

“Yeah...” You turned your head from Sero to Kirishima, hoping for any sign of recognition. “For freaking out. Screaming. Locking myself in the bathroom. All those good things.”

“Oh,” Sero said. “Yeah, well, you’re forgiven.”

“So you remember!” You beamed.

Sero’s hand went to the back of his neck. “To be honest, I don’t remember a lot about the last party. I think Denki broke a table—“

“You helped him break the table,” Kirishima interjected.

“—aaand someone stole my good bong? That’s it. I’m sorry you had a bad time, though. Hopefully you’ll have more fun tonight! Kaminari bought a karaoke set. It’s got all the shitty songs they’re playing on the radio right now.”

“Where is Denki,” you asked, looking around. Damn it, if nobody remembered you screaming, at least you could count on Kaminari possibly getting the name of the kid who he had his arms around in that video he sent you.

“Off somewhere being a dumbass.” Sero waved his hand absently at the crowd of kids in the living room. “You wanna smoke? I just got a new bong and it hits pretty smoothly. Or maybe you wanna try karaoke? Though you would probably wanna get a couple drinks in before that, huh?”

“Ah, maybe later. I just gotta find Denki.”

“Why?” Kirishima asked suspiciously.

“I just gotta ask him something…” you pulled out your phone and dialed his number. It rang three times before getting to his raunchy voicemail. You scoffed.

“He could be up in his room,” Kirishima suggested.

“With a chick?” Asked Sero, amused. You made a face and Sero quickly corrected himself, saying, “I mean… with a nice lady?”

“Who’s to say.” You took a sip of Sero’s special beverage. It was gross, but you were here, and probably getting a little annoyed. You came out, so you might as well try to enjoy yourself.

“I’m sure he’ll come down eventually. If he really is with a girl, he’ll be down soon, and he’ll be hungry,” said Kirishima. “Hey, I’m gonna be ordering a pizza. Any topping preference? I was gonna get a few and wanted to make sure—oh, hey!! Bakugou!”

Your eyes followed Kirishima’s to see some grouchy-looking blonde kid coming in from the front door. You took advantage of both Sero and Kirishima greeting the guy with high-fives and fist-bumps, and made your way into the dining room where kids were playing a drinking game on a broken table.

You chatted a bit with a few kids you hadn’t met before, a girl whose name you forgot from the biology class you took last semester, and some guy who was so drunk you couldn’t comprehend a single mumble that rolled off his tongue. Nobody seemed to know where Kaminari was. Nobody seemed to have seen any boy with purple hair and an angelic face...

You scooted past three boys who were playing some stupid slapping game and into the living room. You sat down on the couch and checked in on your phone messages. It’s been two hours since Kaminari last texted you to come over. You thought about shooting him a text now, but—

‘Do you realize that all of the air in the room goes out when you walk in?’

You choked on air, as embarrassing as that was, and looked up, expecting to see someone who spoke to you. Nobody was paying you any mind for Kaminari's shitty couch, but you knew you heard that titillating voice, and it wasn’t because you were crazy.

‘Such a pretty little thing to be left all alone at a party. Did you lose your fan club?’

“Actually, I chose to sit here by myself,” you said aloud, minding the few people who actually turned to see you talking to yourself. You shrunk back into the couch and pretended to be taking a video of yourself.

‘Well, I’m sure. It’s a comfortable couch, afterall—better when shared.’

Oh, so this voice was a dirty, little thot. You clicked your tongue and texted Kaminari. ‘Hey, I’m here. Where are you?’

Kaminari(11:02): side yard.

Hopping up, you headed for the sliding patio door.

‘Eager to see your babe, babe?’

“Oh, shut up!” You hissed while walking outside and a girl watching a beer pong game frowned at you. You weren’t sure, you thought that you could hear a chuckle in the very far back-end of your head.

Kaminari was in the side yard, thank god. He was leaning against the house, staring absently at the side gate. He was alone, not on his phone or anything to keep him busy. He was just standing there.

“Hey, Kami!”

Kaminari barely turned his head towards you when he said, “hey...”

“I’ve been looking everywhere for you! What are you doing hiding away in the side yard?”

“‘m just chillin’. Waitin’ for my friend…”

“A friend?” You asked. “Kaminari, are you okay?”

“Of course,” Kaminari said, still staring at the side gate. “I’ve never been better… it’s a nice night…”

You stepped out in front of him. Kaminari didn’t meet your gaze; his yellow eyes were hazy and blank. You waved your hand in front of his face and he didn’t even react.

“Kami…”

“It’s a real nice night,” he repeated dreamily. “I‘m waiting for a friend...”

“What friend, Kami? Who are you waiting for?”

“Uhh… Dunno. He just left…”

“What does he look like?” You asked, growing impatient. Kaminari wasn’t the brightest, but he was never really this slow. There was something wrong with him.

“Hmmm… like the moon…”

“Denki.”

“...”

“I saw you near a kid with purple hair and a lot of jewelry in some of the snaps you sent, Kaminari. Do you know where I might be able to find him? He was at the last party too.”

“Yeah... That’s my friend…”

Thank god, thank god someone else knew who the hell you were talking about. “Do you know where he went?”

“To get a snack…” At that, Kaminari cracked a grin.

Fangs and blood flashed in your mind. You clenched your teeth together. If you remembered correctly, perhaps purple-haired-couch-kid’s idea of a snack wasn’t suitable for this party. You grabbed his wrist. “C’mon, let's go back inside. You need some water.”

But when you turned back to your house, you bumped right into what felt like a brick wall. But it wasn’t a brick wall. This barrier was a person whose ivory skin practically glowed an eerie white under the moonlight. This barrier was a person whose indigo eyes scanned you like a marauder finding his treasure. This barrier was a person whose flushed lips tugged up into a smirk when you shrieked.

Your stomach sank when he laughed at you after you leapt back and against Kaminari’s chest. Kaminari placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, as if he was trying to be reassuring, but his touch was too light and vacant to do much to calm you.

Goosebumps crawled up your skin when you took in couch-kid’s sudden appearance. You were mad at yourself for thinking that even though he was frightening in the dark, his sharp jawline was practically begging to be nibbled on.

Jesus, what the fuck was wrong with you?! You couldn’t be thinking about hooking up with strangers that bite while Denki was high and everyone else was forgetting shit! You shook your head and scowled.

“Sorry about that… didn’t mean to scare you.” Your heart did a little jump at hearing his voice for the first time. At least, you were pretty sure this was the first time you’d heard it. It did sound oddly familiar, but you couldn’t quite place it.

Couch-kid held out his hand. For a second, you thought he was going to shake your hand, but then you saw that he was holding a wrapped cereal bar. Froot Loops. “Here you go, Denki.”

Kaminari’s arm snaked through the opening between your arm and waist to grab the treat. Your body nearly vibrated from being only just a couple inches away from Couch-kid’s finger tips. His arms were nice—white and long, but strong, with a few prominent veins running up them. Did he drink weird, keto-friendly protein shakes with kale and shit added in them like Kirishima? Why did you care?

“Oh man, thanks Shinsou. I was starting to get dizzy,” Kaminari said, unwrapping the sweet treat. You heard him crunching from behind you, and you don’t know why, but you were suddenly very irritated with his presence. You shouldn’t have been. There was obviously something going on with him and you should’ve been wanting to help him out, but then, you really wanted to be alone with Couch-kid. The thought just made you more agitated.

“Not a problem,” Couch-kid—Shinsou—purred. He didn’t look at Kaminari when he spoke; he was eyeing you.

“Shinsou,” you said, pulling at the hem of your skirt. Did he remember you? Did he think you were dumb for staring at him without saying anything for so long back at the last party?

“That’s me.” Shinsou grinned. This time, he took your hand, rather than offering his, and kissed the back of your wrist. You honestly would have swooned if you didn’t see him do the exact same thing to Yui Kodai just a short while ago. Still, his cool lips making contact with your skin made tiny electric currents shoot up from your arm, to your neck. You shuddered. “I don’t think we’ve officially met. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

“The, uh… pleasure’s all mine?” That was what they said in the movies, right? Cheesy soaps, whomst? What a weird thing to say, anyways. Even still, as silly as that old-time greeting was, he could’ve easily said something as ridiculous as, ‘charmed, I’m sure,’ and you still wouldn’t have been able to muster out a bark of laughter like you would with literally anywhere else.

“Denki, didn’t you say you wanted to go sing some karaoke?” Shinsou asked, his eyes still on you.

“I did say that,” Kaminari said, taking another bite out of his cereal bar. “Karaoke sounds nice…” And without any ceremony, he started walking. Sliding past you, he made his way down the side of the house. Just like that?! He was going to leave you with a stranger?

You called, “wait! Kaminari... are you really okay? You were acting a little funky just a minute ago.”

“Mmm, yeah, I’m fine. I just really wanted cereal.” Kaminari wiggled the now empty bar wrapper in the air. “But Shinsou took very good care of me…” That faraway look returned to his eyes when he said, “I’ll catch you later, babe.” With that, he was gone, leaving you alone with a guy who simultaneously made the hair on the back of your neck stand up and your heart melt with a quirk of his brow.

Shinsou’s eyes scanned over you, up from where your hand was bunched up in your skirt, to your torso, your collar bones, your lips, then back down to your neck. Unease settled over you when his eyes finally met yours and you had to quickly look away. You wished that you were anywhere else in the world. You also wished you could think of something, anything, to say to him, but asking about Kodai seemed to be so wrong to you, at the moment, and the last time either of you had interacted, you were about to hop into his lap!

Finally, you mustered, “do you know if he smoked anything? He really wasn’t acting like his usual self. I’m worried something might be wrong…”

“Not to my knowledge. He might’ve had a couple drinks though,” Shinsou said. There was another long pause, and you fought your brain to come up up a normal conversational topic, but Shinsou beat you to to the punch. “Is he your boyfriend?”

“What? No!” You still couldn’t look him in the eye as you answered. You hoped that it was dark enough to be able to hide your flushing face. “He’s really just a friend.”

“He calls you ‘babe’, though.”

“Yeah, well, if you put a skirt on, I’m sure he’d call you babe too.” You shrugged. “He’s just a flirt.”

“You weren’t wearing a skirt at that last party,” Shinsou mused, which gave you a little rush. He remembered you. “And he still called you babe.”

You pressed your lips together to keep from smiling, but your humor rang out in your voice when you asked, “are you interested in him or something? Because I can go get him back for you, if you want. I’m pretty sure he dated a guy our sophomore year.”

Shinsou clicked his tongue, amused. “It’s not him I’m interested in. Not really my type.”

“Right, right,” you laughed, gaining more confidence. “Well, I haven’t seen Kodai here tonight, but I think I have her number saved. Would you like me to give her a ring? It’s the least I can do for you taking care of my poor, dumb not-boyfriend while I was away.”

You reached inside your purse to grab your phone. You really would have called her, but before you could even touch your phone, Shinsou’s fingers were wrapped around your wrist. You almost yelped. Shinsou’s fingers were much cooler than his lips were and it surprised you.

“I knew you were jealous,” he remarked darkly. Immediately, you yanked your arm free, but that only prompted him to grab your wrist from a newer angle. You narrowed in on him, ready to bite—he was someone you didn’t know grabbing you, so obviously you had every right to—but as soon as you gazed into his eyes, you were lost.

His pupils were abyssal; so dark that they appeared white. Looking at him, your body felt cool—numb almost. Beyond any control, your body relaxed which made you lose your tight grip of Sero’s shitty piña colada. You didn’t even care about the cold, sloshy mess splattering over your heels.

Shinsou backed you into the wall, his stare intense, his lips parted and amused. He planted his free hand on your arm and took his time running it up to your shoulder, your neck. The tips of his fingers lightly danced across your jugular, the pad of his thumb slowly running up and down the pulsing vein. He scrutinized you dangerously, daring you to move, to run, to scream for help. Not knowing whether you were scared or aroused, you let him touch you, though ‘let’ didn’t seem like the appropriate word. It was like you had no other choice. He wanted to study you, so he would, and you would not object. So naturally, when Shinsou slid his hand to the nape of your neck, you turned to grant him access to what you knew what he really wanted.

He first pressed his nose up against your skin and inhaled deeply. You shivered as he groaned, “I’ve been waiting for you for too damn long. My sanguine.”

When Shinsou’s lips pressed against your flesh, you melted. Every nerve-ending in your body set aflame; you were no closer to fleeing the scene than you were indulging in the sweet sensation that his kiss had to offer. His cool tongue traveled up your neck, sending waves of jubilant shivers down your spine. His fingers hooked around your shoulder as he deepened the kiss. You felt a tingling sensation warming up between your legs that was only a tiny bit eased when he lodged his knee between you. His hand slid down your back where he pulled you on to him more comfortably; held up by his thigh, his arm, and nothing more.

“Nhhh-“ you tried to object, like you should, like you knew you wanted to, but a carnal urge pulled at the strings of your willpower. Whether he kissed you, or killed you, you wouldn’t be able to deny him his satisfaction. You would give him, Shinsou, a stranger, anything he wanted at any given moment.

But when you heard your name called from inside, the spell was broken.

You tensed. Shinsou’s lips froze against your skin. You felt his hands tighten around you protectively, possessively, and you knew you were in deep shit.

“Kiri,” you whispered despite wanting nothing more than to say another man’s name. Kirishima was looking for you and yet, here you were, in his side yard, with another boy. Perhaps you hadn’t changed as much as you originally thought you had.

“Don’t-!” Shinsou hissed when you tried to pull away. There was urgency in his voice, something unexpected from him. His eyes were desperate and hungry. Terrifying. It felt good knowing that he wanted to keep you, and that thought was more frightening than what you thought was his original intentions. Fingers slid their way to your waist, and Shinsou bowed his head, dipping in to kiss your lips, but before he could, your hand fell on his face.

It wasn’t a slap, no. You literally put your entire ass palm on his face to save yourself from a kiss you actually wanted.

“O-oh god!” You stuttered out. Beyond any responsible control, you shoved his head back. “I’m sorry!”

Finally freed, you bolted a good five feet away from him, back towards the house. Your assaulter gazed at you with surprise, sleepy eyes rounded in a sort of sincere, pitiful way, but you couldn’t let his dejection get to you. You swallowed harshly as you backed away from him and the wall, going against every fiber in your body telling you to stay put, to stay at his side, to let him satiate any and all needs that he had.

The thing is, you would have. Despite not being able to bark out the half-dozen questions you had for him (why do you bite people? Why can’t anybody remember you? Why do I think I can hear your voice in my head? Why the sudden smooches? What the fuck?) you would have stayed with him there, had you not heard your name called a second time.

“Leaving so soon?” Shinsou asked, gaining some composure, though as lax as he tried to make himself seem, there was an imperative note in his tone. “Don’t want to let your fan club down, I guess.” His voice was a shrug. “And here I thought you were going around asking about me.”

That was so excruciatingly embarrassing; being caught showing interest. Did he know how many people you spoke to? You wished you could wither up and blow away right then and there.

You glanced through the glass door to see Kirishima holding his phone up to your ear. A second later, your phone started buzzing. You ignored it.

“I guess I just wanted to know who you were, is all,” you said, a perfectly normal response. That was you: calm, cool, and collected—totally not willing to makeout with extremely hot strangers out of nowhere. “I haven’t seen you around before that last party…” which would be a perfectly fine segue into asking him why he bit Yui Kodai, if only you could will your body to ask!

“So you’re satisfied?”

“Uh-huh!” Not at all. Not at all. But that didn’t stop you from turning back towards the house.

‘Liar.’

Your body went cold. The voice rang too clearly to have been said aloud, but it was definitely his. In. Your. Head.

“What did you say?” You asked, turning back, trying to keep your tone steady. You didn’t know why, but you thought it would be bad if he heard your voice crack or squeak.

“I asked if you were satisfied. We barely got to converse and yet, you’re skittering away after making such a fuss about finding me. Why is that?”

“I’m not skittering away and—hey!” You put your hands on your hips. “You called me a liar just now, didn’t you?”

Shinsou placed his hands in his hips, mocking you. “I said no such thing!”

“Well, no, maybe you didn’t say it with your mouth…”

“What else would I have said it with? My hips?” He smirked. “Are you sure it wasn’t your own conscience calling you out?”

You scoffed. You couldn’t believe he was teasing you!” And what about your conscience?! Do you just go around attacking people’s necks out of nowhere like that as a hobby?!”

“Interesting choice of words,” he chuckled. “No, I wouldn’t say attacking people is a hobby, but more of a necessity. And I don’t usually go for the neck, either. I save that intimacy for victims who are a little more willing…”

‘Really, I wouldn’t want a single drop of you to run down your arms, anyways.’

“Willing?!” You started, incredulous. You pointed a shaking finger at him and continued with, “you really have a thing or two to learn about cons-!”

“Hey!” Kirishima was sliding the door to patio open. “I was looking for you! The pizza’s almost gone, but I saved you a couple slices.” He looked at you and registered the expression on your face. His eyes narrowed as he approached you. “Who are you talking to?”

But when Kirishima looked down the side yard, there was nobody there—just the slushy remains of your piña colada. He bent down to pick the cup up to see you shaken, wordless. “What happened?”

You could only shake your head. Because you didn’t know what happened—you didn’t know anything! Shinsou was there and now he wasn’t, and the more you tried to say anything on the matter, the more the words got stuck at the back of your throat.

“Hey,” Kirishima said, full of concern. He grabbed both of your trembling hands and wound his fingers through yours. That was intimate. Something sweet. Something that was supposed to be reassuring. What in the hell was supposed to be intimate about a guy you barely met narrowing in on your neck like that.

You sighed and allowed your head to fall against Kirishima’s chest. He wrapped his arms around you and held you close while that angry blonde kid, Bakugou, appeared at the doorway, munching on a slice of pizza (probably the last one.) He took one look at you, rolled his eyes, and walked away. Kirishima asked you what happened once more. You said, “I’d just really like to get home.”

“Let me walk with you,” Kirishima whispered. That would be pulling him away from his own party, but he didn’t seem to care about that. The world really needed more Kirishimas.

“Okay.”

Making your way through the house, you saw Kaminari in the living room slurring the lyrics to a lame song, Sero cheering him on while simultaneously recording every word, and Bakugou glaring out the front window. Kirishima quickly told Sero where the two of you were headed which made Sero form a tight line with his mouth. After seeing the stricken expression on your face, Sero seemed to ease up a bit.

Kirishima held your hand while he walked with you. He tried to make light conversation, attempting to get your mind off of whatever happened when you were alone in his side yard, but you couldn’t entertain him with idle chit chat. The entire walk home, you thought you felt somebody’s watchful gaze on you.

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CHAPTER THREE

The overwhelming feeling of a presence beside her engulfed Zoey like a cactus sweater, startling her awake. She felt disoriented when her eyes fluttered open to see the city line through a crack in her curtains instead of a wooded lot behind her Pennsylvania apartment. She glanced down at her side to see Brett, still shirtless, stir beside her and the memory of last night flooded her brain like a tidal wave. Zoey quickly snatched the duvet and pulled it up to her chest to cover herself as Brett stretched, yawning himself awake. He smiled at the sight of her and she began feeling self-conscious. She knew half of her hair had to have fallen out of her pony and wouldn’t be surprised if she had pillow marks on her cheek from smashing her face into it all night while she slept.

“Morning,” he croaked.

“Good morning,” Zoey responded, unsure of what to say. What do you do in situations like these? Was there a ‘morning after’ etiquette? Was she supposed to invite him to stay for breakfast? She was probably thinking too much into it. Brett seemed comfortable, like he knew what he was doing. He reached over to his phone on Zoey’s beside table and read the time, 10:03 AM, and grumbled a breath of surprise.

“Jesus! I didn’t mean to sleep in so late,” He huffed, forcing himself out of bed. Zoey let out an almost inaudible gasp, not expecting to see his penis and almost feeling like she was intruding. He quickly pulled on his jeans, “I’m covering Jamie’s shift this afternoon at the bar. I gotta get home and get a shower.”

Grateful for the excuse, Zoey wrapped the blanket tighter around herself and stumbled over to her closet, grabbing her cheetah print slip dress to throw on. Brett’s eyebrow raised, watching her technique as she struggled to put the dress on without exposing herself.

He chuckled, “You know I’ve seen you naked already, right?”

Zoey blushed, realizing the irony. But that was last night. It’s a new day. “Listen, about last night…” she started.

“It was fun,” Brett wiggled his eyebrows, grabbing his shirt from the floor and crumbling it in his grip, meeting Zoey’s eyes.

“Yeah, it was,” she continued, forcing herself to take her eyes off of his chiseled abs, “but I just want to make sure things won’t be awkward at work.”

“You mean we’re not getting married?” He feigned shock, voice thick with sarcasm. Zoey let out a breath of air and let the side of her lip flick upwards in a lopsided smile as he continued, “No worries. But if you ever want to have fun again…” he wiggled his eyebrows once more, winking.

“Great, thanks,” she rolled her eyes, “Come on, I’ll walk you out.”

While walking, she let her hair out of her ponytail and quickly readjusted it into a quick messy bun as Brett grabbed the rest of his things and followed Zoey out of her room and down the hall. To their surprise, Aurora and Nancy were sitting on the couch, mugs in hand, mid-conversation. Their eyebrows raised, Aurora’s expression leaning more towards shock while Nancy’s was more amused.

“Hubba hubba,” Nancy whistles into her coffee mug.

Zoey’s cheeks burned red from being caught in the middle of a small scale walk of shame. Brett smiled, the gesture clearly going to his head as he put on a show of pulling his shirt on, flexing his muscles. Zoey hid her face in her hands, laughing, before grabbing Brett’s arm and dragging him towards their front door.

“We get it, you’re hot!” Zoey joked, rolling her eyes.

“And never forget it,” he said as she pulled the door open.

Zoey leaned against the doorframe, hesitating for a moment, “You gonna be okay to get home?”

“Yeah, all good. I’ll just get an uber.”

Zoey nodded an okay, but the tension from Brett’s stare made her stomach do somersaults and a smile forced itself on her face. He grinned, biting his bottom lip and looked her up and down in the way that all those douchebags do and it totally worked. She blushed once more and he gave her a light slap on the butt.

“See you at work tomorrow,” he winked, slipping past her and towards the elevator.

“See ya!” she called, sinking back inside and closing the door.

She bit the insides of her cheeks trying to hold back a smile that threatened to stretch across her face. Zoey took a deep breath, giggling softly to herself. Jess was right. It was fun just to let herself do what she wanted without fear of consequence. And she deserved it, too.

Nancy and Aurora’s attention was fixed to the hall and when Zoey entered they began whooping and hollering.

“Look at her smile!” Aurora teased, her mixed French and British accent making her even cuter than she already was. Honestly, how can one person be so beautiful?

“Tell us everything!” Nancy urged, patting the empty space on the couch between them, “Was he big? Was it good? Are you two a thing now?”

Zoey laughed, rubbing the last bit of sleep out of her eyes, “It was...okay.”

“Just okay?” Aurora asked, seeming disappointed by her answer, “Why?”

“I don’t know, I just….I don’t think it was him. I just haven’t been with anyone else since my breakup and my last relationship lasted four years. I think I just forgot how to be single and on the dating scene so I was psyching myself out. I’m just rusty.”

“Do you think you’ll see him again?” Aurora asked, sipping from her mug.

“If you don’t, I will,” Nancy slumped back into her pillows, “Hot Australian men can get it any day of the week and twice on Sundays.”

Aurora put a hand in the air in agreement while Zoey snorted, “I don’t know. We’ll see. Maybe. We’ll definitely need to work on his kissing if I do. It’s questionable at best. I may be rusty, but I know that my face shouldn’t be completely covered in drool that is not my own,” she laughed.

“He was just marking his territory,” Nancy laughed, waving her off.

Zoey suddenly noticed how put-together Aurora looked. She had clearly been freshly bathed, her hair and makeup looked flawless and there wasn’t even a hint of sleepiness in her bright blue eyes like Zoey or Nancy.

“What about you, Rory?” Zoey asked, “How was last night with Harry?”

For a split second, Aurora looked disappointed, like she had almost gotten away with something. She shrugged, “It was good.”

Nancy snorted, “Come on. For weeks you’ve been talking about jumping Harry’s bones. That’s all you have to say? Did you do it? You were here before I even got up. When did you get back?”

Aurora sighed, “I don’t know, I’m confused,” she confessed, “I thought it went well. I thought it went really well, actually.”

“So what’s the problem, then? Why are you confused?” Nancy asked as Zoey listened intently, feeling bad for her new friend’s uncertainty.

Aurora continued, her accent even more profound when she was unsettled, “Harry’s just so hard to read. I couldn’t tell if he was into it or not and he didn’t really say anything after. He had to get up super early to fly back to Florida for his tour, so we only got two hours of sleep before he dropped me off here.”

“Well, did he say anything or kiss you when he dropped you off?” Nancy asked, reaching for some sign of reassurance.

“He just said ‘I’ll text you later’ and kissed me on the cheek,” she groaned, “I keep looking at my phone to see if he’s texted me yet, but nothing.”

“He’s probably just too chicken shit to message you,” Nancy patted her friend’s leg.

“Or he’s still flying,” added Zoey, nodding.

“Exactly. Don’t overthink it.”

The three friends chatted a little longer and decided to go out for brunch. Zoey hurried to her room to finish getting ready, noting that her bed was unmade; something she was incapable of ignoring. Since she was little, the one thing her parents drilled into her brain was ‘Always make your bed’. No matter how horrible her day was, getting into a clean, well-made bed at the end of the day always gave her a sense of refreshment and made her feel like she had her shit together.

She pulled everything off the bed and shook her flat sheet across the length of the full size mattress, followed by her duvet, tucking the light gray edges meticulously into the corner of the bedframe and folding the top back a foot, smoothing it all down. Humming, she made a mental note to call Andy and tell him about last night with Brett. He’d want to know all of the details. Zoey couldn’t help but wish that Jess could be here. She would have been proud of how she allowed herself to be in the moment and finally let herself laugh and have fun for the first time since Jess died.

Zoey finished fluffing the pillows and plopped them at the head of the bed, grabbing her phone off of the nightstand and heading towards her desk to put on a mit of makeup when she noticed the notification on her home screen. ‘1 UNREAD MESSAGE FROM: Harry’. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion for a moment - she didn’t know any Harry’s. Realization hit her like a brick when she remembered exchanging phone numbers with Harry last night. She opened the message to see he had sent it nearly an hour ago, around the time her and Brett woke up. Harry must have messaged Rory, too, and she just didn’t notice.

‘Hey! It’s Harry. I just wanted to check in and make sure you were okay after last night. I’m here if you need to talk. H.’

She grinned, grateful for the text that came in at the perfect time, just as she was thinking about Jess. Her fingers danced across the keyboard on her phone, typing out, ‘Hey! Thanks for checking in. I’m alright. It comes in waves. I really wish she was here to tell her all about last night. I used to tell her everything and I really miss having that. Should probably invest in a diary, huh? Thanks for the party again!’

Zoey put her phone down and reached for her deodorant, but barely a minute passed when her phone lit up with another text from Harry. ‘You’re welcome. Anytime. And it’s hard going from talking to someone everyday and telling them everything to nothing overnight. You seemed like you had a lot of fun yesterday and your boyfriend seemed nice. I bet she’d be happy for you.’

Zoey pursed her lips in agreement to his first statement, but a snort unintentionally slipped out as she continued reading, typing back, ‘Brett’s not my boyfriend. Lol. Just a coworker. I haven’t been with anyone since my last relationship ended months ago so I was just dipping my toes in the water. I’ve been trying not to take life so seriously and just live my life to enjoy the little moments, you know? That’s how Jess always was. But what about you? Have fun last night?’

‘Great words to live by! I had a blast! Thanks for letting me sing yours and Jess’ song with you. That might have to be my new go-to karaoke song now, too.You definitely upstaged me with those dance moves, though.’

‘What can I say? I have a gift. Don’t worry, though. Most people can’t live up to it. You’re not alone.’ Zoey sarcastically responded, chuckling to herself while throwing in a minimal amount of makeup.

When she joined the other two girls in the living room she noticed that Aurora was typing away on her phone and figured she had seen Harry’s texts. Nancy had thrown on a simple black tee and some jean shorts and the three of them loaded up into Rory’s lexus, heading to town for brunch, which was more like lunch by the time they ordered. Still, they all ordered mimosas, different variations of omelettes, and parfaits as a treat.

Zoey occasionally responded to Harry and Brett’s texts, but she mostly kept her phone face down on the table, trying to keep most of her attention on her friends. She enjoyed learning about Nancy’s content creator job and all that it entailed, and listening to Aurora talk about her life growing up in Paris and England, and all of the places she had been to. Their lives seemed so dreamy, and they were kind and humble to boot.

The three roommates decided to do a bit of shopping after eating. Nancy and Aurora respected Zoey’s budget and were able to find her a few cute items of clothing, even surprising her with a pair of beautiful Christian Louboutin heels before deciding to head back home. She really hit the friendship lottery with these two.

But when Zoey was alone in her room trying on the shoes that Aurora and Nancy had gotten her, she realized that she had gone practically all afternoon with the two girls and hadn’t thought about Jess once. A wave of guilt rushed through her and she quickly grabbed her phone to text Harry who had just texted her ten minutes prior about their mutual love for funny animal videos.

‘Ask me why I’m a piece if shit.’ She texted, feeling rocks in her chest from her realization. She had been talking to Harry all day and had gotten to the point where she could talk to him like she would to any friend. He just made her feel comfortable.

‘For starters you’re not a piece of shit. But why do you think you are?’ He responded seconds later.

‘I had so much fun with Nancy and Rory today that I completely forgot about Jess! How fucked up is that?’

‘You didn’t forget her. You were just distracted. There’s nothing to feel guilty about if you don’t think of Jess every waking hour. You didn’t think like that when she was alive, so why feel bad about it now? I’m sure she would be happy that you were making friends. And you found some great ones.’ Harry wrote.

Zoey noticed that throughout the day, the more they texted, the more Harry had been more open and honest with her. He must have felt comfortable talking to her, too. Before she could respond he sent another text that read ‘Especially me. I’m the best of them all.’

She chuckled and typed, ‘Obvi you’re the best. But I just can’t help but think she would see me living out her dreams and making all these great memories with all these amazing people and think I’m replacing her.’

The ting of her text notification sounded as she kicked off her shoes and she opened it to read ‘You’re not giving her memory enough credit. A good friend would be happy to see their best friend living a full and happy life, with or without them. You’re a great friend for caring enough to worry about this, but you’re too hard on yourself.’

Zoey read his text three times, letting his words sink into her chest until the rock feeling disappeared and she felt his words in her bones. He was right. Jess was always unapologetically kind and empathetic. She would never feel betrayed by her finding new friends.

‘Thank you. I needed to hear that.’

‘What are friends for?’

Zoey grinned, palming her phone and strolling out of her room, deciding that she was going to start fixing herself some dinner. Aurora was strewn across the couch, an episode of The Great British Bake Off playing on the tv whale she smiled at her phone, tapping away. Zoey smiled to herself.

“All good with Harry now?” Zoey asked.

Aurora looked up from her phone and she blinked in confusion, “Huh? Oh, no, I’m just talking to a friend. Harry still hasn’t messaged me yet.”

“Oh...sorry,” Zoey stuttered, hesitating before continuing to the kitchen.

Her mind went blank, forgetting what she wanted to prepare to eat. When it came-to, she grabbed all of the ingredients to make bruschetta chicken, greasing the pan and seasoning the chicken before placing it on the hot oil and haphazardly chopping up the tomatoes. Harry had been texting her all day about nonsense. How could he not have texted Aurora yet? Weren’t they seeing each other? Or was Aurora under the wrong impression of their relationship? For Rory’s sake, she hoped that wasn’t the case.

While the chicken finished cooking she responded to a few texts from Brett and her sister, Katie, before preparing her plate and taking it to her room, loading ‘Interview With A Vampire’ on her laptop, one of her favorite movies growing up. Just as she took her first bite, her phone alerted her to another text from Harry.

‘So what are you up to?’ He asked.

She felt guilty getting texts from him when her roommate and new friend was feet away in the other room waiting for him to message her. Zoey thought about not responding and took a few more bites of her food, but her eyes kept wandering down to her phone that just sat there, mocking her. The curiosity burning at her insides. Or maybe it was just the chicken that hadn’t cooled yet. Either way, she snatched up her phone and responded.

‘Just made dinner and am watching a movie. Can I ask you a question?’

She drummed on her thigh, waiting anxiously for a response that came seconds later, ‘uh oh. Nothing good ever follows that question. Yeah, go on.’

‘You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to. But why haven’t you texted Rory yet? This wasn’t a ‘hit and quit’ type thing was it? I’m only asking so I know if Nancy and I should prep her so she’s not let down or doesn’t get her hopes up. I promise I won’t say anything.’

Harry stared at his phone, unsure of how to respond. The truth is, he didn’t know why he hadn’t texted Rory. Honestly, there could have been many reasons. For one, he was pretty busy with rehearsal today, but that excuse couldn’t pan out because he had been talking to Zoey all day. Except that was different - he wasn’t trying to woo or impress Zoy, so he didn’t feel like he had to try as hard to talk to her. Not that Aurora wanted or needed him to try and impress her, it was just an internal strain he had when starting any kind of intimate relationship.

Not to mention Harry wasn’t exactly at his best when Aurora came over last night. It was the first time they kissed, let alone have sex. He only had maybe a thirty minute span to not only figure out how she likes to be kissed, but also how she likes to be touched all while he was still buzzed from the alcohol consumption. It typically wouldn’t bother him in a ‘one night only’ situation, but he took it a little more seriously with the people he was interested in and he couldn’t be too sure of how she felt about it. He was too afraid to ask. Also if she wanted to talk to him so badly, why didn’t she just text him? He shook that thought away before typing out a response.

‘No it wasn’t a hit and quit thing. You want the truth?’

‘No, I want you to lie?? The hell? Lol. Obvi I want the truth.’

He chuckled to himself and wrote, ‘Okay it’s embarrassing so please don’t judge. But my...performance...last night was pretty bad and I’ve been scared to text her because of it.’

He didn’t know why he told Zoey that. There wasn’t a reason she needed to know and he could have just lied, but he felt compelled to confide in her. Zoey had managed to make him feel so comfortable discussing intimate bits of information with her in such a short period of time that it shocked and confused even him. But Harry prided himself on his excellent judge of character and knew she could be trusted. He was sure that this was only the start of a great friendship.

He ran his fingers through his hair and pulled the curtains of his hotel room shut, grabbing his laptop from it’s bag and taking it over to his bed when his phone illuminated the dimly lit room.

‘If that was your bad performance then I’d love to hear her thoughts on what you’d consider a good performance because she seemed awfully impressed with you. Go off, stud! Now shoot her a text!’

He laughed, biting at his lip. The reassurance lifted his spirits and his confidence rose, feeling reasonably giddy.

Zoey heard an excited screech come from the living room and she jumped up, rushing out and colliding with an equally concerned Nancy.

“What happened?” Nancy asked.

Followed by Zoey, “Are you okay?”

“Harry texted me!” Aurora beamed, holding her phone screen up, pointlessly, at them. They were too far away to see anything.

Zoey grinned, glad that Harry listened to her while Nancy rolled her eyes, “I would have been happy for you, but you gave me a heart attack so now I’m incapable. Tell Harry I said he’s paying for my medical expenses,” she trekked back to her room.

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14. Between a friend and another friend

When you are friends for so long, and it has never come across your mind to date one of them. Until one particular guy friend of yours came to offer you a relationship, a new chapter of life like no other before.

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a/n : this has been being slept on in my drafts :”)

You woke up the next morning, and as usual the first thing you did was checking your phone, ignoring the squirming Doyoung beside you poking your hands, seeking for attention. Taeyong hadn't responded to any of your texts, which you made sure that the messages were delivered. Yet he didn't seem to read them. Honestly it would be much better if you were left on read.

Doyoung noticed how you often checked your phone the whole day. Sometimes he felt like dying of curiosity what happens there in your conversation with Taeyong. What kind of messages you sent him. What kind of words you used to persuade him. That day when you took a break in the middle of setting your space and moving some of your stuff to his apartment, he got that chance to peek at your phone when you left it without locking the screen.

As expected, the chat room was dominated by your unread bubble texts. From 'hey, I hope you're doing okay.', 'please just hear me out' until the recent ones that made him curl his brows. 'I'll wait for you in our City Lights.' Then all of a sudden, all the messages had their read notification. Quivering, Doyoung's eyes got wider. There was this strange feeling, which he had to weigh whether it is quite right to be jealous. Especially when a new bubble text appeared saying okay.

He should be happy if finally Taeyong would talk to one of you again, shouldn't he?

You came back, sat down next to the fiancee, took your phone and checked it again. Doyoung had to pretend he was watching TV while he was actually observing you from the corner of his eyes. Your expression didn't change much, which was something beyond his expectation. He simply thought you would get excited and would tell him right away. He started feeling anxious as he kept looking at the clock, and wanted to ask if you're going to see Taeyong on the very that night.

"Are you staying over again tonight?" he asked with his shiny, full of hopes, bunny eyes when he saw you putting your phone away.

"Wasn't going to though. Why?"

"I just thought maybe we could go for noodles, and late night movies. It's weekend after all, please?" Doyoung blinked cutely, making you squint your eyes in disbelief along with a little bit of disgust.

"Only if you promise not to do this," you said, copying the way he blinked, then continued, "Ever. Again."

Doyoung grinned happily. He was relieved to have you in his arms again. Now it was clear that he was the one who was anticipating with joy and excitement living together with you, sharing his life with you and he was ready to shower you with genuine love.

If only he could tell whether you feel the same.

ㅡ It had been several days since you rejected Doyoung's offer to drive you home. Although with a heavy heart, he accepted your excuses not going home together. Starting from girls night out with Sooyoung and other junior high school babes, gossip girls night with Sooyoung and Ten (and still Doyoung can't sit with you guys despite being the same age), reunion with English club, even welcoming some new guys from China who were friends with Ten — and none of them involving Taeyong. It can't be he was imagining things when he 'unintentionally' saw your chat with Taeyong talking about seeing each other, right? Honestly he was dying from curiosity when would you meet Taeyong. Because, it should be a good thing that Taeyong is finally opening up again, right?

"Can't we spend the night together today?" Doyoung activated the puppy eyes. This particular day he spared a long lunch break just to have a meal with you since he can't see you at night. 'Are you going to see Taeyong?' This question had been revolving around his head and was very often almost slipped out of his mouth. But he often reminded himself not to be that boyfriend who questions around.

"No can do today. Sorry," you said, without explaining your excuses anymore.

Doyoung forced a smile. "Going out with Sooyoung again?"

You just nodded.

Sometimes you felt bad for telling a lie to Doyoung. Well, it wasn't completely a lie though, because you did go out with Sooyoung. Then after that you went somewhere else. You had been anticipating this after dozens of unresponded texts, finally Taeyong replied to you. Finally he said yes to see you again.

The 'City Lights' in your text referred to a place where you can see the night view of the city. It was a special place for you and Taeyong. Whenever one of you had problems or when your mind wasn't clear that you became unable to think straight, you and him would go to this place. No need to talk, no need for comforting words. Just being there for each other was enough. Since Taeyong dated Hyemi, he rarely came there. It was just you alone. But it was okay, you thought to yourself. He had to find happiness too, even if it meant you were no longer a part of his life. Of course you would be disappointed, but you would never demand him to stay with you. Especially now things were complicated between you and him. It was understandable that he wouldn't talk to you.

You were waiting for Taeyong patiently. You had some sweets ready, because when it comes to him, what can be better than sweet snack? Both of you knew that better than anyone else. You were munching on some jelly candies when you spotted a slim figure with messy, light brown hair came approaching you. You can't help but silently gasping in relief. You got up to welcome him.

"Hey." Taeyong was the one greeting first. He didn't look very fresh. He was slim already and now he looked even skinnier.

You flashed him your best smile. "Hey. How are you doing?'

"I, uh... I don't know what to say." The straight eyebrows of his and the little frown supported the uncertainty heard from his voice.

"It's okay. You don't have to say anything. You don't have to talk about it, about anything else, if you don't want to. I'm just glad you're here." You sat down again, followed by him beside you. "Thank you for coming."

Taeyong paused to inhale as he scanned the surrounding. "You know, I... I think I..." He sounded hesitant.

"Keep it. It's okay." You offered him the snack which unfortunately he refused.

"No, I think you should know," he firmly stated. "I... Hyemi and I are over."

"Taeyong..." you gasped, reacting faster than you thought, looking obviously apologetic.

"It's okay. Don't blame yourself."

"But still.. I'm sorry."

"Don't be. I am the one at fault. If we were to continue to marriage, it would be unfair for her. I can't spend my entire life with her when my feelings for you are still there, and still strong. Honestly it still hurts whenever I'm reminded of you."

Your eyes started getting teary. You didn't want to repeat this kind of conversation since it never went smooth. "Taeyong, please..."

"I know we have talked about this. Please, I just want to say it." His sharp eyes and his everyone's-favorite eyebrows found yours. "I love you."

"You know I do too." You frowned hard, your jaws clenched, trying your best to keep your tears from falling.

You heard him sighed deeply. "I can't get over why it can't be me. Why does it have to be Doyoung?" he muttered calmly, different from the last time he took it all out on Doyoung.

"Taeyong, I... I understand if you don't want to be my friend anymore. I respect your decision." Your voice became shaky.

"Truthfully, I can't do that." There was a slight sad smirk on his lips. He had turned his eyes to the city lights over the fence before him.

"I'll stay away from your life if I have to," you continued as you started letting out sniffles. You used this opportunity while he was looking away to wipe your tears.

"Actually, please don't. That would be much, much worse and you have no idea. I.. I don't think I can live without you." He looked back at you again. "I think.. I'd rather stay here, watching you living your new life with Doyoung. You know we'll be neighbors, right?"

You didn't answer. You were well aware of that although Doyoung never mentioned it directly. In fact you knew that from Taeyong himself, way before you and Doyoung were a thing. And way before Taeyong and Hyemi became a couple. Basically it was when you were still good friends with him, when he told you how he and his friends promised to purchase a house close to each other someday. When that day came, Taeyong, Johnny and Doyoung were the first ones to choose the apartment where Doyoung lived now.

"I can't wish you happiness. It's still hard for me to deal with you and Doyoung being together. But at least I know you will be around. That would be enough, for me, I guess?"

You went speechless with your eyes getting teary again.

"I'll talk to Doyoung in a bit. Just give me some more time. I promise I'll make it up with him."

You came home to find Doyoung having dinner with your parents. Although it had reached the point when you it wasn't surprising anymore to have him visit your house, you still found it odd when he visits without telling you a word. Particularly when it was this late as the clock showed past 11.

"Honey, why are you so late? I thought you were going out with Doyoung," your mother greeted.

Doyoung silently glanced at you, until both of your eyes met for a second. You diverted your attention to your parents. "I thought I told you I was with Sooyoung and Ten. Ten is going back to Thailand tomorrow," you said as you took off the scarf and coat, hanging them in front of your bedroom door.

"Oh, right. Mark told me that too," Doyoung mumbled, nodding to himself.

Soon you joined your family and the extra member in the living room. Watching TV, munching some mochi, talking about random stuff coming out on TV. Sometimes Doyoung would steal moments not-very-subtly looking at you. You quickly responded to his obvious gesture; you would always turn your head to face him and confronted him asking what or why. A little smile with his lips pursed was the only answer you got. While there were several things running inside his head. One specific thing was the phone call from Jaehyun he received just before he decided to visit your home.

'I think I saw Jooyeon with Taeyong just now.' 'Where? She didn't say anything to me though.' 'I was just around the city. It looks like now they are in good terms.' 'Really? That's a relief then. But... I mean, she would tell me, right?' 'Yeah, I guess? I mean, well, it's been a while since I saw him smiling like that.' 'What do you mean? Smiling like what?' 'Like, you know, like the weight on his shoulder has been lifted. He looked... how do I say it? He looked okay. And genuine, and very content. Also, he looked... carefree like he used to?' 'That sounds great, I guess?' 'Doyoung, you okay?'

Am I okay? After hearing this, and not to mention, I got to see them with my own eyes how they were hugging warmly, with Taeyong's tight embrace like it was going to be the end of the world in any second. Am I okay?

Yes. Doyoung followed you because he couldn't help it. He just had to play it safe and clean so you would never know he followed you like this. He was relieved when he saw Sooyoung and Ten came approaching you at a coffee shop. After silently observing for whole 20 minutes, he decided to go but Sooyoung and Ten leaving you just stopped him. Usually you would stay hanging around longer with your close friends, right? And knowing Ten was going back to his hometown, shouldn't he get a farewell party?

He wanted to call you so bad and ask you where you are. But again he had to stop himself from doing that unless he would love to get some nagging from you. And it wouldn't be a lovey dovey nagging, that was for sure. In the end he called Sooyoung, but her answer was clearly a practiced dialogue; 'we're having gossip girl's night, so many things happen within 24 hours, you know'.

Doyoung cautiously followed you even on foot and stay unseen until he reached a place, which he assumed to be the 'City Lights'. A funny, new, mixed feeling crept up on his stomach to know you and Taeyong had such a special place that you shared for only both of you.

'Will I be that someone special for you too? Can I be the only one you share everything special with?' he wondered, and he was dying to know the answer. But as the future husband, with an odd journey to marriage, can he even ask that question?

Doyoung sat himself on the ground, his palms rubbing his face. He was contemplating to go home, instead of staying there and questioning about his existence in your life. He got up, but he recognized Taeyong's voice talking to you. That guy really came to you finally. He wanted to feel relieved, but it was difficult at this time. He wanted to be happy for you because finally you gained back your friend, but that thought instantly got shattered when his eyes captured the intimacy between you and Taeyong.

Doyoung knew it was not your first time hugging Taeyong. It was just the way he embraced you. Rather than possessive, it was more like Taeyong had been longing the warmth in your arms. It seemed he found security in your arms. It seemed like... he came home.

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