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oraliefathdon4eternalia · 11 months

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Best KOTLC Character Tournament(?) Propaganda

Ahem.

Kenric and Oralie. Oralie and Kenric.

Consider.

At first glance, Kenric was the Council's resident Funny Guy™️ who had a crush on Oralie. Oralie was the pretty pink princess who could make no mistake.

But it turned out there was much more to both of them than met the eye.

Oralie

"Sometimes rebellion is the only course of wisdom." Oralie, Neverseen

In Book 4, Oralie immediately demonstrates that she is not a law-abiding Councillor who doesn't take risks and go outside her area of comfort to do what's right. She gives Sophie Kenric's cache to use as leverage. She makes another totally girlboss appearance later in the book, where she confirms to the Council what she did when she's found out, and supports Sophie throughout the scene.

"It is. I honored Kenric's last request. He feared Sophie would need protection - and he was right." - Oralie, after being asked if giving Sophie the cache was her doing

Oralie then hears Sophie out and fixes Exillium. How cool is that?

Silence followed her outburst, and Sophie braced for a lengthy lecture.

Instead Oralie whispered, "You're right. Exillium was originally created to be a center for alternative learning. I'm not sure how we lost sight of that, but... not anymore. Give me a list of everything they need, and I'll get it - you have my word."

"Just like that?" Sophie asked.

Oralie nodded. "Thank you for opening my eyes. Kenric would be so proud of you."

In Book 5, she again demonstrates that she's cooler than most give her credit for. ("Everyone always underestimates the quiet beauties," or something like that, Mr. Forkle, Neverseen)

Oralie sets up a meeting with Gethen where she and Sophie distract Gethen while Forkle takes a look inside Gethen's brain. Oralie does not respond to Gethen's Kenric-related provocations. Afterward, we watch her trying to figure out Forkle's other identities by asking him questions. ("Thank you for not making me pry that out of you through yes-or-no questions" - Oralie after Forkle gave her a good response) We don't know if she figured them out, but she did say she had some ideas.

"Well," Oralie said, standing and removing a pink-wanded pathfinder from her cape. "Family debates aren't really my area of expertise. But I do hope you won't go too hard on Sophie. She was perfectly safe in my castle. And she was wise to come to me."

-Oralie to Grady and Edaline, who were trying to decide how to punish Sophie after she snuck off to talk to Oralie

Oh, the pain. "Family debates aren't really my area of expertise," said Sophie's biological mother to Sophie's adopted parents. She also makes random motherly gestures throughout the books, which I'm not going into here, but I'm sure you'll remember some of the ones I'm thinking of.

In Book 7, you remember what Fallon said. And how Oralie turned pink. This was final confirmation of the fact that Kenric's "crush" was not one-sided. She gets teary throughout the series whenever Kenric's death is mentioned, but that could've been interpreted as close friendship before. (Speaking of which, remember how she was leaning on her goblin bodyguards like they were the only things holding her up at Kenric's Planting? And her eyes were nothing more than puffy red slits)

In Book 8, Oralie

does Sophie's makeup

flings a powder puff at Bronte and tells him to tough it out for now in the pink room

is revealed to be Sophie's mother. I have a lot of thoughts about this that I'm not able to articulate... Just think about the heartbreaking Sophie-and-Oralie relationship and how Oralie said it seemed like the only way she'd ever be able to have a daughter.

Speaking of Unlocked, the cache memory! Kenric and Oralie would've stepped down to have a family but couldn't because of Oralie's daughter who Kenric knew about and helped Oralie protect!... When Oralie donated her DNA, she probably didn't realize the full consequences. That she would still worry and care about Sophie as much as she would've if she'd raised her. And now she never got to raise her daughter. She only saw her when she was 13 in elvin years (she was 12.5 in human ones, but +9 everybody), and not much again after that. Sophie is all grown up now, and now that she knows, she hates Oralie.

...[A] pucker formed between Oralie's perfect eyebrows. "Is something wrong?" Sophie asked, since forehead puckers were rarely good news.

Oralie shook her head. "Of course not! You just look so..."

"So...?" Sophie prompted.

"It's hard to explain. You've changed since the first day I met you. You're... not a little girl anymore. Which is how it's supposed to be. I just wish..." Oralie bit her lip and looked away. "Never mind. We should get started."

-before she did Sophie's makeup

In Book 9, she is revealed to have a mind map! LOVE stalker Oralie! This was a welcome reveal after the guessing-Forkle's-indentities bit in Book 5. She. Is. Investigating everything on her own! While everyone thinks she's nothing more than pink and sparkles and a fragile Empath! WOO!

Speaking of being a fragile Empath, that's a whole OTHER topic I can't articulate in words that @official-kenralie-fanbase probably has more coherent thoughts about

I'll wrap this up by saying that Oralie is a pink sparkle QUEEN who is smarter and more powerful than most KOTLC characters give her credit for. We don't get characters like her as often as I would like. There's too much "you're either strong or girly" going around imo

Kenric

I said some stuff about him already in the Oralie section, about their relationship and about Kenric's relationship with Sophie. I mean, imagine wanting to retire with your gf so you can have a family and then finding out that your gf has a biological child that's the reason you can't retire. And then treating the child like your own after she comes to the Lost Cities because you know who the child is. But Oralie doesn't know you know.

Kenric. Cares. SO MUCH. I can't think about it without dissolving into a puddle of tears

I know Kenric's not going to win against Elwin and Kesler, but I'm putting out this propaganda just because. Everyone is sleeping on this guy, including Shannon. Giving such a great character 0 page time and killing him off early. Come on! There's not even enough material for an essay about him, so his section is short.

Kenric and Oralie's relationship development after meeting each other (though I still don't believe they necessarily NEEDED to be enemies-to-lovers) >>>>>>

Relationships to think about

Oralie x Kenric

Oralie & Sophie

Oralie & Bronte

Kenric, Oralie, & Bronte

Kenric & Sophie

Oralie vs Alina

#councillor oralie #councillor kenric #kotlc #wow this is over 1k words #insane

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itsclydebitches · 3 years

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I adore talking about this with you, it's so cool to be able to agree, everything I've read is just excusing yen lmao.

And with "geralt would rather do and say things Yen wants to avoid pissing her off" LIKE YEAHH I guess I annoyed yen with my answers and she teleported Geralt out of the tower thing, and then threatened to do it again like??? Like he pissed her off so she has fuck all care about him, was over water thank god but like girl??? omg and her refusing to tell the wticher bros what she was planning on doing to Uma, like I get that they would be hesistent but I mean it's cause it's cruel and painful and they have that trauma around that. She just expects everyone to do what she asks when she asks no questions. (Lambert's "I'm not geralt" when he and Yen are kinda arguring, bb red flags)

I just assumed she didn't believe him cause if she did whats her excuse for behaving how she is lmao??? Like you believe he has amnesia and you still blame HIM over the person who maniplated him KAY.

And goodddd that fucking scene when Triss and Yen see Ciri in Kaer Morhen is genuinely the worst, Triss and Yen see their sis/daughter (not gonna get into how weird I find it that Triss considers Ciri her sister and Geralt is Ciris father and she still wants to fuck him, uncomfy) for the first time in forever, she's alive and well and while Triss is hugging Ciri, Yen kisses Geralt and Triss throws a glare at her. I hated that scene so damn much, it's stupid and shouldn't have been there. (aso I get emotions and all but Yen kissing Geralt is so bitchy, idk even full of gratitude and emotion I wouldn't kiss the man who just dumped me lol, especially not in front of a situation like Triss)

I'm still mad about the women, I really wanted to like them fuck meeee

YOU GOT TO THE PART. Oh thank god, anon, I've wanted to talk about this since we started these conversations lol

Okay, let's set the scene, shall we? You arrive to find that, with our playthroughs anyway, your ex has barged into your home. I say "barged in" because although we (Geralt) know that Yen's help is necessary and she'll be tagging along, the other witchers living there are given no prior warning and, according to Vesemir, Yen teleported in without so much as a "Hello." She then immediately starts ordering everyone around like her servants, failing to explain the situation beyond there being a curse that they have to help with. No, this isn't negotiable. She (still being an ex) takes your old room for herself, which just happens to be the biggest in the keep, and proceeds to toss a bed out the window. It's only later that Vesemir recalls that Triss used to use it, so prior to that everyone apparently just accepted that Yen was destroying their stuff for no understandable reason. Classic Yen. You go upstairs to find her cursing a blue streak at her failed experiment and when you try to lighten the mood, she snaps at you. If you're of the opinion that Yen's every order must be obeyed, this is when you're supposed to drop the conversation entirely, because she said to. Except, funnily enough, you'd like to know why she's up here being The Worst Guest Ever and destroying your property. She tries to justify this by saying that destroying a bed is better than how she could be dealing with her anger over Triss. Be grateful and all that. Except, it's not really about Triss, is it? The line is "You shagged my friend. For upwards of a year. I don't know what your witcher's code says on the matter, but ordinary folk would consider it obscene, base, vile." The blame is not on the woman who knowingly manipulated Geralt into having sex with her while he was vulnerable, it's on Geralt himself! He is the "obscene, base, vile" person for... daring to have amnesia? And when you point that out - "Yen... told you already. I lost my memory" - she yells that she's "lost [her] patience" and teleports you into a lake! This is, apparently, how she really wants to deal with her anger. Not by destroying beds, but by attacking you for things outside of your control. And I do consider it an attack. Yen is meant to be insanely powerful, she is leveraging her magic as a weapon here, particularly when Geralt has spent the whole game commenting on how much he hates portals. Yen knows this. Not just because he says so in her presence, but because she frequently reads his mind, something else he's expressed discomfort with. She's not just demonstrating her power (controlling) and sending him away when he makes a point she doesn't want to acknowledge (immature), she chooses the one thing she knows makes Geralt uncomfortable, perhaps even scared. Then when you've swum your way back to shore and returned to, despite all this, begin her list of chores, she makes a dry comment about how next time she just might drop you high enough for the fall to be fatal. With the next time implied to be, you know, the next time you disagree with her. The next time you dare to do anything other than agree with her every belief and jump at her every command.

The fandom interpretation of all this: "Lol Geralt getting yeeted is so funny. And their banter is just 😍"

Me:

You mentioned red flags and yeah like that ENTIRE SCENE is a crimson banner for me. I mean, by all means, love the fictional ships that are super messed up (I often do), but it astounds me how many fans honestly think this is just a cute interaction with absolutely no problems attached. Nothing to question here, folks. I've mentioned before, but last I discussed this in depth the asker wanted to know if I'd been an asshole to Yen and... that's it. That's the perspective. Any disagreement with her, any pushback, anything that's not complete, blind obedience is something she will not permit AND something most fans take as a given. If you're not doing what Yen tells you to, you're automatically the asshole, and if you're the asshole, you automatically deserve any punishment she chooses to dish out.

Comic spoilers coming up if you want to skip, but this is made abundantly clear in "Curse of Crows." Yen and Geralt are at their best in the moment below, enjoying one another's company on a nice day. Yen asks if Geralt wants to swim and he says nah, he'd rather watch her. She appears to like that idea and, indeed, swims naked while Geralt admires from the shore.

Actually cute right? I really liked this moment! They're cuddled up together and exchanging smiles. It's a rare moment of peace where I can believe that they truly care for one another, outside of passionate sex and not wanting the other dead. Finally, something beyond that incredibly low bar.

...except Yen starts flirting with a young man who shows up, invites him to travel with them, all while refusing to explain why she's interested in his company. The sudden third wheel is clearly bothering Geralt, but Yen continues to ignore his questioning. The answer she finally gives later that night?

She did it purely to mess with Geralt! It's his "just desserts" for "refusing to swim with [her]." She is "not one to be refused - I thought you needed reminding" by giving him "a flick on the nose." When I say that Yen treats Geralt like a dog I mean she literally treats him like a dog. He's a servant who must jump at her every command and if he doesn't, he'll punished for disobedience. He might not even know why he's being punished for a long stretch because Yen enjoys making him think she's a normal person capable of accepting that he doesn't feel like swimming right now - insert the Kaer Morhen scene where she wants to go have sex upstairs, but Geralt wants to catch up with the brothers he hasn't seen in an age here - only to reveal that actually she's made their formerly nice outing uncomfortable because he needs to be put in his place. All of which is followed by, "So... willing to join me now?" The message is very clear! Geralt had better get his ass in that tub unless he wants to be punished some more. Whether he wants a bath right now or not is inconsequential.

This is also the run where she scares the women Geralt was with, despite them being separated right now. Why? "I could."

Claims that Geralt is allowed to return to his companions (who he actually waves away) only for him to realize she's cast a spell to burn him with the water. Yen loves pretending she's okay with things only to punish Geralt for them later - sometimes with physical punishments. And what would have happened if the women had actually joined him again? Do witchers weather hot water better than the average courtesan? Who knows, but Yen clearly doesn't care who might get hurt.

Just like her time in Skellige and at Kaer Morhen, she refuses to explain what's going on. She just expects people to obey her, so-called loved ones included. Geralt was to get her cider, and arrive before her bath went cold, not question what they're doing on this dangerous hunt. He's a servant.

And my favorite, petty moment: transforming her awful inn food into a lavish meal without offering to do the same for either Geralt or Ciri.

"But, Clyde, that's just the comics. They're not really canon." Nah, questions of canon aside, this is 100% Yen's characterization. She's prideful. Immature. Beyond controlling. And punishes anyone who dares to tell her "No." Fans are always pointing out that she's meant to be horrible, she could have been a villain in another life, like any of that explains why I'm supposed to root for this relationship or enjoy her existence outside of being a complex character. Yen is interesting, but she's interesting in a "I can't wait to see her get her own just desserts" way. Not "Wooo now I get to watch this story ignore her behavior again to push a True Love narrative."

She punished Geralt frequently during their first meeting, she punishes him whenever they get together, and, I think, she punished him during the reunion with Ciri. Given our playthroughs, do we really think that after breaking up with her and all this fury over Triss - an anger so deep she destroyed the bed and attacked Geralt - she's just overcome with such joy that she forgets they're not together anymore and forgets the anger she's been nurturing for years? Yen doesn't forget. She's staring at Ciri during that moment, right where Triss is currently running towards them, and then after a considering look at Geralt pulls him in for that kiss. That was calculated. She did that to make a claim she no longer had. To punish them both: make Triss uncomfortable by playing at the "perfect" family reunion; make Geralt uncomfortable by kissing him when she knows he doesn't feel the same way. But of course, the popular reading is that she just loves him so much she couldn't help herself. Riiight.

It's just all SO BAD. (Including, as you say, the ickiness of having Triss lusting after Geralt and referring to Ciri as "little sis.") I love a lot of the women in Witcher - Cerys is a fave, Ciri, Saskia, Philippa, Keira, etc. - but the two I'm supposedly meant to fall in love with are just the worst lol.

Basically:

Half the fandom: TEAM TRISS 🤬

The other half: TEAM YEN🤬

Me: TEAM REGIS 😭

#witcher #mymetas #long post

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kookiesspacebuns · 5 years

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Suite 114 | Pt. 19 |

■ pairing: Jimin x Oc

■ genre: fluff, smut

■ words: 4k

Time passes in the comfort of his arms. Not fast. Not slow. But as it should.

I dozed off almost immediately after we collapsed into my cloud of pillows and blankets, but eventually wake up from the chilled night air wafting across my upper body.

With the help of the soft sound of his breathing, I relax further into the man beside me, curling myself around his frame and draping my leg over his thighs.

With his head turned up and eyes closed in comfortable sleepy silence, I count the beautiful blemishes scattered across the expanse of his neck, committing every detail of them to memory. The photos I used to gawk over online in no way compare to the creamy skin a breaths length in front of me. Fine hair tickles my fingers as they graze over a particular spot that my lips ache to touch.

Jimin's bare chest expands under my arm and I tilt my head up further to watch his mouth open wide to release a loud yawn that vibrates his whole body. Smiling, I pull myself up to press my lips against the patch of skin I’ve been staring at for God knows how long.

My bed creaks as his body twists to mirror mine.

“You’re still awake?” He asks hoarsely, positioning his face closer to mine on the pillow. I feel his soft fingers play with the skin at my waist, pinching and subsequently rubbing as if apologizing to the abused skin. Not that it hurts, if anything it feels extremely relaxing, more so knowing whose hands are doing it.

“I don’t want to sleep right now,” I reply.

He kisses my forehead and drags his lips down my temple to press another into the fullness of my red cheeks.

He giggles and mumbles against my cheek, “When will you stop blushing around me?”

My neck feels ticklish suddenly and my shoulder cringes upwards against him, “Whenever you stop kissing me so much.”

His torso lifts off of the bed, his hands pressed on either side of me to hold his weight above mine, “Oh, so should I stop kissing you then?”

In the most playful way I can, I roll my eyes at his absurdity, “Of course not,” I lift up, aiming for his pouty lips but end up kissing his cheek instead when he turns his head abruptly.

“Uh uh. No more kisses for you,” his own cheeks redden as he smiles down at me and sits back on his knees

“Nooooo,” I whine like the child I am and pounce at him. With more ease and agility than a human should even have, he slips off of the bed in one quick movement, leaving me to face plant into the sheets where his body just was, “Jimin!”

His loud chuckle echoes loudly off of my bedroom walls, “I like when you’re whiny,” falling to his knees gracefully next to the bed, he places his palms on either side of my head and lifts my face to his, “I guess if you need my kisses that bad then….”

I grab the hair at the nape of his neck and pull him into my waiting lips. He smirks and giggles into my mouth at first, but I persist on, swiping my tongue against his full lips to let him know exactly what I want. I know the exact moment the switch in his brain flips, as he grasps my underarms and pulls me off of the bed.

Knowing that I can trust him to catch me, I withhold the yelp in my throat and barrel on with my tongue until his lips part and mine grazes against his in fervor. With my hips now settled in his lap and my knees pressed against the floor, I subtly grind into the hardness I feel growing beneath me.

“This-” he tries to pull away to speak but I tilt my head and press my mouth tighter against his.

I had absolutely no intention of having sex with him again, but feeling him press into my naked bottom spreads fire through my limbs again and I'm weak to resist what my body wants. Even if it just got it's fill not even an hour ago. If I didn't know he was hard and almost beckoning underneath me, I wouldn't dare be as brash as I'm about to be any moment.

Slipping my hand between us, I grab onto his erection and center myself as best as I can before plunging down onto the length of it, taking him to the hilt in one go.

His lips yank away and he presses his forehead against mine, “Fuck, Anna-”

I watch his eyes glass over as he looks down between our gyrating bodies, admiring the way his length disappears and reappears between my folds. My walls clench around him at the pure ecstacy covering his beautiful face. Resting my upper arms on his shoulders, I grab more of his hair and leverage myself so that his face rests against my chest and bounce on his lap as if my life depended on it. And honestly, in this moment it feels exactly that way.

We hold each other close, not one inch of us separated from the other, and ride out our sudden, lust-filled highs.

My eyes are locked onto the popcorn pattern of my ceiling as I cum, the little mountains of paint swirl in my vision until I finally close my eyes and ride the steep wave back down into reality. Into the shaking lap of an orgasming Jimin. His face is indescribable right after he's done. Like nothing could ruin his mood in that moment, not even an asteroid crashing into the room. I just want to stare at the gorgeousness of him for hours with nothing else on my mind besides the many shades of pink blotting his full, agape lips. And the way his eyes flutter, fighting the urge to stay closed and fall asleep.

Falling back, I let my back rest against the edge of my bed and take deep breaths to calm my racing heart. The room smells like pure sex and I kind of like it.

“What are you smiling about?” he asks.

I look down at Jimin through low lidded eyes, “I didn't even realize I was smiling,” I say.

I lift myself up, disconnecting our bodies. The evidence of his orgasm leaks out of me and travels down my thigh as I sit on the edge of the bed. Jimin inhales sharply at the sight of the white, creamy substance staining my skin and now my bed sheets.

Usually I'd grab a blanket or pillow to cover myself up, but I feel completely at ease sitting naked, even under his watchful eyes. It feels natural now.

“I know this is a little late to ask,” he says, grabbing my unstained thigh and rubbing circles into my flesh with his thumb, “But, you're on birth control right?” His dark brown eyes stare up into mine carefully.

“What if I'm not?” I feel bratty and decide to challenge him just for the heck of it.

His bottom lip slips between his teeth and he raises to his knees to wrap his arms around me and settle between my legs, “Then maybe I'd have an excuse to stay.”

I melt.

Like fucking butter in his arms.

I may be reading into his words wrong, but it sounded like he wants me to get pregnant. That's crazy.

My brows furrow in on themselves, contradicting the way my chest vibrates from the pounding within. Confusion must be clear on my face.

“No, Jimin. You're crazy,” I whisper, as if someone were to overhear.

His hair shakes and tickles my chest as he moves his head back and forth. When his chin moves to rest right on my sternum, I search his wide eyes for a clue as to what is going through his mind. Is he just high on post-sex oxytocin or is he serious?

“I am. I know it's probably wrong, but it came out so easily,” he voices, his breath blowing gently up my chest. Goosebumps cover the area it's touched.

“No babies for me right now,” my lips purse. I hope he doesn't see how shy this conversation is making me feel. Not like I haven't thought of little baby Jimin’s before, but I never thought the conversation would actually come up. Especially this soon.

He lowers his face to my belly rolls and places little kisses around my belly button, “Maybe in a few years then.” He says seriously, lips brushing against the fine hairs of my abdomen.

He doesn't see my eyes widen, but I know he feels my figure stiffen a bit because he tilts his head a peaks up at me, “Jimin!” I whine and smack him on the shoulder playfully, “We literally just met!”

“That's never stopped people before,” he says. I feel his mouth upturn against my belly and the slow rumble that makes its way up his frame as he begins to chuckle.

“JIMIN!” I yell and push at his shoulders, to which he falls back, in the most exaggerated display I've ever seen, onto the floor where he grabs his stomach and belts his laughter up into the still air.

All I want to do is throw myself on him and join in with his contagious laughter, but if I sit any longer on my bed I'll never be able to remove the huge stain forming underneath me. Not being able to keep a straight face at his display of outright cuteness, I bite my lip has hard as I can and walk to the bathroom shaking my head. Though, when I see my reflection in the mirror, cheesing smile despite biting the shit out of my lip to control my laughter, I relinquish the hold on my lower lip and let it spill out.

Cleaning myself up takes just a minute with the help of magical wipes, and I'm returning to a half dead Jimin, still on the floor, glaring at the ceiling in no time. Literally glaring, as if they are having the most infuriating conversation. I take a moment and admire his sculpted body in the gleams of moonlight penetrating my bedroom window.

I'll honestly never be attracted to anyone else. It's almost a curse. I'll be utterly ruined if things weren't to work out...nobody else could even compare.

Ignoring the pile of clothes I had on before our little– not so little actually–rendezvous, I pull out a night shirt and throw it on. Realistically, I should shower, but some primal part of me wants to keep whatever is left of him inside of me for as long as possible. Plus, a shower would take away time spent with him before he leaves, which I feel approaching fast.

Silence surrounds us for a bit as I sit on the bed and watch him rise from the floor and pull my sweats back up his legs. Something on my desk catches his attention and he slides across the carpet to inspect whatever it is. His back is facing me, blocking the object that he examines quietly.

“Hmm,” he hums and turns with with his hands clasped around the object of interest, “I don't know how I should feel about this.” His brows quirk as he holds up a purple pen with a tiny figure of Mang breakdancing at the top of it.

I chortle in such an unpretty way at the ridiculous look on his face, “Don't worry, I no longer have eyes for Hoseok. Mang is super adorable though.”

He twirls my favorite pen in his hand and runs it between his thumb and pointer finger vigorously, “So, you had eyes for Hobi?”

My heart jumps into my throat. Shit.

“Oh! Well-I…...Okay,” I sigh and try to collect my thoughts and figure out a way to not make this anymore awkward, “I'm not going to deny that I've never been attracted to the others, but I've always been drawn to you the most. Now more so than ever…. obviously,” I giggle nervously, “Honestly, the rest of the guys are more like brothers now and my view on them is much different now…..”

“Anna.”

I pause mid-thought and look away from his hands, up into his crinkled eyes.

“You don't have to explain, silly. I was trying to be funny,” He drops the pen back into its place on my desk and smiled at me, “Plus I know how alluring Hoseok is, you don't have to pretend you're not attracted to him, everyone is.”

Wait a second.

“What are you saying?” I question him with squinted eyes.

“What do you mean?”

I watch his face turn from one of humor to confusion, “To me it sounds like you find him attractive.” As soon as the words leave my mouth a deep red flourishes his round cheeks.

“Ugh, well-” He turns away and pretends to examine the rest of the clutter covering my desk. No way am I letting this slip away. Jumping up from my spot I step behind him and raise on my tippy toes to rest my chin on his shoulder.

“‘Don't pretend you're not attracted to him’, Jimin,” I chuckle into the curve of his neck and press a kiss to the heated skin there.

I spot his striped shirt laying beside my feet. I pick it up and press it into his hand. He stares at it for a moment before pulling it on. When his face re-emerges I notice that it's still tinged pink but not as much as before. He really is embarrassed by my teasing and deep down, I find immense pleasure from it.

We stand a foots length apart watching each other for a minute in pure silence. I sense the mood switch almost immediately and a feeling of dread burrows it's way into my chest and stomach.

“When are you leaving?” I ask the question suddenly burning at the forefront of my mind.

His hair covers my view of his face as his head drops, “Tomorrow,” he sighs.

“Oh,” I sound, as if I didn't have a gut feeling already, “So, no staying tonight?”

He looks up at that and steps forward to cup my face in his hands.

“I'm afraid not. I'm not even supposed to be here right now,” his lips curve for a split second, “I packed earlier so that I could come see you.”

I smile as well, but it's not as genuine as I'd like it to be.

“When do you have to leave then?” My heart collapses in on itself.

I don't want him to go. Why did I have to fall for someone I can only have in fleeting moments?

“Hours ago.”

His hands leave my face and find my wrists. I'm pulled to the window where he stops to sit. He pulls me down beside him and I turn my body so that we face each other with the glass panel to my left and my legs intertwined with his.

“Do you sit here often?” His eyes are gentle as he loops upon me.

I nod my head, “A lot actually. I like to read whenever I have the chance.”

“Will you sit here whenever I can call you at night?” His hand grabs ahold of my ankle.

“You know that night time for me will be super early morning for you, right?”

“Of course I do.” He responds without hesitation.

“You need to sleep as much as you can”

He sits up straight, “I will, don't worry. I just need to call you even if it's only to hear your voice and tell you goodnight.”

It takes all of the willpower I have not to melt into a puddle of mushy feelings onto the floor. However strong I may be the keep from fainting from such an overwhelming feeling of love, I can't control the few tears that glide down my cheeks and drip onto my shirt.

I'm ridiculous, really. I may seem like a strong, independent woman on the outside, at least I hope that's what others think of me, but the real me is malleable and soft. Even the tiniest things can penetrate my falsely-thick skin.

Do I just accept that some crazy, weird, teenage girl hormonal shit is happening inside of me?

The sound of air being pulled roughly through teeth pierces my tumultuous thoughts.

Jimin has his hand in his hair, keeping the dangly front pieces from hiding his almost flawless forehead. His eyes are watery, but not like mine. He seems to be having an inner struggle with himself, based on the tense set of his usually relaxed lips.

“I'm sorry, Anna. I know this is all…….crazy.” He leans forward to wipe the tears from my face with his thumb on one side and the back of his hand on the other, “You feel it too, don't you?”

Oh, I feel it. But does he really feel the same? The same crushing weight that has me emotionally on edge 24/7.

“Yes,” I murmur, avoiding his eyes out of shyness.

His touch leaves me and we sit in silence for the umpteenth time tonight. Both of us caught up in our own thoughts.

Jimin is the first to move. His form rises from the window seat and ponders over the inspect the few books I have on a shelf beside my bed. He runs his finger across a few spines before speaking, “We won't be back until awards season in December.”

I frown, “That's in three months.”

“Yeah. Then after that we leave again for the second leg of our tour. I know it's a long time, but I promise to keep in touch.” His eyes reveal no emotion as they turn back to me.

I know how long they usually go on tour and knowing them, they will more than likely announce more dates as time passes. Not that it's a bad thing, but now more than before, I worry about his, and the others’, health. And sanity.

And whether what we have will be able to last through just a telephone or computer.

“I know you will,” I say, crossing my legs, “Try and stay healthy though.”

“Of course,” He smiles gently.

A bright light illuminates the opposite side of my bed and a chime follows. Jimin walks around to grab his phone and read what I assume to be a text message. His face is lit by the blue light from the screen and I swear I can see the disappointment in his eyes as he types.

After, turning his phone off and placing it on the bed he, once again, fiddles with his hair, “I have to go now.”

“Oh.”

“My driver is outside.”

I jump up from my seat in false haste. Every nerve in my body wants me to go as slow as I can at seeing him out, but it's going to happen either way. Why put off the pain?

“Um—I’ll get your clothes.”

He nods and I make my way into the bathroom to grab his clothing that I had hung up earlier to dry. As expected, they are still sopping wet, so I bundle them as best as I can in case anything is still dripping.

When I return with the wet clothing in my arms, I display the best apologetic face I have, “I should've offered to dry them downstairs at the laundromat but I wasn't thinking straight.” I place the clothes in his arms.

“Let's make a deal,” he says, pulling the shirt out of the bundle and handing it back to me, “If you let me keep this on,” He grasps at the striped shirt he currently sports, “I'll let you keep this wet shirt.”

“Well that shirt is yours anyways…..” I laugh, taking the shirt.

“I'd actually leave it with you, but I don't want to go back into the rain shirtless. So keep that one.”

“Why do you want me to keep your shirt so bad?” I cock my head to the side and place a hand on my hip, the bratty side showing its face again.

“I like the idea of you in my clothes. My girl, in my clothes.”

“Your girl?” I swallow.

“My girl.” He hums and pulls me into his arms, dropping the clothing onto the floor causing a resounding thump.

Just about the same noise my heart makes.

“So…...are we……” My lips shut as I realize what I'm asking.

“What?” His teeth peek out from behind his lips as he smiles.

“Nevermind,” I shake my head and lay it on his chest.

He runs his hands through my hair and tilts my head up to gaze into my eyes.

“Anna. Will you be my girlfriend?”

“Yes.” I answer, embarrassingly fast.

The eyes I've loved for years look down at me in admiration.

“My first girlfriend,” His smile is so wide and bright, I can almost feel the light illuminating my face.

For a second I'm heartbroken that I can't say the same. I've had boyfriends before, none as serious as this by a long shot. But there's something about 'the first’ and I wish I could share his joy in that.

It all seems insignificant though when his lips touch mine.

•••

The whole night seems like a blur now, as I sit in my window seat, watching the spot where his car just was. I try to ignore the ache taking over my chest, knowing that I will only see him through a screen for the next 3 months at least. At least I will see him in some form or another, I tell myself.

It doesn't work.

I fall onto my bed and mope into the pillow that still smells like his shampoo. Looks like I'm not washing this pillowcase for a while.

Does that make me weird? I think to myself

Maybe I'm just in love.

Right as I'm finally falling asleep, my phone dings.

I open the newly-downloaded app, Snapchat and click Jimin's message. A picture pops up of me asleep against his chest with text that says ‘I have the world's prettiest girlfriend’.

Fuck. How am I going to survive this.

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