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starillusion13 · 1 month

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Stay with me

request: "can you do a yungi x y/n one where they're in college together kinda like a childhood bsf to lovers but poly?"

Pairing: Yunho x reader x Mingi

Genre: Fluff, Friends to lovers, College Au

Warnings: they are caring bestfriends to you, mention of insult/body shaming in public by your family, reader feeling insecure, isolation, hints of skipping meals, childhood love and mention school bully and violence (just few words). Just a cute friendship to love.

W.C: 4.5k

Note: please I want to thanks to people for reading and reblogging. Reviews are always appreciated. Spread love not hate. My first Yungi fic😁.

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"She isn't coming again today..." Yunho said and sat beside his friend. The other glanced at him and looked over at your place beside him where you usually sit.

It's been weeks that you were skipping university classes without any proper reason, just texting them that you are not feeling well or you have some important stuff to do. But not clearly explaining anything — that even you are texting them the next day. They are sick and worried for you as it's normal for your childhood best-friends to be like this.

Whenever they ask you to go to your place, you quickly respond with a negative message that you have somewhere to go or someone to meet.

Nobody knows what's the actual matter with you.

"Do you think we should go over to her place and check on her?" Mingi asked while tapping the pen on the desk.

Yunho nodded before pulling out his phone to check for your message but nothing was there to his disappointment. "I am really worried about her. She has never been like this. I don't know why but after returning from her hometown, she is acting weird."

"Did her parents tell her anything again?" Mingi rested his elbow on the table and leaned to his side.

Yunho made an unsure expression to his question and dropped his shoulders. He shook his head when he remembered the last interaction with you when he met you at the convenience store.

…..

"Y/n, why don't you say no to your parents directly? I'm sure that they won't be denying it."

You sighed and turned towards him before picking up the nearest packet of chips in the basket,"And you think that? You are so wrong, Yuyu. They don't care about my opinions."

"But you can try explaining them. I'm sure they will understand." Yunho placed a milk package in the basket to which you glared at him and he sent you his puppy eyes, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"That's a baby milk product."

"But you are still a baby." He said and held back his laugh.

This was his common teasing with you in every place and anytime you are having any serious conversation with him and whatever, however and whenever you are with him. You would feel relying on him the most. The bestest friend indeed. There’s a continuous warmth radiating from him for which you feel loved and secured. His big frame whenever he engulfs you in a hug, there’s a silent promise to you — that no matter what he would be there for you.

…..

He sighed when he imagined your face – irritated but laughing with him for the last time that day. After that day, you went to your hometown as it was the end of exam season and you didn’t meet your family for a long time. Last break, you were sick and had so many pending projects for several events that you opted for staying back on campus and completing them before it was too late.

It was late afternoon when they both finally had their last class and packed up their bags to leave the university. Anyways, they were not actually planning to stay there though. Mingi texted you a lot of times during the classes but some you ignored and to some, you replied with one word or just some common usual replies.

They both checked the timing and went towards the parking lot. Yunho took out the keys from his jacket’s pocket and Mingi was quick to enter the passenger seat. Both of them were in a hurry. They were eager to meet you. Before starting the engine, Yunho sighed deeply. A look of worry was visible on his face.

“I hope she is fine.”

Mingi nodded and patted his shoulder, “I’m sure, she is.”

…….

“Yah! Min…did you just eat my snacks yesterday?” stomping your feet, you reached the living room and stood in front of said man and glared at him.

He was so into the video game that he didn’t see your anger but just waved his hand and tried to push you aside. You hit his hand and the controller fell from his hold and sulkily he looked at your face.

“I was about to win the game.” He whined and leaned back into the couch.

“And I am about to eat you if you don't give me my snacks back.”

“Which one?” He furrowed his brows and crunched up his nose. “I’m gonna tell Yunho to buy them for you on his way back home.”

“No. Why’ll he buy it? You ate them and it’s your responsibility to buy them. And you know very well which snacks I’m talking about.” You pulled him up and dragged him towards the door, he was whining on his way but you ignored him and gestured to him to hurry up. “Don’t give me faces.” You folded your hands.

“But that store is far away.”

“And you know how to drive.”

……

While driving to your place, they stopped by some places to buy flowers, chocolates, ice cream and your favorite foods. When Yunho took a box of chocolates, he smiled at the thought of your smiling and excited face after receiving it. He puffed his cheeks and grabbed some other things as well.

Similarly, Mingi was smiling all the way when he bought your favorite ice-cream. He knew how you would jump on your feet after seeing it. He couldn't content his own happiness while buying it.

Apart from all these, they still called you to check on you. Yeah, after ignoring a few calls, you finally decided to pick up. The line was silent at first but then they heard shuffle sounds from the other side, Yunho was quick to speak into the call.

“What are you doing, y/n?” His voice was soft yet demanding.

They heard your deep sigh before your voice, “I don’t know.”

“What do you mean by you don’t know?”

“If I was really doing something then I could have told you. I was just laying on my bed and …..thinking.”

Actually, that was the main thing, they wanted to know whether you were at your apartment or not. If they would have asked you directly, then you could have got the hint of them wanting to come over to your place and you would have quickly made up a reason to avoid them.

Why actually were you avoiding them in the first place?

“Okay, then keep laying down and think.”

Yunho glared at Mingi at his weird reply but the latter just blinked at the phone in his hold and at him. They heard your chuckle and a little smile appeared on their faces. Atleast, you laughed— maybe a little.

“Why did you call me? Where are you both?”

“We are–”

Yunho cut Mingi’s answer, “hanging out.”

“Oh…okay. Have fun!” you tried to sound more enthusiastic but they could feel the sadness.

They didn’t drag the conversation because they knew that in a few minutes, they would be at your place and then you couldn’t ignore them or their questions. And this time, they would be surely erasing all your worries and sadness.

Almost after fifteen minutes, you heard your doorbell ring. You groaned at the thought of someone coming to your place at this time and you glared at your bedroom door. You got up from the bed and yawned before stepping in front of the mirror. You made a disgusted face at your reflection and combed your hair with just your fingers.

The bell rang again and you scoffed before mumbling under your breath while making your way towards the main door.

“Let me see whether I look like a human or not or it won't be my fault if you get scared.”

You peeked through the peephole and you were surprised to see your bestfriends standing at your doorstep on the other side. You quickly opened the door and your round eyes were staring at them.

“You both? Here…now?” you asked but slowly moved aside to welcome them inside. Mingi gave you the flowers they bought for you and smiling, you took them. You noticed paper bags in their hand and after closing the door, you followed them to the kitchen when they placed the bags on the kitchen counter. You stood beside Mingi who gave you a bright smile and started taking out the items from the bag. Your eyes were recognizing each little thing was your favorite as if they bought things for a child who was whining for all their favorites.

He grabbed the ice-cream bucket and turned towards you, “This was the last box and I quickly bought it for you. I hope you won't be angry with me again if I ever eat your snacks.” he took the flowers from your hand and tugged them in the vase on the counter top.

“Mingi..” You groaned but quickly took the tub from his hand. You wasted no time and opened the lid. You watched Yunho place some things inside your refrigerator but he approached you with a red box in his hand. You furrowed your brows when he placed it in your free hand.

“Chocolates for my cutie.”

When you noticed the ribbon on top of the box, your eyes went wide, “Don't tell me you went to that store to buy this. This is so expensive.”

“But you are more expensive.” He said and raised a brow at you, challenging.

You laughed at his antics and shook your head, “You both are spoiling me too much.”

“Of course. We love to spoil you.” Mingi said with a smug look.

Your couch had a lot of clothes and books so you asked them to follow you to your bedroom. They both were quick to trail behind like lost puppies but they exchanged looks because they both were hesitant to ask you about the time after returning from your hometown.

Entering your bedroom, they found out that it looked like as if some disaster happened over there. You were never that messy and disorganized. You rolled your eyes at the mess but offered them the free space around the bed.

You scooted towards the headboard and they placed themselves close to you. You offered some chocolates to both of them and you scooped a spoon full of ice cream and put it in your mouth.

“This will always be my favorite.” You offered two separate spoons to them and extended your hand so that they could eat the ice cream. They took small bites.

“So why are you here suddenly? You didn’t even inform me before coming.”

“Because you wouldn’t have allowed us to come here like other days.” Mingi muttered and kept staring at you. Hearing those words from him, you avoided his eyes at any cost and looked down at your lap. You were guilty but also the reasons for which you were avoiding them were running across your mind.

You bit your lip and wanted to disappear from their gazes. But Yunho scooted closer to you. You felt his knees touching yours and his warm hands grabbed your chin to make you look at him.

“Look at me, Y/n. What’s the matter?”

You avoided his gaze but only to make eye contact with Mingi. You closed your eyes and cursed yourself for behaving like this. But no matter how you feel like running away from them, you still want to stay close. You want to hear their soothing voices talking to you. Spend time with them.

“Y/n…” Mingi pronounced your name softly.

You took a deep breath before looking at him and then to Yunho. Your eyes wandered around his face. A perfect, sweet, soft and confident person in front of you. Excellent in every aspect. Good looking, handsome and tall just like Mingi but who is more intimidating than him.

Yunho’s eyes wandered around your face, he was searching for your discomfort, your sadness and what was the reason you were ignoring him and his friend.

“Am I really not good?” You asked him in a hushed voice. Your shaky pupils and lips between your teeth was making him hesitant.

Why was he feeling that? Is he worried or angry? Angry with you? Because you ignored him all these last days?

“Who said that? You are the best.” Mingi rubbed your back and your body shivered under his touch. Yunho cupped your face in his palms and stared at you, urging you to speak more, “Tell us please. Why were you avoiding us?”

“I didn’t avoid you. I was thinking…”

“You think a lot. What were you even thinking?” His thumbs caressed your cheeks, slightly brushing your lips. Your tears were lining your eyes. You didn’t mind crying in front of them, you have cried before since middle school until now, you have cried to both of them but they never judged you.

But his heart was aching to see you like that, so vulnerable in his hold. You held his wrists tightly when he gave you a small smile.

“I’m feeling insecure lately. Don’t feel like doing anything.”

“Why?”

“This break, I went to a family function with my parents and all my other cousins were present there too.”

Both of them nodded and let you continue. You bit your lower lip and stuck it between your lips.

“They pointed out to me how I have gained weight and also I’m just an average student in my university unlike others there. They were all too pretty and all had boyfriends so they called me the ugly one. Maybe, I am really how they see me.”

“No Y/n, you are not. Don’t take those words to heart. Ignore them.”

“But I can’t, Mingi. Those words are hitting me as if I can still hear them telling me those things repeatedly. You know what's worse about this. My mom laughed with them, she was supporting their accusations.”

“I never liked your mom.”

You turned to Yunho when he said that and you raised your brows, “She didn’t like you either. She always thought that you were a bad influence on me. But she just let me be friends with you only because you are rich.” Then again you turned towards Mingi, “About you, she thought you were some sort of rebellious kid like a gangster because she always saw teachers complaining to your parents regarding your fights.”

“It’s your fault. You are the one who threatened me not to tell your mom that those students were disturbing you so when they didn't stop. I knew I had to beat them.” Mingi smiled after recalling those beautiful memories.

He added, “And that’s how we became friends. Remember?” You nodded while remembering those happy days. Yunho was holding your hands in his and Mingi patted your head, “We missed you these days. You were not talking with us.”

“I was searching for a boyfriend.”

“Really?” He asked you and hesitantly looked between Mingi and you, you felt him squeezing your hands. You nodded but sighed again, “Kidding. I was…isolating myself.”

“Why am I like this?” You asked with a whisper.

“But who would ever love to have an ugly girl like me as their girlfriend?”

“Like what sweetie?” Yunho questioned. ”And don’t even question yourself. You are perfect.”

You took a few seconds, collecting your thoughts. Yunho and Mingi wait patiently, Yunho running a soft hand through your hair and with his other one entangling his fingers with you. You inhaled softly and lifted your head up to make eye contact with both of them. Your mind was hazy with lots of thoughts.

“I feel so pathetic. I feel like I can’t ever do anything correctly. Why do I feel like this? I get overwhelmed by little work and this college stuff. I can’t handle the gossip about me and I feel like I fail at everything. It’s just… too much.” A tear slid down your cheeks and Yunho looked at you with eyes that held so many emotions.

He would do absolutely anything for you, if only it meant it would guarantee your happiness. Mingi was the same, he would again beat anyone for you. He would go to any extreme end just to ensure your well being and that you are smiling.

After all, Mingi first fell for you on the day when he first beat a boy who was making fun of you in front of the whole class. You were crying and he had enough, so he punched the guy across his cheek but the way you stared at him after that, even when he was getting scolded from the teacher, that's when he couldn’t help but smile at you and you gave your bright and wide smile.

That smile did something to him.

He fell in love with you. But you both were just kids.

So, you both became best friends.

Yunho was a transfer student who was a shy and quiet one in the beginning. And somehow they both were placed at the same bench, they quickly became friends. He joined the dance club after exactly one year of friendship with Mingi. Yunho was quick to become a social butterfly. He knew everyone around the school, mostly because of his dance club membership.

But there was this one thing. Even though he got compliments from others, he always wanted to hear your comments on his dance moves and if you ever said just a word like ‘good’, he would smile foolishly as if he achieved something. After every performance, he would search for you in the audience and could find you clapping excitedly at him with Mingi beside you.

You didn't know but whenever you were not around both of them their main topic was about you. They used to talk about you with admiration and love towards you. This was the main reason for them to become friends. And they followed you to the same university.

And they still think about you like that everyday.

“Oh Y/n, you’re not pathetic. Not at all. Everyone has different capabilities, and that’s completely fine. You have so many talents, so many amazing people around you who appreciate you. And you are so beautiful. You’re our girl aren’t you? The only one for us.” Yunho looked at you expectantly with an adoration in his eyes.

There was a look of worry on their faces similar to whenever you felt sick and he would rush to your place to take care of you and soon after Mingi comes with medicines and food.

You looked away, not meeting his eyes but Mingi caught your eyes and raised a brow. You quickly replied, “Yes, yes I am.”

His breath hitched when you said those words while staring at him. Both of their hearts felt warm but there was something more, they wanted to say. Something that they think of now is the right time. Maybe…there's also uncertainty in the air.

He beamed with delight. “That’s right baby, you’re our girl, and always will be.” Mingi added to his friend's words, ”We’re here to take care of you. I know things are hard, but I will do whatever I can to make it easier for you.” Your heart aches from the care you’re being shown. You love your bestfriends so much.

You hold so much love and respect for them that you’re not sure how to even contain it. You just feel like exploding with affection. When you again felt like crying on the thought, Mingi pushed a spoon full of ice cream in your mouth, “The ice cream is melting like you.”

“Mingi…” you whined with teary eyes. They both laughed at you when you snatched the tub from him and placed it on your lap.

“Y/n, can I ask you something? Please don’t hate me or him after this. But I really want to tell you this. Can I?” He asked.

“Of course, Yuyu. you can tell me anything.” Mingi wiped your tears and you smiled towards him before turning your whole attention on Yunho. Your eyes eagerly waited for him to say whatever he wanted and he glanced at Mingi who nodded and looked back at you. Yunho again held your hands, squeezed them a little and brought them to his lips. These sweet gestures were common to you from him but you felt so nervous this time. Your heart beat increased with every second.

Is he going to end your friendship after this? Are they tired of your dramatic breakdowns?

“Will you be our girl, Y/n?”

You blinked at him and looked at them confused, “Am I not already?”

Mingi chuckled, “Not that silly. Will you be our girl? Our girlfriend?......Please.” he whispered the last part.

For a moment, you thought that they were joking but when you found them staring at you expectantly, waiting for your answer.

“Are you joking?”

“No…”

You quickly turned around and hugged Mingi, “Please tell me. This is not a joke.”

“It’s not.”

“Then, am I dreaming?”

“No silly, you are not.”

You raised your head from his shoulder, he was still moving his hands up and down your back, “Yunho calls me sweetie and you call me silly. This is not fair.”

And here you go.

Mingi cupped your face in his hand and pressed a soft kiss in the middle of your forehead and smiled dearly at you, “You are my silly girl. My silly…only mine.”

Yunho rolled his eyes, “Don't gatekeeper her to yourself. We agreed to mutual this between us. I said ‘our’ specifically but you are saying only yours.”

You looked between both of them and licked your lips before muttering slowly, “Are you pitying me?”

“Y/n…” Yunho called your name with love and held your hands before shaking his head, “we all are different in our own ways. And you are perfect for us. We have seen the imperfect you…the real you. We have seen the ugly versions of you and also the pretty versions of you. But we loved the unfiltered version. The version which felt like you were mine. You are mine.”

“Why do I feel like you are calling me ugly but in a sweet way?”

“Maybe I am.”

“Yuyu…” You hit his arm and continued, “I will ask Mingi to beat you.”

He scoffed, “He can't because he is too weak.”

The latter laughed when you stuck out a tongue at his friend.

“But……isn’t it wrong for both of you to love me? What will others think?”

“I don’t care about others. Are you uncomfortable with this? Say it, Y/n. Are you?”

You shook your head when Mingi turned your face to him, “We want to hear you. Say it please.”

“No. I’m not. I’m happy……I like both of you.” You muttered under your breath.

“What? I can’t hear you. Did you hear something, Yunho?” Mingi creased his forehead and asked his friend who pulled you on his lap and leaned your back on his chest and held both of your hands in front and rocked you in his hold. “No, Mingi I didn’t hear anything.”

“Yeah. because I didn't say anything.”

They both started laughing loudly when they saw you shyly looking down and Yunho rested his chin on top of your head, “But I love my sweet girl the most.” he placed a kiss and softly confessed, “I love you, Y/n.”

You held his hand and played with his fingers. You felt him nuzzling into your hair when you closed your eyes and smiled, “I love you too, Yunho.”

Mingi scooted closer, sitting in front of you he cupped your face and you quickly looked at his face expectantly when he confessed, “I love my silly girl. I love you so much, Y/n.”

“And I hate my snacks thief. I love you toooooo, Mingi.”

He chuckled and pressed a soft kiss on your forehead and nose, filled with overwhelming love and care.

“Now come on, Y/n. I know you aren’t eating properly these days. So let’s eat the food we bought for you earlier.”

“ I don’t want to eat. I’m not hungry.” You smiled brightly and looked at them with a fake pout.“But thank you for all the love and care. I’m so full with it.”

“Uh uh, don’t give me that look. You’re eating, and that’s the end of this conversation.” He said in a stern voice before standing up. You crawled away from him when Mingi caught you in his arms and stood up holding you bridal style and heading to the kitchen, trailing behind Yunho who was singing your favorite song.

Mingi placed you at the table, letting you watch the other one prepare plates. You were swinging your legs back and forth, already feeling so much better and humming the song with him. Mingi went back into the bedroom and came back with the ice cream tub to put into the fridge and sat next to you. He joked and sometimes said some nonsense to make you laugh and you giggled uncontrollably.

He could see the little you laughing with him in the classroom.

“You are finally mine, Y/n. The girl I adored and loved for all these years. The girl whose smile I love the most is smiling at me and sitting with me not as a friend but as my girlfriend.” He held your hand and kissed your knuckles.

“I’m so happy that my bestfriend is my boyfriend and you are the one who can only annoy me and steal my snacks. Oh wait! You have to buy me more snacks now or I am breaking up with you.” You faked a shocked expression.

“Not sorry to disturb you but she is our girlfriend. My best supporter. Here comes the food.” Yunho swirled on his feet and placed the food dramatically on the table, having the silliest look on his face.

You screeched with laughter. “Yunho, my jealous baby.” He sat across from you and pushed the plates towards you both.

“Oh? Now I’m your baby. Last time I checked it was you who bought baby milk products. ” He grabbed his fork and pointed at you with squinted eyes as if he’s in deep thought. You let out a scoff at his antics and he raises an eyebrow at you, “I didn't. You were annoying me.”

“Oh…okay..now let’s talk less and eat more..”

You excitedly nodded and dug into the food. Their eyes followed your actions and they shared looks between them with little smiles appearing on their faces. They nodded towards each other and started eating the food with you.

And they promised to themselves that no matter what the situation is, they will always stay by your side. They still kept the friendship letter from you which you gave them for the first time during Christmas and they would always fulfill your wish.

‘Stay with me……always.’

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mochikeiji · 4 years

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Since We Were Seven

↠ Pairing: Bokuto Koutarou x Akaashi Keiji

↠ Warning: small mention of death, small angst but fluffy ending

↬ Word Count: 3,040

↣ a/n: hi!! this is a really late entry for the BokuAka week! This was suppose to be in Day 1 but I saw the content late :(( I hope you all enjoy!! Happy @bokuakaweek2020!!

Summary: Keiji has always been fond with light novels as a child (influenced by his lovely mother) often you would see him during his free time drowning in an ocean of black ink in a paper boat in any local library and bookstore. Then there's his childhood friend, Bokuto Koutarou, having to just stare at the coffee in his hand in wonder of an idea that will surely change everything they've had.

⇢ Day 1: Confession/Childhood, Coffe Shop AU

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Nothing says warm summer breeze than kids running around the park getting down and dirty without a care of the world. Some were seen to be catching bugs that surely made some cringe in disgust, some were seen repeatedly sliding down despite the hot surface their bottoms were receiving, and some just getting chased in a lovely game of tag. That is, until someone gets tripped over.

For a certain owl haired child that stood out of the crowd, all he could do was repeatedly receive a volleyball— in a sloppy way, but in his own world laughs at his mistakes and carries on with his little hobby.

"Akaashi! Look, look! I made this cool move, watch." with excitement rising from his, the boy, Keiji, he had called couldn't help but give him all of his attention as young Bokuto tosses the ball in the air with his small hands. Backing up a little in a receiving stance, eyes determined to catch it, only to have the ball land on his head with a loud thump, causing Bokuto to whine at the slight sting and hold his head on the grassy ground.

"Are you okay, Bokuto?" Akaashi blinked, almost unamused at his best friends mistake. This wasn't an old sight to him.

"You could've atleast be a bit more worried to me." Bokuto pouts, finally sitting up with his hands in between his legs as his hair somehow deflated within his mood.

And yet young Akaashi Keiji found that oddly an adorable perk of Bokuto.

"I'm sorry, Bokuto," he offers a small smile as a pause, "It's just that I knew you'd make a mistake, I was just waiting for you to call me if you needed assistance."

The golden eyed child didn't seem impressed with his reasons, pouting even more with the spikes of his hair almost wilting on his head.

"I knew you would get up on your own anyways. I didn't want to underestimate you."

His ears twitched and perks up. Finally out of his own dejected mode, he sprungs up with sparkling eyes, "Akaashi, that's so sweet of you!" laughing loud with his head thrown back without a care of the world staring at him like a mad child. His laughter soon dies down as he stares deeply into gun metal like eyes.

Akaashi swore he stopped breathing at that time of tension.

"But seriously though, I don't mind if its you who runs to help me up! I know you won't be mean to me like other kids," he then glances at the thick white book on the smaller males hands, "I'm just confused why you seem more excited on that book you always read."

Akaashi's mouth opens a bit, unnoticed by the boy infront of him standing out in the light of the sun as he was seated by the shade of the biggest tree in the park. Trying to utter out the words he wished to say, he prevents himself from going any further and just smiles,

"It's a very knowledgeable book I might need, Bokuto."

And that is was when they were seven years old.

Ever since Bokuto was always on his own due to his parents working overseas, Mrs. Akaashi, being a dotting person as Keiji is always took care of him as a child. She thought it would be nice for her son to grow up with someone as a brotherly figure in his life considering it was always just the two of them.

Without hesitation, Bokuto happily allows himself to be raised by the Akaashi family until he was in highschool, already used to living on his own and doing stuff as a proper adult. Even Keiji was surprised to see that he could handle himself so well than he did. Keiji doesn't even know how to cook for both of them.

Finally at his third and final year, Bokuto stared at the other side of the court, almost in hunger— a predator, twirling the ball in his hands expertly. Unlike before when he was a big squishy child. On the sidelines, Akaashi sat on the floor, still intrigued with the book he hasn't yet finished even for years.

The loud swoosh of the ball being tossed up in the air caught his attention away from his book, only to be greeted by a sight he would describe as, "satisfying."

In almost a perfect spiking stance in his eyes, he watches the captains hands fit his entire palm on the balls leather skin. Pupils dilating a bit at the sight of his forearm flexing in instinct, and giving the ball a rough hit that made it smash on the glossy like surfaced floor, almost looking squished by the impact of that and Bokuto's monstrous strength.

Despite having to see him in this state in both practice and matches, Bokuto never once fails to make the black haired male stare in awe at him from a distance unknown to him, but obvious by others.

Exhaling deeply, the captain hooted loudly into the gym air, "HEY, HEY, HEY!" echoing through the males ears, but he smiles and cherishes the sounds and the phrase he has always heard whenever Bokuto was enthusiastic.

"Akaashi! Did you see that? That was a perfect one, ain't it?!" his eyes sparkling like a child during Christmas. One of the lists Akaashi has about Bokuto was a list of, "What Bokuto Does When He's Very Happy" and number three haopens to be, "He will ask for praise."

"I did. It was amazing." even with a poker face, Bokuto has gotten used to Akaashi expressing his emotions with that facial expression. He knows deep inside how genuine the boy is when it comes to words.

And that's what he always loved about him, yet the world prevents him to do so in fear of not being thrown by society, but to be thrown away by the only person who has stuck with my throughout his life when everyone he loved left.

"Hm? You're still reading that book?" his face going from a happy child to a curious one as his eyes focused once more on the book in his hands. It became a habit of his to always notice something in between the males hands. Because of that, he can already describe Akaashi's hands being bigger than his, but softer by the looks of his.

How he longed to hold them.

Not noticing the way Akaashi flinched at the topic, he hides the lower part of his face with the book. To Bokuto, it seemed he was just resuming to the page he marked before talking to him, but to Akaashi, he was hiding his quivering lips and his lightly pink dusted cheeks.

"I haven't finished it, and it's getting to the good part so.." he trails behind, though his tone stayed the same monotone yet honey smooth like sound.

"Alright, alright. I won't mess with ya. But hey, maybe after you read about it, you could tell me what's it all about."

Raising a brow at the captain, "But aren't you fond of books, Bokuto?" he asks, knowing his bestfriend, the captain of the volleyball team is a known enemy to studying. More so, books.

"Yeah, but this book always has your attention since we were kids. It's only natural I listen to my best buddies interest like he does for me!"

Inside Bokuto's mind, he wanted to speak out the words that were punching their way out of his mouth, "I wanted to know how that book made you smile so fondly a lot."

Akaashi on the other hand was touched at his words. But the only thing that rang in his ear like an annoying buzz was the fact that he was labelled, "Best Bud."

But who was he to feel that way?

"I promise, I'll tell you once I finish, Bokuto."

That promise, Akaashi hoped, Bokuto would forget. Because if he still kept asking about it, he knows it'll risk the only thing that made him happy.

Him

A year passed, Akaashi was left alone during his third year. To say it wasn't pleasant was an under statement. He can no longer hear the loud, echoing greets of his best friend in the hallway, he sits alone on the way home in the train when he used to always go with the entire third year batch. Most of all, he was getting lonely during practices. No one was asking him for a toss due to his intimidating presence.

He recalls the time Bokuto was in full uniform infront of his house as usual. Since they walk to school together, Akaashi wanted him to. But he had to point out that he has already graduated.

Being embarrassed, Bokuto dismissed that and offers to walk him to school. He asked why, and his reason just made his day a bit more brighter,

"I didn't want you to be alone."

Now in the present, finally getting a day off from his hectic work schedule. Akaashi finds himself fully relaxed at a cafe, still reading the thick book that was taken with outmost of care during his childhood days.

This time, he was nearing at the end.

"Here's your order, sir! Two cups of coffee with waffles." the lady in the counter chirps in delight at Bokuto. It wasn't everyday you see Black Jackals famous ace order in a small coffee shop away from prying eyes.

"Thank you! This looks wonderful!" he gives a small review with a charming smile that made the lady squeal silently.

After his game against the Alders, he agreed on eating out with Akaashi on his free days since it had been long since the two had hung out after entering the world of growing up.

Akaashi was internally screaming when Bokuto had invited him out. Growing up, Akaashi developed being more expressive. He could be seen to be smiling a lot more than he was as a teenager.

And Bokuto had never cried tears of joy and thanked the heavens for letting an angel down in his life.

But now the ace had never felt more nervous after their first encounter again as grown ups. He couldn't believe Akaashi would be even more prettier than he was before. Meanwhile Akaashi had to hold his breath upon being in Bokuto presence. He was much more broader, taller than he was. And all Akaashi wantes was to hug him tight infront of so much people that day.

Bokuto stood by the side, his mind debating about something as he stares at the two steaming hot beverages and teasingly sweet smelling desserts then back at Akaashi's figure. Even though he had his back turned from Bokuto, he couldn't help but silently gush on how adorable he looks in sweaters.

Suddenly an idea came to his head.

It was now or never.

"Um miss?" he goes back at the kind lady, who was responsive to his call, "Do you mind..Adding something on the waffle? Maybe even the coffee too??"

Akaashi's nose crinckled a bit as the sweet, satisfying and calming aroma hits his nostrils. Not bothering to take his eyes off the book he was about to finish, Bokuto took a seat infront of him with a nervous smile.

"Still not finished with that book are you, Kaashi?" lightly chuckling when Akaashi fumbles as his glasses lightly messes up on his face.

"I-I am now, Bokuto." pushing the bridge of his glasses up, "So far, it was more than knowledgeable than I thought. Mother was right about being inlove with this book." giving himself a tiny smile at the thought of spending the day with his bestfriend, he didn't expect the topic coming from his best friend's mouth almost make him fall back from his chair.

"Speaking of, being inlove, have you met someone these days?" leaning on his hand for support, Bokuto keeps a close eye on the other males expression. Almost wincing when he saw a small blush on his cheeks. The thought of falling inlove with someone hurts him.

"W-well, I haven't been going out a lot due to my papers from work." fiddling at the hem of his sweater, his eyes taking a quick glance at the book that was on its last page with the text formed in bold and slightly bigger, "But I have been inlove with the same person before." whispering under his breath, his hair falling lightly on his forehead for being too long.

To Bokuto, he was losing hope, but growing up with the habit of not being afraid of trying, he still went for his plan. Even though not knowing he might be hurt in the worse case possible.

"I see..Must be a lucky person to catch your attention huh?" After Atsumu told Bokuto he wasn't allowed to be as dejected as he was before, he had mastered the arts of hiding his own sadness behind his eyes as he looks at the swirling cup of coffee.

"I love them. A lot, but.." the pause made Bokuto look up to him in a more focused and serious matter, "I don't think that person will love me." smiling sadly at the book under his gaze, Akaashi could still feel the erratic beating of his heart slowly hurting inside.

"How could nobody love you? You're like an awesome person to be loved!" the ace exclaimed rather loudly, earning a few eyes from the costumers— who luckily doesn't know him to avoid being crowded, and the lady behind the counter who seemed to be watching things unfold between them in anticipation.

Akaashi doesn't fight the blush on his cheeks as he bites the inside of it, he really wishes he could've had more courage into this if it wasn't for his constant over thinking about the outcomes of an unknown future.

"But if that person doesn't love you, Kaashi.." the sound of the cup of coffee sliding on the wooden table across him slowly to avoid spillage, his eyes widened at the creams design.

"I'd still love you."

It was a heart.

Not believing his eyes, he rubs it with the back of his hand, his mouth now opened a little in shock as Bokuto chuckles away the nervousness in his body.

"You're kidding."

"Why would I joke about saying I love you? That's cruel, Kaashi." Bokuto pouts, but for a short moment and offers him a genuine smile, "Would you dare to believe in me, Akaashi Keiji?" he says, in a lowkey flirty way.

The black haired male gulps, his heart unable to rest, but his mind was somehow at ease at that moment, closing his eyes and letting out a sigh, making the male in front of him worry, Akaashi returns the line,

"Would you dare to believe that I too, was inlove with you since we were 7, Bokuto Koutarou?"

Like a volcano, Bokuto's face erupts in different shades of red, his ears lightly steaming from being too flustered. Gaining his composure, he coughes into his fist, carefully grabbing the plate of waffle that was for him, "You tell me."

And next he slides in the waffle to Akaashi, the chocolate syrup drizzled on the plate with the waffle away from it that read,

"I love you since we were 7."

Now it was Akaashi's turn to blush madly at the confession. He could only raise both palms into his face and buries himself into them.

Was he dreaming or was he really living?

To Bokuto, his world finally was at ease knowing he was loved by the person he has been eyeing since he was a child. He was somehow whining at the back of his head how he didn't get to date Akaashi back in highschool so they'd be those couple goals before and what it would've been if he and Akaashi were to lvie together in his lonely house.

Then again, seeing this moment now was like entering the biggest and most awaited match in his life.

"There's no way I can eat or drink this, Bokuto."

"What? Why not!?"

"This is too adorable and heartfelt."

They both share a laugh with eachother. Occasionally bickerking why Akaashi hasn't touched his food, they both carried on a normal conversation despite having each other confess out of the blue. Both were glad that things were still the same, as if they grew up not only as siblings or as friends, but as if they memorized each others lives.

"Hey, now that you've finished your book. Didn't you promise you'd tell me all about it?" he watches as Akaashi finally took a sip of the heart coffee.

Gulping harshly in embarrassment, he taps his closed book nervously, "Why though?" wanting to change the topic, thinking what he might say may be too cheesy for Bokuto's liking.

"Well you always have your attention on the book. I also wanna know how my lover smiles so much about it."

How could you casually say that? He thinks as his face lightly becomes red at the label he was called, "Lover."

With that ringing in his ears for a good hour, he opens the book to the last page, where the bold and sightly big text was written,

"This book was about two lovers who had different worlds, but they grew up together without telling each other how they felt and eventually drifted apart and forgotten each other." he explains to him with a smile, fingers running on the text of his book.

"So why was Mom and you so inlove with that book?" Bokuto grew up calling Keiji's mother his own mom. It wasn't as weird as it sounds, it was warming for Keiji since it felt like they were a family.

"Because in the end, they have gotten together in one place, and said—" Akaashi's smile becomes a loving grin as he shows Bokuto his favorite line in the entire book.

The same line that made his mother and father fall in an endless love even after his death, it was still the most loving line both Mother and Son could hear from their destined lover.

"I've loved you since we were 7."

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damn-behzinga · 5 years

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Hometown

Will's Friend Otis pt 3

Will Lenney Centric

summary- Will goes home to take care of himself but re-lives the worst memories possible

warnings- swearing, my terrible writing, ANXIETY, DEPRESSION, PAST SUICIDE ATTEMPTS.

a/n- I didn't give Will's siblings names bc I don't know them or want to get it wrong aha.

masterlist

Fans were nagging, desperate to know what happened to their favourite YouTuber. They were trying to find answers through everyone. Friends, family, even those who were barely connected to Will. Everyone was tight lipped. Alex had tweeted about it, "Will's not feeling to great at the moment. His next videos are pre recorded so after the last one, he won't be posting until he's better. Don't be a prick, he'll post when he's ready."

Will knew the fans were desperate. His heart broke when he read a message from his friends whilst the taxi made its way to his parents' home.

Stephen Try Hard

Hey mate, I know shit's tough but your tougher. You've dealt with me, this should be a walk in the park. Text me if you need anything.

James Marriott

gonna send you some memes to make you laugh during your recovery. one for every day your gone. xoxoxoxo

[A picture of Jesus Shrek is sent. It makes Will snort with laughter.]

Alex Earns 50k

Can't wait for you to come back, George is annoying on his own :( Get better soon x

Small man George

I'm gonna guess everyone has written hearty messages yeah? Get better soon I guess 💜

Gee

Flat is lonely without you... You're getting better everyday! xxx

I know we're not besties but if you wanted to talk about whatever is going on I'm here ❤

Laurence

What is life without a few challenges along the way? You don't have to face then alone. Everyone has your back, none of us are leaving you to deal with this x

Big Boy Brian

We don't really do heart to hearts but I've got your back whenever you need us

Will paid the driver and collected his stuff. He pulled his suitcase, backpack on his shoulders, a pillow under one armpit, whilst he walked Otis to the front of his childhood home.

His mum quickly ran out and hugged him. "Oh honey I'm so glad you're home!" She beamed despite the circumstances. Will knew so it wasn't to trigger anything. "I missed you so much."

"I missed you too." Will almost cried. His mum shushed him and pulled away. She smiled sweetly before looking down at Otis.

"Now this lovely boy must be Otis!" She bent down and started stroking Otis.

"I bought his dog bed if you don't like him on the sheets." Will rambled. "I also bought my pillow, a little reminder of London. I also bought his bowls and food and toys. I didn't even think about Darcey and-"

"Honey, you're my son; not my house guest. He can sleep on the sheets. How about you unpack and I'll make us some tea?"

Will nodded before taking his stuff up to his room. He opened the door and sighed contently. Nothing had changed. The walls were still a light blue and all his old football posters were plastered on the wall. He placed the dog bed on the floor and let go of Otis so he could explore the room. Will put the pillow on the bed. He immediately started putting his clothes in the wardrobe.

A knock at the door startled him. He turned to see his mum holding Darcey by a lead.

"I figured it'd be best if they'd get introduced." She said. Will nodded and held onto Otis' lead as he walked him over to the bigger dog.

After the dogs got introduced Will's mum explained that his dad was on his way home with Will's siblings. Will had simply nodded, anxious about the inevitable "talk" that was bound to happen.

Will and his mum were watching Eastenders when the rest of their family wondered through the door. Will quickly jumped up and gave them all a hug, before lying to his siblings that he was home for a break. His brother immediately asked about YouTube and all the famous people he's met.

Later, they were all sat around the table for dinner and the conversation was flowing easily. Old memories and silly stories were brought up. Will smiled at how peaceful he was at home. It wasn't until his siblings had left the dining room that it became tense.

"Will, we should talk about what's been going on." His mum had stated quietly, worried that her other children were listening in.

"We want you to talk to us." Will's dad added and it made Will feel physically sick. "We can't have a repeat of what happened when you were sixteen okay?" Will tensed.

"You promised you'd never talk about that again." He spoke through gritted teeth.

"It needs to be spoken about, Will." His dad said.

"This is different." Will stated, anger over taking him. He had made his parents promise to never talk about what happened at age sixteen.

"How do we know it's different?" His dad's voice raised a bit. "How do we know you won't try to take your own life again, Will? How do we know?" His dad yelled.

"Shut up." Will growled.

"How do we know that you won't try to jump off that bridge again? How will we know?" His dad yelled.

"I said shut up!" Will screamed, standing up suddenly. "You said you would never talk about it again!"

Otis bounded into the room and started to try and help his owner calm down by licking his leg and nudging against him. Will was shaking as he leaned down to stroke his dog.

"I'm going to bed." Will sighed. As he walked out the room he saw his siblings all stood outside. He quickly ran upstairs and got a hold of his phone before calling up James.

"Hi, mate, everything alright?"

"Um can I rant quickly?" Will stuttered out.

"Of course."

"I just got into an argument with my dad."

"Oh."

"He brought up what happened when I was sixteen. He yelled it and they heard. My siblings heard!" Will sobbed. "He promised to never to talk about it again."

"Will... what happened when you were sixteen?"

Will froze. He hadn't told any of his friends what happened, he couldn't.

"Will?"

"I tried to kill myself, James." Will whimpered. "I was so close to jumping off that bridge."

"Oh, Will."

Will flinched. "Don't pity me."

"Will are you gonna be okay there? Or do you want to come back?"

"I need to stay, have a break."

"Will putting yourself in a place where you are uncomfortable, is gonna make everything ten times worse. I promise you."

"But I can't be in London."

"Why not?"

"I- I don't know." Will whispered. "I thought this would help, but-"

"Give it a few more days. If you need to come back to London and we'll look after you here. Okay?"

"Alright." Will whispered.

"Hey, I love you, man."

Will swallowed the lump in his throat. "Love you too."

Will hung up and laid on the bed. He stroked Otis lightly when there was a knock at his door.

"Who is it?" He asked. Slowly, his younger brother walked in. "What's up?" He sat up a little bit.

"Why are you home? I want the truth this time." His brother sighed.

"I missed you all, needed a bit of a break." Will said.

"I said the truth, Will. I saw what Alex put on Twitter. I also saw that video online of you having a panic attack." Will quickly sat up. "What's going on Will?"

Will patted a spot on his bed and his brother wondered over and sat next to Will.

"I've got anxiety. And shit's been real tough lately. Gee and Alex and all my other mates told me I needed to take a break." Will spoke quietly.

"What happened when you were sixteen? What was dad talking about?" Will's brother asked. Will felt his eyes water.

"Dad and I were talking about how, when I was sixteen, I tried to kill myself." Will stuttered.

Will was expecting questions or disgust or something bad but instead he was engulfed in a hug.

"I love you. You're my big brother and one of my best friends. Please don't leave me." His brother's voice wobbled.

"I won't. It was a long time ago anyway." Will promised and kissed the top of his brother's head. He wasn't going to kill himself but the intrusive thoughts weren't going to leave.

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dothewrite · 6 years

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crawls in here to wish you well! don't forget to take care of yourself first and foremost, alright? also, can i make a teeny tiny request where iwaizumi, oikawa, kuroo and akiteru (if you write him) react to their s/o acting all fine and dandy even after being neglected for a while and getting stood up on their date and goes "it's fine. i'm used to being neglected/forgotten already so no need to worry" or something along that line? thank you so much! (also i hope this made sense welp)

Forty thousand, five hundred and seventy two years later, I deliver. @naobaes, I am so sorry. So sorry, I tell you. I hope you’re doing alright lately, even if I’ve been dreadful and literally fallen off the face of the earth without a word.

It’s been a while since I’ve written as casually as I used to, so I hope the transition isn’t too weird; it feels a little bit like copying my own writing, only more natural. Anyway, I hope it’s what you wanted to read, and I’m still sorry.

It’s a rainy afternoon—exactlythe type of weather that you feel a little lighter in—and the coffee store isflooded with customers. It’s a small place with average coffee that’s watereddown to conserve resources, so to speak, but there are booths woven out ofmagic and myth in hidden corners, and carpets plucked straight from the cavernsof Agrabah. The one second to the right, squeezed in-between a wide window anda rickety bookshelf, is your usual spot.

Your, plural. You take theempty seat that isn’t yours this afternoon and pull your knees up to yourchest.

Once an uncomfortable crickin your neck alerts you that it’s been a good three hours since you first satdown, three textbooks fanned out on the table, and you’ve only gotten throughthe first chapter of each. It’s not going too well; the pitter patter of rain isdistracting, and the soles of your feet are chilly from the breeze that blowsin with each person that pushes past the glass doors.

[Two minutes], your unlockedphone reads, [two minutes and I’ll bethere].

[I’m really sorry.]

That was five minutes ago,when Iwaizumi, the man who usuallyoccupies the small dent in the leather that you’re tucked into right now, had finallydeigned to reply to your fifteen text messages.

You hadn’t bothered to leave,and calling him wouldn’t make much of a difference if his text tone went otherwiseunnoticed. The read receipts, at least, showed that the app hadn’t been opened.You’re ironically grateful for small mercies.

A particularly violent gustof humid air whooshes into the shop and several patrons gasp audibly as theirpant legs take the brunt of the moisture.

“Shit.” It’s the first thingyou hear before a massive shadow looms over your textbook. Water drips onto thepages in audible plops. “Hey, I got held back by practice and I left my phonein my locker—you’re… sitting in my chair.”

You flip the page. “Yup.”

Iwaizumi’s soaked to theskin, and he climbs into the seat opposite you—your seat—and leans forwards onhis elbows. He’s frowning at you, and you don’t have to look up to picture thestern press of his jaws together whenever there’s something wrong that he can’tfix. “You never sit in my chair.” He cards a hand callously through his soppingfringe. “I’m really, so damn sorry that I forgot.”

“It’s alright,” you tell himwith a smile. It’s a very small one, not to mention it’s directed at the book.Iwaizumi doesn’t buy it.

“Is it? Really? I didn’tthink you would be here still, but it’s just a study date—wait.” He shakes hishead like a dog, and blinks forcefully several times. “That’s not what I meant.It’s not just a study date. I shouldhave remembered. No excuses.”

“I’m really, really fine,Hajime,” you insist. He leans across the small table and tucks two fingersunderneath your chin. You’re barely ready when he pushes your face up, ever sogently, to meet his eyes. “Will you believe me if I look at you properly?”

His fingers curl along thesoftness of your neck, but he doesn’t let go. “I’ll think about it. Like Isaid, you’re never in my seat. So, it’s something big.”

“It’s raining,” you pointout, “and this is the seat further away from all the water.”

Iwaizumi doesn’t blink. It’sthe world’s most heart wrenching interrogation, and you’re weak. “I’m used tobeing left by my own, anyway,” you add. “Don’t think this is the first timethat I’ve been stood up.”

It’s the wrong thing to say.Iwaizumi bristles, his blunt nails scraping the underside of your jawinvoluntarily, and he parks his other hand on top of the desk. His fingerscrumple half of your page, and the crinkling noise blends in with the hubbub inthe background.

“So you know that it feelslike crap,” he states more than asks. “Why are you trying to brush it off?”

“I’m-”

“Either you’re lying,” heinterrupts firmly, “or you think far too little of yourself.”

You feel something hit youin your chest, and you tug your face away from his grip. His knuckles clench inmid-air, but he doesn’t resist. He rests both hands down and leans into yourspace. “Which is it?” He repeats.

“Probably-” Your voicetwists in the middle. “-Probably the latter. I’m really not mad. I promise.Hajime.”

There are a few tenseseconds, and then Iwaizumi deflates. He glances down apologetically at yourmangled textbook and smooths it out with a thumb. “I can’t believe I’m angryfor you.”

You laugh weakly. “That’swhat you’re here for, isn’t it?”

He shoots you a sharp look,but there’s an exasperated edge to his half-frown. “Stop that. You need tovalue yourself more.”

“Very easy for you to say.I’ve sat here for the past three hours, alone. Do you know how many couplescame through that door and ordered about five dozen different skinny low-sweetmocha frappes?”

Iwaizumi snorts. “Do youwant matching drinks?”

“No-”

“Too late.” He’s pushedhimself upright, wallet in hand. He’s smiling, even if he does look a littleangry still. “We’re getting hot drinks, and after that I’m going to drag youaround the city until you forget about the dumb frappes.”

“What about the studying?”You protest. “What was the point?”

Iwaizumi shrugs with a fullgrin. He’s always in a better mood when he’s dragging you away from beingdiligent. It’s a bad habit he’s picked up from Oikawa and has never reallymanaged to break. “Sucks to be you.”

He walks away, chortling tohimself, and you sink back into your seat. Hajime’s seat. Sometimes, you admit,it does suck, but somehow he always manages to spin it right around until it’sbearable enough that you’re comfortable settling into a sofa that doesn’t belong to you, knees tucked up against your chest and waiting for a loved one to bring you a pink, fluffy drink–just to see him smile.

“Who the hell did this toyou before?”

Oikawa’s voiceechoes through your house, and you briefly catch your mom pause in her cookingbefore continuing with a lower fan setting. You look away from the crack inyour door, and stare at Oikawa, unimpressed.

“Why does it matter? You didit to me today.”

His face falls- only for abrief second- before it’s covered by something that resembles indignance. Witha trembling lower lip. You’re not sure if he’s the one upset, or if he’s angryat you not being upset.

Which isn’t completely true.You were upset, and who wouldn’t be?But he should stop taking you for such a petty person. It was only a two hourwait, nothing close to your record time. It’s not a time you’re particularlyproud of.

“I… I’m sorry, alright? Isaid I was sorry. I didn’t mean to oversleep.”

“Our date was for two pm,Tooru,” you say amusedly, “you can’t have overslept for that long.”

“Well- I-” He’s doing thestress-brush thing with his hair. It’s a mix of brushing it and curling theends of his locks around his index finger to make it even bouncier. At thisrate, he’ll look like a hedgehog in no time. “I overslept and- you know I’m notreally good at mornings. I just dothings, and I totally forgot until…” he trails off, an angry flush on hischeeks. He’s really not allowed to be bashful when he’s in the wrong.

“Until what?”

“Until Issei called me…”

“Oh, so you called Issei andnot me?”

If it was possible to getany redder, Oikawa would. “I called you right after, didn’t I?!”

You huff a laugh. “You did,you did.”

“Well, he kind of shouted atme. To get offline. To, uh, get off my ass for my date.”

“And that’s how you foundout that you have a date.”

“…Pretty much.” Oikawalurches onto the bed, arms around either side of you and bore into your soul,searching for any traces of anger. “I’m really sorry. Really. Really, really. Iwon’t do it again, I promise.”

That combined with hiswhine, you roll your eyes at him. “Don’t make promises you’re obviously notgoing to keep.”

Oikawa flinches slightly,and your smirk falls drops off your face. He sits back on his calves, furtheraway from you yet still a good head taller. Your crossed legs are beginning topinch.

“Do you really think that ofme?” He sounds miserable. “Was today really that bad?”

“No,” you murmur. Youuncross your arms and press lightly against the back of his hand. “It wasn’tthat bad. I’m sorry I was mean.”

For a moment, you expect himto brighten up and beam, or at least, pout, but Oikawa doesn’t. His head raisesitself in increments, and his brows are pushed together in a confused frown.

“Why wasn’t it that bad?” Heasks lowly. His voice is serious—his captain voice, the voice he used to askyou out, or to comfort you that one night you ran out to the riverside andrefused to return home. “If it were me, I would’ve felt like shit. You waitedfor two whole hours.”

You press a little harder againsthis hand. “It was just time. Believe me, I’ve waited for longer with less todo.”

“What do you mean by that?”He scowls. “Are you talking about the other times you got stood up?”

You try to shrug as lightlyas you can. “My record was five hours. I was twiddling my thumbs in a shortdress. Really, today wasn’t so bad.”

“Then you should be mad.”Oikawa sounds wounded beyond belief. He flips his hand over in one swift motionand links his fingers through yours. It hurts. “I’m not—I’m not treating youlike a possession or something, but I’m seriously pissed off that someone woulddo that to you. Of all people.”

Now he was just making itfar too easy to take pot-shots.

“Well,” you say softly, andOikawa glances up from underneath his lashes at your tone. “We all makemistakes sometimes, don’t we?”

You can almost see the strainon his soul as he tries not to roll his eyes. Still, his lips are quirked up. “Areyou going soft? You didn’t take that shot at me?”

“I was trying to be nice,dumbass.” You laugh and smack his arm. He yelps. “And I mean it. Sure, I can beinfinitely petty about it and make you carry my bags for a week, but I’m notthat sort of person.” You pause, and Oikawa pushes forwards as if sensingweakness. “Or at least,” you mumble, “I hope I’m not. I try not to be. Dunno ifit works.”

“It works,” he answers youbriskly. Perhaps he notices the way you jerk back at his tone, but his eyessoften, and he clears his throat quietly to rid it of its coarseness. “I mean,you’re still here. You let me in the house. A lot better than what I’d do,probably.”

Your lips curl up into anunwilling smile at that. “Are you still Tooru? Did you take some pill of acuteself-awareness this morning before you left?”

“Oh, shut up,” he grumbles,frowning. “That teaches me to say anything like that ever again.”

“Don’t.” You hope you don’tsound too pleading. “It helps. Thanks.”

Oikawa bobs his head slowlyin a nod, almost as if slightly confused as to what exactly he was noddingabout but agreeing with you has yet to lead him astray. Or—to put itplainly—agreeing with one’s girlfriend is always a great deal safer thandisagreeing with one’s girlfriend. You notice, of course, but you let it gounmentioned with a knowing smile tucked underneath the corners of your lips.

You push yourself up and offthe bed with a hand. Oikawa reaches out for you reflexively, likely to hold youback closer, and you take it with your other hand. His fingers lace throughyours with an ease that comes with daily practice, and you jerk him to his feetbeside you.

“I’m not done, though,” saysOikawa. He squeezes your hand firmly in case you’ve slipped out of theconversation without him noticing. You look up at him, and you’re surprised tosee him a lot more troubled than his words sounded.

“Tooru,” you murmur softly,as if soothing a wounded bird, “it’s really nothing. I gave you a bit of a hardtime over it already, so won’t you call it a draw?”

His frown deepens. “You’rewrong if you think if you think that I’m fine with just ‘not losing’. Thisisn’t something like that.”

“Then what is it?”

“You. Me being an ass, andthen you being too used to assery.”

“I don’t think that’s aword.”

Ah. The ‘captain’ look. Yourstubbornness withers underneath his impassable not-impressed face.

“Okay, okay.” You chew atthe inside of a cheek, feeling pretty guilty. Maybe you do owe him this, andpushing someone’s care away—that’s not something you’d be proud of afterwards,you know that. “I’ll… I need some time. I think my mom’s making dinnerdownstairs, and-” you break off mid-sentence to check his expression, andOikawa looks like he’s suffering through silence. “We can come back up after. Wecan talk then. Is that okay?”

He nods, and slowly meltsback into the whiny kid he’s most comfortable being with you around. “You’llanswer my questions then?”

“Yes.”

“With the truth?”

“Yes.” He rolls his eyes, but you catch him easing into a smile.

“Good.” He’s the one whotugs at your hand this time and you let him. “Let’s go. Thank god you eat fast.”

It’s really not much of asurprise for you to find Akiterunearer to tears than you are. He’s almost always living on the edge—of eitherbeaming or blubbering, and when you can’t stop the tiny laugh that sneaks out,Akiteru immediately looks even more upset.

You hold your hands out,which he takes into his almost immediately.

“Don’t cry, Aki,” you sayfor the fourth time this afternoon. “It’s okay! I’m okay! We’re okay!”

“You keep saying that,” healmost whines. It’s quite a sight, with his red-rimmed eyes and blotchy face,even if he’s as impeccably styled and dressed as usual. It’s like someoneswitched the cool looking man with a kid that’s lost his parents in thesupermarket.

You’d tell him that it wascute, but that would probably make him even more exasperated. Which would makeyou more exasperated. And maybe there’ll be a small combustion in the park onthis uneventful evening and when the cops come they’ll find two bodies facingeach other, wearing suspiciously constipated expressions.

“I—I’m not just, y’know,being like this. Like usual.” He sniffs forcefully and barks out a brief laugh.“I mean, this isn’t post-Titanic tears. It’s serious.”

Still, he manages to pull theserious out of the both of you and you sober up. He’s right, he’s not usuallylike this. There’s a frustration that lingers in the way he grips your palmsthat he’s not talking about—that you haven’t asked about.

“I’m really alright,” yourepeat, this time lower and more earnestly. “You know I’m not the type ofperson to be bothered by this.”

“Aren’t you?” Akiteru, evenwhen holding back tears, still manages to do his looming-over-you thing withouttrying. “Why aren’t you?”

You blink. “Should I be?”

“Yeah. You reallyshould. I know I’m the one always on theverge of tears but you—you’re never upset by things that should upset you. Thatyou have every reason to be upset by.”

“I—what do you want me tosay?” Luckily that doesn’t sound as accusatory as it could have. Akiteru stillkeeps his hands firmly wrapped around yours, and peers at you with that waterygaze. He knows far too much, even if he’s always wearing it on his sleeve.“I’m—I never wanted to be that sort of person who’d get mad at personal spaceand time apart. Is that what you want?”

“No.” He takes the time towrap his tongue around the right words before saying them. “Okay, can I tellyou what I feel? About not making it this afternoon to our date?”

You soften. “Of course youcan.”

He sucks in a deep breathbefore launching right in.

“I felt really bad aboutmissing it. It was terrible because this is our third reschedule, and I know thatyou’re as busy as I am, but you still made it. I’m angry because work keeps oncalling me back on short notice, and I don’t believe that I should sacrificetime with you because my boss is short-sighted. I’m also upset because—becausewe haven’t been able to spend much time together at all lately. It’s beenalmost two months since we’ve had time to sit down and talk, and I care about how you’ve been doing lately.I want to ask, but it’s never the right way if it’s on the phone.

“And do you know what makesme the most upset? Why I’m crying like the idiot I am? Because you’re not—wait,let me rephrase that—because I know you, and I know you’re easily affected byimagining things about other people, and I know that you’re upset, but youwon’t let it show. Because you want to be a good person, you want me not toworry.”

Akiteru stops just longenough to release a hand and reaches up to tug your chin back to face him. Hiseyes are dryer now, and they’re clear enough to bore right through you. “Andwhat really, really hurts me, is that you’ve become too good at it. I don’tknow if it’s because of me, or—”

“—it’s not because of you,”you interject a little desperately. He takes a moment to search your eyes, buthe nods when he believes you.

“Okay, it’s not because ofme. But you shouldn’t need to do that. I don’t want you to do that. I want youto tell me when you’re sad, when you want to be selfish, and when you haven’tseen me in two months, it’s okay to be angry because I missed our date, again.”

When he lets go of yourchin, you turn immediately to stare at your shoes.

“I… was,” you mumble. “Alittle. Upset.”

Above you, Akiteru laughs ina sudden burst. “Okay. That’s good news, because I might not be able to takethe rejection if you said it didn’t matter to you.”

“I’m fine now,” you insist again. “I think it wasjust for ten minutes, or something.”

“Ten minutes is better thannothing.” He blinks guilelessly at you when you open your mouth to saysomething, and it dies before it can escape. “Sometimes caring is not beingscared to be upset because it means something, don’t you think?”

“Since when were you sowise?”

“I’ve always been wise.”You’re rather impressed that he’s managed to say that without exploding into atomato colour. “I just… y’know, am a very emotional wise man. It’s allowed!”

You can’t help but startgiggling, the sound high and almost ridiculous to your ears, but Akiteru simplystands and smiles with your fingers wrapped around his. He wears a proudexpression on his face.

“Well,” you finally manage,“you’re here now.”

Akiteru bends down to pressa soft kiss against your forehead and pulls you against his mildlysalty-tasting sweater. “Yeah. At last. Want to go somewhere this evening? Thiswhole, long evening?”

“Pretend it’s still the afternoon?”

“Yeah,” he laughs. “It’sstill the afternoon, we’re in a park and we can pretend the sun is stillshining. Want to go get some lunch together?”

He pulls back and holds outa hand to you. The faint tear tracks are still clinging to his jawline, and hislips are still a little raw from his chewing on them, but he’s bright.

You take his hand and holdit tightly. When he beams, you can almost feel the warmth radiating.

It starts off as a bit of atrain wreck, you realize.

“It’s fine,” you hearyourself saying. “I’m used to being…”

“Forgotten?” Kuroo supplies. His voice is terse,strung of iron and laid tightly on tracks that keep him controlled.“Neglected?”

There’s suddenly a lot ofphlegm in your throat. “Ah… yeah, that. Those. So, there’s really no need toworry.”

For a long while, Kuroo saysnothing. The muscles in his jaw are working furiously to keep his wordssecurely in his mouth, and you wait uncomfortably in front of him. It feelsawful, like being told off by a teacher who doesn’t look at you much and usesthe word ‘disappointment’ too often.

It normally doesn’t feellike this. Almost never, in fact. But the guilt roots your feet squarely on thebaby blue tiles of an empty corridor leading to where the both of you weresupposed to meet three hours ago. You recalled his face—he was more annoyedthat you’d stayed to wait, rather than happy that he’d still managed to catchyou—and now, well.

He’s not a happy camper, andyou’re uncharacteristically demure, thanks to the irritatingly smug voice inyour head that chants: I told you so.Still, you’re not all lost. There’s still a tangible understanding between thetwo of you, your usual dynamic that fits your two minds like lock-and-key, andit keeps the atmosphere from falling apart by the seams.

You’re sorry, but you’realso shutting down. Kuroo reads that off your body easily. His fingers twitchas they struggle to not grasp your shoulders and shake.

Yeah. You know this wasn’tthe person he fell for. Tough luck for the both of you.

He settles for pinching thebridge of his nose instead. You watch out from the corner of your eye, but you’recareful to keep your face angled away. You’re afraid, of both being sorry, andbeing incapable of being something you don’t have to be sorry for.

“We’re not really sayingmuch, are we?” Kuroo half chuckles. He sounds tired and trying to hide it. “I’mkeeping you here in complete silence.”

“I’m saying a lot in myhead, in case you were curious.” He cracks a brief smile at that, and you catchthe relief that’s still somehow present in the lines of his face. You didn’t expecthim to, well, be something other than mad. “It’s all very noisy,” you add.

“Anything they’d like toshare? Discussion is very much open for business right now.”

“I—” the blasted phlegmagain. You clear your throat awkwardly. “They’re mostly just, um, panicking.”

“Oh?” Kuroo takes a steptowards you, his hands falling to his sides. “Why’s that?”

It would be so easy, foreither of you to reach up and close the distance. You place your hands behindyour back.

“They know why you’re mad,”you answer him below your breath, and he has to stoop lower to catch it. “Theyjust don’t know what to do about it.”

“I’m not mad,” Kuroo protests, but sighs after asecond thought. “Not in the way you’re thinking. I…”

When he stops mid-sentence,you twist your head just a little bit more to watch him anxiously. “You…?”

Kuroo catches your eye fromall the way up there and huffs another laugh. This one sounds more exasperatedthan tired, and he cards his hand through his hair in his fashion whenever he’sstuck on something.

“I suppose I haven’tapologized properly yet. Not without ‘being mad’.” He waggles an eyebrow andyou expend almost half your life force to keep from rolling your eyes. “So, I’mtrying again.”

He steps into your space andpushes out all the distance between you and him. Of all things, it’s his warmthfrom his proximity that pulls your body into responding—you turn to look himfully in the eyes and find them simmering and soft. His lopsided smile beckons.

“I’m sorry that I made youwait this long.” His voice is low and intimate, and it makes you shiver. “I’llmake sure to check my schedule, always, and never to double book again.”

“I know you didn’t do it onpurpose—”

“—Still,” he insists. “And godknows if I ever fuck up as much as I did today, you won’t wait for me. Not thislong. In fact, you shouldn’t wait for anyone for three whole, long-ass hours,unless it’s an emergency.”

“You’re sorry?”

“I’m sorry.”

“Then I’m sorry too.”

Kuroo gives you a long lookbefore making a sound of acknowledgement, very begrudgingly. It was impossiblenot to know what he’s thinking very loudly, but you’re grateful all the samethat he’s not pushing it. When you reach out to twirl your pinky with his in apeace offering, there’s no missing the way his shoulders relax and hisstretched expression slump into a smile.

“What should we do now?” Youwhisper conspiratorially. “It seems we’ve both stuck ourselves in a veryliminal space.”

“What indeed,” Kuroo muses. “Whatdo you your voices tell you? The panicky ones?”

“They’ve started complainingabout how hungry they are.”

“Do they do recommendationstoo?”

“I don’t think so,” you say,grinning. “Lucky for you, I do. I have lotsof opinions about food.”

“Oh, don’t we know it,” hegroans, and pulls you into his side. “Very well, lead on, and maybe I’ll be sofortunate to hear your critique on whether grilled or poached shrimp goes bestwith hollandaise for the seventh time.”

“It makes you well-learned.You love it.”

Kuroo laughs, big bellylaughs, and you can feel it against him. “I love something, yeah, but not sureif it’s that.”

The corridor seems a lotshorter now that the both of you are walking out of it. No longer the endlessexpanse of guilty encounters and unexplained complications, you can tell in theway Kuroo wraps his arm tighter around you when your fingers grip onto his vestalmost for dear life.

You take the first step outof the indoors onto the busy street and before you can decide which directionto go in, Kuroo takes the chance to bob his head down and murmur into your hair.

“You don’t have to sayanything, but I just want you to know that when you feel like you’recomfortable enough to talk about it, or if you need to talk about it, I’llalways be here. I’m not angry, and I never was. I just want you to be happy, andI wish you could see you the way I do. That’s all.”

He lingers there for a fewmore moments, and before he pulls away entirely, you gulp in a breath of freshair for courage, and you turn to catch his lips with yours.

Neither of you know how longyou stand there for, nor are you sure that you aren’t just sweating from youreyes and not willing back tears; but when Kuroo reaches up to cradle the backof your neck for more, all you find yourself caring about is how he’s smiling,and so are you.

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Goblin ❣︎ 도깨비

Kim Shin, an undefeated war general, is ultimately killed by a jealous young king named Wang Yeo. After death, Shin is revived by the gods—but his revival is by no means miraculous. He becomes a 도깨비 (dokkaebi, goblin), and is cursed. He will have to pay for all the lives he took in battle by living alone in immortality, witnessing everyone he's ever loved, die. Remaining lodged in his chest is the very sword that killed him. There is only person who can see that sword, and draw from his heart so that he can finally rest in peace: his bride... whom he's yet to meet.

Things get spoilery under the cut—you've been warned! ;)

Chipper, yeah? Haha so, right off the bat, the premises of Goblin remind me of like, a much more morbid version of the legend of King Arthur. You know, a man draws a sword from stone to prove himself the greatest king in all of Britain? Yeah. Just to be clear: this is a good thing (imo). Like, I personally think this is just such a cool idea for a drama 😍

Let's jump right in. I'm gonna be honest and say that, at first, I felt a little turned off at the female lead, Eun Tak, being nineteen (in the beginning of the show), meanwhile the male lead, Shin, is 900+ years old (but physically looks to be in his thirties). It just... rubbed me weird. But hey, the Twilight series (both the books and the movies) is exactly the same—high school girl, century-old man, bananas yet somehow romantic storyline... And I loved me some Twilight as a young adult. So I mean, I have no right to judge, really. Plus, Eun Tak soon turns twenty anyway. So that's an improvement I guess 🤷🏻‍♀️ We follow her character into her late twenties, nearly thirty. So things are definitely fine by then haha! 👍

Don't let that previous bit make you think I didn't enjoy Goblin—I LOVED it. That detail is just a lil funky to me, is all. Back during my Twilight obsession days, I was nearly twenty myself, and the thought of being pursued by an older man was exciting. Hell, I mean, it still is! But now that I'm two years shy of my 30th Birthday, I feel differently sometimes. I think, LAWD get that girl away from that man, she too young for him LOL. I am definitely getting old... Enough about Twilight now, apologies! I'm only using it for the sake of conveying similarities seen in Goblin 🙏 Let's talk cast!

Kim Go Eun as Ji Eun Tak and Gong Yoo as Kim Shin

Eun Tak is a bubbly young woman with limitless energy! While still in her mother's womb, Mama Ji was involved in a hit-and-run incident which, sadly, took her life. During Mama Ji's dying moments, she prayed to anyone above that her child's life be spared. Sat on a rooftop from afar, beer in hand (lol), Shin hears her prayers, as he is a god of sorts. He appears before Mama Ji, and shows mercy to her unborn baby. Eun Tak grows up with the ability to see/speak to ghosts. Said ghosts tell her constantly that she is the goblin's bride. How do they know? A strange birthmark on the back of Eun Tak's neck tips them off. Eun Tak unfortunately was taken in by her abusive bitch of an aunt, who jabs Eun Tak every chance she gets. Her cousins are assholes. Eun Tak's aunt really only keeps her around in hopes of collecting Mama Ji's savings (intended for Eun Tak) one day. Sad, right? I mean, isn't Eun Tak being born without her mother enough as it is? Life can be so cruel 😔

Lee Dong Wook as Grim Reaper/Reaper/Wang Yeo

This is Grim Reaper (or Reaper for short), portrayed by the handsome Lee Dong Wook. His character is just this strange, not at all tech-savvy man with a constant deadpan facial expression. Said facial expression provokes so many giggles during funny moments, and drives home the longing and desperation during sad times. We learn quite a ways in that he, in his previous life (again, just in case: spoiler), was Wang Yeo G A S P ! The young king that is essentially responsible for Shin's death, as well as all the misdeeds that were done to Shin's family. Again, this is something I don't want to spoil. Well, more, anyway 😆 You gotta see it!

Yoo In Na as Kim Sun/Sunny

Kim Sun, or simply, Sunny (she loves to spell her name for people lol, S-U-N-N-Y!) is the second female lead. Yoo In Na is so gorgeous that one look at her makes you feel like such a potato hahhah. 🥔 This fact about her beauty bleeds over into the show itself—every time another character meets Sunny, the camera does this slow motion pan into her lmao. She really is that pretty! Sunny's personality comes across so odd at first... Having watched all of the episodes now, I feel the intention of Goblin's creators was to make her seem like a soul searching for something it has lost in a previous life. idk if that makes sense, but yeah. She has this way about her, like she's disconnected from others, and is sifting through the haziness to find this thing she feels she's lost.

Yook Sungjae (my BtoB bias 😍) as Yoo Deok Hwa

Sungjaeeee ahhhh 💘💘💘 I had to gush, sorry! Hehe. Meet Deok Hwa: unofficial nephew of Shin. Deok Hwa is a third-generation chaebol (heir to a family-owned corporation) and spoiled man-child, always seeking his credit card hahaha 🤣 But I love him so much. Between Gong Yoo, Lee Dong Wook, and BtoB Sungjae? Man, I'm dying over here! Deok Hwa's true identity is revealed later in the show, which if you haven't seen it yet, I won't spoil it. Just watch. But his ending sucked. Like where did he go? Everyone else's endings got tied up neatly except for his. What gives, man? 🤔 Edit: I was actually reading an online conversation about what happened to Deok Hwa online—someone jokingly said he was reincarnated as BtoB Sungjae LOL 💯

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AMAZING OST 😍😍😍

Good pace, episodes drag at times. A little confusing in the beginning, but you get there eventually. Maybe this is just me though, viewers who are a little more keen than I will likely catch on sooner ;) My mom was a little confused as well, and actually said at one point, "This should be called the 'what-the-hell-is-going-on' show," hahaha. Like I said though, we quickly moved on from this, and loved all the things. There are actually, I think, three (?) specials that were made to aid viewers in making sure they understand the complex events and relationships clearly. I haven't watched them yet, but want to!

Quite repetitive tbh, as there are unnecessary flashbacks often. Probably for two reasons: the obvious of reminding you what's what, but also to create suspense. Typical duration of most tvN dramas seems to be about 16 episodes, so it's possible these flashbacks and things are, for lack of a better word, filler. I don't know how rigid or lax tvN is about having a drama set at 16 eps, but I get the idea this is their preference. Seeing as so many of their programs on average last that long, I feel this must be what they want. Such has the potential to affect the writing, either positively or negatively.

A continuation of the previous bullet: I think Goblin's creators oversimplified the plot at times. I'm unsure if this is due to possible pressures to meet a specific requirement(s), or what. I'd rather forgo ALL restrictions and let creativity flow, let the story be told without pressure to fill a specific amount of time, etc. but TV production is weird. And contracts are weird. tvN might not to blame for these issues, could simply be that storytelling isn't always easy, man. I'm a writer myself, it's hard! I'M being redundant now lmfao! Anyway, yeah ~

Absolutely LOVED all the scenes that were filmed on location in beautiful Québec City, Canada 🍁 Tall, romantic trees, the fall foliage, historic buildings... sigh. Now all I need is Gong Yoo chasing me and we're all set! ;D

In addition to Shin being revived, my crush on Gong Yoo has been revived as well LOL. He fine 🔥 A classic K drama crush, can't go wrong with GY👌

Gong Yoo is always stellar at doing kiseu (kiss) scenes, and in Goblin, he does not disappoint. He really goes at it 🙈 which is preferred vs. the typical person kissing a stone statue that you see so often. He even did a lift kiss with Kim Go Eun that was reminiscent of THEE Coffee Prince kiss he did with actress Yoon Eun Hye! 😍

I never saw it coming, how the sword would wind up being removed from Shin's chest. I worried what the writers were going to do, how would they approach this, and just wow. The way things turned out is such a relief. It also told me that Shin's love for Eun Tak is true. I mean, I didn't need that scene to occur for me to know that, rather it just adds extra oomph that yes, Shin really does love Eun Tak. He didn't want her to suffer knowing she was responsible for his "death," so he thought quick and used her hands WITH his hands asdfghjkl. How dumb (bc noooo now you're gonna die) and amazing he is at the same time 💜

I love how Shin made his way back to Eun Tak after passing away, it was such a powerful scene. I could really feel his struggle, and kept yelling at my TV for him to stand up lol!

Devastated that Eun Tak died 😭 I really thought as many times as she'd cheated death before, she would somehow continue cheating death again and again for the rest of her days. But no... What a selfless person, Ji Eun Tak. Her being reincarnated as Park So Min gave me some closure. Not the closure I wanted, but closure.

The relationship between Shin and Reaper is ADORABLE. Whenever they interact with each other, they just have this great dialogue. Shin pings, Reaper pongs, Reaper pings, Shin pongs. It's great 😄 I still laugh about the slow-mo scene of them returning from the market with green onions HAHAHA 😂

I love Sunny & Reaper ~ However, their history as Kim Sun & Wang Yeo in their past lives is so very sad. I don't even know where to start RE: my feelings on this 💔 imo, their ending kinda sucked. I just wasn't satisfied with them having had this complicated, tragic story, only to be reincarnated in this fashion that I ultimately found to be just... idk, disappointing 😩 Again, closure, but not the closure I wanted.

I thought Reaper, the other grim reapers, the name cards, the depiction of what happens immediately following death with the brewing of the tea, the afterlife, etc. was all very creative. We really don't know what awaits us when our time comes—it's interesting to wonder if it's anything like it is in Goblin 🍵

Can't stop thinking about Goblin, even though I'm now watching Thirty but Seventeen & Mr. Sunshine! I'm emotionally cheating lol halp.

Photo credits: tvN & AsianWiki

Yo yo! I'm sorry I took so long to watch + write up this review! It's been a long couple of weeks for me, I wasn't always able to watch when I wanted. It was maddening 😆 But I have finally watched, and feel like the most accomplished person on the planet hahaha. xoxo 💜

#goblin #도깨비 #asian dramas #korean dramas #tvn

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