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leo-gold-hotchner · 4 years

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Happy Birthday to You

It’s late, it should’ve been up on 2nd Nov, but I couldn’t. Urg. I wanted to be fluffy, but not sure if I succeeded it.

Just a side talk, if anyone reading this having a hard time because of who they are, always remember there’re people supporting you! That includes me! Don’t let others judge you, you’re a lovely person, remember that.

Criminal Minds

Aaron Hotchner X Male Reader

Words: 2.8k

I Kissed a boy AU!

You felt like a jellyfish. A powerless jellyfish wondering in the ocean waves, wherever your destination is, it depends on the wave. You didn’t even have strength to lift your finger when you returned this morning from your shift.

Halloween night was fun, you could spend your time together with Aaron and Jack two nights ago. And yesterday, they left, and you readied for your night shift and it finished just now.

You weren’t sure if it was because a day after Halloween, but it sure had many 911 calls. You didn’t shower or changed your clothes, you just stared at the high ceiling of your house.

-Hotch-

In distant, you heard your phone ringing. You must have fallen asleep. You just wanted to sleep, not to be bothered, but what if it was from your work? What if it was Aaron?

“Gods,” you groaned and pushed yourself heavily from sofa. What time was it? “Hello?” You answered the call without checking who called you.

“Oh, is this Mr. F/N L/N?” It was a woman’s voice, her voice so vibrant and even you being tired managed to smile. Though, you wondered if this was a scam call. “I’m Penelope Garcia and I work with the FBI.”

FBI. Okay, FBI. Ef… Huh?

“Ef, FBI, you say?” You stuttered out at the mention of FBI. Wasn’t that the bureau that investigates criminal staff? Why were they calling you? Did one of last night patients has something to do with crimes?

“Yep, and I work with Aaron Hotchner!” Not knowing your worry, the woman cheerfully mentioned your boyfriend’s name.

“Aaron? You work with Aaron?” You felt stupid to keep asking her, but you had to be sure. And you were still groggy from sleep.

“Yes, so I thought you could help us with a surprise party to him.”

“Why surprise party?” You stood where you were with a dumbfounded face.

“Why, of course, it’s Hotch’s birthday today!” Your brain just stopped working. “With you and Jack there, I believe Hotch’ll love it! Hello? Are you still there?”

“Yes, yes, I’m here.” Oh shit. You didn’t know it was Aaron’s birthday today. They talked all staff, but it seemed they failed to mention respective birthday. Like you didn’t know his, you bet Aaron didn’t know yours too.

“Where are you having this surprise party, Ms. Garcia?”

“It’s just Penelope to you, Mr. Hotch’s boyfriend! You could come to his apartment now, if you can!”

-Hotch-

You sighed as you looked up at the light brown apartment in front of you. Nothing to worry about, right? Penelope works with Aaron, she must be or she wouldn’t know your number. Now think of it, how did she find out? Anyway, you pressed Aaron’s house number and a woman’s voice asked if you were F/N. It was a different voice from before, it was not Penelope.

“Yes?”

“Come in, just press the floor when you get into the lift!” Guess the women around Aaron were all cheerful.

You drummed your fingers on your side as the lift goes up. You didn’t know anyone who Aaron worked with and you were anxious if you’d give them a bad impression of yourself. Before you could knock on the dark brown door, the door abruptly opened and a muscular man stared at you.

“Hey, you must be F/N!” The man gave you a wide grin showing his white teeth.

“F/N!” Jack’s voice squealed behind the man.

As the man moved to the side, the boy flew into your embrace. It was wonder how a child can like you as if he knew you for a long time. You and Jack only met on Halloween day, which was two days ago. And you were proud that you were friendly enough to make Jack instantly take a liking to you.

“Hey, buddy.”

“Aunt Pen said you gonna help Daddy’s birthday party!” Jack’s big eyes shined with excitement. Good to know Ms. Penelope Garcia wasn’t a scam but a real FBI agent. “This is Uncle Derek,” Jack pointed the muscular man who held his hand to greet you.

“Derek Morgan. Just Derek or Morgan’s fine.” You and he shook hands, and wow, his grip was strong.

“Aunt Pen’s not here, she’s maybe with Aunt Jess?” Jack looked around with a puzzled expression in your arms.

“I believe they are.” Derek led you to another room, passing through the kitchen. “Baby girl, he’s here.”

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!” The very familiar voice echoed the house, burying Derek’s chuckling with her voice. “You are here!” The woman, Penelope, looked at you with widened eyes, her arms stretched towards you as if she wasn’t expecting you to turn up.

“Hi,” you gave her a little hesitant smile, but nonetheless a genuine one. “I’m F/N, you called me before?”

“Yes, yes, that was me. I’m Penelope, I work with Hotch. He’s our boss,” she pointed herself and Derek. “And, and, this,” she dragged another woman who smiled at you, “is Jessica, Jack’s beautiful aunt.”

“Hello, how’re you,” Jessica shook your hand, giving you a welcoming smile.

“Surprised, but good.” You shrugged, your brain still processing a bit. You didn’t know Aaron had a sister, perhaps you should ask about it later.

“Others are coming later, for now they’re occupying Hotch so he won’t know anything.” Penelope said as she picked up a box full of birthday party supplies and decorations.

“You know,” you let Jack go as he wanted to decorate the house with them. “He once told me you guys aren’t really professional when it comes to surprising him or pranking him.” You scratched back of your head, smiling at Penelope’s shocked face.

“But he won’t know today,” Derek barked a loud laughter. “That usually happens because Baby girl here give it away.”

“I do keep secretes very well, mister!” Penelope gave her friend a mocking indignant face.

“If you say so,” Jessica smirked as she exited the room with colourful ‘Happy Birthday’ banner.

“How many are coming?” You asked as you helped them unpacking several boxes and decorate the room. You wouldn’t know anyone, but you thought you could be conversational.

“Well,” Penelope folded her fingers, “except us we have, Rossi, Spencer, Emily, JJ and probably Henry and Will.”

“Are they all…?”

“We all work together. Well, Henry’s JJ’s son and Will’s Henry’s dad. But we’ve worked with Will once too, so you could say that.” Penelope laughed wholeheartedly. “He doesn’t talk about his work, is he?”

“No,” you shook your head a little.

You never asked him about his work, and he didn’t utter a word about his work too when he was with you. You just thought he’d be too tired and knowing the nature of Aaron’s work, you never thought about asking it. Jessica returned to the room to look for more decoration, she probably heard their conversation.

“Does he take his work and do it while you’re with him?” Jessica asked, her arms hugging her torso.

Your head unconsciously titled to the side. “No?” Was that important?

Penelope cheerfully talked about taking some box to Derek and left Jessica and you alone. And she didn’t forget to shut the door, and you didn’t know why. You felt uncomfortable, feeling like you’re suddenly interrogated by Aaron’s sister.

“He doesn’t want you to leave him.” Jessica smiled at you, riddling you with her words. She laughed a bit as she saw your puzzled look. “He used to bring his work to home, that made Haley mad sometimes.”

You heard that name before. Aaron told you his wife and he dated since their high school, though unfortunate accident took her away from him and Jack. He never told you the details, and you didn’t ask him. The excruciating pain was palpable on Aaron’s face, so you didn’t want him to remember the painful memory by telling you. You never pushed him for more.

“Because he’s busy, we can’t really have a proper conversation and we’re always with Jack so you know.” Jessica smiled ghostly. “But whenever he talks about you, his eyes lit up in spirit. He returns to the Aaron I used to know before everything.” She gave you a knowing smile. “I know talking these staff can be uncomfortable for you, especially talking about Haley. But like my sister made Aaron happy, you make him happy.” Oh, Jessica was not Aaron’s sister, but sister-in-law. “You’re not substituting Haley, mind you.” She sighed. “I want him to be happy.” Not just a sister-in-law, Jessica was truly Aaron’s sister, wishing his happiness.

“I want him to be happy, too.” Both of you just looked at each other for a moment. “Isn’t it, you know, weird?” She looked at you questioningly. “Aaron suddenly bringing a boyfriend? It’s not normal isn’t it?” You didn’t know you were scrubbing the side of your pants due to anxiety.

“You mean Aaron being bisexual?” She titled her head questioningly. “Oh, yeah, I was surprised when he told me he has a boyfriend, but it’s not weird. You make Aaron happy, that makes Jack happy. And that makes me happy and his friends happy. Everyone’s happy, it’s not weird or strange at all. It’s just natural for you and Aaron love each other.”

You couldn’t help but tears pooling. In fact, you never asked Aaron about his family or friends because you were scared. You just buried questions deep inside so you wouldn’t be attacked by bigotry comments.

Suddenly she pulled you into a big hug. “Don’t worry, you’re a perfect normal man. No one should judge you or Aaron because of your sexual orientation. I’m glad both of you can be honest with me.” Jessica laughed as she patted your shoulder. “Even though we met just today. Now let’s decorate more before Aaron storms in.”

-Hotch-

Hotch rubbed his eyes, the writings on the report just leaving as soon as they come into his brain. He couldn’t concentrate, the Sun was saying its good-bye to another day. He had to concentrate in order to return to his son as soon as possible. Then his phone beeped and he frowned as he picked up the phone.

‘Hey, bro, happy birthday.’

It was Sean. He was surprised his little brother actually texted him on his birthday. Hotch couldn’t help but chuckle a bit as he reread the text. Sean actually never calls him ‘bro’ or ‘brother’ unless it was a rare occasion. And it was a first time in years he called Aaron ‘bro’ even in a text message.

‘M not sorry to not giving any present to a birthday boy.’ Another message from Sean, with a laughing yellow face in the end.

‘You could always call me. But thank you.’ Before sending the text, Aaron wondered if his text was too… well, stiff? He threw his head to the headrest. He could be, no, should be more friendly with his little brother. He quickly deleted his text.

‘Visit me anytime soon and that can be my present, brother.’ Sean didn’t like to be called ‘little’ brother, so no ‘little brother’. It’s not a perfect text, but he tried.

He nearly jumped in a start after sending the text when JJ opened his door. Thank gods his face didn’t show any emotion. “Hotch, you need to go home. Everyone went home already.” JJ shook her head.

“Let me just finish this report.”

“That can wait, but not your birthday,” the blonde agent squinted her eyes disapprovingly. “Have time with Jack, he’s probably waiting for you to say ‘happy birthday dad’.”

The Unit Chief quickly closed his mouth, he couldn’t say anything. “You’re right.” Hotch sighed. “So everyone’s gone, already?”

“Yeah, said they can always finish their paperwork tomorrow,” she rolled her eyes.

“We’ll see to that,” Hotch snorted. Not even Dave will get away from the paperwork tomorrow. “Well, good night, JJ.”

“Night, Hotch.” JJ smiled at him and left the office.

-Hotch-

Aaron stared at the apartment building where his home was. He could see the light through the window, Jack probably waiting for him with Jessica. He looked down at his phone once again, as he did for every one minute since Sean texted him. You didn’t text him or call him. Of course nothing as you had a night shift and you were probably sleeping. And he never told you about his birthday being today. Receiving a ‘happy birthday’ text from Sean made him happy, so it’d make him happier if you texted him or called him to say ‘happy birthday’. But that was his fault, he never mentioned. Why didn’t he do that?

He groaned as he roughly brushed down his face before entering the building. He was tired, but happy to see his son from this long day. It’d be a best day if he could see you along with Jack. Yesterday and the day before were the best days he had for some years. Spending time with Jack and you, waking up next to you, having breakfast with you and Jack.

Unlike the last time from his office, this time he couldn’t control his emotion when everyone yelled ‘surprise’ under the ‘Happy Birthday’ banner in his apartment. His mouth didn’t even close from wonder.

Jack dashed to him, holding a birthday card. “Happy birthday, Daddy!” Aaron held his son and kissed on Jack’s crown.

“Hey, buddy, what’s this?”

“It’s a surprise party, Daddy.” Jack gave him the ‘don’t be silly’ face.

The crowd came to him, each of them chanting ‘happy birthday’ to him, and among them you were there. Just like when he saw his son, his eyes brightened at your presence. You were bashfully smiling at you, standing next to Morgan and Reid.

Everyone started to give him the presents, starting from Jack. Even little Henry gave his Uncle Aaron a little drawing with a bright smile. When it was your turn, you just shrugged and said ‘later’. Though Aaron could see distress in your eyes.

-Hotch-

It was wonder how his small apartment was having this many guests, and one by one they started to fall asleep from drinking too much wine. Both boys were already crawled into Jack’s bed, and the adults were just loosened up at his home. Perhaps they could’ve just planned his surprise part at Dave’s house.

Aaron didn’t even expect his mentor all drunken and sleeping on his study chair. Prentiss shoved herself into the sofa where Reid fainted happily with red face. Morgan protectively hugging Garcia while his back leaned on the sofa, while his head hung on Garcia’s crown. Will just like Morgan, his back on the sofa but letting JJ on his thighs and crouched on his chest. He won’t wake his friends, they will whine about their back and neck being stiff, but never going to wake them up and make them do all the paperworks for hiding this from him.

“I know that look,” Jessica scoffed from behind. “You gonna make them pay for planning this.”

“Am I?” Aaron smirked at his sister-in-law.

“Be lenient on them, it was Jack’s idea.” He blinked in surprise. “Of course, the adults were more enthusiastic than Jack.” She cleaned the kitchen and packed her bag.

“You can use my bed.” Aaron suggested.

“I have to go, I have to work on some staff before going to bed. And you have your boyfriend to care.” She gave him an accusing finger. He looked around, and he couldn’t find you. “I didn’t drink any wine and I brought my car. Don’t worry about me, Aaron.” She held the door open wide, giving him a familial smile. “I’m glad you have friends to support you. Good night Aaron, see you tomorrow.”

“Good night, Jessica.” Aaron gave her a thankful smile.

-Hotch-

When he entered his room to find you, you were on his bed, yawning while swinging your legs slowly.

You held your arms up when you saw him. “You never told me today’s your birthday, so I’m mad.” Aaron chuckled as he looked at your fake angry face. Your eyes starting to lose focus as sleepiness kicking in you rather fast. “Hey, don’t laugh,” you threw one of his pillows to his way, but Aaron skilfully avoided it. “I’m serious. I didn’t have any time to prepare present for you.” You pouted, not realising you were acting like a child.

Aaron quietly sat next to you, his strong arm wrapping your side. “You being here is my present.”

“No,” you replied in slur before giving a big yawn. “I’ll always be here for you, so it can’t be a present.” Aaron’s chest swelled in happiness, his heart running over the hill. But you didn’t notice Aaron’s very very happy smile because you leaned on his broad chest, eyes closed. “I want something special, something that reminds me wherever you’re,” you mumbled as you rubbed your eyes. Aaron couldn’t comprehend anything after that, you were both mumbling and slurring and soon falling asleep in his arm.

“Trust me, F/N. I’ve got the best present ever today.” Aaron whispered to his sleeping boyfriend, pleasant smile plastered on his face.

#aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #Criminal Minds #criminal minds fanfic #male reader #jj #jack hotchner #jessica brooks #emily prentiss #dave rossi #derek morgan #Penelope Garcia #spencer reid #Henry LaMontagne #will lamontagne #sean hotchner #i kissed a boy au

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moonlit-mizukage · 3 years

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Chapter three: Satori, you are such a fucking idiot

Summary: Y/n and Tendou are deeply in love. Living on the other side of Tokyo now, the Monsters are still up to their old shit. They even opened a few businesses for Tax reasons. Even though it’s been almost three years later, Y/n still has never been able to understand how they have avoided the law several times. When Tendou’s Mother reappears in his life, Y/n is confused as Tendou claimed she is dead. Finding out Tendou is being forced to take over the family business by his Mother, she soon learns the truth behind Tendou’s reason he never gets in legal trouble is his family business. His mother is quick to decline Y/n as his future wife and tries to set up Tendou with someone she sees more fit. What will happen to Y/n and Tendou? What will happen to Tendou’s “family business”? What does this mean for the future of the Monsters?

Tw: Swearing, mentions of violence, selling medication, blackmail, hacking, drinking

Word count: 1.1k

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Third person pov

The guys had gone back home around 1am, as Mei had passed out on the couch in Yamaguchi’s arms.

The Monsters arrived back at their house quickly. Suna and Kenma had now joined the group. They gathered in the kitchen as they sat around the table.

“So what was the super important thing that the other two can’t know about yet? Kemna asked.

“He said just y/n for now.” Shirabu said from the doorway in the kitchen.

“Oh shit, must be pretty damn serious then.” Suna whispered to Kenma.

After Shirabu had sat down things had gone quiet for a moment. Tendou looked around at the three new faces there.

“My mother found me. There is no easy way for me to say this but,” He took a deep breath.”She runs the South side Yakuza.”

“Are you fucking serious?” Shirabu spoke up.

“We have three days to let her know what we think. I have no choice, kyotani joined already as well. You guys do not have too but I would suggest leaving town if you want out. Once you are in, death really is the only way out. “ Tendou said.

“I thought about it a lot while we were at the hangout tonight, I’m in.” Terushima said.

“Hell yeah fucker!” Kyotani said as he bro hugged him.

“You guys don’t have to decide right away. So please think about it and just let me know by Tuesday at noon.” Tendou said. He stood up at this point and left the table. Kyotani followed close behind him.

“Are you really going to join Teru?” Hanamaki asked.

“What do I have to lose man? You guys at this table, plus Y/n, that’s the only family I got now. I want to stay loyal to them, those two guys as well have been there for me for so long.” Matsukawa looked over to him.

“I think I will say yes after I deal with something real quick.” He stood up and left the room.

“What are you guys thinking?” Terushima nodded towards the three newest members.

“I want to talk to Y/n, but I know Tendou has to do that as a one on one first. I really need to think about it first.”

“I just need to sleep on it. I guess it’s basically what we do now but on a much bigger scale. I think sleep will help me feel more comfortable instead of just saying yes now and regretting it later.” Suna said.

“I would have to set some ground rules. For one I don’t do physical activities and I refuse to work in the field. I am not the strongest but I do have a lot of hacking experience and I am good at what I do.” Kenma admitted.

“I am sure a hacker would be needed. You have mad skills Kenma, but yeah let’s talk to Tendou. His dinner is Monday with y/n. He will probably power text out after to see what everyone feels or for a meeting.” Terushima said.

“Are you seriously considering it Kenma?” Hanamaki asked, Kenma shrugged at him.

“Why are you backing out Maki?” Shirabu stepped in asking him.

“You guys are all new to this lifestyle, you know? Is this something you want to spend the rest of your life doing?”

“Honestly I was just going to seduce a CEO then steal their company and make my assistant run it for the rest of my life anyways. A dream life of riches right there.” Suna said. Terushima laughed a bit at his response.

“Dude that’s actually pretty smart. I see why you are a business major now.” Terushima said.

“Honestly, I was just going to hack something big and probably blackmail my way to the top as well.” Kenma said with another shrug.

“You babies are growing up so fast.” Terushima said, pretending to wipe tears from his eyes. “Just yesterday you were just two teens on campus, today you are ready to swipe billion dollar companies.” Shirabu laughed.

“The only thing I was going to do was be a doctor, but maybe working with you guys would be better. I still have quite some time to go, but I do have a lot of medications if you need it.” Terushima laughed again. \

“You really are swinging in the big league already, I just don’t think you realised how close you really are.”

Meanwhile upstairs…..

Tendou sat behind the desk as he looked down at his hands. :

“Just rip the bandaid off and say it the fuck now.” Kyotani said.

“It’s not that easy telling my one true love, hey I get to kill people for a living now!” Kyotani sat in the chair in front of him.

“She definitely already knows what type of man you are. Look at us back in highschool. We were fighting people, hell you shattered Oikawa’s leg with a bat!”

“I know, But Kentaro,” Tendou took a deep breath, “I don’t know what she will do, maybe she will leave me... Maybe it would be better that way, at least I would know she’s safe.”

“You are a fucking idiot. I bet you she’s going to give you that look she makes when she thinks, then 10 minutes later jump into your arms and tell you she fucking loves you and I will call you a fucking idiot but you two will be fucking fine.”

“I am not sure this is the lifestyle she would want to live.”

“Satori, you are such a fucking idiot.” He smacked the back of Tendou’s head.

“What the hell mad?!??!” Tendou snapped as he stood up.

“Do you not pay attention to her and her own fucking monster pack at her mother fucking school!”

“I guess I didn’t think about that. She really did recruit them all, and she leads them when I am not around.”

“Y/n was also the one that destroyed 7 cars in a parking lot cause a guy cat called her and she couldn’t remember which one it was.”

“Matsukawa needs to stop giving people bats for their birthday.” Tendou said now with a laugh.

“Let’s fucking go drinking. We could use peace at mind for a couple more hours fucker. It will make things easier when you tell her.”

The two walked down stairs as Matsukawa was now reentering the house.

“The fuck you do?” Tendou asked him. Matsukawa stood in front of them, covered in fresh blood. His bat still in his right hand, also covered in blood.

“I was playing baseball.” Matsukawa said with a laugh.

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An: Really seeing a soft side of Tendou for y/n 🥺

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missinghan · 4 years

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to my youth ⤖ lee felix

❖ genre : summer au; high school au; fluff

❖ word count : 11,6k.

❖ warning : explicit language, slow burn

❖ summary : it is official that life hates you because not only was your first few days of summer ruined by a stupid field trip, but things also got somewhat freaky… whatever kind of ‘freaky’ you’re thinking about.

❖ note : i know i said i’m ‘experimenting’ with new stuff but guess who’s back with another mediocre, not-that-well-written mess of a domestic au; please (kindly) yell at me to dabble into a new genre after bearing through this fic- happy reading!

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The echoes of your summer days remain as flowers immune to the winter chill, they say.

You’re not entirely sure who even fathomed their time and effort to come up with that statement but from your point of view, those flowers would most likely have either died out from the summer heat or withered horrendously because of the arbitrary showers of rain. Or you’re the only one who doesn’t have the luxury to see life through a rose-colored lens.

Because the first thing that comes to mind for you is the bucket of ice-cream and a YouTube OG that you’ve ceased to finish since finals started two weeks ago. The bell rings, pens down, everyone pours out of the classroom after handing in their exam papers. No one really bothers to check up on each other’s answers anymore; the last subject for today was AP Psych and you don’t know about them but you honestly can’t care any less thereafter cramming the entirety of five chapters.

Sprinting down the staircase, you easily spot Felix amongst the midst of drowsy high school students for the bright color of his hair. He truly believes that if he slaps enough hair essence and coconut oil on his head four times a week, his hair won’t feel like straws when he changes it every other three weeks. But it’s only a matter of time before balding catches up to him, he’ll learn eventually.

“Please don’t tell me that you left your keys in class,” you sigh upon the sight of him fumbling with his folders and textbooks while trying to open his locker in vain. Just thinking about walking all the way back to the third floor makes you want to use your backpack as a pillow and take a nice nap in the middle of the hallway.

“Gee, Y/N,” Felix makes a face to not show the sense of relief washing over him when he locks eyes with you. “Who do you take me as? A clumsy person?”

“No, just a dumbass.” You coldly snatch a slipping book from his arms before turning to twist the disc in the combination of your birthday until the lock clicks, shaking the shackle off to swing his locker open. It’s a silent tradition that you both set each other’s birthday as your locker’s combination since elementary school; it started out as a stupid joke at first but neither of you really bothered to change it.

“Why the hell would you put your keys in the locker?” you widen your eyes in disbelief as he grabs the bright yellow Spongebob plushie to collect his keys with a shit-eating grin

“My alarm didn’t go off today, so I was running a little late,” he defends himself while dumping everything out of his backpack, hugging an empty water bottle to his side.

You throw a wave at a very tired Hyunjin walking side by side with Seungmin on his right and Jisung skipping happily towards your direction. Seungmin looks exceptionally moody today, you pray he didn’t mess up an easy question to take it out on all of you later in the car. “Bet you were staying up late to play Overwatch with Chan.”

Felix manages to grin stiffly at your comment, turning on his heels and trudges onto the school’s parking lot. “Fine, walk home.”

“Hey, you forgot to lock this!” you pull his steps into a halt by making a grab for his hand, utterly oblivious at how his cheeks flare up with a bright shade of red at your touch. Or out of embarrassment. Whatever, same thing.

Felix might be a better driver than you, but he’d be fired ten seconds into the job of a babysitter.

With that being said, when Jeongin decides it’s a good idea to cheer a passive-aggressive, post-exams Seungmin up with a carton of strawberry milk and then proceeds to get lost in his own school, the very same school he’s been attending for who knows how long, you’re the one who manually pulls his ass back into Mrs. Lee’s Jeep within ten minutes.

And Seungmin has already fallen asleep by the time Jeongin’s back, so now he’s the passive-aggressive one while sipping on the milk bitterly. Either way, this is why you headcount although there are only six of you after Changbin starts getting busy with his college applications.

“What took you so long?” Jisung looks up from his phone the moment you climb into the passenger’s seat, clicking in your seatbelt (drive safe, kids).

You immediately feel the need to snap a photo of Jeongin accidentally breaking the cafeteria’s door with the staff running towards him in a panic. They’re more scared for his life than the door itself and that’s… sweet to say the least but with the way that the embarrassed boy is glaring at you through the rear-view mirror, you decide to keep your lips sealed.

“It’s getting dark so all hallways start to look the same, you genius.”

Jisung momentarily sticks his tongue out at you. “God, you’re so rude to me. You’d never talk to Felix like that.”

“Because,” you drawl. “Lix is a pure-hearted angel descended from the realms of Heaven. Whereas, even Lucifer would see you as an eyesore in hell.”

“See! You’re doing it again!” Jisung points a finger at you in accusation, jumping up and down in his seat but no one really cares. It’s not like you’re speaking any false facts. “Stop bullying me!”

Seungmin shifts his body a little, nose scrunched up at the noises that wake him right up. “Jisung,” he warns his friend without opening his eyes. “Sit the fuck down, you have five seconds.”

Felix smirks when Jisung immediately cowers, slumping and leaning himself against Hyunjin in utter defeat. He learned not to mess with Seungmin after throwing a wallet at him on impulse. “Jealous much, Han?”

“Nah, she’s all yours bro,” Jisung waves it off tiredly; bickering and making fun of Felix’s gigantic crush on you is too much for his brain to process today. He can really use a long, solid twelve-hour summer hibernation after getting home.

The statement prompts Felix to look over at you when there’s a red light—the same exact moment as you stop staring at the bakery from across the road to lock eyes with him. There’s a little spark igniting at the pit of his stomach, stirring up butterflies inside his rib cage. But he snaps out of it after seeing you raise a brow at him, implying a silent ‘what?’ before turning away again. Felix has always been the type to stare so you don’t bother to think about it too much.

The problem is: he only stares at you that way.

A shade of coral creeps its way up to his cheeks, his gaze averting back on the roads when the light turns green. As Felix tries to calm the erratic tempo of his heartbeat, he also thinks about how much time he’d have left to confess before high school is over and everyone takes their own different paths. Then again, the future is far too blurry for him to make out anything and the thought of changes petrifies him a bit too much.

Felix wishes to hold your hand until the very end but he’s a little scared...because what if you never wanted to be with him in the first place?

two.

Your brother has one talent, and that’s his ability to irritate the living daylight out of you even when he’s practically on the other side of the planet.

Minho (un)fortunately finished his finals with flying colors, and inevitably, you’re the first victim to receive a series of texts that consisted of nothing but self-indulgent, excessive bragging. Basically, he’s allowed to do whatever slash go wherever for a good three weeks before his summer internship begins, dragging his dumb ass back to hell—where he rightfully belongs.

He’s probably chomping on a terribly unhealthy amount of pizza, pretzels, and any type of New York street food that you can name from the top of your head. It’s not like he’s paying for them anyway since Chan doesn’t allow people to touch their wallets if they happen to eat out with him.

Your phone vibrates obnoxiously on your desk, the judder slightly muffled because it’s lying on top of your wide-open psych textbook. You haven’t bothered with cleaning up yet; finals only ended yesterday and you decide that you won’t touch anything until the disarray starts to scrape against your nerves.

Side note: you’ve specifically told everyone not to call you three consecutive days after finals because yes, you’re that much of a loner, and yes, your stamina level for tolerating human interaction is awfully low.

Second side note: no one ever listens.

“Good morning, this is Lee Minho’s personal bullshit pail,” you mumble after your thumb swipes against the screen to pick up, your limbs curled up on the floor. “How can I possibly help you today?” Your morning voice isn’t necessarily threatening but rather scary; according to what Minho claimed, it sounds identical to that creepy girl from The Grudge so he groans aloud, his voice suddenly going out of focus on the other line from pulling his phone away.

“Jesus Christ are you still in your hermit phase after finals?” he questions callously, sounding not at all pleased with the way you greeted him. “Where’s mom and dad? Usually, they would have slammed your ass by now for staying inside like a vampire.”

“Don’t be insufferable, it’s only like…” you trail off while bending forward to take a good look at the little Sumiko Gurashi alarm on your bookshelf that Felix gave you during middle school. “Nine thirty-something and they’re at the park to exercise, duh- why do you care?”

Your brother almost sings on the phone, “Because you’re my little baby sister-” And this prompts you to pull the device away for the sake of your poor ear. It doesn’t help when you’re already surrounded by a group full of obnoxiously loud individuals on a daily basis. Not trying to call anyone out but Han Jisung is at the top of the list, his name in bold, capital letters being circled and underlined multiple times with a red marker.

“Who do I gotta kill to sleep in on a dreadful Sunday morning as any normal, cranky, antisocial high school student would?” you deadpan and rub the bridge of your nose dreadfully.

“I don’t know, go murder Jisung or something.” Honestly, that’s tempting… but no.

You can physically see the smug smile on his face right now, simpering in delight at your imminent misery. He knows goddamn well about your relationship with sleeping schedules and that’s the perfect excuse for him to ruin those little specks of time when your brain cells are getting an actual break.

These are also the times when you wish phones don’t fucking exist.

“By the way, are you gonna go on the field trip tomorrow?”

This question wakes you up almost completely because your eyes are now wide as a fish’s out of water, your hand automatically putting him on speaker before digging through the folders inside your backpack. What field trip? No one said anything about a field trip. And who thought it’s a good idea to force some worn-out, post-exams, sleep-deprived students into a field trip right after finals?

Minho hums coyly when the only response he’s getting is the rustling sound from your backpack, “Hmm, see what I meant there, little sis? Oh, the downside of living under a rock at its finest.” He doesn’t have to be here for you to fully picture the way that his lips curl up, dark brows wiggling whenever he’s right about something. Your brother wins most of the time against other people but overtaking you is an entirely different story.

“Oh screw off and go buy yourself a sense of humor.”

“Don’t be so mopey, isn’t Felix gonna be there?”

“What does Felix have to do with this?” you grit after managing to pull out a piece of paper from the very back, buried under countless of your essays. And it reads ‘field trip’ in caps at the top with tomorrow’s date right beneath. The trip lasts for three days, you’re going camping with the grizzly bears for three days—a total nightmare, basically.

“Pfft, you’re actually dense for someone with a sparkly report card,” he sneers. “That kid has been crushing on you since elementary school. Are the signals that fucked up?”

“You mean when I accidentally spilled orange juice over his head? Sure, bet that’s why he’s so head over heels for me,” you snicker, unfazed by these kinds of statements. Minho only knows Felix because he was the president of your school's dance club and you fully believe that your brother is simply trying to mess with your malfunctioning, cranky mindset.

“I fucking beg to differ, he always stares at you like you’re the love of his life, even when you stupidly poked yourself with a needle,” Minho announces as if he’s a love expert, tsk, amateur. “He might just confess during the trip, who knows? Campfire flickering. Sharing the same s’mores. Surrounded by nature. That sounds romantically ideal to me for a confession.”

He’s visioning everything like a terrible cliché film where two high schoolers stubbornly deny their feelings for each other until they start noticing how cute the other person is while magically being forced to be alone together. The worst kind of high school movie—which is also almost every high school movie. And you best believe that you’d a hundred percent kick your brother’s ass off that director’s chair because people live and breathe for this kind of overused entertainment. Tragic.

“Alright, fuck this, I’m out-“

“Wait!” Minho exclaims out of nowhere, almost blowing up your eardrums. “Are you trying to get rid of me?”

You swear you’re rolling your eyes so hard, they’re about to fall out of their respective sockets. “Well, obviously,” you put the piece of paper down with a sigh, contemplating ways to minimize the amount of socializing in the upcoming three days. “Haven’t you bothered me enough? No?”

“You can’t leave me like this,” he whines in an annoyingly high-pitched voice that sends chills down your spine.

“You need me, we’re connected.”

He sounds like a whack version of Minnie Mouse for a second there, the kind of plushie that looks cute but with disturbingly creepy voice audio; no parents would let their children go near that aisle.

You yawn as if there’s no tomorrow, stretching your limbs tiredly. “What I need is for you to shut the fuck up and leave me alone so I can go on my merry way to pick up snacks for this stupid field trip,” you utter lifelessly.

“You hurt my feelings,” Minho pretends to clutch onto his chest and lets out a dramatic gasp, his voice doused in pure sarcasm. “What a heartbreaker, Y/N.” Said the one who always keeps his apathetic front up like a fortress’ wall and tosses every single love letter on Valentine’s Day into the recycling bin, handing the chocolate out to his classmates like he’s giving leftover vegetables to his least favorite relatives.

“Oh, I can tell,” you reply with fake enthusiasm and mock empathy. “You know how I can tell?”

“Do not finish th-”

“Cause we’re connected.” With that you hang up, slamming your phone harshly onto the surface of your textbook.

three.

You might love your room a little too much, it’s getting somewhat unhealthy.

It was furnished with a rather meager budget after your family moved out of your hometown when you stepped into elementary school. Things stay the same, well, most of it as time passes by you unknowingly. Your sad bookcase used to exist for one sole purpose—carrying countless books and plushies has now been upgraded with too many polaroids of your dumb group of friends, a neatly framed photo of Class of 2020 and two trophies that don’t even belong to you since Minho ran out of space as he kept participating in random dance competitions.

The morning beams find their way through your white curtains and stain your walls with patches of yellow, eventually bugging your vision until you successfully convince yourself to either 1) wake up and get ready for school or 2) lazily stride across your room to shut the blinds completely so you can head back to bed. It’s summer… so option one is temporarily non-existent for a solid three months.

Hey, you’re just simply making up for those all-nighters with a new cup of coffee every two hours.

Speaking of your bed, it’s soft but takes up so much space to the point that Hyunjin keeps complaining about not having enough room for his legs when he’s sprawled across the floor with Jisung, vigorously focusing on a presentation’s outline. Seungmin calls you lame for not throwing away your childhood plushies and letting them hog at least one-third of your bed, but Felix doesn’t mind since he always needs something to hug. All the more reasons why you can only trust Felix.

You might miss having those idiots being loud and invading your personal space...maybe.

Your phone rings for the second time that morning when you’re walking downstairs, shoving your keys into your pocket and grabbing a protein bar on the counter. “I’m not in the mood for your bullshit right now, Minho,” you bark into the device, chewing on your breakfast aggressively, not bothering to look at the caller’s ID.

The closest convenience store is only twenty minutes away from your house but there’s a sticky note on the fridge from your mom, reminding you that she needs eggs to bake cupcakes for her company’s twentieth anniversary while your dad is running low on his Red Bulls. Basically, you’re in distress. It’s not like your dad should be inhaling those sugary drinks on a daily basis and your mom can just buy premade goods from the bakery. But there are more options for snacks at the supermarket…

“Y/N, the fuck?” The response of a voice as deep as the Pacific ocean almost makes you choke on air. “Did I wake you up or something?” Felix sounds flabbergasted on the other line, slightly taken aback. You almost feel bad because he’s the only sweetheart in your chaotic squad (besides Chan, obvi) except when he stays up late gaming with Hyunjin, pleading for your notes the next morning with puppy eyes.

“No, Minho did,” you grumble before tossing the wrapping into a bin.

“You don’t say,” Felix replies flatly, but his voice soon grows merry again after pushing the topic of your brother aside. “Oh, and I’m coming over to return your earphones, wanna grab breakfast?”

He practically lives ten minutes away from you, sees you almost every day even if it’s the weekend since he can’t stay in the same house with his sisters for too long and puts you on FaceTime every night to prevent himself from slacking off on assignments. The only time he didn’t get to see you for a week straight was when he visited Australia and accidentally dropped his phone into the ocean. It was a rough week without you nagging him for doing something stupid. Fundamentally, he’s merely making up more excuses to spend time with you after finals.

Chuckling, “Only if you’re treating me, I’m about to go broke from buying snacks for our field trip tomorrow.” you say breezily.

And you’re only telling him that because he might just pay for your snacks as well since Felix Lee eats freshly grilled steak and mashed potato for breakfast. Baffling, absolutely. Plus, he works at a boba shop every summer either way and he would never hesitate to spend the entirety of his paycheck on any of his close friends. Irrelevant but the point is: you kinda don’t wanna go out alone today.

Or you’re just in the mood to go with Felix. That’s a useless statement since you both see each other at least ten out of twenty-four hours per day.

“By the way, you know what I just realized?” Felix smacks his palm on his forehead. “This is our last field trip, like ever.”

Walking over to the rack of shoes down the hallway, you let out a large exhale. “That’s unfortunate on your behalf. I, on the other hand, don’t have a problem with that,” you tell him with zero consideration, your brain cells too busy picking out a pair of shoes to process the five basic steps to empathize with another human being.

“No,” he emphasizes helplessly. “I meant, it’s like our last high school field trip. We’re graduating next year, no time to sleep with the grizzly bears again.”

You can only manage to utter, “Oh.” Shit, college is right around the corners.

“Jesus fucking Christ what the hell am I supposed to do after high school? Stay here? Go abroad? Wait, aren’t applications for going abroad supposed to be turned in a year beforehand? Why are you only telling me this now!?”

Felix laughs wholeheartedly through the phone, amused at your sudden outburst. “Y/N, calm down. You’re going to college, not prison,” he brushes it off casually but in a way, college is technically prison. Slaving over a degree while working part-time jobs, chasing time relentlessly like you’re driving in the middle of a foggy night with one headlight out. And you’re forced to open up with more strangers. It’s terrifying, actually terrifying. And you’re not the type to be easily terrified.

Now come to think about it, you don’t get why you were so pressed about it five seconds ago. It’s a good opportunity not to leech off your parents as much, like dabbling, taking one baby step at a time into adulthood. After that, you’ll graduate again, probably settle somewhere with an adequate job and find someone, starting to think about having ki-

Hold up, you’re going too far. You’re barely a senior.

“I guess we’ll just have to make the most out of this summer,” Felix’s voice snaps you back to the surface of Earth faster than a tick of a clock. “We’re outside, by the way. Open up.”

That fast? Furrowing your brows, you hang up to slip into a pair of sneakers before sprinting to the front door. Wait, your hand freezes as it grazes the doorknob. We?

Not again.

“Why the fuck..” you cracks a lifelessly crooked smile after pushing the door wide open. “..are you here?” It’s only ten in the morning, and you don’t think you should be screaming at the top of your lungs to be jumped on by the whole neighborhood.

Felix takes a step back, a little scared for his life. “Uhh, to return your earphones?”

“No, no,” you run a hand through your hair tiredly. Just when you thought this day was gonna be peaceful. “I’m not talking about you, I’m talking about them. Since when was this an agreement? How dare-“

“Why yes, I missed you too!” Jisung exclaims like the little shit he is, throwing an arm over your neck to ruffle your hair. No one ruffles your hair without getting their ass slammed- except for Minho. “Why the long face? Let me guess, until this exact second, you thought there’s a fucking squirrel, a lama, a dog, and a kitten standing at your front porch? No, it’s us, your Forever BFFs.” He’s one of the reasons why you refuse to understand the humans’ language sometimes.

With a harsh shove from you, Jisung staggers backward only for Hyunjin to prevent him from rolling like a ball in the middle of your neighborhood. “One more word and I’m telling the whole class who your crush is,” you threaten, earning an involuntary snort from Seungmin.

“I hate to admit this, but she might actually say yes if he makes the first move.”

Hyunjin supplies unconstructively, “That’s why he didn’t ask.”

“You know what, Hwang,” Felix says with a smirk tugging at his lips, bumping his fist against Hyunjin’s without turning his head.

“Oh screw all of you.” Jisung’s getting all the attention he wanted this early in the morning yet he still feels like a loser. Perhaps he should try shutting up once in a while.

four.

“Thanks for giving me a ride, uncle, you really didn’t have to,” Felix says generously from your dad’s back seats, scratching the nape of his neck as though this is the first time he’s ever shared a ride with you.

He’s too humble sometimes you just want to smack him across the face with a pillow to stop being so formal with your dad. Heck, Felix downright called him ‘dad’ by accident once during a Christmas dinner back in middle school and your dad even encouraged him to keep addressing him like that.

Not to mention, Felix is chomping on a turkey sandwich that your mom made this morning specifically for him after finding out that his parents are currently out of town and there's nothing but ramen in the cabinet. God forbids her to starve the same kid who helped your dad fix his bumper. So really, he should be expecting these things by now.

“Oh it’s not a big deal, you’re too nice,” your dad laughs as he pulls over to your school’s front gate, careful not to run into that one really tall, ugly tree. You’re lowkey paranoid that people might die if it collapses during a storm or something. “Perhaps you can return the favor by getting a drink with me sometimes.”

Felix blinks numerous times, slightly gobsmacked. “...but I’m not old enough to drink yet.”

“Correct answer.” And you snicker when your dad turns around to toss a wink at your friend’s direction. “Doesn’t mean that I’m forbidding you kids have fun,” he clarifies upon the baffled expression on Felix’s face. “But not too much fun, got it?”

“Okay, okay dad, I’ll see you in three days,” you shake your head before climbing out of the car. “Don’t starve the cats while I’m gone. Oh! And Soonie still needs his lactobacillus-“

Your dad brushes it off with a sheepish smile, “I’ll leave it to your mom, muffin, I can’t even remember which dry food is for which cat. I also don’t think they’ll be starving anytime soon, those little demons are getting quite fat actually since your brother spoils them all the time.” You can only give him a mere eye-roll because as much as he claims to hate having pets, there have been countless times when you caught your dad red-handed trying to tuck the cats into bed in the middle of the night.

Felix soon catches up with your steps after bidding him farewell, crumpling the sandwich wrapper in his palm. “Wait up, muffin,” he says breathlessly with a few skips, starting to think about not skipping dance practice again this summer before his body gets out of shape.

“Shut up,” you grumble, followed by a harsh elbow jabbed into his side. Felix grunts in pain, slowing down a little but still tries to walk side by side with you nonetheless. “You don’t deserve that complimentary breakfast, I’m telling mom to cut your portion off next time.”

“Ah! Come on, muffin! You’re being mean.”

Your biggest fear has inevitably come true—after all those years of erratic mood swings and other weird things puberty puts you through, Felix still makes fun of you for the nickname that your parents came up with on your first day of school. It doesn’t help with the fact that he meets them quite often too. Like four out of seven days a week since your parents love coming over to each other’s house for dinner.

“Flip that scowl upside down now, will you?” Felix cups your cheeks and squishes them together, attempting to make your smile by tugging at the corners of your lips. “Aren’t you excited about the trip?”

You scoff at him, “Are you even hearing yourself? My entire existence reeks off ‘excitement’ 24/7.”

“That’s bullshit.”

“I’m not responsible for whatever happens next to your face.”

But when you reach up to peel his hands away, you’re bound to make a grave mistake by looking straight into his eyes. The morning light hits his face at the right angle and it makes him look like a puppy—which you wouldn't mind starting at all day. Although it’s not like you haven’t got a good look at him before, something’s different today. From the way his irises twinkle gently like thousands of celestial bodies to how his freckles scattered across his cheekbones like the remaining bits from a supernova, his full lips with a prominent Cupid’s bow and his cute crooked teeth.

You know all of these things; perhaps you’ve never put too much thought into them before. Not when you’re constantly facepalming at him for doing stupid TikTok dances and trying to eat a banana with its peel on. But now when you actually acknowledge them, your heart momentarily skips a beat. Or two.

Doesn’t matter, you hate this feeling either way.

“Get a room, this is disgusting to watch.”

Seungmin steps in between you two with his backpack slung over his shoulders, hands resting on his hip like he’s babysitting you and your biological parents don’t pay him enough for this tedious job. But Felix is too busy making sure that his eyes aren’t malfunctioning when he sees a pink tint on your cheeks to focus on whatever nonsense Seungmin is spewing at him.

“Get on the bus, losers! Y’all are embarrassing me!” Hyunjin yells as he plants a foot onto the bus, trying his best not to be subtle about the fact that all of your classmates have already been seated.

You can practically see Jisung making weird faces from the window and next to him is a very cranky-looking Jeongin with his earbuds plugged in, deciding not to tolerate any chit-chatting this morning. It’s a shame how the school’s always on a low budget when it comes to transportation; consequently, some random freshmen got squeezed in with your class.

So you elect to ignore your friend’s questionable behaviors (sometimes you wonder what he’s on to be this zealous at six in the morning) and grabs Felix's hand to climb onto the vehicle before coach Kim kicks your ass for slowing the schedule down.

As you shuffle down the narrow aisle, you quickly realize there are only two seats left at the very back—basically, you feel a little guilty for not getting a good spot for Felix but he doesn’t seem to mind because he taps you on the shoulder lightly, signaling for you to move.

“Ugh, I wanna go home,” you sigh, slumping into your seat after tucking your backpack neatly on the small compartment above.

“You’re boring,” Felix comments flatly but he’s partially glad that he got to sit with you instead of some blabberer. “Need this?” Fishing his earphones out of his backpack, he wiggles the banana milk case in front of your face.

You only nod lazily at the offer, causing him to huff in disbelief before slipping in a side of his AirPods into your ear. You both have pretty similar taste in music so you don’t mind when he puts one of his playlists on random and Fly Me to the Moon bleeds into your eardrums. The soft melody makes you yawn a little, eyelids getting droopy.

“Tired.” Is the only warning Felix gets before you decide to drop your head onto his shoulders, slipping your arm around his torso comfortably like it’s a pillow. You personally don’t do cuddles but since he’s into those things and smells nice—very fruity, somewhat musky too, you might as well take advantage of that with the hope of sleeping throughout the entire ride.

“What is wrong with you today?” he asks with glowing cheeks.

“Shh shh, I’m recharging my battery.”

Felix is a little flustered, to say the least. But instead of complaining about your sudden clinginess, he rests his head on top of yours like second nature, allowing his childhood song to drown out some of the background chatters.

You should really be clingy more often… though he’s not gonna risk his pearly white teeth by telling you that.

five.

Your school actually knows how to manage money in a smart way. Shocker, you know.

You are thrown off upon hearing that no one needs to worry about the grizzly bears, or wolves (hey, one can never be too careful) because everyone gets to share a log cabin with a maximum of three other people.

In fact, the camp counselors have confirmed that even though they’re throwing a bunch of inexperienced, dumb high schoolers smacked in the middle of the wilderness, there’s really nothing to do other than boring team-building exercises...and fishing. In other words, the only creature that can somewhat do harm to you is mosquitoes.

It’s been pouring nonstop when your classmates tried to set up the campfire with coach Kim screaming into their eardrums last night, no wonder those little shit are thriving to make your life more miserable—they’re in their element, reproducing at a terrifying pace.

“Jesus Christ, Y/N!”

Hyunjin clutches a hand to his chest in both relief and terror after realizing the curled up figure sitting by the window is just you. He steps inside the cabin completely and flings his wet bangs away from his face, shoving the umbrella in his hand into a stand by the shoe rack. “You look like shit, are you okay?” he furrows his brows, slightly concerned about your eyebags and the way your lips crack from dehydration.

A soulless smile finds its way to your face. “I’m pretty sure ‘shit’ and ‘okay’ aren’t supposed to be in the same sentence but thank you for asking, I appreciate it.”

Here’s another downside to being a homebody: you can’t fucking sleep on any other beds that aren’t yours. And surprisingly that two-hour nap on the bus wasn’t enough to fuel you for the rest of the trip. But lucky you, it’s most likely going to keep raining cats and dogs and trash pandas for the rest of the day. Outdoor activities are no longer mandatory and you can almost hear your non-existent muscles crying in sheer joy.

“Drink,” Hyunjin sighs at your pathetic state and decides to toss a water bottle in your direction.

However, all you do is retrieve your limbs deeper into Felix’s fluffy blanket since he refused to use the grey one that’s draped over every bed beforehand. You’re far beyond grateful for that because those fading, questionable-looking stains just scare the crap out of you. And also because the fluffy blanket smells like him; you rest your case.

“You were knocked out for the entire bus ride, so why the hell can’t you fall asleep on a decent bed?” Shaking his head, Hyunjin plops himself onto Jisung’s bed like a potato, accidentally knocking over the neatly folded pile of clothes. He really doesn’t give two flying fucks about the fact that his friend spent an excessive ten minutes to organize his stuff so coach Kim won’t be barging into their cabin with a megaphone at five in the morning again.

“She can only fall asleep on Felix, that’s why.” You roll your eyes in the bitchiest way possible, not bothering to chuck the abandoned water bottle at the unwanted guest of this terrific conversation.

Hyunjin almost lets out a shriek when Seungmin jolts up from his bed, hair messy, a leg sticking out from his comforter. “You know, until this exact moment, I thought that you were dead or something.”

“What I’m trying to say is,” Seungmin elaborates as he bends over to reach for his glasses with squinted eyes. “There’s a 99,9% that Felix will make the first move but at the same time, it doesn’t mean the other 0,01% won’t happen so you,” he jabs his index finger towards you. “Better be doing something other than walking around camp like a zombie.”

Hyunjin tilts his head in confusion. “Since when was this even a thing?” You’re this close to have a permanent hand imprint on your forehead for facepalming every two seconds with your idiotic friends around.

“Uhh, since forever?” Seungmin feels the need to voice out. “Listen, since the day Y/N spilled orange juice on Felix’s favorite shirt, the amount of times they’re forced to be together has risen tremendously. And when their parents found out their families live like ten minutes away from each other, they practically see each other every single day. Even outside of school. They tolerate each other, meaning the dynamic is long-lasting. Their bonding encouraged friendship.”

“But we’re her friends too?”

A deep breath. “No, their friendship was incited to grow into something bigger, more profound because Felix has a special ‘click’ with Y/N that he doesn’t with us. God, Hyunjin, it’s been what, almost a decade! How could you not see it?” Seungmin says with expressive hands, almost yanking every strand of hair off of his head. It’s too early for this, his brain is about to implode. Hwang Hyunjin being dense just feels like a metaphoric chokehold to him.

“Y/N,” Hyunjin simply ignores his frustrated friend to look over at you slipping into your sneakers. “You’re being uncharacteristically non-hyperverbal.”

“That’s because she’s about to either shut the door in my face then find Felix or kick my ass and then find Felix,” Seungmin informs with a yawn, and this prompts you to muster a fake smile.

Oh, I’m fucking livid.

“You know me too well.”

He questions with heavy irony, “I’m sorry did you just agree with me?”

“Oh no, no, I take that back,” you brush him off. “Is Felix still outside fishing?”

“I think so?” Hyunjin replies while running a hand through his hair in mere distress; Felix’s competitiveness goes a little mayhem sometimes when it comes to Jisung being better than him at something since they’re so close. That’s one of the sole reasons why Felix always manages to maintain his flying GPA because Han Jisung procrastinates like no other but still tops his class every single semester.

“I didn’t find him at the lake, though, wonder where he went.”

You widen your eyes, somewhat alarmed since it’s almost lunchtime, and Felix Lee never, and you mean never, ever let himself skip a meal. He always gets a nice nap after stuffing his face with enough good food too, so that’s a bonus. But that’s not the point, the point is: you’re starting to get a little worried because he’s been fishing all morning, wandering alone in the wilderness without a camp counselor.

You’d better not find him sleeping with the fishes.

six.

Maybe you were right, maybe Felix is a dumbass.

Because listening to his ego and coming back to the lake after breakfast was a horrendous idea.

It’s such a pity how those weird-looking vehicles have stopped driving around camp the moment it started pouring outside. Heck, he didn’t even bring an umbrella after asking the coach to check today's forecast.

So tragically, he’s now stuck underneath the canopy of a cafe ensuing coursing his way through the water blizzard and seeking refuge but can’t walk back to his cabin where his cabin-mates are probably having the time of their life drinking hot chocolate and nibbling on hand-picked fruits.

Felix exhales in torment while gazing outside, everything’s completely white-out thanks to droplets of raining streaking the horizon. Perhaps dashing back might be his one solitary option, but shivers soon run up his spine again, reminding him that he’s probably looking like a wet rat—his black Converse sodden, water seeping through the thin fabric of his uniform, numbing his skin.

Ruffling his wet fringe, Felix’s hand fishes inside his pocket to look for his phone only to realize that it’s not there. “Shit...great..just great, today is my lucky day.” Even if the camp counselors didn’t confiscate all the electronic devices, there wouldn’t be any service in the middle of the woods either. Splendid.

“Ugh, Y/N,” he groans under his breath. “Why did you let me do this?”

“Shit.”

“AHH!”

Felix shrieks upon the tiny voice squeaking out from behind him. And he sighs in pure relief to see a little girl standing mere inches away, looking no more than a seven-year-old dressed in a yellow raincoat. “Hey kid,” he chuckles and crouches down to her eye level. “Where are your parents? You’re not supposed to be out here alone when it’s pouring like crazy.”

And to his dismay, “Shit,” the little girl giggles, finding a new profound interest in the curse word that he accidentally spewed out seconds ago.

“Shh shh,” Felix frantically places an index finger on his lips while darting his eyes around in terror—he might be sued if her parents found out how their daughter picked up a bad word from some random high schooler. Suddenly he feels bad for his future kids. “No, no, we can’t say that. It’s forbidden. What’s your name?”

“Mina,” she answers cutely and fiddles with the ends of her braids. “Who’s Y/N? Is she your girlfriend?”

Felix chokes on his own saliva. “...no, why would you say that?”

“I don’t know, my dad always calls my mom’s name when he messes things up.”

“What does that have to do with- oh, shit,” he facepalms himself. This kid is going to give him a cardiac arrest any second now. “It doesn’t matter if she’s my girlfriend or not, what matters is I need to get you back to your parents. Do you know where they are right now?”

Mina simply shakes her head with a pout. “Okay, let’s go find them then,” he can’t help but cracks a smile, ruffling her hair endearingly. Most kids would be bawling their eyes out by now knowing that they’ve strayed from their parents; she’s a tough one.

Felix gently grabs Mina’s hand, biting down on his lower lip as he prays that a cold doesn’t catch up to him tomorrow and ready to dash out of the canopy that’s been keeping him dry for the last hour or two. But then a figure comes into view from afar, holding an umbrella while squinting their eyes through the thick streaks of rain.

“Y/N..?” he mutters to himself in disbelief when you quickly skip underneath the canopy, collapsing the red umbrella in your hands. Felix recognizes that umbrella anywhere—isn’t that Hyunjin’s? Have you been looking for him? And for how long too?

“Didn’t even think about bringing an umbrella, smartass,” you say with a raised eyebrow. “Oh dear, who do we have here?” Before Felix can defend himself in vain with lame excuses, you’ve already taken your attention off him to stare at the unfamiliar presence. Your intense gaze scares Mina a little, causing the little girl to squeeze Felix’s hand, hiding behind his leg.

Your friend laughs, patting her little head in reassurance. “Mina, this is Y/N, my classmate. Don’t let her intimidate you.”

“Are you really going to bother with this little one?” you scrunch your nose a bit. “We’re having pork rib soup, by the way, better hurry if you don’t want Han to hog your portion all to himself.”

Felix rolls his eyes at how utterly apathetic you are towards children. If you can get a perfect A in calc then why is it so hard to simply comprehend that every twelve-year-old needs to be returned to their hypothetical parents safely? “What part of ‘a common sense of morality’ can’t you understand?”

“I don’t want to, actually, sounds like a lot of work,” you hum sarcastically.

“Your girlfriend is scary,” Mina ensconces herself further behind your friend, officially detecting you as a threat rather than someone who will potentially bring her back to the cabin where her parents are probably flipping the whole place upside down in a panic—which is exactly what you’re planning to do.

In your defense, you don’t detest kids in general. Only the bratty ones. And Mina is borderline bratty.

“You know, I can spare her some time, Lost and Found is like..ten minutes away from here.”

“Y/N-” Felix wants to scream at you, rubbing the side of his temple in distress. Imagining you babysitting your neighbor’s newborn last summer with nine bucks per hour, ten hours per day, and five out of seven days per week is one of the few things that constantly keeps him from having a good night's sleep. It baffles him how you haven’t accidentally drowned the infant while giving her a bath.

Mina gives the side of his jeans a tug, round eyes staring up at him expectantly. “Or we can get juice pops!” she exclaims happily and looks over to you, mustering her best puppy eyes. “Please? I don’t want to be alone..”

“Twenty seconds ago, you called me scary and now you’re guilt-tripping me?” you crouch down to get a good look at the kid. Bright, innocent brown eyes, cute button nose, and a chipped front tooth—perhaps she’s a little too cute to not get her juice pops.

Then, “And juice pops too? You evil mad mind genius,” you say after standing up to unfold Hyunjin’s umbrella, swinging it over the top of your head. “That’s extortion, kid, you’re too young for that.”

Felix breaks into a fit of giggles upon seeing you failing at trying to keep a straight face and steps in beside you under the umbrella. His next problem just pops up right then and there—Mina can’t squeeze in considering the umbrella that Hyunjin gave you is solely used for one person.

“Mina, hop on here,” he decides to get on his knees, permitting the little girl to clumsily climb on his back and eventually plopping herself onto his shoulders.

“Oh, oh, oh, can you two hold hands?” Mina suggests with a shit-eating grin on her face. This causes Felix’s cheeks to burn with a bright shade of red while you’re too busy throwing daggers at her with your eyes to notice. “My family does this all the time, my dad would carry me on his shoulders and my mom would hold his hand as we walk home after going to the park.”

You and Felix yell simultaneously, “We’re not your parents!!” But that doesn’t seem to scare the little girl. You’re both just encouraging her.

“Yip yip, horsey, don’t be disobedient now,” she giggles to herself and pulls at a solid patch of Felix’s hair, making you cringe because his hair and scalp have already had enough from his questionable obsession with bright hair colors.

“Ow! Mina! Stop it! Ow!”

“Okay quit torturing my friend,” you tell her and decide to slip your hand in with Felix’s, intertwining your fingers to secure the grip before showing it to Mina so that she’ll stop before any blood is drawn. “There, we’re holding hands just like your mommy and daddy, you happy?”

Felix doesn’t say anything even when Mina nods happily, releasing her monstrous grip off his poor scalp. He only lets you tug him away from the canopy of the cafe as he gazes downward, eyes glued to how your hand fits into his perfectly. The sound of rain tapping against the umbrella suddenly bugs him, suffocating him in a way. In other words, it’s really unnatural to think this way about his best friend but he doesn't want you to let go at all.

Everything seems to move faster when you’re holding onto his hand so certainly. Felix thinks you’re fully aware but try to fight off the voices that are taunting you to just drop it. And truth is, you can care less because your head is now far too fuzzy to focus on anything but the road ahead.

You pray he doesn’t feel the pounding rhythm from your veins. If your red ears haven’t given it away already.

seven.

Jisung has weird friends, that’s a fact. And no, you’re not talking about the gang that saved his ass every time he got into trouble aka you plus JeongMinLixJin. You’re talking about those kids from Class 2C that are mutual friends with Changbin.

Because the moment Jisung barges into the cabin and starts babbling nonsense that you can’t comprehend (not that you can comprehend any of his shit on the daily), you know that he just came back from a get together with those sketchy dudes who managed to sneak some booze inside a shampoo bottle.

“Uhm okay, who gave Felix alcohol?” he squints his eyes hard.

You are more than aware that Jisung is mildly smashed by the way that his cheeks are tinted with a light shade of coral, hiccupping every ten seconds and slightly more clumsy with his feet. He almost tripped over the rug at the front door if it weren’t for Hyunjin who caught him in time so that he wouldn’t break one of his precious teeth. Those painful years of constantly slurping on watery porridge after every dentist appointment to tighten his braces shouldn’t be going down the drain.

Speaking of bland rice water, that’s all Felix has been fed with after returning to camp because he has no choice. The sickness finally caught up to him as a result of staying outside for too long while still dressed in his rain-soaked uniform. Even under the cotton comforter, he’s radiating heat on the outside but stoically shivering on the inside, his energy level is as diminished as his appetite.

The nurse said there’s really nothing that can be done but give him some pills and let him ride it out so now Felix’s all curled up in a corner of his bed, cheeks burning flush of fever, coughing and sneezing occasionally. He refuses to be moved to a completely separate cabin because sleeping alone in a confined place knowing that the grizzly bears might be roaming outside your door is quite frightening for a junior in high school.

“God, what makes you think I’m the batshit drunk one here?” Felix croaks, his voice more hoarse and gruff than usual because every word pains him, his vocal cords pulse in agony at each syllable. And that sentence was probably the longest thing you’ve heard from him since dinner.

Jisung lets Hyunjin toss him onto his bed, face down, and props himself up on his forearms. “Uhh, have you checked yourself the mirror?” he hiccups, words a bit slurred, palms outstretched in a grabby motion. “Seungmin, water- ow! What the fuck was that!?”

He rubs the side of his head while babbling incoherently like a fucking five-year-old because Seungmin decided to chuck a water bottle at him. Those years of playing baseball during retreats indeed paid off.

“I went for the head,” Seungmin looks up from his book calmly, acting innocent.

Jisung whines and turns to his side, watching as the water bottle rolls back towards him after coming in contact with the wall. “God, I miss Minho. You guys suck,” he takes it before sitting right up but flops himself back down when a pang of pain claws at his temple. Who even allowed him to drink?

“Didn’t he make your high school experience miserable?” Hyunjin laughs, sitting down on the corner of his bed, legs curled into his chest.

“Hello? That was me,” Seungmin clarifies, he sounds a little offended. “He called me a nerd for studying late at the library for our finals! Our fucking finals! Do you know how insecure my freshman self was? I was so hurt!”

You cross your arms and mumble, “He’s the same guy who treated you ice-cream after finding out you got a B in physics.”

Hyunjin hums, butting into the topic, “And he made me do fifty push-ups because I unintentionally skipped a day at practice. Our Dance Club really didn’t need a president who effortlessly snatches the Asshole of the Year Award like he’s stealing candies from a kid.”

“Please, you’re practically buddies now,” you scoff. “You always play Mario Kart and rewatch the Avatar series with him, even during midterms!”

“Oh! Oh! Oh!” Jisung suddenly gets on his feet, jumping up and down like a maniac. You’re highly concerned for the bed by the creaking sound that it’s making—sounds just like something straight out of a horror film. “He almost threw a knife at me!”

You’re running out of excuses to defend your stupid brother at this rate. What’s the point in trying anyway? “Han, it was a plastic knife, chill.”

Jisung crawls off his bed to approach you, pinching his thumb and index finger together before shoving them to your face. “I was this close to dying! You try having someone threaten to throw a knife at you during lunch break,” he complains like it’s the end of the world. Truth is, you’ve seen (and experienced) worse things.

“Minho’s still my brother.”

Staring at you, Jisung looks unimpressed. “He wanted to kill me because I commented on his puffy cheeks that day.”

“He’s adopted.”

The conversation is pulled to a halt right there when Felix does a full-body groan, his head spinning and sweats starting to collect at his hairline. With his mind buzzed like he’s floating, the bickering only adds to the pressure that’s squeezing each of his functioning brain cells. In other words, it feels as though Han Jisung is a fucking hamster going on a marathon across his body, nibbling on his limbs and ears as he’s going through a hangover, his immune system going on a rampage.

Felix doesn’t even drink.

“That’s my call for a bedtime story.” You glare at Jisung when he clears his throat while you’re attempting to tuck Felix into bed, pressing your palm against his forehead to check his temperature. It’s not climbing anymore, he should be okay after sweating everything out.

Hyunjin pulls his friend back onto his bed, locking his limbs in tight before he waddles around and potentially breaks one of those decorative pieces on the bookshelf. “Not to burst your ego, but I don’t think you’re sober enough to give us a good story,” he says unapologetically.

“Puh-lease,” Jisung lets out the weirdest chuckle at that, wagging his forearm like those Japanese ceramic cat figures that are supposed to bring people good fortune; and Han Jisung is notorious for bringing people anything but good fortune. “They didn’t even have vodka, only Strongbow. That shit is too weak for me.”

You snort involuntarily, “Actually, I think you meant you’re too weak for those bottles of cider.”

“Wow, Y/N, what a snake.”

eight.

The bonfire crackles, flaring up to life when coach Kim tosses a lit matchstick into the pyramid pile of branches and woods. The flame projects long shadows of the trees all round along, swirling and curling in obscure shapes with the high schoolers that each hugs their own cup of hot cocoa, chomping on their marshmallows of choice.

Glowing embers beneath are colored by the inferno that seems to be moving with the rhythm and melody of the song that they’re all singing along, drumming their feet and bobbing their heads simultaneously.

“Are you guys sure you don’t want to join them?” Felix says apologetically after sneezing into a piece of tissue, his nose all red and swollen. “I can just… I don’t know, read a book or something.”

When he refers to those oddly colorful and rather bulky-looking books on the shelves, Seungmin immediately stops putting a cookie inside his mouth midway. “Those are called ‘aesthetically useless interior decoration’, Lix. Good luck trying to open those plastic blocks,” he expresses with his hands after stuffing the cookie into his mouth, chewing rather aggressively.

Felix feels quite bad because, for all he knows, Hyunjin and Seungmin have been planning on going kayaking today and trying out volleyball tomorrow. You’re all going home in two days yet they’ve done nothing but pigging out in pure distress. “Still, it’s a summer camp, you all should be out there having fun, not stuck inside to look after me while tolerating...that,” he quietly looks over at Jisung who just exited the bathroom after splashing his face with some water.

At least he doesn’t look crazy and homeless now.

“How are they doing that again?” you join Hyunjin as he rests his head lazily on his forearms, staring outside from the cabin’s window like Rapunzel in an alternative universe where Flynn Rider managed to escape the tower with the crown, leaving her behind longing for civil human interactions in vain.

“They sing..” he drawls. “And turn their heads to look at each other in the eye.”

You wave it off absentmindedly, falling on your back so now your head is hung upside down from the bed, your arms dangling midair. “Well, that sounds exhausting,” you mumble, ignoring the way that Seungmin is internally judging you.

Hyunjin sighs, “Never one for sentiment, are you?”

“Easier to let it burn,” you answer flatly, sitting upright when blood starts rushing to your head.

“Don’t feel bad,” Seungmin immediately forces a smile at Felix. “We’re not really into sitting with a bunch of idiots just to enjoy a mildly decent hot cocoa either way.”

Suddenly the lights go out, and Felix immediately curls himself further into the blanket, a little thrown off. Jisung’s face comes into view out of nowhere when he makes a grab for the oil lamp that no one seems to take notice of, lighting it up with a single match. “C’mon, kids, no bonfire is complete without a good ghost story,” he crosses his legs on the floor happily, still somewhat tipsy so his body is bouncing in excitement with occasional hiccups.

Hyunjin and Seungmin exchange questionable looks before scrambling to the floor, settling themselves a few solid inches in front of the oil lamp with a sigh while you only shrug at Felix, propping your head onto your hands. Laziness is starting to hold you hostage on Hyunjin’s bed at this rate.

Seungmin spares Jisung a slight glare, “Better not bullshit us with the same one that you heard at school-”

“No,” Jisung’s lips morph into something similar to a smirk, he looks concerningly confident for someone who’s utterly terrified after watching IT. And now he’s attempting to give his bros who are equally jumpy about everything and anything, you’re excited to see how this goes. “I heard this one from a camp counselor, true story.” You definitely don’t like the sound of that.

At first, the ghost was no more than a chill in the air, a shimmer of mist to the common eyes. Through the heavy rain and fog that seeps through people’s skin, chilling the core of their bones, it slowly came into focus. It wasn’t until the camper found refuge under a canopy of an abandoned café that it congealed into a form—a small child with brilliant round eyes, dressed in white clothing.

For a moment, all was silent and still. It was as though the camper got hypnotized, feet planted to the ground. Then, he could hear a small lullaby in a cheerful voice.

“Oranges and Lemons say the bells of St.Clements…” They know how that one ended.

Suddenly someone blows out the candle, but Jisung’s voice still rings in your eardrums. “When the camper took a step back, the ghost spoke again, this time with the voice almost of a smoker and grin…” You can feel Hyunjin hop back to bed with you in a tick of a clock, holding onto you for dear life with the infrequent whimpers of fear.

Jisung proceeds to continue, “The grin soon became a snarl, baring teeth like a wolf when it finished the lullaby…”

A muffled silence descends. And, “Have you come to play…?”

“AHHH!!” Felix lets out a petrified shriek, but what confuses you is the sound of Jisung grunting rather in pain. Seungmin sighs in disapproval, flickering the lights on while leaning back against the wall.

And now before your eyes is a slightly traumatized, feverish Felix with clattering teeth, quivering inside his blanket. Whereas, Jisung is sprawled across the floor, hugging his poor stomach, hacking up lungs. Deserve.

“This is why you don’t give people who can high-kick jump scares, dumbass,” Seungmin comments and crouches down in front of Jisung like his knight in shiny armors, letting a bottle of ointment dangle between his fingers. “Put this on, bet it’s already bruising.”

Hyunjin releases his arms around you and walks towards the freckled boy who looks like he’s about to slip into a coma. “Lix, are you okay?” he knits his brows together, starting to feel somewhat concerned.

Felix only waves it off with a raspy laugh, standing on wobbly legs with his blanket still wrapped around his figure. “I’m fine, I’ll just go wash my face.” Truth is, he’s anything but fine. And it doesn’t help when he accidentally has a glance of his own reflection in the body-length mirror from across the cabin—his hair is sticking to his forehead, his face is slightly more puffy than usual, and his eyebags look like he hasn’t slept in decades—he looks worse than a trash can, basically.

“Hyunjin,” you raise a brow at your friend’s current state.

“What?”

“Catch him.”

“Huh-” Hyunjin snaps his head back when a loud thud is heard, eyes growing twice as big in sheer panic upon the sight of Felix laying on his stomach, mere inches away from his feet. “Felix!!” Your friends rush to his side while you’re too busy checking the thermometer by his nightstand. The temperature doesn’t seem to be too alarming, he should be fine after sleeping and sweating it out. But really, Felix looks more like he’s having the nap of a lifetime rather than passing out from the worst fever of the century. That doesn’t stop everyone from freaking out, unfortunately.

Also, everyone can agree that this is the first and last storytime to ever happen.

nine.

Felix sits on the beach, eyes moving from sand to stone, from rock pools to breaking waves. He lets out a sigh, an exhale of relief when a breeze passes by him, tousling his hair as he buries his feet deeper into the primrose-colored grains. The briny aroma that exists in every fiber of air makes him feel at ease, as though unknotting all his angsty-teenager worries with grace. He feels a bit better, partially because his fever has already gone down when he shook you out of your half-asleep state at four in the morning.

“Why?” you ask without turning your head after sensing his tense posture.

Felix looks confused, a little startled when you break the silence. “Why what?”

“Why the long face?” you unknowingly exhale too, stubbornly gazing forward. “Thinking about something?” For some reason, you’re too...scared to even spare him a small glance. This isn’t you, did his fever rub off on you or something?

To your dismay, his sudden inquiry catches you off guard. “High school is going to be over in a year, have you thought about what to do?”

You open your mouth to protest with something along the line of he’s overthinking again and there’s still an entire year ahead to make new memories but when you’re about to utter the first word, your mouth automatically snaps itself close. It’s like you have an entire masterpiece planned out in your mind but when someone tosses you a blank canvas, you’re standing there in defeat like the biggest idiot. Felix is serious this time, you know it’s not because he’s lightheaded after riding out the fever.

“Honestly?” you breathe out. “No, I haven’t. God, I don’t even want to think about it, the future scares me a little.”

Upon the mossed rock and vibrant horizon, comes the sun rays that are promised by the starlit sky. It makes you both a little breathless, not exchanging a single word nor moving a muscle for a while.

Until, “Fine, it scares me a whole lot,” you confess, gaze cast downward as you hug your legs closer to your chest. “It sucks because everyone seems to have their lives together, Jisung is finally taking his interest in music seriously, Hyunjin is planning on being an actual theater kid, and Seungmin is...I don’t know, but he’s definitely onto something. Point is, everyone is already one too many steps ahead of me, I’m just..here, stuck. And I don’t feel like I have-”

“A lot of time left.” Felix finishes your sentence, prompting you to look at him this time. His delicate features shine under the cracking lights of dawn, starry eyes twinkling and lips outstretched into the smile that you absolutely adore. He has such a contagious type of smile that it makes you feel a little less dead inside whenever you see it. But your heartbeat also grows a little more ecstatic.

A hearty chuckle. “You’re not alone, you know,” he says while not breaking away from the eye contact, this makes your throat grow dry. “I still have so much to do, so much to...say yet too little time. So yeah, don’t think about it too much, I’m never gonna leave you behind no matter what.”

You have to hold back a playful scoff at that; and to think he was the one who brought up this sappy topic. “If anything, you’re the overthinker in this relationship,” you tell him with a nudge on his rib. “But if you’ve already had my back, then you should know that I’ll always have yours too.”

Because what would you do without an overthinker like Felix? Drowning your sorrow by stress-eating in the middle of the night? Bottoming out on questionable drinks to end up like Han Jisung? Winging every single important choice that can potentially flip your life upside down in either a good or bad way? Not in a million years. He knows that you need him as much as he needs you, harsh truth but you still hate it either way.

You both don’t look forward to the future, like at all.

You’re too apathetic and overall just a big ‘meh’ about it. You’re the type of person that goes with the flow, letting life toss you around like a ragdoll until you finally snap at some point to fight back because you know where the line between giving up and knowing that you’ve had enough is. Meanwhile, Felix is rather anxious about things. If a piece of paper with a pencil can draw out the map of his entire destiny ahead then he’ll have it finished in one night. But he’s grown out of his middle school self to know that things don’t always go as planned.

Guess if things turn out to be shit, you’ll still have him.

“Does that mean if we’re still single in our thirties, you’ll marry me like how our parents always joke about?” Felix cracks a shit-eating grin this time, one that makes your heart swell but for the most part, you wanna whack him unconscious with a pillow.

You sneer in return, “Sure, but you’ll have to fall for me first.”

There’s a pang in Felix’s chest, it’s so loud and evident that he’s afraid you might hear it. You really didn’t have to slap him in the face with that seemingly harmless statement. “Hmm, who would even fall for a stubborn hermit crab like you?” he jokes to hide the nervousness that’s crawling upon his spine. His ears are probably bright red right now. “Although...that wouldn’t be a problem with me.” Because he’s already fallen for you, a little too hard actually.

“What does that even mean?” you only hum after questioning his statement, nothing makes sense right now since you’re getting a little sleepy because a certain someone wanted to watch the sunrise which simply lasted for about two minutes after two(ish) hours of waiting.

“I don’t know,” Felix laughs before standing up, dusting the sand off of his jeans. “You go figure it out, smartass.” With that, he runs off with his Converses dangling between his fingers, leaving you dumbfounded in the middle of the beach like a total dimwit. Slowly, within those five seconds of making eye contact with your best friend again, his words zero in on you like a wakeup call.

Urgently grabbing your sneakers, you chase after him. “Hey- wait! GET BACK HERE!” By looks of it, you’ve probably figured it out now. It’s not like he’s trying to be subtle either.

Felix feels like he just gained strength from spewing out that indirect confession, and it gives him a tiny ray of hope that he still has his entire youth before his eyes to tell you how he really feels. Or his whole life if you don’t start resenting him for crossing the line that no one dares talk about when they have a thing for their best friend.

Either way, as long as Felix sees your presence side by side with him at every ups and downs, he’s home.

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The alluring charm of Henry Cavill - Chapter 11

Summary: Over a cup of coffee, the two try to clear the air between them, but is Adelaide ready to forgive Henry after what he has done to her?

Henry Cavill x Adelaide Park (ofc)

Wordcount: 3k

Warnings: None

A/N: Today is my birthday, so I decided to bless you guys with a new chapter 🥰 I hope you enjoy and i love to read your thoughts about it. Next chapter is the Epilogue and then it’s all over 😭🥺

Masterlist // Previous chapter // Epilogue

The second the door of the limo closes behind me, I let out a deep sigh. Oh no, oh no, oh no, I think to myself. What happened out there? I didn’t expect to see Henry. I watched him on the screen since he was nominated for best actor and when he won, I couldn’t tear my eyes off of him. Thankfully I was hidden pretty well behind Brad Pitt, so Henry couldn’t see me, however: I could still see him.

He looked so handsome in his black velvet suit, his curls smoothed out and hearing him thanking his family and the director, made me me realize how much I missed him. Over the last couple of months, I’ve been keeping myself busy with filming, touring for the movie and doing tons of interviews with David. Since I was around my best friend so much, I barely had time to think about Henry and my heartbreak.

Yes, I saw pictures of him on my Instagram explore page. Yes, I saw his statement. Yes, I saw him nearly murdering the interviewer with his eyes when my name was mentioned.

However I didn’t let that get to my head. I skillfully managed to push my feelings aside about the issue and decided to simply realize that it was screen Henry. A Henry Cavill far far away from me.

But now he was right here. I could reach out with my hand and touch him. I wanted to, really. To touch his beautiful face, to feel his strong hands on my cheeks and his lips against mine. I realized how much I was yearning for his touch.

‘You okay?’ David asks me, causing me to snap out of my thoughts about Henry.

I quickly nod. ‘Mhm, I’m okay,’ I tell him, but I don’t even believe it myself. I’m not okay. I feel like crying or jumping out of the limo to rush back and hug Henry and kiss him.

However, I’m still remembering the hurtful words. Henry Cavill betrayed me on television for the world to see.

‘Are you sure?’ David pushes.

I let out a deep sigh. ‘It just felt so familiar, you know?’ I admit, knowing that David will drag it out of me, one way or another. ‘Talking to Henry… I thought it would be awkward and terrible, but it felt so right.’

He chuckles. ‘I could see in your eyes that you still like him a lot and this only confirmed my suspicions: you miss him like crazy.’

‘Shut up, David,’ I mumble.

‘Am I right?’

Yes. ‘No, it’s been months. I’m so over him.’

‘Such a liar,’ he laughs, as the limo drives off. ‘Just a question: aren’t you being a little too hard on him?’

I scoff. ‘Is this some sort of bro code I’m not aware of? He talked shit about me behind my back and the entire world found out about it, the same way and time I did.’

‘Easy there, tiger,’ David says, leaning back in his seat. ‘He did keep his end of the bargain. He never spoke about you, he wrote a statement that was very considerate towards you and from the looks of it: he misses you a lot.’

I shake my head. ‘He doesn’t.’

‘I can recognize the look of love from anywhere, Park. That man still loves you like crazy.’

‘He loves me?’ I can’t help but laugh out of utter disbelieve. ‘For fuck’s sake, David, we had a tiny thing we rushed into.’

He ignores my statement. ‘You sound awfully defensive. If this was just a tiny thing you two rushed into, tell me one thing: why are you even meeting with him?’

‘I do not sound defensive,’ I say to him, only confirming I actually did and still do. ‘He wanted to talk about this and I kinda agreed.’ I look to my side, only to see David already looking at me. ‘I want to clear the air between us.’

David nods. ‘I know you do.’

And for some weird reason, I feel tears building up in my eyes. A sniffle leaves my lips, followed by many more. ‘I’m sorry.’

‘Oh no,’ he says in a soothing tone. He scoots over and wraps his arms around my upper body. ‘It’s okay, Adelaide.’

‘I don’t even know why I’m crying.’

‘I do,’ he says, placing his chin on top of my head. ‘You miss him more than you want to admit. I saw the way your face turned pale when you would come across a picture of him. I saw you watching the trailer for his newest movie. Besides, you are not as mad at him as you want people to think, because if you were, you wouldn’t have agreed on talking to him at the afterparty, let alone meeting for coffee tomorrow.’

I simply nod, because this is the absolute truth. David knows me even better than I know myself and my motives. ‘You are right.’

‘Of course I am,’ David chuckles. ‘Adelaide, remember: whatever choice you make, it’ll be a good one and you don’t have to decide what you’ll do right there and then. You can think about it and I know for a fact that Henry will respect that. From the looks of it, he only wants what is best for you.’

I hate it when he is right. ‘I’m scared, David.’

‘I know you are and that is totally allowed.’ He cradles my face in his hand and wipes away some tears. ‘I can come with you if you want. Maybe that gives you the extra support you need.’

That doesn’t sound like a bad idea. ‘I want you to,’ I whisper.

‘Then I’ll go with you. And if you want me gone, just say so and I’ll move my ass. Or if I think I should go, I’ll go.’ He flashes me a smile and asks: ‘Remember what I told you when we started filming?’

I chuckle, before I nod. ‘You and I, we’re in this together.’

He pulls me back in a tight hug and I melt against his broad frame. ‘I’m your friend, Adelaide. Remember that.’

‘I will,’ I whisper, closing my eyes, already dreading tomorrow.

◎ ◎ ◎

I have missed Henry over these couple of months. I have been angry, I have been mad, of course, however… David is right: I don’t want to be mad at him anymore and if I’m being honest: I’m not. He made a terrible mistake, but he did keep his end of the bargain.

After I peeled off the white dress and got myself ready for the night, I crawl underneath the covers with my laptop open. I look up a new compilation of me and Henry during the Celebrity Project made by fans. It actually has the song ‘I Should’ve Told You’ by Fiji Blue, the same song I sang to Henry.

My eyes fill up with tears, as I see the memories flash by. Our first meeting. Our first swim. Me visibly growing more comfortable with him. The kiss on my leg, our real kiss on camera…

I’m dragged into the black hole of these types of compilations and this only confirms David’s suspicions, but it also reveals my true feelings about the entire situation. I close the laptop and let out a big sigh.

My phone start to ring and I look at my screen, only to discover a message from Henry.

Henry Cavill: Hi Adelaide, you know the Griddle?

I wipe away the leftover tears off my cheeks. I miss him. I miss him so much.

Adelaide: Yes, I do.

Henry Cavill: Want to meet there at 4?

Adelaide: Of course.

Adelaide: Henry, I’m a little nervous, so do you mind if I bring David with me?

Henry Cavill: No, of course not. Please bring him with you, if that helps you. I don’t mind.

Adelaide: Okay, good. See you tomorrow.

Henry Cavill: See you tomorrow.

◎ ◎ ◎

David squeezes my shoulder as we walk towards the Griddle Cafe. ‘I’d advise you to breath, Park,’ he says. ‘You don’t want to pass out on the both of us.’

‘Shut the fuck up.’

‘No need for hostility,’ he says, as he places his hand in the back of my neck. ‘You’ve got this. I guarantee.’

I look over to the side. ‘I’m sorry,’ I say. ‘Just really nervous.’

‘Do you want me to tell you an inappropriate joke or…?’

I can’t help but laugh. ‘Not necessary, thank you. Otherwise that will be all I think about probably.’

‘Well,’ he says, ‘at least you’re smiling again and a smile is a better look on you than a frown.’

I already see Henry sitting at a table and I stop walking. He looks so approachable, with his long sleeved shirt and his curls loose. From the looks of it, he is nervous well. He has his hands folded together and I can see him deeply exhaling from where I’m standing. ‘Walk ahead,’ I say to David. ‘I just have to think about this. Alone.’

David nods and walks off the table. He holds out his hand and shakes Henry’s, before sitting down. He starts a conversation, so effortlessly. When Henry looks over, I turn around so I don’t have to look at him yet. I shake my head as I nearly pull out all my hairs.

I missed him so much, I think to myself. I tried to get over him, but when I’m being real and honest with myself: I am simply not. Especially not after watching those clips. Maybe David was right: maybe we still love each other.

After a deep breath and some calming thoughts, I walk towards the table and Henry, the ever so gentleman, stands up. ‘Adelaide,’ he says. ‘Hi.’

‘Hi,’ I whisper. ‘Please, sit down.’

He waits when I’m seated before he does the same and a waiter walks to our table. We order our drinks and I straighten my back. I look at Henry. ‘What did you want to talk about?’

He lets out a sigh of relief, glad I’m starting the conversation. ‘I just wanted you to know how sorry I am.’

‘Henry, I already now that,’ I say.

‘Please,’ he says in a hoarse tone, ‘let me explain.’

I simply nod, because he sounds so desperate.

Henry clears his throat. ‘You were right that night,’ he says, ‘I should’ve told you about my earlier feelings towards you, when I told you I was falling in love with you. It’s not fair that I kept that from you, especially since you were opening up to me.’

‘Did you mean it?’ I ask. ‘That you were actually falling in love with me?’

He places his underarms on the table. ‘I did,’ he whispers. ‘Of course I meant it. You made me forget about everything that was ever bothering, you are the only one that makes me feel like I’m loved and understood. You gave me trust I wasn’t supposed to earn and yet I violated you.’

I look up from my hands and stare in his beautiful eyes. ‘Henry, it’s okay.’

‘No, it’s not,’ he tells me. ‘Adelaide, you were completely honest with me and opening up to me, while I wasn’t transparant.’

‘Why not?’

He swallows hard, his Adams apple bobbing up and down. ‘Because I didn’t think it would matter. I thought you would never find out. I mean, it was a private conversation.’

‘Well, you couldn’t help it,’ I whisper. ‘You didn’t know it was being recorded. It was indeed a private conversation.’

Henry rubs his face and laughs out of disbelieve. ‘Why are you so understanding?’

I don’t even know what to say. Why am I understanding? Isn’t that what I’m supposed to do when he is pouring out his heart like this?

David smiles. ‘Because she has a heart of gold.’

‘I don’t,’ I say.

David and Henry look at each other with a knowing look.

‘Henry,’ I say, ‘I’m not mad at you anymore. I haven’t really been mad at you. Okay, wait, I was mad for quite some time, because you did violated my trust. However, I can’t stay mad at you. You did gave me something amazing and that was the feeling of opening up to people. I open up to more people and it affects my relationships with people around me, in a positive way.’

My best friend nods. ‘Because of you, man.’ David looks at Henry and sends him a reassuring smile. The waiter brings us our drinks and David stands up. ‘I’ll be back in a minute. Think you two could use that.’ He flashes me a smile, before he takes his coffee with him and walks away from our table.

Henry and I stare at each other for awhile. He looks torn and broken and I stand up from my seat, before walking over and I sit next to him. He stiffens up and when I gently place my hand in the back of his neck, I not only feel his warm skin against my palm, but also how tense he is.

Poor guy.

‘You really hurt me, Henry,’ I whisper.

‘I know and for that I’m so terribly sorry.’

‘I know, but I can’t stay mad at you forever and I don’t even want to. Listen: I forgive you.’

His eyes are filled with pain and regret and I place my forehead against his.

‘I’m sorry I never gave you time to explain yourself.’

‘I didn’t deserve that,’ he says, ‘so please don’t apologize for that. You had every right to be as mad as you were.’

I open my mouth and finally I manage to whisper: ‘I love you, Henry.’ The second those words leave my lips, a sob follows.

He cradles my face, his thumb caressing the apple of my cheek. ‘Addy, I love you too,’ he whispers. ‘I promise you that if you allow me, I can show you that I can be the best boyfriend for you. I hope you know I’ll never hurt you like this anymore.’

I smile, as a tear rolls over my cheek. He wipes it away. ‘I know and I really want to try it again, because I can’t seem to forget you, let alone get over you.’

‘I can’t believe you are actually willing to give me a second chance. I don’t deserve that.’

I nod. ‘You do, Henry.’ I wrap my arms around his shoulders and nuzzle my face in his nape. ‘You deserve a second chance. You did everything I wanted you to do.’ I take in his scent, the mix of sweet and salty. ‘I missed you so much.’

He pulls me closer to him. ‘I missed you too, Addy. I’m going to make it up to you.’

I pull back and send him a smile, only to be met by one of his beautiful smiles. Before I can say something, David clears his throat and we both look up. A blush creeps up my cheeks. ‘From what I’m seeing, I get that you two made up?’ As if he didn’t just interrupt a beautiful moment, David plops back on his seat and Henry and I let go of each other. He simply stares at the two of us, before he starts to laugh. ‘You two aren’t teenagers, you can drop the busted look in your eyes. I’m happy you two made up. Henry, you want me to do the best friend speech about kicking your ass when you hurt Adelaide ever again?’

‘I really feel like I should have a say in this,’ I mumble. ‘Besides, David, look at Henry. You’re not going to win that.’

He cocks an eyebrow. ‘Have you seen me with knifes? If Diego Hargreeves can do it, so can I, so listen.’ He turns to Henry with a serious look in his eyes. ‘If I even hear one bad syllable about her from you, directly or indirectly, I’ll kill you.’

Henry nods with a chuckle. ‘I know.’

◎ ◎ ◎

After we said our goodbyes to Diego, we go to my apartment building and somehow we ended up with the splendid idea to use the swimming pool downstairs. He arranged some shorts from the reception, while I changed into a red bikini.

Now I’m sitting on the edge of the pool, while Henry is already standing in the water. He places his hands on the sides of my thighs and simply stares at me. ‘What is it?’ I ask him, as my fingers run through his damp hairs.

‘I missed you,’ he whispers. ‘I missed looking into your beautiful eyes. I missed touching your skin. I missed talking to you, being around you.’

‘I missed you too,’ I say. ‘Especially kissing you.’ I wrap my arms around his neck and press a kiss on the tip of his nose. ‘We’re all good, Henry.’

‘Are you sure? Is there still anything you need to get off your chest? If so, please tell me. I’d rather know now.’

‘It’s all good. Remember, I forgave you and I want to give you your well deserved second chance. Is there anything you need to get off your chest?’

‘No,’ he says. ‘I just want you to know that I’m not going to mess this up.’

‘I know.’ I wrap my legs around him, to pull him closer to the edge. I press a kiss on his lips and I don’t think our kisses have ever felt this desperate. He opens his mouth and as I response, I do the exact same. Henry pulls me into the cold water and despite him holding me safely against him, I can’t help but moan as I freeze up.

We fall into our same old routine, as if we didn’t spend eight months apart from each other. We laugh, he holds me and lets me try to swim a bit on my own. However, when my head goes underwater, he is quick to pull me up. While I’m coughing, he apologizes with a gentle kiss on his cheek.

I smile at him. ‘I love you, Henry,’ I whisper.

‘I love you too, Addy,’ he says, ‘and forever will.’

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my love

ღ Genre: fluff, romance, slightangst

ღ Pairing: Baekhyun x You/Reader (First POV)

ღ Summary: “I will be with you. Always, my love for you.”— My Love, Baekhyun (2020). Going through all the hardships and beautiful moments together with Baekhyun will always be the special ones in you life. From an annoying strangers to best friends, to lovers and finally as married couple. He’s the love of your life, the one’s that will bright up you day with his light. No other guy like him can do the same thing. My one and only, Byun Baekhyun. Always, my love for you.

ღ A/N: A Baekhyunee birthday fic from me is up!! I came out with this idea as an initiative for me to do at least something for him and for the readers too. I asked the prompts at my friends and I compiled it into a one shot story!! Please ignore minor errors because I didn’t proofread them properly. Do give a lot of support and endless love to our forever light, Byun Baekhyun✴

ღ Word count: 10,027

19 years old…

It has been days that an annoying person came to disturb me at school. I don’t even know why he chose me among the others but I’m really pissed off with him. Well, I’ll be fine if he only bothers me a few times. Instead, he bothers me every single time. From the very first step that I enter the school compound, our classroom and even during the lunch hour. And guess who is this guy?

Byun Baekhyun. The highschool’s delinquent despite having an attractive face that makes almost all the girls gone crazy over with his charms. Almost. Not all of them since I hate him for pestering my life right now.

“Hey,” He jogs from behind to catch me up as I’m trying to get away from him. Despite that, I failed to do so since Baekhyun blocks my way by standing right in front of me, leaning over the locker with both of his hands tucked in his pocket. “Where are you going? The cafeteria? How about we go there together?” He throws endless questions, making me sigh in frustration.

“Baekhyun, how many times should I tell you that I’m tired of your games? Go away and stop interrupting me, please.” This time, I request him and at the same time, I was begging him silently. I may look really upset with Baekhyun right now so when I think that he finally understands, I walk away and leave him.

Two steps. He’s not following.

Four steps. Still not following.

A satisfied smile stretches on my face when there’s no sign of Baekhyun. As I breathe in relief because he finally obeys to my instructions but then, he comes again, walking backwards right beside me. Sighing once again, I give him a fiery glare straight into his eyes, hoping it will knock him off, at least.

Instead, Baekhyun flashes a smirk once he notices and succeeds to make me annoyed with his endless teases as he trails me everywhere. I really don’t like being around people especially him because obviously, there would be a quite amount of eyes witnessing me with a troublesome boy. As we arrived at the cafeteria, I went straight to buy food and I simply bought egg sandwiches and a carton of milk.

I don’t bother to ask him even though he’s been following me everywhere but when it’s his turn to buy his food, I quickly try to run away from him. As fast as I can, I head upstairs until I reach the rooftop. No one really knows that I love hanging out here during lunch hour and I do hope that I get to make him lose his way to find me. After assuring that he’s not coming, I take a seat on the floor and unwrap the plastic in order to eat the sandwich.

As I was about to take my first bite, suddenly the door flies open and reveals the one and only Baekhyun. I give him an unbelievable expression because how on Earth did he know where I am? Rolling my eyes at him, I ignore Baekhyun and finally take a bite of the egg sandwich. He walks towards me with a smug smile on his face.

“What? You really think that I don’t know about you hanging around at the rooftop? Absurd,” He chuckles, taking a seat right beside me. Baekhyun busies staring at me eating silently that makes me feel uncomfortable with his presence. I was about to scold him but I don’t know why I almost choke myself right at the moment. He panics for a few seconds and when he sees the milk, he opens it and offers it to me. Quickly, I grab and gulp it right away.

“You okay?” Baekhyun asks me in a worried tone. I nod my head as a reply. “You sure?”

“Yeah. Thanks,” I thank him for the first time for trying to save myself from choking. Instead of replying to me with words, his lips quirk upwards into a soft smile. I look into his eyes, I suddenly feel my heart skip a beat. Then, it starts to beat faster. My whole body starts to heat up when realising that Baekhyun’s staring at me adoringly and before risking myself into anything, I scoff lightly to break the silence.

I continue to indulge the sandwich but his stare continues to burn my skin and makes me nervous. “Baekhyun, what are you doing here? If you don’t have any matter here, just leave.” I say at him with a stern voice.

“Well, I do have one. And it’s you.”

I scoff lightly at him and suddenly he takes out a plastic container that is filled with fresh strawberries. “Let’s share this together!” Baekhyun takes one of it as he bites onto the small fruit, offering them to me. At first, I was hesitating to accept it but his adorable eyes successfully hypnotized me to take one.

“Thank you…” While I was busy finishing up my sandwich and milk, the school’s bell suddenly rings as it indicates that our break finally ends. In which, we’re gonna be very late for the next class plus the journey to the classroom is quite an adventure.

“Baekhyun, we’re gonna be late!! Hurry!!” I eat the whole strawberry and gather all the rubbishes, throwing them into the nearest bin. I rush to the classroom when a hand slides to grab onto mine, he pulls us to run to the classroom together. I couldn’t believe it’s quite fun hanging around with Baekhyun even for a while. And thank God we get to arrive at our seats before our homeroom teacher comes. Then a few moments later, Mrs Kim finally enters the class.

She abruptly starts the class with the new syllabus as the whole classroom begins silence. But, I’m still annoyed that Baekhyun and his friends are currently peeking, laughing silently at me as if there is something funny or odd happening at me. I decide to ignore those dorks, trying to search for a textbook in the drawer when suddenly I feel something squishy and moist. As I take it out, it’s a freaking LIZARD.

“SHIT!!” I curse loudly, jump away from my desk and also make my chair fall on the floor. Everyone in the room including Mrs Kim averts their attention on me. I am extremely shaking right now because I really hate lizards so much.

“What’s the problem?” My teacher asks me, her gaze turns into a stare. All of us know that she really hates when someone is disturbing her during her class which most of them will end up in the detention room. I gulp nervously, knowing that I’ll probably be one of them now when I realised that the ‘lizard’ is a fake one.

“I-I…” Stuttering, I still couldn’t bring myself to answer her in words because if I do explain her about the lizard, the whole class would think it’s just a childish matter but to me, it’s not. They would definitely laugh at me and later, I need to think where I should hide my face from humiliation. “N-Nothing, Mrs Kim… I f-forgot to bring the textbook today.” Then, I decide to lie.

“You know that you can share with your deskmate instead of cursing loudly, right miss?” She emphasizes the word as her voice indeed sounds like she’s irritated with me. I nod my head slowly, trying to not fight her back because it is obviously rude for a student to do such a thing.

“Detention room. Leave now,” Mrs Kim commands and I obey her without saying anything. I pack my stuff with me, tidying up my desk as she continues her teaching back. When I’m about to leave, I can see that Baekhyun’s friends are laughing with each other and I guess this is all their work. I leave the class silently, grudging on them because why do they need to prank people just like that. And why Baekhyun didn’t stop them?

Sigh. The detention room for a first-timer and here we go.

“Dude, did you see her face when she saw the fake lizard? Damn ugly,” Joohyuk asks Baekhyun, laughing with the scenario still wandering in his head. On the other hand, Baekhyun still keeps his mouth shut, staring outside at the hallway.

“Well, no she’s not ugly.” He says, eyes still checking on the hallway. Joohyuk realises that Baekhyun is being extremely strange right now and most probably checking on me.

“So, you’re saying that she’s pretty?”

“Yes,” Baekhyun confesses right away. Joohyuk was surprised with his answer and started to speculate that Baekhyun likes her.

“No. I mean yes but you kno- Whatever. I’m not in the mood for today’s class. See you later, bro,” Baekhyun bids goodbye to him before leaving the classroom quietly as all the teachers know how problematic the student is and they can’t stop him from doing that. He goes straight to the detention room, feeling quite giddy to meet the person he’s searching for.

And I’m all alone, sitting by the empty desk while staring blankly at the window. I was shocked when suddenly the door’s wide open, revealing the guy that I hope he disappears from my life one day. Baekhyun comes inside the class, a smug smile etched on his face.

I roll my eyes at him, placing my head back on the desk. Why does he need to be here wherever I go? Obviously that I’m still mad at him for putting a prank on me and got me into detention. But then here he is, effortlessly trying to annoy me still. He pulls and turns a chair, taking a seat right in front of my desk. I continue to ignore him.

“Hey, are you asleep?” He pokes lightly his index finger on my skin, poking it by following every syllable word he says. Flinching away, I groan softly.

“Go away, Baekhyun. You and your friends made me end up here so why are you bothering me?”

Baekhyun senses that I’m angry with him but he continues to disturb me as he places his face right in front of me. As I open my eyes, his charming face with the soft smile appears. Once again, my heartbeat quickens realising that our faces are only a few inches away. My cheeks start to burn up, probably flushes with some red hues on it.

He brings his hand to tuck a strand of my hair that has been covering my face slightly behind my ear. He chuckles softly as Baekhyun slowly brushes his knuckles on my cheek that makes my heart drop right away.

“Are you blushing?” He questions and at the same time he teases. I shake my head to deny it, gulping a large lump in my throat. I don’t know that having the most problematic person here can actually turn me into a nervous state. I swear, out of all guys I’ve met, Baekhyun’s the first one that successfully makes me feel all jittery.

“Go away, Baekhyun. I don’t want you here.”

“But I want to be here with you!” He grins widely at me, as I thought he must be hoping that I allow him to stay with me here. “Since this sweetheart got frightened by a fake lizard, let me accompany you throughout your detention hours.”

And guess what happens next? Baekhyun and I end up conversing throughout the time until my detention time is finally over. He tells me about his dreams and a little about his family too. I never thought he insists to open up about himself to a complete stranger like me. But, after hearing the story of his life, I don’t really think he’s that bad. As time passes by, I’ve realised that the way he’s been smiling at me differently.

Silently, my heart grows fonder to him.

22 years old...

No one ever thought that Baekhyun and I would end up being best friends ever since high school. The most problematic student with a normal girl. Well, we don’t have any special relationship aside from the best friends title. We haven’t really talked about our feelings to each other but I’m just glad I get to be with him this long.

Baekhyun has become a trainee in music entertainment, counting days to debut as an artist in a group while I continue my study in which I enrol into a good university. Also, I’ve been living with my boyfriend in a small studio apartment in thoughts that we both will end up together.

But shits happened.

The day I went back home from a group discussion, I found out my boyfriend’s cheating on me as they made out on the bed that we shared. The moment I witness the scene, my whole mind went blank. I couldn’t do anything and I feel that I can’t move at all.

“Babe, listen to me. I swear that this is all a mista-” As he tried to explain, I ran away from the house with such a heavy pain on my chest. I dig out my phone quickly and dial for Baekhyun’s number. It’s almost 12 AM but I hope that he’s still awake.

“Hello? Why are you calling me at this h-” Baekhyun doesn’t get to finish his sentence when he senses that something’s wrong. “Where are you?” He asks.

“Can you m-meet me at the park near my apartment? Please?...” I beg him softly, stuttering while trying so badly to not cry. Baekhyun says that he will be there right away before he ends the call. I arrive at the park, taking a seat on the unoccupied wooden bench. The park is eerily silent and there’s only me, all alone with a heartbreak.

A few minutes later, Baekhyun finally arrives and quickly sits right beside me without hesitating. The two of us don’t utter anything when he suddenly pulls me closer to him, hiding my face in his coat. Unconsciously, my tears start to flow like an overflowing sink.

“H-he he…” Sobbing like a mess, the words aren’t able to come into a sentence. Baekhyun just simply caresses my hair to soothe me while he hushes softly. “He cheated on me, Baekhyun… They fuck on our bed…”

I can feel that his body gets a bit tense but I grip his shirt tightly, hoping he will never leave me to do anything at him. I don’t want him to end up in a fight. I don’t want Baekhyun to get hurt too.

Baekhyun wraps his arms around my body, he places his chin on my crown. “Let it all out… I’m here and no one will see your ugly face. Don’t worry.” He tries to comfort me with his words and at the same time, he mocks.

“Hey!! That’s rude of you, Baekhyun!!” I move away to smack his chest lightly, causing him to laugh. Baekhyun plasters a wide smile at me, satisfied that he is able to make me smile at least as I do. Then, I have myself back in his warm embrace as I think.

I never thought to have Baekhyun in my life would make me feel like my life is finally complete. He was always there with me especially at my worst and basically, he was there as I went through various episodes of life.

He always makes me smile with his jokes, calms me down when I’m in a mess and provides protection. Baekhyun is like a light that has been shining my gloomy days and also my knight and shining armour.

And I’m in love with him. Deeply in love with him.

Hearing his calm heartbeat that helps to soothe me, I finally realised that Baekhyun has been extremely transparent with his feelings towards me. He sometimes confesses ‘I love you’ even when he says that he only loves me as his best friend. But, this time, I’m pretty sure that he loves me more than that.

Since the incident when my ex cheated on me, I moved out of the apartment and Baekhyun let me move in with him. It was really awkward at first but after a few months after that, he finally confessed his feelings towards me. I never thought I could recover that fast from my heartbreak and decided to just date with him. Because of deep down inside, I know that he will cherish, protect and love me unconditionally.

I joined a dance club because I love to dance even though I’m not as good as Baekhyun (since he’s a trainee in music entertainment). Our club will be holding an end semester performance and we’re inviting the entire college to come and watch it. Speaking of performance, almost all the practices end late nights which at first, my boyfriend dislikes about it.

I convince him slowly about letting me join it and at the end, he does. But, he insists on picking me up in the practice room because he is scared of my safety if I go back home all alone.

As the members are trying to take part in the performances, I will have to do a duet performance with Sihyeon, the so-called cute guy that everyone has labelled him. Honestly, he is cute but obviously, my cheek Baekhyun is the cutest among all the guys. I go back home that night, informing him about it and his reaction is extremely, should I say adorable?

“Babe, can you ask anyone else to replace you instead?”

“Wait, there might be some steps that he will have his touches on you… Am I right, baby?”

Baekhyun has been trying to make me change my mind. And he fails. I assure him that he doesn’t need to feel jealous because I will never avert my attention to Sihyeon. Well, I do tease him a bit. “You know, my friends told me that I’m lucky that I got to duet with the cutest guy in the dance club.” His eyes dilate bigger after listening to me as I continue, “I’m just saying though.” I giggle.

And there’s one night, he’s being super jealous and annoying. I think he saw me talking to Sihyeon while I’m on my way to his car after my practice and as I call for his name, he doesn’t answer at all. His grips on the steering wheel are tighter than usual, his face looks extremely mad. I guess that he’s upset seeing me get along with Sihyeon.

I’m definitely right about it.

Baekhyun hasn’t talked to me at all since that night. Even on our bed, he had his back facing me for several nights and when I tried to approach him, he simply ignores me. In which I’m super annoyed with him for being such a baby. But since I’m his favourite girl, I still do good things in the hope that it will coax him from sulking. The result? Nothing.

“Baekhyun,” I call him. “I cook lunch for us so let’s eat, hmm?”

He doesn’t say or nod his head at me even though it has been a week. I’m getting out of control and patience when suddenly I burst it out at him. “You know what, Baekhyun? Fine. I’ll quit from the dance club if you dislike me so much being around guys. Now, happy?” Then, I head straight into the room, slam the door and practically lock myself the whole day. A few hours later, waiting for him to coax me, Baekhyun doesn’t come. Instead, he sent me a message.

I’m going out to meet the others for practice.

After I guarantee he’s not home, I head out to have a quick lunch and right after eating, I come back into the room without doing anything. Laying on the empty bed with mixed feelings, I realised I’ve been missing him so much. Baekhyun never fails to make me smile and laugh but since he’s giving me a silent treatment, I can only dream of it.

Baekhyun arrives home around 10 pm and I was still in the room, wrapping my body securely with the duvet. I can hear a few faint knocks on the door before the door is open with a creaking sound. His footsteps can be heard coming towards me, the bed sinks a bit when he sits at the edge of the bed.

“Babe…” He brings his hand on top of my body, caressing me slowly. Then, he shows me a box of chocolates which is my most favourite ones. “I brought you your favourite chocolate!...”

Later, he finally says the word that I’ve been waiting for. “I’m really sorry, babe…” Baekhyun hops off from the bed, kneeling right in front of me and he slowly pulls the duvet from covering my face. I purposely act like I’m asleep but truthfully, after I saw the chocolates and also I miss him, my lips stretch into a smile.

“So, my baby girlfriend isn’t actually sleeping, huh?” Baekhyun mocks me, caressing my cheek with his hand that makes me moves away slowly from his touches. The touches are cold and it makes me tickle.

“Stop, go away, Baekhyun. I’m still not talking to you,” I say, turning myself to face the other side but as I halfway turn, Baekhyun hovers on top of me. He attacks my tummy with his tickles that make me gone wild with waves of laughter. “Okay, Baekhyun! Stop! Stop!!”

I beg, trying to push him away but he’s much stronger than me so the tickles continue for a few more minutes. Later on, Baekhyun leans over to pepper my face with sloppy and wet kisses. And when he finally stops, he smashes his plump lips onto mine, sliding his tongue into my wet cavern. I extend my arms to wrap around his neck, pulling him closer to me so I can kiss him deeper.

“Gosh, I miss you so much, babe. Sorry for being such a dick.” He apologises between the kisses.

“Apology accepted because you do have one,” I bite my lower lip, feeling satisfied when I mock him. Baekhyun scoffs lightly, continues to devour my lips as he nibbles onto my bottom lip.

“Can I have you?” Baekhyun politely asks.

“Then take me.”

He doesn’t wait any longer when his lips start trailing on my jawline, slowly down to my collarbone. In a glimpse, the two of us are already naked, feeling all wild and in love all over again. We make love in the bed, recover back the moment that the two of us missed for the past days.

Baekhyun shows me the love he has on me and I never thought I feel alive again to have him.

"Baekhyun, I’m studying…”

It's the weekend but that doesn’t mean I should not study since my exam is literally next week. Even though my friends said that I’m fully prepared for it, I feel really uneasy and it’s worrying me to death. The qualms make me have no appetite to eat or even to have some good sleep. But, as I’m trying so hard to focus, Baekhyun insists to disturb me.

“Babe, let’s make popcorn and binge Netflix!!” Baekhyun’s being a kid he is, he invites me. Shaking my head to resist his invitation, I continue to focus my attention on the study materials on the table. My study table right now doesn’t look like one. Papers scattered everywhere.

“Then, how about we eat a tub of ice cream together! We can eat your favourite flavour this time,” He tries again to lure me to stop studying. Baekhyun then comes closer, softly placing his hands on my shoulders as he starts to massage the tense muscles that are cramping.

As I insist on ignoring him this time, Baekhyun tries again and most probably he wouldn’t stop until I give in. “Okay, but can we at least cud-”

“I swear to God, Baekhyun. Can’t you see that I’m trying to focus here??” Swatting his hands away, I finally lash it out at him as I’m really fuming in anger. Why can’t he understand that I don’t want him to disturb me especially at this crucial time? It’s a simple thing but Baekhyun’s being such a childish one right now and I couldn’t stop myself from getting mad at him.

Baekhyun flinches away after hearing me increasing my tone. He slowly marches out from the study room and leaves me finally alone in peace with a sad puppy-like face. This time it’s a success to me that I get to actually kick him out from here because my examination is really important at this moment. Sighing in half-relief, I get back to the exercises and past year questions without wasting any time.

After approximately an hour, there’s really no sign of his presence at all. The apartment is really silent as if there’s no one at home except me. When I suddenly remember about Baekhyun, I feel really bad at him. I didn’t think that my actions and words can actually hurt him because if he’s giving me a silent treatment, it really means that I did hurt him.

I put my laptop to sleep mode, deciding to search for him. As I leave the room, I can see Baekhyun's sitting on the couch while watching Netflix with such a low volume. He must have lowered it down since he didn’t want to annoy me again.

Again, I feel awful and guilty.

After taking a seat right beside him, it seems that Baekhyun scoots away from me. He's pouting his lips and this time he’s trying to ignore me. I slowly get to hold one of his hands but as he tries to pull away, I grab on it strongly.

“Baekhyun…” I call his name, my other hand cups his cheek. “Look at me, hmm?” I coo. He’s attempting to avoid my eye contact but I force him to look at me. He gives in but he still rolls his eyes at me since he’s probably upset that I lashed out at him previously.

“I’m sorry…” I apologise.

“I’m really, truly sorry for scolding you. I was just too scared and worried about my upcoming exam. What if I fail? I don’t want to disappoint my parents and you too… I’m sorry…” Putting my feelings into words, I explain to him slowly as my eyes start to swell in tears. I was stuttering to hide from sobbing and when I feel a tear fall on my cheeks, I quickly hide my face as I look down on the couch. Crying silently, I hope that Baekhyun’s able to forgive me for being mad at him.

Baekhyun cups my chin as he lifts up my head. His gazes are comforting and adoring. “Babe, don’t cry…” He wipes off the tears away with his thumb. “It’s okay… I forgive you.” Humming softly, he lifts me up and places me on his lap. I land my head on his broad chest, sobbing silently with his hand caressing my hair as he soothes me.

The guiltiness towards Baekhyun was still there creeping in my heart but when he’s assuring me that he’s fine, I feel calm. It takes a while for me to calm as the two of us stay in this position. He secures me tightly with his hands wrap around my waist. His chin rests on the top of my head while he caresses my back continuously.

“I’m sorry too if I annoyed and disturbed you, baby. But I was about to invite you for a rest. You’re gonna be fine with your exam too. You’re worrying too much,” He lands a kiss on the top of my crown. I silently smile because Baekhyun knows that I’ll always be stressing too much when the exam season is coming.

“You’ll do well. You’re gonna ace it like you always do, right?” Baekhyun speaks as he tries to comfort me with his supportive words. Slowly, I lift my head to see his face as I nod my head for a few times.

He leans over to give an affectionate kiss on my lips. “Now, that’s my girl.”

Baekhyun questions me whether I have any plan to do for today but all I want is to cuddle him throughout the day. Because he gives me comfort and I feel so much safe being in his embrace and also it’s like a way of gesture for me to ask him forgiveness since I still feel guilty.

And yes, we do end up cuddling until we go to bed.

24 years old...

I jolt in surprise when a pair of arms suddenly wrap around my frame from behind as the person lands his chin softly on my shoulder, kissing my hair. Smiling in contentment, I continue to stir the chicken soup while Baekhyun back hugs me. Finally, he’s home. He doesn’t utter any words but his breathing is audible enough to indicate that he’s tired after a long day. And of course, I’m worried about him. As long as he’s here, I’m grateful enough.

“You’re home, baby?” My hand is lifted to cup his cheek and Baekhyun just simply hums. I chuckle softly and while waiting for the soup to sim for a while, I lift and turn my head a bit to face him. His hair is dishevelled and even from this limited view, his dark circles and eye bags can be clearly seen. A comforting smile appears across my face, jutting out my lips to him.

Baekhyun upon seeing it, he chuckles in disbelief before leaning on to peck his plump lips onto mine. After I’m satisfied with the kiss, I turn around back to stir the soup for the final round. Without any warning, his lips land a kiss on my sensitive spot in between my neck and collarbone that makes me shiver. His one hand starts to roam freely from the waist, trailing down to my buttcheek as he massages one of them. His touches are addictive and if I give in, we would probably end up for a quick session here.

Turning around, I stop him by pushing an index finger on his chest to warn him. “You need to take a shower, mister. We’re not gonna do it here,” I say. He plasters a pair of pleading eyes as he continues to seduce me with the touches. Despite that, he fails this time when I shake my head a few times to resist it. Baekhyun sighs in surrender and before he’s leaving for his shower, he gives a peck on my cheek.

While he takes his quick bath in order to freshen him up after such a hectic day, I busy preparing the table by serving the chicken soup and also put the rice into small bowls. I cook chicken soup purposely to help him to regain strength and calmness as this recipe was shared by Kyungsoo since he’s an expert in cooking too. Even the other members agree that he’s a professional chef among them.

Right on time, Baekhyun comes closer when I finish setting up the table. “Let’s eat so that we can go to bed early tonight, hmm?” I request and a single hum can be heard from him as he takes a seat at his usual chair. I take a seat right beside him and when he begins to dig in the food, I watch him diligently, hoping that he likes it.

“How was it? Is it good?”

“Of course it is. My sweetheart’s cooking is always delicious,” He praises, taking another bite of the rice. My face flushes a bit after hearing his appraisal before he starts eating my own part. Since I know that Baekhyun had a tough day, I decide to not ask him regarding his activities because I’m afraid it will spoil his mood. Instead, the two of us end up eating without creating any topic to converse.

On the other hand, I’m happy that his appetite for tonight is unbelievable. He asks for more rice and chicken soup which causes me to smile in amusement and satisfaction. I’m already full even by witnessing him eating deliciously. Right after the two of us (technically him) done eating, we help each other to clean up the mess which he offers to give his hands to wash the dishes while I clear up the dining table.

Then, we head straight to bed as I switch off the lights before throwing myself to lay right beside him. Baekhyun pulls the thick duvet to cover our body and being such a clingy baby, he pulls me closer to him. I offer myself to pat him to sleep when he caresses my hair at the same time. I begin to feel sleepy but he is still wide awake while his face is plastering all his qualms.

“Hey…” Bringing my hand to brush his puffy cheek, a worrying question escapes from my mouth. “Do you have anything to share with me, Baekhyun?” I softly ask him, hoping it successfully makes him confess.

He sighs lightly. “I’m so afraid…”

“Afraid of what, Baek?”

“A lot of things…” He continues as he sighs again. “What if I’ve become a failure? Fail to achieve my dreams, fail to make everyone proud, fans, my family and even you?”

His eyes begin to brim with tears when he looks at me. “What if one day, I’m gonna lose you?”

I hush him right away. It has become the moment where his mind has filled with negative thoughts that make him worry on his own. But despite all of that, Baekhyun never fails to make people amaze with him. Being the main vocalist in the group makes him shine brighter, being the soloist who managed to secure every chart has made him who he is right now. He is such a talented one and everyone is grateful for his presence in their lives including mine.

“Baekhyun, listen here. You will never lose me and I will never leave you. I promise you that.”

I try to make him trust me with my words as he nods his head. “And everyone is already proud of you, Baekhyun. Okay, it’s absurd if your family isn't proud of you because you’re such a childish, puppy-like person. Even Mongryong is much more mature than you.”

“Hey!! I’m not childish, okay??” Baekhyun denies it and I only giggle at him.

“Yes, you are!! Anyway, as I said, everyone is proud of you, Baekhyun. Don’t let your fears overtake your confidence. This is not the Baekhyun that I know. You told me to be cool, happy, strong and fearless. You make every impossible possible, baby. And I love you for who you are right now.” I express everything to him as long as it can help to comfort him. He replies to me with a soft and endearing smile.

“Gosh, why am I so lucky to have you, babe?” Baekhyun’s peppering kisses continuously on my lips makes me giggle with happiness.

“I love you so much,” He confesses. Even if it’s a simple confession, I know that it brings thousands of feelings. His love for me is beyond words and only by the way he treats me throughout our relationship, I really know that we are meant to be together until eternity.

I was about to doze off to sleep slowly when Baekhyun suddenly calls, “Babe.” I hum to him as a reply. “Marry me.”

Abruptly, I’m stupefied with his impromptu proposal. “W-What?”

“Marry me, would you?” He proposes again.

“Babe, don’t you have anything to say or wish at me?” Baekhyun curiously asks, caressing my hand as he drives the car. I shake my head to deny it. I can hear clearly he’s sighing and probably disappointed which makes me laugh silently.

Today is finally Baekhyun’s 24th birthday and he will arrive at the airport from his solo oversea schedules. And since I don’t have any work for today, I offer myself to pick him up. Also, I’ve planned a surprise birthday party where I invite his family and also the other members. The guys offer to set up the party because his flight arrived around 7 pm.

Also tonight, I’m gonna give my answer to his proposal too.

The journey back to our apartment didn’t take that long. Baekhyun became extremely upset as he didn’t talk much. After receiving a text from Chanyeol that they are already hiding, I do my part which makes Baekhyun go straight into the bedroom without stopping anywhere. He then goes straight into the bathroom to take a shower which I run to the living room, greeting his family and friends softly.

When everything is finally set up, I head back to the bedroom and see Baekhyun strides out from the bathroom. He goes into his closet to choose short pants and a plain T-shirt to wear before he throws himself on the bed with a soft grunt. I chuckle, laying right beside him as I scoot closer to be in his embrace.

“Tired?” I ask him. Baekhyun nods his had while his eyes are shut. I give him a soft peck on his cheek and when my phone vibrates, it’s a sign. “I’m going to the kitchen to grab a glass of water,” I say as he hums. I head out to the living room slowly. All of us wait almost 10 minutes to finally listen to Baekhyun’s calling for me.

“Baby? What took you so long?” And when he opens the door as he walks towards the living room, all of us shout.

“Surprise!! Happy Birthday, Baekhyun!!”

Baekhyun’s face was expressionless. He was really shocked by the surprise and now he knows why I didn’t wish for him at all. We sing a happy birthday song, letting Baekhyun make a wish before he blows the candles. All of us cheers in excitement as we clap our hands too.

“Now, it’s time for you to unbox your presents.” Baekhyun obeys to our instruction as he opens one by one. He receives various types of gifts from the members and family and when he’s finally done unboxing everything, it’s finally my turn to give my present to him.

I cuddle closer to Baekhyun on the couch as the tv’s screen turns on. It’s showing a compilation video I’ve made and there were all of our beautiful moments that we have created. From day one we became friends, best friends and into lovers. Baekhyun has become an amazing and special person in my life as I’m really grateful to have him. As I peek at him who’s watching the video diligently, I can see that his eyes are already swelling with tears.

“To Byun Baekhyun, happiest birthday to you, baby!! You’ve made me the luckiest girl on Earth to have you by my side and we’ve gone through such a roller coaster ride together as one. You always protect me, cherish me and give all your love to me. I love every part of you even though you were pretty annoying back then in high school. So Baekhyun, it’s a yes.”

The video ends right away after my speech as all of us including Baekhyun look at me curiously. It takes him a few moments when he finally gets the idea. “OMG fuck… Baby, it’s a yes???? I’m not delusional, right?” Baekhyun asks for my confirmation and I nod my head. His face has brightened and the tears finally escape from his eyes. He lifts me up in the air, twirling me around in happiness in which it makes me giggle. The others are happy too as they congratulate us for the engagement because they know, the two of us are meant to be together.

Baekhyun places me on the floor back, cradling me in his arms before he gives a long and passionate kiss on my lips. The kiss is overwhelming us too much and when he breaks the kiss, he whispers to my ears. “Gosh, my wish finally came true and this is the best birthday gift I’ve ever had.”

25 years old…

That night when I accepted his proposal to be his wife, everyone is beyond excited especially Baekhyun. As I say excited, we got married a month later because he was too eager to make me as his legal wife. I didn’t object since we’ve been waiting too long to finally have the title, husband and wife. Our wedding day turned out to be pretty sorrow thanks to him though. He cried when he saw me walked down through the aisle and he made me teared up too with his wedding vow.

Then in October, I found out that I’m carrying not one, but two beans inside my womb. Well, we didn’t actually plan to have kids right away but yeah, things happen when we’re talking about Byun Baekhyun. How did I found out? Basically, we’re moving out of the apartment to our new house as he bought it for our future big family. As we’re on our way to the new house, my throat felt really uncomfortable in which I asked him to stop by the roadside because I’m getting a headache. When I’m feeling much better, he continued to drive but with a faster speed.

After the car stopped right in front of the main door, I quickly unlocked it, finding the nearest toilet as I threw up everything into the toilet bowl. Kneeling in front of it as I continued to puke, Baekhyun came to me a few minutes later, caressing my back. Since he was really worried about me, he brought me to the clinic to get a check-up. So that’s the day when we knew the two of us became parents.

The first trimester was really like a hell. Morning sickness almost every time and I really didn’t have any appetite to eat. But, Baekhyun took care of me throughout my suffering moments, always reminding me that these were my sacrifices for the twins.

I’m now 34 weeks and my tummy is really huge. Please don’t compare it with a watermelon because it is bigger than that. My feet are all swollen, backaches and I could go to the toilet almost every second. At the same time, I still cannot believe that the 25 years old me and Baekhyun are going to have kids within a few weeks. It’s undeniable that a childish guy like him is ready to be a father, right?

We are currently hanging out at the living room, I lay on my back on the couch while Baekhyun extends his hand to caress my bulging tummy. “Am I the only one who thinks that our beans are quite active today?” He averts his attention from the television screen to me and his question sounds a little bit of worry.

“Yeah, I think so too?” Placing my hand on top of his hand, I caress our hands together when suddenly we receive a strong kick. I grunt softly because it gives me quite a pain. The two of us decide it’s just a normal movement came from one of the twins. After a few minutes, my lower part feels gushy and wet. As I try to touch it with my fingers, I assume I peed myself a bit.

“Baekhyun, I’m gonna go to the toilet since I think I peed a bit at here,” I giggle, acting innocently as he replies me with chuckles. The moment I stand up, more liquid flows out, trailing down to my thighs and instantly, I clutch my stomach because it hurts.

Baekhyun’s being the overprotective one, he grabs me in his arms. “Hey, you okay?”

I shake my head slowly, looking down when I finally see a small pool of liquid on the floor as I gulp nervously. “I think it’s time, Baekhyun…”

Baekhyun brings us to the hospital right away and I get to admit into our private room where at first, the doctor came for our last check-up before I finally going into labour. As Dr Kim spreads the gel all over my tummy, she then brings the probe to start the ultrasound.

“The babies are very ready to meet the world,” She chuckles, followed by Baekhyun too. After the ultrasound, the nurse helps me to wear some sort of belt that detects the fetal movement and the whole room begins to fill with the heartbeats’ sound of our little babies.

While I’m still inducing, I take some rest to prepare myself for the labour later. Baekhyun sits right beside my bed, holding and caressing my hand in his hold. I face him, a soft smile spreads across my face. “How are you feeling, daddy-to-be? Excited?” I brush my knuckles onto his bulgy cheek.

“Yeah and worry too…” He expresses it with a soft tone.

“Hey, you don’t need to be worry, Baekhyun. Everything will be alright,” I try to comfort him because apart from the eagerness to see our little juniors, he’s so worried about the excruciate pain that I need to handle while in the process of giving birth. I admit it, I’m worried to death knowing that my life also depends on it but knowing that we’re gonna see our little angels, everything will be absolutely worth it. “And you’re gonna be by my side right?”

He nods his head, getting off from his seat to peck on my lips before landing a long yet endearing kiss on my forehead. Baekhyun lets me take a rest while waiting for my cervix to dilate. Legitly, I couldn’t sleep at all with the number of contractions that are attacking me. Tossing, laying and sitting on the bed, all the positions wouldn’t make rest at all. Instead, he offers to massage my back because it’s aching so much.

Approximately 3 hours later, that’s the moment when everything’s gonna change. I was brought to the labour room with Baekhyun’s hand tightly in my hand while we’re on the way. The pain is beyond words. My forehead starts to sweat hard, tearing up with him comforting me by my sides.

“You can do this, baby. I’m here, okay?”

His supports, his presence and his love help me a lot throughout the session. With endless pushing, a shrill sound of a baby crying makes the two of us smiling so bright to each other. “Our first princess is out, mommy. One more, hmm?”

Using my strength all out, I give a hard push and finally, our youngest daughter is born. Haerin and Hanbyul, our little angels. Baekhyun peppers my face with his kisses while he chants thousands of thank you. And now, our little family is finally completed with Baekhyun’s cute girls. I wouldn’t ask for anything but I only need them in my life.

Baekhyun whispers into my ears, “Thank you so much, babe. For carrying our girls and for the hard work to give birth to them. I love you and it’s always you, my love.”

My husband, Byun Baekhyun and the small princesses, Byun Haerin and Byun Hanbyul.

30 years old...

“Promise me that my two little princesses will continue to behave until mommy’s come back home, okay?” I softly calm and ask the twins through the video call since Haerin and Hanyul have been missing me for days. I went for a business trip and Baekhyun was left to look for the twins while I’m gone but I’m grateful he can handle our 4 years old girls. The two of them simply nod their head at the same time, hugging their dolls in their arms. Some of the tears are still there in their adorable eyes that makes me laugh over their cuteness.

“Be good girls to your daddy too, okay? Mommy loves you both so much!” Throwing flying kisses on the screen, hoping it will at least make the twins feel the love that I’m trying to convey. The two of them move their faces closer to the screen, taking turns to kiss on the screen with their cute small lips. While the girls are busy giving me kisses, I can hear Baekhyun’s chuckling behind the phone. Because for sure, he must be falling in love with the devastating scene of the twins’ crying as he’s holding his phone throughout the video call.

Baekhyun brings the phone as he faces the screen and I finally get to see his face. “Bab- woah,” He was about to say something when suddenly the two princesses come to stand in between his thighs. I titter as I feel my heart is full right now seeing them together on the screen. Baekhyun shakes his head, chuckling before giving pecks on their heads. “Call or text me when you’re going back home tomorrow. Don’t leave anything behind and your meals too. We’ll wait for you, right babies?”

He asks Haerin and Hanbyul as they nod their head. Then, he bends over to land kisses on their cheeks that cause them to giggle cutely. Once again, I’m falling in love with Baekhyun and no doubts that I will love him until the very end.

Haerin starts to yawn, eyes swelling in tears as she finally feels sleepy and it’s their bedtime. “Okay, it’s time for the princesses’ bedtime!! I’ll see you guys tomorrow. I love you guys.” I begin to bid goodbye and goodnight to the three of them.

“Goodbye, mommy!! Hanbyul loves you so much!!” Hanbyul confesses as I nod my head.

On the other hand, Haerin in a sleepy state wishes me goodnight with her droopy eyes. “Goodnight, mommy!...”

Baekhyun brings his phone closer to him to look at your face clearer, “I’ll see you tomorrow, then. Goodnight, babe. Talk to you later.”

“Thank you, Baekhyun, for taking care of them for me,” I thank him and he shakes his head as his reply. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” He replies. And after a few goodbyes, I end the call. Baekhyun puts his phone into the pocket of his pants before wrapping his arms around the twins. “It’s bedtime, babies. Let’s tuck you both in bed!” He announces but as he checks on Haerin, she’s half-awake.

Baekhyun lifts her up and carries her over his shoulder while Hanbyul holds onto his other free hand. They walk upstairs towards the master bedroom, which the girls had been overnight for days since I’m not around. When they finally arrive, he slowly places Haerin on the king-sized bed before he takes Hanbyul to lay right beside her sister. He tucks the two of them as he covers them with the duvet.

He lands kisses on their forehead before he slides to lay right beside Hanbyul and switches off the main lights. Haerin is already asleep and most probably in her sweet dreams while Hanbyul is still awake. Stretching his arm to wrap around the girls’ small bodies, he’s surprised when the still awake twin turns around to face him. Hanbyul places her small hands on his cheeks, revealing her sparkling eyes at him.

“Aren’t you sleepy, baby?” Baekhyun concernedly asks her with his soft voice.

“Daddy,” She calls as he hums. “Do you miss mommy?” She questions him.

Baekhyun chuckles silently, leaning over to kiss her pouty lips. “So much. Does my little star miss mommy too?” It’s his turn to ask her and the little one nods her head.

“Now, Byullie needs to sleep so mommy can come home fast,” He tries to persuade her to sleep, which he succeeds since she complies. The little girl scoots closer to his chest, shutting her eyes close before she slowly dozes off to sleep. When Baekhyun checks on her, a soft smile spreads across his face seeing his princesses soundly asleep.

He pulls Haerin slowly into his arms and it’s his turn to have a nice sleep after a tiring day taking care of the twins. “Daddy loves you both so much.” He whispers softly. Having them in his arms for tonight, Baekhyun will definitely have a good dream and will wake up with a very loving and adorable view. Digging out his phone from his pocket, he takes a few pictures of the girls’ sleeping with their dolls in their arms. A smile creeps upon his face.

- Baekhyun -

[attached pictures]

Mission accomplished for today, mommy!

- Me -

Good job, daddy!

- Baekhyun -

Looks like they’re having a goodnight dream

I miss you already

Come home fast, okay?

- Me -

Awww Baekhyun

I miss you too

I’ll be back tomorrow okay?

Now go to sleep

Muah, I love you

Baekhyun doesn’t have to reply since honestly, he’s really exhausted after a tiring day. Trying to balance between the house chores and taking care of the twins’ were really another hard level. Also, he really can’t believe that a woman like me can actually handle them. And that’s why he’s proud of me being a wife and a mommy of two beautiful princesses.

His life has been beautiful and full of happiness with this small family.

The next day, Baekhyun wakes up early in the morning with such a beautiful sight of his daughters’ sleeping peacefully. Before he starts the day, he always leaves kisses on them. He still couldn’t believe that the two of us actually made such adorable princesses. He starts the day by working out in his private area and after that, he will take a quick shower before preparing breakfast for them.

Since he can’t cook and prepare a special meal for breakfast, he is only able to make pancakes and it’s a bonus because of the twins’ super love with his pancakes. The process to prepare it didn’t take much longer and right on time he’s finally done, a soft and cute voice calls his name from upstairs.

“Daddy? Where are you?”

Baekhyun rushes to check on her, smiling widely seeing his little Haerin searching for him while rubbing her eyes with her hand. He walks upstairs, carries her in his arms and pecks onto her cheek. “I’m here, baby. Good morning, princess!”

“Good morning, daddy,” Haerin yawns cutely but he is able to cover her mouth with his hand. As he chuckles, they enter the master bedroom and realise the other twin is finally awake with such a bedridden hair. She tosses and turns her head on the pillow before she finally sits up to greet her other twin and her daddy.

“Good morning to my little star,” Baekhyun sits at the edge of the bed, inviting Hanbyul for a hug as she crawls slowly to her daddy. Once the two of them are finally in his embrace, he hugs them tightly and gives a kiss on top of their crown.

“Mommy’s here?” Hanbyul asks him. He shakes his head to answer her question. As to avoid making her disappointed with his reply, Baekhyun lifts them up in surprise.

“My two stinky monsters need to take a bath!!” Baekhyun imitates a cartoon voice and dashes properly to the bathroom that makes them giggle in amusement. Their petals of laughter surely make him the happiest person on Earth. He doesn’t realise that the three of them have been spending almost an hour in the bathroom. Right away, he brings the girls back to the room and drying them with the towels.

“So, what do my girls want to do today?” Baekhyun kneels in front of them, both bodies wrapped cutely with pink towels. He finds they are cute as they look so fresh and adorable. The two of them places their index finger o their cheeks, reenacting on how people in the cartoons behave when they were thinking. He chuckles softly, waiting patiently for their answers.

“Can we have a tea party where Byullie and Rinnie be princesses, daddy?” Haerin cutely suggests an activity. Since Baekhyun has nothing to do today except taking care of them, he’s going to make all their wishes come true.

“You two are already daddy’s princesses!!” Baekhyun tickles their tummies that make them giggle loudly. “Let’s go and choose your princesses’ gowns then, shall we?” He lifts them abruptly, causing the girls squealing in excitement as he brings the two of them to their room. After he places both of them on the floor, they run cutely towards their closet and each of them chooses the gowns to wear. Soft pink for Rinnie and soft purple for Byullie.

“My two princesses need to have their breakfast first or not you’re gonna get a tummy ache,” Baekhyun holds onto their hands, guiding them down the hall as they slowly walk downstairs and head to the dining table. He lifts them one by one and places them on their high chairs.

“Byullie wants to eat!” Hanbyul says in exhilaration.

“Rinnie too!!” Then, Haerin follows. He’s chuckling softly while cutting the pancakes into pieces so that the girls can eat them easily. After placing them on the plates, Baekhyun brings the two plates to the table. The girls’ smiling widely when they see the pancakes with their sparkling eyes.

“Pancakes!!!” They squeal.

Baekhyun places the plates in front of them and he can see that their cute legs are wiggling in the air. “Princesses, do you guys want daddy to put honey syrup on your pancakes?” He asks. They nod their head at the same time, showing their plates to him. Pouring the honey syrup around their pancakes, suddenly Haerin butts in.

“Strawberries?” She tilts her head slightly on one side, waiting for the answer. Baekhyun chuckles, going to the fridge to grab the ones that his girl is searching for. Haerin and Hanbyul smile brightly. He proceeds to cut them into bite pieces then he brings it to them. All three of them begin to eat their breakfast together, but most of the time they’re playing around in which their giggles make the whole house alive. But, it’s still incomplete without my presence.

After breakfast, the girls straightly invite Baekhyun to play tea party right away as he complies. They bring out their tea party toys set, setting it on their cute small table. “Daddy!! Sit here!!” Hanbyul pats the empty seat and he slowly sits on it. The seat’s quite small for him but he will restrain it for the sake of the girls.

“Daddy, daddy!! Can you braid our hair like mommy?” Baekhyun becomes clueless when Haerin requests something from him in which he doesn’t know how to braid their hair. But since he doesn’t want to make them upset, he spends a lot of tutorials on Youtube on how to braid. Almost an hour, he finally has done and believes that he can at least braid their hair even though it will turn out bad.

Baekhyun takes turns in braiding their hair, inhaling the strawberry scent and assumes it came from their shampoo. I took him 30 minutes because they insist on having braids like how princesses have. He even used some clips to secure their hair neatly. And when all of them is finally satisfied, he places the twins’ crown on top of their head as they continue to play along with the tea party theme.

I finally arrive home, smiling widely knowing that they will definitely wait for my arrival. I unlock the door and begin to search for them. “Baekhyun? Girls?” I call them but there’s no one answering. Pulling the luggage into the house and closing the door behind me, I walk straight to the living room.

I have a view of my husband and my twins passed out on the couch, cuddling close to each other. By seeing the girls’ wearing dresses and crowns, they definitely had a fun tea party. Despite that, I just realised that their hair was braided messily and it must be his work. Baekhyun also has some hair clips on his hair.

As I chuckle softly and after seeing this beautiful sight, I married the right man that would love me endlessly and be the great yet loveable daddy to our princesses.

And he’s my one and only, Byun Baekhyun.

#exowritersnet #exo fanfiction #baekhyun fanfiction #baekhyun scenarios #baekhyun oneshot #exo scenarios #exo oneshot #fluff #baekhyun fluff

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hongism · 3 years

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Dude today has been crazy at work. I work at a factory and today I was in one of the hot departments which just means there's no a/c so it's usually between 80-120° F depending on the temp outside. But the department I was in tonight has a lot of oil for the food product and there was a super bad storm that took out the power and FIRST OF ALL. I am TERRIFIED of the dark and I was between some machines and completely secluded from everybody when it happened but since the machines are so hot I couldn't even move cause it was pitch black and I couldn't risk running into one. Then finally the backup generators came on so I could KIND of see and I rushed to the other employees (They're on a set team since they're through the actual factory but I'm part of a temp agency so I do the bitch work which means more work and also I get moved around constantly so I don't really know them) and my partner found me and even we don't really know each other that well yet lmao but everyone was buzzing cause power outages are wild in huge factories and SUDDENLY. PEOPLE WERE YELLING TO GET OUT BECAUSE THERE WSS A FUCKING FIRE. THERE WAS A FIRE. and we had to walk BACK between the machines where I couldn't fucking see anything and I was leading the line I was on and we had to walk right by the fire TWICE. WHAT THE FUCK. and the machines have been down for almost 6 hours now so we've all just been sitting around (but my jeans got ripped and there's a giant hole which is a safety hazard so even when the machines are back up I'm not allowed back in so I'm basically on a 6 hour break 😭)

Bro I had so many other things I was going to send you the passed week but got too busy or whatever but this just. WHEW. oh and then the 30-something of us in that department went to the break room and had a lil "party". Idk why one of them had a Bluetooth speaker but he did. honestly the more I type out of this night the more this feels like a scene from a wattpad fic (strangely makes sense, I have a LOT of "y/n" moments)

--rolypoly(also holy shit i got almost no sleep before work because my dream involved my deceased friend spending a little bit of time with me before telling me again that it was time for us to move on and the way I had to initiate it was by painting this picture I'd been working on of him and I together and smiling at each other and happy, and I had to do it on a suitcase? Anyway, woke up and when I checked the time it was his clock birthday and I just decided it was going to be a rough day and then all that shit happened. Although since nobody was hurt thankfully I don't consider that a bad day... I like the excitement)(and technically free money since we can't work when the power is out, machines are down, or ya know a fire) sorry this is a messy ask as usual, I just am like. WHOA. Wild

okay HOT DAMN this was a trip from start to finish ?!?!?!? omg but honestly pls rolypoly im so glad that you're safe and that the crisis was averted and that no one got hurt that's very good im so glad that you're safe!!! secondly! i hope that work is much less eventful in the future pls be safe and safe <3 that sounds so terrifying tho oml that’s a nightmare and a horror story to me i can’t believe that happened i would’ve just dipped outta there so fast 😭😭

THIRDLY pls rest up oml you had such a busy and eventful and crazy week from start to finish i hope you can take care of yourself and look after yourself as best you can <3 and im sorry to hear about that dream that sounds so harsh and hard to dream so im sorry you had to go through that :(( i hope you dont have more dreams like that in the futures :( ILY BESTIE

#rolypoly anon #death tw #nightmare tw

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HI ITS ME WHO'S NOT OVER JJK BLONDE SELFIE AND WILL NEVER BE -💫

HELLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO <33333333

HONESTLY ITS THE WAY YOH SAY SUCH NICE THINGS AND I DISAPPEAR FOR DAYS ON END BECAUSE INCONSISTENCY BLEEDS INTO EVERY CORNER OF MY LIFE FNEKALKD BUT I'M GETTING DONE WITH MY FIRST LEG OF EXAMS ON MONDAY SO YAY TO THAT!! OKAY I THINK WE'LL MOVE SLOWLY WITH BABY STEPS JUNGKOOK DROPPED SOME SELCAS JIMIN DROPPED SOME SELCAS IN THE WORDS OF THE LEGENDARY JEON JUNGKOOK ALL WE NEED NOW IS "together..BAM!" (THAT'S LITERALLY ONE OF MY FAVORITE MOMENTS EVER THE WAY HE SAYS IT 🤧)

YES IN THIS HOUSE WE SCREAM OVER JIMIN'S DISRESPECT HE IS THE PARAGON OF A MULTI-FACETED MAN THAT HAS US WRAPPED AROUND HIS FINGER. THE AUDACITY 😤

CHANEL X JIMIN LETS MAKE IT HAPPEN AND OMG THAT SELFIE THAT DROPPED?? SIR???? WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL?? I MEAN YES BH SAID LET'S DROP SELFIES IN BULK BUT THAT ONE PICTURE OF HIM IN BLACK(GREY? I DONT KNOW FHSKKAJF) WITH THE SHIRTS UNBUTTONED!!! THEM COLLARBONES ARE FREE AND THEY'RE THRIVING IN THE OPEN IN THAT ONE. ALSO HIS LIPS ARE SO PRETTY. OH GOD LITERALLY HE HAS THAT COCKY SMIRK ON HIS FACE WHEN HE KNOWS HE DOES HOT BOY SHIT LIKE SHUT UP OK YOU CANT DO THAT JAIL FOR U NDNSLSKAJJW

SUCH A FUCKING TEASE THATS RIGHT!! EVEN STRAIGHT MEN?? BRO LIKE HOW DO YOU HAVE ALL GENDERS JUST TRIPPING OVER THEMSELVES FOR YOU IT'S INSANE AND OMG MISS SHIVI HAVE YOU SEEN THAT ONE CLIP IN WHICH JIMIN HOLDS HIS GAZE WITH THESE MEN WHO LOOK AT HIM (i think it was bon voyage?) and when they cross each other he JUST SMIRKS AND RUNS HIS HAND THROUGH HIS HAIR LIKE YEAH OK ALEXA PLAY I'M SEXY AND I KNOW IT. AND YES I'LL LISTEN TO EVERYTHING YOU HAVE TO SAY ANYTIME 💗💗

12PM KST IS THE HOLY HOUR I TELL YOU ALTHOUGH I REMEMBER WAITING THE NIGHT BEFORE BE CAME OUT WAITING FOR SOMETHING TO COME AND BH WAS JUST LIKE "yea...no" OMG THAT'S AWESOME YOUR COUSIN'S VISITING YOU

HHFJDOSO YEAH IT'S BEEN A WHILE SINCE THEY DID THE JUMP ALTHOUGHHHH I'M POSITIVE THEY'LL DO SMTH COOL LIKE THAT IN THEIR CONCERTS BECAUSE THEIR PERFORMANCE QUALITY IS JUST.. THROUGH THE ROOF IT'S CRAZY!! WHEN THE PERFORM WINGS?? LIKE HOLY SHIT NO CHOREO NO POSITIONS JUST BTS RUNNING AROUND THE STAGE MAKING THE CROWD GO FERAL I LOVE EVERY WINGS PERFORMANCE SO MUCH MY SEROTONIN LEVELS ARE ALWAYS AT A HIGH THEN. OOHH MY GODDD BS&T IS REALLY THAT BITCH!!!! WHO'S DOING IT LIKE HER TODAY NO ONE IS EXACTLY. AND NOOOO I TOTALLY GET IT WE THINK ON THE SAME WAVELENGTH THAT ACCIDENT HAS THE SAME EFFECT ON ME. IF ONLY YOU'D TOLD ME THEN IN 2016 THAT THAT ACCIDENT WAS THE START OF SO MANY I'D BE PREPARED FOR EVERYTHING THAT FOLLOWED (see: him basically stripping himself that one serendipity performance. holy shit.)

FOR REAL THO CHRISTMAS LOVE DROPPED OUT OF NOWHERE AND DO YOU REMEMBER JIMIN SAYINF uUH iM nOt wORkInG oN a SoLo SoNg aT ThE mOmEnT heHe LIKE ALL MEN DO IS LIE OK AT THIS POINT. BYE. YES TAEHYUNG DID WARN US BUT ARMYS (LIKE MYSELF) PUT THEIR CLOWN WIGS ON AND THOUGHT IT WAS KTH1 LMAO. OMG I HOPE YOU DON'T SLEEP THROUGH ANY OF THEIR UPCOMING SONG RELEASES BUT I'M SURE IT'S THE BEST FEELING TO WAKE UP TO CHECK YOUR NOTIFS AND SEE "Big Hit Labels" BECAUSE THAT'S HOW YOU KNOW IT'S GOING TO BE FIREEE. DUDE SERIOUSLY I NEED JIMIN TO GO LIVE AGAIN (although we've been well fed by namjoon for now🤧😌💗) LIKE THAT ONE YT LIVE WHERE HE SAID "O...M...G" SHUT UP STOP BEING SO CUTE I'M DHJSWLIFJWKALS

LMAO OKAY YEAH THAT'S VALID YOUR BLOG THEME IS BASICALLY ✨jimin✨ AND I LOVE THAT IT REALLY GRAVITATED ME AND YOUR URL OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDD YOUR BRAINNN 💆‍♀️💆‍♀️💆‍♀️💆‍♀️💆‍♀️

YES YES YES JIMIN IS SO PERFECT AND THE SOCK DOODLESSS 😭😭😭 oooo so when did you get into giffing? how did you start? BROOOOO YOUR URL'S ORIGIN STORY. I LOVE IT WOW YES IT'S DEFINITELY GOT THE REQUIRED ✨pazzaz✨

NOOO OMG THIS URL IS YOUR BRAND LIKE YOU'RE A LEGEND ON ARMYBLR I LOVE IT SO MUCH. BUT STILL!! IT'S YOUR CHOICE AT THE END 💖

OMG QUARANTINE DID IT'S ONE GOOD JOB AND GOT YOU INTO BANGTAN YAY. OMG YOU AND MISS LIFEGOESMON ARE FRIENDSS??? LEGENDS INTERACTING THIS IS SO COOL. LMAO THE PARADIGM SHIFT YOU MUST'VE FELT FROM LISTENING TO STAY GOLD (WHICH BTW THE MV...THE LITERAL CUTEST OH GOD THE LITTLE DOG AND JIMIN'S LITTLE SMILES DHSJAOWO) TO THEN GOING TO BST IN WHICH JIMIN IS BASICALLY STRIPPING AND JUNGKOOK IS UPSIDE DOWN LMAOOO. YES BS&T HAS EVERYONE HOOKED THE POWERRRR. YOU FALLING DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE WITH YOUR FRIEND'S ASSISTANCE OH GOD THIS IS SO CUTE 💓 EVERYTHING ABOUT THEM 🥺🥺🥺

AAAAH OKAY MY STORY ISN'T AS INTERESTING AS YOURS IS BUT IN 2016 BASICALLY ALL I KNEW OF KPOP WAS GANGNAM STYLE AND WASNT WILLING TO CUANGE THAT PERCEPTION (FOOL BEHAVIOUR I TELL YOU) AND WAS TOO BUSY OBSESSING OVER ONE DIRECTION'S REUNION AND SO ONE NIGHT (THE NIGHT BEFORE JIMIN'S BIRTHDAY 🤧🤧) I JUST STUMBLED UPON THEIR BS&T TEARS MV AND I HEARD IT AND I WAS LIKE OMG!! THIS IS THAT SUPER ADDICTIVE SONG THAT I'D HEARD SOMEWHERE AND IT JUST SPIRALLED FROM THERE I REMEMBER SEEING JIMIN AND BEING LIKE 👀👀👀👀 WHO IS HE I LIKE HIM AND JUST HIS AURA DREW ME IN SOOO MUCH AND WHEN I WAS GETTING INTO THEM I REMEMBER WRITING THEIR NAMES IN MY NOTES TO SEE IF I COULD REMEMBER 🤧 AND I STILL HAVE THAT NOTE FROM 4+ YEARS AGO 💓 AND YEAH BASICALLY SEEING THEM DO ALL THE MUSIC SHOWS AND STUFF AT THE TIME WAS SO COOOL AND MIND YOU BH DIDN'T HAVE SUBS FOR BANGTAN BOMBS THEN SO WENT ON THESE SKETCHY DAILYMOTION TYPE SITES LOOKING FOR ALL THE CONTENT I COULD CHURN OUT LMAO

AND YES!! COURTESY OF YOU I DID WATCH SOME RUN EPS!! I WATCHED THEIR CANADA ONES SPEAKING OF WHICH I LOOOVE THAT PART WHERE THEY'RE DOING THAT SONG GUESSING THING IN THE MORNING AND JIMIN SAYS "are you cold?" 🥺🥺 TO TAE AND HUGS HIM URRHRHEHSJSJSH AND I ALSO SAW THE ONES WITH THE PUPPIES GODDDDD I LOVE THE PUPPIES ONE SO MUCH LITERALLY JUNGKOOK AND HIS DOG (MIRI?) OH MY GOD THAT LIL FLUFFER AND ADAM IS MY ICON WITH HOW HE JUST DID HIS OWN THING LMAO.

BUT ANYWAY!! DO YOU HAVE A FAVE ERA?? LIKE DO YOU EVER LOOK AT THEM AND GO "Damn I wish I was a fan then" BECAUSE HONESTLY I WISH I HAD STANNED THEM IN THEIR DOPE ERA BUT I DON'T THINK I WOULD HAVE SURVIVED JIMIN THEN DHKSOWID-💫

FOR THE UMPTEENTH TIME!!!!!!! ITS OKAY!!!!!!!! I TOTALLY TOTALLY UNDERSTAND!!!!! AND YAYYYYY CONGRATS I HOPE THE FIRST LEG OF EXAMS WENT WELL <333333 AND OH MY GOD you’re gonna make me cry with the together baam goddddddd same one of my fave moments and jimin’s giggles after that 😭😭😭😭 my babies <3 :((((

that..... black suit selca....... that opened button...... like open one more dear sir who’s stopping you... just do it <33333 YEAH he totally needs to shut up with his i know im hot side it just kills me every single time 😭😭😭😭😭

LISTEN THAT BV3 MOMENT S H O O K ME OKAY????? THOSE GUYS LOOKED AT HIM AND HE WAS SO FUCKING SMUG ABOUT IT (AND HE SHOULD BE) AND THE WAY HE LICKED HIS LIPS AND RAN HIS HANDS THROUGH HIS HAIR????? LIKE HE KNOWS HE HAS EVERY SINGLE PERSON; NO MATTER WHAT GENDER; WRAPPED AROUND HIS LIL PINKY LIKE THAT???????

OH MY GOD ME TOO I LOVEEEEEEEEEEE THE WINGS STAGE AND WATCHING THEM HAVE SO MUCH FUN IS JUST SO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AND I ALSO ABSOLUTELY LOVVVEEE THEIR ENERGY DURING THE SY TOUR MEDLEY WITH IDOL AND BAEPSAE AND FIRE AND DOPE ZSXDFGFCHGVJBHJN THEY JUST LOSE THEMSELVES IN THE CROWD AND THE MUSIC AND ITS JUST SO FUCKING SURREAL TO WATCH HOW MUCH THEY ENJOY DOING WHAT THEY DO!!!!! kinda makes me want to find that happiness and passion in whatever i do in my professional life <3 and LISTEN jimin said the break the soul commentary THAT HE COULD DO SERENDIPITY SHIRTLESS TOO. THE AUDACITY. HE SAID THAT WITH HIS WHOLE CHEST.

YOU KNWO WHAT I THINK JIMIN WON’T GIVE US A HINT BEFORE DROPPING PJM1. HE’LL JUST DROP IT ONE FINE DAY OUT OF NOWHERE LIKE HE DROPPED PROMISE AND CHRISTMAS LOVE (i wasn’t here when he dropped promise but i read that on twitter sdfghjkl) AND NO PLS NO I DO N O T WANT TO SLEEP THROUGH JJK1 OR KTH1 OR PJM1 OR KSJ1 OR NAMGI MIXTAPE 3 OR HOBI MIXTAPE 2 OR ANYTHING BASICALLY YOU GET IT i had slept through dynamite cb because i had NO CLUE that they were gonna drop it at 1pm kst rather than 12 am kst. i was under the impression that since they dropped all the teaser pictures and the teaser itself as 12 am kst, the mv will drop at 12 am kst too. and I woke up like two hours after the mv dropped (which was almost noon my time) and i felt like A FUCKING FOOL AND I JUST 😭😭😭😭 NEVER WANT TO FEEL LIKE THAT EVER AGAIN 😭😭😭

AND YES BABIE NEEDS TO COME LIVE SOON PLS I MISS HIM SO FUCKING MUCH :((((( AND HIS O...M.....G HAD MADE ME FUCKING SOBBBBBBBBBBB his yt live god he looked sooooooo fluffy with his hair and his tiny hands and his puppy eyes and soft voice im just so 😭😭😭😭😭😭

NO NONNONONONO PLEASE IM NO LEGEND DON’T SAY THAT IM EMBARRASSED im just a normal fangirl who makes okayish gifs 😭😭 and ok yes so i started giffing LONNNGGGGGG time back on a different public fan forum from my country but i never knew the right process and stuff so obviously the gifs were shitty lmao BUT ANYWAY i got into gifmaking PROPERLY this in july last year and obviously struggled a lot in the beginning because i didn’t know shit about colouring and stuff lmao but i kept practicing and even though im not perfect rn i do think that i got better. i love giffing tho. its such a nice creative outlet and whenever i gif the boys it brings me so much happiness :( <33

AND YES ASDFGHJKL ME AND HER ARE FRIENDS SINCE A VERY LONG TIME SDFGHJK LIKE LONG BEFORE BOTH OF US GOT INTO BTS SDFGHJ and ah yes the whiplash lmaooooooo and you’re right god the stay gold mv is SO FUCKING PRETTY THE COLOURS IN THAT ENTIRE MV HELLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOO AND JIMIN AND TAE AND JOON WITH THE DOGGO JUST EVERYTHING SDFGHJK <3333333 AND BS&T DUDE I GIFFED THE MV YESTERDAY AND IM 💀💀💀💀💀 (like i just giffed jimin from the mv but i did watch the whole thing 5647589 times <333333) AND GUESS WHAT!!!!!! I WAS A LILLY SINGH FAN (IDK IF YOU KNOW HER SHE’S A YOUTUBER) BACK IN 2016 AND PEOPLE BACK THEN HAD REQUESTED HER TO REACT TO BS&T MV AND I HAD WATCHED HER REACTION VIDEO AND (although it didn’t stick with me back then because i was a fucking fool) I DID SOMEHOW REMEMBERED THE JIN AND STATUE KISSING MOMENT AND WHEN IN 2020 I SAW THE MV AND SAW THE KISSING MOMENT MY BRAIN JUST!!!!!!!!!!! I WAS LIKE HOLY SHIT I HAVE SEEN THIS BEFORE SOMEWHERE AND THEN I REMEMBERED I HAD SEEN THIS IN THE REACTION VIDEO LMAOOOOO i wish i hadn’t been a fool and gotten into them back then :((((

AH NO OMG YOUR STORY IS SOOOOOOO CUTEEEEEEEEEE ATLEAST YOU WEREN’T A FOOL LIKE ME TO NOT GET ATTRACTED TO BS&T THE FIRST TIME OF SEEING IT!!!! I WANNA HIT MY 2016 SELF LIKE DAMN YOU YOU FOOLISH ASSHOLE AND yes omg how did y’all do the subs thing damnnnnn i can’t imagine

AND YES THE CANADA RUN EPIS ARE LOOOVVVEEEE and that vmin moment plsssssss i cry everytime 😭😭😭😭😭 it is just so soft and innocent and tae’s little smile after jimin just turns around and hugs him 😔😔😔😔 i love soulmates 😔😔😔😔 AND MIRI YES OMG EVERYONE WAS SO IMPRESSED BY THE LITTLE CUTIE AND THE WAY JUNGKOOK JUST KEPT ADORING HER THROUGHOUT MADE ME SO SO SOFTTTT and bro adam is me. i am like that. lazy and un-motivated AF. although if i were a dog and jin were to be my owner i would listen to him so well and jump on him every chance i’d get 😌😌😌

GOD YES RED HAIR DOPE ERA JIMIN 💀 BABIE BUT MAKE IT SEXY 🥵🥵 AND OMG YESDGFHG MY FAVE ERA IS HYYH. ORANGE HAIRED JIMIN. PLS. HE’S EVERYTHING. I WISH I HAD GOTTEN INTO THEM DURING THAT. LIKE THAT ERA IS ..... SOMEHOW SO FUCKING WILD AND STILL SO ASSURING AND CALMING ????? KEEPS ME ROOTED LIKE IDK HOW TO EXPLAIN DFGHJKL AND WINGS TOO DAMN I WISH I WAS HERE TO LIVE ALL THOSE AMAZING ERAS. but even though i wish i had gotten into them earlier... i think i found them when i needed them the most. I was going through a very difficult time last year and they somehow they made me feel so fucking safe and at home that the connection was instant. honestly i’ve never stanned or felt a connection with any celebrity as strong as the one i feel with bangtan. its like... they don’t know i exist but they still know EXACTLY what im feeling and what to say or do at that time to make me feel comforted. Its weird god but its true :((( SORRY I GOT EMO I JUST LOVE THEM A LOT SDFGHJKL

#anonymous #replied #💫

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starrybethany · 4 years

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Clayton Keller: Part 5

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I roll over in bed, stretching out my leg to release the tension in the muscle. It hits something hard on the other side of the bed and I shoot up in surprise, instantly regretting it as pain ruptures through my head.

Betsy groans, causing the pain to worsen and she turns towards me, innocently blinking her eyes open.

“What are you doing here?” I ask, my voice husky.

“Bro we got so drunk last night,” she lets out a quiet laugh and I can’t help but wince at that.

Every single noise that is occuring is making my head want to explode.

“I was too wasted to go home so you told me to crash here.”

“Okay, but why are you in my bed?”

She shrugs lazily. “You wanted someone to cuddle with.”

Yep, sounds like me.

She rolls over onto her back, splaying across the bed. She shows no hint of caring when her arm hits my body. “And you started whining because Clayton’s not here so I figured hey, I’m the next best thing.”

I watch her carefully as her eyes flicker back closed. I thought she would tease me about wanting Clayton here but I guess she’s too focused on her intense hangover to do that. I won’t complain about it, though.

Everything in my body is yelling at me to stop as I pull myself to a standing position, stumbling my way into the kitchen. I almost begin to cry at the sunlight streaming through the windows but hold it in, quickly grabbing two bottles of water and some Tylenol.

“Hey, babe.” I get Betsy’s attention quietly as I enter my room again, handing her a water bottle and two pills.

“Give me another.”

I give her another pill before taking three myself, drinking half of the water bottle before deciding it’s enough and laying back down on my bed. I’m just about asleep when my phone vibrates on the bedside table, light illuminating the dark room.

“Turn that shit off,” Betsy mumbles tiredly.

I squint my eyes as closed as they can get before grabbing my phone, turning it on ‘Do Not Disturb’ while catching a glance at the sender of the text. Clayton, of course. I groan from both the light and the absurdity of our situation and Betsy throws a pillow at me to get me to shut up.

I set my phone back down and turn to face her, falling into a nice slumber.

I feel better when I wake up but I’m still hungover as hell. I don’t know what I drank last night or how much, but I don’t think that I’ll be doing that for a while.

I feel ridiculous wearing sunglasses into the kitchen but when I spot Betsy making food at the stove with her sunglasses on, I don’t feel so bad.

“I don’t even remember what happened last night,” I murmur, leaning against the counter and staring down at it.

“Well, long story short, you couldn’t stop thinking about the Coyotes game you went to and how you met all of Clayton’s teammates and their partners and shit so you called me to get your mind off of the topic and oh, I did,” she smirks.

It would be more effective without the bulky sunglasses covering half of her face.

“Thanks for the booze, you should bring it to Tyler’s birthday party next week.” The words slip out of her mouth easily.

She just reminded me of another thing to be stressed about. Tyler’s birthday is next week and we celebrate hard every year. It takes months of planning in advance and shit, I forgot to plan it.

“You forgot his birthday didn’t you?” Betsy asks once she sees the look on my face.

I nod, pressing my head into my hands.

“Y/N, it was your turn to plan it! And I reminded you a bunch of times too!”

“You don’t think I know that, Betsy?” I snap. She becomes quiet and I sigh. “I’m sorry for yelling at you, it’s just, shit.”

“You can figure it out,” she reassures me. “You know all he really wants is to hang out with his friends, get drunk, and then get laid.”

“Yeah but I didn’t tell anybody and I didn’t buy any alcohol yet, hell I don’t even know how much money I have for alcohol,” I sigh.

“Ask Clayton to pay you early.” She shrugs.

I don’t respond, my mind racing with all that I have to do. I have to plan this birthday party, my midterms are coming up this week, my sister might be coming to visit me, and oh, yeah, I have to do whatever Clayton wants too.

My mind stops spinning when Betsy sets a bowl down in front of me, taking a seat at the counter beside me.

“Stop worrying, you’ll figure it out. You always do.”

“I guess so.”

My chest burns from lack of oxygen and I glare at Betsy’s car in the back of the parking lot. Why are there so many people at the grocery store in the middle of the day on a Monday? And why did so many people have to park like assholes?

“Hello?” I answer my phone breathlessly as I quickly grab a cart and walk through the store towards the alcohol section. I wanted to grab some booze for Tyler’s party before I had to rush back to campus for class but I don’t know how well that plan is working out.

“Y/N,” the other person lets out a wail and I pull my phone back in confusion, unsure of who it is.

It’s my college roommate from when I was a freshman. We talk once and a while but she’s still as obsessed with her boyfriend now as she was a couple of years ago, something that I can’t really related to.

“What’s wrong, Paige?” I ask, picking up a pack of beer in my free hand and putting it in my cart. I grab another pack and put that in my cart as I wait for her to collect herself.

“He cheated on me!” I have to pull the phone away from my ear as she screams it.

“Andrew cheated on you?” I question, sending her into another fit of sobs. I mentally curse myself out, grabbing a bottle of wine and a bottle of tequila off of the shelf. I decide to go for another bottle of tequila.

“Yeah, I just found the texts with the other girl and she’s gorgeous and she goes to Harvard and-””Here’s the plan, Paige,” I grab a pack of margarita mix, knowing that Paige would appreciate that much more than any other type of alcohol I would grab. Then I grab some more random bottles for Tyler’s party. “I have class soon so I’ll swing around your apartment and cry with you in about two hours. I’m bringing alcohol and I’ll grab some cookies, too.”

I grab the cookies off of the shelf as I pass it, stopping at a cash register and loading the alcohol onto the belt.

The cashier eyes me as the crying on the other end of the line slows down. “Okay.”

“I’ll see you soon.” I hang up and shove my phone into my back pocket, pulling out my wallet to get my ID out. “How are you today?”

“I’m good,” the cashier gives me a small smile, checking over my ID to make sure I’m over twenty one. “How are you doing?”

My phone rings instantly as her question ends and I pull it out, letting out a sigh. “Busy. Hello?”

“Why didn’t you answer my texts last night?” He asks.

Exhaustion fills my body as I realize this will lead to another fight, something I can’t handle with how little sleep I got last night and the hecticness that’s occured today. “I have things to do, Clayton.”

“But you can’t even take a minute out of your day to respond to my texts? Bullshit,” he spits.

I rub my eyes tiredly, pushing my card into the slot with a tug in my heart, knowing that I’ll wince when I see my account balance after this. “It just slipped my mind, okay?”

“Your job slipped your mind?”

Oh that’s right, this is technically my job. Even though it might not be a job with designated hours or tasks, it’s still something that I’m getting paid for, so I have to throw my heart into it as much as I just want to brush it off.

I never got to brush my part-time jobs off so why would I get to just brush this off? I guess I just assumed that Clayton would be more understanding.

“Okay, sorry.” I hurriedly push the cart into the parking lot, knowing that I’m definitely going to be late to class between loading everything into my car and the traffic. “I’ll come over as soon as class ends- wait, shit, I promised Paige I would go see her-”He scoffs at that and I bite my tongue. “I’ll come over around nine o’clock tonight, okay?”

“Whatever.”

I roll my eyes at his attitude. It’s really the last thing I want to deal with today, and quite frankly, as attractive as the guy is and as nice as he can be at times, he’s bothering me with this whole conversation and seeing him is the last thing that I want to do but I’m obligated to. “If you don’t want me to come over then text me. But otherwise I’ll be over then. I have to go, I have class.”

I grumpily ring the doorbell, not happy to see Clayton after our argument on the phone and watching Paige drink away all of her problems while not being able to because I needed to be sober enough to Uber over to Clayton’s house.

“Well look who it is,” Christian opens the door, greeting me with a friendly smile. “Clayton said you would be coming over!”

“Yeah,” I mumble, unsure of how to react to his words. He steps to the side and I enter the house, taking my shoes off and setting them beside the door.

“He’s just in his room, you know where that is, right?” He asks.

I nod, giving him a polite smile before walking down the hall towards the room I’ve been in a couple of times now. I walk in to see Clayton slouched against his headboard, video game controller in his hands and his eyes on the TV.

Really? I came over just to watch him play video games?

He doesn’t say anything and he doesn’t even look at me, but he lifts his arms and motions towards his lap, a sign for me to climb in. I make myself cozy against his body, watching whatever stupid shooter game he’s playing.

Despite the annoyance flooding through my veins, I snuggle closer to Clayton, cherishing the few moments of the day that I get to rest.

“How was your day?” He questions, montone.

“Hectic. You?”

He hums, pressing a button extra hard on the controller. Once he loses all three of his lives I ask, “So do you want to do something now?”

“Yeah, play another round,” he responds, restarting the game.

“So you knew that I have a busy week but begged me to give you attention and now you’re sitting here playing video games.” I sit up in his lap, turning to make eye contact. He avoids my eyes, staring at the TV screen. “Explain that to me.”

“I don’t know what you want from me, babe.”

I blatantly roll my eyes. “I literally just told you what I want from you. An explanation.”

“Is it too much to ask you to just sit here and watch me play video games?” He asks, exasperated. “Ugh, you made me die.”

“You would’ve died anyways,” I mumble, crawling out of his lap and sitting on the bed next to him with my arms crossed.

“If you’re going to pout then you can just leave.”

My head snaps towards him and I notice that now he’s staring back at me with a blank expression, giving me his full attention.

“What?”

He repeats his sentence and I scoff, sliding my feet onto the floor. I leave without another word, not pleased with the way I leave things but not happy with the way he’s treating me either.

#Clayton keller imagine #NHL imagines #Clayton keller fanfiction #Clayton keller fanfic #Clayton keller story

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Fallout Characters as Vines

Butch: *sitting at a booth eating* I mean, I get complimented all the time- Lone: *bursts out laughing from across the booth* Butch: I do! Lone: *continues laughing*

Six: *puts a pen to their mouth and inhales* *exhales smoke* Blaze it. *points camera to stove* Just kidding it's from my macaroni and cheese~!

Sole: *hands empty water bottle* Here. Mama Murphy: *stares at it for a second* This bitch is empty. Yeet! *lamely throws water bottle to ground*

Rex: *running towards a puddle* Six: You gonna get wet, I ain't gonna take you home, AH he got his damn feet wet now, shit dog...

Deacon: Welcome back to me screaming. AGHHHHHHHH- *takes breath* AGHHHHHHHHHH

Lone: WHAT ARE THOOOOOOOSE?! *motions to shoes* Old Lady Palmer: They are my crocs.

Lone: Sleep?! I don't know nothing about sleep! It's summertime-! James: You better go to bed! Lone: Oh, he caught me...

Sole: Two shots... of vodka. *open vodka bottle and dumps it into glass*

Hancock: Bro, how much money do you have? Sole: 69 caps. Hancock: Oh, you know what that means! Sole: *eyes start to water* I don't have enough money for Nuka Quantum...

Sole: Let me see what you have! Shaun: *runs by and holds up knife* A knife! Sole: NO! *runs after him*

Six: I wanna be a cowboy, baby! Veronica: Hell yeah! Six: *spinning around on old playground equipment with Veronica* I wanna be a cowboy, baby!

Six: Man, you sure do know your bible. Joshua: That's why they call me- ~~BibleMan~~

Six: Wanna hear a chemistry joke? Arcade: ... Six: Is that a no? Arcade: Oh sorry did you want a *looks at camera* reaction? -camera cuts to Six huddled in the bathroom crying-

Lone: Would you rather fight a bunch of kindergartners- Butch: I wanna fight kindergartners. Lone: That's not even the whole- Butch: Those kids are getting slapped-!

Travis: I have a banana peel on the ground and I'm gonna see if it's really slippery like it is in the cartoons. I- *grabs cup of water and instantly slips, slinging water everywhere* UAGHHHHH

Preston: *filming group of radstags eating outside the house* Sole: *sneezes and radstags run off* Preston: Nice, Sole. Sole: I sneezed! Oh, I'm not allowed to sneeze?

Mr. Brotch: Butch has 19 bottles of dish soap, and he gives Paul- Amata: Wait, why does Butch have so many soaps?! Butch: *sitting at a desk surrounded by soap, pouring soap out into hand* MIND YO BUSINESS, AMATA!

Lone: *tries and fails to do a skateboard trick* James: Hey I used to ride skateboard. Lone: Pfft, my dad is such-what?! James: *rides by on skateboard doing a handstand*

Shaun: *holding basketball* Hey, you wanna play? Hancock: Nah, I don't really. Shaun: C'mon... Hancock: Okay, you talked me into it. Shaun: *shoots basketball* Hancock: *viciously slaps it away* Get outta here kid! *slam dunks basketball with Shaun backing away* GAME OVER!!!

Travis: How to pick up girls. *runs at Scarlett and picks her up* Scarlett: AGH GET OFF OF ME! Travis: *trips and falls* OH, FU-

Lone: Daddy can you teach me how to twerk? James: *raises eyebrows* No more tv *unplugs tv* no more computer *shoves computer in trash* We're reading books from now on, little girl. *hands Lone a book*

Arcade: Rex, I'm home. *walks into kitchen to see bloodstain and 'your next' written in blood on fridge* *gasps* This is so wrong... *dips finger in blood and corrects 'your' to 'you're'* There.

Shaun: *standing on ladder* I'm scared, Mom. Sole: Do ya trust me son? *holds out arms* Shaun: Yeah. Sole: C'mon son! Shaun: *falls backwards* Sole: *turns away* Rule number one, never trust anybody!

-Amata and Lone sitting at a table drinking coffee and Butch and Wally pretend to take pictures- Butch: Today we observe two basic white girls in their natural habitat! Whatever you do, don't touch the- Wally: *grabs a coffee and runs off* Butch: *gasps* Are you crazy?!

James: Someone called me a dilf at work today. Lone: Oh, that was so cool- James: No, it wasn't. Lone: YEAH

Shaun: Yeet! Sole: *walks into room* Eat, eat? You wanna eat something? Shaun: No mom I was just saying a random word... Sole: *holds out mutfruit* Okay, eat something. Shaun: No I'm fine- Sole: EaT thE FuckIn MuTrUit-

Lone: *wearing a graduation cap* Hey change of plans, I'm actually not going to college anymore, I'm going to hell. Um, not that excited.

Lone: So you just gonna bring me a birthday gift on my birthday to my birthday party on my birthday with a birthday gift? Amata: *raises eyebrows and slowly looks away* Butch: Happy birthday-? Lone: *smashes glass into his face*

Deacon: Be honest, do these shorts make my butt look big? MacCready: It makes that ass look fat. Deacon: What the fuck?... thank you.

Six: I want to see my little boy~ Arcade: Here he comes. Six: I want to see my little boy~ ED-E: *beep*

MacCready: Hey can I get a sip of that water? Sole: It's not water. MacCready: Vodka! I like your style. Sole: It's vinegar. MacCready: What. Sole: It's vinegar, pussy.

Sole: I'm done with this dumbass Institute with all these fake ass people. Allie: *walks by* Hey. Sole: Hey! *walks by* ...fucking bitch.

Butch: You ready to die?! Lone: You can't kill me, I'm a bad bitch!

Joshua: This is my message to Jesus... Hey, GiGi. Sup man... how are ya?

Raider: That moment when you enter a room and forget why you went in there- Pickman: *stabs him in the back* Raider: *thinks* Oh that's right I was getting chased by a serial killer!

Deacon: Hey babe you wanna spoon? *holds up spoon* And then we can fork? And then-you can slit my throat with a knife...

Hancock: Bro, do you ever smoke lean? Preston: Smoke lean? Hancock: Wo-ow... Preston: N-no, yeah, I have. Hancock: Dude, I thought you were tight. Preston: I have, Mom-!

Mr. Brotch: Okay, is Butch here? Butch: Present. *dabs* Mr. Brotch: ...Lone. Lone: *throws up peace sign* Suh, dude.

Arcade: You ever wanna talk about your emotions, Boone? Boone: No. Six: I do! Arcade: I know, Six. Six: I'm sad. Arcade: I know, Six.

Veronica: Hey, I'm lesbian. Six: ...I thought you were American.

Shaun: I can't swim. Cait: How old are you? Shaun: Ten. Cait: *picks him up and throws him into a pond*

Butch: So basically what I was thinking of was um... Lone: *punches him* Butch: Ah, fuck... I can't believe you've done this.

Six: Do you remember one time I liked you? Benny: No? Six: Good cause it never happened. Benny: Oh... Six: Aha *flips him off* Oho

DC Guard: Detective, this is a crime scene. Nick: *holding 3 tubs of ice cream* What, is this the murder weapon?! *closes freezer with shoulder* Get off my dick!

Sole: I still don't have a New Year's resolution. Piper: You could lose a few. Danse: You could be less lazy. Cait: Don't be such a bitch- Sole: Okay DAMN!... SHIT.

Butch: *whispers* What do beavers build? Lone: A dam. James: *from other room* What'd you say? Butch: Ooh... Lone: Dad, he set me up!

-Amata, Butch, and Christine sitting at a booth- Lone: Today we observe a teenage male appeared to be caught in the friend zone! Research shows there's no escape... I've been spotted!

Six: *looking out over New Vegas* Some day I'm gonna own this goddamn town... *raises whiskey glass to mouth but quickly moves it away* Eughhh I don't like whiskey it burns my mouth!...

Lone: I'm different cause I don't like drama! Y'know?... But Christine... Christine has an STD-

Jack: What are these curious circles? *picks up bottlecap* They have little words on them, how quaint. Do poor people eat these? *bites into it* Disgusting, Edward, take it away!

Lone: This just in, folks, I'm getting reports that Butch is gay; more at 11. Butch: I'm not gay... ... Lone: This just in, folks, I'm now getting reports that Butch is still gay. Let's go to Butch who's on the scene. Butch: I'm not fucking gay!

Six: Any sauces? Raul: Hot and verde. Six: What did you just say to me? Raul: Oh, sorry. *removes accent* Verde. Six: I thought you were trying to seduce me or somethin'

Butch: What's goin' on, my name is Butch, I'm 19 years old, and I'm-... a little nervous *clears throat* He WaS a BOy, shE wAs a GirL ... Lone: I'm Lone and I think I can be the next American Idol *clears throat* I CHimE iN, hAVen'T-

Sole: *holds up harmonica* You play it and you get 100 million caps; but 100 million people will die. MacCready: *furiously plays harmonica* Sole: MacCready no-

#fallout #fallout new vegas #fallout 4 #fallout 3 #vines

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3 - maybe we’ll be better off, perhaps we’re not meant for this universe (days gone by NCT)

Days Gone By masterlist | main masterlist

2nd of august [continued]

5 new messages

(1 new message) Hyuckie – happy birthday, I guess! See you tonight, can’t wait! 😊

(1 new message) Injunnie – do I really still have to wish you happy birthday after all these years? Is it not just a given smh

(1 new message) Jaehyun – happy birthday lil guy! See you tonight!!! Doyoung and I are very excited to see you!!

(1 new message) Lucas – yo, happy birthday dude! 8pm tonight right?

(1 new message) Jaemin – sending you birthday love! Catch you later 😊

TO Lucas (11:38 am) yep! See you tonight, ‘fashionably’ late as always right bro?

God did mark hate calling people bro.

TO Jaehyun (11:43 am) I’m really not little, how long are you going to keep this up for? Actually, don’t answer that, I’ll see you and Doyoung tonight.

TO Injunnie (11:45 am) wow, I love this kind of treatment on my birthday, so kind of you.

FROM Injunnie (11:47 am) We’ve known each other, what fifteen years? I think we get the idea now, do we not?

In other news, considering I don’t really care about your birthday right now, do you happen to know what’s up with Jaemin? He hasn’t messaged me in three days, the last time we spoke he couldn’t end the conversation any quicker.

Oh my god! The audacity! How dare he not message you?

Your sarcasm is not appreciated nor is it necessary right now. Usually I can’t get him to stop talking to me, I’m a tad scared.

You don’t think he’s going to break up with me, do you?

Oh my god!

Mark what if he breaks up with me? Like are we even together? We aren’t together so he doesn’t even have to break up with me.

You don’t think it’s to do with that new girl Yuna do you? He was the one who gave her tours!!

He said he was gay but maybe he’s not, maybe he feels like he got the wrong soulmate! He used to date girls, what if he lied to protect my feelings. That’s cute but messed up.

Jesus fucking Christ Injun, he’s not ending anything you're soulmates, he loves you.

and yes he did date girls but I had to listen to him drunkenly tell us he's 'strictly dick now' at Jaehyun's birthday - how did you not know?

I’m sure he’s just busy

He messaged me earlier, he said he was coming tonight, just look hot as usual and problem solved.

S T O P B E I N G A P A N I C K E D G A Y

And you better not be practicing your break up speech.

Okay, okay

Sorry – panic over. I’m good, we’re fine!

Let’s get back to you!

(1 new message) Hyuckie – Heejin is going to be there tonight, right? You need to help me pick an outfit; I need to look H o t - specifically with a capital H *cry*

Good because shit, Hyuck just messaged me asking what to wear tonight so he looks hot as Heejin is going to be there.

It’s my birthday why can’t he look hot for me and not for Heejin smh

Hold up,

Wait just a second here,

You’re now 18.

Really? No shit sherlock, I had no idea today was my eighteenth birthday

I can’t believe I didn’t think of it sooner!

D-did you get your soulmate mark yet?

Not you too

And did you seriously just stutter over text?

Yes, I did Mark, this is serious business, you have your soulmate mark don’t you?

Oof look at the time, I better run. Hyuck needs my help!

Mark

Mark Lee

You did not-

You really did huh

I guess I’ll see you later, happy birthday I guess

It was safe to say Mark had well and truly panicked. Renjun may be his best friend and what are best friends for if they don’t tease you to no end about your soulmate mark. Mark did exactly that when Renjun got his early after Jaemin’s confession at their schools annual end of year dance. Mark, Hyuck, Renjun and Jaemin had all gone together – bro’s come first and all – and while a slow song came on, Mark and Hyuck had made it outside just in time to not get roped into the dance floor, the other two hadn’t been so lucky… or maybe they had. Mark and Haechan couldn’t quite believe that after four months of the two of them trying to set their other best friends up, it took one dance, some fresh suits (they’d grown out of the old ones) and Jaemin’s freshly pink hair and Renjun’s freshly blond locks and newfound love for his glasses for the two to finally admit their feelings.

- - - - -

15th of June - end of year dance

“I cannot believe Mark and Haechannie left us here. How come crazy maths lady didn’t catch them sneaking out the back!”

“Uhm… I don’t know Jaemin, they just got lucky I guess.” Renjun was distracted, he’d wanted to be left alone with the other when he was ready, not when he risked blurting his crush as they may have only had very little alcohol courtesy of Johnny and Jaehyun before the dance – ‘you can’t go to a mundane school dance without a little something, how else will you get the confidence to dance’.

“I’m sorry I don’t really know how to dance either. How do you want to do this – your hands around my neck?”

“O-okay, sure.” Renjun could feel his hands shaking as he raised his arms up and clasped his hands together at the base of Jaemin’s neck. They were so close, Renjun could only hear the metronome that was his heartbeat thudding against his ribs. He could see the glimmer in Jaemin’s eyes, he could see the sweat beads forming just below the flop of his hair on his forehead due to the god-forsaken heat of the school’s assembly hall. Renjun’s focus was only on him, the music being played by the band on the stage gradually drowned itself out until it was at the very back of his mind, Jaemin was right in front of him, he had Jaemin’s breath tickling his cheek every time they swayed slightly to the non-existent beat.

“You know, if I knew that this was all it took to get you this close and practically melting in my grip, I wouldn’t have missed out on any god-awful school slow dances. Injunnie calm down, I can practically hear your mind whirring, attempting to process this.”

“I’m sorry I stopped listening at melting.” The reason Injun had stopped listening was due to the presence of Jaemin’s hands lowering themselves further down onto the cusp of hips and it was rather hard to concentrate when the best friend you’d been harbouring a crush on for quite some time was talking about you becoming weak under their touch and this felt like all you’d ever dreamt of (besides winning the lottery and academic success etcetera). It was one-hundred percent true; he wasn’t even going to bother fighting Jaemin on it. Anyone who looked at them would be able to see the utter panicked mess he’d become. Hands fiddling with his rings, becoming increasingly clammy, hair matting slightly as his heartrate continued to speed up and he started to feel the sweat building up.

“Injunnie, you know I love you right?”

“Of course, I do, what are best friends for?”

“No, I mean I love love you. Like I want to kiss you and hold your hand and cuddle up on rainy days and binge-watch all the Harry Potter movies with you, even though I know the whole time you’re going to sit there and give me a running commentary on how the books are better than the films and that J.K. Rowling is a goddess.”

“Don’t we do that anyway? Aside from the kissing thing, you attempt to kiss me and I push you away. And, J.K. Rowling is a goddess.”

“Injun, I want to date you – I- I want to be your boyfriend.” Jaemin’s hands were gradually pulling away from their position on Renjun’s hips and he wasn’t quite ready to let him go yet. “Just say something please, something relevant… please. If you don’t want to do this we can just move on, go back to being the best of friends. You know, maybe we’ll be better off, perhaps we’re not meant to be a couple in this universe.”

“Jesus Christ Jaemin you really never stop talking when you’re supposed to, do you?”

It was Jaemin’s turn to blush now, Injun was never this forward.

“I’m sorry, what did you want to say? I can handle the rejection you know! Sure, I may just have to drown my sorrows in several litre tubs of ice cream but I’m sure I’ll get over it. I’m strong yeah- “

Jaemin was cut off with a very light peck to the corner of the mouth and that left him spluttering, unable to form a coherent sentence.

“Wow, that got you to stop talking didn’t it? The Na Jaemin, speechless right before my very own eyes.”

“S-shut up, I’m not blushing.”

“I never said you were, but you most definitely are.” Renjun leant closer, mouth hovering just over Jaemin’s ear, “But, don’t worry about it, I know I’m blushing too and I can’t wait to see every way I can make you blush.”

Jaemin deemed it far too inappropriate of a conversation for their assembly hall, it was one-hundred percent not okay for anyone to over hear them.

“D-do you want to get out of here? Jaehyun isn’t home and maybe we could talk about t-this.” Jaemin could feel himself blushing more as every word left his mouth. What happened to him being the confident one?

“Let’s go.” Renjun took his hand, almost (but not quite) dragging him out of the hall, confidence overtaking his rationality, the alcohol coursing through his bloodstream, to where Jaemin’s pride and joy sat – the car he’d inherited from his grandfather, a 1967 black ford mustang and Renjun wouldn’t lie, it made Jaemin all that more appealing.

The two’s plans to make it home hadn’t quite worked out that way. Leaning over the gear stick, confident Jaemin was back and ready to make Renjun blush just as much as he’d been doing beforehand.

Raising a hand to his jaw, “Maybe I could get a proper kiss now; without you pushing me away.” Renjun’s entire body was heating up, the others voice had dropped at least three octaves, sultry and quiet but deafening to his ears. All he could do was nod lightly, leaning into the feeling of Jaemin’s hand. It was soft and gentle, like Jaemin was scared to hurt him but quickly turned darker and deeper. Licking into one another’s mouths, light moans and whimpers, hands grasping at clothing. Before he knew it, Renjun was seated comfortably on Jaemin’s lap, back against the steering wheel, hands clutching his shoulders while the others were on his waist. Whimpers turned into groans, Renjun had managed to slip Jaemin’s jacket off and was now working his way through the buttons of his shirt, hands shaking too much and eyes closed as the two gasped for breath in between rough, passionate, desperate kisses.

“Injunnie, don’t take this the wrong way, but maybe we should slow down. We’re in my car, in the car park remember?”

Renjun continued with his work on Jaemin’s buttons and rocking his hips back and forth with zero regard to what he was doing to the other and blatantly ignoring what he’d said.

“Holy shit.” The smaller let out a not-so subtle gasp as he pulled away.

“I know, I’ve never enjoyed kissing so much but, we can’t get too carried away.”

“No Jaem shit, shit, shit! Look, oh my god, look at your fucking stomach.”

“What? I know I have abs, Jesus Christ Injun, you’re acting like you’ve never seen them before.”

“No, you bloody twat, I know you have abs, I’ve looked at said abs many, many times, I’m talking about that.” Jaemin whelped at the sensation of Renjun jabbing just below his ribcage, finally noticing what Renjun was talking about – their make out session now long forgotten.

“Well, you’re the only person I’ve confessed to and been reciprocated and that definitely wasn’t there when I got out the shower about three hours ago so, um, congratulations? I guess we’re soulmates. But seriously I’m going to need an explanation about this.” Gesturing at the words pressed into his skin, ‘they’re definitely staring’.

“Drive back to yours. Now.” Renjun quickly slid back into his own seat, neatening his hair which had been tugged and ruined by his soulmate’s hands. He’d immediately gone into emotional shut down, all defence mechanisms had been activated. He was scared. He knew this meant they were soulmates but what if he couldn’t give Jaemin what he wanted, what he deserved.

“Earth to Injun, hey? You still with me?” Panic was evident in Jaemin’s voice as he watched the other stare off out the window. He opted for getting out the car, hoping that would be enough to alert the other of their arrival at Jaemin’s house. A house which was empty and quiet and the moment they went inside they’d be away from the public, all alone, to have a conversation Renjun was fearful of having, but the sleepiness had overtaken him as well and his eyes were beginning to droop.

“Come on, we can talk another time. You look sleepy, I’ll take you to bed.”

Renjun’s body was so used to this action that his limbs moved on their own, arms wrapping and locking at the back of Jaemin’s neck as he felt an arm slide under his knees. It was nice, relaxing even, he turned into Jaemin’s body – in search of warmth and the smell of home. The metronome that is Jaemin’s heartbeat, thumping softly as he was carried up the stairs. His own heartbeat, although slowing in search of sleep, was becoming increasingly irregular as Jaemin’s hands moved across his body, finding their way to undoing the buttons of his shirt and gently pulling one of Jaemin’s t-shirts over his head. Renjun managed to stay awake long enough to change himself into a pair of sweatpants and curl up under the thick duvet of Jaemin’s bed before allowing himself to drift off.

“Goodnight Injunnie,” a delicate kiss to his forehead before climbing in next to him, Renjun’s body on auto-pilot curling himself up into his side, “we’ll talk about this tomorrow.”

FROM Haechannie (10:58 pm)

Where the heck did you go?

FROM Haechannie (11:05 pm)

Seriously we can’t find you anywhere!

FROM Haechannie (11:19 pm)

Okay, I’m hoping you and Renjun have gone home because you’re both missing and so is your car

FROM Haechannie (11:25 pm)

God help you, you better be fine

FROM Haechannie (11:27 pm)

The only valid excuse I’m letting you have to get out of this is if you and Renjun disappeared because you were making out

Mark agrees

TO Haechannie (11:43 pm)

Well, I guess you can’t be too mad at me then?

Renjun’s with me by the way

Excuse me, what?!

OH MY GOD – from Mark

Tell me everything, now.

Well, since you abandoned us at the dance, we were about to dance and a slow song came on so I just went with it you know?

And well I told him that I love, love him and I started rambling and well he kissed my cheek to shut me up and then we were going to go home but only made it to my car

Holy shit this is better than a drama

Hurry the fuck up I wanna know what happened next -mark

Wait ew, you better clean your car before I get in it

we didn’t have sex in my car!!

Injun was kinda up for it though, he was sat on my lap and wow his hips can move and his kisses GAH! Fnjvnldf and his waist is so tiny?? Like we’ve cuddled before, like we are right now but wow, my hands on his waist as we kissed was totally different

Jesus, you sound like you came from just making out

Or did you get left with blue balls lol -mark

mark wins this round

I said we should slow down because I was majorly hard and I was not having sex for the first time, in my car, in the school car park

He completely ignored me and carried on kissing me and undoing my shirt and then he pulled away and gasped really loudly and I was like ?????

Honestly thought he came for a second but no

He’d undone my shirt completely and was just staring at my stomach so again I was like ??

We get it Jaemin, you have abs

How many times do you want to tell us?

I have nice abs okay but that wasn’t what he was looking at

Um, turns out I have a tattoo now

I really, really want to say I’m surprised but we been knew, you and Injun were clearly soulmates -mark

Okay Hyuck is super excited and is currently dancing and screaming and said to tell you congrats so congrats

But after that, he just switched and got off me and told me to drive home, he acted like nothing happened.

And then he fell asleep in the car so I carried him up to bed and changed him into pjs

but like, I can’t see a mark on him so unless its somewhere super hidden (and I mean super) what if he doesn’t have one? Is that a thing?

I’m sure you just haven’t seen it, try get some sleep and the two of you can talk in the morning. Hyuck’s still screaming so I’ll get him to message you tomorrow.

Thank you, Mark. Sorry for unloading this on you, I’m just so so scared. Johnny and Ten had such a rocky start from best friends to soulmates, we aren’t all Jaehyun and Doyoung I guess

No, we aren’t, but you and Injun are your own people and you’ll figure it out. Johnny and Ten worked things out after all. Good night Jaemin.

Jaemin finally let himself relax, the soft snores of the small, blond boy lulling him to sleep. They’d figure this out.

They always do.

Right?

#markhyuck #markhyuck fic

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