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luvv-nikki · 5 months

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Stay with me

Pairing: College!Minho X Fem!Reader (the rest of skz is also mentioned)

Genre: Fluff, a lil angst

WC: 2463

Warnings: Cussing (only like twice), Sweet Minho, mentions of a break up, insecurity, crying, kissing, super sweet and cheesy relationship, mentions of drinking the reader and Minho are already best friends ^^ (I think that’s it)

Summary: Your bestfriend comforts you after a breakup and ends up kissing you leaving you confused

A/N: random brain thought idk how I feel about this though…

You used your spare key to open the door to your best friend's apartment, locking it behind you. You slowly trudged your way to his room, knocking on the door. “Come in.” You heard on the other side of the door and opened it without hesitation. You saw the confusion on Minho’s face as you walked in. “What’re you-“

Before he could finish his sentence, you broke down into tears. He immediately rushed over to you, holding you steady as you hunched over, slowly lowering you to the floor. Minho wasn’t a man of many words, and he knew you were going to tell him anyway, so he didn’t say anything; he just held you close in his embrace, which is all you wanted.

After rocking you back and forth for a little, he picked you up with ease, carrying you bridal style to his bed. He gently put you down, tucking you in and slowly wiping the tears from your face, but it didn’t matter because you were ugly crying, so the tears just came right back. “Stay here," he said before walking out of the room.

You heard parts of the conversation as Minho called Chris. He explained that he was busy and that the boys would have to wait a little later to come over. You then heard commotion in the kitchen before he came back into the room, closing the door behind him. He placed a glass of water on the nightstand next to you before getting in the bed next to you.

You took a sip of the water before putting it back and cuddling up to Minho. It wasn’t weird since you had done it multiple times before. He was your best friend after all. He put your head on his chest, softly caressing your shoulder. It was almost as if it was on cue as you started talking.

“Michael left me.” You choked out through your sobs, and Minho’s face immediately dropped as you rambled to him. “He said Rachel was better, and I just don’t understand. I did everything for him.” Minho never liked your boyfriend—well, your ex-boyfriend now—and he made it obvious with his looks alone. He held you closer, letting you cry on him.

“It’s not fair. Why can’t I be pretty or the perfect girl? I always have to be clumsy or annoying. I wish I could cook without burning the food; I wish I could clean without knocking something over; and I wish I was beautiful. I just wish I was the perfect girl.” Before you could continue, you were cut off by Minho’s lips on yours. Your body reacted before your brain, and you kissed back, letting yourself melt into the touch. He pulled away but didn’t seem bothered in the least; in fact, he didn’t even move away. His face was still inches away from his as you slightly tilted your head up, making eye contact.

“You are the perfect girl. He’s an idiot for losing you, and... you’re so beautiful it makes my head spin even while you’re crying.” He said quietly before wiping the tears from your face, except this time you had stop crying. You slowly slid out the bed and thanked him quickly before making up some stupid excuse for having to leave and rushing out of the apartment.

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You spent the next few days ignoring Minho, though it was really hard, mostly because you guys were in the same friend group and he had been your best friend nonstop since middle school. You needed him. He was the person you talked to, ate with, did homework with and spent all of your spare time with. You stared down at your homework and realized you haven’t understood anything since high school, but it didn’t affect you until now because Minho would help you with everything, but he can’t now because you were avoiding him.

He had texted and called multiple times. The texts started with him asking if you were avoiding him, then it slowly turned to him asking how you’re handling the breakup, and then there was the “I’m sorry.” Text at 3 a.m.; eventually, he gave up. You have told the other 7 boys about the breakup, and they had been trying to convince you to come out the house, but they didn’t know about what happened between you and Minho.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. You didn’t even think twice before opening it, thinking it was your food. You were very wrong. All eight boys entered your apartment with food, games and drinks. You immediately closed the door and rushed over to Hyunjin. “What are you all doing here?” You asked frantically, looking around.

Hyunjin laughed and patted your head. “You’ve refused to come out your house, so we came to you, plus it’s Friday. Game night.” He said, gesturing over to the boys, who were setting up the board games, card games and Nintendo. You sighed, pinching your nose.

“Game night.” You repeated cursing under your breath.

“Y/N!” Felix said before hugging you from behind and lifting you off the floor, causing you to yelp. “I missed you! Let’s play Mario Kart.” He was so loud, and finally you felt the eyes you'd been avoiding landing on you. You could feel the rage radiating off of Minho from where you were standing, and it was the scariest thing you'd experienced.

Felix put you down, and you slowly backed up to your room. "Listen, I really have work to do, but you guys can," Seungmin’s hand gripped your wrist, stopping you.

“You can’t keep avoiding us. Eat something.” He said simply before leading you to the kitchen, only to be met with Jeongin, who was standing on the other side of the counter, picking up some sushi with his chopsticks and force-feeding it to you.

“We’re your friends,” he said with a fake gag before continuing. “We’re not gonna let you sulk over some idiot for the rest of your life.” He said before eating some sushi himself.

“I’m dying without the only other genius in our friend group.” Hyunjin cried dramatically, getting a synchronized “hey!” from some of the other boys.

They kept you in the kitchen and living room, forcing you to eat and talk to them no matter how hard you tried to get away, and eventually you accepted it and even had fun. Though Minho still hadn’t said a word to you, you could definitely feel him burning holes into the back of your head.

The guys decided to take a few shots, but you opted out along with Minho. Still, the boys begged to play uno. So here you were, all circled around the table, playing a heated card game. “Hey, you guys notice Y/N isn’t all cuddled up with Minho tonight.” Hyunjin teased, causing everyone’s eyes to fall to you and then to Minho, who was all the way on the other side of the table.

“Now this is the breakup of the century.” Jisung whined before letting out a very loud fake cry. You cringed, and he put his hands up in surrender. “Too early? My bad.” He said, and you gestured towards the game so they would keep playing, but the awkward tension was getting the best of you.

“I have to piss.” You said before putting your cards on the table and getting up to go to the bathroom. You could hear the boys humming and calling out as if you had just been called to the principal's office, but you didn’t think much of it. That was until you were trapped in between Minho’s arms against the wall.

“What the fuck is your problem? We’ve been friends for almost our entire lives, and now you’re gonna act like I don’t exist over a stupid kiss?” He said in a whisper, not wanting to cause a scene.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You said simply while trying to duck under his arm, but he just moved it down and put his leg out further, trapping you.

“You won’t even look at me. Look at me.” He said turning your head with his other hand. “Are my feelings a joke to you?"

“What?” You question and he leaned in further his gaze enough to make you weak in the knees.

“You kissed me back, then completely shut me out. You know I like you, so what? Are you just using me for your own personal gain because you know I can’t say no to you?” He asked, and you immediately had a confused expression on your face.

“Wait back up. What do you mean I know you like me?” You asked, and he took a deep breath, his hands moving to your waist and pulling you close to him.

“Don’t play stupid. I’ve been giving you hints since high school.” He muttered, and this only confused you further.

“What? What are you talking about, Min?” You asked and watched how he was now just as shocked as you.

"Y/N, you’re the only girl I talk to and hang out with on a daily basis; I’m nice to you and only you; I do anything you ask; I always try to impress you; I always ask you to go places or do things with me; I’m always looking at you or touching you; and I even sent you flowers on Valentine’s Day, telling you how I felt, and you rejected me and started dating Michael.” He said that, and the last sentence especially made you physically recoil.

“Min… I never rejected you. Michael brought the flowers inside and said they were from him. There was no note. I had no clue you liked me, and I thought you just kissed me out of pity or the heat of the moment. I didn’t want to ruin our friendship with my feelings, so I ignored you.” You explained and watched as the rage fell from his face.

“Are you seriously that oblivious? Must I confess to you in person?” He asked with a small smile. “Alright fine. Y/N, you are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid eyes on, and I never want you out of my sight. I love you, so will you stop being dense and kiss me already? I’ve already been waiting 8 years.” You didn’t hesitate, and you kissed him immediately after he finished. He smirked and kissed you back, pulling you closer.

He slightly pulled away, placing another peck on your lips. “Does this mean I can be your boyfriend?” He asked, and the way Minho worded things was always so perfect. He was so perfect.

“Only if I can be your girlfriend.” You replied, and he smiled, leaning in again.

“Sounds like a deal to me.” He whispered before kissing you again. It was like he was addicted to your lips, especially with his small praises in between kisses.

The two of you were so distracted that you didn’t even notice the presence of Changbin, Jisung and Felix until Changbin squealed like a little girl. Minho immediately let go of you, slightly embarrassed. Changbin was fake fainting and being the biggest fanboy along with Jisung as Felix apologized and tried to get them back to the living room, which didn’t help since Changbin and Jisung started screaming to the rest of the boys about Minho being a sweetheart and how “their ship has finally sailed."

The two of you walked back to the living room, all eyes on you, waiting to see if the news was true or not. Minho slowly grabbed your hand, walking over to the table that was now surrounded by cheering boys. Minho quickly got embarrassed by this and let go of your hand, reclaiming his spot while you reclaimed yours and picked back up the uno game as if nothing happened. That didn’t stop you and Minho from sharing small glances a small smile on both of your faces until one of you got nervous or one of the other boys caught Minho, and his smile would immediately drop back to his neutral face.

Eventually the boys drank themselves to sleep, and it was just you and Min. You didn’t move them much, but the two of you gave them pillows and blankets before silently agreeing to go to your room. You quietly closed the door before sitting on your bed. Minho sat at your desk, looking at the empty paper. Without a second thought, he picked up your pencil and worked through it. You didn’t even realize until he turned around and showed you the paper. “You really can't do anything without me, huh?” He said with a teasing tone, and you rolled your eyes, standing up and walking over to him.

“I didn’t need help; I just didn’t get to it yet.” You replied, causing him to laugh. “Ok seriously? You don’t have to brag about it, smartass.” You replied, snatching the paper out his hand and putting it in your bag.

“What about thank you? I don’t work for free, you know.” He said putting his hands on your waist and pulling you closer.

“I didn’t ask for your help.”

“But you were going to.”

You couldn’t believe this guy’s ego. You scoffed and shook your head because, honestly, he was right, but you wouldn’t admit that. “Thank you, Minho.” You said and tried to walk away, but he pulled you down on his lap.

“You’re welcome, Kitten.” He whispered, his hands caressing your waist while your eyebrow raised slightly.

“Kitten?” You asked, and he smiled.

“What? too soon?” You shook your head and smiled.

“I like it.” You muttered, and he leaned in. You closed the gap, kissing him softly.

“Now that’s a proper thank you.” He said making you giggle. “Let’s get you to bed, hm?” He said while lifting you and carrying you over to the bed. He tucked you in before kissing your head. He went to leave, but you grabbed his hand, causing him to turn back.

“Where are you going?” You asked, and he looked confused.

“To the living room to sleep? Why? are you okay?”

“Stay with me.”

“What?”

“Stay with me.” You repeated, and he scanned your face to see any sign that you were joking. Once he realized you were serious, he came and got in the bed with you, waiting until you turned the lamp off to hold you close.

“If any of the boys see this, I’m telling them you’re holding me hostage.” He said, and you giggled again.

He kissed your shoulder, then your ear. “Goodnight Kitten.” He whispered before leaving more small kisses on your shoulders and neck.

“Goodnight Min.” You whispered back.

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ateezscupid · 1 year

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If u cam do issa Weired request ... blurb

Hongjoong leaving his gf, yet haven't moved on.

Now he is a successful producer whilst he found out that ex is now struggling with depression!!

﹟𝗠𝗜𝗦𝗦𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗬𝗢𝗨 ⋆ 𝗄.𝗁𝗃 𝗑 𝖿!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗘𝗭 𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧 / 𝗥𝗘𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗦𝗧

plot - you and hongjoong brokeup a while back so he could focus on his career. the both of you didn’t know how badly that breakup would affect you.

warn - slight angst and some fluff, idol!au, mentions of depression, mention of s/h and s/i (more like implications), happy ending, kind of based in present time (guerrilla era)

w/c - n/a

𝗧𝗔𝗚S - @felixs-voice-makes-me-wanna @starillusion13 @mingitheskzstan

“who’s that girl?” you mumble to yourself as you stare at the picture hongjoong posted recently. it was a picture of him and another girl holding hands and looking in love. you narrowed your eyes and threw your phone across the room, falling back onto your bed and sighing.

it’s been years since you and hongjoong broke up. you two were young, and had your whole lives ahead of you! of course, that meant you two had to part ways. it was impossible to do a long distance relationship if you planned on going all the way across the globe for college. hongjoong wanted to stay in his home town to work on his music and focus on his group, ateez.

when you heard the words “we need to take a break,” leave his lips, the only thing you could think of were the things you did for him. you were always there for fan signing events, concerts, promotion events, etc etc. you were their biggest supporter and ateez thank you for it. you were there even before they debuted.

it was after ‘say my name’ was released, he decided to end things. it took everything in you not to cry, but you couldn’t help the torrent of tears flooding down your cheeks like niagara falls.

you were able to handle the breakup for the next few days until you saw that one interview. you could’ve sworn hongjoong felt your eyes burning holes into his head. the interviewer asked ateez what their ideal type was, and if they were looking for relationships. you cringed on the inside from the question, but listened intensely when hongjoong was asked.

“i don’t mind what my future girlfriend looks like, it doesn’t matter to me. but, as of now, i’m still looking for my perfect lady.”

he was still looking. those words were now engraved in your memory. that wasn’t like hongjoong. he wouldn’t just ignore everything you two had because ateez was gaining popularity, but judging from his expression, he was dead serious.

you clawed are your chest. if it were even possible, you felt your heart drop inside of you. the tears that fell from the day he brokeup with you started up again. nothing could’ve prepared you for what he said. nothing. you thought you two had something but clearly you were wrong. were you not perfect to him? did he not find you pretty? did you mess up? did he lie about his reason of breaking up? everything ran through your mind all at once.

his one answer sent you into a spiral. you spent hours everyday checking to see if hongjoong’s ideal type changed so you could make yourself look like the person he described, but you got nothing. you spent hours looking at tips tom how to become prettier, how to keep a long relationship.

all of the internet you consumed in those days sent you into a deep depression, one you thought you couldn’t get out of. you kept in contact with the ateez members, but hongjoong was the only one who didn’t talk to you. mingi said he was busy in the studio whenever you asked to speak to him, and you couldn’t help but breakdown when you heard those words. excuse after excuse. he really got over you that quick..?

everything hit you like a truck so fast. hongjoong broke up with you and refused to speak to you, and the friendship you thought you had with ateez disappeared when their schedules became booked and they didn’t have the time to talk to you. they used to respond to your messages hours later, then it turned into no responses at all. you weren’t close with anybody else as much as you were with ateez, you felt alone. nobody was there to talk to, and you definitely didn’t want to tell your parents. chances are they’d say you were overreacting.

your depression worsened when you saw hongjoong having fun with other idols who were girls. he seemed so comfortable around them, as for you, he’d refuse to talk to you. you felt like a burden. you weren’t important. you were useless.

harming yourself felt like your last option since the job you were working at didn’t help you afford getting actual help, so you felt it was your best bet. though it wasn’t. your job, being ignorant, said you needed to “take a break” since your scars were scaring customers. you didn’t bother arguing back and just took the punishment.

and here you were now, scrolling through his personal instagram account and seeing him post about this one girl frequently. he had found someone new. he forgot about you. you weren’t important to him. in fact, tou weren’t important to anybody. there were a few times where you’ve thought of leaving the face of the earth and never coming back, but what about your family? they were still assholes but they cared about you? how would it affect ateez’s mental health? you didn’t want to make them feel what you felt.

not paying attention to what you were doing, you liked one of his posts. it wouldn’t have been a problem if you were on your secret account, but it was your main. it was the entire reason you threw your phone, and you were so scared to pick it up thinking he’d see it. but the post had 100k likes? how would he see yours?-

ding!

well, you were proven wrong. carefully you crawl off your bed and snatch your phone up, staring at your screen blankly when you saw a message from him. his account. the account that was verified. it couldn’t have been true, you had to have been dreaming.

hj: is this who i think it is?

yn: yes?

hj: oh, hey y/n :) how’ve you been?

yn: i’ve been okay.

hj: that’s good

hj: soo what have you been doing since the last time we spoke to each other?

yn: nothing

hj: really? nothing? i thought you wanted to focus on dancing or something like that.

yn: i didn’t get into the college i applied for

hj: oh i’m sorry to hear that. have you been doing anything else?

yn: no

hj: oh ok

hj: is it awkward speaking to me again? i’m sorry if i made things weird or i made it seem like i forgot about you. i haven’t forgotten about you.

yn: its not awkward, i’m just embarrassed

hj: embarrassed?

yn: people knew we were dating before and after your group debuted, but you went on national television and told everybody that you were still looking for your soulmate or whatever? that was embarrassing.

hj: we talked about the questions they’d ask us if we were on the show? i thought you knew i wasn’t being serious?

yn: i would’ve thought that, but i didn’t. even after that you refused to talk to me, no matter how many times i tried talking to you. mingi told me you were always busy. i thought you had forgotten about me.

hj: i didn’t forget about you? but i’m sorry if i made it seem that way… i was always busy though?

yn: you could’ve told me that yourself, hongjoong.

hj: i realize that now

yn: i know you don’t know how much you hurt me, but it hurt me a lot. not only you, but everyone else. i hate being alone. i didn’t have anyone to talk to.

hj: i’m sorry. are you still in the states? we’re here to promote some music but i have a bit of time, i can visit you? what’s your address

yn: [___] my roommates aren’t home, so we can talk alone

hj: cool. be there in thirty.

and he kept his word. he arrived at your apartment in 30 minutes, maybe even under thirty. you thought he’d come empty handed since the plan was to talk about your feelings and settle the rocky relationship, but he came with flowers and chocolate. it was pretty cliché but you didn’t care. at least he cared about you enough to get you something.

"hey," the smile on his face let you know he was happy to see you for the first time in what felt like forever. he's been missing you like crazy since the breakup but didn't have the guts to reach out to you.

"hi." on the other hand, you were still mad at him and didn't want to make it seem like you've been stalking him since you two parted ways, which you have.

"can i come in?" his eyebrow raises and you nod, moving out the way of the doorway and allowing him to walk inside. you handed him a vase to put the flowers in as you walked over to the couch. he closed the door behind him then moved to a nearby counter, taking the flowers out of the plastic and throwing them into the trashcan.

“so… i haven’t kept up with what you guys have been doing.” which was a lie. you always spent your free time going through the official instagram as well as the members to see what they were doing. “what songs did you guys release?”

“we just released guerrilla, that’s why we’re in the states.” when he was done with the base, he walked over to where you were and sat on the couch. he wasn’t sure if you were comfortable with him being close or not so he kept his distance.

“oh, that’s cool.” you nod slowly. “have you been seeing anyone since we… parted ways?—”

“nope.” joong answered quickly. “you may not believe me, but i never got over you. i’ve missed you like hell, it felt like i had a hole in my heart. y’know? everything i did felt weird because you weren’t with me. when i didn’t see you at our concerts and at promotions, it felt wrong.”

“…it did?” you started feeling guilty now. “i didn’t know you felt like that.”

“it’s not your fault! okay? it’s not your fault, it’s mine.” he sighed. “i kept reading over your texts while i was driving and i felt bad. really bad. i feel bad knowing i was the reason you went through all of that. i didn’t want to point it out when i first walked in but i noticed your…”

you furrow your eyebrows and looked down. you hadn’t worn a long sleeved shirt like you planned on, which meant your arms were fully exposed to him. some of your scars were healing pretty good, but there were still many that weren’t healing as fast as the others. they were more visible. you didn’t know what to say to him. hongjoong scoots closer and pulled you into a hug without saying a word. before you knew it, tears were streaming down your cheeks again.

“shh, it’s okay, i’m here.” he held your face against his chest, patting you on the head and holding you tightly. you weren’t aware of how badly you needed a hug until now; the same arms that held you years ago were holding you now and it made you feel so much better.

“j-joong,” you sniffled. “are you mad at me…?”

“what? no, no i could never be mad at you.” he sighed, feeling the urge to cry as well. “im just glad you’re still here. im glad we’re together right now.”

“i… am too,” you smile weakly and wrap your arms around his body. “can you stay the night?”

“sure, i think i can. i think this is the one week where we don’t really have anything to do as a group. i can ask to spend the entire week with you, would you like that?”

“yes please, do that. i wanna spend as much time as i can with you before you go back.”

hongjoong chuckles and pushed your hair behind your ear, staring into the eyes he fell in love with all those years ago. “do you want to try again?”

you were waiting for that question since the moment he walked inside. “i do, joong.”

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ladihokabae · 2 years

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Bittersweet

Obito x Reader

Warnings: angst (yup just one big 'ol pile of angst)

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“I’m sorry.. it’s just.. I don't think we’re going to work out.” He said as he scratched the back of his head nervously. Your heart sank, hearing his words. The palms of your hands felt sweaty as you stood there, staring at the floor. “O-oh.. ok…” you muttered, feeling the tears prick at the corner of your eyes. “Can you.. at least tell me.. is-is this because of Rin?…” you said trying to mask the hurt behind your voice as you said her name. Obito stood silent for a moment before releasing a sigh. “Yes…” his words felt like arrows that striked your chest. You couldn’t say you were surprised. They had been close their whole childhood and had gotten closer in their senior year of highschool. The way Obito talked about her was as if he was talking about his soulmate. You had heard the whispers behind your back but you refused to acknowledge them in a desperate attempt of keeping Obito by your side. But In the end you still ended up losing him.

-PRESENT DAY-

“CHEERS!” Your maid of honor yelled as your friend group clinked your cups together. It had been five years since you had last seen Obito. And the memories of the painful breakup had been locked away in the back of your mind for good. Since your break up happened at the end of your senior year you had decided to attend a college far away from your hometown. That’s where you met Yamato. He was a tall brunette with a good sense of humor and a sweet demeanour. You both had the same major and had managed to become real close by the end of it. It wasn’t long until he asked you to be his girlfriend. To which you had gladly accepted. And it took even less time for him to ask the big question. ‘Will you marry me?’

And just like that you found yourself celebrating your bachelorette party with your friends. “Sooo y/n are you excited for your honeymoon?” One of your maids asked you. You tilted your head back with a laugh. “Definitely.” You smirked as you drank your champagne. “Oh you're so lucky. You’re going to be in Cabos with your husband, no distractions, just pure unadulterated Quality time.” Another maid said as she sipped her drink. “Yesss I need it. Yamato gets so busy with work. I understand he has to work to pay for the trip but I miss him a lot. So this vacation better be worth it.” You laughed “you miss him? What are you guys practicing celibacy before your wedding?” Your maid of honor asked. “W-well no, Yamato and I have had sex before but we’ve just been so busy lately that we haven’t had time.” You said with a little blush.

“Oooh so you have had dick appointments with him. How was it?” You felt a bit shy talking about your sex life but the champagne in your system made you loose lipped and the encouraging stares helped you push through it. “He’s a good kisser, definitely good with his tongue.” You winked, which caused all of them to laugh. “Is his dick big?” “Have you guys done anal” Your maids continued to poke at your sex life. You felt a bit awkward sharing that stuff and your maid of honor seemed to pick up on that. “What time does the groom get here?” She said opting to change the conversation. “Yamato? Ah he should be getting here tomorrow. His flight leaves at midnight.” You said perking up a bit from the change of topic. The conversation continued throughout the night but it didn’t take long for your maids to find distractions at the bar. “Blehh I’m going to throw up!” One one of your maids said. Causing your maid of honor to help her up to the restroom.

“Stay here, I'll be back.” She said as she walked away. You now found yourself alone all your maids had dispersed throughout the crowd. Or had taken a taxi home. You couldn’t blame them, it was late and most of them got tired of the bar setting. There was a buzz from your phone. You took it out to look at it. You had gotten a couple of messages from Yamato the regular. “I love you, goodnight.” Messages and then one message from your maid of honor. “Hey, I'm going to take her home. She’s too drunk.” You gave a quick “ok let me pay the bill” and stood up to walk to the counter. You pushed through the sea of bodies that were still on the dance floor to make your way to the bar. “Hello, I want to pay my bill.” You said to the nearest bartender there. “Sure, last name on the tab?” You heard the bartender ask as he looked up from making a drink. To your surprise you knew his face. “Kakashi?” You said in surprise.

“Y/n! When did you get back to town?” He asked with a friendly smile. A wave of anxiety hit, knowing that he was friends with Obito. But you quickly settled down when you remembered how friendly he was. “I got in yesterday,'' you said politely. “that's good it’s always a good night when I see an old frien-.” He interrupted himself mid-sentence as he eyed your small pin that said “You’re a bride?” You looked down the pin and smiled “Oh yeah. I am. I actually came back to get married here.” You explained as you sat down on the stool in front of him. You shot your maid of honor a quick “go on I’ll catch up later” text and slipped your phone back into your pocket. Kakashi seemed surprised and a bit perplexed by your admission. But he quickly caught himself and smiled. “Hey, congratulations! Let me get you a drink.” He said as he picked up a glass from the tray and began preparing you a drink before you could protest.

“Thank you, that's kind of you.” You said as you accepted his drink. “So what have you been up to?” You asked as you took a sip. “Haha well after graduation I got my bartender licence, and Obito and I opened up this joint together.” He gestured around as if to emphasize his point. You flinched at the mention of his name. “Obito?” You repeated, trying not to sound nervous. “Yeah, hard to believe that dumb ass could make any money. Haha but he went on to become a cop like his uncle.” Kakashi explained as he took another order. “ Who are you calling dumbass, dumbass!” Your eyes instantly widen. You knew that voice. You remembered it clearly. Your body stiffened as you saw his body move into the stool next to yours. “Speak of the devil.” Kakashi said as he looked over at him.

You felt palms become sweaty. Memories of your break up sprung into your head, making you uneasy. you listened to him talk to kakashi. It took you a second to muster up the courage to look over at him. (Relax Y/N you’re not a kid anymore. What happened between you and him is in the past. He probably doesn’t even remember anymore) you told yourself. Your eyes instinctively wandered over his form and stopped at his face. He had some visible scars that weren’t there in highschool. You could only guess it was from a work accident. Still he looked as handsome as you remembered him to be. Sensing your stare he turned his head to look over. Your eyes met for the first time in five years. He still had those shiny black eyes that captured the softness and sparkle of his personality. It took him a second to register who he was looking at before he jolted in surprise. “Y/N!!? What are you doing here?!” He asked in a volume, clearly not acceptable from the couple next to him. Instead of being mortified you laughed. He was still as goofy and easy going as you remembered. A blush settled on his face as he waited for you to stop laughing.

“Sorry. I was not expecting that.” You said as you wiped away a tear from the laughing session. “Neither was I.” He said as he scratched the back of his head shyly. “I heard you had moved out of state. What brings you back here?” He asked as he settled in his stool. “Oh.” You said as you quickly turned your chest and pointed at the small pin. He seemed confused by your actions. “You’re getting your boobs done? They look nice to me.” He said as he lifted a hand to touch his chin. Kakashi threw a towel at his face. “Not that idiot, she ment her pin.” He explained as he wiped down a cup. You tried to ignore the blush of embarrassment from his previous statement. “Bride?” He read as he squinted his eyes. “I swear, how did you become a cop?” Kakashi continued. Their bickering was still the same as in highschool. And it made you smile. Obito suddenly stopped bickering as if putting two and two together and quickly turned his head.

“Wait bride? You’re a bride? As in-.” “As in, she's getting married.” Kakashi finished the sentence for him. He seemed surprised and even a little bit disappointed. “O-oh.. con-congratulations.” He said as he forced a smile. For as long as you had known him. Obito had been a terrible liar. He had a way of wearing his heart on his sleeve. It was one of the reasons you had fallen for him. “Thank you.” You said as you leaned forward. It had gotten a bit cramped at the bar and it was a bit hard to hear. “Do you want to grab a table?” He said as he also leaned over. The scent of his Cologne reached your nostril making you blush from surprise . Now that was new. You had always had an image of a sweaty football player stuck in your mind from when he was in highschool.

You were a bit unsure if you should move away from the safety of Kakashi as a mediator. Besides what would people think if they saw you with your ex highschool sweetheart at a bar before your wedding. Unexpected feelings clashed together as you pondered your decision. (Hey maybe it’s the universe’s way of giving you closure before you marry Yamato) you thought to yourself. “Sure.” you slowly nodded.Obito waited for you to get up before ordering two more drinks and taking them with him. He led you to a small booth, again letting you slide in first before he did. In many ways Obito seemed like the same character frozen in time. But he also was a bit different, mature, respectful even. “You know I’m really glad I got to see you again y/n.” He said before handing you a drink. You raised a brow as you took the drink. “How’d you know I would like a strawberry martini?” You asked him.

“Your favorite fruit was strawberries.” He responded like it was the simplest answer in the world. You noticed he had gotten one too. “Huh? oh, I like it when it tastes like fruit. I can’t really do the hard licor stuff.” He explained as he saw you eyeing him. You gave a small giggle at that. “ I don’t judge. Besides it’s weird but I’m also glad that I got to see you again.” You said a bit surprised in yourself that you had actually admitted it. “That’s good I thought you hated me. I tried many times to contact you over the years …but I couldn’t seem to get through.” He said as he tapped the table nervously. “Don’t get me wrong, I was hurt by everything that happened between us in highschool… but I don’t hate you.. at least I don’t think so.” You said as you stared into the drink in your hand. “I know I was an asshole in highschool. I hurt you and lost my best friend. And the worst part is I never got to apologize to you. I'm sorry y/n. I'm sorry for everything.” The sincerity behind his words left you with a bittersweet feeling.

How much you had longed to hear those words from him. Especially after the breakup. You finished your drink, you really needed it. “I accept your apology Obito. I mean it just wasn’t meant to be. I wasn’t the right person for you…I wasn’t your soulmate” you said softly letting a small smile settle on your face as you remembered the night you two stayed up talking about destiny and soulmates. “and I accept that.” You said as you ran a hand through your hair. Obito let his eyes linger over your face before answering “I never said that,” he rebutted. Your eyes met his. “What are you-?” You tried to ask but he continued. “I think you were the right person. I just failed to see that.” A small gasp escaped your lips. You were too stunned to speak. “But I do now.” He said as he reached over to unclipped the small pin on your shirt. You watched him as he studied the pin and gave a defeated smile. “Bride huh? Lucky guy.” You heard him say as you continued to study him. Watching the way his eyes looked down at the small pin in his hand. “Why are you telling me this?” You finally asked.

“I know I would have regretted not telling you.” He said as he finished his drink. Why was he saying these things? Was he drunk? No he had just had one drink and he didn’t seem drunk at all. “S-sorry. But I’m getting married in less than a week.” You explained trying to control the emotions running wild in your heart. You watched as he played with the pin in his hand before closing his eyes and sighing. “Yeah I figured. But you can’t blame me for trying.” He said in a defeated tone. He extended his hand out and opened his palm revealing the bride pin. You slowly reached for it. Your fingers lightly grazed his palm as you took the pin back. He seemed to flinch ever so slightly at the contact. He then cleared his throat before grabbing your empty glass. “I’ll be back. Excuse me” He explained before swiftly sliding out of the booth. The second his back disappeared into the crowd you grabbed your belongings.

What were you doing? Your heart was beating erratically. You were supposed to be clearing the air not falling for him all over again. You reminded yourself of Yamato. (Yamato yamato yamato ) you chanted in your head as you headed towards the exit. Then suddenly Obito’s defeated smile crossed through your mind. Interrupting the mantra that was in your thoughts. You thought about how he stared at his hand after you took the pin. The slight twitch of his lips as he felt your fingers brush his hand. You grabbed your face hoping that it would allow you to think straight. But Before you knew it you were back at the booth. The sound of one of your favorite songs began to play in the background. “Thanks for waiting.” He said as he finally made it back. You watched as he placed his money in his pocket. (Did he request the song?) you asked yourself.

“I know the answer is still no to us. But can I at least ask you to dance one last time?” He said as he stuck his hand out to you. You stared at his hand as you remembered the many times he had asked you to dance with him at highschool parties. The way you two practice slow dancing before prom and how you felt like a princess when he led you through a song. Your hand slipped into his feeling the Roughness and warmth they offered. He smiled at that and gave a gentle squeeze as he led you to the dance floor. “Do you still remember how to dance?” You teased him as you placed your hand on his shoulder. “Of course. Who do you think I am?” He said as he placed his hand on your upper back. Obito led you into a slow dance just like you remembered. You started off far away from each other but as the song progressed and you two fell into a talking trance you began to get closer to him.

“So if you don’t mind me asking what happened with you and Rin?” You said reminding yourself why you two hadn’t worked out in the first place. Obito was practically convinced that she was his soulmate. He was big on things like that. soulmates, destiny, fate etc. so you were a bit confused that things didn't work out. Besides, you were genuinely curious. “Rin and I.. well we just realized we were better as friends than a couple. I think I realized that a bit too late.” He said as he swung you around. You gave a little laugh at that. It might have been the alcohol in your system or the fact that he had gotten better at dancing but you were enjoying yourself. “She is actually married and has two of the sweetest kids I have ever met.” He said as if it was normal. You didn’t sense any bitterness nor sadness in his tone as he explained. (Maybe he did realise his mistake..) you thought to yourself as you followed his lead. “I guess everything eventually changes.” You said as you noticed the song was in its last verses. Obito’s hand trailed to your lower back. “Sure.. but there are many things that stay the same.” He explained. You smiled at that. “Oh, like what?” You asked.

“Like you.” He said as he leaned you back. The song finished. “You're still as beautiful as the day we met.” Your eyes met his black soul capturing eyes. They still had that sparkle that you were so fond of. His lips looked soft and you found your hand tracing his scars. You seemed to realise how intimate you had gotten with him and moved your hand down to his chest as you pushed him away. “Thank you.. but that ship has sailed Obito…” you said as you untangle yourself from him. He seemed to frown at the loss of touch. “I know.” He whispered back. “I have to go.” You said more to yourself than to him. You felt so vulnerable. you were beginning to have feelings that you hadn’t felt in a long time. Why did you want to kiss him? Why did you want to stay in that embrace? No you couldn’t as much as you wanted to, you couldn’t go back.

“Wait -wait y/n. Let me give you a ride. It’s the least I could do.” He said as he watched you grab your stuff. “No, I don't need a ride.” You said as you made your way to the door. Your hand quickly shuffled through your purse and you realized you had come here with your bridesmaids and had no ride to get home. You palmed your face and huffed. “Obito.. I can’t handle this 4 days before my wedding. I can’t just- I can’t just leave him and be with you! I can’t!” You said in a frustrated tone. Obito seemed to back off noticing how you were becoming stressed. He sighed, seemingly accepting that answer. “Ok. I understand. I’m sorry if I came off too strong. I just… didn’t want to have another regret. I promise I’ll stop, let me just give you a ride. That’ll be the last you will see of me.” He said calmly as he backed away to give you some space.

Like you said Obito wore his heart on his sleeve, you could see how sincere he was. “You promise to leave that topic behind us?” You asked as you relaxed a bit. “Scouts honor.” He said as he raised his hand up and gave you a lopsided smile. Oh your heart ached watching him smile. It brought back so many memories that you thought you had locked away in the back of your mind forever. You nodded your head, accepting his invitation. “Let me go get my keys” he said as he slipped back inside of the bar. There it was, a second chance to leave. Yet you stayed. Why did you want to stay? You opened your phone to see that you had not received any messages from Yamato nor your bridesmaids. Your mind went back to when Obito had mentioned he had been trying to contact you.

Your fingers quickly swiped to your old social media accounts. Lo and behold he had been trying to message you. You scrolled through countless unread messages. A couple of “happy birthdays” a bunch of messages as if he was trying to keep you updated in his life. He had sent you a picture of when he graduated from the police academy. A picture of when Kakashi and him had first bought the bar. But the one that caught your attention was the one of him in a hospital bed half bandaged and tiredly giving a thumbs up. Your eyes quickly scanned the message that came after that photo.

(Hey y/n I’m ok but I was in an accident. The doctors said that I should be able to recover without permanent damages to my limbs but I’ll probably have some scarring. I don’t like to think about it. But I came close to ‘meeting my maker’ as my doctor described it.I just want you to know that When I was in what I thought would be my last moments. I didn’t think of my family or friends, I thought of you. I hope that you can forgive me for what I did and know I will always have a special place in my heart for you.

P.S. Kakashi had to help me pee and it was really embarrassing)

You smiled softly as you read the messages. Your heart fluttered at the thought of him reaching out to you all those years. “Are you ready to go?” You heard him say as he took off his jacket and draped it over your shoulders. You were surprised by his actions and quickly turned off your phone. “Yes.” You said as you followed him to a sleek black SUV. “This car really does give out cop vibes.” You joked as you watched him open the door for you. “Right? My uncle suggested it and at first I was iffy about it but if you like it I’m sure I made the right choice.” He explained as he closed the door and made his way to the driver's side. “Thank you.” You said as you buckled yourself. “Where are you staying?” He asked as he turned on the car. You felt the low vibration of the engine beneath your feet making you smile.

“Do you remember how to get to my apartment?” You asked as you watched the way his forearms flexed, grabbing the steering wheel. A tinge of pink settled on your cheeks. He definitely had the Physique of someone who worked out. “Of course, how could I not? The first time I tried picking you up I got lost.” He said letting a shy smile settle on his face. You laughed as you remember that night. “Yes, that was back then when you were riding around in that little dinky green car.” You poked at him. “Hey emerald was my first car. She wasn’t pretty but she got the job done.” He laughed. You watched the way he laughed as he came to a red light. Your heart fluttered and you tried to hide away your feelings.

“You named your car? Ahaha” you laughed at his silliness. He seemed to blush at that. “What? you gotta name your car.” He replied as he began driving again.

“Mmm is that so? What did you name this car?” You asked him. As you looked around the interior. The car had little things that just reminded you of Obito. A spare police shirt and gym duffel bag laid in the back seat. He had a lot of napkins in his cup holder which made you laugh as you remember what a sloppy eater he was. Your eyes finally stopped at the strawberry scented air freshener that hung around his rear view mirror. Your eyes briefly met in the mirror. “I haven’t named this car yet. Want to do the honor?” He asked with a smirk. You turned your head to hide the color rising on your cheeks.

“H-how about.. Tobi?” You asked as you looked back at him. Tobi was the name of his small black dog when you two were together. He seemed to laugh at that. “Hahahah why Tobi?” He asked as he looked over to you. “Because Tobi was small but he had big dog energy, kinda like this car.” You explained your reasoning. Obito seemed to think about it before nodding his head in agreement. “Right, Tobi it is.” You felt a bit of relief knowing he agreed with you. Your eyes scanned the window as he made a turn. He seemed to be taking the scenic route to your apartment and you had a feeling that it was to spend more time with you. You however, didn’t mind. You found yourself enjoying his company like you used to. And in the pit of your stomach you had a feeling that what you felt for Obito never really went away. It was a scary feeling to have four days before you were going to marry someone else.

After a couple of minutes Obito finally made a turn onto your street and came to a rolling stop outside of your apartment complex. The joy that you had been feeling on the whole car ride came to a stop with the car. You felt weird knowing that this was probably going to be the last time you saw him. Obito cleared his throat as he looked at the apartment. “This um.. this is you.” He said the laughter in his voice was gone and replaced with a somber tone. “..this is me..” you repeated as your hand hesitantly moved to unbuckle your seatbelt. “Wow so just like that huh? Haha it’s weird to think that I only got to see you for a brief moment before we became strangers again…” you shifted to look at him. There was still some piece of you that wanted to comfort him.

“Yeah..” you mumbled, not finding the words to say. God if only. If only things were different. If only he had realized sooner. If only you hadn’t run away to start a new life. The If’s were infinite in the void that separated you from him. “Y/n.” He said your name in such a gentle longingness that it made your heart hurt. “Yes, Obito.” You said waiting for him to speak. He sighed as he ran a hand through his thick black locks. You watched as they bounced back up with resilience. “Does he make you happy?” You were taken by surprise. You weren’t expecting him to ask you such a question. You stayed silent for a moment as you thought about your answer. Letting out a brief sigh before answering him. “Yes.” Obito closed his eyes and leaned his head back, taking a deep breath as if your answer had physically hurt him.

“And you love him?” He asked as he shifted his body forward, grabbing his steering wheel. He seemed afraid of looking at you, so he just started forward. Do you love him? The question ran in circles around your head. Do you love Yamato? Of course you do. Of course you loved the man who had helped you out of your depression when Obito had left you broken-hearted. Of course you loved the man who had shown you nothing but adoration and unconditional support. Of course you were supposed to love him… right? So why did the answer feel so wrong coming out of your mouth? “Yes…” you answered, feeling the sting of tears filling your eyes. “Do you? Because if you look at me and tell me that the man you see waiting for you down the aisle on your wedding day is him and not me then I will accept that . I’ll let you live your life and let you be happy.”

“God Obito please..” Your voice wavered as you spoke. “Tell me y/n, if it’s him and not me then I’ll accept that. But if there’s even a possibility, a twinge, a speck of hope that the man is me, then I will do everything in my power to make you the happiest woman who ever was and ever will be.” He said as he took your hand into his. You felt the way his warm hand caressed yours. The way his thumb rubbed over your knuckles softly. Or the gentle squeeze he gave you when he saw the tears tickle down your face. “Obito you promised you wouldn’t bring this backup. Y-You gave me your word.” You said through tears. You felt his thumb gently brush away the tears from your cheeks. “I swore on scouts honor, but I was never a scout.” He explained giving you a small smile.

You let a small laugh escape your lips. This was so like him. To bring joy and brighten up even the darkest situations. His hand cupped your cheek as he leaned over to give you a kiss. You closed your eyes as he did letting the feeling of his soft lips sink in. They were as soft as you remembered. The sensation spread butterflies from your head to your toes, like nothing you ever felt. Your hand quickly rose to touch his face. Feeling his scars softly as you deepen the kiss. The kiss only lasted a couple of seconds coming to a natural end as you two pulled away. His hand slipped down from your face onto the hand that traced his scars. “Do you know how long I’ve been wanting to do that?” He whispered as he looked into your eyes.

Your thumb carefully caressed the small scar on his lip as you whispered “Metoo.” Obito's face lit up with hope as he heard your words. He tilted his head to kiss you again but this time you stopped him. He seemed confused by your actions as he looked down at the hand on his chest that kept him from advancing. His Obsidian eyes watched you carefully as the tears returned to your eyes. “It’s him…” you answered, feeling a knot form at the back of your throat. Obito’s eyes widened. “W-what?” He asked in disbelief. “The person I see on my wedding day.. i-is him.. not you Obito.” You said as you watched the hope drain from his eyes. With that Obito leaned back in his seat. Slowly releasing your hands ``ok.” He said softly as he gave you a small nod. “I’m sorry Obito I’m reall-.” You began trying to explain. “Dont- don’t do that. You don’t need to do that… I was the one who messed things up between us. It’s not your fault.”

He explained as he shook his head. All you could do was nod as the tears kept falling down your face. With that you watched as he opened his door before making his way to your side to open your door. He offered his hand as you stepped down from the car. You could help but notice how disappointed he looked. “I hope you have a happy marriage Y/n. I mean it…” he said as he watched you take off his jacket. You handed it back to him before nodding. “Thank you. Take care of yourself Obito.” You whispered before walking away. You didn’t dare look back because you feared that you would run back to him if you did. Your feet were quick to carry you to your door. After fishing out your apartment keys you managed to open the door. You allowed yourself to take a last quick peek at him. He seemed to notice so he raised his hand to give you a last wave goodbye. You couldn’t bring yourself to return it as you walked in and closed your door. You let yourself slide down the wood door before breaking down and sobbing your feelings away.

Suddenly your phone began to buzz. Wiping your tears you managed to look at the blurry screen. Yamato was calling you. You watched his smiling face from the contact picture on your screen but couldn't bring yourself to answer his call. You let it ring away as you thought about Obito, tonight and what could have been.

“Go home Obito.” Kakashi said as he looked at his friend at the end of the bar. Obito was slumped over the bar with his head buried in his arms. He had been like that ever since he had gotten back. “It’s been nearly two days since you’ve been here. Go home shower and eat something that isn’t alcohol and crackers.” The silver haired man frowned when all he got as a response was a sad jumble of moans. It pained him to see his best friend like that. He was like that when Rin and him had broken up but he seemed even worse this time. “I lost her Kakashi. I lost.. her” he groaned into his hand. Kakashi gave him a couple of encouraging pats on the back. “It’ll be ok. You’ll find the one.” He tried saying to comfort him.

Obito picked up his head only to shake it. “No- no that’s the thing. She was the one. She was- a-and I fucked it all up. I did. I fucked it up.” He explained as he picked up his drink and finished it. He pushed his cup back to Kakashi indicating that he wanted another one. Kakashi shook his head. “No Obito, I'm cutting you off. That’s enough. If you drink anymore you’ll get alcohol poisoning.” Kakashi explained as he picked up the cup and put it away. “Just shut up and get me another one.” He rebutted trying to reach for a bottle. Kakashi was quick to take it away before he could reach it. “Look man, I know it’s hard. But It’ll be ok… at least you got to apologise to her right? Maybe now you’ll be able to move on. She’s happy right? You asked her yourself. If you truly love her. You’ll let her go.”

Let her go? Could he really do that? How? You were so engraved into his heart that he couldn’t see how that was possible? Obito felt like a jumbled mess. He couldn’t for the life of him get your words out of his head. “The person I see on my wedding day.. i-is him.. not you Obito” they repeated on a loop in his mind. Obito shut his eyes hoping that it would help but to his disappointment it only helped him envision how beautiful you looked on that night. The way your hair swayed with you as you danced together. The way you studied his scars and traced them with a gentle delicacy he had never felt before. He wanted out but he didn’t want to leave you behind.

Suddenly there was a shuffling in the seat next to him. He could hear someone settle in and ask for a drink. But he couldn't really bring himself to care as he opened his eyes and stared down at the bar. “Rough night?” He heard the person next to him ask him. Obito responded with a grunt giving him the impression that he wasn’t in the mood for a conversation. “Well Whatever it is, it will pass. It always does.” The person continued. Obito lifted his head to look over at the person next to him. He seemed easy going and genuine. “No.. no I don’t think this will.” Obito responded in a somber tone. “You must really be going through it. I met someone a while back who thought the same. They thought they would never get over their current sadness. You want to know what happened to them?.” He said as he finally got his drink from Kakashi.

“What happened?” Obito asked, feeling more intrigued by the man next to him. The man seemed to smile at that. “I’m marrying them in a couple of days. She’s as happy as a clam now. Everyone gets over their pain someway or another. It’s just a matter of time and effort.” He explained. Obito felt his heart drop when he heard about his future marriage. It brought him back to his current predicament. Obito sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “I’m glad it worked out for them but I don’t think I’m the same.” Obito answered. The man took a sip from his drink, scrunching his face as he felt the burning of the alcohol on his throat. Obito smiled at that. “Well maybe talking about it might help. What happened to you?” He asked. Looking over at the Uchiha.

“The woman I thought was my soulmate … is marrying someone else.” He explained without too much detail. The man seemed to nod. “My condolences, friend. But I don’t think there are such things as soulmates.” He explained as he looked at the tv by the bar. Obito lifted his head in confusion. “What? But you're getting married aren’t you? How do you not believe in soulmates?” He asked. “Hehe, well I don’t believe people are explicitly made for each other, but you can find someone who will change for you to be in your life. In some ways I believe that is better.” The uchiha raised a brow at that. “Why is that?” He asked. The brown haired man smiled. “Because when someone changes or adapts for you it’s an ultimate sign of love. I think working to be a match is better than automatically being one.” He explained with a smile. Obito was about to say something else when the man suddenly got a call. He seemed to jump at the vibration of his phone. “Oh my bad I need to take this.” He said as he excused himself. What an odd man. Still he was grateful for him as he was distracting him from thinking so much of you.

It wasn’t long until the man came back. “Sorry about that, it was my fiancée.” He said with a big smile. Obito watched as the man placed his phone on the counter. “It’s no problem.”He said as he glanced at the man’s phone. Obito froze. His eyes stared at the man’s screensaver. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. There was no way that this could be happening. Yet the undeniable proof was sitting right in front of him. Obito stared at the picture of you on the man’s phone screen. He felt his blood run cold and then hot. Why were you on his phone? Why did this man have a picture of you? His lips felt dry as he spoke. “S-sorry what was your name?” Obito asked, trying to place the name on his face. “Ah sorry I didn’t introduce myself. My name is Yamato Tenzo.” The man said, reaching out a hand to him.

“Obito Uchiha.” He responded as if to challenge him. Obito didn’t know what was happening. He suddenly felt hot all over. This was the man that you had chosen over him? Why? Why him? What did this man have that he did not? He asked himself. “Yamato. What is your ideal woman?” He suddenly found himself asking. Yamato gave a shy laugh at that. “Ahahha.. well I am a simple man I guess I would desire a woman with a slender waist and big breast..?” He said as if he wasn’t sure of himself. Obito narrowed his eyes. He was nothing special. “And does your fiancé meet your ideal standards?” He felt like he was interrogating him now. Judging to see if he was worthy to marry someone like you. Yamato gave a loud laugh. “No I wouldn’t say so. But I still love her, flaws and all. In fact I would say Y/n is better than my dream girl, she’s real. She’s a cool down to earth type, funny and smart. The whole package.” He said as he took a sip from his drink.

“I see..” was all Obito could say. This man as much as it pained him, seemed like a good and genuine person. Someone who could make you happy, not cry. He also made it clear that he cared for you and loved you. It stung where it hurt him the most. Obito let out a sigh and nodded his head as if silently accepting the answer. “Congratulations. I wish you two the best.” Obito said as he stood up from his seat. “Thank you. I hope you feel better soon.” Yamato said as he looked over to the other grooms men that had walked into the bar. Yamato gave Obito one last pat on the back before he joined them. “Don’t worry. You’ll find the right person. Someone who is willing to change for you and when you do you’ll be able to make them smile like nobody else could.” He said with a closed eye smile. Obito pictured your smiling face in his mind. Was that true? Had Yamato made you smile in a way he could never make you smile.

Obito had to bite his tongue to keep him from asking him. All he could do was smile and nod. From the bottom of his heart he wished you both a happy marriage.

*5 MONTHS LATER*

The past couple of months had been a total nightmare for him. Pictures of your wedding and honeymoon rotated on social media through mutual friends. All he could think of was how beautiful you looked in your wedding dress and how happy you looked in your honeymoon. At first Obito resorted to drinking his pain away. However with the help of his friends he slowly but surely began to recover. He put in more time and effort into his work out routine and even tried to go on a couple of dates. Of course they failed since he brought you up a lot. He decided he wasn’t ready to move on yet he still felt like he needed to do something before he could. What that was he couldn’t figure out.

Like Obito you felt the need to do something about the way things ended between you two. And for a third time since you had seen him that night you found your way to him. The day was beautiful and sunny with a warm summer breeze. Your Sun hat bounced as you made your way to the park bench where you and him would always wait for each other. You longer felt panicked by the thought of seeing him. But something about the way he looked as he fed the ducks made your heart beat faster. You wondered if you would ever get over that. “Hello obito.” You said as you walked up to him. His eyes left the ducks in the pond and shifted to you in surprise. “Y/n?..” he asked in surprise. “Do you mind if I sit?” You asked him while pointing at the seat next to him. He let a small smile claim his face as he gestured to the seat next to him. “Not at all.”

You smiled as you took a seat next to him being careful to fold your dress under your but so as to not get it stuck on anything. “I always loved coming here.” You said as you took the piece of bread he had offered you to help feed the ducks. “Metoo. I’ve been… coming here ever since you showed it to me.” He explained. “I’m glad.” You smiled back. You two sat in a comfortable silence as you continued to watch the ducks waddle back to the pond. “So what happened. What made you choose him over me?” He finally asked, getting to the reason you had visited. “It just happened.” You answered, feeling the warm breeze shuffle your hair. “What did?” He asked as he finally looked over at you. “I just…I knew.” He seemed unsatisfied with that answer. Like always he was quick to show it. “Knew what?” He asked “What I was never sure of with you. I knew that he would always choose me over anything or anyone else.” He seemed to accept that and broke eye contact with you, turning his face away.

“You know what sucks?” He finally spoke after a long break. “What?” You said as you tilted your head to look at him. “Knowing that destiny, soulmates.. “the right one” was all a lie!... He was right, it's all bullshit.” He said let out a deep breath. You seemed confused. And why wouldn't you be? Your husband never told you about his encounter at the bar a couple of nights before your wedding. “Obito..” you said softly but he continued. “It is bullshit because if it was real… if destiny, if soulmates were real I would be the one married to you. I would be the one who gets to call you my wife and I would be the one who gets to see you first every morning.” You could tell he was having a hard time dealing with his emotions. Slowly your hand reached for his, holding it gently. He stared at your hand just like before but this time he didn’t give it gentle squeezes or warm rubs with his thumbs. “Haha” you gave a warm laugh. “What’s funny?” He asked with a raised brow.

“ It’s just that if destiny wasn’t real and I hadn’t met you. I wouldn’t have run away and left my hometown. I wouldn’t have met Yamato. I wouldn’t have fallen in love and I wouldn’t be happy…” you explained as you looked at him. You remembered the night you both sat in his car and he told you about destiny and fate. You thought it was all complete nonsense but you happily accepted it for him. You looked down at your ring as it laid in his hand. “You know all that time that I was with him I always thought. You were right…. You just weren’t right about me.” You explained hoping he would understand. Obito was kind, sweet and very loving. That last thing that you wanted to do was change him as a person. Whoever he found to love would surely be blessed with abundance of love, it just wasn’t you.

Obito closed his eyes and furrowed his brows. His warm hand closed around yours giving it a gentle squeeze like before but this time he seemed to do it more as a final goodbye than anything. “I should go… but I'm really glad to see that you’re doing well.”You said gently as you got up from the bench and began walking away. He watched the way your hair bounced and your dress bellowed in the wind as your feet carried you away. He gave a small sigh and stood up from his seat. “Y/n!..” he yelled, making you stop and turn. “I really do hope that you’re happy.” He said with a soft smile. You gave him a soft smile back and without saying another word walked away. Just like that the chapter between you and Obito ended. Bittersweet to the very end…

#obito uchiha #obito #naruto obito #uchiha obito #obito gif #obito fanfiction #obito x y/n #kakashi #yamato tenzo #Naruto story

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13uswntimagines · 3 years

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Our Song (Alyssa Naeher x Reader)

Request: alyssa naehex reader thats set during quarantine w/ “Shy” by Alexander Stewart. I just kind of think it’s cute since she’s an introvert and that it would be fitting

Author’s Note: Speical Thanks To @literaryhedgehog

Alyssa knew she should just say it, that admitting it out loud would finally put an end to this madness. She ran a soothing hand through your hair when you sniffled loudly into her chest.

God, she should just tell you how she felt. But, she also didn’t want to overstep. That would make being roommates really awkward. Especially since neither of you were supposed to leave the apartment right now except for essential purchases. And she didn’t want to lose her best friend. That would really suck.

But she wasn’t afraid to say what no one else would- you had a terrible taste when it came to partners. You chose people who didn’t value you, and you always ended up hurt.

This time was no different, well, it was slightly different considering you couldn’t leave your shared apartment to cope like you normally would. Alyssa didn’t know if that was better or worse, considering that you had adapted your breakup routine to just be endless cuddles with her and your favorite stuffed animal.

She had already spent the last hour making comforting noises. You had stopped shedding tears 15 minutes ago, so Alyssa decided it was time to go for some humor. “Hey, so now you and Taylor Swift have something in common!”

“Hmm” You hummed in acknowledgment, your eyes never leaving where Supergirl was playing on screen.

“Well, she was broken up with over text. You were broken up with over text. I think this is the perfect opportunity to listen to her re-recording of Fearless, and really channel those emotions!”

“No, Joe broke up with her in a 27-second phone call,” You lifted your head up off of her very comfortable chest to raise your eyebrow at the woman.

Alyssa was a great keeper, and amazing at crosswords, but she always needed your help when it came to Taylor trivia.

“Then Joe showed more consideration as an 18-year-old child than your 32 year old wanna be soccer star. It doesn’t change the fact that I think listening to Mr Perfectly Fine would be cathartic.”

“It’s kinda funny that she wrote Forever and Always, Mr. Perfectly fine, Better than Revenge and Holy Ground all about the same guy, they’re all so different from each other,” You mumbled, settling back down on her chest. At least she didn’t say that you had as many breakups as she did. That was a rude joke. (One Alyssa wouldn’t dare make. She was more cultured than the media asshats that chased your team around).

“Woman’s efficient,” Alyssa shrugged. “No reason why you can't recycle the same emotion into a different song genre.”

“At least she could make millions off her pain. All I seem to be able to do is kick the ball harder,” You grumbled. Your landlord complained about you practicing in the street because of how hard you sent the ball careening into his precious brick wall. It wasn’t your fault Alyssa was too slow to stop the PK.

“Darling, considering you’re one of the strongest kickers on the east coast, I’d say that pain is going to a worthwhile cause. But you do kind of have the worst taste in relationships.”

“Hey! Savannah wasn’t a bad choice, just bad timing,” You huffed indignantly.

“So that would be one out of…. How many bad relationships?”

“At least one for every Taylor Swift album,”

“Okay, here’s a fun idea, choose an ex for each album,” Alyssa said brightly. Thinking about music would definitely cheer you up. “Wannabe soccer star is obviously your Joe, so represents the Fearless album. Which relationship is your… Drew?”

“You already know the answer to that question,” you said, already picking up your phone to add Teardrops on my Guitar to the music queue. You then quickly added Forever and Always and started scrolling through Speak Now for the next song inspiration.

Alyssa nodded. It was a well-known fact that you had a massive crush on one Hope Solo growing up, and you had been absolutely enamored with her the second you set foot into camp. But Alyssa also knew that Hope was very faithful to a certain veteran.

The veteran keeper had tried to let you down easy, and Kelley was still one of your best friends, but it had hurt in the moment.

“Kristie was my Haunted,” you said, smiling slightly. Dating her felt like a whirlwind, one that took your breath until you never thought it would end. She made butterflies flutter in your stomach, and you were so desperate to say the right thing, to be the perfect partner, that you always felt like you were walking a tightrope. Floating on air, but desperate to keep your balance. “At least she had the decency to wait until we were in the same city to end it.”

“Aren’t the two of you friends now?” Alyssa looked down at you, watching as you scrolled through songs from your comfortable place on her chest.

You nodded with a small smile. “Hmm, we are much better off that way anyway.”

“I bet you I can guess who your We are Never Ever Getting Back Together person is,” Alyssa trilled, reaching down to take the phone.

You playfully snatched it away from her. “Who’s to say I wasn’t going to choose I knew you were trouble?” You raised your eyebrow at the woman, who simply smirked in response.

“I can tell you who that is too if you like,” Alyssa reached for her own phone and took over control of the speakers, adding both songs to the music queue.

“Alright, I’ll bite. Who?”

“You definitely knew Sam Kerr was trouble, and I think it took you 4 breakups with Leah to finally call it quits,”

“I was going to say Leah for 1989, it took me forever to realize how fucked up our relationship was after we finally broke up,”

“I’m sure the distance didn’t help.” With her in London and you in Chicago things just kind of fell apart.

“Maybe,” you hummed, noncommittally.

“Okay, so for Reputation. I’m thinking Don’t Blame Me,”

“You did go a bit crazy for Jane…” Alyssa said with a roll of her eyes. You had almost moved to Houston for that girl, thank god you didn’t. You sunburned like nobody's business.

“Oh come on. You just didn’t like the idea of me moving. And considering how long we had been dating at that point it did make sense!” You argued.

“It was 3 months Y/n,” She deadpanned.

“I was in a wlw relationship. That’s like practically three years, it’s not like I brought a u-haul to our first date.”

Alyssa quirked an eyebrow up at you. “Didn’t you have one of those the first time we met?”

“Yeah, because I wasn’t moving into my college apartment without any furniture!”

“Whatever you say, babe. Who's your Folklore?” She rolled her eyes goodnaturedly.

“I think you skipped an album,” you said. This was weird because Lover was one of Alyssa’s favorite albums. “But, since you asked. I think Kelley is The 1.”

“Ah, our favorite squirrel,” Alyssa’s lips ticked up. You and Kelley had dated in college (something that should have made her jealous), but Kelley was the one pushing her to admit her feelings now.

“We were just too young and dumb,” you said, smiling. “We had a great time together, and it would have been fun if it worked out. But at some point we just realized, we were friends, but there wasn’t anything romantic there.”

“I’m sorry it didn’t work out,” Alyssa said, like a liar.

“I’m not. Her and Emily are like made for each other,” You snorted with the shake of your head. “And at least she wasn’t afraid of the world knowing we were together,”

“Well, yeah,” Alyssa smiled. She had loved seeing the way being publicly out with Kelley had brought out the best of you. “ Okay moving on! Next, we need to narrow down your No body, No Crime.”

“I take offense. Alex is still alive, so that doesn’t count,” You huffed.

“I’m kidding! I’m kidding. I know you didn’t kill any of your significant others,” Alyssa said, laughing. “Though if you listened to the song you would know that’s my job… ”

“Alex was my Champagne Problems,” You mumbled sadly. That relationship had been the hardest for you, as had the breakup. She was terrified of the world even suspecting she wasn’t straight.

You had everything, except the freedom to be yourself, and In the end, you couldn’t take the hiding anymore.

“You did your best, love. But people come out at their own pace. And it was before Obergfell v. Hodges was decided. Being queer was still more likely to be presented as a scandal in the media then.”

“She cheated on me with Serv. She doesn’t get a pass,” You grumbled, crossing your arms.

“I’m pretty sure you were on a break dear,” Alyssa said, though she was inclined to agree with you. Being on a ‘break’ but not officially breaking up didn’t seem like a reason to start dating other people. Still getting over some of the semantics might theoretically help you move on. “BUT maybe we should move on. Who is your Lover?”

Your eyes squinted thoughtfully, a light pink shading your cheeks. “The only person who hasn’t ever left me is you. You let me leave the Christmas lights up until May and dance around the kitchen when you cook.”

Alyssa looked away, not able to meet your eyes. ”I mean, the lights can change color, so they can be thematic all year. And you’re the one who chooses the music to listen to while I cook. I can’t help it if they’re all great for dancing.”

“You can dance to anything. I’m pretty sure you turned a Hosier song into a salsa dance last week.” You giggled.

“The only person I dance with is you, Y/n,” Alyssa said, finally meeting your eyes. She could feel her body start shaking slightly, as the adrenaline kicked in. She was going to do it. She was going to tell you. “I don’t want to dance if I’m not dancing with you.”

“I’d dance with you in a storm in my best dress,”

“I have tried so hard to be supportive about your last several relationships. But seeing you dancing to your favorite song with anyone else… I’ve loved you for three years now and I couldn’t bear it.”

The air was suddenly charged between you, and you realized your faces were just inches apart. It was hard to breathe. You never dreamed your best friend would return your feelings (maybe that’s why you had so many bad relationships).

“Kiss me,” you breathed, slowly moving around so your heads were at the same level.

“That’s not a Taylor swift Lyric,” Alyssa said. In her brain, there was a loading sign currently whirring in little circles, as she attempted to process what you just said. Did you mean what she thought you said?

“Baby just say yes,” You said, feeling so happy that tears were coming to your eyes. You leaned forward getting inches from her face, so close you could feel her breath hitch. “Please kiss me.”

“Yes,” was all Alyssa had time to say before she closed the distance and kissed you.

#uswnt imagine #uswnt imagines #uswnt x reader #alyssa naeher imagine #alyssa naeher x reader

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panda-writes-kpop · 2 years

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Dami - Promises, Promises

A/N: Hi guys, girls, and non-binary pearls! I hope you had a good Christmas! I wasn’t exactly sure when I should publish this, so I decided to do it now. Although, it was supposed to be after yesterday’s announcement, and I wonder if you all will be able to gues why...

TW: Break-ups, reminiscing about past romances, Dami’s kind of a cruddy girlfriend, a healthy mix of fluff and angst; unlike Campbell’s Chicken Noodle Soup, writing this piece was not good for my soul and I shall now go back to my realm of writing Dami fluff

Prompt: “I’m pretty sure if Taylor swift and I were in a competition of who could write the most breakup songs in one night, I’d win by a landslide because I still set two plates out for dinner even though I eat alone and it’s almost pathetic because we’ve been broken up for ages, but I’m still not over you.”

This was a bad idea. I knew this was a bad idea, but I continued on anyway.

You try to shake off the feeling of dread that’s surrounded you.

It’s just a bunch of notebooks and college textbooks. They can’t harm you, Y/N. At least they won’t harm you as much as she has.

You bite your lip as you push the bin of papers and college mementos back into your closet.

I shouldn’t have tried to do this today. It’s been a year since we broke up, but that wound is still fresh. I knew that I had her college stuff in here, so why did I try to organize my closet today? Am I really that desperate for the past, or was this just an innocent mistake?

You close your closet door as you squeeze your eyes shut.

She’s not worth your time; hell, she told you that herself. It’s time to do something else now. I can’t sit around and mope all day.

The familiar grumble of your stomach gives you an excellent idea.

Dinner! Food and cooking always distracts me from my bad thoughts. I should start working on it now so I can eat at a decent time.

“I missed you, darling.” Dami whispers as she wraps her arms around your waist.

You giggle as you pull yourself away from the stove.

“Did you have a good day at work? You’re usually not like this.”

“I was just looking forward to coming home to you.”

Dami’s words ring in your ear as you blush and smile.

“Do you really mean that?”

Dami softly scoffs. “You know me better than that, dear. I would never lie about loving you.”

You focus on taking a deep breath as the memory fades from your mind.

It’s just a thought; a glimpse into the past that you cannot undo. Relax and focus; you’ll burn the soup at this rate.

You sigh sadly as you continue to stir the soup in front of you. You feel your mind begin to slip back to her, but you’re too emotionally tired to fight your heart.

“Baby!” You yell as Dami walks through the door.

“Hmm?” Dami looks up, only to see you excitedly hug her.

“You were gone too long. I missed you.” You mumble into her as her chest vibrates from laughter.

“I had a few errands to run after work, sweetheart. I will never forget about my promise to have dinner with you.” Dami affectionately runs her hand up and down your back.

“Never? Even when you get busy at the hospital?” You anxiously look at her after pulling away from her chest.

“Never. I’ll always keep my word to you.” Dami presses a soft kiss to your cheek. “Now, what shall we make for dinner tonight?”

Your eyes glance over to the clock as you absentmindedly take the soup off of the stove.

It’s 6:30, which is around the time that Dami would come home. No wonder why I’m thinking about her so much…

You place a hot pad on the counter before setting the soup pot down.

I wonder if Dami would still like my cooking… who knows? I certainly don’t, and I’m not sure if I would want to know.

You grab yourself a bowl, silverware, and a glass as another memory floats to the front of your mind.

“Dami? Is that you?” You yawn after speaking as you flip a light switch on.

“Yeah, it’s me.” She rubs her eyes tiredly as she slowly walks into the living room.

“Another late shift?”

“Yep. I’m sorry that I wasn’t home earlier, my love. I’m sure that whatever you made was great.” She yawns as she tosses her coat and bag on the counter.

“You haven’t been home for a week straight.” The tears start to fall out of your eyes as you acknowledge the pain that you’re in.

“There’s nothing I can do about it. I wish that I could be with you more, but it’s just not possible at the moment.” Dami looks at you sympathetically as you meet her eyes.

“So you’re choosing your job over our relationship?”

“Y/N, that’s not what I-”

The slamming of your shared bedroom door tells Dami that you’re not in the mood to talk, so she goes about getting ready for bed without you by her side.

As you ladle yourself out some soup, you’ve realized your dire mistake.

I set out two bowls instead of one. I must’ve been so busy thinking about her that I thought she was actually here.

You shake your head as you go to sit and eat.

Man, I really need a life.

You turn on a TV to watch, but you’re too deep in your thoughts to pay attention to what’s going on.

Tears prick your eyes as you adjust your outfit again.

It’s 10:30 p.m., you think. Why isn’t she here yet? Dami said that she would get off at eight.

The nice dinner that you prepared has cooled down to room temperature, and your heart and mind are in conflict with one another.

Your heart tells you to stay. Dami always said that she loved you, and she always kept her promise. She wouldn’t have asked you to marry her if she didn’t love you with all of her heart.

Your mind, on the other hand, tells you to leave. She’s hurt you so many times with her absence. Can you really stay with someone who makes you so unhappy?

You fiddle with the engagement ring on your finger as your mind makes the decision for you.

You stand up and fix your outfit once again as Dami walks through the front door.

“Y/N, love, I’m so sorry that I was-”

You look up at her with tears streaming down your face.

“I thought you loved me.” You mutter.

“I do, Y/N, I really do. We can still have dinner and everything if we-”

Dami’s stunned into silence as you slip the engagement ring off of your finger.

“Go give your excuses to somebody else. I can’t do this anymore, Dami.”

You gently toss the ring on the table as you move towards the front door.

Dami blocks your way, and she gently grabs your wrist.

“Y/N, please.” The complete and utter desperation in her eyes forces you to stop.

“You had your time to fix your mistakes. We’re over, Dami, whether you like it or not.”

You pull your wrist back as you briskly walk out of the front door.

You gaze at the empty bowl of soup in front of you.

I guess I was really hungry. I can grab seconds too since I have that whole pot to myself now. That’s a new benefit of being single, I guess. You don’t have to share everything.

You head into your kitchen, and you’re about to ladle yourself more soup before knocking on the door stops you.

I wonder who would be visiting at this time.

You peek through the peephole on your apartment door, but you can’t make out the person from there.

I have to open the door, I guess.

You set the bowl aside before opening the door.

My goodness… is that who I think it is?

Dami, in the flesh and blood, stands right outside of your door. She anxiously taps her foot as she looks up at the ceiling.

What is she wearing?

A black suit accompanies her short hair as a blowing red cape falls around her back. A large amulet of sorts hangs around her neck.

There’s no wind in here, so why is her cape blowing? More importantly, why is Dami at my front door?

“Hey, Y/N.” Dami greets you with a smile. “Can we talk? I don’t know anyone else that would be willing to talk to me.”

It takes every bit of mental strength to keep yourself from shutting the door in her face.

Listen to what she has to say, and then make a judgment.

“I know that things didn’t end well between us, and it’s probably a horrible idea for me to be standing out here. I mean, I expected you to shut the door in my face by now, but I-”

You hold out a hand to stop Dami from babbling on.

She’s changed a lot within a year. I wonder if she thinks the same about me…

You sigh heavily as you shake your head.

“Come on in.” You wave her in before closing the door behind Dami.

“I’m sorry. Was I interrupting something?” Dami gestures to the two bowls sitting next to each other.

“No, no… I just got distracted and I accidentally got out two bowls. Feel free to grab some soup if you haven’t eaten already.” You offer as your mind begins to stir.

That’s a lie and a half, but there’s no way that I’m telling Dami to her face that I miss everything about her.

Dami nods before graciously accepting your offer. The two of you sit at your dining table as you watch her eat.

I miss living with someone.

“So, do you want to explain to me why you’re here?” You cross your arms as Dami glances up at you.

“Ah… it’s a bit of a long story. Do you have time?”

You lean back in your chair as you chuckle.

“I’ve had nothing but time for ages.”

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kimvvantae · 4 years

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puzzle; 7 (m)

➜ you and jungkook are best friends of a lifetime, even though your personalities are like unmatching pieces of a puzzle. the line between friendship and something more has never been crossed between you two - but that changes after a break up and a drunken night, when you not-so-accidentally cross this line to something much more. what happens when after this accident your non-matching puzzle pieces seem to match in a way you’ve never imagined?

pairing: jungkook x (f) reader

genre: smut, angst, comedy; friends with benefits au; college au

warnings: lots of swearing, a little bit of violence

rating: 18+

word count: 12k

A/N: sweet jesus it’s been so long but it’s finally here! this is the last but one chapter of the series. i genuinely hope you guys enjoy it and i reeeeally want to know your thoughts on it! feel free to leave a comment! if you feel i’m deserving of it lmao

enjoy!

➜ Chapters: check up masterlist in bio!

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[bby bear]: where are you???

[bby bear]: you'll get late for class

[you]: i knoww

[you]: the traffic is so heavy today 🤦🤦

[bby bear]: you should have come w me

[you]: i need to go to the bank

[you]: i told you

[bby bear]: i could have taken u theer

[bby bear]: there

[you]: 🥺🥺 next time i'll go w you i promise!!

[you]: but i'm close

[you]: i'll probably lose the first period tho

[bby bear]: 🤦

You shove the phone inside of your pocket when you notice the pedestrian sign is finally green. The crowd on both sides of the avenue rush, everyone on their fast pace as usual. You're even forced to push some people in order to walk by.

Getting to the other side of the street, you stop in front of the building.

Tall as fuck. That cool kind of building with mirrors all over it, where only cool people wearing cool suits walking around holding cups of coffee on one hand and phones on the other hand talking business language kind of people work at.

You certainly don't work here. You definitely don't have any stuff to do here. You surely are not close to the campus and you will lose much more than just the first period.

Seulgi will most definitely punch your face when she finds out where you are and what you're about to do.

You confidently walk inside the building, pushing through its glass doors into the pristine, modern and gigantic main hall. Your black boots contrast with the high heels all the other women wear around you. So does the rest of your outfit. Mini skirts and oversized hoodies are not part of the dress code here. You can almost hear their minds asking, what is this person doing here? The clanck clanck sound of their heels clicking against the marble floor is somehow pleasing, though.

You stop in front of the reception counter. A pretty girl opens a crystal white smile to you. Her hair is tied tightly, her uniform was ironed to perfection. "Good morning. How can I help you?" She chirps happily.

"Good morning. My name is Y/N. I'd like to talk to Irene."

The smile quickly falters.

The girl side eyes her colleague that sits by her side. "Hmm… unfortunately, Miss Irene does not receive visits," she says carefully, still trying to keep her smile. "You must be mistaken."

You can see this girl thinks you're crazy. You quickly realize that people usually don't come at the reception and simply say they want to talk to Irene. But, well, what else would you do? You have to announce your presence somehow.

"Irene is waiting for me. You can call her and ask if you want," you insist.

The receptionist looks pale for a moment.

Hesitantly, she takes the phone and dials a number. You can still see that the girl thinks you're lying; she's probably ready to call the security guards. During her quick talk on the phone, you notice she's not talking to Irene, but with her secretary.

You also see the moment her eyes widen.

She hangs up the phone and stands up, smiling widely again.

"Miss Y/N, Irene is waiting for your arrival," she says, and you notice the slight tone of panic in her voice. "Please, accompany me."

All the other visitors have to show their identifications and take a quick picture on the reception, you notice, but the girl simply ignores this procedure with you, guiding you to the elevator instead. She explains the situation to the security guard and he lets you in. The receptionist still looks slightly panicked. She's probably scared that you'll complain how the receptionist was rude to me directly to Irene, but you won't. Poor girl was just doing her job.

The elevator is big, too. It has a panoramic view of the city as it goes up to one of the highest floors.

You always thought Seulgi was overreacting when she said how bad she sometimes felt for dating Irene, but now you kind of understand her.

You knew Irene was rich. You can recognize a Gucci jacket when you see one, and you've seen Irene wearing plenty of these. But Irene always acted so normal. Sure, she was elegant - and sometimes even arrogant -, but she was still someone very pleasant to be around. She never looked disgusted to be in your tiny but comfy apartment, she never made faces when she'd sometimes wear some of Seulgi's or your clothes when she didn't bring any to spend the night, she never complained to eat the junk food you'd buy for dinner. She was just… chill.

Because of that, you'd forget that she's rich sometimes.

Being in this massive building where everyone acted as if she was a princess made you remember, though.

Irene is beyond rich. Your standard of "rich" used to be Joy: someone that has a cool, big house in a nice part of the city. Irene partially owns a fucking company. She's so chill that you never even bothered to Google the company's name; you did this today to get the address, and it only made you more shocked.

Seulgi must have felt overwhelmed many times in their relationship.

But you're sure she was much happier back then than she is now.

You're used to their drama. They were already dating when you first met Seulgi, and you saw this cycle repeating many times. This time, though, things are not happening as usual. Seulgi is the saddest you’ve ever seen in these almost three years of convivence. Right after they broke up, you thought she was just being dramatic as usual… now you see that it isn’t simple drama. She’s actually sad and has been in this state for months. She doesn’t go out anymore, stopped doing the things she liked… she even got tired of Netflix. That’s probably the most shocking fact of all.

Jungkook said you shouldn’t get involved in this, but you’re tired of seeing your friend being so sad all the time.

Their breakup was messy this time. They didn’t talk properly, didn’t make things clear. Seulgi is too stubborn to make a move (she’s totally lethargic at this point, both physically and spiritually), and Irene also seems too stubborn. Since none of them has the balls to do anything, you finally decided to step up and take action.

(Funny how you thought Jimin was annoying for trying to push you and Jungkook together, but you’re doing the exact same thing right now).

Well, look, you’re not exactly trying to push them into each other. First, you want to know Irene’s feelings and opinions on this situation. If you see that she has really moved on from Seulgi, then you’re ready to give your friend all the comfort and support in the world so she finally moves on. If Irene shows you that she still has feelings for Seulgi… well…

The speed in which she replied to your DM is a strong indicative of that.

The way her eyes glint with undeniable hope when the elevator doors open and she greets you is another indicative.

Irene looks gorgeous as always; she’s like a human version of Snow White. It’s kind of funny to meet her in her office like this. She’s almost like a female and hotter version of Christian Grey.

Her ways of greeting you are polite and… hesitant. You understand why. She probably doesn’t get what you’re doing here in the first place, what you want to talk about. Considering you’re Seulgi’s friend, she must think you’d be mad at her or something.

“Why didn’t you call me, Y/N? My guests never enter from the common hall.” she asked. Oh. Common hall is what that massive hall is called. Almost like peasants area.

“I didn’t know.” you simply say, shrugging.

“I’m sorry that we’re meeting here at my workplace. It feels too profissional, doesn’t it?” she smiles sheepishly.

Well… it does. You don’t even feel comfortable enough to move around her great office, afraid that you’d accidentally break anything (you’re sure that every little piece in this room is much more expensive than you’d be able to afford).

“Come on, let’s go to the cafeteria. I think it’ll be more comfortable to talk there.” she politely suggests, and you just agree with her.

Irene guides you around the halls. This floor is less crowded, since only Important People with Important Tasks work here - and she’s greeted by all of them as she passes by. Their eyes immediately float to you, and they were surely asking themselves why Princess Irene was being followed by this peasant.

The cafeteria in question is as pretty and neatly clean as the rest of the building. Soft music plays from the speakers. Irene chooses a more private table by the windows and asks if you want to have breakfast; you politely decline and both of you end up ordering simple cups of coffee.

An uncomfortable silence lingers in the air.

"I… have to confess that I got surprised when I saw your DM," Irene speaks softly. Her eyes are glued on her cup of coffee. "It's been a while."

"Yeah."

"How are you doing?"

"I'm doing fine." a hundred different scenes pass on your head as she asks this, and you know that you feel anything but fine in the moment, but it's not as if you'll rant about your complicated love life right now. "But I'm sure you don't want to ask about me."

You see a shade of pink flush Irene's cheeks.

"Well… I don't think it would be right to ask about her." Irene says.

"Why not? It's not as if you didn't know I came here to talk about Seulgi."

"But she doesn't want to know about me."

You're left speechless for a few seconds.

It's funny to see the two sides of a breakup. Because of their stubborness, they became completely out of tune with each other. Irene thought that Seulgi didn't want to know about her, when you knew pretty damn well that Seulgi stalked her social media an unhealthy amount of times per day.

You cross your arms and lean your back on the chair. Irene looks hesitant, but you see she's eager to know whatever information you may have. That's not the behavior of someone that hates their ex.

"Can I ask you something?" you say. It's funny how Irene, the owner of pretty much everything around you, looks so cornered by you, her shoulders shrinking visibly. She nods softly. "Why did you guys break up? I mean, what's your side of the story?"

Irene sighs and passes her hand through her dark hair. She looks out the window. She doesn't seem irritated by your ask. She just seems… thoughtful.

It makes you realize that, perhaps, Seulgi's not the only one feeling broken here.

"We're… different." she starts quietly. "I have been trying to keep this relationship working for a long time, you know. Even though we argued a lot and disagreed about many things. But…" Irene sighs again. Sadness shadows her features. "It was getting hard. Seulgi never accepted my help. She knows that money is no problem for me, and I just wanted to help, but why did she act so angry every time I wanted to help you guys?"

Oh.

You don't miss the way she said "help you guys"; she must be talking about the times both of you were struggling to pay the rent. Oh God. You clearly see where their opinions diverge. Irene has always been rich; she saw money as something simple, giving money to others wasn't a big deal. Meanwhile, Seulgi must've felt dependent and it surely hurt her pride. Besides, there were enough people saying that Seulgi was only dating Irene to get money from her…

"And there's more." Irene's voice becomes quieter, more fragile. "My family, they're… very conservative. It was already hard enough for them to accept my sexuality. They never did, to be honest… but they particularly don't like Seulgi, because she's not, hm, on my "social level", as they like to say."

Ooh.

This is more complicated. Seulgi doesn't know what it feels like; her family is very open minded. She told you that, in the beginning, her parents were shocked when she told them that she also liked girls, but they slowly accepted it. Irene, on the other hand…

"They keep saying that my relationship with her will be bad for the company." She confesses. "They said they'd even accept my relationship, as long as we dated in secret."

"What?!" you gasp. "This is disgusting!"

"I know." Irene nods, eyes focused on the mug between her hands. You have the impression that you see tears welling up on her eyes, but she blinks rapidly to dissipate them. "I… I was willing to go against them, because if they don't accept my relationship, then they don't accept who I am. But… I don't know if it's worth doing this if I'm not sure if Seulgi feels the same about me."

Ouch.

You remembered the night when they broke up. Seulgi came to you, crying, and said that she was tired of being with someone that wasn't brave enough to accept her.

Seulgi, my dear… you know nothing.

You can see that to go against her parents isn't as simple as it sounds. To Irene, going against her family involves reputation, money, and the company itself. It's definitely a big deal. Seulgi didn't understand how serious it is.

And Irene is willing to take this big step for her.

It's your time to sigh.

"Irene." you lean closer, staring at her seriously. "Do you still love Seulgi?"

She blinks at your direct question. Irene looks down, gulps… and nods.

"I do love her."

You can't hear any hint of doubt on her voice.

That's what you wanted to hear.

"She's not okay." You blurt out the truth. Irene widens her eyes softly and looks at you. You see guilt on her eyes as she hears this. "I came here because I'm worried about her. She doesn't act like herself anymore. She even got tired of Netflix."

Irene widens her eyes in shock. "She stopped watching Netflix?!"

"Yes." You nod seriously. "And she still loves you, too."

Irene freezes when you say this.

Now, you're sure of the tears welling up on her eyes.

"I…" she stutters, unable to form a coherent sentence. "A-Are you sure?"

You can't help but giggle at her; Irene looks shy, almost like a teenager - scared and excited to know that her crush likes her back. You feel your own heart warming up at the sight.

"Of course I'm sure."

A smile wants to make its way up to her lips. "B-But what do I do? I can't just walk up to her like this. I don't want to start another fight…"

"Irene, believe me. Seulgi will listen to anything you have to say, as long as you're being honest. Tell her about the situation with your family. Prove to her that you're willing to stand for her. I mean, if you're still willing to…"

"I am!" Irene exclaims in a heartbeat. "I am. As long as she's with me, I feel like I can do anything."

You feel yourself smiling. Irene's eyes are shining like diamonds.

"But you also have to try to understand her." You say seriously. "Seulgi is not wrong for wanting to be independent. She's finishing her studies, she wants to build a career for herself, and she wants her own money. I know you're trying to help, but you have to respect her. Also, I'm sure she doesn't want to be a burden for you."

Irene nods vehemently. "Okay. You're right. I get it."

She doesn't hold her smile back anymore as a tear rolls down her cheek. She looks so immensely happy… it's a delightful sight. And you can't help but feel happy too, because right now, more than ever, you see that Seulgi found something rare and precious in this world.

True love.

And this fact itself is enough to make you feel that coming here was worth it - even though Seulgi might want to kill you afterwards.

"But hey, Irene," you call her seriously again. "I'm doing all this because both of you stupid asses couldn't, but if you make Seulgi cry again, I will kill you. I know where you work now."

Irene laughs at your very serious threat. She leans forward and holds both of your hands. "Y/N, thank you so much for telling me all this. I will forever be grateful. If you need anything- and I mean anything- I will help you, okay? Anything!"

"Alright, alright," you say, shrugging, the slight thought that a millionaire owns you a favor sounding nice. "Now, you better go talk to Seulgi. I can't stand her walking around the living room looking like a zombie anymore." Irene laughs softly. "And… I said I wasn't hungry, but now I kind of want that waffle."

Seulgi looks like a very grumpy zombie when you meet her in the corridor.

"Where the hell were you?!" Seulgi exclaims. "It's noon!"

"Yeah, I know." you shrug. "The bank was pretty crowded."

Seulgi narrows her eyes. Her hair looks messy even though it's tied up and she has bags underneath her eyes. She's wearing the top of her old orange pajamas. It has an old kitchen oil stain over the chest. Seulgi from months ago would rarely go out looking like this.

"What the hell did you need to do there anyway? I didn't even know people still go to banks." She whines. "I was getting worried, you know?"

You walk down the corridor with your hands behind your back. You're glad Seulgi is too grumpy to notice the sly smirk on your lips, the way you kind of bounce by her side in expectation.

"Always so thoughtful, Seul. You're so cute, did you know that?"

She side eyes you, the frown deepening. "Why are you complimenting me?"

"What's the problem with complimenting you?"

"Whenever you compliment me it means either you want something or you did something that you know will piss me off."

Sometimes you forget how well Seulgi knows you.

"Jesus, you're too stressed, girl. I'll pay you lunch, okay? Let's eat at that Italian restaurant you like."

"When you offer yourself to pay for stuff it also means that-"

Seulgi stops in her tracks, completely frozen.

"Irene?"

You step back silently and hold your breath.

This is the moment that might end your friendship with Seulgi if it goes bad.

Irene seems to be holding her breath as well, her eyes round - scared, hesitant, hopeful.

And they stand there, looking at each other. As if time has slowed down. As if there was no one else besides them in the busy corridor.

If this was a drama, you imagined that the romantic soundtrack would kick in now.

"Hi, Seulgi." Irene says softly. "It's… it's been a while."

It seems that Seulgi's brain is struggling to function. "What… what are you doing here?" the fact that she does not sound defensive or aggressive but genuinely surprised and confused relieves your chest.

"I came here to talk." Irene says. "Just… just talk. But if you want me to go…"

"No." Seulgi interrupts her embarrassingly too fast. "It's alright. We… we can talk. Just talk."

Their eyes are gleaming and the ghost of smiles appear on their lips.

Your chest fills with triumph as you silently walk back. Not that either of them would even notice you anyway.

You're too far to hear what they're saying now, their soft voices drowning in the middle of the many more people walking around the corridor, but you still kind of hide inside an empty classroom, half of your body peeking outside of the door to watch them. They're talking and smiling timidly. You feel tempted to take some photos, but it's better not to. You kind of feel like an intruder watching them, even if you're this far-

"What are you doing?"

You almost feel your spirit jumping out of your body when the male voice asks dangerously close to your ear, turning around in a jump to see the source.

Now you don't know if your heart is beating so ridiculously fast because of the scare of because of the view in front of you.

Jungkook looks down at you with a puzzled expression, his hands behind his back, his body slightly leaning on your direction. He's wearing a modern grey hanbok over a black t-shirt and slippers. His backpack hangs from one shoulder. His hair is half tied up in a small bun, curly bangs falling over his eyes. This is precisely what makes your heart almost fail. You've been wondering how he would look like with his hair tied up ever since he decided to let it grow…

He's got no business looking this good. No. Fucking. Business.

But you're a master of pretending you're unbothered, so you just point ahead at their direction with an excited smile. Jungkook's eyes look up to where you're pointing and his eyes widen.

"Oh!" Almost instantly, he kind of hides behind you as well. It's hard to ignore the warmth of his body on your back, even though he isn't close enough to touch you. "Did they make up? Are they dating again?"

"I hope they will." it's weird how you're both speaking so low, as if they could possibly hear you over the loud chatter.

"What if they start fighting?"

"Don't even say that! I put my friendship with Seulgi at risk to get these two to talk!"

You turn your head in time to see Jungkook's eyes frowning as he realizes what's going on.

"It was you?"

"Of course it was."

He crosses his arms over his broad chest and shakes his head slowly in disapproval. "You said you wouldn't get involved!"

"I never said I wasn't going to get involved." you bat your lashes prettily at him, trying to give your best innocent look (unsuccessfully).

"You damn gremlin."

You whack his chest. "Aw, come on! Just look at them and tell me it isn't working!"

Both of you look ahead again to see them smiling sweetly at each other as they talk. You bounce and giggle excitedly like a little kid. "Look, look! She's blushing!"

Jungkook tilts his head to the side. "But what about Jennie?"

"Oh, Irene and Jennie went out on dates, but it didn't work out in the end. They're just friends." you repeat the exact same words Irene told you earlier.

"Are you sure?"

"Well, if she cheats on Seulgi, I'll kill her."

You watch as they slowly start to walk away side by side, heading towards the exit.

You jump out of your "hideout" and open your arms in triumph. "I did great this time, didn't I?!"

Jungkook chuckles and leans on the doorway, arms crossed. "Whatever you say."

You're an expert at acting unbothered, but right now it's really hard to do so when he looks at you this way.

He has a pretty lazy smile on his lips. It makes you feel hot inside and your stomach jumps and your heart races. His gaze is intense… but not in the way you're used to. That look isn't his I want to fuck kind of look, it's… it's… shit, you don't know what that means, but it's pretty intense. Why is he looking at you like that?

You just hope he doesn't notice how your legs are wobbly.

It's the first time you see him in person since two days ago, when he slept at your house. Two days after you had sex even though you said you wouldn't. You didn't talk properly about what happened there. To be honest, your brain still didn't process that well.

Things are awkward between you two - but this time it's a different kind of awkward. A type of awkward that made your cheeks burn while you cleaned yourself and got dressed. A type of awkward that made you feel all fuzzy and warm inside, that made a silly smile grow on your lips every time your eyes crossed his from the other side of the living room, an awkwardness that forced you both to look away and try to pretend your cheeks weren't aching from the damn smile that didn't want to go away. A type of awkward that didn't let you talk about what happened - as if none of you wanted to talk about it, to just keep it engraved in your minds forever, as if talking about it would take all the magic of the moment away.

You don't hate this type of awkward.

It's not uncomfortable. Not like what has been happening for the past months. Yet, you feel that you need to talk about it - to sort things out clearly and straightforwardly this time… because if the way he's looking at you means anything, then maybe… just maybe…

"I've got good news." Jungkook says suddenly (because he noticed that you've been staring at each other for far too long to not be embarrassing anymore).

"What?" you fiddle with your own fingers, trying to ease the tension.

"Remember that director I told you about? Mr. Choi?" You nod. "He invited me to work with him."

Your jaw drops, your eyes widen. "What? Are you serious?!"

Jungkook nods excitedly. "Yeah. Well, I'll be like the assistant of the assistant, to be honest, but… he invited me to work with him on his next project. I'll gain some real experience, at least…"

"Are you kidding? This is great, Kook! What the fuck!"

You jump over to hug him, your arms dropping around his shoulders, and Jungkook quickly hugs you back. His low excited giggle right next to your ear makes goosebumps crawl on your skin.

"I'm so fucking proud of you!" And you couldn't be more honest. Jungkook has always been so hardworking; he deserves all the success and recognition in the world. You always thought so.

"Thank you," his voice is still low and excited.

He caresses your back. It makes yet more goosebumps crawl on your skin.

Oh, God. He still smells like baby powder. He always does. You feel tempted to sniff the crook of his neck, just to take a little bit more of his scent, but you hold yourself back. It's not like hugging Jungkook is something new to you. Fuck, after everything you've done, hugging should feel like nothing. But for some reason… hugging him right now feels like a lot.

Feels awkward.

So awkward that you have to remind yourself that you're in the middle of a corridor full of people, and that this hug is taking way too long, so you step back before your brain completely malfunctions.

"A-And," you clear your throat and put a strand of hair behind your ear, furiously avoiding his gaze. You never thought that Jungkook would make you feel shy like this. Shy and Y/N shouldn’t make sense in the same sentence. "When is this next project?"

"In two days. I think he decided to put me on the crew last minute."

"This means that he really trusts you."

Jungkook smiles sheepishly and massages the back of his neck. "I just hope I won't mess things up."

"You'll do great, Kook. You always do."

He lifts his gaze to you again.

That same look again.

You feel that everything is blurred except him again. No one else is in that corridor. No loud chatter. Just him and his starry eyes, looking back at you, eyes that smile as much as his lips.

God.

You need to sort things out.

You can't just stare at him with heart eyes like this anymore. You need to talk about what happened. This conversation feels awkward because you're both trying to act normal, pretending that there isn't a fucking elephant in the room - an elephant that makes you think of a mattress in the middle of your living room, of sunrays touching his exposed skin, of old pajamas being thrown around and sweat and soft kisses and salty tears dripping down your temples.

You need to know if he also felt that that morning was different. You need to know if he feels the same. Even if he doesn't - even if his heart lays with Yeri or Joy or whoever it might be - you need to know, and you don't care about what the outcome might be. You just can't torture yourself like this anymore.

So you inhale and gulp.

"Jungkook, I was thinking… are you busy after classes?" you ask timidly.

He presses his lips together. "Actually, I am. The boys and I are planning to celebrate the end of the semester tonight."

Mission abort! Mission abort!!

"Why?"

"Oh- it's nothing. I was just…" you can't think of any excuse. "It's not that important anyway. Forget it."

Jungkook looks at you with suspicion. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah! I'm sure. Nevermind."

He still stares at you for a while, frowning.

"You wanna come with us?"

"No!" you shake your hands dismissively. You're not having this super important conversation surrounded by all of his friends. "I'm just gonna bother you guys. It's fine, Jungkook. Enjoy your night."

Jungkook shrugs. He takes his phone from his back pocket for a moment. "Well, I gotta go. I promised I'd pay Jimin lunch."

"Alright."

You start to walk in opposite directions.

“But we can meet tomorrow, right?” You turn around way too fast when you hear Jungkook say, a few steps away from you. He looks hesitant, an awkward little smile on his lips. “I have some stuff to do, but we can see each other at night. After I finish preparing my stuff. We could meet, right?” He visibly starts to look more and more awkward as he speaks. As if his confidence started to vanish. It’s kind of adorable. “You could come to my place. O-Or I could go to yours, I don’t care- I mean, can I?”

Your heart is bouncing crazily inside of you. You don’t notice how you’re mirroring his awkward smile. “Of course, Kook. When did you ever need permission to go to my apartment?”

Jungkook frowns as if he just realized how stupid his ask was. “Guess you’re right. Or maybe we could go out somewhere, right? It’s been a while since we went out, the two of us.”

He’s right. All you’ve been doing for the past months is meet to have sex. You don’t even remember the last time you two did something that didn’t involve getting naked.

“Sure, let’s go out.”

You stare at each other for a few more awkward moments (awkward is a word you’ve been thinking a lot about lately). See, that’s not how things would go between you two back then. Neither of you ever needed to ask previously to go out. You’d just usually drag Jungkook out of his house by force when you deemed he hasn’t been taking enough sunlight (fucking Overwatch). Or Jungkook would call you at 3am because he was bored of playing Overwatch and just realized there was only expired milk and an empty box of cereal in the cabinets because the last time he and Jimin bought food was 2 weeks ago and he’d be like “hey, let’s go to Walmart” and you’d be like “what the fuck Jungkook it’s 3am” and he’d be like “but Jimin’s not home I need help” and you’d be like “fuck you” but twenty minutes later you’d both be on your pajamas pushing a cart inside of an empty Walmart as you barely register Jungkook ranting about how he thinks he’s lactose intolerant because he had diarrhea the last time he ate yogurt.

That’s kind of how things used to go back then.

At the same time you desperately want your relationship to go back to normal, you don’t really hate the way you’re feeling right now.

“Right, I gotta go.” Jungkook snaps out of it faster than you and nods. “I’ll text you later.”

“Okay.”

Again, you turn around and start to walk in opposite directions. Slowly. Hesitantly. Because both of you know you don't want to go. Both of you know you still have a lot to talk about.

But maybe later.

[bby bear]: i kinda want to kill you rn but

[bby bear]: thank u so fcking much

[bby bear]: ily

[bby bear]: bitch

You're smiling so hard that your cheeks might probably start to ache. If Seulgi texted you this, it means things went really well with Irene.

The chatter in the dining hall is nothing but background noise on your ears as you scroll down your boring Instagram feed, the plate just half eaten in front of you. You’re not really hungry. Maybe the stress of studying for finals messed your stomach. The hell’s finally over, at least, and you’re sure that your grades won’t be that bad (Seulgi didn’t want to do anything, but you at least convinced her to study with you. That’s the only thing that got her out of her bedroom. Her zombie state was kinda the reason why you studied so hard).

Some text notifications pop on your screen, but you just swipe them away since none of them are from the person you’re waiting for. All of your friends are planning to go out tonight and some of them are asking if you want to go. No, you don’t. Honestly, you’ve not been feeling yourself these days. Past you would always be up to a party. Past you wouldn’t be having lunch alone in the dining hall - honestly though, you don’t even mind being by yourself. Nothing would make you feel emptier right now than being surrounded by random people. Just one person matters at the moment-

“Hi.”

You almost drop the phone inside the plate when you look up to see who just sat in front of you.

Joy.

Your throat feels suddenly bitter. You have to gulp.

“Jesus, I didn’t even notice you come,” you inhale and chuckle. “How you doing, Joy?”

Joy smiles. “I’m fine.”

She’s lying.

There’s something in the way she looks at you and in the way her smile looks plastic-fake that makes you shiver.

It makes you think that she didn’t even want to be here.

Well, you don’t know about her, but you certainly feel uncomfortable right now. You can’t lie that you’ve been feeling kind of guilty these days because you’ve been fucking the guy she likes in secret, but a big fat load of guilt hit you especially after two days ago. Joy went on a date with Jungkook and barely a few hours later you had him inside of you. And, of course, you had rough sex with him inside of her bathroom. All the while you knew Joy liked him and encouraged her to be with him-

Wow, it’s getting hard to look at her right now.

You really are a bitch. In the beginning you didn’t feel bad because you stupidly assumed there weren’t feelings involved. It was just friends with benefits, right? You even agreed that you could have sex with other people. If Jungkook started dating Joy, of course you’d stop doing it. Also, there was nothing between you two. You didn’t even feel jealousy.

Things changed, though, and at some point you genuinely started to hate this poor girl for breathing around Jungkook. And now you feel guilty because you realized that you like the guy that she told you she had a crush on months ago.

I took a shower this morning, so why do I feel so dirty right now?

A shiver runs down your spine.

The way she’s looking at you… what if she knows-?

“I’m throwing a party tonight,” she says suddenly. “To celebrate the end of the semester. You wanna come?”

You’ve been fucking the guy she likes for months and there she is, being nice and inviting you to her party. You really are a fake ass bitch-

“O-Oh.” You rub the back of your neck. “I, uhm… thanks, Joy, but I’m not feeling very well today. I just feel like sleeping, to be honest.” You chuckle sheepishly again.

Joy nods. “Alright.”

She doesn’t insist. It looks like she doesn’t even care. As if she’s just being polite.

In fact, it kind of looks that she’s relieved that you said no-

“So, how was your date with Taehyung?” She changes the topic quickly. “We didn’t even talk about it.”

Right. She’s talking about the person you don’t even want to think about because there’s only so much guilt one person can feel at once.

“It was fun.” You say. “We had a lot of fun.”

It sounds stupid, the way you can’t even articulate your date with him. You’re not lying - you had fun… kind of.

“Are you dating him now?”

Okay, this is getting strange. Not the question, but the way she asked. You’re 100% sure she’s annoyed by something, and honestly looks uninterested in your current state with Taehyung right now, so why is she asking anyway?

“No, we’re not.” You admit.

Joy stares at you in silence as if she’s waiting for you to say something more, but you say nothing else. Joy then nods. This is getting very uncomfortable.

You feel that she’s about to leave, so you pick up the courage to speak again. She touched this topic anyway.

You know it’s wrong to ask. You shouldn’t. But you’re so curious that you can’t help.

“A-And, uhm… what about you and Jungkook? How was your date?” you try so hard to pretend you’re not dying curious to know.

Joy stares at you in silence again. She isn’t smiling.

“He didn’t tell you?”

What? Is there something to tell?!

“No. Jungkook’s kinda private about this type of thing,” you’re lying, of course, because even if Jungkook didn’t want to, you’d usually annoy him with questions about his dates so hard that he’d end up telling everything that happened.

Joy looks away and quirks one eyebrow. “Oh. I assumed he would have since you guys are so close.”

The way she says so close bothers you.

It’s her turn to rub the back of her neck, her eyes glued on the table - only she doesn’t look nervous. Yeah, she’s annoyed. Joy takes so long to talk that you’re about to repeat your question, but she finally speaks:

“We also had fun. Jungkook really is a sweet guy, right? He did nothing wrong. He’s so polite that it ended up annoying me, honestly. More polite than I would have wanted him to be…” Hah, so they didn’t fuck! Great! “Well, he dropped me home and I invited him to spend the night and all, but… He was very polite. He apologized a lot and said that he couldn’t stay…”

Joy licks her lips. Why the dramatic pause? Say it already, come on!

“He’s also a very honest guy, right?” She chuckled, but she clearly didn’t think it was funny. “He said that he thought I was an amazing person, but things wouldn’t go further than this because…”

For the first time, Joy lifts her gaze and looks at you.

“Because he already had feelings for someone else.”

You’re honestly not breathing anymore.

Joy is watching you very carefully. You’re as stiff as a board.

“Not a fun way to finish a date, right?” She says and chuckles, again, it’s clear she isn’t happy at all. “Anyways, I have to go now. Bye.”

She gets up and walks away before you can even say anything, as if this conversation was being unbearable for her.

Meanwhile, you just sit there. Frozen. Breathless.

He said things wouldn’t go further than this.

Your throat feels very dry out of sudden. Very, very dry and coarse, as if you’ve eaten sand.

Because…

You take the water bottle from over the table and drink it in one big, big gulp, until the bottle is empty and your shaking fingers crushed the fragile pet bottle.

He already had feelings for someone else.

You get up and take the tray so fast that you almost drop everything.

Your movements are fast as you walk out of the busy dining hall, your heart beating loudly on your ribcage, your breathing irregular and your mind working at 200 km/h.

He already had feelings for someone else.

He told Joy this. He dropped her home and told her the truth. He apologized. He… he said he already had feelings for someone else. Jesus Christ. Your heart is beating so fast it feels like it’s going to stop anytime soon.

He- He-

He might be talking about Yeri, a little, hesitant voice inside your mind whispers. Well… sure. You’ve been suspecting it for a good while. But… after Jungkook dropped Joy home and said this he-

He went to your apartment.

He went to you.

You feel the need to stop walking and lean on the corridor’s wall. The world around you is blurred.

What is this feeling bubbling up in your chest? A feeling so strong that it’s almost spilling over? This thing that makes you open the widest smile you ever opened and makes you want to jump around the corridor like crazy?

He came to me. He came to me. He came to me. He came to me.

He came to me!

But-

But there’s still the Yeri possibility.

You need to know the truth. To hear him say it, and you can’t wait another day - not anymore.

You take your phone from your bag and type with shaking fingers.

[you]: hey

[you]: can we meet today?

[you]: i really need to talk to you

Jeon Jungkook is a simp.

He doesn’t like this word. He thinks it’s annoying how people would call a guy a simp just because he’s treating a girl with minimal decency.

But, like. He’s a simp. He knows he is. He took a long time to admit this, but lately his pride has been already so crushed and stepped on by a particular pair of feet that he can’t even bring himself to feel anything anymore.

Actually, no. He has been feeling like shit for a long time. It’s just the alcohol anesthetizing him right now.

That’s just his second bottle of beer and he already feels kind of dizzy. It’s been a while since he last drank alcohol, that’s probably why his resistance feels weak. He makes a mental reminder to not drink too much. Jungkook knows that he gets really talkative when he’s drunk and he always ends up saying stuff he shouldn’t - and today especially he can’t end up saying stuff he shouldn’t with that guy around.

If he knew Taehyung would be here too, Jungkook wouldn’t have come. Yes, he knows he’s being childish. He knows he’s angry at someone that didn’t do anything wrong, he knows that jealousy is bad, he knows that technically he is wrong because he’s been dicking down the girl that he knew his friend liked. He knows all that, alright?!

Jungkook throws his head back and sighs, passing his hand through his hair. A chilling night breeze touches his cheeks; since the inside of the bar was already full and they were too many, everyone decided to sit on the outside part of the bar. Jungkook hasn’t been paying attention to anything anyone around him was saying and neither was he interested. He thought that coming here would make him forget about the things that have been troubling him, but in the end he’s just thinking more about them.

I could excuse myself and go home. He thought. I have a lot of things to do anyway. I wouldn’t be lying.

He feels a hand rest on his shoulder and looks at Jimin, sitting on a chair by his side. The look on Jimin’s face already says everything. Jungkook sometimes thinks that Jimin has telepathic superpowers; how does he always know what’s going on before anyone even says anything?

“You alright?” Jimin asks in a low tone, careful not to call anyone’s attention. The younger one nods.

“Yeah.”

“You’re lying.”

“Yeah.”

“Are you drunk?”

“I’m not.” Jungkook reassures.

Taehyung laughs loudly from across the table and both of them end up looking at him. Jimin looks back at Jungkook.

Jimin sighs. “You know you can go home if you want to.”

“Yeah.”

Jimin rolls his eyes. “Just… don’t do anything stupid.”

Jungkook looks at Jimin and sips a bit more of the beer slowly.

“Yeah.”

Jimin smacks his shoulder and goes back to his previous conversation with Hoseok.

How Jimin always seems to know what’s going on… it annoys Jungkook a lot. He wasn’t supposed to know anything. It’s not like Jungkook told him about his feelings, Jimin just… realized. They were doing grocery shopping one day and Jungkook mentioned how last time he went to Walmart you told him that the diarrhea he had wasn’t because he was lactose intolerant but because the yogurt was expired and then Jimin turned around and simply said:

“You like her, right?”

And Jungkook gasped.

Jimin smirked knowingly and just kept pushing the cart. He said nothing else - but it was as if Jungkook had just confessed his deepest feelings right there.

This happened a little bit after Jungkook and Yeri broke up and kind of made him feel offended. How could Jimin say he liked you? He hadn’t even gotten over Yeri, Jimin knew very well. However, it seems that Jimin is not only a telepath, he can also see the future, because he couldn’t be more right.

If Jungkook’s being honest with himself, some months ago he wasn’t really really sure about what he felt about you. As the “Yeri” scar started to heal he got more aware of his own feelings and actions towards you, but it was hard to sort things out because he was always in denial. That desire to hold you close and hug you and take care of you and not let anyone hurt you anymore? Well, that was just his protective side. You have always been one of his dearest people. Jungkook also knew that he had a little possessive side. He was sure that this feeling would eventually vanish.

Maybe he was also frightened because he knew it wasn’t reciprocal. You never even looked at him in a way that might mean you felt something else for him. He wasn’t going to confess something he wasn’t sure of to someone that definitely didn’t feel anything for him and destroy a life-long friendship.

But oh boy, how things have changed.

They changed the moment you hopped on his lap that night inside his car. Jesus, that first week was hell for Jungkook. He was trying so, so hard to forget the messy drunken memories of his night with you - especially because, the moment he woke up and saw the pure face of terror on your face when you realized what just happened, he thought of how much you regretted that and all of his hopes died right there - the hopes that maybe, just maybe, you could be more than friends.

Yet, he got to taste you again. Two times were all it took to get him addicted.

He couldn’t stop anymore - and it hurt him much more than he would like to admit. He felt that he was being used, even though he let you do it (and he enjoyed it every time, not gonna lie). He felt worthless, he felt angry at himself because he couldn’t stop and because you were so, so fucking stupid, so fucking blind, he felt sad because he watched as your friendship started to slowly die down, and now he feels jealous and guilty because he’s been seeing how Taehyung likes you - how Taehyung even asked him advice to ask you out - and he didn’t stop fucking you anyway.

That day at Joy’s house? It was ridiculous. Jungkook still doesn’t understand what the fuck happened to him, why he felt so angry. Perhaps he was finally getting tired of how dumb you are, how you can’t see what’s right in front of your face.

Just thinking about you hurts now. And Jungkook thinks about you a lot. There he is, surrounded by his friends, where he should be talking and having fun, but he’s too busy thinking about you. In two days he’ll start working for Mr. Choi, his first real job. He should be thinking about it. Not about you.

He can’t stop thinking about your flustered face.

You don’t look flustered that often. Especially not around him.

He thinks this is very intriguing.

What hurt him the most in all this - the thing that made him feel like a piece of shit more than anything - is that he knows you too damn well and he knew that it was never special to you. To you it was just sex, it was just fun; whenever your lips touched you never felt like you were being swept off your feet like he did, whenever you touched him you didn’t feel like just then, in that moment, everything was right - as if the Universe was only created for that specific moment to happen, as if the Universe was expectantly waiting for the moment his fingers ran on your skin freely since the very beginning.

He never felt like this with anyone else. No other pussy has ever made him feel this poetic.

The fact that Jungkook knew you didn’t feel the same was exactly why he couldn’t stop; this would be the closest he’d ever be from you in that sense - and honestly, after he tasted you, he didn’t want to go back to stage one. You were like a drug. You brought him comfort, you brought him bliss. Having sex with you became somehow of a escapist method. But, just like every drug, you started to make him feel sick… so sick that he couldn’t stand to be around you when you weren’t fucking.

He drifted away.

God, he even stupidly tried to move on, but Joy was a foolish try. Jungkook felt bad for using her like this - even though he never even kissed her, he felt that he was fooling her anyway. Going on that date with Joy made everything worse, because he was with that gorgeous, intelligent and lovely girl, but he couldn’t feel anything but fucking empty.

He also realized that you couldn’t be his drug anymore. You deserved much more than that. That’s why he drove all the way to your apartment like a magnet. He preferred to go back to stage one if necessary, if it meant that he could be around you without feeling like a worthless piece of shit anymore.

Of course - things didn’t work out that way.

But that morning- it was different.

Jungkook has to sip more of his beer just thinking about it.

It was different.

It was… quiet, very quiet. Much more quieter than he was used to. And much closer than he ever remembered.

All the times he had sex with you - his body was being pleased, but his soul felt hurt. This time, though, he felt that his whole self was being healed. You didn’t feel like a drug. You felt like a cure.

As if you were connected in somehow of a deeper way.

As if this time, it wasn’t one-sided on his part.

Jungkook can’t stop thinking about it. His pessimistic side tried to convince him that he was being delusional or dramatic (he has this tendency to overthink anyways) and maybe he was, but, again… you don’t usually act flustered, especially not around him. And you’ve been looking flustered around him for quite some now, even before that morning. Sure, your friendship became uncomfortable at some point and he realized that none of you knew how to act around each other anymore, but still…

What about that time you saw a picture of Yeri on his computer?

You looked very, very awkward.

Or how you sometimes seemed bothered when Joy was around. You teased him a lot at that pool party. Jungkook knew you could get kinda kinky sometimes (he knew you liked the thrill of possibly being caught), but that felt like too much even for you.

His pessimistic side once again tried to convince him that he was seeing things. You wouldn’t be acting jealous. You were never jealous of him with any girl. Never. You even encouraged him to be with Joy, right?

What if… what if maybe, just maybe…?

Stop getting your hopes too high, his pessimistic side scolded. You look stupid.

I’ve been looking stupid for a goddamn long time, Jungkook thinks back. His pessimistic side looks back at him with disdain.

Jungkook frowns and looks at the bottle of beer on his hand. This is just regular beer, right? He surely isn’t so drunk that he’s already arguing with himself.

I should probably go home.

Or…

He could go to your home.

You wanted to talk to him earlier today. You looked very hesitant - again, very uncharacteristic of you. It felt like it was something important. Perhaps you wouldn’t mind if he knocked on your door unannounced - wait, you never cared. At least when your relationship didn’t involve rough sex. I mean- you didn’t mind not even when you started fucking, to be honest.

Why do I feel so nervous? I’ve never felt nervous over such a stupid thing. I mean, she’s the same dumbass I’ve known my whole life.

You’re probably home doing nothing. That’s also very uncharacteristic of you. Normal you would be at some club or party right now, celebrating the end of the semester. Normal you would probably have tried to drag him along. Or you’d meet some time during the night when you’re both too drunk to be standing and then you’d end up at 5am at the usual Burger King because you’re both hungry, and the Burger King employees would be staring at you both with anger and disgust because you’re both laughing like stupid and talking too loud and they’ve been up all night and can’t stand two drunk costumers this early in the morning.

It sounds nice.

Jungkook remembers that Seulgi and Irene made up, which means that Seulgi most definitely isn’t home.

Which means you positively are home alone.

Home alone, huh.

Jungkook sips more beer.

This sounds nicer.

But, hey, it’s not like he’s being dirty minded (well, at least not entirely). He really wants to know what you wanted to talk about - and suddenly, he doesn’t feel like waiting until tomorrow. Maybe it’s the alcohol (maybe he really shouldn’t finish this beer), but he wants to see your face a lot right now. Your flustered face. And he kinda feels like holding your face with both hands and kissing you very slowly. And he kinda feels like going very very deep inside of-

You know what? Fuck it.

Jungkook puts the bottle over the table and is ready to get up. His excuse is ready. Nobody’s gonna think it’s strange anyway - Jungkook has actual stuff to do.

But he doesn’t have the chance to move when he notices a person approaching the tables where he’s sat.

He freezes.

It’s you.

You’re looking down at your phone before you lift your head and see the group of familiar faces a few meters away from you. You’re alone.

Jungkook’s heart starts to beat furiously inside his chest. A smile unconsciously increases on his lips. What are you doing here? He didn’t know you’d come. He’s also sure that he didn’t tell you which bar he would come to earlier today. Adrenaline rushes through his veins as a hundred ideas run on his mind in those few seconds; did you feel the need to see him as much as he wanted to see you? Did you have the same idea as him? Were you so eager to see him that you couldn’t wait until tomorrow-?

Your eyes finally cross his.

That’s when Jungkook notices something isn’t right.

You look surprised, then a second later you frown, then you slowly widen your eyes.

He knows you too damn well.

You didn’t know he’d be there, too. You’re surprised to see him. And it looks… it looks like you didn’t want to see Jungkook there.

“Y/N!”

A loud, excited, familiar male voice bursts out.

Jungkook watches frozen in place as Taehyung gets up in a swift movement, holds your face with both hands and kisses you.

Taehyung’s lips are warm against yours. They taste like toothpaste and beer.

The kiss is very brief. Taehyung breaks it alway soon, but still holds your face with his hands. He’s smiling widely.

“You're late, missy!" He says happily.

You're frozen in place.

This isn't happening.

"I-" you stutter. It seems that your brain went into complete malfunction. "I, uhm…"

Your eyes travel back to Jungkook.

He's just watching. Not moving a muscle. No.

No no no no no no.

This can't be happening.

Jungkook wasn't supposed to be here. You thought- you thought he was going to celebrate with his classmates, you didn't expect Taehyung would be here too. No, no. Just no.

You see the exact moment his features get as hard as stone. The way he clenches his jaw tight.

You can't breathe.

When you texted Taehyung earlier, you didn’t really like that he told you to meet him at a bar. A bar wasn’t the right place to have this type of conversation - you also felt bad that you’d probably ruin his end-of-semester celebrations - but you agreed anyway because you desperately needed to make things clear with Taehyung before you had that talk with Jungkook. You decided to do this because Jungkook was honest and fair with Joy; you needed to do the same. You left the worst of the impressions when you let Taehyung kiss you that day. You needed to tell him the truth, or else he’d just suffer more - and you couldn’t be a bitch enough to just dump him by text.

But fuck - you didn’t expect Taehyung would fucking kiss you in front of everyone the moment he saw you!

With the corner of your eye, you see Jimin looking from you to Taehyung to Jungkook very fast, his face going pale as he realizes what just happened. No one else notices that something’s wrong.

Jungkook breaks eye contact with you and gets up from his chair. Jimin looks at him, helpless. You know that expression. He’s angry and- and-

Hurt.

You step away from Taehyung, trying to get control over your body again. It feels like pure frost has filled your veins. “T-Taehyung, I…” Your mouth is very dry again. You clear your throat. “C-Can we talk somewhere else?”

You suddenly hate how oblivious Taehyung is and how touchy he is because it’s clear that he’s moving his arm to hold your hand. What the fuck?! We just kissed once, it’s not like we’re dating!

“Sure. Do you wanna get inside? Wanna get a drink?” He asks with the same happy smile.

You’re trying to think of something to say, but again, someone else behind him gets your attention.

“You’re going this early, Jungkook?” Hoseok whines, oblivious to the whole situation. Jungkook is putting his backpack over his shoulder. He’s looking down, jaw still very tight. Not a word said - yet you could see exactly how hurt he was.

“Yeah. I have a lot to do.” He simply says.

“Aw, come on, man!” Taehyung encourages. “You can stay a little longer!”

If Taehyung was a little less oblivious, he would have noticed the death glare sent in his direction.

“I can’t.”

A shiver crawls over your entire body as the death glare is now directed to you.

He’s so, so hurt.

Jungkook’s walking away.

Stop! You want to scream. You got it all wrong! Don’t go!

But you don’t have the chance to stop him, and Jungkook doesn’t have the chance to walk away, and Taehyung doesn’t have the chance to understand what’s going on.

Everyone turns their heads when they hear a boisterous, scandalous laughter, and the sound of someone clapping their hands dramatically.

Now you’re sure that your veins are frosted. You shiver again - yet this time, it’s pure fear.

It’s Mike.

A very, very drunk Mike.

He looks the worst you’ve ever seen him; his clothes are a mess, his hair has grown a lot, and he hasn’t been shaving lately. His eyes are widened, red and maniac. He stumbles as he walks closer, everyone on the table - and the people on the tables around - stopping to look as he still claps ironically.

“Oh, look at what we have here!” he’s loud. Very loud. “So interesting!”

You notice that Jungkook isn’t walking away anymore - in fact, he comes back a few steps, standing closer to you. His body language has changed. Jimin has also gotten up; it seems that Taehyung might be starting to understand what’s going on.

“This is the funniest shit I’ve seen in a looooong time,” Mike continues. God, he’s drooling. This isn’t happening. That’s not possible.

You watch as some guys come closer to Mike and recognize them as his friends. One of them holds Mike’s arm. “Come on, man. Don’t start a scene. It’s not worth it.” He says in a rather low voice, but you can still hear it.

Mike gets off his grip aggressively. “What do you mean? Of course it’s worth it!” Mike looks at you and grins like a madman. You feel another shiver run down your spine. “Hello, Y/N! It’s been a long time! How have you been?!”

“Your friend’s right.” Jungkook speaks up. “Get out of here.”

“Ooooooh,” Mike shakes his hands as if pretending to be scared. “Look who’s here, too! It’s the bestie! Jeon Jungkook, the best friend your girlfriend could ever have!”

Pretty much everyone on the outside part of the bar is paying attention to what’s going on. They whisper between themselves, looking at Mike, you and Jungkook. You feel so embarrassed that you might as well faint. You feel that you should have said something already, but your brain is still malfunctioning.

“Jeon Jungkook, the friend that will want to fuck your girl so bad, but he won’t because he’s a coward!” Mike screams and laughs like a maniac.

Jungkook steps up closer to Mike in a brusque movement, but Jimin’s fast enough to hold him back. At this point, all of his friends have already gotten up from the table, wanting to stop Jungkook from doing anything.

“Shut up, Mike! Let’s go!” Mike’s friends try to stop him as well, trying to drag him away, but even though he’s drunk, he’s still strong enough to stay in place.

“You think I didn’t know, huh, Jungkookie? You think I didn’t know that whenever I was balls deep inside of Y/N you wish it was you? You always wanted to make her scream like a bitch the way I did!”

At this moment, the fear and shame are overwhelmed by anger. Without realizing, you are the one stepping closer, you are the person who Taehyung has to grab the arm in order to stop. “Shut the fuck up, you son of a bitch!” You hear yourself yelling.

People on the tables around have gotten up - the noise of many chairs scraping the floor getting louder than the worried voices of the people trying to get away from this mess. You hear someone - a guard from the bar, maybe - threatening to call the police, but you can’t pay attention to him.

“Oh, but that’s exactly what you are! A whore!” Mike yells back. “You got so sad that I cheated on you, but haven’t you been doing the same to me?! You think I didn’t see you two inside the car that night?!”

That night… in the car…

Did he... ?

You freeze again when you see Mike pointing at Taehyung.

“Hm, you’re Taehyung, right? Are you dating her now? Well, be aware of her best friend right here, unless you like sharing your girl! But Jungkook likes leftovers, right, Jungk-?”

He doesn’t finish the sentence.

Jimin isn’t strong enough to stop Jungkook from jumping over and landing a punch on Mike’s nose.

There’s yelling and the sound of tables turning as a whole lot of men try to stop the fight and glasses breaking and Jungkook screaming incomprehensible things as he holds Mike’s collar and punches once, twice, three times, and then Mike’s mouth and nose are bleeding, and Jimin, Hoseok and Taehyung are trying to get Jungkook off Mike but it seems that not even the three would be enough to stop him.

You’ve never seen Jungkook so mad. It scares you because Mike is too drunk and can’t defend himself - but you’re not scared for Mike, that fucker can die -, you’re scared of what might happen to Jungkook.

So, when Jimin and the others drag Jungkook away as he still tries to free himself violently, you somehow squeeze yourself between them to hold Jungkook’s arm.

“Jungkook, stop!”

The black-haired man looks at you, his eyes red with rage in a way you’ve never seen before.

You didn’t notice that, in your despair, your eyes filled with tears. This is probably what makes Jungkook stop for a moment.

“Enough! I called the police! Everyone out of the bar!”

A siren can be heard from far.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here!” Jimin yells.

Another mess as everyone grabs their things and to try and run out of the bar - even the people that weren’t involved. You see that Mike hasn’t fainted as his friends grab him out of the bar in a rush.

Jungkook has to get out of here, it’s the only thing on your mind. Jungkook thinks the same apparently, because he’s quick to take his bag from the floor and jump over the bar’s fence to the sidewalk. You assumed that he didn’t drive his way here because he knew he would drink - which means he had to run.

Your only instinct is to follow him.

You jump over the fence too, much more clumsily than him. Jungkook is already running down the street.

As you’re about to follow him, you hear someone call your name.

It’s Taehyung.

He’s standing on the sidewalk as customers run out of the bar. And the look on his face crushes your heart.

I am the worst person in the world.

“Y/N, what he said… is it- is it true?” He asks quietly.

You open your mouth as if to say something, but nothing coherent comes out of it. The guilt rushes with adrenaline through your veins. You knew he would be hurt, but it wasn’t supposed to happen this way. It wasn’t.

“I-I’m sorry, Taehyung,” is the only thing you can stutter.

You don’t see what face he makes next - both because you can’t take it, and because you’re already turning around and running down the street after Jungkook.

Jungkook is the only thing on your mind.

You can’t let him go away like this.

You run through the busy streets full of bars. As usual, they’re crowded with people. Some of them look at you running like crazy when you pass by, but you can’t stop running because you can still hear the sirens.

Jungkook has some damn long legs. He runs much faster than you and doesn’t even look back. You can barely breathe and your stomach hurts as you unsuccessfully try to catch up to him. You keep running and running and running until you’re on less busier streets, until the bars are left behind and now you’re on a more residential part of the neighbourhood. As Jungkook crosses an almost empty square, you decided that your body can’t take it anymore. You stop gradually, feeling your entire body scream in pain.

“Jungk- Jungkook!” you yell.

The black-haired man finally looks behind his back and sees you; he widens his eyes in surprise and stops.

“Why are you-?”

He doesn’t have the time to finish his sentence as the sound of the sirens get closer. You immediately start to run again and this time - instead of running in front of you - Jungkook waits until you get closer to grab your hand, forcing you to run faster. You two cross the square and run into a stair alley with houses on both sides. It’s quiet here. Jungkook crouches down behind a big trash bin, making you crouch down as well.

You both make as much silence as possible (considering you’re both panting heavily), both sweating, and wait until the sounds and lights of the police siren go away.

After maybe five minutes Jungkook gets up again, dropping his backpack on the floor. He cleans the sweat on his forehead with the sleeve of his shirt; you rest your hands on your legs, trying to recover your breath. Your stomach hurts as if it has been stabbed. Maybe I should start working out.

You notice that Jungkook’s right hand is hurt; his knuckles are swollen and bleeding a little. He frowns in pain as he analyzes it. “You- you’re hurt.” you stupidly stutter. Jungkook shakes his head.

“It’s nothing.” He says in a low voice. “I said I would beat him up if I saw him…”

Out of instinct you step closer to him, worried, and lift your hands to hold his swollen one.

But Jungkook steps back before you can even touch him. He literally flinched away from you.

It feels like an arrow has just buried itself in your heart.

He’s not looking at you.

“Jungkook-”

“No.” He shakes his head again. He’s breathing heavily as if trying to calm himself down. “Don’t… don’t say anything. Please.”

It’s getting so difficult to breathe. Jungkook puts his hands on each side of his waist, staring at something on the floor - clearly avoiding your pleading gaze.

“But Jungkook, I… you didn’t…” why the hell can’t you speak a coherent sentence anymore? That’s why you followed him all the way. You must make things clear, but seeing his face right now makes you hesitate. Jungkook looks genuinely angry; you’ve never seen him like this, ever.

He throws his head back, looking at the sky, and lets a very dry chuckle past his lips. His expression tells you everything you need to know - he’s tipsy, not entirely drunk.

“You know, I don’t even understand why I’m angry.” You’re not sure if he’s talking to you or to himself. “There was never anything real happening, right? We were never real.”

You feel yourself choking on your own words. What does he mean?

“Jungkook, you have to listen to me. I just wanted to talk to Taehyung-”

“You don’t need to explain yourself, Y/N!” He interrupts and finally gazes you back with bloodshot eyes. “We’re fuck buddies, right? It’s just for fun, right? No real feelings involved. It’s not like we’re supposed to care.”

Tears start to make your sight blurred. Each word of his sound more and more bitter, more sad, more hurt, and it feels like someone has buried the arrow in your heart deeper when you realize that his eyes are getting teary, too.

“Stop saying that. You know it’s not true. You’re the person I care about the most in this world-”

“If you start saying how I’m your best friend I’m leaving you right now.”

You frown and blink, trying to dissipate the tears. “B-But it’s true-”

“For fuck’s sake, Y/N! I’m in love with you! Stop acting like you don’t know that already!”

It feels like your brain and your limbs and your lungs stopped working all at once.

Did he… did he just…?

Jungkook exhales heavily. He looks so tired. He rests his back against the wall in front of you, once again avoiding your gaze.

Something tells you that this should have been a happy moment. Deep down, you feel the pure bliss and excitement and it feels like your heart will combust - because you finally heard the words you wanted to hear the most coming directly from his mouth, you finally understood everything; he felt the same, the fucking same.

Yet, all the happiness is being overwhelmed by worry.

You’re watching him intently. You know the man in front of you better than you know yourself. You’ve never seen this expression before - this mix of anger and hurt have never been directed towards you. You’re scared because you don’t know what it implies.

It’s his breaking point.

He might be giving up on you right now.

You don’t know what to say. For a long moment, you just stare at him as he tries to calm himself down - always avoiding your gaze. It seems that words won’t come out of your mouth no matter how hard you try.

“Since when?” is the only thing you can whisper after a long time.

Jungkook shakes his head and lets yet another lifeless chuckle. “I don’t know.” He says in a low, broken voice.

Your fingers are shaking as you close your hands in tight fists. He needs to hear the truth.

“Jungkook.” Yet again, you hesitantly step closer. Your voice is fragile, pleading. “You got it all wrong. Please, you have to listen to me. Today, I-”

“Yeah, I know I got it all wrong from the start.” He interrupts you again. Shut up!, you want to scream. Let me fucking speak!

However, you can’t speak anymore when you notice the tears dripping down his face.

Jungkook is crying.

It’s your fault.

He passes both hands over his face as quickly as the first tears started to fall and sighs heavily. He takes his bag from the floor and shoves it over his shoulder again, turning around before you can see his face again, before you have the chance to say anything.

“I’m going home. You should go home, too.”

And he starts to walk down the stairs way too fast.

Your body is moving before your mind registers and you try to catch up to him. “Jungkook, wait-”

“Don’t.”

Is the only thing he says without looking back.

This makes you stop.

You watch, frozen in place, as he walks down the stairs. You keep your eyes on him as he crosses the empty square again. He’s almost running.

He wants to get away from you as soon as possible.

You know Jungkook too well. You know that, even if you followed him, even if you insisted, he wouldn’t want to hear you anyway. He’d probably despise you even more. This is what made you freeze.

You suddenly feel your legs get weak and sit down on the stair steps. Not only your legs, actually. All of your limbs feel heavy.

You don’t remember the last time you cried like this. The unstoppable tears just coming and coming and the sobs barely let you breathe.

You’re crying because you’re ashamed of what just happened at the bar - how Mike made you feel humiliated in front of all those people. You’re guilty because you weren’t honest with Taehyung and now there’s no way back - you let him believe in whatever he wanted to believe instead of making things clear, and now he’s hurt.

And the worst of all.

You’ve been hurting Jungkook so bad for so long without realizing. You hurt the person you cared about the most.

All of it is your fault.

God, it hurts so much.

You know Jungkook too well. He’s the person that has been always there with you for better or for worse. You always knew you’d have each other’s backs no matter what happens; he’s a part of you, the most important, most precious part of you.

This time, you genuinely don’t know what will happen from now on.

This time... you don’t know if Jungkook will ever forgive you.

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hannie-dul-set · 3 years

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MISSED TIMINGS | l.ty

PAIRING. ex! lee taeyong x reader GENRE. post breakup! au (like a month or so), college! au, angst jdfj very bittersweet oops WARNINGS. swearing WORD COUNT. 887 PROMPT(S). “do i look like i’ve moved on?”

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Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck, come on, come on!

There was both panic and impatience writhing in your gut, only able to be relieved by a means of escape from the area and anywhere near it. Basically you needed to run away as far as possible and as soon as possible, but your only means of doing that was catching a ride on one of the taxis passing by, signalled by the headlights that lit up the dark streets every so often.

You hailed the yellow vehicle approaching. It completely ran past you.

“Goddammit.”

A croaky grumble sounded in your throat, and you stomped your feet against the concrete sidewalk in frustration. It didn’t help that you left the restaurant with an empty stomach— but that was something you could not help. After all, you almost bumped into the sole reason why you were running away in the first place. You scoffed, shoving your hands into your coat with a frown. This was ridiculous.

It was as if the world was trying to string you and your ex together in the same crowded enclosure, three times in a single day. First it was the bookstore, next was the park festival. And just earlier you nearly bumped heads into him at the fast food establishment. He wouldn’t let you go even after cutting all ties with him, unconsciously so.

Another taxi passed by, but once again you were left with false hope because it was occupied. You let out a sigh.

“You didn’t tell me you came back.”

It was like the blood that was supposed to rush underneath your skin froze altogether. You slowly turned around to face the owner of the hauntingly familiar voice, and there you saw Lee Taeyong— barely lit up underneath the dim street light, yet that was enough to squeeze your chest in a way that made memories flash by in a single instant. You stifled out a cough.

“Actually I, uh— I didn’t tell anyone,” you sputtered out. “Surprise? You know.”

“Ah...”

Closure was important in patching up wounds inflicted by a breakup, like closing the end of a rope with a tight knot. And it was something yours didn’t have, leaving the knot not only untied, but completely frayed. Taeyong’s eyes were down the concrete, sucking in a deep breath as he stood on the balls of his feet before dropping back down. He pressed his lips together before speaking. A single car sped by.

“How…have you been?”

“Same old,” you hummed. “Been pretty busy nowadays. I came back to get some papers from uni. Was missing some requirements.”

Taeyong nodded, the tightness of his chest slipping through the way he looked at you with his large, glassy eyes. You chose to ignore that. It was best to ignore that.

“And you?”

Your question weighed like an insult, but it wasn’t like you were faring any better. It wasn’t reflected by his black bucket hat that covered up the mess of hair underneath, the wrinkles folding his paint stained black jacket, but the heavy bags underneath his eyes told the tale that he had spent a few too many sleepless.

“You look like you’re doing good,” you managed a thin smile, inhaling sharply. “It’s good to see that you’ve moved on. I’m happy for you.”

The streetlight flickered.

“Do I look like I’ve moved on?”

You heard a taxi passed by. You missed the timing to raise an arm.

“W-well— that’s because I have! Yeah, I actually— actually went to eat dinner with Minjee earlier, so—” he shuffled around in the same spot, flashing a close eyed smile that threatened to flicker away in any second. Taeyong couldn’t find your eyes despite standing in front of him. You couldn’t, too. “I’m sure you’ve moved on, as well.”

“Yeah...”

The busy street turned silent. Maybe it wasn’t long until a cab would pass by.

“You still keep labels on your paint and drinking water, right?” you asked, attempting to fill the suffocating silence. He couldn’t help but laugh at that.

“Of course. It became customary when you wouldn’t stop scolding after that incident.”

And the irony came from the comfort settling in when the past was brought up, in the form of your matching, hollowed out laughter. You heard a car nearing, the street brightening once again, and you turned around. Finally.

“I thought you were saving up for a car.”

“It’s better for the environment to commute,” the corners of your lips were tugged upwards— a little fuller this time— just as you placed your hand on the handle. The light hitting the back of his head looked like fluorescent halo, making him look a little further away. You swung the taxi door open. “A—anyway, it’s nice to see you again ‘Yong.”

“You too.”

The last thing you saw before finally entering the vehicle, on your way back to the other side of town, was the look on his face— slightly smiling, slightly regretful, but you couldn’t trust what you saw with your own eyes when your heart was in control. And yet you held on to it, because maybe that was the last memory you’d ever hold of him.

Until the world would string you together again, but there was a chance that this was the world’s last thread.

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smutsonian · 3 years

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Hi lovee!!!

Can you write dark!steve rogers x reader , where reader cheats on him like something and decide to breakup with steve but stevie is not letting her go....😈😈😈

dark!steve with ‘cheating’ reader

warnings: dark fic, dark!steve, SMUT, NONCON, obsession, possessiveness, stalking, degradation, pain kink?, a lil bit of man handling, not proofread

word count: 1k

an: i hella changed something because i don’t like writing about cheating especially from the reader’s part ehehe hope this is okaay... tell me if i fucked something up.

kinda just testing the headcanon thingy so my bad if it sucks

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- It wouldn’t actually be cheating but in dark steve’s mind, it is.

- He’s going to be very furious when he’s out ‘watching’ you from your windows or maybe the hidden cameras he managed to put all over your home.

- He’ll be watching through the screen, watching every move as the stranger’s hands move all over your body. The body that Steve owns. The body that should be touched only by Steve’s hands.

- Steve’s blood will be pumping with anger as your lips touch the other man’s mouth and Steve would probably burst when you let this man’s cock inside you.

- Steve will only watch your face for your reactions. He’ll be so smug because he’ll be able to see how hard the stranger is trying but it will still not be enough for you. His girl is needy and only he can satisfy her.

- Steve will scoff at the stranger’s proud look after you fake an orgasm. Steve will despise how the man would cuddle you into his arms. He should be the one doing that. How dare you even find comfort in another man’s touch?

- Steve will smile at the screen when you deny the stranger his cuddles and Steve couldn’t be any prouder when you kicked the stranger out, only assuring the stranger that it’s only a one-time thing.

- You’d be so confused and sad when your best friend seems to be ignoring you but you keep reminding yourself that he’s probably busy. Being Captain America will take up a lot of your time. But that never stopped Steve from talking to you... So why now?

- But you’d be so glad and relieved when he texts you.

- Come over.

- It’s a simple text but it nerved you. It wasn’t his usual texts and given that you haven’t talked for a while, the text just seemed ominous.

- But you followed his instruction, too eager to reconnect with your best friend. Is he alright? Did a mission go wrong? Was he injured?

- You’d be knocking on his door but no one will answer. Your nerves will only become worse and the door being unlocked will bother you even more.

- “Steve?” You’ll look around the house, slightly freaking out at how empty and silent the house is. You know that nobody knows about this place. Steve wanted privacy and he told you that he wasn’t getting any of that at the tower so he got this one. You were really honored to be the only one Steve told about the secret house but why does that thought bother you now?

- You’re not getting any response so you started to think that maybe he’s meant to be at the tower. Was he asking you to go to the tower?

- Before you could even leave the eerie house, your body gets attacked by a big man, covering your mouth with a huge hand and dragging you back while the other hand is wrapped around your torso, preventing you from getting away.

- You only tire yourself out from moving around his hold too much and in no time, you’re panting against his hold, body limp from all the exerted effort.

- You didn’t know what to feel when the familiar voice of your best friend started shushing you and comforting you.

- “It’s alright, doll. I’m right here... You can calm down now...” Steve’s voice would be so sweet but it did nothing but unnerve you.

- “S-Steve? W-What the f-fuck?!” You can’t even bring yourself to sound mad because all you are right now is terrified.

- Steve would just chuckle bitterly before his grip on you tightens, he seems to be cuddling you but the force of his hold only makes breathing harder for you.

- “How can you not see?” He’d ask, voice filled with hurt and disappointment.

- “You’ve been looking for me. I’ve been watching you. You can’t even go a few weeks without seeing me so why do you seek love and comfort from someone else? Are you just unaware or do you enjoy hurting me? Yourself?” Steve’s calm tone turned aggressive and he easily manipulated your body so you’re lying on a bed on your back while he straddles you, face filled with anger.

- “You enjoy hurting the both of us? Is that it?” He’d be grabbing your face, shaking it violently as if it will make you realize where he’s coming from.

- “If you want to hurt, you could’ve just asked me, princess...” His hands would be running all over your body smoothly but then it gets harsher.

- “But you don’t want to be treated like a princess right now, do you? You wanna be a slut? I’ll fucking make you my slut!” His rough hands will easily tear your clothes apart as harshly as he could, not caring about how the cloth may hurt your skin.

- “You want to hurt? I’ll hurt you. You just gotta ask nicely...” He chuckles before forcing a kiss on your lips, easily securing your wrists with a big hand.

- “I’ll hurt you real good, you’d be begging for more...” He’d waste no time, he’s already out of his clothes and he’d force his cock into your hole, not wet enough for his big cock.

- You’d cry into his mouth and he’ll use his free hand to soothe your hair comfortingly before rutting into you with vigor.

- “I’d give everything to you... You just have to ask. for. it.” He says each word with a harsh thrust as if it’ll make his words clearer. And it does.

- Your cries will start to turn into moans and that’ll just make Steve motivated and proud of himself and he’ll be crying as well when your walls start to suffocate his greedy cock.

- He’d take you over and over again, groaning every time your walls would clamp shut around him, forcing him to cum as well.

- He’d be panting over your breathless body, smiling genuinely at you with that familiar friendly look, eyes filled with love that would make any woman swoon.

- “I’d happily treat you like a slut if you want to but you need to remember that you’re my slut. Nobody else’s.”

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a/n: now excuse me while i try to do some college stuff :’) alsoo the formatting with hwadcanons just fucks me up. It never works well with me and i have to edit a bunch of times and my lazy ass could NEVER.

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fromthedeskofelizabeththird · 3 years

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Habanero

You're a good girl, well behaved.

Absolutely not the type to rail random guys in nightclubs.

Until you are.

Fandom: BNHA

Pairing: Aizawa x Reader, eventual polyamorous Erasermic x Reader

Rating: Explicit. Minors BE GONE

Trigger Warnings: None in this chapter.

AO3: Here | Want to support me? I have a Kofi

Chapter: 1/16 (all chapters)

“Oh my g-“ You whined, tightening your grip on the sink. “Harder, I’m gonna…”

You caught your reflection in the bathroom mirror as you came undone; took in your smudged makeup and disheveled hair.

Pleasure rippled through you and you moaned into it, pushing yourself back onto the stranger’s dick and taking as much of him in as humanly possible. You could feel every inch of him and he groaned at the feel of you tightening around him.

“Oh f-“ You murmured, holding onto the sink and grinding yourself against your lover in time to the spasms of your body.

You were so overwhelmed by the sensation that you lost all coherency, body acting of its own accord. Your lover sucked in a single breath as he continued to fuck you and you could do little else but stare at your shoes.

You were doing this.

You were doing him . In a bathroom, no less.

How on earth had you gotten yourself into this situation?

━

Whenever you looked back over the course of your life, one detail stood out far more prominently than the others.

You were a good girl.

You had never broken the law, had always adhered to the proper dress code, had never had a filling or broken a bone. You could, and very often did, define yourself by the roads you had never dreamed of taking and the decisions you had never made.

Never was it more obvious than the day you suffered your first real heartbreak.

You had followed the rules carefully; had dressed respectably for every date; had taken care to listen to your boyfriend’s every problem. You’d learned to cook his favorite meal; had faked more orgasms than you could count to feed his ego.

You were sure you would marry that man and had mentally mapped out your next five years. You would have a simple ceremony and a child one year later, then another two years after the first. You’d named them in your imagination and frequently lapsed into daydreams about your future perfect life.

On your fifth anniversary he took you to dinner and you could barely hide your excitement. You knew he had been keeping something from you and you were so sure he was going to propose. You put on your best dress and favourite heels and spent an hour on your makeup and hair. This night was going to be perfect and your stomach fluttered as he reached for your hands across the table.

“(Name),” he said, squeezing your hands in his, “I’ve been thinking about our future.”

“Me too,” you said, squeezing back, willing yourself to hold it together. You wanted this moment to be so perfect and romantic that you would repeat it over and over to your future children and grandchildren. “I’m so happy we’re on the same page.”

“It’s been on my mind for a long time,” he said, smiling softly. “I’ve enjoyed all of our time together, but I think we need to move forwards.”

All you could think about was your future children; the length of their eyelashes and warmth of their hugs. You could almost smell the flowers in your wedding bouquet.

“I just...I think we’ve had a lot of fun together,” he said, “but I’m scared that if we stay like this we’ll fall into a rut. I don’t want to be married with a bunch of kids before I’m forty.”

And just like that, your stomach fell through the floor.

“Wait, w-what are you talking about?”

You snatched your hands from his, heart racing. Was this some sort of joke? You had shopped together for a new mattress only two days before. You glanced around the restaurant, looking for cameras or any sign that this was staged. If it was a prank, it was cruel.

“(Name), it’s not that I don’t love you, it’s just that, well… you’re like...how do I put this…”

He scratched his chin, searching for the right thing to say, even as your eyes filled with tears.

“You’re vanilla,” he said, “you’re safe, and sweet… but we’re still young and I keep thinking that I might want to try habanero or cayenne.”

“You think I’m...boring?” the words left your lips as a whisper and, while his reaction was to instantly reach out to you and apologise, the damage was already done.

“I can be habanero,” you said before you realised it. “I can be whatever you want me to be.”

“I know,” he said, “and that’s the problem.”

━

That night you stood in your shower for almost three quarters of an hour, staring into space as the water soaked you through.

His words circled your brain like vultures.

Vanilla.

He thought you were vanilla. Perhaps the worst part was that you could not disagree.

It haunted your every action for the following week. All you saw when you got ready for work was your simple wardrobe and comfortable shoes.

You were a good girl, mild mannered and meek, and everyone seemed to have noticed before you.

Shock made way for despair. Despair turned to denial and denial quickly turned to anger. You hated your ex boyfriend almost as much as you hated yourself, scouring your apartment for everything he had ever touched.

It didn’t take long for your friends to get worried about you. Normally you were all too busy to constantly check in on the group chat you shared, but since the breakup everyone had something to say.

However kind they might have been to spare your feelings, they genuinely did seem surprised that you had broken up. You had been a couple since your college graduation and one of the only constants in the past few years as everyone’s lives took different directions.

As was to be expected, your friends had multiple different opinions on suitable coping mechanisms. Yuiko came over with food; Hana brought wine. Sayaka called you every evening to trash talk your ex.

Then there was Rei.

Rei was the most boisterous member of your friend group, full to the brim with the kind of self confidence that was obnoxious on other people, yet suited her perfectly. Her reaction to the breakup was not to hand you tissues. She posted exactly one message to the group chat and it had haunted you ever since.

To get over one dude… you gotta get under another ;)

You had known Rei for years and never once taken her advice, but something about that statement stuck with you. You would never have come up with such an idea on your own and it left you blushing a bright scarlet. Rebound sex was not something girls like you did, which was exactly why you had to do it.

“I’ll show you vanilla,” you muttered as you put on another layer of red lipstick and pulled your dress just a little lower to tease the lace of your bra.

━

You met up with your friends at Ego , a nightclub you had heard a great deal about, though never actually gone to. You had never had any reason to; you already had a long term partner and didn’t enjoy the idea of dancing in full view of strange men.

You wondered if you’d made a mistake even as you took a seat at one of the tables.

“Any lookers?”

You glanced around the room, trying to make out faces in the darkness.

“I…” you said. “I…”

You swallowed hard, feeling more than a little overwhelmed.

“I’ll get the next round!”

You thought that by going to fetch another round of drinks, you would be able to catch your breath and avoid drawing copious amounts of attention to yourself. You’d never spent much time at nightclubs, though, and realised your mistake once you got within twenty feet of the bar.

Dozens of people in various states of intoxication crowded it, packed like sardines and all trying to get the attention of the bartender. You took a deep breath and took a step into the crowd, only for someone closer to the front to move and send a wave of movement through everyone else. Someone’s shoulder caught you in the chest, leaving you even further back than you had been before.

Normally you were too polite to even contemplate shoving your way through a crowd, but tonight you weren’t yourself. You took a deep breath and put your weight into your shoulders, pushing against the others as forcefully as you could without actually hurting anyone.

At first you seemed to be making progress, though you soon regretted your decisions. As you got within a few paces of the bar, a guy in front of you slipped, the numerous drinks in his hands heading for your face.

Before they could make contact, however, someone reached for your wrist and yanked you towards the bar, out of the line of fire. The drinks hit other partygoers and they cried out in shock; the glasses shattered as they hit the floor. You, however, remained untouched.

“Th-thank you,” you stammered, turning to your saviour.

He was tall and lanky, with black hair tied back from his face in a ponytail. He wore a black shirt, black pants, black shoes- a complete contrast to the Blue Hawaiian in his hand.

“Don’t mention it,” he said, looking away from you and taking an indifferent sip of his drink.

The bartender was in the middle of clearing the shattered glass from the floor and so you waited in an awkward sort of silence, finally turning back to the man who had saved you.

“You look as happy to be here as I am,” you said. He looked the type to sit in shady bars with three fingers of whisky, not dance with inebriated strangers, which Ego was better known for.

“Wasn’t my decision,” he said. “Someone’s gotta babysit.”

He pointed towards the dancefloor, where a small group of people danced along to the beat. You couldn’t make out most of their faces, except for one, and you were sure your eyes were deceiving you.

“Is that...Present Mic?”

The stranger followed your gaze, to the man with more than a passing resemblance, who was currently wiggling his hips in time to the beat.

“Him? Nah. I don’t know him.”

“But he’s waving to you,” you said, as the man who looked like Present Mic waved his arms over his head and shouted something in your general direction. You couldn’t hear him over the music and the stranger next to you pointedly turned in the opposite direction, taking a long sip of his drink.

You had been so nervous about approaching strangers. Rei had made it seem so easy- merging into a group and catching someone’s eye. You had always had a boyfriend and never possessed the easy confidence of your friends. It was strangely reassuring that speaking to this man came almost naturally.

“My name’s (Name),” you said. “Listen, you really saved me there...this dress is hand wash only.”

“Shouta,” said the stranger. “My name is Shouta.”

“C-can I get you a drink or something? I really owe you one.”

You realised after saying it that he wasn’t even halfway through the drink in his hand.

“You don’t owe me anything,” he said. “It wasn’t anything special.”

He picked the pineapple from his drink and chewed at it thoughtfully.

“Listen,” he said, “I don’t like playing games. What is it you want?”

You were tongue tied, mortified at being caught out so quickly. You fought to keep your composure.

Under ordinary circumstances, you would have stammered some sort of apology or explanation, but tonight you weren’t you and there was no point in denying that you had an ulterior motive.

“Fine,” you said, gathering your nerves. “Do you want to go somewhere more...private?”

You cringed the moment it left your lips, suddenly all too aware of how forward you were being. You couldn’t believe you’d all but thrown yourself at the first guy you saw. What was wrong with you?

He climbed down off the stool he had been sitting on, taking one final sip of his drink.

“Let’s go.”

━

And so it was that you wound up in the nightclub washroom, back against the door and Shouta’s lips on yours.

You had half-heartedly discussed with your friends what to do on the off chance you found someone. You were to post to the group chat with a photograph of you and whoever you left with. You hadn’t expected to leave with anyone, much less decided on where you would go if you did.

You would never have guessed that you would wind up in a washroom, with the door sealed shut behind you. Shouta crushed his lips against yours, one hand pressed against the door, the other on your waist.

Your heart raced, heat rushing through you and pooling in your core.

“Say,” said Shouta, lowering his hand and running a thumb over your lips, “you sure you want this? Right here, right now?”

You moved before you realised what you were doing, opening your mouth and running your tongue over his thumb, looking him dead in the eyes as you wrapped your lips around it.

He hadn’t expected it, but seemed to approve, for he smiled, pulling away and dragging you into another crushing kiss. One hand he positioned above your head; the other grabbed at your clothes, pulling down your dress to expose your bra before heading south.

He lifted your skirt, slipping his fingers into your underwear. You gasped as you felt his hand against your folds, planting your own hand against the door to brace yourself. He caught your eye, tracing a finger around your clit before slowly sinking it deep into you. You reached for his shoulders, hooking one leg around his waist and pushing your lips against his. You pulled him tighter and tighter as he pushed his finger in and out of you, dragging at his shirt and belt.

He squeezed in a second finger and you bucked your hips into his touches.

As if in response, he pulled his fingers out of you and ran them over your clit- the warmth and wetness sending pleasurable shivers down your spine. You had never felt this way before; this man was as good as a stranger, yet you wanted him so very badly. You had never felt this kind of desire before, never known how it felt to have such a growing pressure inside of you.

“Please,” you moaned into his mouth, not knowing exactly what you were begging him for. “Please—-"

“Come here,” Shouta growled, pulling you towards him and then across to the sink. You caught a glimpse of your reflection in the mirror, unkempt and wide eyed- a complete transformation from when you stepped out of the house.

You watched through the mirror as Shouta unfastened his belt and fly, lowering his pants low enough to give you a clear view of his hardened dick. He was far more muscular than his skinny physique let on, with a deep scar beneath his belly button.

You were trembling from need, squeezing your legs together to try and fill the void his fingers had left. He smirked and walked towards you, taking hold of your hips and slowly, almost torturously slowly, pushing himself into you.

He was bigger than you expected and you gasped at the feel of yourself stretching to accommodate him. He stopped in place, waiting for you to push back against him before pushing in further. At first his pace was slow, inching in only a little at a time, teasing an increasingly sensitive spot deep inside of you.

“Faster,” you whined, digging your nails into your palms at the pressure inside of you. It was overwhelming your every sense, a coil winding tighter and tighter with every touch. “Please...please…”

He slapped your ass and drove in deeper.

This new pace was faster, his hips slamming into yours with such force that it sent you barreling forwards across the sink. You clung on for dear life, taking in the wet sounds as your bodies clashed; Shouta’s groans of pleasure and exertion.

“Oh my g-“ You whined, tightening your grip on the sink. “Harder, I’m gonna…”

You caught your reflection in the bathroom mirror as you came undone; took in your smudged makeup and disheveled hair.

Pleasure rippled through you and you moaned into it, pushing yourself back onto Shouta’s dick and taking as much of him in as humanly possible. You could feel every inch of him and he groaned at the feel of you tightening around him.

“Oh f-“ You murmured, holding onto the sink and grinding yourself against him in time to the spasms of your body.

You were so overwhelmed by the sensation that you lost all coherency, body acting of its own accord. He sucked in a single breath as he continued to fuck you and you could do little else but stare at your shoes.

You were doing this.

You were doing him . In a bathroom, no less.

He gathered your hair with one hand and pulled backwards, arching your back as he fucked you even harder. He was getting close and you could tell; his thrusts were getting erratic and the hand that squeezed your hip was so tight that it left bruises later.

“(Name),” he said, raspiness of his voice betraying his desperation, “where would you like me to...cum”

He groaned and you blushed a bright red.

“In...inside me,” you murmured, the depravity of it all too clear. This was a man you didn’t know; you were risking pregnancy and worse.

In that moment, though, it only added to the appeal.

Shouta pulled you even closer, slowing right down to an almost painfully slow rhythm. He held you in place as he came and gasped for air; the heat of his breath leaving goosebumps against your skin.

You could feel him twitching inside of you, his warmth dripping from you as he pulled out.

You took a deep breath and stood up straight, Shouta letting go of you to pull up his pants. He rinsed his hands under the tap and splashed cold water on his face before grabbing a pile of paper towels.

“I’ll guard the door,” he said, motioning towards the same door he had pinned you against only a short time ago. “Knock when you’re ready.”

“Oh,” you said, watching him leave, “okay.”

For the first time all night, you were alone, the nightclub music in the background your only clue to your surroundings.

You walked towards the sink and took in your bedraggled appearance-bra on full display and cum on your thighs.

You couldn’t believe you were thinking it, but Rei was right. For the first time in weeks you weren’t thinking about the ex. For the first time in years you weren’t thinking about anything.

Habanero, you thought as you switched on the tap.

This was how it felt to be habanero.

━

6 Months Later

You were still a good girl.

That said, you no longer followed the safe roads. Not so long ago, you believed that your breakup was the end of everything, but it had actually been a new beginning.

Two months after the night at Ego , you cut your hair and quit your job. You had been there since graduation and your colleagues were more than a little desperate for you to stay. You had taken on the workload of about seven of eight people while earning only a pittance for a salary.

You had a new job now; something fresh and exciting and challenging to boot. It made you nervous, but that feeling only spurred you on.

You’d never been to UA before and it was much bigger in person. You could already tell you were going to get lost and found yourself grateful that the Principal had taken it upon himself to show you around.

“These are the first year homerooms,” he said, pointing out the doors on your left and right. “1-A and 1-B. I hope you pardon my presumptuousness, but I thought it might be useful to have you shadow one of our homeroom teachers for a couple of hours...get a feel for our curriculum and the kinds of students you’ll be working with.”

“That would be wonderful,” you said, eager to take notes.

“Wait here,” said Principal Nezu, “I’ll be right back.”

He knocked on one of the doors and stepped inside, presumably to fetch the teacher.

When he returned, it took everything in your power to stop your jaw from hitting the floor.

It was him, and he was just as shocked to see you.

“Professor Aizawa,” said Principal Nezu, “this is (Name), our new guidance counsellor.”

He glanced from you to Shouta, taking in your identical expressions.

“Oh… do you know one another?”

#aizawa x reader #eraserhead x reader #aizawa shouta #shouta aizawa #boku no hero academia #habanero

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cheezyballs7 · 3 years

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Heyyy I wanted to make a request of suna x reader angst with a breakup on it luv plss ❣️

Heyooo, I’m so excited since I finally gained the motivation to write this!!! I hope this is kinda like what you wanted! Ps. I added double angst incase a break up with the hottest man on earth isn’t enough to brake ur heart- Mk well I hope u cry real good 🥲🙃

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It was late, around 12, the middle of winter and the rain was pouring down.

At least that’s what you remembered. Lying motionless in your hospital bed, eyes barely open, you slowly remember the events of the night before...or was it? You don’t necessarily know what day it was or what year.

You could hear a strong ringing in your ear, muffled voices, sobs and a heart monitor beeping every now and then.

Occasionally footsteps would come near the door, but no one ever entered.

As you felt yourself slowly slipping away, you tried to remember what happened to you, why you're in this plain room, why no one ever comes in, how you got to this room. And it all starts on that cold day in December.

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It was a typical day, just like any other, and you and Suna were walking back to your shared apartment after college.

“Hey, Babe? My boss just texted me, I’ll have to work late today. Sorry, I know you have a performance tonight, but it’s urgent,” Suna said while texting back, who you presumed to be, his boss.

“Oh, that’s alright. You’ve come to every one of my performances so far, its ok if you miss one, right?” you replied.

“Yeah, but i love hearing you play violin,” Suna said as he grabbed your hand. “Stop, i’m not that good,” you said while blushing. “I love seeing you blush” “Rintarō!!”

After your performance it was already quite late, around 10 pm. Suna wasn’t home yet, but he had mentioned he’d be working till late. And Suna usually comes home from work at 9pm, so it was nothing too strange.

You got changed, took off your makeup, had a nice long shower then sat down by the TV and watched Netflix with some pizza you just ordered. It was now 11pm, Suna wasn’t home yet and he hadn’t even seen any of your texts.

So you called him, no answer. You call again, nothing. Three more times, no answer. Now you were worried.

What’s wrong, Rintarō always answers his phone! He’s always on his phone so he should have seen my messages by now! What’s going on-

Just then the door opens. You turn around and there stands the one and only Suna Rintarō. “Rintarō! I was so worried about you! You weren’t answering any of my call’s, why?” You questioned your boyfriend. “I was...busy,” he said slowly as if he were in deep thought.

“Oh, with what?” You pressed, “uhm, just work. A lot of people at the restaurant today,” Suna said as he walked over to you and planted a kiss on your lips. You sunk it to it, but he pulled away shortly after.

“Sorry, baby. Not right now, I’m going to have a quick shower. I’ll meet you in bed,” he said with a small smile. “Alright then love, I’ll see you in bed,” you replied with a yawn before walking off to the bedroom.

When Suna came back to bed, he was wearing a shirt. Which was strange to you because Suna has never worn a shirt to bed. Never.

“Hey, love?” You asked, “Yes?” Suna replied almost hesitantly. “Why are you wearing a shirt to bed? You never do that,” You asked Suna again before continuing. “You’re not hiding something from me, right?” You finished as you sat up on the bed and looked Suna straight in the eyes.

Suna looked away, you bit your lip. “Rintarō?” You pushed. He just continued to ignore you. “Rintarō,” you repeated now more sternly. “...I’m just feeling really cold right now so I put on a shirt, just for tonight though,” Suna replied while looking at you with a straight face. “No, you’re lying. Why,” you pressed on, especially since he lied about it the first time you asked.

“It’s not important. Go to bed,” Suna said hurriedly as he turned onto his side. “Rintarō you’re not cheating on me, are you?” You asked. You didn’t want to believe it though, since Suna has always been so loyal and good to you. “No,” Suna said after a moment of silence.

“Bullshit. Take off your shirt. I want to see for myself that you’re not covered in hickeys,” You said getting out of bed completely and staring at your boyfriend of three years lie in bed shuffling around nervously. “I can’t fucking believe you,” you spoke on the verge of tears.

“W-why? Was I not good enough? When did this start? W-was this the first time? Or is this a frequency?” You spewed out question after question as you choked back tears. At this point Suna had got out of bed and tried to hug you.

“NO! DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE TOUCH ME, please no. Just leave Rintarō,” you sobbed, after failing to hold back any more tears. “Please Y/n, listen to me-“ “No Suna, no. We’re over, please just go,” you said as you looked at him through teary eyes.

“And if you won’t I will,” you said before deciding to pack your stuff and leave instead of forcing Suna out. “No please before you leave listen to me, Y/n,” Suna said as he grabbed your hand. You pulled away and stormed over to your violin.

That’s all you needed to take for now, you could stop by again for the rest. Besides, you don’t know where you’ll go. You threw on your coat and shoes and ran out of the door. Suna didn’t even bother running after you. He knew he was in the wrong and by following you he’d only make things worse.

You, on the other hand, we’re running through the busy streets near the apartment. It was pouring down and it was quite foggy too.

You didn’t see where you were going and all of a sudden found yourself in the middle of the road. You couldn’t move as you stared up at the truck honking at you, you had enough time to move but you didn’t.

Your fate was already sealed.

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Suna had rushed to the hospital as soon as he heard you were there. Dashing through the hallways, all he needed was to find room 485 before it was too late. When he saw the room there were lots of doctors and nurses.

So Suna opened the door as fast as he could, and brust in only to see a doctor unclipping your heart monitor and one nurse standing over you. “W-what’s going on?” Suna asked nervously.

“Sir we’re going to have to ask you to leave-“ “What’s happened to Y/n,” Suna asked again as he rushed to your side and grabbed your hand. It was cold and motionless.

“You know this woman?” A nurse asked. “Yes very well, she’s my- well she was my girlfriend,” Suna said solemnly. The nurse looked at him sadly before delivering the final blow.

“I’m sorry for your loss, sir,”

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dizzyingflicker · 3 years

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frigid air (fic commentary)

literally no one asked for this but hello! hi! if you didn’t know, i wrote a 11 chapter fic called ‘frigid air’ a few weeks back. the fic started as jayhoon centric, but it kinda got off the rails from there hehe

the birth of the idea

so the bri from a few weeks ago was already thinking about writing a lengthy enha au.

i just finished writing a jakehoon one shot and wanted to try my hand at writing another ship! at first, i thought of typical au ideas that were college themed. those are the most fun to write and read imo, bc it’s so grounded in reality. and also bc the jakehoon one shot i wrote was a lot heavier and angsty, which was something i think i’m better at doing! there’s this really great fic i read that inspired me to try my hand at some lighter themes!

after reading that au, i was like “hmmmm im gonna try writing some romcom type of stuff.” i always ALWAYS write angst, so this was a really nice and fun change!

yes, back to the college au ideas. i then began to think about what majors the enha kids would do if they went to college. my notes for the first outline kind of went like this:

Jay - fashion major, new addition to the dorm, is rich but doesnt want anyone to know, is kind despite being taken advantage of in his hometown, just wants a normal family

Heeseung - music production major, has a soundcloud lowkey but doesn't let anyone know, is going thru his first real heartbreak and is using music to deal with it

Jungwon - hasnt decided on a major, came to uni w a full ride taekwondo scholarship, secret boyfriend, coming to terms w sexuality

Jake - australian exchange student, architecture major, maybe gets a weird stalker?

Sunoo - beauty school, wants to be a hairstylist, kinda eccentric, knows everyone’s business

Sunghoon - figure skater, doesnt go to school, is close to getting on the national team, lives in a dorm to avoid his tiger parents, softspot for his younger sister

Niki - dance major from japan, is a little too clingy, feels lonely away from his family

in hindsight, the characters here seem a lot more deeper and fleshed out as compared to what i ended up writing, but i realized that if i kept all of this in - it would’ve been really overwhelming for the reader. i had to remind myself that this was a jayhoon centric fic LMAOOOOO

after writing this, i was like “WAITTTT A HOT SEC” this sounds a lot like hello my twenties! which btw, is an amazing show on netflix that you should definitely watch. i watched this show with my girlfriend and man, the way it handled all of the a,b,c, etc plots was so fantastic.

every character had their own stories and that’s what i loved. usually in fics or aus, a lot of the side characters sort of fade into the background. they also do this thing where their main reason for existence is to lift the mc or main ship up in the story. i wanted to avoid that, so taking inspo from hello my 20s, i decided to give every character a story. whether it be something big like sunoo’s stalker or something small like heejake’s and jungniel’s development, i wanted to give them all something to tell. in hello my 20s, each of the girs living in that house had their own unique stories that fit them really well. whether i did it as well as the writers of the show - that’s something else to unpack, right?

the characters and their developments

so this is something i’m not sure if i did well in or not. the original plot was to have jay and sunghoon not get along at all. with jay’s abrasiveness and sunghoon’s surface coolness, i thought it would be fun to see them butt heads. but i realized that it wasn’t so realistic because they don’t really see each other enough to butt heads that much. i thought making sunghoon shy and reserved (thus standoffish) while jay tries his best to make sunghoon open up was a lot more cuter.

jay is a lot more bold in this, even through his embarassing moments. he’s self-assured, determined and open to pretty much anything. he’s generous and friendly. the only weakness jay has is he’s too presumptious sometimes and assumes stuff without any real basis, as seen with him assuming that ryujin and sunghoon were dating bc of a passing remark from jake and some yt comments. i gave him a dead dad at the end of the fic bc hello we’re projecting but also to explain why he’s super close to his mum and why he’s just a tad bit behind everyone else his age. i wanted to expand on this a little but sadly, i kinda ran out of words to talk about this. if you know what i mean. tbh, jay doesn’t have much of a development in this. that’s something i really want to improve on in my next au, giving my mc some actual development instead of getting carried away with other side characters.

sunghoon is, as i said, shy and reserved. he has a lil trauma from being rejected by seon years ago. you can tell that his experience was not pleasant at all - so he keeps feelings of attraction and want farrrrrr away from him. sunghoon is sorry he’s an anti-romantic, if you will. throughout this fic, you see him open up to jay and realize that not every guy he’s attracted to will reject him painfully. he also learns that he doesn’t need to keep people at an arms length away and that opening himself up to more people will bring about very nice things! very cliche but hey, it iz what it iz.

jungwon was a fun one to write! not bc i feel a little of what he feels, but bc he’s adorable with daniel and having him be unsure was fun to write. jungwon is pretty self-assured in this fic, but with daniel, he’s not really sure what he’s doing.

heeseung feels secure enough with jake that he’s willing to sing in front of him, which is something he doesn’t do. jake is very naive about relationships and hee’s feelings for him, but heeseung kind of brings him down back to reality with the scene from han river. heeseung is getting over a breakup and that stuff takes a while, so that’s why i didn’t let them get together too fast. hee knows how jake feels about him and he doesn’t want to ruin it by jumping into things so fast.

sunoo is super friendly and too trusting with people, which is both a blessing and a curse. niki and him have been attached to the hip since their friendship started and niki sees sunoo as a very very dear friend to him. bc who else lets him sleep in his bed and who else buys him taiyaki everyday? that’s right, it’s his sunoo hyung. sunoo also cares for niki a lot and they’re just very sweet.

what i did well and what i didn’t

okay this is debatable, but i did like how i wrote the developing relationships in this, mostly the ones that weren’t the main jayhoon arc. i liked the way i wrote jungwon and daniel’s little friction and i loved heejake’s confession scene.

the humour in this was a little weak for me, but it was my first attempt at writing it so it’s forgivable.

i just wished i wrote the main relationship better. i feel like it took a while at the beginning and suddenly went from 49 to 27403 real quick. if i were to rewrite it, i’d give them a lot more time to pine as that stage before friends and maybe insert more conflict.

i’d give jay a stronger conflict other than trying to befriend with sunghoon. his character felt very 1d for me and i didn’t like that. i needed to develop him more tbh LMAOOO

music!

anti-romantic by txt

perhaps love by eric nam ft cheeze

love poem by iu

give love by akmu

hope ur ok by olivia rodrigo

only yoou by yand da il

references for sunghoon’s ice skating

sunghoon’s white outfit in the youtube video with ryujin

sunghoon’s black outfit in nationals

the reference pic jay draws of sunghoon (which seon sees)

if you read the fic, i’d like to say thank you! i had a lot of fun writing this and seeing everyone’s reactions to the plot twists was super fun hehehehe i genuinely loved doing it even tho it gave me a lot stress! thank u for reading this if u read it too LMAOOOOO

#woundinsalt thots #frigid air #enhypen au

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starfleetakaashi · 4 years

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You're too hard to forget + atsumu? Female pronouns (and a happy ending, if you could) 🙂

ahhh im gonna make the reader gender neutral, if that’s alright with you! hope u enjoy this nonnie <3

contains: ONE small mention of nsfw stuff, not too bad!

— forget; atsumu x reader

it’s been months. or years? you couldn’t tell, but you knew that it was hell being here without him.

you and atsumu broke up. not a shocker to some people, but it is to you. everyone always figured that no matter how lovey dovey you two seemed, or how much atsumu seemed to have changed, he would always end up leaving you.

you thought otherwise; those people never saw how he was like behind closed doors. they never witnessed his clingy side and just how sweet he was first-hand. they just talk and talk, it’s annoying.

atsumu always told you to ignore them, but of course, you never did.

“babe, just ignore ‘em!” he would always whine, gripping onto your arm and shaking it, throwing a tantrum as the two of you stood at the center of your living room. you’d ignore him as your other hand had your phone, reading through the comments people have made about your relationship. “please, for me?” he’d beg, and when you heard his puppy voice, you immediately softened and put your phone aside, turning to look at him.

he always looked at you with such a loving gaze, it almost made you sick. because before your relationship even happened, you weren’t fond of the subject of couples. yet here you are, crying over some boy who broke up with you.

and even then, you’re here inside the court, hiding in the crowd as msby played to their heart’s content. the cheers of the crowd rang in your ears as they scored another point, but all you could focus on were atsumu’s screams of joy, throwing a thumbs up to sakusa, who scored them the point.

you smiled. he really did love volleyball.

“babe, you should start playin’ too.” atsumu would tell you as the both of you cuddled, the aftermath of your naughty activities starting to settle down. “imagine this; two setters datin’ each other! that would be so cute, hm?” he’d giggle, tightening his grip around your waist.

“that’s so random, atsu.” you’d roll your eyes, and he just pouts, burying his head in your neck. “i’m not going to do that.” you’d say, and atsumu just whines in your neck, wiggling his body a bit as he was throwing another playful tantrum.

the next day, you tried out for volleyball.

a tear slipped from your eye as you watched him, feeling your emotions get the best of you. the night of your breakup with him was always hazy whenever you tried remembering it, trying to figure out why he left you. was it because you weren’t enough? was it because he found someone else? or if worse... did he stop loving you?

“i’m busy.” ah, that’s right. he was too preoccupied. it’s like ever since the two of you graduated, he didn’t want to be around you anymore. he’d say he’s busy, but he’d have time to hang with others and not you.

you just didn’t get it. what was the real reason?

“i’m busy, [name].” he said as he stood at the entrance hallway of your shared apartment with him, which didn’t even feel like you shared it with anyone anymore. you were always alone in it, so his absence was starting to become normal. you did not like that.

“busy? with what?” you scoffed.

“bein’ a college student.” he said, and that’s when you knew that your assumptions were wrong. he just didn’t want to be tied down so early, even if he loved you with every single fiber of his being. “i wanna explore so many things, and i want ya to too.” he said, gulping.

you didn’t want to agree, but you pretended he did, and you don’t know if your heart broke at the fact that you just lost the love of your life, or if it’s because he had a smile on his face when you agreed.

bringing you back to the present, you were not expecting this. you weren’t supposed to get caught. you sat in the audience, eyes wide as everyone was cheering around you at msby’s win, but that’s not what you were worried about.

atsumu was looking at you. his lips quivered, feeling something wash over his body as he studied your face. you haven’t changed at all.

you raced off, not wishing to meet with him, but atsumu had other plans. he left the court, ignoring the calls of his name from his teammates. they could wait, he had to get to you.

he hates waiting when it comes to you.

“[name], please!” he called out to you, but you kept walking.

please leave me alone, you’d beg inside your head, but at the same time, you wanted him to keep chasing you. don’t leave me alone, you’d also say inside your head.

while you were overthinking, you failed to realize that atsumu had caught up to you. he grabbed your wrist and pulled you to face him, your eyes widening in pure shock as the person you missed the most was in front of you.

now, [name]. tell him everything you wanted to say.

as you were about to say something, he interrupted you with an abrupt kiss. the overwhelming amount of love that his lips delivered to yours caused tears to stream down your face.

“i..” atsumu trailed off once he pulled away. “ i can’t. you’re too hard to forget.” he said, and you gulped, not caring that you most likely looked like a mess. it’s atsumu, though, he never cared what you look like.

“w-what?” you asked, too shocked to even process anything.

“[name],” he said, pulling you close to him. “i haven’t forgotten ‘bout ya, and in all honesty, i really can’t. i love you.” he said, and you gasp, not expecting those three words that you’ve longed so much from him to come out of his mouth.

“i love you too.” you said. despite all the pain you experienced because of him, he’s atsumu. the love of your life.

someone you can’t forget.

for·get /fərˈɡet/ verb fail to remember.

#atsumu x reader #atsumu miya x reader #atsumu #atsumu miya #atsumu angst #atsumu miya angst #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu #hq!!#haikyuu angst #haikyuu x reader angst #atsumu fluff #atsumu miya fluff #requested #sleepover with mika :P

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upamongthestarss · 4 years

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Perfect Timing//Bill Denbrough x fem reader

Please be kind! This is only my second time publishing on tumblr, so I’m not really sure what I’m doing, but here we are!

Warnings: smut, brief mention of fem oral receiving, swearing, mild angst, underage drinking

Spring break came way too slowly, especially for Y/n. Freshman year of college is said to be one of the best years of your life, but it’s definitely the worst. Her high school was entirely too easy for her, probably because her teachers were just idiots. Then college hit, and the workload was unbearable. Not to mention, she grew homesick for her parents and her best friends and even a tiny bit for Bill.

Oh, how she hated Bill back home.

Well, okay, she didn’t hate him, it was more of just a mutual tension that sometimes led to the Losers separating them at all costs.

They went on a few dates freshman year, and even kissed once, but it all ended when popular Autumn asked Bill to “help her with English” at lunch one day. He completely forgot to tell Y/n, but didn’t think much of the whole affair anyway. When Y/n walked out of the lunch line, she smiled at her newly official boyfriend. He was hunched over a piece of paper, diligently writing with ginger hair falling into his eyes. When Autumn saw her coming over, she tapped Bill on the shoulder, and kissed him full on the mouth when he turned to her.

Y/n’s hands went slack, causing her tray to clatter to the ground. Tomato soup splattered all over her new white Keds. She obviously looked down to see the damage, and missed Bill pushing Autumn off of him. He went over to check on her and help her clean up, but she stormed off to the bathrooms.

From then on out, there’s been so much tension between them. Even though Bill explained what happened countless times, she’s absolutely refused to listen. She’s had trust issues after her biological father cheated on her mother when she was little, and this, well, this basically made them inflate like the economy. She wasn’t on speaking terms with him until the end of the school year, and even then their friendship was rocky.

But there was also a sexual tension. Bill and Y/n still had blatantly obvious feelings for each other, whether they wanted to admit or not. In fact, they even went to senior prom together, but it ended in disaster. There was a dramatic exit from Y/n when he mentioned how he was on good terms with Autumn now, and she was really sorry for what happened.

“Why the hell would you bring that up now?” Y/n rose from her seat.

“B-b-because she t-told me she w-wanted us to-”

“Can’t we just completely forget what happened back then? It was so long ago.”

Bill flushed. “Well, it r-r-really seems l-like you’ve n-n-never forgotten ab-about it these past th-three years.”

She threw her napkin on the table and left after saying, “You’re a dick.”

That night she vented to Eddie and ultimately admitted to having feelings for him, but he knew that all along anyway.

That night was the last time they talked until it was time for Bill to leave for NYU.

“Good luck,” she told him, bouncing on the balls of her feet nervously.

“Th-thank you, Y/n, y-you too!” he was so excited that day that he even pulled her into a hug, much to her surprise (and delight).

And now, here she is, on the plane to Palm Springs. It’s a long flight from Marywood, so Y/n uses her time to finish her homework. She’s majorly jetlagged by the time she lands at Palm Springs International. Luckily, the cab ride isn’t ridiculously long. When she gets to Richie’s beach house, he’s on the porch with his feet up and a daiquiri in hand.

“Y/N!!!!” he shouts, putting his drink to the side and running down the stairs.

“RICHIE!!!!” she yells back, dropping her bags to run and hug him.

“Oh, it’s been so long!”

“I know!! And holy shit, your house is gorgeous!”

“I’m telling you, Y/n, I lucked out so much by scoring that audition. Can you believe it? Rich Records Tozier, the nation’s youngest beloved DJ.”

“Hardly,” she chuckles. “So how is the life of fame treating you?”

“Oh, brilliant. Come on in, I’ll give you a tour,” he scoops up her bag and leads her to the door. It’s an incredible house, with a beautiful kitchen and even a movie theater.

“And here’s your room,” he gestures to the first door upstairs.

“May I?” she asks, hand on the doorknob.

“Be my guest.”

She swings it open to a redheaded girl on one of the two beds. She looks up from her magazine, smirking. “Hey, roomie!”

“Bev!” Y/n shrieks as her best friend runs to her and practically knocks her over.

“When did you get here?!”

“About an hour ago. Stan’s here too, but he’s taking a nap.”

“Well, we’ll have to fix that, won’t we?” Y/n grins mischievously.

“Everyone else is supposed to get here tomorrow morning, except for Mike. He’s coming tonight.”

“Oh, thank God. No Bill for a half day more.”

“Oh, Y/n, don’t be so close-minded,” Bev giggles and they sit down on the same bed, bursting with so much to catch up on. Richie doesn’t know if he should sit down with them or just go back to his daiquiri, but the doorbell rings.

“Saved by the bell,” he says, getting the side eye in response.

The girls talk for hours until they decide to say hello to Mike. Y/n stops at the bathroom first, and it takes her a while to find the kitchen after that. She has to follow the voices and Richie’s booming laugh.

“Sorry, I got lost,” she says, turning in the kitchen. “Hi, Mi-”

The third person talking to Richie and Beverly is not Mike.

It’s Bill. And she looks like a total bum in her old sundress and messy ponytail. She isn’t wearing a drop of makeup, either.

“Y/n.”

“Bill. Good to see you,” she holds out her hand professionally. He shakes it.

Is it good to see him? Looking at his cerulean eyes certainly sends butterflies through her stomach and through… other parts of her body.

“Y-you too.”

That immaculate stutter. She sits down at a barstool and crosses her legs together tightly. Richie and Beverly are quick to notice it, but restrain from commenting.

“I thought you were coming in tomorrow morning?”

She doesn’t sound rude or accusatory, just curious.

“M-my flight got c-c-cancelled.”

“Okay, gotcha.”

She drums her fingertips on the counter restlessly, not really knowing what else to say.

Luckily, Richie has a plan in case things get awkward between these two- and he’s already having to use it.

“Anyone want a drink?”

************************

“Nursing school is so insane. In anatomy, our teacher dissected a literal human body, and we had to examine it.”

“Eddie, please. We’re eating,” Y/n coughs.

“It was disgusting, but it was also fascinating,” he defends himself.

“Whatever floats your boat,” Ben shrugs.

“Y/n, tell us more about Marywood,” Eddie says, but she’s way too busy watching Bill talk to Richie’s cute next door neighbor while holding her little sister.

“You’re so good with her!” she simpers, tossing her shiny brown hair.

“Y/n? Earth to Y/n?”

“What?”

“How’s Marywood?”

“Oh, it’s… fine.”

“Just fine? Did you pick a major yet?”

She shakes her head.

“What about that guy? Are you still with him?”

“David? No, we were together for a while, but I guess the spark just kinda died. I mean, he initiated the breakup, but it was all mutual.”

Eddie squirts a dollop of sunscreen the size of a clementine in his hand. “That sucks. I’m sorry to hear that.”

“Don’t be,” Y/n shrugs, averting her gaze back to Bill. She’s very glad that she's wearing sunglasses, to hide her stares.

The cute girl was right, he is good with that little girl. Her heart would be melted, but Bill keeps flirting with the older sister. It’s disgusting.

And then, that girl has the audacity to drop the rattle she shook in the baby’s face. Y/n is close enough to hear the conversation, or at least read lips.

“Oh, l-l-l-let m-me get that.”

“Don’t worry, I got it,” she smiles, bending over so stealthily so that her breasts are all but out of that bikini.

“Ugh,” Y/n rolls her eyes.

“What’s up?” Ben asks.

“Nothing. I’m just going to go to the bathroom,” she stands up and walks almost catatonically to the door.

Instead of going to the bathroom, she finds a glass and slams it on the table.

“D-damn, Y/n. That’s n-n-not a napkin, you kn-know.”

She jumps at Bill’s voice. He obviously followed her in, and she’s not too thrilled about it.

“Funny,” she replies, searching the cabinets. “Do you want anything?”

“I-I was ac-actually getting d-drinks.”

“Oh, for you and your new girlfriend? Hey, let me know when the wedding is. That is, if I even get on the guest list.”

“What’s your p-p-problem?”

“I don’t have a problem.”

Y/n finds a bottle of straight vodka and pours it right in the glass.

“Hey, its eh-eh-eleven AM,” Bill warns her, reaching for the glass. Unfortunately, their hands grab for it at the same time and it goes crashing to the ground.

“Great, thanks,” she says.

“I didn’t w-want you to be w-w-wasted all d-day.”

“Listen, Bill,” she takes a deep breath. “I really appreciate your concern. I do. But it’s my life, and if I want to get wasted this early, then no one should stop me.”

He doesn’t answer. They both grab rags and start to clean up around their feet.

“Th-this kind of r-r-reminds me of a certain sit-situation involving t-tomato soup,” Bill risks saying.

It was a terrible idea.

“Are you kidding me? I thought we moved on from that!”

“Yeah, so w-w-we can j-joke about it now!”

She’s silent for a minute, a blend of wrath and sadness.

“Just,” Y/n says, “Just go back out with your girlfriend.”

“I-I-I h-hardly know- o-okay, what the hell is y-y-your problem? We’re n-not together an-anymore!!! You sh-sh-shouldn’t c-care about my l-l-love life.”

“You don’t get it, do you?” she stands up, vodka dripping from the rag to her toes. “I don’t care that I shouldn’t care. I do care! I’ve always cared!”

Bill is speechless, and she honestly doesn’t blame him. Y/n assumes he doesn’t feel the same about her. After all, they haven’t dated since freshman year. Sighing, she puts the rag in the sink and walks back outside.

She’s opening up her book and lying on her stomach to get a tan when Y/n hears an obnoxious “Excuse me?”

She looks up to the girl, who could literally be a bikini model.She looks at Y/n like she’s a piece of dirt, and Y/n just wants to smack her. She could never hurt anyone, though.

“Um, do you know when Bill will be back with the drinks?”

“Not a clue.”

******

Bill absolutely could not stop thinking of Y/n all day. He never really can, ever, but his thoughts have been out of control all damn day. They range from wild fantasies to regrets from way back when to just simply: She still likes me, she still likes me, she still likes me!!!!

He wants more than anything to talk to her and confess he’s been in love with her since high school, maybe even before that. But some small voice in Bill’s head tells him that even if she does have feelings, she won’t want to act on them. After all, he’s been nothing but an asshole to her.

Then again, so has she.

It’s really ironic that they’re so abrasive towards each other. Y/n is so kind and friendly to everyone she meets; that’s why Bill fell for her. And everyone tells him that he’s nothing but a sweetheart. And he’s always treated his every girlfriend like a princess.

But it’s Y/n he wants as a girlfriend, and it always has been.

Y/n comes running down the stairs, using the bansiters to prop herself up and skip the last couple steps. She’s been strangely lighthearted after she made that confession to Bill. It had been a weight on shoulders for the longest time, after all. And now that it’s out of the bag, she feels as if she can finally move on.

Holy shit, she’s so cute, Bill says to himself. She has this youthful energy, but the looks of a gorgeous young woman. Not to mention her outfit- a pastel yellow halter top, short jean shorts, and a sky blue scrunchie- looks magnificent.

“Okay, I’m ready to go!” she grins widely. “Sorry for the holdup!”

“You’re good,” Richie replies. “We were just figuring out transportation, considering I can only take five of us in my car.”

“I don’t mind taking the trunk,” Y/n shrugs. “Anyone else?”

“I will,” Beverly volunteers.

“Okay, great, and five of you can squish in the backseat. Mike claimed shotgun earlier.”

Everyone else groans while he flashes a smile and gives them finger guns.

“So charming,” Bev laughs and grabs Y/n’s hand. They run out to the car and squish in the trunk.

“Bev, I have to tell you something,” Y/n whispers.

“What?”

“I’m still not over Bill.”

“Thank you, Y/n,” she responds sarcastically.

“How did you know that? I only told Eddie!”

“It was just a little obvious,” she laughs. “And the good news is that we all think he feels the same way!”

“I don’t think he does, Bev,” Y/n shakes her head.

“What makes you say that?”

“Well, I told him today-”

“You what?”

“Shush!” she scolds as the boys get in the car. Luckily they’re all talking and can’t hear the girls if they whisper. “It just sort of... slipped out. But he didn’t even say anything. He just kind of… froze? It was so awkward.”

“You know he’s a little awkward around girls that he likes.”

“Is he, though?”

“Sure he is!”

“I don’t know, Bev. He stood there for a full thirty seconds without saying anything, and he just let me leave,” Y/n explains. “I think if he really liked me, he would have told me by now.”

Beverly gets quiet. “I’m so sorry, Y/n.”

“Hey, it’s okay! The timing was never right, and that- that happens. And it’s better I know now so I’m not hung up on him for the rest of my life.”

The rest of the drive is mostly just Beverly telling Y/n that there’s someone out there for her, and to keep her eyes open at the restaurant.

It’s a bright restaurant, very tropical and very flamboyant. A lush plant, obviously made of silicon, is the centerpiece of every table.

Good, it can hide me from Bill and spare my embarrassment, Y/n thinks as she sits opposite him. Unfortunately, Ben asks the hostess to take it away so he can see everyone. Y/n is mortified. Being directly across from her, he can watch and judge the girl the entire dinner.

She tries her hardest the whole meal not to pay Bill any mind, but it gets difficult when he starts getting tipsy. And drunk Bill can be wild. Singing and dancing on the tables wild. Luckily he isn’t at that point yet.

She doesn’t even know how he was able to buy drinks here; he’s only nineteen. The waitress must have a crush on him or something. Maybe she and Richie’s neighbor could start a Bill fanclub.

Y/n has a feeling the waitress would ask for her ID, though, so she sticks to soda. And three Shirley Temples is never good on anyone’s bladder.

“I’m going to the bathroom,” she announces. “Anyone else?”

Everyone shakes their heads. Everyone except…

“Me! M-m-me!” Bill waves his hand around like a hyper child.

“Great, I’m a babysitter now,” Y/n murmurs.

She starts walking to the bathroom, Bill hot on her heels. Surprisingly enough, when she finishes peeing, he’s actually waiting for her.

“F-f-finally. G-g-girls take so long in the buh-buh-bathroom.”

She ignores him.

“Y/nnnnn,” he slurs. “I’ve been m-m-meaning to t-t-tell you, your a-a-ass looks fantastic in th-those shorts.”

“Because that’s not a rude thing to say at all,” she replies, feeling her face burn up.

“I’m n-n-not trying to be r-rudeeee,” Bill grabs her waist and pulls her in. Y/n can smell all the alcohol on his breath, and it’s disgusting. He kisses her full on the mouth.

She shoves him off, embarrassed by his behavior. “You’re drunk.”

“If b-b-being drunk makes me w-w-want to m-make out with you, I-I-I never want t-to be so-sober.”

That hits Y/n hard. Bill Denbrough wants her. But only when he’s drunk.

He doesn’t love her in his right mind. This is all she has, and she can’t even fathom just taking advantage of him when he’s drunk. Using someone would hurt her in such an inexplicable way, and not to mention it would tear whatever small bond she had with Bill into shreds.

She plops back down in her seat, barely touching the rest of her food or speaking for the rest of the night.

When she gets to her shared room with Bev, Y/n takes a shower. She’s always loved showers because they’re a place where you can cry without risk of anyone hearing over the water running.

And that’s exactly what Y/n does. She lets the tears stream down her face, washed away by the showerhead’s water.

*******

Bill knows he got plastered last night, so it’s no surprise when he wakes up with a pounding headache. But he isn’t sure why Y/n is so quiet, especially around him. Usually she has a remark or at least a glare for him, but she seems almost meek today.

He pulls Beverly aside at one point, and asks if he did anything to her last night.

“I don’t know, Bill. You guys went to the bathroom at the same time, and when you came back, Y/n seemed really upset.”

“L-l-like angry, or s-sad?”

“Sad. But she didn’t tell me anything that happened. I’m sorry, Bill.”

“It’s o-o-okay. Th-Thanks, Bev.”

He spends the rest of the day trying to remember something- anything- from last night. Bathrooms. Bathrooms.

There are some vignettes. Y/n across from him, in that pretty top. Watching her ass as she walked to the bathrooms.

Oh, shit. Bill made some sort of comments about those shorts. What happened after that? He kissed her, didn’t he? But why would that make her sad?

When evening rolls around, Bill still doesn’t remember anything new. He’s the only one in the living room, not even paying attention to the TV. His friends come bounding down the stairs, all wearing sneakers and athletic outfits.

“A-a-are you g-guys going somewhere?”

“Yeah, to the new rope climbing place,” Stan replies.

“Where’s Y/n?”

“She has vertigo, and wanted to stay here. We thought you could stay here so she’s not alone all night.”

“You d-d-didn’t th-think about asking me f-first?”

“We drew names out of a hat,” Beverly steps in. “You just weren’t around when we did it.”

“Isn’t that a l-l-little ruh-rude to Y-Y/n? One of us is g-g-going to st-stay with her instead of h-having fun?”

“No, Bill, it was the opposite!” Richie tries to save the group, much to their chagrin. “We were voting on who didn’t get to stay home with Y/n. And you won! You get to!”

“Wh-what i-if I want to donate m-my win?”

“Doesn’t work like that. Wins are final.”

It’s all BS, and Bill knows it. There never was a hat draw, everyone knows that Bill and Y/n have a lot to work out, and they don’t want the two to go back from spring break with even more animosity for each other.

Also, they know that the two have feelings that have been expressed so wrongly over the years. Maybe now it’s time to work them out.

“So we’re going to head out now; have fun with Y/n!” Eddie waves, and they run out excitedly.

Bill sighs, not knowing what he’s going to do with Y/n all night. Maybe she’ll just be antisocial and hide in her room all night, but he personally hopes she won’t. He decides to hang out by the pool for a while, and changes into his swim trunks.

By the time he gets outside, though, Y/n is already there. She’s hugging her knees to her chest and watching the little waterfall intently.

“Hey,” Bill says, making her jump.

“Hey.”

“C-c-can I join you?”

She nods.

“Why aren’t you with the others?”

“B-because I w-w-won their ‘contest,’”

“Contest?” she shakes her head, not understanding.

“To b-b-babysit you, ap-apparently.”

“Ah. Sounds legitimate.”

He doesn’t know how to respond to that, so he just lets the sounds of the waterfall and the faint grasshoppers fill the silence. He’s sure Y/n doesn’t mind, though. When everyone else complained about the summer grasshoppers as kids, she would always dote on how they’re melodious and comforting.

Bill can’t hold himself back any longer.

“Y/n, what d-d-did I do l-last night?”

She turns to him. “You really don’t remember?”

“I re-remember making a com-comment, which I-I’m sorry about b-by the way, th-that was an a-asshole move. And I-I remember kissing y-you. But then what?”

Taking a deep breath, Y/n continues. “Well, then I pushed you off and told you that you were drunk.”

She pauses.

“And th-then?”

“Then you said, ‘If I want to make out with you when I’m drunk, then I don’t ever want to be sober.’”

That’s it? Bill thinks. He’s not stupid enough to voice his thoughts, luckily.

“Oh, Y-Y-Y/n, I w-w-was drunk. I d-didn’t know what I w-w-was saying.”

“Listen, Bill. I know you remember what I told you yesterday in the kitchen. And what you told me at the restaurant really hurt, okay?”

“Why? I-I wanted to k-k-kiss you,” he asks, genuinely confused.

“You’re such an idiot sometimes!” Y/n laughs incredulously. “You wanted to kiss me when you were drunk, not in your right mind!”

“I al-always want to k-k-kiss you in my right mind!”

“What?!”

“I-I think I love you, Y/n.”

She’s frozen. Could he actually mean that? Has he been drinking again? Hearing that from Bill Denbrough has been her dream since… forever.

“I think I love you too, Bill.”

He jumps up from his lounge chair, and leans over Y/n. He tucks a piece of hair behind her ear and kisses her tenderly, gently. Her lips are just as soft as he remembers them to be all those years ago, softer than any other girl he’s kissed.

“Wow,” she beams as they pull apart. “I guess I knew this, but you’re a much better kisser than my ex.”

He laughs. “W-why, thank you. You’re n-n-not so bad y-yourself.”

“Thanks,” she giggles. “I just… I can’t believe this is happening. I feel like doing something crazy now, something outrageous.”

“L-like what?”

“Hm…” she thinks for a minute. “Do you want to go skinny dipping?”

“Okay, sure,” Bill chuckles.

Grinning, she begins to peel off her one piece. She slips the straps off, and the rest slowly slides off her body. Her breasts are exposed first, then her stomach, then everything. Her skin is smooth and glorious.

Bill pulls off his swim trunks and throws them behind him. Y/n wants to tease him about his erection, but she’s way too shocked at his size.

They bask in the beauty of each other for a moment before they dive into the water, crisp and cool on their bare bodies. Y/n splashes Bill right in his face.

He pushes wet strands of hair from his ocean eyes. “H-how dare you?”

“What are you going to do about it?” she taunts.

“This,” Bill says, throwing Y/n over his shoulder and taking her outside the water. She’s both screaming and laughing her head off at this point. He carries her all the way to the deep end and tosses her in.

When she surfaces, Y/n makes sure to flip him off.

“So r-r-rude.”

He cannonballs in, and they swim around, and eventually go under the waterfall. They end up making out and gasping for air.

“D-d-do you want to tuh-take this inside?” Bill whispers.

She nods, and they get out. As Y/n shivers, Bill gets them fluffy towels from a bin by the chairs.

Grabbing his hand, she pulls him through the sliding glass doors. They run around the house in nothing but towels, giggling and kissing and dripping pool water everywhere. The two finally make it to Bill’s room and go directly to the bed (after locking the door).

“Spruh-spread your legs,” Bill breathes in her ear, sending goosebumps up and down her body.

She obeys and lets him kiss her knees, her thighs, and eventually her core. He pleases Y/n in a way her old boyfriend never did.

When she finishes, Bill holds her for a minute so she can catch her breath. Then, when he turns around to put on a condom, she moves against the wall.

“Oh, s-s-so you w-want wall sex n-now?” Bill raises his eyebrows.

“Maybe,” she shrugs. “If you’re comfortable with it.”

Instead of using words, Bill throws Y/n up against the wall and kisses her roughly. Their tongues clash, and she loves every second of it. Then he goes in. He starts slow at first, but begins to pick up the pace with her approval.

“D-damn, you’re so t-t-tight,” he whispers while she keeps muttering his name.

“Probably because I wasn’t with someone as big as you before.”

Hearing that makes him turn redder than his hair. “Really?”

“Really,” she sighs. “Can you go a little slower?”

He listens to her, and almost screams in pleasure when she starts to suck on his neck.

They both finish in a couple minutes, and are pretty burned out- Y/n especially because she’s never made such rough love before.

She lies in his arms, back on the bed, and traces the love mark forming on his neck.

“I think I love you,” Y/n says for the second time tonight.

“I-I th-think I love you t-too.”

They can’t help smiling for the umpteenth time in the past hour. Their stars had never aligned until now, and it couldn’t be a more perfect exchange of love. The wait was unbearable, but incredibly worth it.

Y/n and Bill make each other feel whole, like there was a sort of void within each other, unfilled until now.

“Hey,” Y/n’s voice is soft and gentle. “I’m so sorry about these past years. You know I have trust issues, but I took them too far and didn’t treat you right. And I’m so sorry.”

“I’m s-sorry, too. I’ve been an ass-asshole to y-y-you, a-and it’s m-m-my fault we broke uh-up in the f-first place.”

“Don’t say that,” Y/n frowns. “It was Evil Autumn’s fault.”

They chuckle.

Resting her head on Bill’s chest, Y/n asks the dreaded question.

“So what’s going to become of us? After spring break.”

Bill thinks for a minute, stroking her hair, and admits, “I don’t w-w-want us to c-c-cut each other off again.”

“Neither do I.”

“I think our sc-sc-schools are like t-t-two hours ap-apart; that’s n-not terrible.”

“It’s not,” Y/n agrees. “Maybe we could take turns driving every weekend, and find a halfway point or something.”

“A-an ex-exact halfway point,” Bill adds.

“An exact halfway point.”

They can make it work, they’ve got to. Both Bill and Y/n are extremely optimistic about the future ahead, now that every feeling has been sorted out between them. And even in the unfavorable event where things don’t work out, there will always be Palm Springs.

Bill presses a kiss to her forehead. There’s not a chance that they won’t make it. The timing is finally, after all these years, perfect.

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