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quidfree · 3 years

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prompts,.,, fem tdbk and a date gone very wrong ? ❤️

ohhhh my god anon. pump this shit directly into my veins i love this whole premise let’s go. also all inspired by whatever the fuck horikoshi was doing in this

just so everyone is on the same page here, it is not a fucking date.

it’s lunch. a singular lunch. people do that shit all the time. even katsuki does lunch, sometimes. she went to that semi-shitty diner place with kirishima that one time when the food hall was shut because some dumbass first year exploded into goo or whatever. and todoroki does lunch, too- her and deku were on some shitty lunch date like a week ago, as evidenced by deku’s even shittier selfie of them having a grand old time doing whatever the fuck they do alone.

fuck, not a shitty lunch date. a shitty lunch. whatever.

the point is lunch is a normal non-date thing people do, and the fact katsuki and todoroki are maybe not the usual suspects for it is just circumstantial. it’s not like they planned it ahead of time, or made some big thing about it. they literally arranged for it in public, so obviously todoroki didn’t think there was anything weird about it. and there isn’t! they’re both going to be in tokyo on the same day, and todoroki’s always happy for any excuse to spend less time with her old man, and katsuki sure as fuck wouldn’t turn down an opportunity to avoid her hag of a birth-giver for a few blissful hours, so when todoroki had very nonchalantly gone ‘oh, bakugou, we could do lunch then”, it wasn’t like she had any real reason to tell her to go fuck herself. like, yeah, maybe a year ago, on principle, she would have, but even katsuki can only take so much trauma-bonding before she resigns herself to the reality that she’s stuck with half ‘n half for life, one way or another, and she may as well suck it up and approach civility because said moron is determined to ignore her open malice until she plays along anyways. they’re... you know, whatever. friends. or something. jesus.

the point being that it’s not a date, and the fact that she’s getting increasingly annoyed at her limited wardrobe is just because she would have packed more shit if the crone hadn’t insisted that they ‘pack light’ so they could get cheaper train tickets for less luggage. it’s just annoying that she can’t wear anything that’s not screaming holiday.

it occurs to her as she sits and scowls at her suitcase that her mother has been watching her from the doorframe for some undetermined amount of time, which is criminal mainly because she’s a goddamn hero-to-be and getting snuck up on by anyone is a blight upon her good name. she tries to disguise the ego damage dealt by glowering murderously in her progenitor’s direction.

“what the fuck do you want?”

“you know,” the she-devil says, cocking a hip, “if you want to borrow something nicer...”

“i wouldn’t be caught dead in your shitty clothes!” katsuki snarls, which prompts the witch to immediately scowl back.

“watch your damn mouth!”

“watch your waistline! no way in hell are we the same size!”

“why you little-”

the interruption at least reminds her that she is obsessing over her clothes ahead of meeting todoroki for lunch, which is so humiliating it kickstarts her brain again long enough to grab some normal shit and get the hell out of there.

on the walk she checks her phone again. the previous day she’d had to bite the bullet and make the first move, todoroki’s infamously terrible communication skills making themselves known once more, and their ensuing conversation had been so mortifying she’d nearly cancelled all-together.

to: Half ‘n half

Yo asshole are we still meeting tomorrow or what

I’m busy as shit

from: Half ‘n half

Yes. TS

to: Half ‘n half

What the fuck is TS

from: Half ‘n half

I was signing off.

to: Half ‘n half

SIGNING OFF ON YOUR OWN TEXT

YOU THINK I DONT KNOW YOUR DAMN NAME

from: Half ‘n half

[Pin attached]

Does here at 12.30 work for you?

to: Half ‘n half

Yeah whatever

Don’t be late

And don’t think I’m forgetting the fucking signing off thing

from: Half ‘n half

Glad you can make time for mockery in your busy as shit schedule.

the venue looks like some rich person shit, which she semi-expected, but it means a lot of people give her weird looks as she makes her way inside, probably on account of the shorts and t-shirt she’s wearing if not her general vibe. some old woman actually drags her purse to her, which makes katsuki sorely tempted to bare her teeth and maybe hiss for effect, though she settles for scowling and shoving her hands in her pockets. it’s 12.27, because she wasn’t going to be late but being any earlier would have given off some dubious impression that she’s eager to see todoroki, except now she kind of wishes she’d just come for 12.30 because if there’s some reservation bullshit she gets the feeling she’s going to start fighting with the waiting staff, and then-

“bakugou,” todoroki calls, from inside, raising a hand with unnecessary formality. “you made it.”

“course i made it,” katsuki grunts, absolutely not relieved as she by-passes the suspicious looking waiter to join her outside. “think i can’t ride the damn underground by myself?”

todoroki is wearing jeans cuffed at the ankles and a white t-shirt on top of which she’s thrown on an open button-up with the sleeves rolled up, and she looks casual and normal and incidentally kind of like they dressed to match, but the important part is that she doesn’t look dressed up at all, so katsuki was totally right about the non-date situation, and also isn’t the only one totally underdressed for the shitty venue.

“you look nice,” todoroki says then, completely shattering katsuki’s brief moment of reprieve. “i’ve never seen so much color on you.”

katsuki almost chokes on her own tongue, but the worst part is that the asshole seems completely nonchalant about the weird as shit observation, focused on her stool as she takes a seat on the balcony. which- what the actual fuck? since when does todoroki issue compliments unprompted- of the non-professional variety, at that? and what the fuck does she expect katsuki to say now- return the compliment? say thanks? is this whole thing some kind of exercise in psychological torture?

well, fuck it. she can’t look like a little bitch just because todoroki said something inanely positive. two can play that game.

“yeah. you look half decent yourself. did you hire someone to dress you for the occasion?”

todoroki blinks up at her in surprise, which is totally a win and would make her more smug if she could stop feeling so weird and prickly all over. for a dangerous moment todoroki seems on the verge of blushing, but miraculously the world rights itself and the usual deadpan persists, one brow quirking up in completely feigned ineptitude.

“there was a compliment somewhere in there, so thank you, i think. i thought we were past this vendetta.”

“we’ll be past this vendetta the day you burn your piece of shit hero suit,” katsuki retorts, back on familiar ground, and relaxes long enough to squint down at the menu.

this turns out to be a mistake.

“the fuck? is this whole thing in french?”

“oh,” todoroki says, after a beat. “that makes sense. i thought my english had deteriorated.”

“are you- you didn’t know? you recommended the place!”

“it was the nearest place to our hotel,” todoroki defends, now having the decency of looking slightly put out. “coq can’t mean what i think it means, can it?”

“that’s chicken, asshole,” katsuki hisses, flinging the menu down. “great, now we’re going to have to flag down one of the shithead waiters and ask for a japanese menu. excuse me! hey! yeah, i’m talking to- what the hell, did he just blow me off? hey, jackass! you with the shitty mustache!”

“sorry about that,” todoroki interjects, when mustache asshole turns an offended stare their way. “do you have the japanese menu?”

“we only serve the food in its authentic form,” mustachioed asshole says, with frigid self-satisfaction. “might i suggest google translate?”

“might i suggest my foot up your ass, you shitty-”

“that’s fine,” todoroki says, in a flat tone that implies otherwise. “we’ll make do.”

the waiter sniffs pretentiously as katsuki thinks about all the ways she could beat his ass into next tuesday, running an aggravated hand through her hair when the wind rustles it into her face. she’d half expect todoroki to suggest they fuck off elsewhere, but when she looks back her way she finds an ill-boding gleam of determination in her eyes despite the impassive set to her face, and it’s a testament to how fucked in the head ua has made katsuki that she feels a sort of sick thrill of recognition at the sight. todoroki’s in stubborn bitch mode.

“i’ll have this,” todoroki says, sure enough, pointing to the most expensive item on the menu. “and also this. and one of those.”

the waiter’s eyes nearly pop out of his skull, and todoroki looks unfazed in katsuki’s direction, tapping pointedly at a sleek black and red credit card in her wallet. “bakugou?”

well, if endeavour’s paying....

“sure,” katsuki says, slowly, and then turns her meanest smile the waiter’s way. “i want the frog legs.”

mustache clears his throat, attempts condescension. “we don’t serve that here.”

“you’re a gastronomique restaurant,” katsuki says very loudly, as other clients turn to stare, “and you don’t have fucking frog legs? is this a joke? does this napkin say authentic french cuisine or am i hallucinating?”

“i can ask the chef,” the waiter demurs, casting a nervous glance at the muttering snobs nearby, and attempts an ingratiating smile. “anything else for you, mademoiselle?”

“what did you just call me?”

once the ordering debacle is over, todoroki slants katsuki what may well be an apologetic glance, vaguely contrite frown sitting pretty atop her usual dead-eyed stare.

“i probably should have read up on the place ahead of time.”

katsuki is well within her rights to chew her head off, she thinks, but food’s on the way and she got to yell at the asshole who gave her the once-over when she came in, so she’s feeling forgiving, even in the face of todoroki’s annoyingly doll-faced apology. the bitch really has to do the bare minimum and she looks like a fucking kpop idol.

“yeah, whatever. i always knew you were a shitty ops planner.”

todoroki, who is an asshole, looks relieved at her generous forgiveness for all of a second before she quirks a brow. “between the two of us, i only count one person who has actually spoken the words ‘shoot first, ask questions later’.”

“that was in a training simulation,” katsuki protests, outraged. “and you know damn well the actors were annoying as shit!”

“i did find them slightly too committed to the role,” todoroki concedes neutrally, which totally means she agrees with katsuki 100% and is being precious about it. katsuki scoffs.

“least the view’s decent.”

“the-“ todoroki starts, in weirdly confused tones, until she follows katsuki’s gaze outward and nods in understanding. “oh, the skyline. yes.”

what else katsuki could have meant she doesn’t fucking know: they’re sitting pretty in the middle of tokyo. the only thing the hellhole of a restaurant has going for it at this point is the cityscape.

todoroki stares out into the distance for a good long moment, and with the breeze her negligently loose hair whips this way and that, red and white blur where the two halves mingle. instinctively katsuki itches to braid it flat so it doesn’t tangle. if todoroki asked her she’d tell her to just cut her damn hair into a bob or something- it’s not like icyhot has any attachment to her princess hair, and she’s got the obnoxious bone structure to pull off any length. not that she’d mention this last part. or that she’s given it much thought. it’s just fucking obvious.

if todoroki could keep her mouth shut throughout the rest of the meal, it could be sort of nice. tokyo skyline, and companionable silence, and presumably edible food. worse ways to kill some time, and way less incriminating than anything that may be said otherwise.

“i think this is the part where we make small talk,” todoroki says instead, sadist that she definitely is, as katsuki grimaces feelingly her way.

“no, we don’t.”

“well, we don’t. but this is the part where we should.”

“i don’t even believe you can last a minute of small talk, icyhot.”

todoroki looks pensive, mismatched eyes thoughtful. “...how has your day been?”

“uneventful,” katsuki says, combative, and eyes her watch. todoroki does not give.

“this place seems nice.”

“you don’t even think that.”

“how have you been finding tokyo?”

“noisy.”

“the weather seems-”

“no.”

“you look nice.”

“you said that already, dumbass,” katsuki grunts, palms crackling with sweat, and does not at all read into the way todoroki makes a stupid little movement with her mouth that could ungenerously be interpreted as a pout.

“well, i meant it, so i’m saying it twice.”

“give it up, half ‘n half, just ask me about training.”

“...how is your training?”

“i did this thing yesterday,” katsuki starts, leaning back in her chair, and from then launches into a very technical and barely exaggerated retelling of the batshit insane stunt she pulled off with her quirk the day prior. todoroki’s focused attention is gratifying, in a totally platonic non-weird way- it’s just that her parents couldn’t very well follow why exactly said stunt was as insane as it is, but todoroki obviously can, and also there’s that thing with todoroki where pulling a reaction out of her ice queen act is admittedly more satisfying than most people. it has jack shit to do with the fact katsuki’s got a very minor complex about todoroki paying her her dues, and even if it did then that’s entirely fucking reasonable considering she still hasn’t forgiven her for the sports fest incident.

it is a little weird having todoroki’s sole focus on her outside of hero shit, though. it’s not like they really hang out one on one outside of school or work. it’s kind of- unnerving. yeah. unnerving, to be making prolonged eye contact, todoroki’s expression intent but not intense the way she gets in fight scenarios, frowning lightly because she has resting bitch face but apparently genuinely interested. it’s kind of a relief that todoroki asks questions- moves them safely into a conversation, so katsuki’s not just sitting there talking and sort of dry-throated. fucking waiter, leaving them water-less.

it’s fine. they talk about training, and quirks, and then todoroki pushes her hair behind her ears and leans forward to demonstrate on a small scale this thing she’s trying to do where she melts her ice and refreezes it in rapid succession so it causes what is essentially ice rain, but there’s logistics and shit that need to be worked out for it to work the way she’s thinking it might, and katsuki knows her thermal shit so they start scrawling maths over the napkins, and then bicker over the finer points of first year chemistry, so when the food actually arrives to interrupt them todoroki’s startled blink is weirdly relatable, like she also forgot where they were.

the waiter’s there and gone before they’re really recovered from the brief misplacement, which katsuki registers only when she looks down at her empty glass.

“goddamnit- how hard is it to bring us water?”

“they only offer sparkling,” todoroki says, gravely, then outpaces katsuki’s disgust by placing her hand over her glass, ice rising before she switches hands and melts it down. “tell me if the temperature’s off.”

intensely mollified and trying not to look it, katsuki sips it. “’s fine.”

“okay,” todoroki says, faintly pleased, and tilts her head to look down at her food. “i have no idea what any of this is.”

“moron,” katsuki snorts, except it comes out way fonder than it has any rights to, and from beneath the convenient curtain of hair todoroki’s smiling a little, so she hastily stabs a frog leg and gets to eating before anyone gets any ideas.

the actual meal goes okay-ish. most of the stuff todoroki ordered is extremely pretentious french cuisine, and todoroki secretly has the culinary adventurousness of a five year old, so it befalls katsuki to impatiently attempt every dish and pronounce it edible before todoroki will deign to brave it. she’s still trying to bully an unyielding todoroki into attempting the weird bird soup thing when there’s commotion nearby. it takes the both of them approximately three seconds to spring into work-mode; katsuki’s on her feet poised for a fight before she’s even consciously thought about it, scanning her peripherals, and she doesn’t even need to look to feel todoroki unconsciously covering her back, cool sting of air signalling her quirk at the ready.

the commotion turns out just to be some old dumbass choking, relaxing them both out of their stances as she falls back to let todoroki ahead. they’re both uber-qualified for first aid shit, but she’s self-aware enough to know even todoroki’s bland reassurances are usually preferred to her bedside manner. unfortunately, the whole entourage seems to be braindead, because they’re all crowding the old guy in a panic while he chokes, his wife in shrieking hysterics.

“oh, my god, he’s choking! he’s choking! sugar-plum, stay with me!”

“fuck me,” katsuki mutters, unethically thinking that she would personally prefer choking to being married to someone who calls her sugar-plum, but todoroki’s pushing ahead with implacable calm, so she trudges after her anyways.

“excuse me. excuse me. i need access to your husband.”

“who are you? don’t touch him! help! get this woman off my husband!” wailing hysteric yells, bosom heaving dramatically. katsuki is starting to suspect she poisoned him on purpose or some shit, because no way does anyone talk like that in real life.

“she’s a fucking qualified first aid provider, lady, shut up and let her through!”

thankfully, the woman seems on the verge of an outrage aneurysm, which drags her focus away from suffocating her choking husband to dramatically pointing at katsuki long enough for todoroki to duck past her and reach the guy as he turns purple.

“how dare you speak to me that way? who do you think you are?”

“ma,” chinless moron number one says, clearing his throat. “i think that’s one of those future pros from TV.”

“what?”

“you know, ma,” chinless moron number two adds, glancing nervously between them. “the one that explodes things. you know. from UA.”

katsuki takes great pleasure in watching recognition dawn in the old cow’s beady eyes, but in any event there’s a hacking noise and then the old man’s coughing out a bone into his plate as todoroki steps noiselessly back from the table.

“he’s fine now. enjoy your dinner.”

“god, that was gross,” katsuki says, as they ignore the woman’s sputtering and return to their seats. todoroki tilts her head.

“not really. if he’d thrown up it would have been.”

“not the choking guy,” katsuki scoffs, casting a glance back his way. “his wife. talk about theatrics.”

“she seemed more afraid of us than her husband dying.”

“for good reason,” katsuki mutters darkly, spreading out in her chair. “i hate civilians.”

“i don’t think she recognised us,” todoroki counters, pensive, and absent-mindedly takes a bite of the weird soup before she screws her face up like a betrayed kid. “oh. you didn’t say it was sweet.”

the look on her face thoroughly distracts katsuki from asking what other reason the pearl-clutcher could possibly have to be so terrified at the mere sight of them; instead, she chokes back a laugh, stifling a grin. “what are you, five?”

“i don’t think i like this,” todoroki says, mournful, which makes katsuki grin harder. she can’t help it- todoroki looking stupid is her kryptonite.

“then don’t pick a restaurant where you can’t read the menu, next time.”

todoroki’s midway to looking up, but for some reason her expression transforms instantaneously, which makes katsuki reflexively try to quash her amusement. todoroki always gets weird when she’s smiling.

“next time?”

motherfuck. obviously she didn’t mean next time like next time, she meant next time like- hypothetically, in the future, when todoroki’s on a lunch date with someone else. a lunch non-date. she’s just about stopped sputtering furiously long enough to try and express this sentiment when it occurs to her that todoroki seems- pleased, one eye soft sky-blue when katsuki accidentally meets it, and that draws her up short long enough that she ends up just muttering lamely to herself. fucking todoroki.

on the heels of this utter embarrassment, she downs the rest of her water, scowls in a neat 180 at everything in sight, and wonders for the first time in her life how the fuck extras get through dates. not that this is one.

it’s fine. they’re done eating, and no one’s died, and katsuki is no longer fifteen and thus mostly trusts her ego to lick its wounds and recover from the ordeal. even if they stick around for desert that’s only another half hour of this to endure. as long as todoroki doesn’t make any sudden moves they’ll be fine.

...the problem is, of course, that sudden moves are todoroki’s modus operandi. katsuki has not forgotten the bitch calling them friends on national television in the same breath that she was vociferously denying them being anything of the sort. in todoroki’s fucked up brain, they’re always ten steps ahead of whatever they actually are- considering katsuki’s come around to privately acknowledging she’d take a couple more stakes through the gut for the asshole, in todoroki’s world they're practically hitched.

platonically. platonically practically hitched. this is not a thing, goddamnit. no matter the weird looks aizawa’s been giving them, or utsushimi’s nefarious schemes, or the alarming cardiopulmonary condition katsuki’s been developing of late. she’s not some shitty yuri protagonist pining over the nearest female bishōnen in her vicinity.

admittedly if she was to pine over anyone it sure as fuck wouldn’t be some guy, but that’s besides the point, since pretty damn near every person on earth is just some guy by her standards, regardless of gender. the fact that todoroki is not one of said people is entirely irrelevant.

her internal irritation is so distracting that she misses the tremors nearby until entirely too late, by which point todoroki’s stupidly perfect brows raise an incremental fraction and she goes: ‘oh’.

when todoroki goes ‘oh’, some shit is about to go down.

katsuki turns slowly with an impending sense of doom, and sure enough, the sight that greets her is so nightmarish she seriously reconsiders whether the entire day has been just that.

“don’t freak out,” a giant building-sized deku booms, apologetically, as his hideous giant face stares at them. “it’s just a quirk thing.”

it’s probably a good thing katsuki has gone speechless with outrage, since it permits todoroki’s constantly composed ass to ask useful questions katsuki probably would have coated in a fair amount more threats and cursing.

“midoriya. i didn’t know you were in tokyo.”

“well, i wasn’t meant to be,” deku says/booms like a foghorn, as the restaurant clientele shrieks and stampedes behind them. his sheepish expression is even more punchable when magnified. “it’s a long story. it’s almost sorted out now, though. i just saw you guys from over at the NPA office and thought i’d come ask if you maybe wouldn’t mind lending a hand? i wouldn’t ask but there’s going to be a lot of cleanup and your quirks would be really helpful to-”

“we’ll do it as long as you shut the fuck up,” katsuki yells, to cut him off, massaging her temples. “the monologuing’s bad enough when you’re not about to burst my fucking eardrums, jackass.”

“oh, sorry! i’m trying to be very quiet but this body’s just hard to get used to- thank you so much for helping, i didn’t mean to come bother you on break...”

“it’s fine,” todoroki says, and then seems to realise that her monotone doesn’t reach midoriya’s giant-ass ears and clears her throat, raising her voice to a shout. “it’s fine. let me go deal with the bill and then we’ll go.”

“sorry?” midoriya whisper-shouts, craning his monstrous head closer to them, the sight of which will haunt katsuki for the rest of her life. “i can’t hear what you’re saying!”

“she said she’s going to go pay for our nice fucking lunch,” katsuki hollers, with no small sense of satisfaction, as deku winces and todoroki slinks off. “since you want to come crashing it like a dipshit.”

“sorry, kacchan!” deku begs off, flapping hand gestures creating enough wind to knock over a nearby umbrella stand. “i just thought it would be a lot of help if you came to oversee the fall-out- especially with the building damage-”

“we’re good,” todoroki announces, to katsuki, apparently having given up on matching her in decibels. she’s got that classic hero look on her face, already in work mode, but just when katsuki’s about to do the same and jump into action, the look wavers a little and she frowns vaguely awkwardly. “thanks for doing lunch.”

“huh?” katsuki stutters, thrown, and then scowls at nothing in particular, stalling. todoroki’s the one who paid, albeit indirectly- it’s typically weird of her to be all formal about it all of a sudden, leaving katsuki to attempt to wriggle them out of the awkwardness of the moment. “i didn’t do shit except show up and eat, weirdo.”

“it’s been abnormally hard to show up and eat in the circumstances,” todoroki replies, a little wryly, and more concerningly a little resigned sounding. which is just unnatural, because todoroki may have expanded her range of emotions considerably since first year but resignation is not on her usual roster, and there’s nothing to be resigned about unless she had some kind of vested interest in this whole fiasco playing out any better than it did.

which she didn’t, obviously. katsuki’s been through this. she chose the nearest possible venue and rocked up in jeans and a t-shirt, and- and why is the fact that todoroki never dresses so normally out of class only now occurring to her, again?

she’d said ‘i think this is the part where we do small talk’. the part of what?

“yeah, whatever,” katsuki says, automatically, as her brain plays catch-up, which is the excuse she will forever stick to for what leaves her mouth next. “should have known you’d be a lousy date.”

todoroki goes ‘what?’ at the same moment deku does, ten times louder and more bug-eyed, which reminds katsuki that 1) deku is still there, 2) deku is still as big as his martyr complex, and 3) deku is the fucking worst, and allowing him to trap her into friendship is somehow responsible for this, she’s sure of it.

“can we go handle this fucking mess or what?” katsuki snaps, instead of screaming or breaking deku’s very large nose or maybe self-immolating in abject humiliation, hands erupting into explosions as she jumps onto the balcony railing. maybe if she throws herself headfirst into the debris she’ll concuss herself and turn amnesiac.

“um,” deku is saying, when she turns a withering glare his way. “um, yes! yes! yeah! let’s go do that!”

so she jumps skywards, explosions blasting her high into the air, and very scrupulously does not look towards the sounds of slick ice forming just behind her until todoroki skates into her peripheral vision, hair waving flag-like behind her. ahead there’s a building with a crater clean through it where deku must have erupted from, though when she turns to comment she finds him a fair deal behind them, lumbering pace slowed further as he avoids stepping on anyone or anything along the streets. instead her eyes lock on todoroki’s where the latter is staring at her, face unreadable, and she bristles hard enough to disrupt trajectory, correcting course rapidly before she plummets into an office.

“what?”

“i’m a lousy date,” todoroki repeats, neutrally, over the wind. katsuki grits her teeth.

“and what about it?”

she’s bracing for a lot, but not the horrible, sickening eye-crinkle thing todoroki does, dark eye twinkling even as her expression stays carefully impassive. “you think you can do better, then?”

“hah?”

“next time,” todoroki intones, very precisely, and then dips ahead like a complete coward as katsuki goes a color never previously visible to the human eye, sifting through about fifteen emotions before she decides to stick to outrage.

“what the hell? you suck at asking people out, icyhot!”

“you don’t have to say yes.”

“what, you think i can’t do better than this mess? you’re on, asshole.”

“i look forward to it,” todoroki says, gravely, and then there’s a collapsed building to handle and shit to do and if anyone wants to ask why katsuki is so especially gleeful in blowing shit up they wisely keep their mouths shut. she just likes the job, all right.

(for the record, it’s still not a date until katsuki says it is.)

#qui repond #qui ecrit #anon #prompts #tdbk #todobaku #fem todobaku #fem todo #fem baku

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scarletwidowaf · 3 years

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Ghost Of You - chapter 3

A/N: i think that at this point, me being to lazy and tired to fix grammer and mistakes became a part of the story. Also im very sorry for the angst, im kinda winging it but hopefully stuff will be less painful soon 😅

The beautiful art is by the incredible @chloroformcandles ! Go check her works! Im honestly obsessed and even used her art as icons on both of my scarletwidow blogs.

Warnings: angst of course, mention of death (obviously)

Words count: 1391

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Ever since wanda joined the avengers she was trained in hand to hand combat.

Its not like she actually needed it, she always thought to herself and said it multiple times to the other female avenger and trainer, but Natasha always raised her eyebrow at her and smiled cockily at her in return.

One of wanda's favorite training sessions with natasha was when they were on the run. Steve Insisted they'll keep training as much as they can, even more than they used to as avengers. Natasha agreed, wanda did too but it didn't stop her from complaining every morning when the two women were already panting before the crack of down.

"You're too slow"

Natasha said, her hands holding the younger girl down on training mat.

Wanda tried to push the shorter woman down but with no use, natasha was small yet her grip was strong and her steady firm.

It was amazing that even when they were training and sweaty natasha still managed to look painfully hot. The older women smelled like vanilla and sweat and wanda had to admit that it wasn't a bad combination.

"Well its 5 am natasha, I'm barley even awake" she joked,.

wanda could see natasha holding back her smile. It was funny, really, that Natasha could hold the best poker face and go undercover without a hiss and without ever getting caught, but couldn't contain her smile when it comes to the younger woman.

"So lets make a deal, maximoff. If you can pin me down to the mat i will get you the coffee you like from the coffee down the street"

Wanda smiled.

"They do have a great coffee.. " she said. Natasha agreed, she liked their coffee and she liked the satisfied smile on wanda's face after she takes the first sip.

"I still don't see a reason for us to train combat" wanda grumble out. Natasha smiled at her and wanda's heart skipped a bit.

The younger woman knew she was getting into a dangerous zone with Natasha, but she couldn't help herself.

"I just gave you a reason maximoff. Im 5'3. If you cant take me down what would you do with stronger, bigger, rougher opponent?"

Natasha raised her eyebrow and moved to get up.

Natasha stood and held her hand out to the younger woman.

"You say that wasn't rough, romanoff?" Wanda asked faking annoyance.

"Barely" natasha smirked.

Wanda took the older girl's hand and got up as well.

"I will get that coffee" wanda said.

"Bring it on"

Natasha's smile was dangerously hot.

That was the problem about Natasha Romanoff, wanda knew that no mattar when, or at what situation, the older woman's smile will have a power over her, just like Natasha had.

And that was the only thought that crossed in wanda's mind when the two sat on wanda's bed in her crappy London apartment.

Its been a week since natasha came back and the two did their best to try and understand the circumstances they were in.

The good news were, that Natasha could come and go as she pleases.

wanda didn't knew where she was going when she left and natasha didn't say.

It could be counted as bad news as well.

At the few times when the two womem got frustrated, natasha would've leave, wanda would've cry and then natasha would come back and sit next to her, as close as she can.

The truth was that wanda missed being close to natasha, she was happy to have her around, to talk to her and hear her voice, but she missed her touch and her smell and having her around was getting painful.

Sometimes Wanda wanted to hug her and sob about everything.

And natasha wanted to be able to hold her, and hold her hand.

They missed each other, and sometimes it was too hard for them to be so close to each other without being able to touch.

"I went trough Agetha's book again" wanda finally said. Natasha put down the book she was reading, another novel wanda never heard of.

Wanda couldn't help her envy, because the book was something natasha could touch and hold and wanda wasn't.

"And?" Natasha said.

"I found something but i dont know how to perform it."

She confessed.

"Maybe we can go to someone who might know. Strange maybe?" Natasha said

"I dont think thats a good idea.. Ive been avoiding the other avengers ever since westview" she admitted

"Was it that bad?"

"Its just complicated. I brought vision back for awhile, well, kind of"

Natasha looked at her quietly encouraging her to continue

"I could bring him back but only there, i build these perfect life in there, nat, i had a family and a house and everything was so normal even when it wasn't"

"Why wasn't it perfect?"

"Because as real as it felt it was all a big lie. An illusion"

"Were you happy?"

Natasha asked.

"Yes" wanda admitted. Natasha smiled sadly.

"Then in was worth it, in a way" the older girl said.

"You weren't there" wanda said after a few moments.

The younger woman got up from bed. She wasn't able to sit still or look into the other woman eyes.

"I guess a part of your consensus knew that if I would've been there it wouldn't be perfect" natasha said sadly and got up as well.

"I doubt that there's any reality, fake or real one, that I wouldn't have been in love with you" natasha continued and wanda felt wetness on her cheeks. She was crying.

Natasha stood a few steps away from wanda, she didn't want to get too close and overwhelm the crying girl, but she couldn't stay away neither.

"I'm sorry nat"

"For what?" Natasha asked confused.

"For bringing you back. I just missed you so much and i was selfish.

I guess you were wrong natasha, I'm not a good person"

"I missed you too, every single day in the last 5 years."

Wanda looked up. Her eyes catching natasha's red ones.

Both women were crying. Natasha's cheeks were stained and her eyes were red, yet she was holding herself together pretty well. Probably as as a result of years of holding things inside and making her feelings.

"I blamed clint, you know?" Wanda confessed.

"We had a fight after i found out you were dead. I blamed him for not keeping you safe, and then left. I didn't spoke to him since then"

Wanda catch a glimpse of Natasha's book on the bed and wondered if the lead characters got their happy ending.

Natasha sigh, her hands massaging her temple.

"I dont know what they told you wanda. But i chose to jump. I could've let clint jump"

"You're lying, clint said-"

"That i had no other choice? Knowing him figured its better you wont know that, so you wouldn't be mad at me for doing that."

the two women were so close to each other that wanda could imagine natasha's hot breath and vanilla scent.

Natasha could see the small freckles on the younger girl's nose.

"You want to know why I don't deserve to go to heaven? Wanda" Natasha asked.

Wanda wiped her own tears.

"Why?"

"I'm selfish.

I could've let clint jump but i knew that I couldn't live with the burden and the pain so i left him to live with it instead.

I could let the world stay how it was after the snap, but I didn't. Not because I'm the honorable person you think i am, but because of you. I wanted you to get the life that you deserve."

Natasha smiled bitterly and gestured with her hands to the room they were in.

Wanda wanted to respond but couldn't. Her throat was dry and her head was aching.

"I should go" natasha said and before wanda could protest the older woman was gone and she was alone again.

After a few minutes of crying the witch took a few breath to calm herself down, before she went to her nightstand and took out a disposable cell phone.

"You're not selfish natasha, i am." She whispered.

The young witch typed a few digits and held the phone to her ear.

After a few rings she heard a familiar voice.

"Hey agnes, i need your help"

#natasha romanoff #black widow #wanda maximoff #scarlet witch #scarlet widow #wandanat #wanda x nat #wanda x natasha #natasha x wanda

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violetnotez · 4 years

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How about Tamaki Amajiki with a shy, introvert, nerdy S/O who's studying to become a entomologist (someone who studies butterflies and moths?)

Tamaki x reader

⤷ Genre: Fluff

⤷ Word Count: 2300+

⤷ Warnings: mild cursing

⤷ Synopsis: Tamaki is more than happy spend the day with his s/o at butterfly conservatory, since butterflies and moths are their passion. It’s just such a strange world to him, and he’s pretty nervous about it-especially when the bugs seem to take a liking to his hair

This fic is for the @bnhabookclub Bingo Event! Here’s my masterlist to see all my work for this event!

Bingo Slot: Hair Playing

This is my first one shot with little Amajiki, so sorry if it’s not very good! I lowkey wrote all this at 1 in the morning, so I honestly have no idea what sleep deprived me came up with 😂💀

Also I’m in mobile and at work so I can’t add a “Read More” 😭 I’ll try to get to it when I’m at home!

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You gasped, your eyes blown out of sockets as you looked around at the garden. The smile you were sporting in your cheeks was uncontainable-there we’re just so many butterflies.

They fluttered to and fro like little fairies, each one having a different wing design and a different color. They were so beautiful, so delicate, their wings creating a symphony of small sounds as they fluttered on to the available flowers and trees.

You mind instantly began to pinpoint the different species, the little bodies so used to humans that they were zooming across your own as if you were apart of the forest yourself.

There was a monarch, a painted lady, red admiral, orange sulphur-

“Do-do you like it?”

Tamaki was watching you nervously, his voice nervous as his eyes trained on your shocked face.

He knew how much you loved butterflies and moths, something he had learned about you very early on in your relationship. You had a special bond with the creatures, always researching and learning about new species each day.

After he had learned about this conservatory after you had talked about wanting to go, he knew instantly he had to buy tickets for you to go. He had made a surprise until now, your complete silence making him nervous.

Maybe you didn’t want to go here? Maybe he heard you wrong?

“Oh Tama, it’s-it’s amazing,” you breathed out, your smile evident in your voice, “its perfect,”

You grabbed his hand tenderly, your digits softly gracing the pads of his flesh. Tamaki gulped, a blush evident in his face-he still wasn’t used to this whole relationship, it was honestly scary to him, but-it felt nice. He loved having your skin against his, almost a reminder that none of this was a dream and in fact real.

Now that he could breathe a sigh of relief, he let himself melt into your touch, a nervous smile gracing his lips.

He had to admit it, this place was really breathtaking. The trees were incredibly tall, almost as tall as a whole house, the canopies dropping down as if protecting the butterflies from the outside world. The flowers decorating the floor were bright and colorful like confetti, matching the multiple colors of the butterflies. The damp dirt was sweet, making the whole conservatory smell like the earth after a rainstorm. Everything about this place felt pure and peaceful, making Tamaki feel more at ease.

You squeezed your nervous boyfriend’s hand, turning to look at his adorably shy expression.

“Cmon Tama,” you cooed sweetly, “lets go explore-“

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Now you were sitting on the floor with Amajiki, both your legs crossed casually. You had your phone out, giggling softly as you took pictures of the shy boy.

“Geez Tamaki, I didn’t know you were such a butterfly whisperer,” you giggled, taking another round of pictures of him.

He arms were stretched out along his body, a squirming expression on his face as he tried not to move. Amajiki had to have at least 10 butterflies on each of his arm, not including the ones fluttering on his chest and head, the butterflies somehow all crowding on to him.

“I-I didn’t know-either,” he stuttered out.

He looked so sweet like this, trying hard not to disturb the little creatures on his body.

You smiled again at the boy, settling into the floor as you peered into his indigo blue eyes.

“Do you know what it means when a butterfly lands on you?” You asked quietly, a small smile on your lips.

“No-I dont,” Tamaki stared at you, his eyes wide. “What does it mean?”

You leaned in to him, looking at each butterfly with warmth and affection.

“Well honestly, there’s a lot of interpretations-some say it means transformation and growth, a sign you're discovering your inner wisdom. In dreams, it can mean you're on the right track about a decision, or just good luck.”

You smiled, giving him an embarrassed look.

“Sorry, you probably don’t want to hear me ramble-“

“It’s okay, you can talk about them,”” he interjected, taking care to not move his jaw too much in order to not scare the butterflies. “I think its-it’s....sweet, that you know so much,”

Tamaki was blushing, his cheeks tinged with red. He would be completely embarrased to admit it out loud but-he absolutely loved to hear you talk. You were usually shy and kept to yourself, but when ever you got passionate about something and just rambled, it was-well-nice. He could almost get a glimpse into your mind, seeing how the ideas just flowed through you and created such interesting thoughts. It was intoxicating to Tamaki, and he could never get enough of it.

“Do-do you know what this one is?” he asked timidly, his eyes trained on a beautiful red butterfly with an inky black trim.

“Oh, that one?” you cooed, leaning in slightly towards the little bug. “Thats a red admiral- red butterflies usually symbolize intense love and passion, so sometimes its associated with lovers,”

“Do-do you like those ones? The red?” he asked. His arms were beginning to feel tired frm keeping the butterflies up comfortably, but the ticklish feeling of their beatiing wings took some of the sting off his aching limbs.

You shrugged your shoulders, a carefree smile on your lips.

“I think they’re beautiful,” you said, “but they have alot of bad associated with them. Like some myths from Scotland say a red butterfly is a witch in disguise. Or from Korea, they say that if you touch a red butterfly and then touch your eye, you’ll evetnually go blind.”

Tamaki gulped, his inky blue eyes wide.

“Well thats a little-intense,” he stammered.

You giggled at his obivous shock, your nose scrunched so so adorably Tamaki felt his heart squeeze.

“Yeah just a litle,” you smiled softly.

Your hand reached out, Tamaki watching your every move as you delictely picked up an orange butterfly, its design swirling with black an white.

“This one- is one of my favorites,” you mused, your eyes drinking in lovingly the little orange creature.

Tamaki sucked in a deep breath, letting it out slowly.

“It-its beautiful,”

You simply nodded, a sweet smile on your face as you watched the butterfly flutter on your pointer.

“This is a monarch-I pretty sure you’ve seen it before,”

Tamaki hummed in agreement-come to think of it, he had learned about his butterfly. He had only vaguely seen it in grade school, maybe in one of the science books he had read in class, but he had never seen it up close.

It was so beautiful, the orange so vibrant yet gentle, the black design looing almost handpainted-perfectly and imperfectly created by Nature’s own hands.

“I think these are absolutely beautiful, but what I really like is the folklore behind them.”

“In Mexico, many pople believe that the monarch migration are actually souls from the Land of the Dead that visit each year during the Fall season. They decorate their altars, and even sometimes dress up as them to help the souls come back to earth and visit their loved ones.”

You gazes at the little creature, your eyes full of admiration aad affection.

“It just-sounds so sweet ya know? That all these people wait for these little guys, and feel so mucch hope and love for them, because they’re a promise that their love never truly dies,”

Tamakki smiled timiidly at the little monarch-how could he tell you that thats exactly how he felt aout you?

You were his little monarch- he had waiting for someone like you to come into his life, to be a promise that everything was going to be okay. That any insecurity or problem he felt he had with himself wasnt so bad as he thought it was- to give him hope that in the future things would turn out okay. He was terrfied some days that your love was all just a fantasy, that maybe, for some reason, you didnt truly love him like he did and you were just dating him out of pity. It was hard for him to get out of those very low stupors, when he felt like he had no worth, but rememebring your smile and your voice and they way you said “I love you” to him made him realize it was all in his head- that your love for each other was real. You were his promose that love was true and never just went away.

You looked up at Tamaki, your soft smile turning into a surpressed chuckle. Somehow when you had been talking about the monarchs, even more butterflies had landed on Tamaki, making hard to even see the color of his shirt now.

“Tama, do you need some help?” you giggled, looking att he doting man with wide innocent eyes.

Tamaki blinked a few times, waking himself up frm his daze-did that many butterflies land on him?

The ache on his arms seemed to get even worse, making his muscles quiver from the effort.

He gulped, a shy grin on his face.

“Y-yes, thatd be nice,” he said, loving how sweet your giggles sounded.

You began to gently help Tamaki say goodbye to his new found friends, tapping gently on his arm to send vibrations that would make the butterflies stutter away. Some were a little more determined, making you have to take it off his shirt by placing it on your finger and gently blowing on it to make it fly off.

All your gentle prodding was making Tamaki blush intensely- he honestly loved your touches, but he was always too nervous to say so.

He simply sat there, relishing the feeling of your skin against his clothing as the dull ache in his arms began to wash away.

Afer a few minutes of prodding, you finally gave a sigh.

“Alright, I think thats the most of them-just now for your hair…”

There were a few butterflies perched in his inky locks, making their colorful wings stand out even more in the almost black landscape of his tresses.

You reached out, your hands beginning to rack against his hair, lifting the strands gently in order to get the butterflies to melt away from his body.

Poor Tamaki’s face began to heat up intensely- this was something he absolutely adored. Whenever you burshed, combed, or even just touched his hair, he instantly felt at ease. His whole body felt warmed up with a bubbly sensation, and butterflies filled his stomach (no pun intended).

He sighed in content, his long black lashes fluttering downward- he could honestly sleep right here, with you touching his hair so soothingly as the butterflies beat their gentle wings in the background.

You definitely noticed that little sigh, a small chuckle escaping your lips.

“You like it when I touch your hair Tama?” you asked sweetly, your heart swelling when you see Tamaki’s cheeks look so warm.

God-why was your boyfriend so adorably cute?

I-uh-uh yes I do,” he stuttered out,clearly sheepish, “could-could you keep touching me-like that?”

You grinned softly, your hands wracking into his hair even more,

God, you could scream with joy right now. Your boyfriend rarey asked for touches, unless he was extremely tired or distraught- it took alot for him to admit he wanted any type of touches, and in public too. He must feel so calm in this moment, and you couldnt be more happy for him. Your heart swelled,a strange sensation of wanting to just kiss him taking over your body.

“Sure thing,” you whispered, your digits caressing his locks. You two sat in complete and comfortable silence, Tamaki focusing on your every touch while you simply relished playing through his har, twisting and brushing the inky black locks.

Amaki felt so at peace it was almost nervewracking-all of this felt like a dream, and he was scared that if he opened his eyes, he would wake up to nothignness. You wouldnt be there, the butterflies would disapperear, and his whole world would no longer be decorated in colors but in meek grays. You were his eveything to him, and he couldnt let you go.

Tamaki gulped, his brows knitted downi n conflict.

“Y/n I-is this a dream?”

You gave a short giggle, finding the comment quite adorable.

“No, sweetie, it isnt-why do you ask?”

“Because-this feels-it feels to good to be real.”

You faltered slightly from touching his hair, your fingers stopping in their tracks.

Too good to be real?

“Tama, I-” you tried to ask gently, but Amajiki beat you to your words. His eyes fluttered open, his hand reaching for your wrist and bringing it downwards, holding it close to his chest.

Y/n, youre-youre my marposa,” he stated, his voice almost forceful, as if he was trying to convince you of his words. “Youre my promise of love. Please-I know it doesnt make much sense but-but you mean everything to me, and I, terrified that of this is-”

Tamaki words were muffled against your lips, your flesh pressed up gently against his own. He tensed up slightly, his body full of shock until he finally succumbed to it, his cheeks on fire as he melted into you.

You pulled away from the stuttering boy, a blissful smile on your lips.

“-fake?” you finished his sentence, “Did that feel fake to you Tamaki?”

The boy didnt know what to do-his whole body felt like it was on overdrive, his skin feeling tingly and warm and shivers crawling deliciously down his back.

Only you could make his nervousness feel exhelirating, and he drank up every minute of being so intimate with you.

N-no,” he stammered, his eyes watching as you smiled at him, your head cocked towards your shoulder.

“You have nothing to worry about-Ill always be right here with you,” you tenderly grabbed for the boy’s hand, your fingers dancing lazily against his digits.

“Youre my promise too”

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thoughtfulpaperback · 3 years

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CHARMED 03X10 REVIEW!!!!SPOILERS AHEAD!!!!!

GENERAL THOUGHTS

Well Damn! This episode was far from perfect, but as far as excitement and moving the plot forward it sure enough stepped up from the last two episodes. Solid 9/10 for me.

Some things to note though are as thus follows:

We might now know who made the Tomb of Chaos and why, but we still don't know how the heck the monsters started getting out in the first place. They could just go the route of the whole fiasco last season (magic dying) caused it but that would mean there is not big bad for this storyline and we'd have to fall back on Abby's storyline for one. Unless the Perfecti are gonna become a problem which they definitely have the potential for.

The writers still can write a solid explanation for how magic works in this world. Josefina obviously is a witch or some magical being (even if she doesn't have a "main" power like telekinesis) proven by the fact she can create spells and apparently is affected by the charmed ones magical allergy. But arguably last season mortals/non magical beings were able to harness magic through combined magical elements and science so maybe anyone can use magic???

The lore is still messy as heck and the effects and vibe still feel more alien/sci-fi than magical. The tallness and the look of the perfecti are giving me star trek realness.

Anyways onto my dislikes ⏭

DISLIKES

1) Effects for Macy's Powers

Last time I mentioned that they changed the special effects for Macy's telekinesis, some of y'all suggested that it was only the force field or magical slow down/motion freeze that had a blue effect. This episode disproved that as Macy threw the dagger and used her powers to push the dagger forward with more force. The effect was blue and again I hate it.

Season 2 motion stop was a whole different color and looked different than this sort of blue force effect. I stand by what I said previously it feels more sci-fi than fantasy and I am vehement against that shift in vibe

2) The writers don't think well clock them for the board?

So the witch board has been programed to find rifts now and we didn't get to see that? I mean Harry said he figured out the calculations to predict where they'd be but not that the board could be programed to figure it out. I mean that would have been a nice feature the episode after he figured it out....I mean come one I know six days have passed but a quick line at least bringing attention to the new feature would be nice.

3) this lore is messy AF

Ya'll i think maybe I need to give up hope that the writers will ever make any of this make sense, but like okay so far we have a source of all magic that apparently isn't affected by a magical tree that -when tainted- can cause magic to die. And now we have advance ancient magic and magical tribes which predate charmed ones. So why are there different lines of charmed ones and when did they come about and why were they needed? Also magical tribes organizing enough to giving up magic to create basically magic AIs to lock up big bads, but apparently in enough chaos to have the problem???? That suggests maybe a time before the chaos of thier were organize tribes. Maybe chaos is subjective here?

Also as far as canon goes, apparently the source of all magic can give people powers (macy got all the powers when she took on the source) and we don't know what the heck happened with that since they used it to fix the tree. Like I'm sure it didn't just go away since it is the source of all fricken magic. Maybe they should look into that or Let Josefina try spending quality time with the tree and some black amber since they cured it.....just saying.

Also I guess the whole consequences for using magic for personal gain is 100% gone because I think self-medicating with your powers would fall under that category.

LIKES

1) Hacy moments that both cure depression and remind me that there are still issues afoot.

I love me those hacy scenes where they support and care for each other as a couple. I awwed, but it looks like Harry got a taste of that mortal life and won't be letting go of it as a possibility, while Macy looked a bit off put by the idea of what mortality for Harry might mean. So there is the promise of some drama in the future.

I love whitelighter Harry. I think that since the show is really shifting vibes Harry's whitelighter status and abilities (which still are vague tbh) still tether it to the OG or at least the idea of it being in the vein of the OG Charmed. If there are no more whitelighters at all then I feel like they might as well have renamed it and or just as easily have it be a different show completely. I hold onto the idea that that fantasy feeling and demons/whitelighters were the core of What made charmed (the og) charmed. So I am glad Harry hasn't permanently lost his powers and hope he never will. I mean the book of shadows had a spell that took away immortality without taking away powers-as seen in season 1- I mean macy used it along with a voodoo spell. The writers mean to tell me that Macy can't remember and rewrite a spell she used but Mel can recreate the book of shadows and possible spells we've never seen them use?!?!?

2) Pacing and energy

I dont know about yall, but the last few episodes weren't very exciting and some felt like they dragged on without moving the plot along. This epsiode was actually quick paced and I felt there were actual stakes here.

3) the messages

Love anytime a show advocates for people getting help with thier mental/emotional health. Love that the show hasn't said that Josefina isn't a witch without powers, love that they are pushing the message of not needing to prove what she is to anyone.

EPISODE HIGHLIGHTS

So the Board detects rifts now...

Maggie forgetting the Marble

Mel being the new Harry as far as overprotective of Josefina and her "readiness"

Dagger dripping green ooze

Perfecti coming through the portal

"I am never gonna stop fighting for you..."

Perfecti coming in to solve all the problems

#the cw charmed #charmed spoilers #hacy #harry greenwood #charmed reboot #harry x macy #macy vaughn #charmed cw #macy x harry #charmed remake #cw charmed #charmed 2018 spoilers #charmed 2018 #mel vera #maggie vera

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morwensteelsheen · 3 years

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farawyn and borodred for the ship ask game thing?

thank you so much!! :)

okay i’ll start with borodred because for some unfathomable reason i actually got there first —

1. What made you ship it?

One of my favourite Types of ships is the Elder Statesmen Of War-type set-ups, where it’s less about people brought together through theatrical romantic gestures and more about the steadiness of people who are going through similar (immensely difficult) circumstances, who know that in their hearts they’re always going to put their duty to that cause first, but still seek out human comfort in other people who will understand what their priorities are and why.

I think there’s also a lot of similarities about the kind of helplessness they both face despite having this tremendous innate strength. Both of them still have to deal with family dynamics that are complex (made more complex by the war) and that can’t be fixed just by their own sheer will power; both of them die these utterly unnecessary deaths (not that death makes a ship but I think in this instance it actually points to the constant tragedy these guys face); and both of them are meant to be the principal figures of their families and people and are ultimately sidelined by the cruel mechanisations of war and the forward march of history or whatever wanky term there is for it — my apologies to ep thompson's ghost, dont haunt me bro.

Plus there’s obviously the interesting thread raised when Faramir starts bitching about Gondor and likens Gondor (and by very explicit extension, Boromir) to Rohan. That always made me go ‘Hmmmmmm, wonder what else Boromir liked about Rohan,’ lmao.

Anyways for me the ship is the equivalent of Star Wars’ Kanan and Hera or (my OTP to end all others) Luke and Wedge, just people getting by on love and duty and without big ol fancy romance.

2. What are your favorite things about the ship?

The fanon, I think, really makes it, as with so many other LOTR ships. battlefield manners, by themightypen is essentially the definitive take for me on them — these two guys who are just so fucking exhausted, man, but still overcome by defensive love for their families, even if their (foster-)siblings are naïve fools. That I just love, love, love. Plus I think they’re unique for their ability to pretty comfortable explore the relationship between Gondor & Rohan in advance of the Ring War without having to stray too far into AU, which I always appreciate.

3. Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

Not really, tbh, except in that I don’t think Boromir is necessarily as laddy as people like to portray him. I’m happy to play into it in, say, my modern AUs because I think that’s a fun and sweet niche for him, but I am a bit 🤪 about Boromir as this kind of reckless, drunken playboy (not least because I think that’s a much funnier niche for Faramir to fill, at least when he’s younger). Chapter Four of Swaddledog’s Hearts and Minds gets my preferred Boromir characterisation absolutely spot on, I think.

And now, sigh, the ultimate OTP, Farawyn —

1. What made you ship it?

For starters, I think I am obsessed with Éowyn in a way I’ve never quite been obsessed with any other fictional character. I came to reading LOTR at this moment in my life where I was intensely frustrated about everything — trapped inside permanently (helplessly!) because of the pandemic, just starting a new political organisation that I truly believed in but that was still making me feel like shit, facing down an untenable about of work, and, fundamentally, really, really hating being a woman and what that means. And along comes Éowyn, who is bitter, who is cold, who is ANGRY, and who doesn’t perform joy or softness or gentleness just because people expect her to. She’s this seminal Woman Of War in so many ways, I think the kind of person a lot of us wish we could be. She’s got her emotional taps cut off at the source, she holds her head high and faces down unimaginable personal and political terrors, and at the end of it all still has this abiding love for her family that, I would argue, is almost unparalleled by anyone else in the book.

After all that, she gets this incredible moment of emotional catharsis (or what we expect to be emotional catharsis): “no living man am I!” She undertakes THE greatest martial act of the Ring War, and in that moment there’s this unbelievably sophisticated dialogue happening about gender (“Éowyn it was, and Dernhelm also”), and leadership (Merry finding his courage not because of the immediate scenario of the Witch-king, but because he’s spurred into it by Éowyn’s presence), and love and care.

And then we learn that no, actually, this glorious act of violence wasn’t the emotional catharsis we thought it would be. She gets to ride to war, she gets to throw herself headlong at death, and in the end that hopeless act of individualism isn’t really what does it for her. She’s still left desolate and despairing, and actually all of her problems haven’t gone away.

And then we need to rewind a bit, because along comes Faramir, who is gentle, and is kind, and does seem to believe in joy, but not because people expect it — actually it's made abundantly clear nobody expects it — but because it’s something quite innate to how he figures the world. And he’s a huge fucking nerd too. I have a lot of thoughts on Faramir’s flaws and why I find them endearing, which I won’t put here, but almost immediately you get this sense of a guy who’s quite melodramatic, good humoured, and very much not made to live in a time of war.

But he’s also clear-headed about war and what it requires (tactically, if not strategically, though that’s a post for another day), but who is kind of cynical and weary of it in his own unique way. And it’s a unique cynicism given his personal circumstances because he’s the second son of The great family of Gondor, he’s apparently — though with some big ol’ question marks hanging about the extent — very able to command some of the elite units in the realm, and what’s more than that, he’s got all these fantastical powers (the light mind reading to start, to say nothing of this apparently magical ability to command animals too. bruh.). By all accounts he should be this brazen hot mess, but he’s not. He’s desperate to claw his way out of this war-torn cage of expectation his people have for how a man should comport himself in time of war. Is it a little naïve? Sure. A little fussy? Absolutely. But does it point to that same desperation that Éowyn has? Yes! But also the practicality, like, neither of them are really enjoying the circumstances they live under, but good fucking god are they both able to Make It Work.

So finally we get to the Houses of Healing and what is the finest and most aggressively romantic writing of LOTR. Seriously, it’s so fucking much. It’s breathtaking. It reminds me quite viscerally of this fabulous quote from Les Mis:

The power of a glance has been so much abused in love stories, that it has come to be disbelieved in. Few people dare now to say that two beings have fallen in love because they have looked at each other. Yet it is in this way that love begins, and in this way only.

At some point I will devote more time to talking about the two reasons line, and the blissful Queen of Gondor speech, but I think to me that big, important line is: “And then her heart changed, or at least she understood it; and the winter passed, and the sun shone upon her.”

It’s not about Éowyn changing herself entirely (though, I think, it really does bear mentioning that she does change, and that’s every bit as important to understanding that scene as it is romantic), it’s about Éowyn coming to terms with how to live with herself as herself, and how to live in communion with someone else. She can’t just cut people out anymore, and she can’t just treat them as objects of infatuation as she did with Aragorn, she has to reckon with people as they are. And that’s sort of the moment where I knew I was about to plunge fully off the deep end with these two and never know a moments’ peace again, lmao.

2. What are your favorite things about the ship?

Someone on here once called Farawyn a love letter to women and, by god, yes, exactly that. I love the capacity for emotional intimacy, that is beautiful in ways I can’t express. To me, though, my favourite thing is the promise of life they speak of. Not as in oh they shag loads and have babies (though not opposed to that, obviously), but in the sense that unlike Aragorn and Arwen, who are always going to be buried under/burdened with the crushing weight of history and tradition, Éowyn and Faramir are going out yonder those hills and they’re going to do some real cottagecore farming shit. Obviously with all the trappings of rank and nobility and whatnot, but they, unique to anybody else in the books, get to sow this new idea of what life should be. They are, outside of Aragorn, the single most powerful people in Gondor. Éowyn’s got the ear of a king, a steward (which is essentially a prime-ministerial deal here), and functionally her own prince (if the hobbits are to be believed when they refer to it as essentially hers). I suspect that, in life, there were remarkably few arguments she wasn’t winning, and that Ithilien probably trended towards the jumped up noble hippie camp Tolkien so desperately wanted Oxford to be (or, in other words — Cambridge, lol).

3. Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

Yeah, man, everybody stop treating Faramir like he’s a big fucking crybaby and Éowyn like she’s some kind of shrieking 2010-era tumblr girl.

One of the single most important lines defining Faramir’s character is when Denethor roasts his ass for always trying to appear noble and lordly, if you ignore every other piece of textual evidence we have about him, what part of that line makes you think Faramir’s some simpering daisy? And why would you want to link tremendous emotional intelligence and care with being too limp-wristed to function, lol??? Like I struggle loads with writing Faramir, because I have never once in my life tried to be noble or self-restrained, so find it hard to get into that mindset, but better, I think, to imagine him too closed off than to do this wilting flower song and dance lmao.

And stop making Éowyn out to be this over-emotional angst machine. She’s got problems, yes, and she’s sure as shit got a lot of angst, but at almost every point in the book where we’re overtly dealing with her emotions, she’s sublimating them into something else. One of the most serious times we see her cry is when she’s fighting with Aragorn about riding out, and after that moment she literally tries to kill herself. Those tears aren’t standard, man, that’s a real watershed (lol) moment for her. You have to read around what the text is saying to get a better feel why everybody’s constantly calling her cold and distant.

#god this is probably obnoxiously long because i can't do cuts on my phone #but refuse to open the tumblr website on my laptop lmao #faramir #éowyn #boromir #théodred #farawyn #borodred #god sorry for these fucking tags man im just trying to make my blog slightly more organised #i just have a lot of thoughts #i should really write more metas it would probably help my writing out quite a bit #asks #meta

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kítrinos - Qian Kun

kitrinos( κίτρινος) - yellow

pairings: professor!Kun x fem student reader

summary: meeting Cyan was either a horrible mistake or a blessing in disguise. In a world where soulmates exist, you were starting to believe that yours didn't exist. Not until, you picked yellow from Cyan's book of colours which transported you to another reality where your soulmate's feelings are shown on you when you share the same emotion. Sharing a rare mark made things easier but theres a catch, both of you won't know until the very last moment. What will happen then?

genre: studentxteacher, fluff, angst

warnings: mentions of death, losing eyesight, arguments, swearing

A/N: Hello lovelies! this is for the colours collab made by @neo-cult-ure i’d like to thank everyone for supporting us and i’d also like to thank the other writers for being so lovely and amazing and just being a great bunch of people. also want to thank @fairielightsss for proof reading this. to be honest, this isnt greatly written. there will be many mistakes so bare with me. so i hope i dont offend anyone and i apologise for any mistakes.

P.S: I recommend listening to this which will give you a good feel on the story. i also recommend watching Howl’s Moving Castle to understand some of the references, but if you haven’t then its okay!

As the sky fades into the night sky, your eyelids begin to droop and the attention towards the song had started to slowly make your head spin. The need to finish practising this piece kept you awake in fear of getting into big trouble with your lecturers. You slap your face in an attempt to make yourself stay awake before preparing to play the piano.

"Are you going to continue torturing yourself or should we head back?" Your best friend, Renjun said while walking into the music studio. You chuckled, "I'm almost done. Wanna wait for me?" You asked. He nodded as he sat on the edge of a table making himself comfortable.

You’ve been practising a song from one of your favourite movies, Howl's Moving Castle but something didn't feel right. Renjun took note that you were taking longer than usual.

"How come you're struggling so much with this song?" Renjun asked. "I'm not saying this in a mean way but I've seen you play,” he said cautiously, not wanting to hurt you with his words. “This song should be easy compared to what you’re used to." He said with a tilt of his head, confusion hinted on his features.

You shrugged while deep in thought, "I know,” you took a deep breath, collecting your thoughts. “I can't explain it but it feels like this piece is missing something." you finally explained.

He nodded at your words. He didn’t say anything more but you knew he wanted to ask more. You began playing the first few notes before Renjun gasped making you falter in your playing, "What if you were Sophie in your past life?” he said with wide eyes, “Better yet, what if you were the Witch of the Waste?" You stared at him with wide eyes holding confusion. "Really, Renjun?" You narrowed your eyes, not liking the way he was messing around.

"Just kidding." he laughed with eyes holding mischief. You broke down your façade and laughed. Shaking your head, you ended the song frustratedly.

"That's it, I'm continuing tomorrow." You sighed and got up, slinging your bag over your shoulder.

"Jaemin asked if you wanted to a sleepover?" You nodded excitedly and Renjun cheered as both of you walked out.

Throughout the walk back, you tried to wrap your brain mind around the question, "Why did that song feel different?" you mumbled to yourself. Beside you, Renjun was questioning your unusually quiet behaviour.

When you were offered to play for the school's annual dinner, you were completely overwhelmed and honoured. They gave you a selection of songs but this song attracted you the most.

Why?

The walk was eerie and quiet, you could feel the cold and sharp air pricking at your skin. Renjun stood close to you when you suddenly heard footsteps behind you.

You turned around and you were greeted by an old lady. You real ed it was a lady named Cyan from when you both met earlier today. She was a funny looking lady who showed you her book of colours. She told you to pick one and you chose yellow. She also mentioned something about a soulmate but you weren't really paying attention.

"Cyan?" You called. The footsteps quickened.

"What are you-"

"I'm sorry, sweetie. Everything will make sense soon." She said hurriedly, cutting you off.

"What do you mean?" She smiled and pulled out a pouch from her pocket, blowing a yellow powder onto you. You waved your hands around to try and stop her while Renjun was beside screaming at the old lady but to no avail, the powder dusted your figure. Next thing you knew, everything went black.

You drummed your fingers across the table, waiting for Jaemin and Renjun to arrive.

You were the only one in the studio and the silence was driving you mad. With a loud sigh and you reached in and grabbed a chocolate bar from your backpack, unwrapping it. Just as you were going to eat it, the door opened.

Low and behold it was your favourite lecturer, Professor Qian or more casually known as Kun. It depends on when you're talking to him. Walking to his table and he places his stuff down before realising you were in the studio.

"I'm hurt Y/N." He starts. You grinned, leaning forward, "Why is that, Kun?"

"Professor Qian in class, missy." He points.

You rolled your eyes and snorted. "Okay, why are you hurt, Professor Qian?" You repeated.

"Well, I come in and the first thing I see is your feet on the table and you’re eating a chocolate bar. And you didn't even bother asking if I wanted some." He wipes a fake tear.

You laughed and jogged to his table, "Aha, but the thing is, sir," you showed the extra bar you brought for him, "I already brought an extra for you." You passed it to him. He chuckled, "Well, won't you look at that. I knew I chose the right favourite student."

You snorted, "The only reason I'm your favourite student is that I'm the only one playing the piano in this class." You stated. “And secondly if I’m not mistaken Professor Qian,” you continued, eyes holding mischief, “Didn’t you say Jisung was your favourite student last week? And Sara about two days ago?” you hummed, a hand on your chin with a pondering look on your face.

He laughed and shook his head, "I'm guilty. I love all of you equally." He raised both his hands defensively. "Ah, I wanna ask you a question." He walked over to the other side of the table, sitting on the edge of it while facing you.

"How would you feel about playing with me?" He suddenly said. You raised a brow.

"Wow, Sir, I didn't know you were that adventurous." You wiggled your brows. Kun furrowed his brows, "What are you- OH MY GOD Y/N NO, NOT LIKE THAT." he said embarrassedly, hiding his face in his hands. You burst out into laughter, clutching your stomach as you saw your teacher getting flustered.

"Geez, Y/N, go clean that brain of yours." He rubbed his temples. You punched his shoulder lightly, sitting next to him on the table.

"Well, you should've worded it better. It's not every day you hear your professor asking to play with him. Anyways, what did you mean by that?" You asked him.

"I meant doing a duet performance with me during the annual dinner." He explained.

"Ahh, I see. What song are we talking about though?" You turned to him.

He rolled up his sleeves and crossed his arms, "I was thinking Merry Go Round Of Life? Y'know the one from Howl's Moving Castle." He sat on the edge of the table.

"I'd love to do it but you could easily do that song alone. Why do you need me?" You asked, genuinely confused. You've seen how Kun plays and it's absolutely amazing. It doesn't make sense why he would need you.

He scratched the back of his neck, "Well, it is a dinner with both the lecturers and students. I thought it would be cool to have us both play. Plus, imagine the power of both of us playing." He bumped your shoulder with his.

"Are you complimenting my skills?" You asked shock painted on your face. He looked quite taken aback, "Y/N, I'm pretty sure I've made it clear that I'm very impressed with your skills since day one."

Ah, first class, you remembered when Kun walked in and he did an evaluation test on all of you.

As both of you walked to class, you were greeted by a squeal. "Renjun! Y/N!" You smiled and ran to Jaemin, giving him a hug.

"How were holidays, babe?" Hewereapped an arm around both of your shoulders.

"It was nice to go back home, my parents kept pestering us on our soulmates though," Renjun informed.

"Have you found yours yet?" You asked Jaemin. He smiled softly, looking at you shyly as he nodded slowly.

You squealed and began jumping with him. "Congratulations, honey!" You hugged him tightly.

"What's she like?" Renjun asked.

"She's so… perfect." he sighed dreamily. You and Renjun began poking fun at him and teasing him.

“What did it feel like?” you asked curiously.

“Not gonna lie, it hurt like a bitch when the mark burnt off but after that everything was amazing,” he explained as you sat in between the two of them.

"What was your colour?" You asked.

"It was grey," he said proudly. Renjun snorted, "What were both of you confused about?" he said shaking his head.

"Well, I was confused about what to order and she was confused about a math question. We suddenly felt the mark stinging and I immediately looked around and there she was, all cute and blushing." He said dreamily.

The door opened and a chill pricked at your skin. You turned around to see an unknown man walking in. You went to sit down with your friends. "I think he's the new lecturer," Jaemin whispered to you.

"Good morning, everyone. You may call me Professor Qian, I'll be teaching you from now on. So let's start shall we?" He said.

You heard the chatter of the girls behind you, "oh, Woah, he's really handsome" You grinned, he really was.

He wore a blue button-down shirt with a pair of brown slacks. His brown locks gelled back nicely. Kun The professor looked around the studio and his nerves calmed down, everyone seemed quite friendly. This was his first time teaching and he worried he would make a bad impression.

"According to Madam Rowena, your previous lecturer, she informed me to do an evaluation test first so that I'll know what level you're all at but I'm pretty sure you're all very advanced, let's start with that." He took out a list from his bag, and he began to read out the names of your classmates.

Everyone had to play a song on their respective instrument. You took note of your classmates looking nervous, trying their best not to mess up.

"Alright, thank you, Ms Seo. Now, Ms Y/L/N?" He looked around.

You raised your hand and walked towards the piano.

"Are you the only pianist?" He suddenly asked you.

"Yes, I am." You said nervously. He nodded, signalling for you to proceed. He continued reading the list, pushing his glasses to sit comfortably on the bridge of his nose. You breathed in, immediately pressing the right keys to Victor’s solo in the Corpse Bride.

His eyes perked up as he watched closely. He watched as you focused on the song and your fingers moved with grace. He could feel the passion wafting off of you as you played. The beautiful tune resonating around the room.

Your classmates watched in awe, they've always enjoyed watching you play. You were the best in the class after all. To everyone, this was a sweet melody that you knew, but it meant so much more than that.

It was a painful memory.

As you hit the last note, your breathing turned rapid. Everything was quiet before everyone began clapping and cheering.

"Thank you, Ms Y/L/N. You may return to your seat." He smiled softly. You nod and return to your seat.

"You surprised him, Y/N," Jaemin whispered as both of you watched Renjun play his flute.

"What do you mean?" You asked quietly.

"Throughout the entire evaluation, he hasn't looked up. Except for when you began playing." he nudged you with his elbow.

"Sure, Jaem. Sure." You rolled your eyes.

"So, do you wanna do it?" He asked. You thought about it again. Your mind weighing the pros and cons before coming to a conclusion, "Sure, plus I get to annoy you even more now." You teased as you walked over to your seat.

"Oh god please protect me from this child." He said out loud.

You were going to counter when Jaemin and Renjun came in, sandwiches in their hands.

"Professor Qian~" Jaemin bowed. "Good morning!" He said cutely.

"Morning, Jaemin, Renjun." He smiled back. Jaemin and Renjun walked up to your usual seats, plopping beside you.

"What were both of you doing alone, huh?" Renjun asked.

"Talking?" You replied.

Jaemin snorted, "Yeah, and I have three legs." He added. You scowled and pinched his arm causing him to yelp. Soon, the class began to fill up and Kun started teaching.

As class ended, you walked up to Kun and sat on the edge of his table. "So, what day are we practising?" You asked. Kun turned around at the sound of your voice, he loosened his tie and slid his hands into his pockets.

"It's up to you, kiddo. The dinner is on the 25th." He said nonchalantly. Your eyes widened and your mouth hung open. "Wait, 25th?" You stuttered. He nodded. "That's not too far away!" You squeaked.

Kun shrugged, "I've seen you master a new song in three days. This is easy for you." He claimed.

"But Kun, this is a performance in front of many people. Not just the class. Plus, I'm going to be playing with you, how are you so sure I'll be able to keep up with you?" You whined.

Kun walked closer to you and patted your head, "You'll be fine and you'll do so amazing. Like usual." He reassured you. Your cheeks warmed, "thanks, Kun." You picked at some dust off your sweater.

"I'll tell you what, we'll practise twice a week. The duration is up to you. We can do it for 20 minutes or 2 hours. I'm okay with anything." You pouted, "Kun, that's not fair on you. I'm pretty sure you're busy as well."

"Y/N, I'm a single male with a cat and several assignments to check. Do I look like I have plans soon?" He joked. You laughed lightly, "How are the guys and Louis, by the way?" You asked.

"They're great. Xuxi recently adopted a puppy named Bella so the house is a bit noisier than usual." He said. You giggled, "Must be fun."

“You should visit someday. The boys really miss you,” he said.

“Sure. how about this Friday?” you asked. He nodded, “Should be fine. Bring Jaemin and Renjun too if you’d like.”

“I’ll inform them then.” you smiled.

You threw your bag over your shoulder, “So, Wednesday?”

He nodded, crossing his arms over his chest, “Yeah. Want me to bring snacks for you?”

You placed a hand over your heart, “You know me so well. Yes please.” you nodded cutely.

He shook his head, “I’ll see you then, yeah?” he waved. You skipped out of the class, nearly smacking face-first into the door.

"Oops…" you nervously turned and ran out.

Kun chuckled, shaking his head. "Clumsy girl." He muttered.

"Nana! Injunnie!" You ran, wrapping your arms around their necks.

"Wanna follow me to Professor Qian's house this Friday? They’ve recently gotten a puppy." You said. They immediately nodded their heads at your suggestion, "sounds great! We'll bring food as well." Jaemin added.

The three of you hung out for lunch, chatting about any new events that seem to catch your ears. "Oh, what were you and Professor Qian talking about?" Renjun sipped on his hot chocolate.

You grinned, "he asked me to perform with him during the dinner." You beamed.

The two boys clapped excitedly, "That's so cool, Y/N!" They both gave you a side hug.

After talking a bit, Jaemin sighed. "I can't believe we're graduating soon." He said sadly.

"I know right? A few more exams and,” you paused, “we're out." It dawned on you that you wouldn't be able to see them all time like usual. You began tearing up at the thought, "Guys,” you said softly, grabbing both the males’ attention, “Promise me we won't drift apart." You sniffled.

Renjun and Jaemin pouted, "Oh baby." Renjun got out of his seat to hug you. Jaemin too soon after.

"We promise. Also, we'll still meet up as much as we can. I don't care if it's once a week or month, I just need to see you guys." Jaemin tugged at his sweater sleeves. Before you could finish your lunch, the three of you were a sobbing mess. You loved the two of them so much, they were your best friends.

You got off your motorbike and sighed before turning the doorknob. You opened the door only to be graced with the familiar sound of to Italian Opera music and the smell of brownies. You tried to sneak upstairs, avoiding getting called.

"Y/N, is that you?" The soft voice asked. You turned slowly, "Yeah, it's me." You stood in the middle of the stairs.

You saw your stepmother walk out the kitchen, cocoa powder on her apron and some flour on her cheek.

"How was your day, dear?" She asked. You shrugged, "It was okay, I guess."

Silence. This was your routine every day for two years. She'd ask how your day was and you'd stand awkwardly.

"I'm gonna head upstairs. I'm tired." You said stuttering between your words, not looking at her.

"Oh, uh yes. Well, there's some brownies on the oven if you'd want me to bring some up?" You shook your head, "It's okay. I'll get them myself." you said politely. Before she could reply you walked into your room, closing the door behind you.

Your mom passed away when you turned 7, so all that was left was you and your dad. For a very long time. Even then, you remember him not really being around for most of your childhood. You were brought up by your grandmother. Though whenever your dad left for business trips, he would never fail to always bring back a gift for you.

However, you didn’t expect him to bring back a woman on your 20th birthday. Anyways, Not wanting to stay for long, so you called Jaemin and asked if it was okay to sleep over and he agreed.

You walked down the stairs, peeking into the kitchen and grabbing a brownie. You saw her sitting in the living room and you’d thought it would be best to just inform her. She noticed your presence and immediately straightened up.

“Uh, I’m gonna sleep over at Jaemin’s.” you awkwardly scuff your feet against the hardwood floor.

She nodded, “Alright then, stay safe.” she smiled. “Your father will be coming back tomorrow afternoon, by the way.”

You nodded, “Ah, okay. Thanks for informing me.” you scratch the back of your neck.

“No problem, Y/N.” she replied.

You head out, starting your motorbike and riding it away from your house. It’s not like you hated her, it’s just hard to accept someone. It doesn’t help that Dad is barely home so things get even more awkward when it’s just the two of you.

Your mom wasn’t there to help you out when you got your first period or for you to talk to when you had your first crush on a boy. The only person who you could talk to about these things was your grandmother who had sadly passed away a year ago. Sometimes, you wish you called her more often to check up on her.

A tear trickled down your cheek, you sighed. “I miss you so much,” you whispered.

Upon arriving at your best friends house, you parked your motorbike and knocked on the door.

“Coming!” you heard Renjun running to the door. “Hello again~” Renjun leaned on the door.

“Hey boo.” you poked his stomach and walked in. “So, what are we going to do tonight?” You asked.

“I would’ve wanted to say drinks but we’re broke so pizza and movies sound good?” Jaemin pointed to the mountain of pillows and boxes of pizza. “It’s perfect.” you beamed.

You changed into the pyjamas you brought and settled into the pillow fort.

“What are we watching?” you asked. Renjun shrugged, “Nana wanted to watch a rom-com.”

Jaemin came crashing down into the pile of pillows. “We’re watching Sensei Kunshu.” he said excitedly, n,t hesitating to press play.

“What’s it about?” you pulled the blanket over your body as you took a slice of pizza.

“It’s about a girl who falls in love with her teacher.” Jaemin chomped onto a breadstick.

Thirty minutes in and you can’t help but hide behind the blankets, you loved the movie so far but you had to admit, you got second-hand embarrassment watching the movie.

“AYUHA, PLEASE,” Renjun screamed at the main character along with some incoherent noises. Frustration dripping from his words.

“I need to pee,” you said as you ran towards the toilet.

As you were walking out, you suddenly felt a buzz, it was Kun. you opened the message to see a document he sent.

“These are the notes for the song! You can try playing it first :)”

You smiled and quickly typed back a response,

Thanks, Kun! I’ll see you soon.”

“What are you smiling about?” Renjun asked he sipped on his drink. “Kun sent me the sheet music for the song we’re going to perform.”

“Ahh, what a fitting movie~,” Jaemin said in a sing-song voice as he wiggled his brows. Your brows knitted, “What?”

Renjun smirked, “You and Professor Qian?” you gasped and plopped in between them.

“No! he’s like an older brother, friend kinda thing.” you tried to explain.

“I like how that was your reason and not simply because he’s our teacher.” Jaemin giggled.

You pinch his arm lightly, “Shut up.” you pout.

“It’s true though, Y/N. everyone in the class agrees.”

“EXCUSE ME, WHAT?” you shrieked.

“Let's put it like this, you guys act as if you’ve been engaged for two years and you live in a studio apartment along with your two cats and you travel around the world to perform at concerts,” Renjun stated.

Jaemin began clapping, “Bravo, my boy, bravo.” he pointed “That’s basically how everyone sees you guys.” he drank his cola. “Also, you can’t deny the fact that he has a soft spot for you. He’s already a genuinely nice guy but when it comes to you, it’s on another level. This performance is basically feeding us and our classmates with good content.”

You sat there and thought about it. Yes, you were much closer to Kun then others but you didn’t know your classmates shipped the two of you.

“Whatever, it’s not gonna happen anyways,” you said whilst shaking your head, silencing the both of them. “Plus, we both have our own soulmates.” you pointed out as you reached out and grabbed a slice of pizza.

Renjun was going to argue until he heard your ringtone.

It was your stepmom.

Your brows furrowed, “Hello?” you started.

“Hey, Y/N, I know you’re at your friends’ house but you might need to come back soon. By tomorrow morning.”

Your brows knitted, Renjun and Jaemin sat next to you, wondering and waiting on you to tell them what’s going on.

“What? Why?” you asked, a tad bit irritated.

“Your father is arriving home sooner than expected.” you groaned internally, “How soon?” you asked.

“I think around 8 in the morning?” you rubbed your face,

“I’ll come back now.” you hung up and slammed your body back onto the pillows.

“Looks like I have to head out, fellas.” you got up and helped them clean up.

“We’re really sorry, Y/N,” they said in unison. You waved them off as you stuffed the last breadstick into your mouth, “It’s okay, guys. Plus, my dad probably wanted to ‘surprise’ us.” you muffled.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full, woman.” Jaemin bumped you with his hip.

“Sorry.” you giggle.

After cleaning up, you said goodbye and headed back home.

You carefully got upstairs, she was probably asleep so you didn’t want to wake her up.

You opened the door and plopped onto your bed, turning off the lights and falling fast asleep.

You heard laughter and chatter downstairs as you woke up. You stretched your tired limbs and went down. Your dad was hugging your stepmom and they were just chatting about something.

“Y/N!” he called. You walked down the stairs and greeted him. “Hi, dad.”

He smiled and immediately went for his bag. “Here you go, I got you this.”

Like usual, he’ll hand you the gift before asking anything.

In his hand was a black box with a white ribbon on it. You opened it and smiled, “Thank you.”

“No problem, kiddo. Now, what’s for breakfast?” he turned to your stepmom and held his stomach. They both walked to the kitchen, your father’s hand wrapped around her waist.

In the box was a beautiful, sapphire necklace. You closed the box and walked to the kitchen where your dad was already eating.

She prepared a plate for you, placing it next to your dad.

You sat down and began eating at the hearty breakfast she prepared.

"So, how's school?" He starts. You swallow and face him, "everything's going well, my exams are in a few weeks and then I'll be performing at the annual dinner."

“Wow, really? That’s very exciting!” Lilian praised.

"That's great honey." He says, unimpressed as he checks his phone.

"Do you have a boyfriend yet?" He suddenly asked. You choked on your toast, drinking a bit of water to ease your throat.

"Uh, no." you shook your head, “I’ve been really busy so… yeah.”

“When you do, make sure you bring him for dinner.” he points at you with his fork.

It sucked how you couldn’t talk to your dad like old times. It’s not that you didn’t want to but it seemed like he only cared about work and making sure your grades are absolute perfection.

“How about that Jaemin boy? Or Renjun? They’re from very good families.” he asked. Your stepmom walked behind him and placed her hands on his shoulders, “Sweetie, they’re her friends. Also, you should always wait for your soulmate when the time comes.”

You’re lost for words and you couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable.

“Uh, I have to get ready for class.” you shuffled out of your seat.

When you entered your room, you leaned against the door and let out a long sigh.

It's like I don't know you anymore...

Kun sat at the counter, stirring his coffee.

I hope the song works this time, he thought.

Kun furiously pressed at the keys, getting agitated by the silly mistakes he seemed to have made. He was going to reach the end but he accidentally pressed a different note, causing him to groan.

"What's up with you?" Sicheng walked towards his roommate. "You've been at it for 3 hours now." He leaned against Kun's piano in his room.

"Sorry, must've been really noisy huh?" He asked Sicheng apologetically. Sicheng waved him off, "Pft, it's okay. They're much noisier downstairs."

They laughed a little before Sicheng sat next to him. "What seems to be the problem?" He asked Kun.

Kun sighs, "I know this might sound weird but for some reason, this song doesn't feel… complete to me? I don't know how to explain it but it feels like I'm just pressing notes rather than actually feeling the song. I can’t seem to play it at all."

Sicheng's brows knitted, "Have you tried playing with someone?" Sicheng asked.

Kun nodded, "I played it with Johnny, Taeil, Doyoung and all those tries failed as well. I don't know who else to ask." He rubbed the back of his neck.

"Okay, c'mon let's try." Kun excitedly nodded at Sicheng's suggestion. Maybe he just needed someone he was a lot closer to.

The song started out smoothly, like usual but then suddenly, both of them played the wrong key.

"Huh…" Sicheng placed his hands on his hips.

"Exactly. It's always there." Kun got up and sat on his bed.

"Maybe… change the song?" Sicheng suggested. Kun shook his head defiantly, "No, there's something about this song and I can't put my finger on it. It's stressing me out. I could easily play that… I just don't know why I can't right now." He ran his fingers through his brown locks.

Sicheng leaned against the piano, "How about playing with your students?" He asked.

"Y/N is the only one who plays the piano right?" He pointed out. "Why don't you try with her?" He smiled.

"Actually… that's not a bad idea." He stood up and paced around the room.

"I'm going to ask her. If the song still fails, I'll change the song."

"Kun? KUN!" he heard the loudest clap ringing in his ears. He turned and saw Yukhei who was pressing Bella to his chest, staring at him worriedly.

"Oh, hey Xuxi. What's up?" He asked, still quite dazed.

"Uh, you're gonna be late for your class, again." He pointed to the clock on the wall.

Kun's eyes widened, he ran out the kitchen, suitcase and keys in hand.

"SHIT, SHIT, SHIT." he repeated as he started his car.

"Kun, your coffee!" Yukhei stood by the doorway with the mug in hand.

Kun waved him off, "You can have it, man." He yelled before speeding off.

Kun ran, making sure he wasn't too late. He kept checking his watch over and over until he bumped into another body.

"Oomph!" The voice squeaked. He turned around and saw Y/N on the floor, rubbing her back.

"Oh thank god it's just you." He breathed.

You scoff, "Are you late, again?" You got up, feeling a bit sore from landing on your butt. "Also, what's that supposed to mean?" You poked at his chest.

"Yes, and it means I won't be awkwardly apologising to some random student I've never met before." He brushed the dust off his pants. "So, I'm sorry and I'll buy you snacks. See you later, byeee!" He said as he ran off to his class.

You shook your head, smiling a little.

"Silly professor."

Your music history class had ended and you stretched your stiff limbs.

"I love music history but Miss Leanne makes it so… miserable." Renjun rubbed his sleepy eyes.

You snicker, "same. I'm pretty sure I nearly dozed off twice." You yawn.

"Y/N, are you coming over later?" Jaemin asked. You shook your head, "I don't think so, bubs. I have practice with Professor Qian and my dad is home so he probably wants to 'spend time' together." You rolled your eyes.

Jaemin pats your back, "He's still at it, huh?"

You nod angrily, "he always complains how I never want to spend time with them but when we do, he's always on his phone leaving me and my stepmom to talk." You rant.

"But you don't talk to your stepmom?" Renjun pointed out.

"Exactly! Do you know how awkward it was? Also, this morning he asked me if I had a boyfriend and told me to date either one of you."

Their eyes widened, "Sweetie, I love you but I'm taken." Jaemin pointed at where his mark once was.

"Yeah, I love you too but you're like a sister to me." Renjun shrugged. "I can't imagine dating you." He admitted.

"THANK YOU! Now, tell my dad that." You groaned.

You checked your wristwatch and it was almost time for practice. You pat both of their shoulders, "I've got practice in a few minutes. Wanna call later?" You asked.

They nodded, "Is it okay if Minseo joins? She's visiting us." Jaemin asked.

You nodded, "of course! Also, tell her I'm really sorry for not being able to meet her properly, I swear after graduation both of us are gonna go on dates without you." You winked.

Jaemin looked incredibly offended, "It's bad enough that both of you gossip about everything. Now, this. I feel so betrayed, my best friend and girlfriend." He grasped his chest, leaning onto Renjun.

"There, there, bud. You have me." Renjun patted his shoulder.

You laughed, walking towards the opposite direction, "I'll talk to you guys later!" You waved and jogged towards the studio.

Walking into the studio, you saw Kun with his eyes shut and earphones in, on his chair with his feet propped on the table.

You giggle softly, walking up towards him and tapping him lightly.

"Professor Qian?" surprisingly, your light tap caused him to wake up in shock.

"Fuck!" He yelled right before falling off his chair. You panicked and quickly helped him up.

"Jeez Y/N, you gave me a heart attack." He uttered.

"Sorry about that." You grinned mischievously. You noticed his face and sluggish movements. "Are you okay? You don't look so well." You commented.

He smiled, "I'm fine. I just haven't had any coffee today so I'm a bit sleepier than usual." Your mouth formed an 'o' until you remembered you had a thermos of coffee.

You pulled out the metal thermos and poured some into the cup. You handed it to him, "Here! I usually give this to Jaemin and Renjun to drink but it won't hurt if you had some." You smiled.

He chuckled, "Thank you, Y/N." He took the small cup and sipped on the warm liquid.

"Ah, just what I needed." A few more sips and he looked a bit more energetic.

"Are you ready for practice?" He asked you. You nod excitedly, "Sir, yes sir!" You salute.

Both of you shared a laugh before heading to the grand piano.

You took out the sheet music you printed earlier and arranged it on the music rack.

"Have you played the song yet?" He asked. You shook your head, "Nope, sorry." You apologised. He bumped his shoulder with yours, "It's okay."

Truthfully, Kun was nervous. He really wanted to play this piece. Why? He had no clue. It just felt right.

He silently prayed it would finally work.

You looked over the notes a few times, processing each bar and note.

"Ready?" He asked. You nod, your eyes not tearing away from the sheet music.

He began playing first and eventually you followed along.

So far so good. He thought

The song began to form a sweet and beautiful melody that resonated around the room. Both hands working together in harmony.

It was reaching the part where Kun would always fail but both of you went through it swiftly, not a mistake in sight. Kun's eyes widened as he couldn't hide his wide smile.

Y/N was too focused on the song to realise her partner's reaction. As the song came to an end, both bodies began breathing heavily, as if they were dancing together.

Kun turned to you with a full-blown smile. "I don't think we'll need that much practice. That was incredible!" He cheered.

You laughed at your professor's cute reaction. "Surprisingly, yes. We did quite well for a first try." You agreed.

Kun couldn't believe it. All this time, he was struggling to play this song alone or with someone else when really all he needed was you.

"This calls for a celebration!" He clapped. He ran out of the studio, stopping by the door "Wait here!" He said excitedly.

You giggled as you watched him run off somewhere. You sat in the studio, looking around and realising that soon, you won't be coming here anymore.

You won't be having music evaluations all the time, or you won't get to play together as a class anymore.

And most importantly, you won't get to see Kun anymore.

Your heart suddenly clenched at the sudden thought, you placed a hand on your chest and rubbed it to ease the tight feeling.

Although Kun was your professor, he has always been more to you.

An older brother? A friend? A guardian angel?

He would always listen to whatever you had to talk about, he basically knew everything about you except for your family situation.

"Snacks for my prized student!" He ran in, bags of different kinds of snacks in hand.

You let out a loud laugh, watching as he ran in.

He sat down on the floor and opened the bags and placed it towards you. "Here you go!"

Both of you began chowing down on the junks and you noticed how it was a bit too quiet for your liking.

"Wanna play 20 questions?" You suggested. He nodded, "sounds good." He popped a chip into his mouth. "You go first." He said.

"Okay… your favourite time of the year?" You asked. He thought about it and snapped his fingers, "I really enjoy the springtime. Everything is in bloom and the weather is just right." He explained.

"Alright, how are you always arriving to class so much earlier than everyone else?" He asked.

You took a piece of popcorn, "Uhm… I just like to get out of my house as fast as possible." You uttered. Kun's playful expression soon changed to a more serious and worried one.

"What do you mean by that?" He asked. You threw a piece of popcorn to him. "That's two questions, sir. My turn first." You joked. He rolled his eyes playfully as he threw a piece of popcorn in the air and catching it with his mouth.

"Your thoughts on soulmates and the process of finding them." You asked.

Kun straightened up. This topic has always been a bit touchy for him and it wasn't because he doesn't believe in it but it's because he can't find his soulmate mark. He's checked every inch of his body and it was nowhere to be seen.

"I think… soulmates are a fascinating concept. Just the thought that there's someone out there for you who will make you feel whole and loved till the end of your days is just so beautiful."

"As for the process, I wish it was easier. I wish it was something more noticeable, y' know?"

You stared at Kun. You've never seen this side of him and you're glad you did. Kun played around with his shoelaces, a simple and cute action.

"Okay, my turn. Same question, why do you like leaving your house early?" He asked.

You sighed, "I promised myself not to drag you into this but since you asked," you breathed out. "My relationship with my dad and step-mom is kind of… awkward." you started.

"You see, it's not like they're mean to me or anything, it's just that I wasn't really close to my dad, to begin with, and he married a lady two years ago and well, it's especially worse whenever he leaves for trips." You explained.

"And whenever I do see my dad, it's always about work. It's really difficult for me to hold a proper conversation with them." you drank a bit of Sprite.

"So, in short, you don't hate them, you're just not close to them…?" He asked. You nodded, "Basically."

"Ah, I see." He continued. "What's your stepmom like?" He asked.

You shrugged, "She's nice and all but I've never experienced a proper mother and daughter relationship so maybe that's why it's a bit hard for me to accept her. The only motherly figure I had was my grandma."

He nodded, "That's understandable but you should give her a chance. Maybe get to know her a bit. She could be a great person." He suggested.

You shrugged, "One day, I'll try." You said. He nodded, “Slowly but surely, Y/N.”

Many questions later and soon both of you were sprawled on the floor, full of junk food.

"I feel so… bloated." You said. He burped, "Yeah." He agreed.

You turned over to face him, "If someone were to pass by, they'd think we're friends and not teacher and student." You joked.

His brows furrowed as he turned to face you, his face slightly closer to yours.

"Aren't we friends though?" He turned to you. You stared into those beautiful, brown eyes and smiled softly.

All this time, you never knew Kun saw you as a friend. You always just thought he saw you as a friendly student but now that he said that, you couldn't help but feel your heart swell.

"Yeah, I guess we are."

You reached home, your body still feeling a little giddy from earlier. You didn't know what it was but the way he stared at you made you feel a certain way.

Before opening the door, you sighed. You began patting your face.

"Y/N, he probably has a soulmate and you have yours. We can't ruin the process just because of some stupid crush you have. C'mon girly, push those feelings aside for now. He's just being friendly." You told yourself.

Walking into the house, you heard the same Italian opera but this time you heard laughter. You walked towards the laughter and saw your father and stepmom slow dancing.

You wanted to leave them to it but you couldn't help but watch. Something about the way your father was softly caressing her hair as she rested her head on his chest made your chest warm a little.

"Oh Y/N!" Your stepmom noticed your presence.

"Uh hi." You waved. Her cheeks were turning a soft shade of pink while your dad couldn't help but laugh.

"No, no, keep going. Don't let me be the reason for you guys to stop. I'll be upstairs." You teased lightly as you walked up. You turned on your computer and waited for Jaemin and Renjun.

"Hey bubs, how was practice?" Renjun asked.

You sigh, a longing looks evident on her face, “It was good."

Kun reached home excitedly, wanting to tell Sicheng about Y/N.

"Dong Sicheng!" He called. Sicheng who was working in the kitchen peeked through the walkway, "Oh hey Kun." He walked towards Kun, keeping his glasses in his pocket.

Kun gave Sicheng a big hug, "it worked, Y/N helped me finish the song." He said. Sicheng smiled and patted Kun's back.

Kun began telling Sicheng about everything that happened and Sicheng noticed how there were crows feet forming at the side of Kun's eyes and how he was smiling so much.

And Kun wasn't just talking about the earlier events but he was talking about how amazing you are, as a person.

Sicheng grinned and thought to himself, for the first time ever, Kun actually likes someone.

"So, he got your snacks after class? That's so nice!" Jaemin pouted.

"I'll buy you snacks, love." Minseo kissed his cheek.

Renjun made a face, "I've never felt more single." He sighed.

You let out a laugh, "It's okay, me too." you reassured Renjun. Jaemin smacked Renjun on the back, “Dude, don’t worry she’s out there somewhere! You just gotta keep hoping and never stop believing” Jaemin gave him a side hug, “Also, here!” he gave a fat kiss on Renjun’s cheek.

“OH MY GOD JAEMIN, WHY?” Renjun screeched. Jaemin grinned, proud of himself, “You needed some love and I gave it.” he said.

Minseo looked at you and you turned to her, shaking your head. “Do you now know what I have to deal with every day?” you pointed. Minseo giggled and nodded, “They are quite a handful.” she agreed.

“You too, Y/N. Don’t give up, be patient, and hope for the best.” Renjun finally pushed Jaemin’s face away and smiled. The corner of your lip raised slightly.

“AND BY THE BEST, HE MEANS PROFESSOR QIAN!” Jaemin pushed Renjun out of the frame.

You groaned and gave yourself a facepalm, “Really, Nana?” you shook your head.

Just as you were going to continue, you heard a faint knock on your door.

“Come in.” you press mute on your mic. Your stepmom walked in with a plate of cookies.

“Hi, dear. I made these earlier. I thought maybe you’d like to try some.” she handed the plate to you. You smiled softly, “Thank you, Lilian.” you thanked her. Her eyes widened and she tried to hide her wide smile.

“I’ll be in the kitchen if you need anything, okay? Your father had gone to play golf with a few friends.” you chuckled, “What’s new?” you joked and she laughed along.

The door closed and you turned to the screen, Renjun and Jaemin watching you with their eyes widened and mouths hanging.

“Did… did you just have a proper conversation with her?” Renjun asked, clearly shocked. You shrugged, “She came all the way up here to give me cookies, plus, I was just thanking her.” you bit into one and it was absolutely delicious.

Slowly but surely.

“Kun, this part is a bit confusing. Can we try again?” you asked. Kun nodded and the both of you were playing again and again but something was missing.

It wasn’t the same as the first day and both of you knew it. “What are we doing wrong?” you whispered.

“You noticed too, huh?” he asked, sweat trickling down his forehead. You nodded with scrunched brows. “I don’t get it, we were playing just fine the other day.”

You breathed out and looked over the music sheets. “This is the fifth time we tried. What could it be?”

Kun stood behind Y/N and stared at the piano, he was trying to figure out the solution to this.

A sudden knock scared the both of you, “Mr Qian?”, Mr Micheals, the music therapy teacher peeked into the room.

“Oh, Agus, how can I help you?” he turned. Professor Micheals didn’t seem to realise that you were there.

“I actually need you for a few minutes.” he gave Kun a knowing look. Kun’s eyes widened and he nodded, “I’ll be out in a sec,” he told Professor Micheals.

He turned to you and he gave an apologetic look, “Y/N, I’m really sorry-”

“Wait what, no, no you don’t have to apologise. I’ll figure out what’s wrong with the song.” she smiled cutely.

He poked her cheek and grinned, running out of the studio.

She placed a hand on her cheek, at where he touched. The sudden action causing her to smile shyly, internally squealing.

She began to play the song but this time, it was much worse. On the first day, the song felt light and smooth. It was as if you were in the movie and experiencing all the magic. It was as if you were in the flower field with… him.

But today it was empty and it didn’t give you the same feeling. Why did Kun choose this song?

You decided to play a different song, for the time being. The piano solo played by Victor in Corpse Bride, your favourite.

Kun and Agus were going to walk in when he heard Y/N play a different song. She calmly pressed at the keys, the notes probably engraved in her mind.

Kun recognised the song, it was the song that caught his attention on the first day of class. The morning was cold and he was rather sleepy and would rather like to sleep in but alas, he was in the studio, having an evaluation test that was requested by their previous lecturer.

When he first called out Y/N, he didn’t think too much of her. Yes, she was very pretty and the beige overalls she wore on that day were very cute but that was all.

It was no wonder, everyone seemed so excited to watch her play. She was… breathtakingly stunning.

And throughout that entire class, he looked up to see the young student show her talents. He looked around and noticed how engrossed her peers were as she played the song.

He was expecting to hear a classic but till this day, she has never once failed to surprise her.

Kun watched as she played the same song, just like the first time, her expression was sad and you could tell the song meant something to her. But what?

“She really is a talented student. No wonder you chose her to play along with you.” Agus praised as he too watched by the doorway.

“Yeah, she’s incredible.”

There was a small but growing feeling in his heart that maybe, just maybe, Y/N was always meant to play this song with him all along. He didn’t need anyone else. It has always been her.

But his heart sank at the harsh reality that someone better is out there waiting for her.

“So… why did Professor Micheals call you?” you asked. “Did you get into trouble?” you asked seriously.

He shook his head, “Mr Micheals was just informing me of something.” he waved the topic off.

The walk to the parking lot was quiet, you were going to his house with Jaemin and Renjun a bit later.

He walked you to your motorbike and you turned to him, "Thanks for walking me." You thanked him. He nodded, "it's the least I could do since I made you stay back." He said.

You were going to get on but you turned to him. "We'll figure it out. I know we will." You looked at him with determination.

"That's what I like to hear. I'll see you soon, Y/N." He spun on his heel and walked to his car.

You smiled to yourself and wore your jacket and helmet. You made an order this morning at Kun's favourite noodle place across town. He told you he loved going there but he never had time to go. You thought it would be a nice surprise.

You weren't planning on staying home for long, just needed a quick shower and a change of clothes.

"I'm home." You shut the door. Lilian walked in, wiping her hands with a towel.

"Welcome home, dear." She said before massaging her head softly.

You walked towards her, "Are you alright?" You hesitantly asked. She nodded, "Of course, dear." She smiled.

"Are you sure? I have some medicine in my room if you'd like?" You offered. She shook her head, "I'm fine, Y/N. Just a little dizzy."

You nodded, "Where's dad?" You asked. She sighed, "He had to attend a meeting in town."

She looked down at the bags of food in your hands.

She pointed at them, "I'm guessing you're going to Jaemin and Renjun's?" She grinned.

You shook your head, "It's a different friend. He and his housemates recently got a dog and he asked if we'd like to visit." You explained.

She nodded and smiled, "I see. Well, tell the boys I said hi and be safe, okay?" She smiled one last time before turning around to the living room.

You smiled, slowly but surely.

You walked to the kitchen counter and took out the two tupperwares of noodles you got for them. You got your dad's favourite beef noodle soup and potato and beef noodles.

You took a post-it and wrote,

"bought you guys some food! I hope you like them, I might be home a bit late. :))"

You ran to your room and took a quick shower and changed into a black turtleneck and tucked it into a pair of high waisted, beige pants.

You wore the necklace your dad bought for you and let your hair down.

You looked at yourself, pretty proud of the look. Your eyes glanced to your medicine box. You smiled and took out the medicine that has helped you for coughing and headaches. You took your bag and skipped down the stairs. You walked back to the kitchen and placing the medicine on the note.

You grabbed the food and placed it in between your legs as you started your motorbike.

You heard the chatter and laughter outside their house and pressed the doorbell.

The door opened and you were greeted by Yangyang.

"Yangyang!" You squealed as you attacked him in a hug.

"Hey, Y/N! Come on in, Jaemin and Renjun just arrived." You walked in and saw that everyone was preparing the food.

"Everyone, Y/N is here!" Yangyang announced.

Yukhei came running for you, picking you up and twirling you around. You laughed loudly, "Ah, it's good to see you again!" Yukhei gave one last squeeze.

"I haven't seen you guys in so long." You smiled at the noisy but welcoming atmosphere.

Xiaojun came in, Bella in his arms while Louis was playing around Hendery's feet.

You squealed, "Oh my god, she's so small!" Xiaojun handed her to you.

You gave the puppy kisses, earning an adorable whine. You awe and tickled her little round belly.

"Okay, who is ready for some- Woah." Kun walked out of the kitchen, looking at you.

He looked at you and his heart did a few turns.

And the fact that you were being extremely adorable with Bella made it even better.

You turned to Kun and waved at him. He wore a navy collared shirt, loosely tucked into a pair of black pants.

You couldn't help but giggle at the pink mittens he was wearing. You placed Bella down and walked up to him.

"Look what I got for you!" You lifted the bag. He gasped, "But their shop is halfway across town!" His eyes widened.

You nodded, "It's a quick trip if you go by motorbike. Plus, take it as a thank you." You handed it to him.

He raised a brow, "what for?" He asked.

"Well, firstly the snacks and well, for being an amazing teacher and friend." You smiled, giving him a hug.

Before Kun could react, you walked to Renjun and Jaemin who were talking to Xiaojun and Yukhei.

His face warmed and he ran to the kitchen where Sicheng was preparing the plates and cups.

"What's up with you?" Sicheng asked. Kun jumped and shook his head, "Nothing, just a bit warm out there."

Sicheng peeked outside and smirked when he saw Y/N.

"Ah, I see. Well, I'll make sure to decrease the temperature then." He said cheekily as he walked out.

Soon all of you were sitting around the living room and chowing down on all the good food.

"Whoever made this, can I marry you?" You muttered without thinking.

Kun's eyes widened. Sicheng began cackling to the point he was coughing.

"Kun made this! It's his speciality." Ten pointed at the beef and vegetable dish on the table. Your mouth fell and you turned to your two best friends who were holding in their laughter.

"Oh, uhm… it's really good!" You smiled awkwardly.

"Thank you, Y/N." Kun looked down, hiding the now obvious red blush on his face.

It was nice seeing everyone talking, eating and overall enjoying each other's company.

You were currently having a nice cup of coffee with Sicheng talking about random topics.

"How's practice going?" He asked. "It's been okay, I guess."

Sicheng placed his mug down, "oh, you don't sound so pleased." He stated.

You shook your head, "no, no. Everything is good but in our recent practice sessions, the music just doesn't feel right." You explained.

"Y'know when you do something and it's perfect but for some reason, you can't do it ever again? That's what's been going on." Sicheng nodded as you spoke.

"I can tell Kun is getting stressed out by it. He tends to blame himself for it but it's not his fault at all. I don't think I'm the right person for this." You continued.

Sicheng turned and saw Kun playing a board game with Jaemin and Hendery.

He sighed and turned to you, "I don't know if he ever wanted to tell you this but… he's been stressed out over this song even before you played it together."

You tilt your head to the side, "What do you mean?"

"Kun hasn't been able to play this song by himself or with anyone else. It's like a block, he can't pass it no matter what."

"He had played it with a few other people, including myself but it never worked."

"So, when I suggested playing it with you, he wasn't so hopeful at first. It's not because he doesn't believe in you but it's because he genuinely thought he could never play this song. When he came home telling me that you were the right person, he was beyond happy."

"Y/N, you are the right person." He placed a hand on your shoulder.

You parked your motorbike out at the garage and walked in. After the little talk you had with Sicheng, it made you think. Why am I so special? How come it only worked with me?

You walked into the house and stopped dead in your tracks. You spotted Lilian unconscious in the living room.

"Oh my god, Lilian!" You ran to her, dropping your bag on the floor. You began slapping her face lightly, trying to wake her up.

She was still breathing but it was very slow. You quickly called an ambulance. They gave you instructions to try and wake her up but nothing seemed to have worked.

Soon, you heard the sirens outside your house and the paramedics ran in.

"How long has she been unconscious?" They asked. You shook your head, "I-I don't know. I just got back." You stuttered.

They took her out and you follow behind on your motorbike.

She was brought into the ER and you were told to wait outside. You quickly called your dad, freaking out.

"Hello? What's the matter?" Your dad asked, slightly annoyed.

"D-dad… please come to the hospital. Something happened to Lilian."

He was silent before he hung up. You waited and waited and waited. No one has come out to tell you what happened.

Your dad rushed in, looking everywhere.

"Dad!" You ran to him.

For the first time in years, your dad gave you a proper hug.

"Where is she? What happened?" He asked.

"The doctors are still checking up on her." You said.

"Miss Y/N?" You heard someone call you. You turned and pulled your dad with you.

"Yes, that's me." You declared.

"Well, the good news is she's awake. She experienced a sudden drop in her blood pressure. Do you know if she's had that problem before?" The doctor asked.

You shook your head, so did your dad. "Well, it would be best if she stays in the hospital for a while. We would just like to observe her since she's never had this problem before." He informed him.

"Ah, thank you, doctor." You bowed a little.

Your dad turned to you as soon as the doctor left.

"Why didn't you call me sooner?" He asked, pain in his voice.

"I came home and she was already on the floor." You said. Before you explained further, your dad turned you to face him.

"What? You weren't at home?" He asked, his face hardening.

"Well, yeah. I got home and I even bought you guys food. I told her that I was leaving and she told me to stay safe." You explained.

"Was she already different before?" He asked.

"She did complain about a headache but she told me not to worry about it." You added.

Your dad's brows furrowed, "You're telling me you left her alone even when you already noticed she wasn't feeling well?" He raised his voice.

"Y-yes. She said I could go." You tried to reason.

"That doesn't matter, Y/N! That was very irresponsible of you. What would've happened if it was worse, huh? Gosh, you only think of yourself." He yelled.

"I get it, you don't like her but seriously, this bad?!"

Some people were already looking at you. "Dad, please not here. People are staring." You whispered.

"Do I look like I care? How could you do that, Y/N?" He grabbed you by the arm.

Your eyes turned glassy, blurred by the tears. You were angry but also sad at the fact that he somehow twisted it to be your fault.

"You wanna lecture me about being selfish? What about you? You went out to play golf with your friends! You're barely home, to begin with, and when you are you don’t care about us, About me!" You yelled back.

"Don't you ever think about how I feel, huh? You came home on my birthday, suddenly announcing you were getting married again and you didn't even ask if I was okay with that!"

"I don't even feel like I'm at home anymore. I wish grandma was still alive so I could've lived with her instead of being stuck the both of you." You pulled your arm away. "At least, she actually loved me. You could've at least pretended like you actually cared and not just use me to brag to your friends."

"Y/N…" he sounded hurt, maybe a bit regretful but you didn't care.

"No, don't. Just leave me alone. That's what you're good at, right?" You hissed as you ran out of the ER.

You got onto your motorbike, starting it with tears streaming down your face.

"I can't go home." You muttered.

You stopped by a building and called Jaemin.

The number you're trying to reach is currently busy. Please try again.

You pressed Renjun’s number this time and it was the same.

Whose place could you stay at for now?

Then suddenly, the very person you knew you needed the most popped up on your mind.

You pressed his number, silently praying he'd pick up.

"Miss me already?" He answered in a playful manner. You let out a sigh of relief.

"Kun?" Your voice broke a bit.

Kun shifted from his seat. "Y/N… what's wrong?" He asked, noticing the sound of sniffling.

"I… can I come over?" She asked.

"Of course, where are you? I'll come to get you." He stood up.

"N-no, it's okay. I'll be there in a few minutes. I need to get some stuff anyway."

She hung up and Kun immediately ran to the guest room. Hendery and Xiaojun who were up were curious about the noise and checked on Kun.

"Everything okay here?" Hendery asked.

"Y/N's staying over." Was all Kun said as he replaced the bed sheets and pillowcases.

"Wait what? Is that allowed?" Xiaojun asked.

Kun stopped whatever he was doing and thought about it.

"No… it isn't but she sounded like she needs help and I hope you guys are okay with that."

"Oh dude, of course, we are. I'm just worried that it would affect both of you, y' know since she's your student." Xiaojun explained himself.

Kun had forgotten that Y/N was his student. They were both so comfortable with each other, they just sought like close friends.

"Thanks, Xiaojun." He smiled. "And we just have to pray nobody finds out."

Xiaojun and Hendery helped Kun tidy the room up when Sicheng suddenly walked in.

"What's going on?" He asked, clearly confused.

"Y/N is coming." Hendery simply answered as he pulled the bed sheet to straighten it.

Sicheng turned to Kun. "This late?" He crossed his hands over his chest.

"Yeah, seemed pretty serious." He replied.

Sicheng smirked again, "I see, I see. No funny business, now Kun." Sicheng turned around as he walked out.

Wait for what? He paused.

"How did you - oh fuck." He plopped on the bed. Was he that obvious?

Xiaojun cocked his head and turned to Kun, who was really questioning everything.

"No…" Xiaojun covered his mouth. "NO FUCKING WAY!" he said.

"Can you quiet down?" Kun smacked his shoulder.

"THIS MAKES ME WORRY EVEN MORE." he pointed at Kun.

Hendery who was still confused finally caught on. "OH MY GOD, YOU LIKE HER DON'T YOU?" Hendery screamed. "Why didn't you tell us?" He asked as he giggled.

"Because I knew you'd react that way." He sighed as he rubbed his face.

"Whatever, we'll talk about this another time. She'll be here anytime now and-" they froze as the doorbell went off.

Kun pushed Hendery out of the way and ran down the stairs.

He quickly opened the door and his heart dropped.

Y/N's was clearly red and puffy from crying, she had some makeup smudged and she looked like she could barely talk.

Kun pulled her into the house, giving her a tight hug.

This was the second hug they shared in one day. The first one was quick and barely meant anything but this one, was warmth and worry.

"C'mon." He tried to pull away but Y/N pulled him back and wrapped her hands around his waist.

"Wait… a bit longer please." She whispered. Kun sighed and hugged her even tighter.

He placed his chin on the top of her head while she rested her cheek on his warm chest.

She finally pulled away and looked up. "Thank you." Was all she said.

He pushed a strand of hair behind her ear, "Anything for you." He smiled.

Both of them walked up to the guest room and Kun let her settle in.

Kun walked into his bedroom, sitting on his bed before finally lying down.

So many thoughts were going through his head but he had to wait for her to open up when she was comfortable enough.

You heard the soft chatter and bustle downstairs and you thought it was best to get up and freshen up a bit.

You looked into the mirror and hissed at your appearance. Your eyes had gotten red and puffy from all that crying. You didn’t even bother washing your face before passing out.

Kun had prepared quite a big breakfast since it was the weekend. Yukhei walked in, still in a robe as he yawned.

“There’s so much food!” he said excitedly. Sicheng drank his tea, “We had a late-night guest and Kun wants her to feel very welcomed.” Sicheng opened the newspapers and crossed his legs.

Kun came behind Sicheng and smacked the back of his head, “Quit it, yeah?” he said with clenched teeth.

“Can’t help it, Kun. It's the first time you’ve ever liked a girl. The best part is that all of us know her.” Hendery defended Sicheng as he grabbed a piece of toast.

“Woah, Woah, Kun likes someone? And we’ve met her? And she’s here?” Yukhei questioned. Hendery nodded and Sicheng smirked.

Kun groaned, “Seriously guys? Stop it, it’s never gonna happen.” he waved his spatula in the air.

“Who is it?” Yukhei whined.

“How are you so sure it will never happen?” Sicheng countered.

“Because she doesn’t feel the same? And it’s wrong in many ways like firstly, I’m her lecturer and two, she probably has a soulmate.”

“Who is it??” Yukhei kept asking, jumping around in his seat.

“How is it wrong if it’s true love?” Hendery replied.

“Because it would be true love if it went both ways. She doesn’t like me like that, now drop. It.” Kun said seriously.

“FOR FUCK SAKE WHO IS THIS GIRL?” Yukhei finally stood up and yelled.

“What’s going on?” they heard a small voice. Yukhei turned around and froze.

He slowly turned to Kun, shock evident in his face. He began stuttering and pointing at Y/N.

Before he could say anything Xiaojun swiftly covered his mouth and pulled him to the kitchen. Kun smiled awkwardly, “Uhm, I’ll go get the rest of the food.” He scratched the back of his neck before running into the kitchen.

Upon Kun’s arrival, Yukhei began to freak out.

“KUN, WHAT THE FUCK?” Lucas nearly screamed before the two other shushed him.

“I know but it’s complicated, okay?” Kun replied back.

“No, I meant WHAT THE FUCK WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME SOONER?” he repeatedly smacked Kun on the back.

“How come they got to know before I did?” he asked, slightly offended.

“Wh..what?? You’re mad because of that?” his shoulders drooped. Yukhei nodded, “Yeah man. I always had a feeling that there was something going on between the two of you. Like, have you seen the way both of you interact?”

Kun sighed as he leaned against the counter, “I thought you were disappointed in me.” Kun confessed.

“Why would I be disappointed? I mean, I’m lowkey worried if you get fired but you’re both grown adults, you’re only four years older than her. Plus, what if she was your soulmate?” Yukhei questions.

Kun looked taken aback. If Y/n was his soulmate, he was pretty sure they would’ve realised by now.

“Don’t give me hope,” Kun muttered.

“No, seriously think about it. What if Y/N do like you too but you can’t see it? Stop putting yourself down like that.” Yukhei walked up to Kun and placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Thanks, Yukhei but I highly doubt it. Now, c’mon before they get curious.” he walked out.

Y/N bit into the slice of buttered toast and hummed at the warm and melted butter.

“You okay, kiddo?” Sicheng rested his arms on the table.

You shrugged, “I don’t know. I’m pretty sure I won’t be able to go back home for a bit.”

“Hey, it’s okay. Just stay here until you feel ready to go back.”

“Thank you, Sicheng.” you smiled warmly.

Kun finally walked out and this was the most casual you’ve ever seen him. He wore a white sweater paired with black sweats.

“Morning.” he greeted. You smiled, “Morning, Kun.” he took the seat next to yours.

“So, what do you guys usually do on the weekends?” you asked.

Hendery shrugged, “we usually hang out and do our own thing. Sometimes, we go out together.” you nodded, chewing slowly on your toast.

“We weren’t planning on doing much this weekend though. So it might get a bit boring.” Yukhei mentioned.

“It’s alright. I’ll probably play with Bella and Louis if I’m bored.” you smiled.

“You can call Jaemin and Renjun if you like,” Sicheng added.

“Oh no, they’ve gone to Jaemin’s hometown for the weekend. Jaemin wanted to introduce his soulmate to his parents,” you said. “Renjun followed for support.”

The men all awed, “That’s really nice. Tell him we wish him good luck.” Hendery exclaimed.

You began talking with everyone comfortably, smiling and laughing once in a while.

Kun smiled at how perfectly you fit into this situation. Having breakfast with him and his best friends, chatting about, quite sleepily.

And it made him wonder, would life be this great if Y/N stayed in it?

Y/N turned to Kun who was adding his inputs once in a while, chuckling along to whatever joke Yukhei had made. Smiling and shaking his head once in a while with his messy hair and black slippers.

Her mind began to drift into thinking of how nice her life would be if Kun was in it. Not just until graduation but for much, much longer.

You liked him and you were too scared to admit it because you were scared of rejection and being pushed away once someone better comes along in his life.

It was your second week there and you were adamant on paying rent but the boys didn’t allow it. Instead, you pay in the form of doing chores. The boys had stopped you several times but they gave up after realising there was nothing stopping you. You and Kun also continued with practice but you still faced the same problem.

You were currently studying at the dining table when Kun walked downstairs.

“Hey, what are you studying?” he sat next to you.

“Music history and therapy.” you sighed as you looked at him. At this point, both of you were comfortable to the point of cuddling on the sofa while watching movies or him letting you borrow his hoodies.

And to be honest, you don’t want things to change.

“Do you need help?” he asked. You shook your head, “I’m good. Also, Kun can we continue practising later?” you asked.

He hummed, “If you mean tonight, then sure.” he stood up.

You looked at him in confusion, “I actually wanted to practice after studying.” you suggested.

“Ah, no can do, Y/N. we’re all going out.” he grinned.

“Oh, where are we going?” you asked. You got up. He wiggled his eyebrows, “You’ll see~ Just wear something casual.” he walked back up.

“So, nobody is telling me where we’re going?” you asked. Kun shook his head, “Nope! It’s a surprise.” he grinned as he drove.

Yukhei and Ten sat behind, laughing among themselves.

“Do you realise something?” you asked. He hummed, “What?”

“Study week is a week from now,” you said.

He turned to you and nodded, “What about it?”

“It means, I’m gonna be graduating soon,” you added.

“Aren’t you happy about that though?” he smiled. You shrugged and faced the window.

“I don’t know really. I mean, besides studying, I had a great time.” Kun snorted at your previous comment.

“I have two amazing best friends, my classmates weren’t problematic and I have a pretty cool teacher who cares about me alot.”

Kun grinned smugly, “Ah, who is this ‘pretty cool teacher, eh Y/N?” he turned to you.

You thought about it, “Madam Lim, without a doubt.” you joked.

Kun’s face dropped and he began to pout, “Ah, I see. Well, I guess your rant the other day doesn’t mean much to you anymore, huh?” he replied.

You gasped, “Oh no, I’m still mad about her calling me out like that.” you smirked. He rolled his eyes causing both of you to laugh.

“I’m gonna miss you,” you said. Kun’s face soften,

“You can always visit, y’ know? I’m pretty sure you’re an honorary roommate now.”

“Mhm, that’s true,” Yukhei said.

“Definitely.” Ten added.

“Thanks, guys.” you turned behind.

“It’s not gonna be the same y’ know?” you sighed. “I see you almost every day. Even when I don’t have class, I’ll always bump into you.”

He sighed and smiled, “I know, Y/N. I’m gonna miss you and your large appetite.” he took one hand off the steering wheel to pat your head. You giggled, “I like head pats.”

He raised a brow, “You do? Well, I should pat your head more often.” he smiled.

You giggled and shook your head.

You thought about your life after uni. You’ll have to find a job, hopefully, move somewhere.

But the worst of all, you won’t get to see Kun as much as you’d like to. Your heart hurt at the thought. He’s been there for you ever since he came to teach and you couldn't imagine life without him in it.

“We’re here!” Ten points. To your right, you saw bright and colourful lights and your eyes widened. You grabbed his arm, “Are we… at the lantern festival?”

He nodded proudly, “I remembered you told me your grandmother used to bring you but he stopped. I thought it would be nice to bring you.” he chuckled.

“KUN!” you whined cutely, “That’s so sweet. I can’t believe you remembered.” he couldn’t see it but you were blushing like crazy.

Kun rolled up his black sweater sleeves, turned and placed a hand behind your headrest to park.

With the beautiful lights reflecting onto his face, he looked like he jumped out of a romantic drama.

You felt incredibly small when he did that and the only thing going through your head was,

Oh my god, that’s so hot

Ten and Yukhei cheered as they ran out of the car. Kun turned back and unbuckled his seatbelt.

He turned to you and waved his hand in front of your face, “Y/N? We’re here.” he said.

“Huh?” you snapped out of your trance, “Oh, we’re here.” you looked around.

He chuckled and nodded, “Yeah, we are.” Kun opened his door and walked over to yours. He opened the door and held his hand out. You grabbed it and got out.

The other boys waited for both of you.

Sicheng and Yukhei nudged each other, giggling. Kun narrowed his eyes, signalling for them to stop.

“Hey, what’s so funny?” you asked innocently. Sicheng shook his head, “Nothing, Yukhei just pointed at something funny.” Sicheng answered calmly.

Yangyang and Ten were jumping out of excitement, they were already running around and looked around in awe, amazed at the colourful lights.

You walked side by side with Kun, reminiscing the times you walked around with your grandmother.

“I remembered having so much fun and grandma had to chase me around because I would run off without her realising,” you mentioned.

“Ah, your poor grandmother’s kneecaps.” he hissed. You lightly bumped into him, “She was a strong old lady. She’d wack, my dad if she had to.” you chuckled.

“Do you remember the song I played on the first day of class?” you asked.

He nodded, “Yeah, it was from The Corpse Bride right?” he asked

“Yeah, well that was my favourite movie when I was a kid. My grandma taught me that song.” you reminisced.

“Could you believe that was the first-ever song I learnt? She was tough but loving. I basically started playing with songs from movies.”

“But nowadays, I can’t watch that movie without crying. I miss her alot,” you said.

“She would be very proud of you, Y/N.”

“I hope she is.”

You admired the beautiful lights and lanterns. Families and couples were enjoying themselves. Kids were all running around, even Yangyang and Ten.

Kun kept looking at her, “Y/N, do you plan on going back home?” he asked, a bit more serious than usual.

You eyed him, “Planning on kicking me out, sir?” you asked.

“No, I like having you around but… why did you leave, exactly?”

Y/N hasn’t opened up about what had happened and he thought it was best to finally ask.

“Hmm, how about I tell you later when we’re practising?” you sighed, “I’d like to enjoy this.”

“Of course, whenever is fine.” Kun smiled and they continued walking around.

The boys were all pushing and playing around, you and Kun just watched from behind.

“This is really nice.” you breathed in.

“Yeah, it is.”

“Kun, they’re lighting lanterns!” Yangyang called.

“Shall we?” he pointed. You nodded enthusiastically, grabbing his hand and running to the area.

“C’mon, write a wish!” Hendery pointed at the lanterns.

You and Kun paid for your lanterns and began writing.

Everyone began hanging your lanterns on the wall, alongside the hundreds of other lanterns.

“What did you wish for?” he asked. You shook your head, "It won't come true if I tell you, dummy." You teased.

You looked around and sighed, "Sure is beautiful, isn't it?" You smiled softly.

"Yeah, it is."

As your eyes were on the colourful lanterns, his were on you, the entire time.

"Okay, we'll do one round and we'll continue another time, okay?" You offered.

"Sounds good. I'm pretty sleepy, not gonna lie." He yawned.

Both of you sat closely, breathing in and beginning in sync.

Still no changes. You shrugged, "It's okay. We still have more time." You smiled.

He sighed, quite disappointingly.

You nudged him, "I think it's time to tell you about what happened with my parents."

"Well, before the potluck, my stepmom mentioned her having a headache but she told me I could, y' know to go for the potluck anyways. Well, she fainted due to low blood pressure and my dad decided it would be better if he blamed it on me."

Kun's eyebrows furrowed, clearly irritated.

"All I want is to be loved. Yes, I have Jaemin and Renjun but I don't know what familial love is and it sucks because I want to know what it feels like to have a loving family but I don't know what family is…" a tear fell from your face.

Kun immediately pulled you in for a hug, stroking your hair gently.

"Hey... hey. I'm here, I'm here." He whispered.

"My dad was never there for me and my mom passed away before anything happened in my life. I just… I feel so lonely." You said. "Maybe I was destined to be alone forever."

Kun pulled you so you were facing him. He stroked your cheek with his thumb, "Listen to me, you're not alone. You have amazing friends who are willing to do anything for you. And I hope… someone special will come into your life and show you what love and family truly is." He ended.

"Kun, I don't even think I have a soulmate." You coughed.

"What? No, Y/N everyone does. You just need to be patient." He kissed the top of your head lightly.

You sobbed even harder, "I don't even have a soulmate mark, Kun." You admitted.

Kun's heart dropped, he thought he was the only one who couldn't find his mark.

He breathed in and faced you again, "Y/N, did you know that yellow is the rarest colour for soulmates to achieve?" He asked.

You looked up, "What?"

He nodded and hugged you tighter than before. He placed his chin on your head and rubbed your back.

"It is stated that soulmates who get the colour yellow are said to be so perfect, it's impossible to ever separate them because they have achieved true happiness, together with each other. With normal people, you could easily bump into your soulmate on the street and have no idea who they are but with this special group are blessed to have already known their soulmate." He rocked you back and forth.

He looked down and saw that her eyes had shut, sleeping soundly.

He chuckled, "And I wish, you'll meet your soulmate with the colour yellow."

Your exams were going to be for a week, and you were a nervous wreck.

You called Jaemin and Renjun, initially to study but you guys ended up talking.

“Wait, so your soulmate is Jaemin’s childhood neighbour?” you giggled.

“Yeah! We both got red.”

“Red? What were you arguing about?” you asked.

“You won’t believe it, they were fighting over peaches.” jaemin sighed.

“In my defence, she took the ripest one just as I was going to pick it.”

“Only you, Renjun. Only you.” you chuckled.

Jaemin went quiet for a while, his brows furrowing as he looked at you.

"Y/N, where are you?" Jaemin asked. "We've been calling since a few weeks ago and I know for a fact that’s, not your room."

You suck in a breath, "I never mentioned it huh?" You asked nervously.

"Mentioned what, exactly?" Renjun asked. "Bubs, where are you?" He asked, a bit more worried.

"Well, I'm obviously not home because I, uh had a fight with my dad and I'm actually at… kunzhouseh." You mumble at the end.

"What?" Jaemin asked.

"I'm… at kunshouse." You mumbled again.

"Speak louder, woman!" Renjun yelled.

"I’M STAYING AT KUN'S HOUSE!" you finally said.

"WHAT?!" they both said in unison.

"Well, you guys weren't home and well, he was the only person I could think of." You said softly.

"How long have you been staying there?" Jaemin asked.

"...I think we're about to reach a month." You replied.

The two of them looked at you and began screaming.

"AND WHEN WERE YOU GOING TO TELL US THIS?"

"YOU'VE BEEN FULFILLING OUR SHIP AND YOU DIDN'T EVEN TELL US?"

"Guys, calm down!" You panicked.

"HUSH, TELL US EVERYTHING. RIGHT NOW."

You were going to explain your situation when you heard a knock.

"Come in!" You said.

Kun peeked through the door, "Hey, it's dinner time." He said, walking towards your bed.

"Oh my god, is that Professor Qian?" Jaemin asked.

Kun popped up into the screen and waved, "Hey guys." He greeted them.

The two of them were trying their best not to scream and waved back.

"I'll see you downstairs, yeah?" He tapped your shoulder.

"Will do." You replied meekly.

At the sound of the door shutting the two of them began fanboying ridiculously, "I can't believe it, it's actually happening." Renjun panted.

"Whatever, I'll talk to you guys later." You pressed the hang-up button and went down for dinner.

You were washing the plates when you felt someone poke your side. "Shouldn't you be studying?" Kun asked. "Let me do the dishes." He said.

"No, no. You already prepared dinner. It's the least I could do." You said.

"We'll do it together, okay?" He bumped your hip to the side.

"I'll soap, you rinse?" He suggested. You hum and continued washing it quietly.

You suddenly chuckled at a thought.

"What is it?" He asked.

You shook your head, giggling "It's nothing."

“C’mon, tell me.” he bumped his hip with yours.

“I was just thinking of when we started getting close,” you told him.

“Miss Y/L/N, I’m pretty sure that’s the last thing any of your lecturers would like to see.” he stared at the girl who was lying down on the floor of the studio. Y/N jumped at the sudden voice.

“Sorry, sir. I was just listening to a song I wanted to play.” you sat up and pulled your earphones off.

“What song is it?” Kun asked, walking to his desk and putting on his glasses.

“Just some song from a movie.” you packed your satchel and looped it around your body.

He rolled his eyes, “Miss Y/L/N, I would’ve expected a classic from you. It’s a better practice than some… meaningless soundtrack.” he pushed his glasses to sit on the bridge of his nose comfortably.

“Really?” you smirked, slightly taken aback.

“Of course. You’re smart enough to know that you should master the classics first.”

You walked to his table and cocked your head to the side, “I think you’re wrong.” you stated confidently.

“Pardon?” he furrowed his brows and took off his glasses.

“Music is so broad and different, it’s not fair that we only pay attention to one type of genre.”

You replied.

“I’m merely teaching you what my teachers thought me.” he leaned back and crossed his arms over his chest.

“Okay, sir. New lesson, what’s the meaning behind this song?” you jogged to the piano and began playing Fur Elise.

Kun was surprised to hear you play it so professionally.

“So?” you asked.

“Well, it means you don’t need that much practice anymore,” he remarked.

You gave him a look and he raised his hands in defence.

“The song was thought to be written for Therese, a woman that Beethoven wanted to marry in 1810, however, his handwriting was misspelt undergoing transcription, allowing the piece to be known as Fur Elise rather the Fur Therese,” he said cooly.

“Okay, so that’s what you learned right?” you asked.

“Where are you going with this, Miss Y/L/N?” he rubbed his face.

“Now, what’s a movie you watched recently?” you asked.

He thought about it, “How to train your dragon, the second one to be exact.”

You scrunched your eyebrows, “Wow, I didn’t think you liked watching cartoons.” you said.

“My housemates wanted to watch it,” he answered.

“Ah, well perfect actually.”

You began playing For the Dancing and Dreaming, the song Stoik and Valka sang together.

You played the song with two hands, making it sound sweeter than ever.

“That’s the song Stoik sang to Valka. Their wedding song,” he said.

You nodded, “Yes, and what did you remember about this song?” you asked.

“That he promised to love her for eternity.” he finally said. “I really have no idea what you’re doing.”

“Professor, don’t you realise something? Fur Elise was about a man who wrote a song about a girl, who was his student. She declined his proposal and didn’t end up marrying her.”

“But For the Dancing and Dreaming was about a couple who promised their loyalty and love even after they part. Stoic never stopped loving Valka till the end. Both songs had deep meanings behind them and they both had a similar theme. Love. ”

“So, yes maybe classics is what you were thought but why keep it there? What’s so wrong about starting fresh and learning something different? To say that soundtracks are meaningless is quite wrong, the songs usually reflect the stories of the characters.” you smiled at the end.

Kun was speechless, all his life he never delved into playing songs besides the ones he was thought or songs from ages ago. He looked at the student across from him, how did she manage to open his eyes so quickly.

“For a second-year student, you’re very wise,” he admitted.

You shrugged, “I just never understood why we had to keep it the same for so long. Change isn’t always bad, y’ know.”

The following week, Kun was handing out different sheet music to the students.

Everyone’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, he had given a piece from Beauty and The Beast.

“How about we change things up a bit, huh?” he smiled at everyone, his eyes especially focusing on you.

“I’m guessing the talk we had stuck with you, huh?” you walked to his desk after class. He arranged some papers, “Yeah, it did. I guess I wanted my lecturers to do the same but they were to old school to change anything. I’m glad you opened my eyes, Miss Y/L/N.” he bowed his head slightly.

“No problem, Mr Qian. and also, you can call me Y/N. I don’t particularly like my last name.” you admitted.

He nodded and raised his hand, “Well, thanks for the talk, Y/N.” your name rolling off his tongue smoothly.

You grinned, “No problem Mr Qian Kun.” his eyes widened,

“How do you know my first name?” the corner of his mouth raised.

“I heard the Dean call you that. Nice name by the way.” you complimented.

“Can I call you Kun?” you asked. He looked quite surprised at your question.

“I… I guess?” he stuttered.

“Great, well nice talking to you Kun!” you turned around.

“Only outside of class!” he commented. You nodded and waved at him from the back.

“You still never listen to me, huh?” he stated.

“What do you mean?” you laughed. He elbowed you gently, “I meant by you always sit with your feet on the table and you call me Kun in class anyways.” he said.

You chuckled, “Yes, I’m guilty.” you confessed. Both of you shared a moment of laughter.

“It’s only with you, though.” you smiled as you rinsed the cup he passed to you.

He soaped the last spoon and handed to you, “What do you mean by that?” he asked, with a raised brow and a curious smile.

“I only sit around like that when it’s only your class and I only call you by your first name.” you took the spoon from him.

“Really? Wow, I should’ve been stricter with you.” he teased. You shook your head and rolled your eyes playfully, “No, I didn’t mean that you weren’t serious enough. I meant…”

“I like you, Kun.”

Kun’s playful manner vanished and he was now facing you, “What?”

“Not as a friend or a teacher. I like you, like alot for a while now.”

Kun’s heart was beating faster than he could ever imagine. She likes him too?

“And I know you might reject me but-” before you could continue, Kun gave you a quick peck on the lip.

You were so shocked about what happened, you instantly froze. Kun pulled back and scratched the back of his neck, “Me too, Y/N. Me too.” he admitted.

You giggled and smiled, you quickly wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him again, a bit longer this time.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that,” you whispered. Kun smiled and wrapped an arm around your waist while the other hand, held the back of your neck

It felt so natural to be in his arms, to be this close and it felt so perfect.

The next morning, you woke up and got out of bed. As you walked out of the room, you bumped into him.

He looked down and smiled, "Morning, lovely.” he greeted as he pushed a piece of hair behind your ear.

“Mm, good morning.” you wrapped your arms around his waist, resting on his chest.

“How did you sleep?” he asked, placing his hands on your shoulders.

“Like a baby.” you scrunch your nose. He chuckled when you heard a cough behind you.

“Well, I guess we can say that it’s finally official. We’ll see you downstairs.” Yukhei said, pulling along a speechless Yangyang and Ten.

You blushed as Kun wrapped his arms around your head, hiding you from his roommates.

You walked to class excitedly. Today, Kun decided to leave early so that he can drive both of you to uni without anyone catching you.

He yawned loudly, and you giggled. “I’m proud of you for coming early,” you said. He nodded sleepily, “I wanted to take a drive with you.” he smiled.

“And I appreciate the gesture.” you gave him a kiss on the cheek.

You reached the studio and ran to the piano, “Hey, how about a short practice?” you asked.

He agreed and you pulled him to the piano.

You began playing and sadly, still no luck.

You nudged him, “Just ignore it, we’ll be fine.” you leaned your head on his shoulder. He smiled and gently patted your head.

Kun continued yawning and you chuckled, “I’m going to grab a coffee. Do you want one?” you asked. He nodded, “that would be lovely, thank you.”

“Be right back!” you kissed him on the lip and ran out.

You were thinking of how great things were and you prayed they never change.

When you walked back to class, you heard someone else in the class.

You stood outside, not wanting to interrupt.

“Kun, he wants you in Slovenia by the end of the month. I can’t negotiate anymore.” it was Professor Micheals. "If we postpone it, you'll lose this."

“Agus, please. Just by graduation. I promised my students I’ll see them graduate.” he begged.

“Kun, You agreed to resign this job so you could have your own concerts. This is the one time you’re ever getting an offer like this and you’re pushing it away?” he raised his voice.

"I'm not sure I even want to do this anymore." He admitted.

"You can't be fucking serious…" Professor Micheals groaned.

"I found someone and I'm not ready to leave her. I won't do that to her."

"Well, you better figure out if you'd rather pick love or your dreams. Time is running out, Kun. You must hurry."

your heart dropped, and your mind was filled with different thoughts.

He’s leaving?

The class went by and Kun mentioned a few things for the exams before class ended.

Everyone thanked him before leaving class.

"Y/N!" He called.

"Hey, you okay?" He asked, noticing how quiet you went after coming back.

"Uh, yeah. I just don't feel too great." You said.

"Oh no, do you want me to send you home? It'll only take a few minutes." He grabbed your hands.

"No, no. I'll take a cab or something. Your students are much more important." You let go and turned.

"Oh, well if you need anything please tell me." He reminded.

That's strange, She was fine this morning, what happened? He thought.

Kun couldn't wait to get home and snuggle with Y/N.

He was overjoyed when he realised she shared the same feelings as him.

But for now, he'll take it slow and give her all the love she deserved.

He unlocked the door and walked to the kitchen. To his surprise, Y/N was on her phone while eating something.

He hugged her from behind which spooked her a bit.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." He kissed the top of her head.

"It's not a problem." You smiled. Kun stayed in the same position when he noticed what Y/N was looking at.

Apartments in the area

"Why are you looking for apartments?" He asked.

"Well, I'm going to have to move out one day. Might as well get ready soon." You replied. Kun let go of you and sat next to you.

"But you can stay here. Especially since we're… yknow?" He pointed out.

You turned to him, your face slightly guilty.

"Kun… I heard what you were talking about with Mr Micheals." You admitted, avoiding eye contact.

It all dawned on him, that's why she was so quiet.

"Ah…" he furrowed his brows. "How much did you hear?" He asked.

You got up and walked to the sink, "That you'll have to move to Slovenia by the end of the month." You said.

He stood behind you, "Princess, please understand, I'm trying my best to push the date." He reasoned.

"Kun, I do understand. Which is why I'm telling you to go." You said.

Kun stared at you, "What? Y/N, no I'm not gonna leave you. I won't be able to come back for a long time." He said.

"Kun, that's not fair on you! Maybe I'll be happy but what about you? What if things don't work out and you totally missed your chance at being an international musician?" You said.

"Kun, I'm not saying we have to end whatever this is just cause you're moving but if it does happen, at least I know you fulfilled your dreams." You reasoned.

"What's the use of doing it if you're not there with me? What dream if you're not in it?" He said, his voice broke.

"Kun, are you hearing yourself? Don't risk things for me!" you raised your voice.

"But I want to! I want to love you and show your love in so many ways. Don't talk about ending it please." He begged.

"Kun, we both know we can't avoid that. like you said to me, you'll have someone out there, far better than me." Tears fell, covering your cheeks.

"Why do you make it sound like you don't want to be with me?" He asked tears on the verge of falling.

"I do! I really do and it breaks my heart knowing that you've worked so hard for this but you're giving it up for me!"

"Then don't tell me to go, not yet."

"Kun…" you whined. He got up, his back facing you.

"No… we're going to talk about this later. We're both frustrated and I don't want to argue." Kun finally said as he walked out of the kitchen.

You fell to the floor, hugging your knees. You didn't know what to do to get through him.

I don't want to be the reason you won't get to fulfil your dreams.

You finished the paper and handed it to Mr Micheals who smiled at you.

You walked out of the class and sighed. That was your last paper of the week. You smiled, relief washing over you.

You also haven't spoken to Kun for a week. He kept pushing the idea of having a soulmate, why won't he accept that he is out there as well?

You walked out of campus when suddenly you heard your name. You turned and sucked in a breath.

It was Lilian. "Y/N, hey." She walked towards you.

"Oh, Lilian. Hi, uh what are you doing here?" You asked.

Well, aint this awkward?

"I wanted to talk to you. Y'know, since you've been gone for almost two months." She stated.

You scatch the back of your neck, "Yeah… I'm really sorry about that."

"No, no. I wanted to ask you why it happened. I don't want to just hear your father's side of the story, that won’t be fair." She said.

She held your hand, "Shall we?" She asked.

You nodded and followed her.

You were awkwardly drinking your tea when she came back to the gable with two slices of cake.

"Here you go. Now, how are you?" She asked.

All this time, Lilian has always paid a lot of attention to you because she actually cared. She didn't completely ignore you after marrying your dad. She made an effort to get to know you.

"I'm…" you were going to lie but your face betrayed you.

"I don't think I'm fine." You admitted. Her face instantly changed to a worried one.

"Oh my dear, what happened?"

You breathed in and told her everything that has happened. She listened to everything closely, not interrupting you at all.

She held your hand and squeezed it gently.

"Y/N, I'm so sorry you had to go through that." She apologised. "You didn't deserve that and your father was being very unfair." She said.

The shock was evident on your face, "Wait… you're not going to side with him?" You asked.

She shook her head, "Your father may be my soulmate but that doesn't mean I have to side with him for everything." She sipped on her coffee.

Your eyes widened and you choked on your tea. "Wh-what? You're dad's soulmate?"

She placed the cup down, "Honey, I thought you knew? That's why we got married so quickly." She passed a tissue to you.

You shook your head, "I'm not close enough with him to tell me anything." You played with the sleeves of your sweater.

You sat down quietly, it made so much more sense now. All this time, you thought she married him for his money.

But you also realised that your mom wasn't his soulmate.

"So, my mom…?" Lilian knew where you were heading and she shook your head.

"I should've let your father tell you this but since I'm not sure when you’re going to see him again."

"As much as your father adored your mother, she wasn't his soulmate. Your mother's father helped your father with his business and in return, he asked for him to marry his daughter."

You breathed out, head spinning a bit. All this time, you thought your mother and father were so deeply in love but in actual fact, they weren't.

And your mother died too early in her life to meet her actual soulmate.

"What's it like? To have a soulmate?" You asked her.

She thought about it and smiled, "Well, you feel… complete. You'll realise that you'll bring the best out of each other and only want to support them and their dreams." At the sound of that, your face fell.

Kun wasn't your soulmate and you didn't understand why he was so against leaving you for his dreams. He has a soulmate waiting for him somewhere and he was ready to risk everything… for you.

No, you couldn't let this happen. You had to leave the house, you had to leave him.

You reached home quickly after meeting Lilian. So far, everyone wasn't back from work yet and you thought that it was the best time to pack up.

Thankfully, you didn't bring alot of things with you so packing was a breeze.

Once everything was in your backpack, you looked over at the empty room that you stayed in. It was a simple room but you found so much joy and love staying in this house.

You suddenly heard a bit of noise downstairs. You froze, scared that it was Kun. You walked out to see Sicheng walking up the stairs.

He hadn't realised your presence so when he saw you he jumped a bit.

"Oh, it's just you." He smiled. But his face fell as soon as he noticed the empty and clean room.

"Y/N, what are you doing?" He asked wearily. You sighed and gave him a hug.

"Don't tell Kun." You whispered. He knew what was happening.

"Why?" He asked. You sighed, "I don't want to do this either. I love staying here with all of you but if me leaving is what it takes for him to go to Slovenia then I'll do it."

"Y/N, i don't think you realise how incredibly selfish this sounds."

You scoff, "How? I want him to do what he wants and suddenly I'm the selfish one?" You raised your voice.

"No Y/N, you're being selfish by leaving without even settling the topic with him." He replied. "Do you think he's going to be fine after all this happens? You're the first girl he's ever loved and how do you think he's going to feel when he realises you’re not home and that you left without even saying anything."

You paused before continuing, "Kun… loves me?" You asked.

"Of course he does! Have you not realised how much he cared for you? Y/N he was willing to give up everything after the two of you got together. Did you think you could hide it? All of us could see the love between the two of you."

You massaged your temples, "Sicheng, you do realise if you stop me from leaving, Kun won't ever be able to leave for Slovenia." You said.

"No, there are other ways you could do this. You don't have to leave him."

"You were going to leave?" A sudden voice scared the both of you.

There he was, eyebags forming under his eyes.

"You were going to leave… without saying goodbye?" He walked closer to you.

"Kun…"

"No, I want to know why you thought that would've been a good idea?" He asked, his voice bouncing off the walls.

"You said you wouldn't leave me so the only way for you to go was if-"

"If you left me?" He asked, his voice showing hurt.

You nodded, too embarrassed to look at him.

"For fuck sake." He sighed, before pulling your hand into your room and shutting the door behind him.

"I swear, they'll be the death of me." Sicheng sighed as he walked into his room.

"We are going to sit in here until we figure out a solution." He said.

"Kun this isn't just because I want you to go. You have a soulmate out there and what if she was in Slovenia, huh?" You asked.

"Y/N, I don't have a soulmate!" He yelled. "Do I look like I have a mark?.\" He yelled.

"W-what?" You stuttered. "You don't have a mark too?"

He sat beside you and held your hands, "Y/N, you make me so happy and I can't imagine life without you."

"But Kun, I can't be happy knowing that you didn't go to Slovenia because of me."

"Then I'll go. We'll do long distance, I'll do everything to make sure we're happy. Just, don't end it please." He hugged you, his head on your shoulder.

You hugged him back, "i won't. Kun, thank you." You said.

"Anything for you. I'm not gonna leave you, ever."

It was the night before Kun's departure and everyone wasn’t feeling too great.

The once lively and happy house had quiet down and had gone grey.

"Guys, this is too depressing for a farewell party." He joked.

"We can't help it. You leaving for a few years wasn't part of the contract of being friends." Yangyang replied.

Everyone snickered at the young man.

He stood up and raised his glass, "I'd like to propose a toast." He said.

"Firstly, I'd like to thank everyone for their support and love all this time. You guys mean the world to me and I wouldn't be able to go without your support."

"Secondly, I'd like to thank Y/N for coming into my life and causing chaos in it." He teased.

You narrowed your eyes and shook your head.

"In all seriousness, I thought I'd never meet someone so talented, caring and well, different. I'm glad you're here." He held your hand and kissed the back of it.

The guys all made kissy noises, Renjun and Jaemin were a sobbing mess.

At that moment, everything felt right. Everything in life was perfect.

He laid down beside you, both of just looking at each other.

“Who knew this would happen,” you whispered.

“I guess fate was kind to us and led us to each other.” he kissed your nose.

You snuggled closer, your face pressed against his chest.

“I don’t want things to change,” you said.

“And it won’t. I promise.”

“Passport?” you asked.

“Yeap.”

“Coat?”

“In my carry on.”

“Phone?”

“Yes, Y/N. now stop worrying.” he chuckled as he kissed the top of your head.

‘I’ll call you whenever I’m free.” he said.

“Don’t worry, make sure you settle in properly then you call me,” you said.

Kun turned to his friends and gave them all big hugs. “I’m gonna miss you guys.”

“We’ll miss you too,” Sicheng said.

“Kun, can you get me chocolates when you go to Belgium?” Ten asked. Everyone laughed, shaking their heads.

He gave you one last hug before walking away.

You turned around when you heard running behind you and when you turned around, Kun pulled you by the waist and gave you a kiss.

The boys all turned away to give you two a little privacy.

He kissed you on your forehead, “I’m gonna miss you, Y/N.” he said.

“I’m gonna miss you too,” you said.

He had walked over to check-in, waving at you all before leaving.

You had your arm looped around Xiaojun and Yangyang when you saw a familiar face.

If you didn't look properly, you wouldn't have been able to recognize him.

“Y/N?”

“Hi, dad.”

The cafe was quiet and small, you sat across from your father awkwardly.

“So, you're going for another trip?” you asked.

He nodded, “Yeah, I’ll be in Japan for some business.” he stated.

“What about you? What are you doing here?” he asked.

“I was sending off a friend,” you replied.

“Is Lilian at home?” you asked. He shook his head, “She’s staying at her sister’s house for a while.”

“Ah, I see.” you nod.

“Y/N?” he called.

“Yes?”

“I’m sorry… for everything.” he bowed his head.

“What?” you wouldn't believe what you were hearing. Your father has never apologised for anything before. Seeing him so vulnerable and sad was so foreign, you didn’t know how to react.

“I wasn't there for you when you needed a dad. I never realised how selfish i was. I thought marrying Lilian was a good idea because you would finally have a mother and you would be happy. I never thought it would create an even bigger gap between us. I’m really sorry i never thought of how you felt.”

“I used to not understand why you always wanted to go to grandmas but then I realised it was because of me. I never became a good father,” he said.

You remained silent, you had no idea what to say or do. You walked over to his side and gave him a short hug.

“Thank you. Thank you for that,” you whispered. He hugged you back, a bit tighter.

“I’ll do my best to be a better father.”

After meeting dad, you got a text from Kun.

Just boarded! I’ll text you when I arrive :)

You smiled and quickly typed,

Have a safe flight! Make sure to get some rest, I’ll talk to you soon.

You took a cab to Renjun and Jaemin’s house. They wanted to celebrate finishing exams and they even brought along their soulmates for you to meet.

The door opened and you were greeted by Minseo.

“Oh my god, Y/N!” she said excitedly, “it’s so nice to finally meet you, in person!” she laughed.

You giggled and waved, “Is everyone here?” you asked, she nodded, “Yeah, we were waiting for you.”

At the sound of your voice, Jaemin came running out of the kitchen.

“Hey, bubs!” he gave you a hug. “Did you just come back from the airport?” he asked.

You nodded, “yeah, Kun’s plane just took off.” you informed.

“Who would’ve known the both of you would get together? Oh yeah, us!” Renjun rested his arm on Jaemin’s shoulder.

“Ha-ha, very funny,” you replied sarcastically.

“But I’m happy and it seems like alot of things are good in life right now,” you answered.

It’s been a few weeks since Kun left and he hasn’t had enough time to call you. With the time difference especially, you couldn’t find the right time to talk to him.

Even his messages were getting shorter and shorter. You sat at the piano in his room and played the song you were going to play with him.

You weren't sure if he was going to even attend graduation and you took the initiative to learn the song as a solo piece.

Sicheng walked in and saw you practising, “Hey, kiddo.” he sat beside you.

“Hi, Sicheng.” you smiled weakly.

“Still no calls?” he asked. You shook your head, “He’s probably really busy. That’s why i’m learning how to play this song alone.” you pointed.

He nods, “That’s good. Well, we’re going to start dinner soon. So, come down when you’re done.”

“Okay, see you later.” you waved.

It was two nights before graduation and it was pretty obvious he wasn’t coming back. He hasn’t even answered any of your messages.

You were slowly losing hope as you laid in your bed, thinking of him.

“Y/N! Can you come down for a sec?” Yukhei called. You begrudgingly went down. You heard chatter before a bunch of shushing.

“What is it?” you rubbed your eyes.

The boys all grinned excitedly, “Well, y’ know how you told us you were going to just wear something you already owned for the dinner?” Xiaojun asked.

“Yes?” you eyed them. “Well, guess whose boyfriend just sent us this?” Hendery pulled a big white box from behind him.

“Wh-what? Kun sent this?” you pointed at the box. All of them nodded excitedly, “Straight from Paris!” Ten remarked.

You smiled happily, knowing that he still does think about you.

You took the box and opened the box slowly.

You let out a loud gasp, you pulled the gorgeous blue dress by its straps.

It was a beautiful flowy gown with a plunging neckline.

Attached to the dress was a note,

You can’t play Merry Go Round of Life without dressing like Sophie, my dear. It's a bit more modern but I hope you love it, Y/N. I'll return soon, I promise.

You sighed dreamily, smiling like an idiot.

“Well, go on and try it!” Ten pushed you to the stairs.

You ran up excitedly and quickly wore the dress. You gasped and awed at its beauty.

The glitter in the dress shined so beautifully and it fits you perfectly. You're surprised Kun knew your size so well. You looked at yourself and squealed.

“Y/N, come down here!” Sicheng called.

You walked out of your room and posed dramatically at the top of the stairs.

“OHHH, LOOK AT HER!” They all praised and hyped you up. You did another pose and screamed.

“It’s beautiful!” you jumped. The boys all gave you a group hug, squealing and jumping together.

“Just dye your hair grey and we’ll be done!” Yangyang said as he showed the box of silver hair dye he bought.

Everyone paused and turned to you, “Wait what?” you asked.“When did he even buy that?” Xiaojun whispered to Yukhei. Yukhei shrugged and walked up to Yangyang, he pushed the box of dye slowly.

“Why don’t we bring her to the salon? Seriously, I don’t trust us to do that,” he said.

“I mean, I think it’s a good idea. It would be nice to change things up a bit.” you sat in between Xiaojun and Sicheng.

“Actually, my friend Darcie used to work at a salon. I could ask her to come over?” Ten suggested.

“That’s actually not a bad idea. Yeah, we’ll go buy the other stuff that she needs and we’ll just do it here,” you said.

“Sounds good! I’ll go call her.” Ten got up and went to make the phone call.

You sighed, “I can’t believe I’m graduating in two days.” you said. “I wish he was here though,” you admitted.

Sicheng wrapped an arm around your shoulder, “There, there. We’ll be there to cheer you on.” he smiled. “Jaemin bought the tickets for us the other day.”

“Thank you, guys.”

“Good news! Darcie’s coming and she has all the equipment at her house. She’ll be coming in an hour.” he declared openly

The guys all waited in the living room, waiting for you and Darcie to finish.

They all instantly got up when they heard the toilet door open.

“Let me introduce to you, the new Y/N!” Darcie announced.

You walked out of the toilet shyly, smiling nervously.

Darcie had done an amazing job, instead of dying your whole head silver, she added silver highlights instead.

The boys gasped, covering their mouths.

“YOU LOOK STUNNING!” Yukhei lifted you up and twirled you around.

“Darcie, you really outdid yourself.” Ten fist-bumped Darcie.

“Let’s take a picture!” Xiaojun took out his Polaroid camera. He set up the camera on the table and all of you posed.

You looked at the picture and smiled fondly, everything was going great in life.

On the day of graduation, you sat at your vanity, curling your hair. Jaemin and Renjun walked in along with Minseo and with Ae Cha, Renjun’s soulmate.

“Hey, Y/N we’re he- OH MY GOD!” Jaemin screamed. “Your hair!” Renjun pushed Jaemin out of the way and gasped.

“Yeah, I wanted to change it a bit.” you chuckled nervously. Minseo came running and she squealed, “YOU LOOK GORGEOUS!” She praised.

“Thank you! You look amazing, Minseo.” you hugged her.

Behind Renjun, you saw another figure. You walked towards her, “You must be Ae Cha! I’m Y/N.” you extended your hand and smile warmly.

She shyly shook your hand, “Hi, nice to meet you.”

All of you spoke for a while when suddenly you heard a knock on the door.

“Y/N, we should be heading out,” Sicheng said. Sicheng wore a navy suit with silver detailing.

“Don’t you look handsome!” you praised. He blushed, “I tried.” he said bashfully.

You sat in the car with Sicheng, Yukhei and Ten who wore their best suits. Ten wore a grey suit while yukhei wore a maroon suit with a floral shirt underneath.

“Are your parents coming?” Yukhei asked. You shook your head, “Dad’s trip got extended and Lilian had to take care of her mom. They did call me earlier though, it was nice.” you told them.

When you reached the ballroom of the university, you were amazed at how they managed to decorate it that well. Everyone definitely wore their best dresses and suits.

You found the table you were all sitting in, you sat down in between Xiaojun and Hendery.

You were just about to have a conversation with Xiaojun when your classmate tapped your shoulder.

“Y/N, you're the first performance after the speech. They need you backstage,” she informed you.

Your face fell, everyone at the table began cheering you on. You kind of received stares but you followed your classmate nervously.

“Ladies and gentlemen, the dinner will soon begin. Please take your seats.” the emcee announced.

The dean of the university was giving his speech and you were looking over your notes.

“Without further delay, I’d like to invite our talented pianist, Miss Y/N.”

You walked onto the stage, where the grand piano stood.

“Miss Y/N will be playing Merry Go Round of Life,” they announced.

“Alongside, rising musician and ex lecturer, Professor Qian!” at the sound of that, your eyes widen and you turn to the other side of the stage.

There he was, you never knew he could be any more handsome. He wore a white shirt and tucked it into a pair of black dress pants. Just like Howl.

He stood beside you, grabbing your hand and pulling you for a bow.

“Kun…” you said, not paying attention to the audience.

“Your hair, it’s just like starlight,” he whispered. “It’s beautiful.” he quoted Howl from the movie.

You couldn't believe he was here, both of you sat down on the bench and breathed in.

“Ready, love?” he asked.

“Now that you're here, I am.” you winked.

You breathed in and began playing.

And just like that, it was as if nobody else was in the room. Both pianists worked together in harmony and the entire ballroom was in awe of the beautiful chemistry between them.

You eyed him and smiled, which he too smiled widely. You continued and for the first time in weeks, you got it.

You played it like the first time. Everything was there, the sweet, the smooth tune and the gentle way it radiated around the room.

Once the music stopped, the room was quiet before the roaring applause began.

Both of you stood up and bowed, holding one another's hands. Your friends were whistling and cheering loudly.

You giggled and faced Kun but your heart stopped.

He was happy that he made it in time to play with her but when he turned he wasn't expecting to see,

Yellow. True happiness.

Both of you stood frozen, his eyes were yellow and so were yours.

Your soulmate mark… was your eyes. That’s why you couldn’t find it.

You ran backstage, pulling Kun with you.

“I love you,” you said before slamming your lips onto his. Kun pushed you gently against the wall, kissing you much more eagerly.

Thankfully, everyone was on the other side of the backstage so you took your time. He pulled you close, hugging your waist while you wrapped your arms around his neck.

You kissed him so close that your whole body curved into his.

You pulled away, both of you panting at the kiss. Your eyes were close for a few moments before you opened them, you placed a hand on his cheek.

“I knew you were meant for me.” he pushed a strand of hair behind your ear. “And i love you too.” he gave you one more peck.

You rested your foreheads against each other, still in each other's arms, happy as ever.

You walked out, hand in hand. Some gave you strange looks but you didn’t care. He was your soulmate and that’s all that matters.

Your classmates were all staring at you, whispering among each other. You caught them whispering so you decided to give Kun a kiss on the cheek.

Everyone’s stopped what they were doing before screaming and squealing. You giggle and pulled him to the table.

“Ah, making it public I see?” Hendery asked.

Both of you looked at each other and smiled.

“Wait… oh my god.” Sicheng realised the look on your faces. Everyone reacted similarly.

“Everyone, this is Kun. My soulmate.” and with that, there were tears of joy, praises and plenty of hugs.

You took a walk at uni one last time, you told everyone you wanted some time to reminisce about your last time there.

You walked into the studio and smiled at the familiar setting. The piano at one corner and the many desks scattered everywhere.

You sat at the piano and thought of all the long practices you had with Kun, those moments that made you closer and closer.

You decided to play one last song, For The Dancing and Dreaming. The song that made you friends in the first place.

You chuckled when you heard the door open.

“I knew you'd be here.” the honey-like voice said. You felt him hug you from the back, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Just enjoying my last time here,” you said, holding onto his hand.

“I know. I’m gonna miss this place too. So many great memories here.” he sighed.

You turned and faced him, kissing him once more. “Shall we go back?” you asked sweetly.

He nodded, “Yes please, I’m still very jet lagged.” both of you laughed.

When you got up from the bench, you stumbled slightly, a sudden pain shot up from your spine.

You suddenly saw you and Renjun in the studio. Why does that look familiar?

You held onto his hand while you pressed a hand against your head.

“Hey, you okay?” he asked, he held your face in his hands.

“Y-yeah. I’m just feeling a bit dizzy. Let’s go home, yeah?” you smiled.

He nodded and both of you walked out hand in hand.

The drive was quiet, Y/N had fallen fast asleep and Kun was smiling the entire way.

You stretched, opening your eyes.

"Hey, feeling better?" He asked.

You nod, "A bit better."

You could only hear the sound of the air conditioner and the music.

"Kun?" You called.

"Yes, love?" He answered.

"Are you going to go back?" You asked.

He sighed, "I was actually gonna avoid this topic but no, I don't want to. Especially after finding out that you're my soulmate. I never wanna leave you." He held your hand and kissed the back of it.

"B-but…"

"No buts Y/N. I'm staying. I'll continue being a lecturer." He said.

"Kun, be honest, did you enjoy yourself when you were touring?" You asked.

"Well yeah but I enjoy teaching as well so your point is invalid." He replied.

"Kun, I can follow you. I'll travel with you if that means you'll continue." You pleaded.

"I can't believe we're arguing about this again." His hand tightened on the steering wheel.

"We don't have to! Kun, I don't mind following you. We'll still be together!" You said, voice a bit louder than before.

"Yeah and leave your friends? I can't do that to you." He was getting irritated, you could see his knuckles turning white.

"So what? You did it too!" You pointed out.

"That's different." He muttered.

"How? In what way is it different?" You almost yelled.

"It's because I can handle being alone!" He finally yelled back.

"Goddamnit Y/N, I can't go through what happened the other day. If you follow me, you'll only have me. If you stay at home you have the boys, your friends and family."

"Kun, I can always make new friends!"

"Enough! I don't want to he-"

Suddenly, a loud honk was heard and Kun swerved to the side. The last thing you heard was him calling your name and screaming. A weird buzz began tickling your body and suddenly, everything went black.

"Y/N?" You heard a muffled voice. You opened your eyes but it was still black.

"Kun? Kun! Why can't I see?!" You yelled.

"Woah, Woah bubs. You're okay." You heard Jaemin's voice.

"Nana, Where's Kun? Is he okay?" You tried to get off the bed but you fell.

"Y/N!" Renjun yelled, picking you up.

"I can't see, Nana, Injunnie what's going on? Where's Kun?!"

"Baby, who are you talking about?"

It's been a year since you lost your eyesight. You sat in your bed and cried. You lost your soulmate as quick as he came.

"Is she okay?" Lilian asked her husband. He shook her head, "She's been crying every night. I don't know what to do. The doctors still don't know how she lost her eyesight. Renjun said she just fainted." He drank his coffee.

"Sweetie, what about we bring her for a concert? A pianist is coming to town. I think she would enjoy it very much." Lilian suggested.

"That would be nice. Let's go ask her." Both of your parents knocked on your door.

"Sweetie, can we talk?" Your father shook your body slowly.

You wiped your nose, "sure." They helped you sit up.

"Y/N, how would you like to go to a concert? A famous pianist is in town and I think you'll enjoy it very much." Lilian suggested.

You sighed, "What's the use. It's not like I can properly enjoy it." You complained. They both gave you a hug, Lilian rubbing your back gently.

"Baby, you haven't gone out in ages. Jaemin and Renjun miss you alot." Lilian said.

"Please? I think you'll love it." Your dad asked once more.

You groaned, "Sure. Why not?" You agreed.

Renjun and Jaemin immediately gave you a hug. You missed seeing their faces so much and just seeing things.

Every minute you're awake, all you can see was Kun's beautiful brown eyes.

"C'mon, it's starting." Your father ushered you in.

The moment the song played, your heart broke.

The pianist was playing Merry Go Round of Life.

"Mom, can you please bring me to the toilet?" You pat her hand.

"Of course sweetie." She said.

Once you entered the toilet, you began crying your heart out. You miss his touch, his kisses, his kindness and his stubborn habit of not following what he wants. You cried realising that your last time with him was wasted on a useless fight.

You cried and sobbed when you felt a hand touch your face.

You gasped, "Lilian?"

"No, dear. It's me." That voice… Cyan!

"Cyan? Is that you?"

"Yes, Y/N. I’m sorry everything turned out so badly."

"Cyan, please I need to see him." You begged.

"I know, love. Which is why I'm telling you this."

"Once you go to that world, all memory of you will disappear in this one and all the lost memories of you will return to those in the other world."

"The choice is yours."

You stood up and breathed out.

"Anything for him."

She chuckled, "Good. Now, be good when you reach that world." She snapped her fingers and suddenly you fell to the ground, the cold tiles coming in contact with your skin.

When you woke up, the white light blurred your vision but you could see again. You looked at yourself in the mirror and you slowly touched your face.

You began tearing up when you heard the applause from outside.

You ran out of the toilet and searched around. You began running around when you bumped into a hard chest.

"Woah, you okay?" Jaemin asked. He looked at you closely, "Y/N, are you okay?" You knew that both Jaemins was the same but you couldn't help but hug him. Once you saw Renjun as well, you ran and gave him a hug.

"What happened?" He asked. Jaemin came towards you and shrugged.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the man of the night." You heard someone announce.

When you turned around you saw him.

The love of your life. But he looked so different, instead of his once lively features, he looked tired and emotionless.

"QIAN KUN!" you yelled.

No… that can't be her

"KUN!"

"Y/N?" He looked around when his eyes landed on you.

He stood frozen, not believing that you were there. You ran to him and immediately looped your arms around him.

"Where have you been, my love?" He hugged you back, sobbing as he asked.

"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry." Both of you sank to the floor not letting go of one another. You cried together, forehead pressed against each other.

You pressed your lips to him, holding his head in your hands. Tears streaming both of your faces, both not ever wanting to let go, ever.

You woke up, stretching your body. You turned and saw Kun sleeping soundly. His bare chest rose and fell, his breathing steady.

You turned to the balcony of your hotel room. You tied your robe and walked out, inhaling the cold air of Vienna.

You watched the figures walking around and you smiled.

A pair of strong hands wrapped around your waist. "Baby, come back to bed." He kissed the nape of your neck.

"Good morning, Kun." You greeted sweetly.

"Good morning, baby." He rested his chin on your shoulder, shutting his eyes.

"You'll have to get up soon, Kun. We have a performance at 3." He groaned.

"Don't remind me." He sighed.

You chuckled and turned around, wrapping your hands around him.

"Y'know I love you right?" You asked.

He kissed your forehead, "Of course. I love you too."

"And I promise to never leave you, ever." You said. "I'll be here with you until we're old and wrinkly."

He chuckled and kissed your lips, "I like that." He said.

You smiled and rested your head on his chest.

"I love you."

"And I love you."

As they stood there in each other’s arms, they had not realised that both their wishes from the festival had come true.

Hers was to not be alone and to be loved.

And he was to find his soulmate and love her forever.

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Falling for you | Pt. 2

• Pairing: Jimin x Namjoon • Genre: fluff, nsfw-content | Rating: Mature | Christmas!AU / Curse!AU • Words: 12k | AO3 • Disclaimer: mentioning of blood, accidents, alcohol

written with @cassiavioletblue

↳ Everyone told him that love was the highest aim, that it was what completes you and made you happy…but he was never lucky like that. It just took a piece of him and left scars on his heart every time. He was done with that. He had given up on love a long time ago so he should stick to it or else not only he would be affected.

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His eyes were narrowed as he watched him with intent.

“You shouldn’t mess with the occult.” He didn’t even ask, before taking a seat right in front of the stranger, teacup still in hand, while he let his fingers drum against the porcelain in a melodic rhythm. Leaning his head aside, a smile pulled at the corner of his lips. “It usually backfires when you’re a mere human.”

Namjoon startled when the stranger sat down at his table, talking before Namjoon even had time to realize that the other was talking to him. He quickly shut the book, placing it cover down on the table so the other couldn’t read the title even though the vague comment suggested that he already knew what kind of book Namjoon was reading.

“Ah, I’m just reading this for fun, of course I don’t believe in it!” His cheeks heated and he felt strangely caught in the act even though he didn’t need to explain himself to some stranger.

“Sure, you don’t. That’s what all of them say and then they regret calling for a demon.” He leaned a little more over the table, eyeing the man a little more thoroughly. He was tall, handsome, dark hair falling into his face and he wondered what a man like him could want. “Will you tell me yourself or do I need to tickle it out of you?” Yoongi teased the man, taking another sip from his tea. “Maybe I can help with what you’re looking for.”

“Demon? I’d never… they don’t exist! And even if why would I risk something like that!” How he wished there were a better solution, a real one that didn’t have him grasping at straws. His life was falling apart, slowly but surely and if he didn’t do something then he would be bankrupt and lost by the end of the months. There was nothing left to do but worse of all...he was alone. He was desperately, utterly alone. The pain seared through him again at the thought of his boyfriend - ex-boyfriend - who had left him there, in the hallway, giving back the ring they had worn for months. Of course, Namjoon hadn’t really thought that they would marry after he had given him that ring, it was just a symbol, just a tiny gesture that he loved him, with all his heart, that he wanted to stay with him, bind his live to him… he stopped his thoughts before the well-known feeling of his throat constricting and his eyes burning would take over and he would started to cry in front of that stranger that had decided coming up to him and talking nonsense was a good idea.

“You know lying to me won’t help when I see right through you. You’re hurt.” Yoongi pinpointed right away, “Awfully hurt and you’re desperate enough to look for an out. I guess nothing else helped. No one else there to share money. So…” He clicked his tongue, leaning his chin on his hands that he folded together, gazing into Namjoon’s eyes. “How can a witch like me help you.”

“Okay, that’s enough, I won’t let you talk to me like th…” His voice died out, his anger fading until it only left a mixture of wariness and hope. “Did you say witch? What do you mean by that? Are you telling me you’re going to read the cards for me? Or wave some pendulum and everything will get better?” He didn't dare to ask the other if he had actual magic powers but anything in him wanted to believe that exactly that was the case that the strange man in front of him could wipe away his pain and sorrow by flicking a magic wand.

“I could do that, yeah...” Yoongi hummed, “But I don’t exactly think you were looking for that so… tell me, what is it I can help you with…” His eyes never left Namjoon’s who suddenly had gotten a glint in them that told Yoongi that he had found a desperate human, ready to give everything.

“Okay, let’s just pretend for a second that you could help me - what exactly would you do? I don’t think you would lend me money and fix my problems for free. What would be in it for you?” He fixated the other who did not look like he was some magical being. His hair had an unnatural color, and he wore strange clothes and jewelry but with a bit of hair day and a shopping trip at hot topic anyone could make themselves look like that.

“That actually depends on what you need. Every spell, every deal or potion is different, just as individual as the one asking for it. So, you need to be clear of what you want. The more I know, the more I can help you.” He put his tea back down, pursing his lips as he noticed it being empty already. Hovering a finger over the empty cup, Yoongi began to swirl it around and slowly with every swirl the tea filled itself up again. “And of course, nothing is for free. There’s always a crux of the matter, but it depends if you’re willing to pay the price.”

“Oh, of course, I should have thought of that, so how much is it if..” Yoongi Swirled his fingers and Namjoon forgot what he had wanted to say. His mind went totally blank when he saw the cup filing itself. His first instinct was that this was a trick, that this was some scam to get people’s money but there was something in that stranger's face, a spark in his eyes that told him everything he needed to know. This was magic! The real deal. Everything he had ever dared to hope for was suddenly within reach. Wild, unadulterated joy filled his heart and he let himself imagine how it would feel to be free of that pain, free of his sorrows, free of everything that had weighted him down these last few weeks and made him feel like there was a noose around his neck pulling tighter and tighter. “I want you to fix my life!” He whispered breathlessly, “I want you to fix everything - and I’ll pay whatever it costs.”

“Everything? Oh,” Yoongi chuckled, “I can’t fix everything. There’s always a loss, so you have to be detailed with me. Do you want money? Luck? Love? What is it exactly that you’re seeking?” Tipping his chin, he studied Namjoon again, “I told you, I need to know more…so spill it, human.”

Namjoon shook his head. “Not love. I’m done with that. Everyone tells you that love is the highest aim, that it’s what completes you and makes you happy… but I was never lucky like that. It just took a piece of me and left scars on my heart every time. And after the last time... I’m just finished. I want to concentrate on myself for once. My rent for next month is due next week and I haven’t even paid it for this one simply because I don’t have any! I will lose the apartment if I don’t get some money soon, because I’ve ignored a letter too many about how ‘this is the last warning’. I have no food left, no friends or family to help because I moved here for my partner and put all my time and energy in the relationship. I’ve gotten none of the jobs I applied for and to be honest I don’t even want to get them because it’s not what I want to do with my life. I have ideas, lots of them, but neither the contacts nor the money to do anything about it. So, I don’t know what exactly it would take to do something about it but if your magic can help then I’m all up for it.”

A smirk appeared on Yoongi’s lips. “Oh, that makes it a lot easier. Fortune, money, knowledge and a little bit of luck is that I can give to you just for one little thing in return.” He licked the remains of tea off his spoon and took his time, before finishing his sentence. “Everyone you love, you truly deeply love, will get hurt. One way or another. But if you’re not up for love anymore, you shouldn’t care about that little, small detail. It shouldn’t bother you.” Yoongi got up, pushing the chair back in place, stretching himself just a little before he walked ahead. He stopped, peeking over his shoulder. “What do you say, Kim Namjoon. Do we have a deal?”

Namjoon furrowed his brows. “That’s the strangest deal I’ve ever heard of! Shouldn’t you want like… a piece of my soul or my first born or something like that? I’m not in love with anyone right now and if it’s up to me I won’t fall in love ever again. Because I’m sick of ending up lost and betrayed and hurting every time. So even if I might fall in love against my will I dont mind if its them hurting for once. We have a deal, witch!” He held out his hand and the other gripped it with his delicate hand. Yoongi’s grip was strong and relentless and Namjoon swallowed hard when a rush of heat went through his palm, travelling up his arm. For a second fear crept up inside of him as he wondered if he’d made the wrong decision, but he calmed down quickly. This was the best deal he had ever made! He would get what he wanted - without having to pay anything in return. Nothing that really counted for him anyways…

…

Jimin blew a string of hair out of his face, looking down at the small mountain of laundry he had collected and was trying to push into the washing machine. He was actually kind of proud how he was holding up so far and Namjoon had shown himself as a kindhearted man - at least when he was around. Usually when Jimin was in his apartment the other was either out working or on his phone, locking himself in his office again. He pushed the button, smiling when the machine began to swirl the dirty laundry and so he turned around with a satisfied sigh.

Jimin yawned tiredly, grabbing his jacket to pull it halfway over his frame when he saw Namjoon's back. The other was still wearing his suit, all dressed up as he usually did. It was no surprise seeing him like that and Jimin wondered if he'd ever seen Namjoon wear anything else but suits at home. The first thing he did was switching his jeans for sweatpants the moment he was home. Did Namjoon sleep in a suit as well?

"Wait for me, please!" He called out, quickening his steps.

Quickly Namjoon reached out to stop the door from closing. “Oh, I didn't know that you were here.” He had needed to get something from his office and because it had been so quiet, and the lights went on and off automatically he had thought that he was here alone. “Did you finish for today?” He asked the younger with a polite smile.

“I was in the laundry room.” Jimin nodded, mimicking his smile as he came to a halt right next to Namjoon. The other was way taller and broader than him and now that he stood right by his side it was even more evident how small he was. “But I’m finished now, so i’m heading home.” His eyes wandered down to where the shirt was straining against Namjoon’s chest. “And you? Are you off to get some drinks...with friends or…?” He didn’t really finish his question, not really sure if Namjoon liked personal questions - but Jimin was actually curious. He hadn’t seen any hints of a lover, nor really any friends.

“Oh, I’m not finished yet I just needed some papers. “ He couldn’t remember the last time he went out for drinks for fun. He went occasionally with business partners or to discuss ideas if someone preferred to meet in such a location but even then did he only drink what he had to so that his head would be clear enough to still talk business. Work had become his life and he wouldn’t have it any other way! Just sometimes on very rare occasions (like now) could he feel a dull ache in his chest as if he might be missing out on something. However, he knew that he wasn’t.

This was the better version of his life.

Jimin chuckled, “You’re really a workaholic, aren’t you? It’s half past ten and you’re on your way to your office.” He shook his head in amusement. “Hayoung told me how much you’re working but…you’re like…always working… I should kidnap you and take you to a bar.” Jimin winked teasingly at the other, giggling softly as he looked up at the numbers changing on the board showing which level they were.

“Honestly, I’d rather spend my time doing something important than wasting it on small talk and alcohol.” He answered curtly. “One hour at the office can bring me closer to my goals but one hour out drinking can only bring me headaches and a loss of money.”

“Oh, sure, yeah…” Jimin bit his lip, feeling his cheeks blush again. He felt stupid for teasing, for trying to be quirky and ask Namjoon something so personal, when the other so obviously didn’t want to talk to him. “I guess that’s how you’ve got all of this. You seem really focused and that’s good. I’m sorry for my inconsiderate question. I guess, I just wanted to tease a smile from you.”

Namjoon was honestly surprised. “Why would you want that?” Before he could think about Jimin’ strange statement there was a small jolt, and the elevator came to a halt. Automatically Namjoon reached out to open the door when he saw the number that indicated that they hadn’t arrived at their destination yet. It flickered - and then the lights went out.

Jimin let out a scream, jumping aside and right against Namjoon who he couldn’t see in the dark. He was halfway stumbling, falling into Namjoons arms and out of instinct, his fingers digged deep into his arm, holding onto the only thing that was close enough in the dark. The darkness only lasted a second before the lights were back up.

“That’s the emergency generator. There must have been an issue with the electricity.” He swallowed hard, trying to concentrate on anything but Jimin’s body pressed against his. The younger was holding onto him for dear life as if he was afraid the elevator might fall at any second. “We’re safe, nothing will happen. It’s just a technical thing, don’t worry.” His arm started to hurt from how tightly Jimin gripped it, but he didn’t mention it.

Jimin loosened his hold but didn’t let go entirely. “W-what do you mean? We’re stuck?” He sucked in a sharp breath, trying to keep control over his breathing but he failed miserably. Jimin’s eyes flickered to the buttons. “Can we call someone? Oh god…” The panic began to settle in.

“Jimin?” He could feel the boy starting to tremble and so he took both of Jimin’s hands in his, trying to make the other focus on him instead of his panic. “There is no need to be afraid. I have an automatic security system; someone has already been notified that we’re stuck in here. It might take them a little while to arrive and I’m sure you can think of a better way to spend your free time, but you don’t have to be afraid, really. Why don’t we talk about something nice until they arrive? Would that make you feel better?”

“Y-yes?” Jimin looked up, trying to hide his nervousness behind a strained smile. “I’m sorry…I’m still holding onto you, right.” He wanted to pull his hands away, but Namjoon took them in his and Jimin held his breath. It felt as if the air was getting thinner and the metal box seemed to get only smaller, but his eyes were only on Namjoon. He trusted him. “Something nice, please…” Jimin whispered, “Y-you start.”

Namjoon blinked. His mind was empty. Something nice… something Jimin might enjoy… why couldn’t he think of something outside of work? When Jimin started to worry his lip and look all panicked again he blurted out the first thing that came to his mind. “I don’t like mint ice cream because I think it’s the worst combination of flavors ever combined, and mint rather belongs in toothpaste than into sweets.”

Jimin just blinked at Namjoon for a moment, before snorting, “That’s…not something nice, Namjoon.” He shook his head fondly, breathing felt a little easier now. “I love sunflowers. Especially wild ones when they grow as tall as…as you.” Jimin took a deep breath, slowly breathing out again.

“Oh, really? I actually know a field about half an hour from here. They don’t all grow that tall because it’s a field where you can buy and cut them but if you visit there late the ones that are left will be the tallest.” He could easily picture it, him and Jimin driving there and taking a walk between the flowers. It would be a sunny day and maybe they could get dinner after...

A sudden jolt of the elevator made Jimin forget everything and wrap his arms around Namjoon without any second thought. Squeezing his eyes shut, he held onto him for dear life, thinking that the elevator was finally free falling – but it didn’t move. Instead, he could feel his knees giving in, wobbling like jelly as he tried to find his grounding again.

“Maybe we should sit down while we wait?” Namjoon’s throat felt a little dry but he knew he needed to do something before his body reacted to the way Jimin was pressed up against him. He was embarrassingly responsive when it came to soft skin and the hard planes of muscle Jimin combined.

“O-okay,” Jimin didn’t move away, but only let Namjoon guide him down to sit, where he could still stay close by his side. “I’m sorry,” He mumbled, slowly taking his hands off Namjoon, where he had still held on to his arm like the scaredy cat he was. “Again…” Jimin sighed, leaning his head back against the cool wall. “Being locked in like that scares me…”

“There is no need to apologize. You’re doing fine!” He leaned in a little to whisper conspiratorially to him, “I’m only so calm because this has happened before. I was totally freaked out the first time, including some really embarrassing moments where I tried to open the elevator door with my bare hands or tried to open the emergency hatch above us by throwing my shoe at it. It didn’t work by the way.”

It was easier to breathe with Namjoon next to him. Something about him, his voice, and the way he leaned against him, made Jimin feel a lot safer. "It never happened to me before. I have to walk up the fifth floor to my apartment every time." Jimin spoke quietly, relaxing a little more, his shoulder leaning against Namjoons. He could feel the warmth come from him and Jimin had to fight the urge to lean in just a little more. " Can I tell you a secret?" Jimin turned to look at Namjoon, a little smile pulling at his lips, "Dont take it the wrong way, please. I kind of imagined you... differently."

Namjoon hummed in acknowledgement. That’s where the other got his firm ass from, walking all those stairs at least twice every day. It was cozy like this, with Jimin leaning against him as if they were friends. Namjoon wished they were. Or not ...friends, more than that…

He chuckled at the other’s confession. “How did you expect me to be then? Older? Wearing fancy shoes and lots of rings every day?” People were mostly surprised by his age, that’s why he was working so hard. To make up for it. And for the way he had gotten here.

"No, I knew you were kind and.... very structured. Hayoung told me a lot about you." There was a light blush on Jimin’s cheeks, when he thought of the many times Hayoung had tried to tell him how amazing the other was, or how cute they would be together. Jimin had smiled, waving it off as a daydream. No one like Namjoon would be interested in someone normal like him. And still, the moment she had asked for his help to take over for her vacation Jimin hadn't even hesitated. Not for the money per se, but because he was curious. "I didn't think you'd be so..." Jimin bit his lip, "There's only Jungkook and Hayoung... I've never seen anyone else around you. You're always by yourself. I never see you wear sweatpants or anything else but a suit. You're always working, Namjoon. Don't you feel lonely sometimes? What about Christmas? Will you visit your family? "

Namjoon cocked his head. “So, what you are saying is that you think I’m lonely and unable to relax? And you also don’t like my suits?” He gave the younger an amused look, “Do you really think it’s smart to insult your boss while you’re locked in with him?” He had hoped that Jimin would just let it go but the other’s worried gaze didn’t change and so he sighed and shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know what I’m doing on Christmas, actually. We will have an office party a few days prior if you want to come. The food is delicious and Jungkookie always chooses the best decoration.” Or so he had heard.

“No, I didn’t mean it like that...I was just wondering about...you...your life,” Jimin said, turning a little more towards Namjoon. “It’s probably not smart either to wonder about if your boss is happy.” He let his gaze linger on him a little longer, feeling his own heartbeat quicken. “Are you inviting me to a party, Mr. Kim?” Jimin winked teasingly, nudging Namjoon’s side. “If you’ll be there, then I’ll come if you want me to. Will there be mulled wine?”

“Oh, uhm, yes, of course, as an employee of mine you should totally be there. “Hopefully, he could get to Jungkook before the other told Jimin that he normally never went to the Christmas parties. “Yeah, I will be there.” For Jimin he would put up with Christmas music and fairy lights and glitter and everything else. It couldn’t hurt to talk to him and eat nice food, right? “I’m positive that there will be mulled wine but I can make sure to order some extra so you will definitely get some.”

“I’m just a substitute. That’s not really an employee right? Also, I’m working for you personally, not your office. I’ll be gone after Christmas again and maybe, except for my flowers you’ll have to miss me then.” Jimin laughed softly, liking how easy they were talking. “A Christmas party sounds nice, though you’ll be the only one I know then. I hope you know that means you have to show me around. I’m entirely dependent on you.” He leaned a little more into Namjoon. “Will you let me invite you in return?”

“You’ll get along quickly with the others and you’ve seen Jungkook. I think he’s around your age so you two should get along nicely. However, if there’s really no one that you can talk to I promise I’ll make your stay worthwhile and stick by your side, personally. Deal?” His breath hitched when Jimin talked about inviting him in return. Inside of the building or even under the pretense of a company celebration he could function perfectly but outside, with only Jimin and him and no more pretense? Could he do that? “What... what kind of invitation are we talking about?” He asked breathlessly.

“Nothing big,” Jimin shrugged his shoulders, “But I’m usually working until late afternoon on Christmas and…normally, I go home and watch some movie, make myself some dinner.” Blinking up at Namjoon, he tried to hide the shy smile. “You said you’re at home yourself, right? It’s better not to be alone on Christmas. I’m a pretty good cook.”

“You want to invite me into your home on Christmas and cook for me because …I said I don’t have plans myself?” He was torn between saying yes immediately because he absolutely wanted to be with Jimin on Christmas and have a nice dinner - but he was also scared. Utterly, horribly scared. He hadn’t done this ‘dating’ thing in forever and there was also that thing with the price of his ‘magical help’.. though that should be fine as long as he didn’t fall in love, right? He could like Jimin all he wanted as long as he didn’t lose his heart they would both be fine. “If you really want to spend that night with your boss instead of… wait, so you don’t have any family either that you’ll visit? Please tell me you don’t stay behind to cook for your boss out of pity while your family all meet somewhere else!”

“Actually, I would have invited myself over to your apartment.” Jimin grinned, “My oven isn’t really in the best shape…it takes ages and…I don’t think you’d like my middle class apartment. It’s not really as pretty as yours, though…” He proudly pointed one finger, “I own a lamp designed by you. I got it from a yard sale.” Jimin reached out for Namjoon, laying his hand on his thigh to calm him. “I’m just as alone as you on Christmas night. And you can’t really call yourself my boss anymore on Christmas anyways. We can make a mess for Hayoung to clean then.”

“That might actually be a better idea, there’s lots of space and we could use some of the kitchen utensils that have rested in their drawers since I moved in. They’ll be happy to be used by someone with cooking talent.” It wasn’t like he didn’t want to cook it was just that after a long day at work he wanted something quick and simple - or if he didn’t have the energy to cook at all he ordered food. Jimin being in his kitchen and preparing them food was a nice thought, however he didn’t want to miss out on getting to see how Jimin lived either. “A…a yard sale?” Namjoon placed a hand over his heart as if he’d been lethally wounded. “My precious designs ending up in a yard sale, that hurts! Which one is it?”

"I was surprised, too but I don't think they knew the value of your designs. I paid two bucks." He giggled when Namjoon pretended to be even more offended now. They were close, sitting next to one another and Jimin still had his hand on his thigh but it didn't feel wrong. His heart began to beat a little faster again when he pulled his hand away slowly. "I mean it though..." Jimin's voice was sounding a little more timid, as if he was afraid Namjoon could see right through his defenses. "Christmas, I mean... That you and me... It's not a big deal, right?" What the hell was he doing? Jimin felt anxious out of sudden. Did he really think Namjoon wanted to invite him somewhere and spend Christmas with him? Someone he only knew from small talk and because he cleaned his home? Jimin wanted to slap himself. Namjoon had been joking around, being a kind boss to invite him and he had to overstep all boundaries again.

But there was something about him. Something Jimin wanted to know about. A pull, a feeling that the man in front of him was more than he showed on the surface.

“Hm, please send me a picture of your lamp, will you?” If Jimin really liked his designs then he could get him something nice for Christmas. As a gift for dinner. There was nothing strange about bringing gifts to a Christmas dinner…

He smiled, “I’d really like to come. Or invite you to cook for me, however you prefer, it’s your choice.”

“You do?” Jimin couldn’t keep from smiling. He liked the idea of having somewhere to go on Christmas eve. For once he wouldn’t be alone. And he wouldn’t interpret anything into this, Jimin promised himself. Just dinner between two lonely people.

There was another jolt and Jimin instinctively reached out for Namjoon, when out of a sudden the lights switched back on and the elevator seemed to move again.

Namjoon sighed, “Ah, finally!” But he was actually a little bit disappointed that the technician had gotten the elevator to work again so quickly. He would have liked to stay a little longer in here with Jimin sitting so close besides him. Now it would go back to work for him, Jimin would go home and they would go back to being employees and employers, not two people talking about how they would spend Christmas together.

Offering his hand, Namjoon easily pulled the younger up as they finally arrived at level one. It felt awkward to suddenly part again, so Jimin hesitated when the door opened. “I…I guess, I see you tomorrow?” He took a step out of the elevator, turning around to Namjoon as if he were waiting for a definite answer, when it wasn’t really a question that needed one. So, before he could regret it and his mind could follow, Jimin leaned in and got on his tiptoes to place a chaste kiss on Namjoon’s cheeks.

Namjoon panicked when Jimin leaned in. This was totally what he wanted - but he shouldn’t engage in something like that with Jimin! Not now and not ever! Christmas dinners were fine and talking in elevators was fine too, but he was really, really bad at not developing feelings when he got physical intimacy from someone he liked. He froze up and luckily Jimin didn’t expect him to return the gesture because he felt like he was rooted on the spot.

Jimin quickly turned around, trying to hide his blush and the embarrassment as he hurried out of the building.

“It’s working perfectly fine again…” A man behind him spoke up, wearing a technicians uniform and a hat that covered half of his face. Only when he looked up, Namjoon could see the smirk that was on the man’s lips. “Oh, that was a quick goodbye. I wanted to apologize for the delay…”

“It’s… it’s fine. Thank you for coming here.” Namjoon replied quickly, brushing down his suit to calm himself.

Taking off his cap, the man cocked his head aside at Namjoon’s quick glance and his nervous behavior. “Ah right, it’s been...what? A couple of months? A year? I guess this uniform makes me look older.” He shivered, turning around swiftly and within a blink of an eye his beige uniform had changed. The beige turned into a black, the uniform into a long winter’s cloak when Yoongi brushed off invisible dust of his arms. “How have you been, Namjoon?”

Namjoon visibly startled. He had been too busy to look after Jimin to actually look at the other man’s shadowed face but now that he had taken off the cap it hit Namjoon like a ton of bricks. “Yoongi?!” He gasped in surprise when the other so casually changed his appearance right in front of him. Even though he knew that the other had used his magic to help him with his company it still shocked him every time to see it’s effect for real. Some nights he had even managed to convince himself that he hadn’t made a deal with some magical being, that he had drank too much and imagined or dreamed up things - though Yoongi liked to remind him that he was not, showing up like once or twice a year to remind him that he existed.

“What are you doing here?” At Yoongi’s frown he quickly remembered his manners. “I’m great, thanks for asking. How are you? I doubt that electricity is your new passion. Did you come here for something else then? Or did you just want to take a look at the company?”

“No, in fact scrying is my new passion.” He said nonchalantly, as he caught up to Namjoon, “You know ‘seeing’ or like you normal boring people like to say: ‘fortune telling’. Though that sounds too funfair-ish to me. I’m sorry I haven’t been around for a long time, but seeing things and Christmas, with all those lovey-dovey people everywhere (he made a gagging sound) made me think of you.” He pointed at Namjoon’s chest, with a big grin on his face as his eyes flickered over to the shadow of the man that had quickly ran away from Namjoon and was now outside the building, waving his hand, already soaking wet from the rain, trying to get a taxi. “Who is that?”

Namjoon was pretty sure he should be offended by that, but he didn’t want to anger someone who could probably turn him into a poodle with the flick of his wrist. “That’s no one, just someone who works for me.” He answered quickly, hoping that it would keep Yoongi from showing any more interest in Jimin. Maybe he could even crush on Jimin, just a little and it wouldn’t have any consequences if Yoongi didn’t notice. That would be really nice…

“No one, I see…” The witch hummed, watching how Jimin hurried to seek shelter under a bus station right across the street. “Well,...it’s late, I guess. And I had an inkling that you needed me. Good thing I was there. God knows what could have happened if you’d be stuck there together any longer.” Yoongi chuckled, patting Namjoon’s shoulder, before a sigh left his lips, eyeing the raindrops that were hitting the side of the glass front heavily. Shivering heavily, Yoongi frowned as they walked up to the entrance. “The next bus is coming in an hour,” He looked down at his watch, tapping it once or twice but it didn’t seem like the pointers were moving anymore, showing a different time. “Good thing I have my broom with me!” At Namjoons wide-eyed expression, Yoongi only laughed and stepped out into the dark of the night. He turned around with a grin, waving him goodbye before walking ahead with no raindrop every touching him as it simply dodged him.

Namjoon shook his head, trying to shake off the strange feeling that Yoongi left whenever they met. He called his driver and then hurried outside to Jimin, trying his best not to get soaked. “Jimin? Please, come back inside! You might drown out here before the bus arrives!”

Jimin startled a little, when Namjoon suddenly stood in front of him again and he immediately jumped up. He giggled, when Namjoon tried to cover him with his jacket, but failed miserably at his attempt. “I’m okay, it’s just rain I’m not made out of sugar…,” His teeth clattered and Jimin wrapped his arm around himself, a little glad that he was back in the warmth of the foyer though. “C-can I wait here? If it doesn’t bother you of course.” It was a stupid question – why else had Namjoon called him in?

“You don’t have to wait here for the bus, I called a driver, he can get you home as well. I don’t want you to catch a cold out there or wait alone in here. Do you live far from here?” They had talked about Jimin’s apartment but not where he actually lived. Not that it mattered, the driver was part of the company, he would drive an extra hour without complaint if he had to.

“Oh…,” Jimin blinked in surprise, “I…eh live a little further downtown. It’s not too far.” His clothes were dripping wet and there was a puddle forming at his feet from the rain. “But I’ll dirty your car with my clothes. I mean…I can clean it tomorrow? I don’t mind.”

“You want to clean my car?” Namjoon blinked at him. “That’s really kind of you to suggest but you don’t have to worry about it, the driver can take care of that and I have more than one car to my service.” He leaned in as if he were about to tell him a secret. “I’m not sure if you noticed but I own a really big company which makes me actually pretty rich and therefore you can relax, lay back and enjoy some luxury once in a while. How does that sound?”

“The driver,…of course,” Jimin mumbled, always forgetting how rich Namjoon actually was now that he knew a little more about him, how all of his furniture, the appearance could fool a person into thinking he had it all. “I just need a hot shower.” Jimin answered with a smile. The shiver that had run down his spine was definitely not because of the cold, but the way Namjoon had breathed against his neck. He really needed to get a hold of himself.

“You certainly do. You’re shivering already.” Namjoon slipped out of his coat and placed it around Jimin’s shoulders. “You’ll be home in a bit.” As if on cue Namjoons phone chimed that the driver arrived and was waiting for him right outside.

Jimin smiled, pulling the coat a little more over his shoulders, feeling the warmth of Namjoon’s heat warming him up immediately. When the other turned around to open the door of the car for him, his eyes fell onto his white shirt though and Jimin almost stumbled. The shirt was almost see through, sticking against Namjoon’s chest on it’s wet parts and Jimin quickly crawled into the backseat, trying to hide the blush on his cheeks, hoping the other hadn’t seen him stare.

Namjoon went into the car besides Jimin, informing the driver that they had to make a little detour first to get Jimin home. He turned to ask Jimin to tell the driver his address when he found the other staring at his chest. He looked down only to find that the wetness had turned his shirt into something vaguely suggestive. His face turned hot immediately as he cleared his throat in an attempt to find the right words to apologize but he couldn’t think of any so he just sat back, trying to cover himself up as well as he could by drawing his shoulders up. “Sorry.” He muttered under his breath, looking out of the window to not meet Jimi’s gaze.

“Don’t be. I’m the one who made you wet.” The words were out, before Jimin could realize how they sounded. “I mean…because of me you’re wet. The rain…you took me…I’m making it worse, don’t I?” Jimin laughed, hiding the blush of embarrassment behind his hands. Taking a deep breath, he finally found the right words, “You don’t have to feel ashamed though. You’re still looking good, Mr. Kim.”

Namjoon choked and only calmed down when he realized that Jimin was just as embarrassed as he was. The other’s words left his skin hot under the wet shirt and he wondered when had been the last time that he had undressed in front of someone - or even wanted to do so. He felt even hotter when he looked over to Jimin again and it hit him that even though he was embarrassed right now he wouldn’t say no if he had the chance. What would Jimin look like without his clothes? Would he look as soft as his face? Did he have any scars or tattoos? He felt the urge to ask, to get to know about whatever had left its mark on Jimin’s skin, to find out how life had formed him so far.

It was a silent drive, where both of them were a little too embarrassed to say something again. But Jimin didn’t mind. He liked Namjoon’s presence either way.

“Thank you,” He carefully put the coat down on the seat again when they arrived at his apartment complex. It was still raining but Jimin just needed to run up the stairs quick enough to be under the roof of the entrance. “It was really kind of you to take me home.” He opened the door, but before he headed out, Jimin turned back to Namjoon. “Please don’t work for too long anymore.” With a swift motion, Jimin jumped out of the car, waving Namjoon goodbye as he hurried up the stairs.

It had been an eventful evening and Jimin was glad to be home – or almost. At the top of the stairs, Jimin slipped, letting out a loud squeal when he barely caught himself as he fell forward.

Namjoon looked after Jimin to make sure he got home safely, not because he actually thought that something could harm Jimin on the short distance from the car to his door. Surprisingly Jimin managed to injure himself, nonetheless.

“Please wait here for us!” He instructed the driver and then got out of the car to hurry over to Jimin. HIs pant leg was ripped at the shin where he had fallen against the edge of the stairs and he was visibly in pain. “If you wanted my company for the evening there would have been nicer ways to ensure it,” He joked just to tease a smile out of Jimin before he helped the younger up carefully.

Jimin cursed when the pain shot through his leg again, as he got up with Namjoon’s assistance. He could barely walk right now, limping up the last stair with the other’s help. “I didn’t mean to. The stairs are slippery from the rain.” He whined, looking up at the other. “I live on the fifth floor…and there’s no elevator. I swear I didn’t do this on purpose.”

“Hm, sure, you just want me to carry you over the doorstep!” Namjoon would have enjoyed this a lot if it wasn’t for Jimin being in pain. His arm around the younger’s waist held him close and steady - and gave him a feel of Jimin’s small and firm waist. He could easily hold the other in place if he used both hands...

Namjoon swallowed drily, trying to focus on the task at hand which was a little difficult with Jimin’s body pressed against his and the breathy moans that slipped past Jimin’s lips whenever the pain hit him.

It took them a while until they were at his apartment door. Namjoon was stronger than he led on and the way he had almost carried him all the way, made Jimin forget the pain and think about all kinds of different things. “I swear I'm not that clumsy,” He mumbled, as he limped his way in, holding onto Namjoon as he tried to not put too much pressure on his shin again. “It’s like a bad luck streak at the moment.” Jimin tried to explain, sighing when he finally sat down on his couch. His clothes were still sticking to his body, his fingers trembling from the cold. “I’m so sorry about the elevator. It was probably my fault, too.” He giggled, looking up at Namjoon with a soft expression. “If I hadn’t run up to it, you would have probably been at your office already.”

Namjoon laughed. “Good to know! I’ll make sure to stay away from you when I have an important meeting to not catch your bad luck again.” He took the coat from Jimin’s shoulders to put it away and then rolled up his sleeves before he kneeled down to take a better look at Jimin’s knee. “Do you have a first aid kit or something? I could get it while you try to change into something dry and warm without falling and then we’ll meet at the couch again, okay?” He could barely refrain from asking ‘or do you want me to help you get changed’. Somehow he felt like the idea of it was lingering between them anyways.

“You better,” He winked teasingly, pushing himself up again to limp towards his bedroom. “You can look in the bathroom over there but i’m not sure if I really have anything… it’s just a scratch anyways…” Jimin closed the door behind him, easily letting himself fall into bed where he reached for his sweatsuit that he usually wore to sleep and felt like the only thing that was cozy enough to warm himself up right now. He threw his wet clothes onto a towel, wrapping it up before placing it aside to remember to wash it later before he jumped back on one leg. He was still cold, shivering heavily when Namjoon kneeled down in front of him to pull up the leg of his sweatpants. “You really don’t have to do this. Your driver…”

Namjoon wasn’t prepared for the sight of Jimin in a fluffy sweatshirt with matching pants in a soft pastel color. He looked so soft that Namjoon wanted to pet him. He blamed his dumb reaction on his brain short circuiting because of it when Jimin was talking to him. “My driver? You want my driver to help you?” Jimin looked at him as dumbfoundedly as Namjoon felt before it clicked. “Oh! You mean because he’s waiting! Don’t worry about him, I told him to park, he’s used to it, he always waits for me during meetings and all the other places I have to go outside of the company. It’s his job. He won’t mind it.”

"You've already done so much today." Jimin wrapped his arms tightly around himself, hiding a little more in the oversized sweater. "It's just a scratch and I'll be fine tomorrow. It's just hurting a lot right now." Jimin leaned back nonetheless, letting Namjoon look at the wound that already turned blue. When Namjoon reached out for his cold leg, Jimin’s eyes widened and he immediately sat up again, grabbing Namjoon's hand. "How can you be still so warm?" Without another thought wasted, Jimin took his hand and held it against his cheek, seeking the warmth he was missing right now so badly.

Namjoon didn’t dare to move when Jimin took his hand, frozen stiff by insecurity and the looming consequences. It all melted away when Jimin leaned into his hand like he had been waiting to be touched by him and he realized that they had long crossed the line of ‘strictly professional’. Carefully he turned his hand until he could caress Jimin’s cheek, just lightly to not spook the other and disrupt their intimacy.

"You're so warm." Jimin inched forward almost slipping from the couch as he yearned for all of his warmth. His eyes were closed, shivering from the sensation. Jimin always had a habit to be a little too touchy with people but Namjoon seemed not to mind as he let him dwell in his warmth a little longer and Jimin loved how soft his hands felt.

Namjoon’s finger’s automatically trailed where his eyes were, and they were fixated on Jimin’s lips. The other had opened them slightly as he had sighed in contentment. Namjoon carefully brushed his thumb over Jimin’s bottom lip, feeling how soft and plush it was.

Slowly, Jimin opened his eyes again when he felt Namjoon’s touch on his lips. He didn’t move away, but stayed right where he was, searching for the other’s gaze. Maybe there had been some truth to what Hayoung had said about Namjoon being a good match for him. “D-do you want to…stay?” Jimin asked in a breathy whisper, trying to keep as quiet as he could, as if he could interrupt this moment otherwise. “I still have some Christmas tea I haven’t tried…we could…” His own fingers wrapped around Namjoon’s wrist softly, “Watch a movie, maybe?”

“Why would I watch a movie if I can’t get enough of watching you?” Namjoon answered, low and breathy. He wouldn’t hide the fact that he was mesmerized by Jimin any longer, not if Jimin basically asked him to stay the night.

“Y-you do?” He sounded unsure, as if all the signs he had given him weren’t enough. Namjoon was flirting right back. His cheeks began to blush in a rosy color, finally gaining some heat back. “Then maybe you should hold me, make sure I’m getting warm and then you can look at me all you want.” He giggled, the pain in his leg long forgotten.

“Is that all you want or can I... kiss you as well?” Jimin might just be teasing him but Namjoon wanted all that Jimin would be willing to give. He was starved for intimacy and contact, and it looked like Jimin felt the same.

Jimin held his breath, suddenly feeling hot all over. He wasn’t sure what Namjoon was searching for. If this was just a quick thing for him, or something he was really interested in, because Jimin was ready to invest all of his heart. It was almost embarrassing how easy Namjoon had taken a place inside it. He licked over his lips nervously and nodded his head.

It was easy, the way he sat back onto the couch and pulled Jimin’s towards him. Their lips met in the middle as if they’d done that a hundred times and Namjoon felt so utterly content that for a moment he was sure he was stuck in a dream. But then Jimin moved his lips against his and he knew not even a dream could be that sweet. It was a heavenly kiss and Jimin fell against him easily, letting Namjoon pull him on his lap so he could take as much warmth as he needed from him. He deepened the kiss a little more and it stole his breath away entirely when he let his fingers dip into the collar of Namjoon’s shirt.

Only now did Namjoon remember that his shirt was clinging wet and uncomfortable against his skin. “Do you mind if I take that off?” He asked, popping open the first button while looking at Jimin’s eyes for permission.

“Oh, let me help you with that,” Jimin’s face was heated from their passionate kiss, replacing Namjoon’s hands with his own as he opened the buttons one by one until they revealed all of his sculpted chest to him. With soft hands, Jimin soothed over his skin, his muscles down to his stomach. With a little push, Jimin pulled the suit jacket and shirt down his shoulders, admiring Namjoon’s arms even more. Slowly, he leaned in to kiss him on the tip of his shoulder, all the way down to his neck. “You’re so god damn warm.” Jimin whispered, slowly coming up and hovering over Namjoon’s lips. There was a slight hesitation, something telling him that they shouldn’t be doing this, that they might regret it the next morning but Jimin didn’t care to listen. With one swift motion, he had pulled the sweater over his head and threw it aside somewhere with a smile.

“Is that your trick hm? Telling people that you’re cold because you know they’ll warm you up?” He teased him, leaning back to be able to take a better look at Jimin’s body. He was beautiful. Not in the airbrushed, smooth, and unnatural way one could see on magazine covers but in a way that reached something inside Namjoon’s chest and tugged, hard. He reached out to touch Jimin’s skin and brush over his shoulder, his chest, his waist. Jimin felt perfect against his fingertips, as if their contact was filling a hole inside of him that he had long forgotten was there. He wanted him so much it hurt. “You’ll have to tell me to stop because if you don’t I’ll try to seduce you, Jimin.” He confessed with a whisper.

“Then I won’t say a thing anymore,” He leaned in, humming the words against his skin as he left a trail of kisses behind. His heart was hammering against his chest, as he pulled Namjoon more over him, the pain in his leg long forgotten, while Namjoon had made perfectly sure to keep him distracted. His head laid on a cushion of his couch as he looked up at the businessman that had him wrapped around his finger, a smile playing on his lips. “You don’t really have to try, Namjoon.”

Namjoon swallowed hard as Jimin laid his head back, signaling him that he was allowed to touch, to kiss, to do what he hadn’t even dared to dream of. He took it slow, peppering Jimin’s skin with kisses until the other had closed his eyes, anything else forgotten but the sensation of Namjoon’s warm lips against his no longer cool skin. Namjoon kept a hand at Jimin’s waist, just to feel him closer, to guide him towards him when he leaned into kiss Jimin’s sweet mouth again and their bodies touched for the first time. He rolled his hips against Jimin’s, teasing a gasp from the younger that he swallowed down greedily in their kiss.

Jimin dug his fingers deep into Namjoon’s waist, pulling him against him, wanting to feel more of him. He couldn’t get enough of the way he tasted. It was almost sweet and more than addicting. It was shutting down the voice inside of him effectively, that told him that they might regret this. That it wasn’t right to sleep with his boss.

A little greedily, Jimin pushed his hands down to Namjoon’s pants, opening up his button and zipper effortlessly to slip his hand in. He wanted to tease, to make him moan just as beautifully.

Namjoon broke the kiss, chuckling at Jimin’s eagerness. So much for going slow... “You want me just as much, don’t you?” He whispered in Jimin’s ear, placing a kiss on his neck while he was there. A part of him wanted to mark Jimin up so that everyone would see what had happened, but he pulled away before he could leave a hickey. He was pretty sure Jimin wasn’t keen on wearing a scarf during work.

“How can I resist you?” Jimin licked over his lip slowly, pushing his hand a little deeper so he could feel the length. He almost gasped, when he realized how packed Namjoon was and his cheeks were getting a rosy color. He wanted him! And he wanted him now!

Namjoon’s breath hitched when Jimin wrapped his hand fully around his cock, making it harden in his grip. He hadn’t expected for Jimin to go for what he wanted like that, but he liked it. Without interrupting Jimin he pushed his pants further down his thighs to give the other more room - and to give him the pleasure of seeing Jimin’s small, soft hand wrapped around him.

Jimin’s eyes were full of lust, the desire burning in his veins. He began to stroke him as they kissed again, a little more needily this time. With each gasp he tore from Namjoon, the harder he got himself, feeling the need pulsate. Wanting more of him, Jimin pushed down Namjoon’s pants entirely, feeling up his thighs, scraping his nails against the delicate skin until he could wrap his fingers around his cock again.

Namjoon groaned low in his throat when Jimin teased him like that, stroking him as if he was set on making him lose his mind right away. He had to take a hold of Jimin’s wrist before the other would go too far, placing it securely besides Jimin’s head. “Let me return the favor before I’m too hard to concentrate on anything but how I’m going to sink into your pretty little body.” He leaned down, kissing Jimin’s stomach while getting him out of his pants. It would have been easy to touch him with the sweatpants still on but Namjoon wanted to see as much of him as he could.

Biting his lip, Jimin’s eyes flickered up to Namjoon who was teasing him while playing with the hem of his pants. He wasn’t as broad as Namjoon, nor as muscle-y and his small frame was sometimes something that made him feel insecure. He shifted a little nervously underneath him. “That's not already all you can think about?” Jimin sounded breathless, when Namjoon pulled the pants entirely off him.

Namjoon grinned, “I can think of a lot more to do to you then just that.” He stroked along the backside of Jimin's thighs before taking a hold of his hips and pulling him closer without warning. Jimin’s thighs fell open naturally and Namjoon’s face was close enough to the younger’s crotch to place a kiss on the tip of Jimin’s cock. “Will you let me?”

He nodded softly, his breath hitching when Namjoon’s fingertips soothed over his skin delicately, making a shiver run down his spine. His own hands wandered up to Namjoon’s shoulders and over his neck so he could run his fingers through his hair. It was a beautiful sight to see him like that, ready to devour him whole. Namjoon teased him with his fingertips first, to test out how sensitive Jimin was. He waited until Jimin had closed his eyes before he used his mouth to touch him again, letting his lips wander over his length before he swallowed him down.

A moan slipped right from him and Jimin’s fingers digged deeper into Namjoon’s shoulder. The other knew what he was doing and for a moment, the insecurity creeped back in. Did Namjoon have a lot of lovers? Was he used to this? Trying to shake off the thoughts, Jimin opened his eyes again, searching for Namjoon’s warm gaze.

He was concentrating completely on Jimin’s body, so he felt it right away when the other’s muscles tensed in a way that had nothing to do with desire. He pulled off, meeting Jimin’s gaze. “You know you can tell me to stop anytime. And if you’re afraid that I’ll use my position against you...” He bit his lip, only now realizing that Jimin was risking way more than he, “You don’t think I’d do that, do you? Force you into something you don’t want because I’m your boss?”

Jimin shook his head immediately, apologizing quietly when Namjoon hovered over him with worry written all over his face. “You’re not. I want this, more than you can imagine…” Jimin blushed, letting his hand soothe down Namjoon’s back. “You’re just my boss for one more week, Namjoon.” He winked teasingly, trying to lift the mood a little more but the other still seemed a bit too worried. “Sometimes I get insecure,” Jimin shied away from his gaze, his voice a little quieter. “But I want you. A lot.”

Namjoon cocked his head. He had noticed that Jimin could get insecure pretty quickly he just didn’t know why, and he felt like it wasn’t his place to ask him something so personal. Not...here, like this. He would ask him again over some coffee or tea maybe if Jimin would be up for something like that after what they were doing. He kissed Jimin’s cheek, a gesture that held pure fondness. “You don’t have to be. You can trust me. And you can tell me whenever you need reassurance.”

Jimin took Namjoon’s face in his hands, holding his gaze for a moment. Namjoon was unlike everything he thought he was and much more than he wanted him to be. He had easily managed to let him form a crush on the businessman. Without preparation, Jimin rolled his hips against Namjoon’s, repeating the motion a couple of times as he stole a deep kiss from him. “I trust you.”

“Thank you.” His voice was shaky because Jimin’s movement had caught him by surprise. The other had amazing control over his own body and Namjoon couldn’t wait for Jimin to move like that when he would be inside of him and able to feel him so much closer.

The couch didn’t give them much space, but it was enough to turn around underneath Namjoon’s hold who looked a little confused, when Jimin reached for his small coffee table. While he was opening the drawer, he was perfectly presenting his ass for him, moving a little just to tease Namjoon before he took the lube and condoms. “You want me to turn back around or…?” Jimin looked over his shoulder with a smirk, “Rather want me to stay like this?”

“Both please! Let me have this side of you while I prep you because you have a damn cute ass but after you can turn around. I’d like to be able to see your face while I fuck you.” He answered honestly, stealing both lube and condoms from Jimin. The bottle had been used before and he wondered what Jimin had used it for. Without the condoms he would have guessed he liked to use it when watching porn on the couch but what did he need the condoms for. He quickly got rid of those thoughts before they could take roots. Jimin could do whatever he wanted with whomever he chose, he had absolutely no right to any part of Jimin.

Jimin’s heated cheeks told Namjoon enough about how excited he was, how he was yearning for his touch. He waited impatiently for Namjoon to get some lube on his hand, the other soothing over the dip on his back over his plump ass softly. To make it a little easier, he propped himself up a little more, letting Namjoon enjoy the view.

“You have no idea how delicious you look like this”, Namjoon told him in awe. Jimin was rounded and curved in all the best places and getting a good grip of his ass just made him harder. Before he could indulge himself too much he concentrated back on what he was about to do, opening Jimin up for him. He placed a hand on the small of Jimin’s back to steady him while he let the other play with Jimin’s entrance until he felt that Jimin would let him in. His finger sank in easily and Jimin quickly relaxed around him so he could set a faster pace than expected. The younger barely needed time whenever he added a new finger, relaxing into the sensation right away. So Namjoon got a little more daring, pushing deeper and stretching him a little more until he could curl his fingers and reach Jimin’s sweet spot.

Moan after moan was leaving Jimin’s lips, as he moved his hips just lightly to get a little more of the feeling. His thighs were shaking each time Namjoon stroked him just right. “I need you,” His voice was breathy, pushing back against his fingers as he dwelled in the pleasure that he brought him. Namjoon knew exactly how to play him.

Jimin’s sweet begging went straight to his groin and Namjoon bit his lip. He was ready to make Jimin beg like this again, just with his cock inside of him. He pulled out carefully, wiping his fingers on the blanket that covered the couch before he reached for the condom. He had almost forgotten it so desperately did he want to sink inside of Jimin to feel him inside and out. When Namjoon had prepared himself, he turned him around swiftly, making Jimin gasp how easily it was for him to manhandle him. But before Namjoon could worry again, he rested his hand on Namjoon’s chest, eyes flickering up to meet his. “You can be rougher with me, I don’t mind…I…I like that, actually,” Jimin confessed quietly, trying to hide the smile as he bit his lip. “Please don’t hold back.”

At first his eyes widened at the younger’s request but then he realized that it meant that he could let lose a little and that Jimin would still be able to take it. It had been a while since he’s had sex with someone he wanted like that, someone that could make his heart stop with just a smile or turn him on by telling him his needs. “As you wish”, he answered with a smirk. Yet, he went slow at first, giving Jimin time to adjust because his cock was still wider than his fingers. It felt so good to sink into him that he lost his breath for a moment, his senses filled to the brim with the sweet bliss that Jimin offered.

“Oh god,” It was all Jimin could utter, when Namjoon pushed in, stretching his hole, and making him see stars for a moment. Leaning his head back, Jimin moaned at the feel of the stretch alone, wrapping his legs tightly around the other’s waist. His hands were soothing down Namjoon’s back, nails scratching over his skin lightly.

“You ready?” Namjoon asked, waiting for Jimin’s nod before he started moving. He pushed out slowly, just to snap his hips hard and sink back in deeply. Jimin gasped in a way that was addictive and so he did it again and again, harder to make Jimin gasp more, to feel him clenching and trembling around him. Jimin was pliant and yet deliciously responsive. He wasn’t loud but he was vocal, through gasps and soft moans and the short, desperate whines whenever Namjoon pushed in especially hard. Jimin hadn’t lied when he had told him that he liked to be handled roughly and so Namjoon did exactly that, gripping Jimin’s waist tight in a way that he knew must border on pleasure-pain, fucking him hard and quick whenever Jimin showed him that he had found a sensitive spot, one that made him twitched and whimper so nicely.

It was pure heaven, and it was easy for Jimin to let himself fall and Namjoon to take over control of his body. It was as if they fitted together perfectly and he knew exactly what he needed. Jimin held on tightly to him, teasing Namjoon a little more as he tensed up, tightening his hole around his cock with a teasing smirk. He could feel where his fingers were pushing deep into him, holding him tight and Jimin didn’t mind it. He was awaiting the bruises, a way to let him know that this night had really happened and Namjoon’s driver was still waiting for him.

It was so easy to forget everything around them, nothing but Jimin’s body under him and the younger’s sweet voice mattered as he indulged himself in those pleasures. He dragged his thumb along Jimin’s plump bottom lip to open his mouth before he kissed him hard and dirty, he teased Jimin’s cock until it was red and swollen and he gripped his plump ass to knead it and feel him up as much as he could.

Jimin spread his legs a little wider, letting Namjoon push in deeper and making himself moan loudly from the sensation. He couldn’t get enough, kissing everywhere he could reach. Jimin wanted to explore Namjoon’s body even more but he couldn’t, needing something to hold onto while his thrusts were getting harder, making Jimin bounce on his cock. Namjoon had to let go of Jimin to find more leverage on the backrest of the couch but it didn't matter because Jimin was still clinging to him, keeping their bodies closely together. When Jimin’s cock twitched at a particularly harsh thrust Namjoon made sure to keep that angle, thrusting into Jimin over and over to hit that spot.

He couldn’t hold it much longer. His whines and moans turning desperate as he felt the heat coil up inside of him, precum leaking from his tip. “I can’t…, I’m going to come.” Jimin moaned low, leaning his head back when the pleasure hit him hard again, closing his eyes in the sweet sensation.

“That’s kind of the point, sweetheart.” Namjoon’s sounded low and raspy but still amused as he snapped his hips against Jimin’s in a quick pace. His muscles were straining from the pressure they were under of keeping his weight up and working against the force of his thrusts, but he knew he wouldn’t have to keep going for long now. “You want me to touch you or do you prefer to finish yourself off?”

Jimin was panting, looking up at Namjoon as he pushed in deep with every thrust making him feel all of him. “I want to come with you.” He threw his head back, holding onto Namjoon tightly. “You, please.” Jimin didn’t understand how Namjoon could still smirk at him and talk dirtily, while he was overwhelmed from the pleasure.

“Then you need to hold out a little bit more...” Despite his answer he kept abusing Jimin’s sweet spot without mercy, never slowing down until the younger’s body shook with the force of his thrusts. He was close now too, but he kept himself focused to draw it out just a little bit, just so he could enjoy Jimin’s body for a few more minutes.

Jimin whimpered, the only sound that was coming from him as he tried to hold out a little longer. His thighs began to tremble, and he bit his lip hard. His nails scratched over Namjoon’s chest, leaving marks behind as he closed his eyes, while his hole was tensing around his cock. He was close, really close. And Jimin wasn’t sure if he could hold it any longer.

Jimin was so sweet like that, whimpering and lost in pleasure, because of him, because of his cock and Namjoon groaned low, starting to lose the grip on his self-control as well. Jimin clenching around him like that made it impossible to keep going like this so he slowed down a little, drew it out until the very last moment before he reached out between them to stroke Jimin to completion. The younger cursed under him, moaning when Namjoon stroked him, giving him no chance to hold out any longer. He was shaking apart under his touch, his lips parted from a silent moan. Jimin could see stars blinking in front of his eyes, feeling dizzy from the pleasure that rippled through him, making him scream out and arch his back beautifully.

Namjoon’s arms gave out when the pleasure hit him hard and he barely caught himself before dropping his weight on Jimin. He rode out his orgasm while Jimin’s body still quivered and so he shamelessly rolled his hips until the younger was shaking not from his high but from the overstimulation, unable to keep his soft little whines in whenever Namjoon pushed into his sensitive spot again.

Jimin gasped, whining quietly as he nuzzled his face closer into Namjoon’s neck leaving wet little kisses behind. Feeling Namjoon’s body on him was a dream, something he hadn’t even imagined to happen, especially not tonight. But they had been drawn together. Jimin didn’t regret it, a smile forming on his lips as he leaned his head back that only got interrupted by another whine when Namjoon rolled his hips one last time.

He carefully pulled out when he was fully spent, leaving the warmth and comfort of Jimin’s body with a sigh. He tied off the condom, placing it a bit awkwardly down where his clothes were because he didn’t know where to discard it - and he didn’t want to get up because he knew he couldn’t just get back to this post-coital intimacy. Now he could still kiss Jimin and hold him close and it would just count as ‘being cuddly after sex’ without risking to be told off for it. He lied back down on the couch, pulling Jimin back into his arms and kissed the younger’s neck. Jimin had his eyes barely open, probably half ways falling asleep already and so Namjoon dared to bury his nose in Jimin’s neck to breathe him in, hoping it would be okay.

“Mhm, still dirty,” Jimin whispered, leaning his head back a little more so Namjoon could reach his neck. He didn’t care, when he wrapped his arms around the other a little more, not wanting to think about consequences as he felt blissfully sated and happy right now. He didn’t want to think about what would be tomorrow.

“Yes, you are - I’m almost clean,” He lowered his voice a little, more whispering his confession against Jimin’s skin than saying it out loud, “Still if it wouldn’t be too risky I would have loved to skip the condom and come inside of you.” Jimin’s breathing was slowing and he was cuddling into him like he was ready to fall asleep in his arms. Namjoon’s heart felt a little funny at the thought of having Jimin fall asleep next to him, maybe even in a proper bed if... if there would be a next time?

…

Leaning against the car, his air formed foggy vapors in the air as he breathed out. The driver’s hat was pulled deeper into his face, as his arms were crossed in front of his chest, a way to keep him warm. It left Namjoon wondering if he’d ever seen his driver smoke before, or why the other was even waiting in the cold, while he could have rested inside the warm car. He hadn’t anticipated to be gone for this long, leaving him waiting but the driver didn’t seem to mind, when he bowed his head, opening the door of the car.

“Where do we go next, Namjoon?” One could hear the smile on the driver’s lips as he held the door open, waiting while he looked up to the man who had stopped fixing his tie and instead was staring back at him with wide eyes.

Namjoon startled. That voice did definitely not belong to his driver. When he looked up Yoongi was smirking back at him and Namjoon had to reach out for his car to steady himself. “What are you doing here... again?” There was a surge of fear flashing through him when he remembered the way he had kissed Jimin goodbye right before leaving. It had been a little too fond for a one-time-thing - but Yoongi couldn’t have seen that or know what he had just done right?

“I was walking by and I saw the driver falling asleep and thought no one could drive someone home like that – so I stepped in.” He proudly pulled at his uniform’s collar, standing tall. “And when I saw that it was you, I knew it was fate or…whatever you like to call it.” Yoongi grinned, “How about you?” He raised his eyebrows in interest, leaning in. “What is a busy man like you doing in a place like this?” Turning over his shoulder, he let his gaze wander over the apartment buildings.

“Thank you, that was really.. considerate of you.” He didn’t believe for one second that the other had walked past Jimin’s place solely by accident. “I followed your advice to get my employee safely home.” He answered courtly, not elaborating any further why he’d been inside the building and for how long he’d been there. He even tried to not think of what he had done there because he wasn’t sure if the other couldn’t read minds or creepy stuff like that. Hopefully Yoongi couldn’t because he failed miserably at trying to keep Jimin’s naked beauty out of his mind. “I assume you’ll be the one driving me then?” He quickly got in the car hoping the conversation would be finished at that.

“Oh, right, my advice.” Yoongi’s lips curled into a smile. “I give great advice.” He patted his right shoulder, before slipping into the driver’s seat.

A/N: Oh oh....now you know about the curse ;)

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