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cosmiclatte28 · 3 years

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7 Minutes in Heaven (Jaehyun x you) 🔞

Okay this is suggestive and not suitable for under 18 readers, so please continue only if you’re going to bear the consequences. No it’s not super smuty, it’s just not a good thing to copy :)

Warning : don’t kiss random strangers, don’t drink, don’t smoke, wrap up or you’re skipping a nine month bloody day :”)... Jungwoo is your bestfriend, Shy!Jaehyun and you’re bold enough to try new things...

anyways this has been in my laptop for a while, wanted to post it on Halloween but didn’t finish it back then... soooo embrace yourself for a new journey of how it might be like to play 7 minutes in heaven with Jaehyun

here goes my (suggestive) fanfic... hope this won’t make you cringe

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“So…you're saying the boys think I am a pure innocent girl?” You scoff and laugh upon the remark Jungwoo just said.

“Well they don't believe me when I said you're totally different outside campus.” The man with blue hair bashfully looks around the canteen.

You pick up your fork and continue poking in chicken chunks to your small mouth, “And why are you telling this exactly?”

Jungwoo deadpan looks at you and leans closer, “Why don't you proof them wrong? They've labeled you as the boring mechanical engineering girl!”

He slams the table a bit dramatically, to which you shudder.

“Easy… you'll break the table! Well sorry, but they're not totally wrong. I'm a regular mechanical engineering girl, boring, studying all the time, nerd, and just never coming to parties!” you give him a dry chuckle.

“Look this is not the true you! I've known you since high school! I know how crazy the boys were whenever you pass by! I'll be honest there were like 5 hot guys who had crush on you in high school, just that sorry I told them you're not allowed to date yet.” Jungwoo trails off and feels a bit guilty when he finally spills the beans he has been hiding.

Your eyes fly open and your mouth too, you drop your spoon and grunt, “Say that again… you cock-blocked me?!”

Jungwoo closes his eyes and inhales a deep breath, “I'm saving your future! I just don’t want them to you know use you and throw you away…”

You hit the spoon to the metal tray, and it made a good “BANG"

“Surprise surprise you told me this after like I don’t know five years maybe. You made the men who liked me back away before even trying to reach me out! Jungwoo all my life I thought I was the one with problem?! I thought no one likes nerds like me; when I myself believe I am a fun girl!” your rage bubbles up from within.

You feel like crying, all these times you thought you were imperfect, you were never a crush for men, you've dealt with your insecurities. You overcome dark times when you see your friends walking through the hallway, having the spotlight on them. You thought you can never be that just because you're an A-grade-student. You did have Jungwoo standing by your side through high school, and he's a good friend who you cannot see as a man.

Your friendship with Jungwoo is indeed a beneficial one, since both of you love science and calculations. You have a study friend and voila you both made it to you best engineering school!

Just as you thought campus life will be lit, since you can “reset" your image, be the fun student on weekend, and study well on weekdays.

But no. You’re overworked with the tasks and quizzes, and to ensure your scholarship is still there, you need a minimum of 3.0 in GPA and that means you’re saying goodbye to parties and hello to enough sleep.

You're mad now when you think of it. Jungwoo has been a cock-block since grade 10 and maybe until today when he finally realized what he had done.

You massage your temple and look in disgust at your unfinished food.

You push your chair back and stand up, “I am mad at you. I don't feel like eating. Good bye Jungwoo..”

“WAIT! i'm sorry I know I was a jerk… but please let me fix it… give me a chance..” he begs you

Your mind is set already, and you shake your head, “I can fix it by myself. So long” you wave and quickly run to the bathroom.

There you let out your emotion in one of the locked toilets and you pull yourself back when you figure a way out to proof them wrong.

You're not the typical book-worm boring mechanical student. You’re you and that will blow the house on fire tonight.

You wash your face in the sink and pamper up yourself from the messy state. You're a fan of make up and you've always had natural looks over your pretty face.

Quickly you draw back your mascara and eye liners, one smack of lip gloss and you're smiling all the way to your next class. Writing.

Johnny greets you in front of the lecture class, he tells you about the upcoming party Lucas will hold this Saturday and Johnny suggests you come and see what it feels like to have some relaxation and fun. He knows midterm has just ended and he is sure you don't have lies to excuse yourself from the invitation.

“Great guess I can make it. Need that fun nights you know. Any theme?”

“Oh, it'll be a costume party since it’s Halloween.” Johnny explains.

You smirk already having lots of ideas in your mind. “Okay see you there then!”

“Nice! Dress up nicely, it's a competition!”

You give him two thumbs up.

“Sooo what are you going to wear?” Jungwoo finally gets to talk to you after trying so hard to win your forgiveness.

“I am not going as your couple okay.. I’m going simple this time. I don't want to try too hard.” You smile remembering how you're always prepared for costume parties.

“Let me see, I’ve won Bonnie and Clyde costume… last year we showed up as marry Poppins. Now I just want to enjoy the party.” You plop into your bed and stretch. The party is tomorrow night and Jungwoo is staying over tonight because he needs to finish his costume.

“What? Tell me…” he asks while sticking his props to you don't really know what costume is he going with.

“see me tomorrow okay…”

Jungwoo rolls his eyes when he sees what you appear with tomorrow.

“Seriously?! You’re keeping it a secret. Just to come to the party dressed as a Ravenclaw student!”

You turn around to final check your appearance. Well coming as a Ravenclaw is what you want today.

Jungwoo is by your side ready in his F1 racer costume.

Everything as fun and cool you're having a blast when you see Jungwoo's frats brothers. One man caught your attention when he looks so cute in his Slytherin costume. Your eyes dilate when he flashes a smile to another person, but you caught the smile.

“Whew that is hot.” You whisper to yourself and keep your eyes on him. You never hear Jungwoo talking about him, but seeing him seated nicely between Doyoung and Taeyong, you knew he belongs in that frats. Doyoung and Taeyong are the boys from your music class and they're your best friend.

“hey (y/n)!! Come! We’re playing spin the bottle!” Johnny calls you over to join the table full of 23 men and several girls lounging over the empty seat.

You bring yourself to the seat next to Jungwoo and you're face to face with the cute slytherin boy.

You fix your skirt and calmly cross your legs while watching the man's reaction across you. He was caught watching you but when your eyes met, he quickly averts his gaze away and drinks his cup.

The game starts and you're drowned in alcohols. Well when they ask you stupid personal questions, you're shy to answer, you choose to drink.

Jungwoo keeps on telling you to stop, “Hey enough! You downed three shots .. too fast girl.” He holds your hand before you chug another shot.

Johnny sends a smug look, “Hey Jungwoo why don't you be her dark horse? If you think she drank too much, take a double shot.”

Jungwoo is not the best alcohol drinker and he needs to make sure you got home safe, before he can open his mouth a deep voice makes the whole room move their head to face him.

“I'll take her shots.” The Slytherin boy downs two cups like they were nothing and you catch his ears turning red.

“Thank you…” your voice trails off.

“It's Jaehyun,” he winks.

You pop your lips, “Yeah Jae, thanks!”

The room cheers and starts throwing cat calls to the two of you. You remain calm while deep inside your heart you're dying to squeal and bury your face. Jaehyun on the other side is also turning red, but his sweet smile is still there.

The bottle spins again and this time it points to Jaehyun and he chooses dare.

“Okay Okay this is gonna be fun!!” Mark claps his hands after him and Johnny whisper about the plan.

“Jae, you and the person across you go in that closet and do the 7 minutes in heaven thing… or drink” Johnny clicks his tongue. The room cheers and you can see it's you they meant ..

“Across me?” Jaehyun rubs his neck slowly, he somehow feels shy around you.

“Yeah (y/n)!” Doyoung punches his shoulder, “I'm doing it if I were you"

Taeyong claps his hands and pushes Jaehyun to stand up.

“Just do it!” someone else is also pushing you, it was Lucas.

You did not object and just shrug your shoulder.

Without further ado, you and Jaehyun are forced into the small closet.

They close the door and gosh you hear a click.

It’s dark inside, but somehow there’s a good air circulation at least you two won’t die out of breath.

You can’t really see him, but with the small lights penetrating through the space, you swear your heart is beating super fast. He looks ethereal.

“You good? Sorry they did this to you.” Jaehyun starts the conversation.

You let out a small chuckle, “No..it's fine. I'm okay… I’m not claustrophobic nor afraid of the dark.”

He laughs nervously, “Nice, me too.”

“Thanks for taking my shot earlier.” You try to break the thin air.

“No problem,” he fidgets with his fingers.

“So… are you gonna kiss me or we're keeping this safe?” you slap yourself for saying that out loud. Jaehyun swears he thank the darkness that his burning red face is hidden.

He chokes and coughs, you quickly apologize “Sorry. I didn’t mean to surprise you. Look, I thought you were the kind of guys who will just be straight forward and keep things casual.”

Jaehyun laughs, his laugh sounds sweet you almost melt.

“And I thought you're a shy quiet innocent girl.” He licks his lips. Well he's fast in reading the atmosphere and he knows if the time is right, he'll get that lips he has been eyeing since you entered the room.

You feel your cheek warming, “Ah.. yeah sorry Maybe you don’t see me interesting. I'm just the boring-"

“no. You're not. Girl you're not what people say.”Jaehyun cuts your sentence.

His hands cup your cheeks, “You're brave and oh I am the shyest boy here and I just like girls like you.” He blurts it out.

You feel your heart clench, really a handsome man like him who can win every girl's heart with one smile and wink… is a shy boy?

“You're telling me... you're a shy boy.. even when you can win the girls with one wink and a smile.”

He blushes, “Well… did I win your heart like that??”

You sigh, “Actually you won my heart with the Slytherin coat and you did toss me a smile. My heart somersault when you took my shots.”

He chuckles, “Can I make a confession?”

You nod, “Sure, what happens here stays here.”

He leans closer and whispers, “I've never kissed a girl before and you too look cute little Ravenclaw.”

Your eyes linger to his plump wet lips, you bite yours. Oh gosh you were also a virgin! You've never kissed anyone, but you're going to break that image, right? Tonight, Is the right time you guess.

“May I?” you ask. Fuck the stereotype girls can also start kisses.

Jaehyun did not reply anything instead he brings his hand to cup your face and with one hand in your chin he leans in to mold his lips into yours.

You feel electricity running in your body and your mind is full of stars. Your stomach is doing things and oh you regret not kissing him sooner. His lips indeed taste good and the way he holds your neck is enough to make you squirm.

You open your mouth and his tongue slips in. You're loud. You swear anyone could hear the two of you making out. But his soft touch and his slow head movement makes you crave more.

He almost pulls back thinking you don't want this, but you're faster. You push yourself to him more and run your fingers to his hair. You play with his hair according to how your body tingles by his kiss.

He pulls back to take a short breathing and you smile when the two of you just lean on the walls and take in as much air as you can. Jaehyun feels like crawling into a hole, he just had an intense first kiss with you, the girl he secretly put interest in for the last six months.

“Was I good?” he glances to you.

You smirk, “If this is what I’ll get every time we kiss, I’m addicted already.”

He scoots closer and in that small room, he manages to pull you up on his lap. You chuckle but follow his game.

“Can I taste that soft cherry again?” he whispers hoarsely, and you shudder. Hey, weren’t you going to show how not innocent you are but why are you so pliant and shy under this Shy Slytherin boy?

You peck his lips, “I'm afraid our seven minutes timer is up.”

He brings his hands to your waist, “No one is opening the door yet for us. Might as well seize the opportunity.”

You chuckle, “Good at bargaining huh?” and you lean in for another hot make out session.

“So… can we two be a thing?” he asks with his wet swollen lips.

You put your hands on his shoulder “I don't know. Can a Ravenclaw date a Slytherin?”

He laughs at your obsession of Harry Potter. “I don’t know. Should we test it?”

You bend your neck and hide it on his neck. Inhaling a quick whiff of his musk cologne.

“Well I don’t see anything wrong in trying..”

“I wish I could see your face now. Because right now.. my face is burning… “

“I can feel your heartbeat Honey,” you giggle as you plant your palm over his fast heartbeat.

“Slow down or you'll get a heart attack.” You rub his shoulder blades

“It's getting hot here or is it just me?” he fans his hand

You knock your hand to the door and yell, “Hey guys it's been more than seven minutes! We need air.”

You hear someone shuffle to the door and unlocks it.

You did not move from his lap, you wait til that person is out and when you hear no one else is in the room, you kick the door opens.

Lights come into your peripherals and you quickly close the big room's door.

Jaehyun tosses you a questioning look

You shrug your shoulder, “Happiness can be found even in the darkest place when one turns on the lights.”

“Such a fanatic here!” he picks you up and pushes you to the wall. You can see his starry eyes now under the lights and oh gosh they were so pretty.

You can see his deep dimple showing whenever he gives you a side smile and your hands find their way to cup his face.

Like casted by the love potion you bend your neck to kiss him. His lips is an addiction and you're blaming the alcohol for whatever happens afterward.

“I guess you're going home alone Woo,” Lucas said when he passed by the locked room and his face turns red upon hearing the sinful noises.

Jungwoo chugs down another drink, “Let her, she's big enough to take care of herself.”

“And why are you not bringing her to parties sooner? I thought she was the regular boring student.” Haechan was jealous of Jaehyun. Hell, he found you super intriguing too.

Jungwoo smirks, “Told you she’s not like the others.”

Lucas pats his shoulder, “And you're not the one getting laid. Be patient okay…”

Jungwoo laughs out loud, “Hell no, we're bestie since long time. I can’t see her as a woman. We’re good. Jae can have her.”

Jaehyun looks hot without his coat and after climbing down the high. The best one you two ever had. You were laying down on the big mattress staring to the ceiling and catching breaths with Jaehyun beside you.

“Do you think Jungwoo will hate me?” Jaehyun picks out a cigarette box he found in the closet earlier.

You shake your head, “He'll be happy I got laid finally.”

Jaehyun huffs a cloud of smoke, you ask him “you think the boys will think of me as less? Like maybe they see me as the same cheap sl-"

Jaehyun presses a finger over your lips “No. They don't and won't. They are not that type of men. They respect women's choices. In contrast, I’m sure if they hear our story, they’ll be jealous.”

A small smile comes to your lips, the naughty side of yours is awake. “Oh yeah? Then try it. Tell them about us and see if they're jealous.”

Jaehyun offers you the stick of cigarette, you're not a new smoker. Actually, you smoke sometimes to relax, you smoke a special herbal one… and this is one of it.

“Whaoh you're not a newbie?” he sounds surprised when you did not cough after taking the first smoke.

“I did sometimes the herbal ones.” You blow a cloud of smoke.

“Funny how we have a lot in common, but we just know one another tonight.”

You smile, “in seven minutes actually.”

He hugs you from the side, “Yeah the best seven minutes in heaven.”

*op hides in the corner* end

how is it??? aaaa I guess it’s soo bad :”)

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nonstoplover · 4 years

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please don’t say you love me ~ Sebastian Stan (song drabble)

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song used as inspiration: gabrielle aplin ~ please don't say you love me

words: 2.1K

approximate reading time: about 15 mins

a/n: song drabble number three is here!! it's something more deep than i think i have ever written, and it was a little challenging, needed more thought and i'm not sure it's perfect but i did my best. hope you like it, let me know what you think! feedback is always appreciated, you know. and feel free to request anything! i love writing for you guys.

The sound of (y/n)'s giggles filled the small beach house they rented for their weekend getaway as she ran as fast as she could from the man behind her. Sebastian, face covered in tomato sauce followed close behind her, determined to catch her.

"I'm gonna get a revenge," he called out. "It's not fair that you're still clean."

"You need to catch me first!" The girl exclaimed back over her shoulder, skillfully dodging the sofa, but Sebastian chose the easy way and jumped over the piece of furniture and got right ahead of her.

"Wasn't that hard," he smirked, grabbing both her arms to pull her in and smear his face all across hers.

(y/n) tried hard to twitch out of his grasp, squealing loud, but he was too strong compared to her so all she managed to do was getting even more tomato sauce on her skin.

"Oh my gosh, Seb," she shook her head in disbelief but her eyes were still shining with joy.

She moved her hand up to run over her pointer finger on her cheek, collecting some of the red sauce before licking it up. Sebastian bursted out laughing loudly as he watched the scene unfold, amused by how the girl ate even that.

"What? Can't let it go to waste!" (y/n) defended herself when she glanced up and saw the look in his eyes.

Sebastian just shook his head as he continued watching her repeat the previous action. His heart was beating fast, and not from running around the house, instead from looking at the girl. She always managed to achieve this, no matter how simple things she did. Sebastian knew for a while now that he was completely enamoured of her, and wanted nothing more than to live all his remaining life with her by his side. He knew she was the one, he knew this was serious. At least, to him it was. He could only hope it was the same for the girl too.

"I lo-" he started to speak but was immediately cut off by (y/n)'s fingers pressing against his lips. Her eyes widened with worry and maybe fear, and suddenly all he could feel was confusion as it spread across his whole body.

She didn't feel like that towards him? He felt pain sting in his chest as he waited for an explanation.

"I'm sorry," (y/n) whispered before by-passing the man and going into the kitchen to clean her face with a paper towel.

Sebastian followed her, still not having a clue about what had just happened, and she held another towel out towards him silently, avoiding his searching gaze.

"I just..." she spoke up again, leaning against the counter. "I just don't think we should move this fast, you know?"

It hurt him more than he would have like to admit but he just nodded, giving her a tight-lipped smile. She finally made herself to look up, and when she met his eyes, she knew this explanation would not be good enough.

"We'd only break up if we said a couple things this early in our relationship."

"This early?" Sebastian frowned. "We're dating for 8 months now, I don't really think that it's that early."

"For me it is, okay?" (y/n) answered, voice raised a tad bit.

"But why? I just can't seem to understand. I thought we're alright and going straight ahead. I thought what we have is serious."

The girl felt her chest tighten by his words. You see, it already started, she thought. He's gonna break up with you. Tears made her vision cloudy, but she blinked them away and concentrated on the conversation, not letting her stupid feelings get in the way of acting like adults.

"We were alright! It's going great."

"Then I don't know why it's such a big deal that I want to say what I feel out loud."

"You don't feel that way," she shook her head.

"What?" Sebastian knew that he really shouldn't raise his voice, but his feelings were hurt and he couldn't help it. "How do you know what I feel?"

"It's too early for feelings to be so serious..."

"Too early. Here it is again, this word. Early. That just doesn't even make any sense to me. What if I actually happen to know after 8 months of dating that what I feel is lo-" he couldn't finish the word just like the first time he tried to say it, (y/n) was quicker and jumped to him to cover his mouth with her palm. "If we can't name this feeling, then what are we? Friends with benefits?"

His tone was bitter, it dripped from each of his words. He wanted this girl to be his wife someday, and now it turned out she only felt like it was some messed up friends with benefits and nothing more?

"Well, aren't you actually that kind of guy?" (y/n) asked back, tone similar to his.

"What's that supposed to mean?" His words snapped harsh and loud, making her wince.

"I mean, it's not like there weren't already stories about you in that kind of situations."

"What?" Sebastian felt like that was the only word he could say in their conversation. He constantly felt confused as it went on. "And how would you know that it's true? You know it pretty damn well that there are dozens of rumours about me that may not be true. Why do you believe it?"

"Because it sounds reasonable!" She exclaimed. "You're the famous, attractive, young man, star of Hollywood, with millions of fans that would do anything to be with you. It wouldn't be that surprising if you used what you got from life to have a little fun."

"We're dating for 8 months. 8! I think you had the time to get to know me well enough to know exactly that I'm not like that," he threw his hands up in the air in frustration.

She couldn't make herself to answer, she just shook her head and turned her body away from him just to get him out of her sight. She didn't know what to think anymore, all she knew that she didn't want their relationship to end. He was by far the kindest, most loving and caring man she had ever been with. They truly had an amazing 8 months behind them and she wanted it to last more than she had ever wanted anything in her life.

"You're crazy if you really think that," Seb hissed, misunderstanding the silence coming from her.

Her eyes were filled with tears now, one or two even escaping and rolling down her cheeks. Sebastian raised his hands to wipe the wetness from her skin with his thumbs.

"What's wrong?" He whispered. "Why don't you want me to say it?"

She took a shaky but deep breath, eyes moving down to the floor before she opened her mouth to answer.

"It happened so many times already."

"What? What happened?"

"That me and the current boy expressed some feelings that shouldn't have been expressed so fast."

"What do you mean?" Sebastian felt like he was trying to get information out of a young kid who got bullied in kindergarten, but he was determined to find the reason behind her strange behaviour out no matter what it took.

"After saying it out loud, it usually didn't last long."

"And what if I tell you that this time it'll be different?"

With his gentle caress against her skin and the caring, cautious look in his beautiful blue eyes (y/n) could almost feel herself give in. Almost. She wanted to believe him, but experience told her to be more careful now if she didn't want to lose him.

"You can't know that. You can't see the future," she shrugged with a sad smile playing on her lips.

"If I don't say it then, will it be alright?"

"I hope so." She wanted to sound more sure, but she would've been lying if she acted like she knew what was about to happen with them. They'd only know that after more time passed by.

"I'll be at the beach, I just need half an hour of thinking, okay?" Sebastian pushed himself away from the counter he was leaning against, and without another word from him or the girl he was out of the door.

(y/n) spent the following forty minutes sitting on the kitchen floor, trying to figure out what it meant. Did she screw it up by speaking up about her past experiences? By not letting him express what he felt? But she knew how it was with all her previous relationships and she truly didn't want to lose him. She felt confused, uncertain and utterly upset.

She was woken from her deep thinking by the sun shining in her eyes through the window. She squinted, glancing at the clock before coming to the decision that she'd go and find Sebastian. They have to finish this conversation, see where it would end. She had to know what he was thinking.

It didn't take long before she saw his silhouette pacing up and down the shore, occasionally kicking away heaps of sand in his way. (y/n) approached him carefully, giving him time to notice her upcoming figure and send her away if that was what he wanted. But Sebastian just continued walking down towards the water and back up.

When she got to him, stopping only a few metres from his route, he finally stopped and spoke up.

"I understand that you went through things like that, and I respect it. I won't say anything like that until you think it's alright. I... feel towards you in a way that I know that I don't want to lose you. And if all I have to do is not say one thing to avoid losing you, then so be it."

(y/n) felt tears gather in her eyes once more, but this time they were all happy tears. What Sebastian said meant more to her than he would ever know. He saw the smile appear on her cheeks, the adoring glint her eyes started to shine with, and he knew it was alright.

"I feel the same way about you, I don't want to lose you either."

Sebastian's heart fluttered with happiness, finally being able to be certain about how the girl felt towards him made everything seem much better in the world.

"Can I kiss you?" He asked, gently stepping towards the girl. His eyes stared into her (y/e/c) orbs softly, making her go weak in her knees and warm in her chest.

"Don't give me that puppy dog face. How am I supposed to say no to that?" She tried to joke, lightening the mood, letting him know that they had successfully passed the hard part.

Sebastian let out a chuckle before wrapping his arms around her lower back and pulling her in close. Slowly, extremely slowly he leant in, wanting to give the girl the choice to change her mind. But she just slightly tilted her head, eyes shuttering close as she awaited the kiss.

Lips met, gently pressing against each other for a few moments before they both started to pour more feelings into it, eventually turning the first innocent kiss into something more passionate and heated. They tried to communicate what they felt, thought and wanted the other to know but couldn't speak just yet through the movements of their lips.

When they ran out of breath and parted, their eyes were shining with a new kind of delight and affection. (y/n) giggled, letting out a sigh as she grew more sure that she didn't ruin everything and the man wouldn't disappear from her life.

Out of nowhere Sebastian moved his hands, gripping the sides of her waist and lifting her in the air out of pure joy he was feeling.

"Put me down!" (y/n) squealed, hands swiftly moving to his shoulders to find something to hold onto. "Seb!"

He swirled her around, feet moving around the wet sand as he gazed up at her with adoring eyes. Her (y/h/c) hair flew behind her and her cheeks from rosy, eyes shining bright. She was the most beautiful and humble woman he had ever seen or met. The closest thing to an angel on this planet, he was sure about it.

He loved her more than anything or anyone in his life, and though all he wanted is the girl to know this, he held it back, knowing that if he had control over himself now and stayed silent, later on he could say the sentence as many times as he wanted.

He just had to wait for her to be ready for it and believe that they were truly meant to be together forever.

.::the end::.

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mickmarstookmyheart · 4 years

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Secret of a Guitar(ist) pt 3

Mick Mars X Reader, (High School!Mötley)

Part 1 and Part 2 is right here if you want to read it!

Summary: Losing a friend, party and trouble.

The weekend ended pretty quickly, you mostly spent it with reading, listening to music, and leaning for your upcoming tests. When you woke up Monday morning you looked out of the window to see it was a bleak day and the raindrops held races on your window. For others, it was a bad, colorless day, while you preferred this weather over those shiny and dazzling summer days. The sound and the touch of the rain gave you the strength you needed that day.

On your way to the school, you promised that nothing can piss you off, neither the band nor your nosy friends. You just enjoyed the rainy weather and filled your lungs with the scent of the rain touching the soil. Even, during lessons, you were just staring out of the window. Whenever Emma, Helen, or Simon asked anything you tried your best to stay kind and friendly. You apologized to them for being this introvert and not telling them your problems. Though, you still didn't tell them about Mick. You just warned them that if you tell them about it, they also have to keep this as a secret and you only wanted to protect them from it. They kinda understood it luckily.

"(Y/N)." Simon called when he saw you in your closet. You were admiring your Queen poster on the inside.

"What's up?" You asked looking up at him and closing your closet. You adjusted your bag and headed towards class, Simon following you next to you.

"Are you free on Friday?" He questioned shyly while he shoves his hands in his pockets. The question hit you hard, you didn't expect this. Simon one of your best friends, the only guy whom you loved, but only as a friend. You recalled your talk with Mick. "Does he know about that?"

"Um, well, I-I...I'm not quite sure." You didn't want to make him sad nor disappointed, though you still didn't intend to do something you weren't fond of. "I still had this math exam coming up and I should also carry on practicing on my guitar."

"I see. Then see you later, (Y/N)." He fastened his pace up and left you there. He was a nice guy but he didn't deserve someone who doesn't like him back in the way he wanted. When you arrived in class, earlier this time, you settled down next to Helen. Emma still wasn't there.

"Hey, girl." Helen greeted and turned to you. "How are you?"

"Well, I feel Simon hates me. I, I just lied to him and it was so obvious. I'm a monster." You put your hoodie on and laid your forehead on the desk. Later, you felt a hand rubbing your back.

"You are not a monster so stop telling that. And I think you are doing the right thing. If you started to date, you both be unhappy. He just hasn't realized yet."

"Who hasn't realized what?" Emma arrived and sat down. She was soaking wet from the rain and looked pretty exhausted.

"What happened to you?" You asked.

"Rain. That's what happened. But nevermind. So what is your issue?" She took off her coat and do her hair in a bun.

"Nothing important."

"(Y/N)!" Luckily, the bell rang saving you from telling her your problem. You gave her a victorious look and opened your book, already full ears.

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"Okay, you are improving. That was pretty badass." Mick stated when you finished one of the riffs he had already shown you. Your hand almost recovered, although it still hurt when you played the guitar. You tried to hide the pain but during the complex ones, you can't help but flinch.

"Really? Cause I don't think so." You chuckled and put down the guitar, rubbing your wrist.

"Are you okay? Or should we rest?" He asked softly.

"Nah, it's okay." You smiled. "Let's try again."

"What if we try something else?" He asked while standing up and giving his guitar. A line appeared between your brows but and stared at him. "Hey, it's already tuned." He shrugged. "So play this one, but now this time faster." You gulped when he put the paper in front of you. He must've seen your face cause he stepped closer. "I will help." He pulled the chair behind you and placed his hands upon yours from behind. You could barely breathe from his touch. You could feel his breath on your neck and shoulders and his humming didn't help at all doing this riffs. "See? It's that easy." Mick said when you finished.

"You helped me a lot." You stuttered while putting a lock of hair behind your ears. "But it was better."

"You did great. Have a little faith." He approached his desk where all his stuff laid. He stood with his back to you so you could observe him a bit. His long black hair reached almost his waist, and then you saw his thighs and....what the actual fuck? You shook your head quickly and tried to focus on everything else than Mick's thighs. Gosh. "Is everything alright? You looked as if you saw a ghost or something."

"Yeah, everything is cool." You gathered your stuff and headed towards the door. "Thank you for everything. See ya in a week."

"Are you going already? Well, I won't make you stay against your will so go if you want." He escorted to the door and opened it for you since your hands were full. "What are you doing this Friday?" He asked making you drop all of your books on the floor. You squatted down and picked all of them while Mick also helped you. The pain was strong to bend down but he didn't bother. He didn't care.

"Sorry, the gravity is stronger today than usual." You trembled. You held your books with your shaking hand. "So, to answer your question, I think I will stay at home. Maybe to meet my friends. Nothing too extreme."

"But you aren't going to that party, right?" He asked with a serious face. Mick felt something whenever you were nearby. He felt he must protect you at all costs. He didn't why just that he must.

"I already told my friends that I'm not going. For reasons. At first, they didn't accept it well but they gave in later."

"Good to hear. And sorry for making you keep secrets from your friends. It's not fair."

"It's totally understandable, Mick. And I'm sure they have several secrets they keep from me." You chuckled thinking of how many things there are you didn't know about.

"Thank you for being this tolerable. And for being this nice to me. I can't recall any person who traits me as a person and not a rocker creepy guy." He stepped closer to you. You felt your face burn along with your ears. Mick placed his hand on your shoulders and pulled you even closer. You noticed him licking the inside of his lips which made your legs shake. Until a voice ruined this moment.

"(Y/N)?" Simon was in shock. At first, he didn't want to believe his eyes, it couldn't be you. Mick cleared his throat and drifted away.

"I think I should go. See you later, (Y/N)." Then he went back to the classroom and locked the door after himself. You just stood there and felt like shit. Tears shone in Simon's eyes. You betrayed him.

"I thought you were better than that. Seriously, (Y/N)? I thought you hated those guys!" He grunted. Mick heard every word Simon and you said and he felt terrible. He knew something was between the two of you and he ruined it.

"Simon, I-I'm sorry. You know I didn't plan this. I wanted to be honest with you while not making you sad." It was time to tell him everything. "You deserve someone who loves you the way you love me, Simon. And I'm not that someone. I like you Simon, but only as a friend. And I'm sorry for not telling you this earlier."

"Don't continue, (Y/N). I got it. Then I hope you will be happy together." He gave you a sad smile and turned and walked away. Mick wanted to go and comfort you but he thought it was the last thing you wanted. You just lost your friend.

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After telling this to Emma and Helen on the phone you discussed having a girl night that day. You somehow struggled through school that day, you didn't meet Simon, neither Mick. And maybe this way was the best.

You only told them about Simon. You didn't mention Mick but it was only a matter of time to let them know this. Simon will bring it up someday.

"When I arrive home I will go to bed and I won't even shower. I don't have the energy to do that." You sighed and laid down on the backseat of the car while Emma drove and Helen sat on the passenger seat. You knew to close your eyes were dangerous because you could easily fall asleep. But you didn't think it would be this dangerous.

"(Y/N), wake up. How can you sleep like this?" Emma pushed your shoulders to finally wake you up which she managed to. You groaned and rolled to your other side. "People will think we kidnapped you, come on!" Emma snapped and pulling up by your arm. You slowly opened your eyes and flinched from the loud music.

"Emma, technically we kidnapped her, remember?" Helen whispered so you couldn't hear.

"Where are we exactly? It doesn't look like our neighborhood." Your eyes widened from the recognition. "No, no, no! No fucking way you brought me here! I told you I'm not going!"

"Don't be like this. A little party never killed anybody as they say." Emma laughed.

"No! You kidnapped me. I stay in the car while you are in there." You closed the door and stared in front of yourself with crossed arms. You couldn't believe they did this to you. Your friends. You thought they finally understood it, but they always dragged you to things you don't like. You were disappointed. You heard the door opening on the other side and Helen settled down next to you. She took your hand into her and squeezed it.

"Look, (Y/N). I'm sorry what we did and for how we did it. I still don't know why you don't want to be here but it will do good, believe me. We won't stay too long. I'm sure there is free food, drinks and what is most important, rock music. Can you hear that? We are the championship, my friend." She sang along with Freddie, pulling you into a sideways hug. You loved this song from the bottom of your heart and it always made you cry a bit.

"Alright. One hour! And I won't dance." You held up your finger earning a big smile from Helen.

"Okay." You got out of the car, sent a death glare at Emma cause you were sure it was her idea, and headed towards the house. The house was quite decent, at least yet. You could recognize many familiar faces from school lying on the ground. They were drinking or doing drugs. When you stepped in the house the party was much more heated than outside. Beer and Jack Daniels bottles covered the ground with many other disgusting things you hoped you would forget. On the wall, there was a white blanket with Mötley Crüe on it. It looked pretty cool. The music was loud though at least it wasn't some disco shit.

"Oh, look, a couch." You cheered and immediately sat down and relaxed on the comfortable furniture. Emma just rolled her eyes when Helen hit her arm gently.

"Come on. At least she is in the house."

"You are right. Let's not be greedy. Come, let's find the hosts." She smirked and went to the kitchen where they saw Nikki sitting on the counter and Tommy with a girl. Vince wasn't there. Neither Mick. "Hey, guys!"

"Hey...you are (Y/N)'s friends, right?" Tommy asked pushing his girl away. Emma just gave him an odd look cause she has already told her name.

"Is she here, too?" Nikki's eyes lit up.

"Yeah, in the living room." Emma gestured towards the mentioned place. Nikki hopped down on the ground and happily walked towards you while Emma and Helen stayed with Tommy. "So, where is Vince?"

"He is in the bathroom." He said taking a sip from his booze.

"I see. And when will he back?" Emma promised to herself that at least she will talk to once, but don't resist if Vince wants more. She wasn't that kind of girl but she was able to do anything to meet Vince personally, even dragging you a party against your will.

"I guess as soon as he finishes with that girl." Tommy shrugged and kept drinking. You took a long breath to calm down cause some of the guests were irritating you. You decided to drink something, at least it will help you comprehend with the others. You walked to the table where all the fresh drinks and snacks were when a guy with long dark hair knocked on your shoulders.

"I beg your pardon?" You snapped. You didn't like it when some random guy touched you liked that.

"Well, I'm Richard." He held his hand but you didn't accept it.

"Good for you." You murmured while looking for a still untouched beer bottle but you couldn't see one. "Ugh, why everyone had to drink up everything?"

"Here, take mine." The guy offered and put it on the table.

"No, thanks. I won't accept any drink from others."

"But it's still unopened. I just wanted to bring it to my friends." You hesitated at first but when you saw nothing missed from the bottle you took it. You found it hard to open so you were sure it was still untouched.

"Okay, thanks, and sorry for being bitchy. I'm (Y/N)." This time you held your hand and he was just staring it.

"Good for you." He said with the same tone.

"Ouch, but I deserved it." You laughed and headed back to the couch.

"You don't want to come and I will introduce my friends. It seems you are alone here." He smiled.

"Oh, I lost my friends a long time ago and I knew the hosts, too, though I haven't seen them yet."

"Then come." He grabbed your wrist and started pull into the core of the crowd.

∆

"So-so did you jump from the roof?" You giggled uncontrollably. You were already drunk as hell and didn't know why. You felt dizzy and your head was spinning. You tried to recall the last 20 minutes but you only remember that one beer. Maybe you weren't a sponge-like your friends.

"Yeah. But luckily I fell in the pool so it didn't hurt." One of Richard's friends told you this stupid story, but it made you laugh either way. You would be able to laugh at anything at that point. "(Y/N), you don't want to go out a bit? You look like someone who needs some fresh air."

"I think you are right." You tried to stand up but fell back at the couch. Richard and his friend shared an evil which you couldn't see.

"Come here. We will help." They helped you by your hand and you were clenching on their shoulders. Your legs were shaking and your head was pounding and it felt like if it weighed like a ton. "What about if we go to our place. It's much more fun there." He whispered in your ear. You just mumbled under your nose but proper words didn't come out of your mouth. You didn't even process what he has just said. You and the two guys were struggling in the pavement now when Mick walked past next to you. At first, he didn't recognize you but then he turned and stepped in front of you.

"What do you think you are doing?" Mick inquired with crossed arms.

"Do you know her? And anyway, none of your business." Richard said.

"I do know her and you better let her go." Richard glanced at his friend and nodded. They immediately let your hands go and ran away, letting you fell on the ground face forward. Luckily, Mick could stop your face touching the ground. "(Y/N) are you alright?" He touched your face gently. You just giggled making Mick groan. "Tommy!"

Tommy was outside talking to some blondie chick but rushed to Mick at the moment he called him.

"Omg, what happened?" He asked while picking you up in his arms in bride style. The girl he was talking to arrived, too, and walked beside Mick.

"Some guy must've drugged her. They almost took her." Mick said growling. He was furious as hell. For you not taking his advice, for his bandmates not looking after you and for himself nor being there for you.

"Heather, I will be back, I will just bring (Y/N) upstairs," Tommy said when he was balancing you on the stairs.

"I will help."

When Tommy laid you on Mick's bed Heather brought some wet clothes and placed them on your forehead. It was fucking cold but it felt good. Mick told them to go back to the party he will be able to handle things now. He sat closer to you and took off the clothing from your forehead making you murmur.

"Mick?"

"Yes, it's me."

"Oh no. I shouldn't be here cause said so. I'm not even here." You hid under the blanket making a big eye roll from Mick. You were completely out of your mind and weren't yourself.

"You can come up. I already saw you, you know. What are you doing here? I told you not to come!" He snapped but you just only giggled.

"Tommy was right. You really look like Cousin Itt from Addams family." You laughed.

"Okay, go to sleep, we will talk tomorrow. When you are sane." He said and stood up from the chair. Before he closed the door his lips curved into a smile.

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The next morning or more like noon you woke up. You rolled on your side but you didn't feel your plushies neither felt your comfy bed. You opened your eyes and noticed that the ceiling was also different. You quickly sat up and looked around. The blood froze in your veins when you saw the still sleeping Mick next to you. You glanced under the blanket where you noticed that you weren't wearing your jeans. What the hell happened last night? You cautiously got out of bed but not enough.

"Good morning, Sleeping Beauty."

"Morning. Did we...are we. We didn't, right?" You mumbled running your hand in your hair.

"What? No. I was just sleepy and didn't want to lay on the ground in my own room." You relieved and sat on the edge of the bed. "Your jeans are downstairs, drying. It smelled like beer so Heather took it down from you last night."

"Heather?"

"Tommy's girlfriend or what. She was a cool girl. I hope Tommy won't fuck things up." He placed his hand under his head watching you as you tried to find something to cover you while you go downstairs.

"Here, take this one. Tommy left it here. Don't worry, it's clean." He threw you black leather pants and you caught it pretty smoothly, considering your hungover. "After you are ready, we will go and eat something. I'm starving."

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The house was a mess. Food, empty bottles, and people laid on the ground. Knives and forks in the wall and the whole place stinkted. The door was even open. The yard wasn't better, toilet rolls on the tree and the trash in the whole.

"Quite a party."

Mick searched for his car key and helped you got in the car. When you set off Mick turned on the radio but a low volume so it wasn't disturbing. It was an overcast day so it was quite heartwarming, sitting in the car with Mick and listening to music. That was exactly what you needed.

The car parked in front of a lovely restaurant. Mick opened the door for you and placed his hand on your back. A lady escorted you to a table for two and handed out the menus.

"Can I ask what happened last night?" You inquired when you finished selecting your order. Mick didn't say a word just kept reading the menu. You sighed and supported your head with your hand. The rain started pouring again making you smile.

"Do you like it?"

"Hmmm?"

"The rain. Do you like it?"

"Yes. It helps me forget every problem I have. It's just relaxing."

The waitress brought your food and placed it in front of you and went to another table. You hummed when you took a sip from your coffee. You could feel the caffeine run through your veins, filling your body with energy. Mick didn't say a word through the meal. You tried to maintain a conversation but he just stared at you and you would shut up instead. When you finished you waited for him to finally say something. After he asked for the bill and you left the facility he walked past his car so you followed him. You arrived at the ocean. The waves were so loud from the weather you could barely hear your own thoughts.

"Mick! Where are we going?" You shouted. He just gestured with his hand to keep following him. Your shoes were already full of sand and it was wet.

"Sorry, I wanted to be alone and in quiet. And I hope this doesn't look creepy or anything." Mick said softly after you were under a so-called mini cave at the beach. It was opened but you have a roof over you so the rain wasn't bothering. "So you might wondering what is inside my head and the things happened last night." You gave him a 'You don't say' look earning a chuckle from him. "Well, I'm quite angry with you."

"Sorry for interrupting you, but you didn't know a thing about how I got to that party. I was literally kidnapped by my own fucking friends!! I didn't have anything to do with that." The look on Mick's face was priceless. Anger, shock, and disappointment along with relief.

"Well, then I'm not angry at you. One person crossed out."

"Thank you, I guess."

"To be honest, nothing surprising happened just the fact that you were drugged. I didn't want you to not to come cause of my bandmates. Cause of their acquiescence. Drug dealers and so many more kind people."

"I was drugged? I thought it was just a drink."

"You told me that you only drank one beer. I suppose you can bear alcohol better than that. No one gets this drunk after one bottle. And when I saw with those guys...I was scared. I was scared to the loose only thing that lightens up my mood at school even if we don't talk there. I still see you there and I can't wait for the next lessons. I know it sounds weird but I think I like you, (Y/N)." Your heart skipped the beat. No one ever in your life has said something like this. You thought you didn't deserve it.

"Well..." You were playing with the end of the sleeve of your jacket. "I should thank you then. For protecting me and I'm sorry that I ruined your evening. I tried to stay sane and smart but they tricked me. And I also love the lessons, the way you listen to me and help in almost everything. At school, it may seem that I'm fed up with you and the boys but on the contrary. You always cheer me up and you are so kind to me."

"Because you deserve it." He leaned closer to you. It was like back after the lesson. This time no one could ruin this moment. Mick brushed his finger on your cheek then your lips. Your face was crimson red and your breath was shaking. Mick licked his lips and captured your lip between his. You placed your hands on his shoulders and pulled him closer. His body was warm and welcoming. When he drifted away he touched your forehead with his. You were both panting from the kiss still with closed eyes. You couldn't imagine somebody kissing you ever. But then Mick happened and your world turned completely upside down.

"One last question. What happened to the guests?" You asked smirking.

"Oh, the police came in and everyone ran away or was arrested. Don't worry, your friends got away."

"Lucky bastards." You both burst into laughing in the cave. Watching the ocean and the waves alone with someone who cherished you and loved you like no one else.

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Tags: @leatherandheels @karrotkate @littlemisscare-all ❤️❤️

I hoped you liked this story!!! Thanks for reading it. Though I was thinking on a next chapter but I'm not quite sure.

#motley crue #glam rock #nikki sixx #rocknroll #mick mars #tommy lee #vince neil #80srock #80s music #mick mars x reader #mick mars imagine #motley crue x reader #motley crue imagine

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alexajanecollins · 4 years

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Broken bones, Happy endings - Part 5

I kind of like this part, also hate it. But I had been spending too much time on this to just delete it all again.

Hope you like it! @chilly-me-softly @cam-blog98 @savingprivatecass @rubytersteege

Part 1 Part 3 Part 2 Part 4

You were still wondering and asking yourself how this all happened, and in such a short amount of time. Four weeks ago, you were still stuck at home, not even wanting anyone helping you with your recovery. And here you are today, standing in Bens kitchen, making breakfast for the two of you. Another night at his, which happened quite often lately.

Your dad was concerned, not that he had any idea that you were having something with one of the players, but concerned you weren’t home that often anymore in the weekends, even though you were still in the middle of a serious recovery. He had called you several times ever since you didn’t arrive back home after the lost game. A simple text back to him explaining you stayed at one of your friend house kept him content not to bother you anymore. It was weekend, and no recovery moments booked anyway, time for you to relax.

“What a view. A woman in my kitchen.” Ben says smiling to himself when he walks inside of the living room, going directly to the kitchen where you placed a couple of things on the kitchen isle. “Gosh, you scared me.” You laugh a little as you didn’t hear him come in, pushing him away from you a little. “Take a seat, breakfast is ready.” You add turning around to wash your hands.

“Can I have a cuddle first?” He asks wrapping his arms around you from behind squeezing you against him. “Ben.” You sigh reaching for the towel as he wasn’t letting go. “Babe.” He smiles accidentally making you bump your knee against the cupboard. A small hit but extremely painful for a person being in your state. “Ben!” You almost shout pushing him away pretty harsh when you hit your knee, immediately reaching for it with you hand.

Ben got surprised when you pushed him away, realising what just had happened in an instant as you sat down on the kitchen floor. “Why aren’t you wearing your brace, seriously.” He says in a bit of panic kneeling down in front of you. “Because I am at home, I don’t need it at home, only when I go out.” You say tears appearing in your eyes “At home mhm, interesting.” He says with a small smile wiping the tears from your cheeks. “Come on, try to get up.” He says while getting up himself asking for your hands. “Don’t drop me okay.” You say taking his hand, smiling a little as he pulled you up in one swift move. “Sit down.” He says helping you to sit down at the table. “Sorry, I am overreacting, but it was just a nasty kind of pain.” You say with a sigh looking up at him. “Don’t worry, it’s my fault, I wasn’t thinking.” He says taking a seat as well. “Seems like we’ll have a lazy day today.” You laugh a little.

Before you realised, the weekend was over and there you were, back in the complex, back in the gym with Simon. Your recovery hours started early today, as your dad had an early meeting with some of the staff. “I don’t know what you did this weekend, but it was for sure not good for your knee.” Simon says after you finished one of the exercises, realising you were struggling with the easiest one. “I just had a small incident.” You say looking at him for a second.”

After a couple of more small exercises, you were walking on the treadmill, a fast but steady pace, just enough for you to follow. “Just walk this out and meet me back in the office.” Simon said, after he explained he was going to make you a new recovery scheme, based on the things you could already do and still couldn’t do.

You look in the mirror once you hear some of the boys gets inside of the gym. A quick press on the stop button as you finished your walking. You smile a little to yourself as you hear Bens voice, him having a conversation with James, not realising you were there as well.

“How much longer before you are fully recovered?” One of the players asks, a smile on your face appearing for a second. “I actually have no idea, Simon was going to make another schedule.” You say with a shrug. “Ohh, probably 3 more weeks then, you made great progress already.” He says with a smile. “Thank you, I really hope so.” You smile friendly taking your stuff to head outside.

“Look who is here, again.” James says looking at you for a second. “Same goes for you.” You casually say taking your hair out of the ponytail. “Did someone already tell you, you are a good-looking lady.” He says with a smile leaning against the training bike. “Several people have, especially those football players who think they can get any girl they want.” You say with a grin looking him in the eyes. “I like the attitude, seriously.” He smiles looking at you go.

“Ben, I have no time.” You say when you see him approach. “I just wanted to ask how it went?” He asks confused looking at you go, heading after you for a second. “Seriously, you talk with everyone, I am sure you have time to talk to me as well.” He says while walking with you down the hallway. “I don’t have time Ben, I actually still have college work and have to be back here tomorrow morning.” You say not even looking at him. “Go back, go train or something, just leave me alone.” You say knocking on Simons door getting inside straight afterwards, leaving a confused Ben in de hallway. “Lets go Ben.” James shouts through the hallway as they all went to the field for the real practise.

“Two more months, are you for real?” You ask surprised when Simon explained the process for the upcoming weeks. “That’s so long.” You sigh. “I thought I was doing good, making progress.” You say looking at him confused. “You clearly forced yourself this weekend, with a negative impact on your progress.” Simon explains which made you sigh again. “Okay, full focus on the recovery from now on.” You say, more to yourself while getting up. “Thank you.” You smile saying your goodbyes and leaving his office to find your dad, who was at the practise field with the team.

“Two more rounds boys.” You dad shouts as he sees you approach him on the field. “Hey sunshine.” He says kissing your head for a second. “You okay?” He asks looking at you. “Not really.” You say shaking your head looking at the players for a second. “Simon told me, just don’t give up okay.” He smiles looking at you. “Want to continue giving the training?” He asks curiously. “Seriously?” You asked surprised, your dad knowing how much you loved taking over the training for the youngest ones of the academy, also knowing how much you would love to take over the training from the first team. “Of course.” he says handing you the papers with notes from the last game. “Okay boys gather around.” He shouts and in an instant you were standing in front of the whole team.

“We all are aware the last game wasn’t the best, so I thought, maybe a change of trainer might be interested.” He explains. “Oh gosh no.” One of the players sighs looking at you for a second. “For real? We had just bad luck.” James says protesting a little bit. “A football game has nothing to do with luck or bad luck. It’s about strategy. And players, who know the game, know what they can bring to the team.” You say taking a look at James for a second. “If it’s about luck, then can you explain why you succeed almost all your chances of your shots to the goal?” You ask still looking at him. “Yeah, I already thought that.” You say when he doesn't know how to answer you. Your dad grinning beside you, exactly hearing himself talk, realising you are exactly like him when it comes to the team.

You continue the training with your dad by your side the whole time. “Perfect boys. Meet you tomorrow.” He says after a while taking the papers from you, once again thanking you for the good time. “Trainer, can we talk for a second?” James asks while rushing after him, before he leaves inside of the building. “Didn’t know you were able to control many men at the same time.” Ben comments while walking next to you. “Talent, a lot of talent.” You laugh looking at him for a second. “Ohh you talk again.” He smiles a little. “I am sorry for this weekend, I heard about the recovery. Really, I am sorry.” He says once again looking at you. “It’s my own fault Ben. I should focus on myself and recovery for now on, and not stay at other peoples places in the weekend anymore.” You explain putting away some stuff that had been used during the training. “So you are just giving up on us?” He asks confused. “y/n are you ready? I need to leave. Let me drop you off at home.” You dad says looking over at you for a second. “Coming.” You say nodding. “Goodbye Ben.” You say tapping his shoulder heading towards your dad to leave. Once again, leaving a confused Ben behind.

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ladyartemesia · 4 years

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Hi this is anon Min. I was the one who requested you for the jungkook as a boyfriend thingy. I havent been on tumblr recently and for reason i couldnt keep track of your blog. Have you already posted it? I get it if you havent.. its okay take your time. Tysm for acceptin the request btw. I love you and your works.. so yea.. if you have already published it would you mind puttin in the link here. If you havent... im lookin forward omg ik its gonna be awesome. ily. staysafe

HELLO ANON MIN!

I have not posted it yet BUT I WILL. I am working on it currently. I was so happy to accept the request and so flattered you sent it to me 🙈🤗! And oh my gosh THANK YOU for loving me and my work. I love you back 🙈 seriously. Compliments like that just ruin me. I’m so soft! I hope you are safe and well also!

I am afraid that the end of the semester has slowed EVERYTHING down radically cause I have a METRIC TON of grading to finish 🤦🏻‍♀️ and a bunch of end of the year close-outs so I am behind on a lot of things 😭😭 I would like to thank you and everyone else who has been so lovely and patient with me.

Maybe this will help...Here is a (rough/subject to change)-

WIP schedule...

1. In the next couple days (maybe tomorrow) I am posting a ABO(ish)/Hybrid Daechwita Yoongi oneshot set in the Joseon Era.

2. Near the end of the week I am posting my Daechwita Fic Reviews and Recommendations list.

3. I hope to post the JK Boyfriend Headcannon this weekend! (I will tag it as min anon so you can find it easily!)

4. I accepted a commission as part of Changes With Luv to write Football Player Kim Taehyung Makes a Bet With a Rival Team’s Cheerleader that he gets to do whatever he wants to her if his team wins (and vice versa) and I hope to have that out next week.

5. The Mentor (preview available now) should be out that weekend(ish) 6/27

depending on both my mood and muse, the release date for the Tae fic and the Mentor might be swapped... this is actually pretty likely... maybe...

6. The Chance, the Jin-centric sequel to The Choice set in the same universe (different OC) should be posted the week of the 28th. I also hope to debut the entire Cardinal Kingdoms masterlist at that point as well.

7. Then second chapter of Heat Run should be out by the weekend (or close to it) of July 4th. Updates to Heat Run will be much more regular starting then.

8. The Chase, the Jimin centric sequel to The Choice and The Chance (same universe, different OC again) will come out in the middle of July.

9. A Jin Rec List and a Yoongi Rec List were requested awhile ago. They will come out in July.

10. Strawberry Fields Forever - a Tae soulmate/ghost story/past lives AU written for Solaris’s summer fic collab will be written in July for an early August debut.

11. Love in Handcuffs with Cheerios - a Joon Friends-to-Lovers fic is coming out in July.

12. A (potentially NSFW) sequel to PARK JIMIN HAS SEEN MY GRANNY PANTIES should be out in July.

13. At least 2-3 more chapters of Heat Run (potentially all chapters) will be posted in July/early August.

14. There is a JK reality dating show request that I have a couple good ideas for, but until I am truly inspired, it’s on the back burner.

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also...

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allmidaddies · 4 years

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woke up in 3.

“Do we like this one?” You asked, spinning around and showing Mat the dress you had just wiggled yourself into. He locked his phone, tossing it to the side as he allowed himself to drink in your appearance. You’d drug him along to help you get a dress for the wedding on the upcoming weekend. After sorting through all of the other dresses you had hanging in your closet you couldn’t quite find the right one for the weekend ahead.

In all honesty, you didn’t think any of them were going to get the attention of Mat.

After Jasmine had introduced you to her friend, whose name you couldn’t even remember anymore, you had texted for a few days until it became so dry and forced that you simply stopped responding. Sure you felt a little bit guilty but one word answers weren’t exactly giving you the eager energy you had been hoping for. Even Mat sent you longer messages and he was a hockey player, a group notorious for being dry as all hell.

So now it was back to square one. You had nothing going for you in terms of your love life and with another wedding on the horizon you wanted to at least make one person drool. And if Mat was that person...well then….so be it.

“Y/N,” Mat sighed, leaning back against the wall, “I have liked every dress you’ve come out in.”

This was true, he told you you looked good in everything. In some ways that made him the worst person to shop with because you couldn’t ever tell if he was being honest or just stroking your ego. But sometimes you needed your ego stroked, especially now.

“Okayyyy,” you rolled your eyes, hands on your hips, “But is this your favorite?”

“Eh,” Mat shrugged, “It looks good on you but you don’t look comfortable.”

You turned back to look at the mirror. It was incredibly tight and to be honest it was hard to walk in it. If you had to wear it for an entire evening you weren’t sure you’d survive.

“I don’t think you should get it, unless you want me to throw you over my shoulder and carry you around all evening,” Mat laughed. Maybe I do, you thought to yourself, an inappropriate image of Mat carrying you over his shoulder into his childhood bedroom before tossing you onto the bed flashing through your mind.

“I don’t think you have the stamina for that,” you teased, stepping back into the fitting room and pulling the curtain back.

“Hey,” Mat whined, “I have amazing stamina. You of all people should know this.”

Just as the words left his mouth a woman, probably the age of his mom, came walking down the hall in search of an open room. She raised her eyebrows at him and he felt his cheeks flush. That definitely sounded sexual. He had been referring to hockey but now his mind was beginning to wander elsewhere.

After the mini argument the night of the wedding, Mat had refrained from asking questions about your love life. He figured that it was better for both of you that way. You had told him that you and the guy had stopped talking since then but other than that he had no idea if you were entertaining anyone else. As long as he was still on duty to be your date to your cousin’s wedding that weekend he would take that as a no.

Otherwise, things were the same as they had always been. You hadn’t really talked about the argument at all and so Mat figured that either you didn’t remember or didn’t want to talk about it. Usually if something bothered you, you would let him know. When you showed up at his house unannounced a few days after the wedding, wanting to tan in his yard (because it was “better” than your own backyard), he could only assume things were fine. And now he was sitting on a hard bench, watching you try on dresses and he was actually enjoying it.

You pulled the curtain back, revealing the next dress to Mat. As soon as his eyes landed on your figure he let out a low whistle.

“We like this one,” he said, running his fingers through his hair. You beamed down at him, smoothing your hands over the material,

“Is it too short for a wedding?”

Mat shrugged,

“I mean your legs look a mile long but I don’t think it’s too short. Those workouts I sent you have been doing you good.”

You scoffed, poking your tongue out at him. You looked in the mirror, admiring your reflection and trying not to fixate on how good you and Mat would look together when he was in his suit.

Mat stood up and stepped up behind you, hands ghosting over your waist,

“This one is my favorite.”

“Yeah?” You craned your neck to smile up at him. Mat nodded, unable to resist grinning down at you. At that moment, the woman from earlier came out of her fitting room and caught a glimpse of you in the dress.

“Oh my gosh, that dress is so beautiful on you,” she complimented. Mat spoke without even thinking,

“Isn’t it?”

Your face felt warm and you subconsciously leaned into Mat’s touch.

“You guys are so cute together, you’re a lucky man,” the woman smiled, pointing a finger at Mat, who was now fully blushing, both from his slip and the woman’s comment.

“Oh-” Mat began to correct her but you curled your fingers around Mat’s wrist and smiled up at the woman,

“Thank you.”

Mat gave you a curious look, confused why you didn’t correct her like you normally did. You were too busy admiring the dress to catch his eye so he let it go. Instead he leaned against the wall of the fitting room and ran his eyes over your body.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You asked, snapping him into reality.

“You look really pretty, I think you should get this one,” Mat said, carefully dodging your question.

“Yeah?”

“If you don’t I’m gonna buy it for you,” Mat said.

“Suddenly you’re my sugar daddy,” you teased, reaching for the curtain and pulling it shut. Mat’s eyes went wide,

“Wha-”

“Chill, I’m just changing,” you laughed, “It’s not like you haven’t already seen me naked.”

The sinful image of you popped back into Mat’s mind as you drug the zipper of your dress down and shimmied out of it. Your back was to him but out of the corner of his eye he could see your reflection in the mirror.

He forced himself to keep talking, anything to distract,

“So whose wedding is this weekend?”

“My cousin,” you sighed, now only in your panties in front of him as you searched for your bra, “And her awful fiance. He’s such a dick, but at least it’s not me who has to marry him.”

Mat laughed, though it came out slightly strangled as you finally turned to face him again.

“What do you want to do for lunch?” You asked.

You look particularly appetizing, Mat thought to himself, suppressing a groan.

“Whatever you want,” Mat shrugged, breathing a sigh of relief when you zipped up your denim shorts and reached for your bag, now fully clothed again.

“Oh, you think because you picked my dress you’re done making decisions for the day?” You teased, pushing the curtain back again.

Mat laughed, hands on your waist as he followed behind you out of the fitting room,

“Yeah I’m maxed out, try again tomorrow.”

The night before you and Mat were going to the wedding, Jasmine was over at your house, watching you paint your toes.

“I’m doing my toes tomorrow because I know I’ll get them smudged in bed tonight,” she groaned, resting against the pillows on your bed.

“I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear the innuendo in that,” you laughed, looking back at her over your shoulder.

“That’s not what I meant, but yeah that too. Newlywed sex is objectively the best sex,” she sighed. You snorted, shifting to face her as you finished your last coat.

“So how soon until you two start having babies?” You asked, wiggling your eyebrows at her.

“I don’t know,” Jasmine sat up, “We’re still not a hundred percent sure if we want kids and I think if we did we’d adopt.”

You nodded, remembering that Jasmine had always said she wanted to adopt. Suddenly, the memory of making your pact with Mat came flooding into your mind.

“What?” Jasmine stared at you, “Why do you look like you’ve seen a ghost?”

“I just-” you shook your head, “I just remembered something.”

Jasmine looked at you curiously, making herself comfortable again,

“Go on.”

You took a deep breath,

“The night before your wedding-”

“You and Mat did fuck I knew it!” Jasmine shrieked.

“Dude! No!” You panicked, looking towards the door. Your parents weren’t even home but it sent a rush of adrenaline through your veins.

“No,” you said more calmly, “We didn’t...do that. But, he did say something kind of related to that.”

Jasmine urged you to continue.

“He said,” you spoke slowly, unable to believe you were saying it out loud, “That he wouldn’t mind putting a baby in me.”

Jasmine’s jaw dropped and she couldn’t do anything but stare at you,

“You’re kidding.”

You shook your head, putting the cap back on the polish.

“In what context? How-I mean, what-how did that even come up?” She asked, grabbing a pillow and picking at it nervously.

“We-” you paused, wondering if you should say anything to her about the marriage pact, “I don’t know we were talking about whether we wanted kids. I said he’d be a good dad.”

“And his...his response was that he would put a baby in you?” Jasmine said slowly, “He could have just said you would make a good mom but he went there!”

“He did say I would be a good mom!” You defended. Jasmine rolled her eyes,

“But he’s basically saying that he wants you to mother his children. I.e, he’s in love with you.”

“Don’t be so dramatic,” you said weakly, resting back on your elbows as you let your feet hang off the end of your bed to dry.

“How can I not be dramatic about this?” Jasmine waved her hands aimlessly, “I don’t understand how you’re so calm about this.”

“Because,” you sighed, “I’m used to Mat making comments like that and not having them mean anything. Just once I’d like to know if he’s saying things to make me laugh or if he’s saying it because it’s true.”

Mat had trouble keeping his eyes on the road the next afternoon as the two of you made the drive out to the wedding venue. The hem of your dress was sliding up your thighs as you continuously crossed and uncrossed them. Your elbow was resting against the center console of Mat’s car and it was taking everything in him to not reach over and place a hand on your thigh. You felt so close yet so far away as you added songs onto the queue.

“You know it’s only a thirty minute drive, right?” Mat teased after you finally set your phone back down again, a song coming through the speakers.

“Yes and I don’t want to spend any of it listening to you talk about golf,” you said, leaning back in your seat and out of his reach.

“You love golf,” Mat protested.

“I like going golfing with you, I do not love golf,” you corrected. Mat smiled to himself, feeling slightly proud that you only enjoyed it because of him.

“Don’t look so smug,” you smacked his arm gently, “I only like going with you because you hit the balls in the water half the time.”

“Hey!”

You smiled victoriously, reaching over and turning up the radio for the remainder of the drive.

Something felt different between the two of you as you paraded around the cocktail hour. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it but it had to do with the way Mat hardly left your side at all. His hand was pressed against your lower back like it was magnetically attached and you couldn’t pull away. Not that you wanted to. You were melting under his touch, more so than usual. Maybe it was because your family was there and everything just seemed to fit so well. Mat was talking to your dad about the upcoming season, with your mom about the next hike he wanted to take you on. You even overheard him inviting her to come along while you were listening to your aunt talk about your cousin.

You caught yourself staring up at him more than once during the afternoon, admiring the way his hair looked and how rested he looked. Towards the end of the season he had been run down and exhausted, as everyone else in the league was after a long season. Now that he was back in Vancouver you selfishly wished that he would get offersheeted so that he could come home. What you didn’t know was that he felt recharged whenever he was around you. He smiled more, which was saying a lot because he already seemed to be a constant ray of sunshine even in New York, he slept better, he felt calmer. That mixed with all of the summer sun and r&r the two of you had been indulging in had him looking like a dream. The icing on the cake was the dress shirt and well fitting, navy slacks he was wearing.

The wedding was a bit more casual so he hadn’t even bothered with a tie or a jacket, opting to roll his sleeves and expose his toned forearms. You hadn’t even realized you had zoned in on his hands as he talked animatedly with your parents until he was snapping you from your trance.

“Anyone home?” He teased, a concerned expression flashing over his features before he smiled easily, hand finding your back once again.

“Sorry, I think the wine is going straight to my head,” you waved him off, leaning into him more. You could feel your mom’s eyes on you, knowingly grinning between you and Mat.

“We should probably go find our seats,” Mat said, repeating what he’d apparently been trying to tell you while your head had been up in space. You nodded, letting him guide you towards the grassy area where the chairs were set up.

“Mat,” you whispered, gripping his arm, “My heels are sinking.”

Mat couldn’t help but laugh when he looked back to see you tip toeing across the soft ground.

“Do you need me to carry you?” he asked, teasingly and not at all serious but when he saw the desperate look in your eyes he groaned.

“You’re kidding,” Mat laughed, shaking his head and stepping closer to you.

“Fine,” you pouted, “I’ll ruin my heels, it’s fine.”

Mat rolled his eyes, swooping you u easily, careful not to let you flash anyone.

“Mat!” You shrieked, not having expected him to actually pick you up. Your hands gripped the back of his neck and the way his fingers were digging into your thighs was having dirty thoughts running through your mind.

“You know, I could have just gotten you a new pair,” Mat murmured as he set you down in your seat.

“Mmm,” you hummed, smirking up at him, “I think you like carrying me around though.”

Your tone was light and joking but Mat’s expression faltered ever so slightly before he managed to chirp you back,

“And I think you like having me carry you around, princess.”

Your heart jumped at the pet name, one he hadn’t called you in a long time. Not since high school at least. It used to be his favorite way to tease you.

“Maybe I do,” you said softly, turning your attention to your mom, who had taken the seat beside you. Mat swallowed hard, the memory of your half asleep confession flooding through his mind. Why those three words had trigged the memory of those other three words he didn’t know. The sound of you mumbling ‘I love you’ echoed through his brain like you were speaking into a chasm. It made his chest feel tight all of a sudden, a feeling he had never experienced before, and a wave of panic shot through him.

“I’ll be right back,” Mat muttered, standing up and all but running from his seat. You reached out to catch his wrist but he was too quick, half way across the lawn before you thought to go after him. You mentally cursed him for being not only the fastest skater but the quickest wedding ditcher as you clambered after him, throwing an apology towards your mom as you kicked off your heels.

Nearly everyone had moved to find their seats so it wasn’t hard to keep on Mat’s tail as he made his way around the venue. You cringed in pain as you dashed over the gravel path alongside the building, the small rocks digging into your feet.

“Mat!” You called after him, hoping that the sound of your voice might bring him to a stop. It didn’t.

“Mathew!”

He finally stopped, leaning back against the building, catching his breath. You brushed gravel off of your feet as you cautiously walked towards him.

“Mat?”

“I’m sorry,” he muttered under his breath, fingers running through his hair. You furrowed your brows, finally reaching him and pressing your palms against his chest, feeling his racing heart beneath your fingertips. He wouldn’t lift his head to look at you but his hands found your waist.

“Mat…” you said again, not sure of what else to say. You tilted your head so you could meet his eyes,

“What do you need?”

“Right now?” Mat asked. You nodded. Mat finally met your gaze, the look in his eyes unrecognizable,

“You.”

You pushed down the selfish feeling of triumph, knowing that he was panicking and now was not the time to be putting yourself on a pedestal. So, you ran your hands up his chest and around his neck, pulling him into you and gently carding your fingers through his hair,

“I’m right here, Barz, I’m always gonna be right here.”

Mat wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you flush against him. He knew the ceremony was supposed to start soon but everything in the background was fading away as he rested back against the building, bringing you with him. The rate of his heart was settling as he focused on your breathing and the steady motion of you running your fingers through his hair.

Neither one of you said anything for a while, Mat didn’t even know how much time had passed. He had his eyes closed and his face buried in your neck. His body was calming down but his mind was still unsettled. He wasn’t sure how he could go back to the ceremony without confessing everything to you. If he had to run from the wedding he could do that, but he couldn’t hold his feelings in any longer.

“You can tell me anything, Barz,” you whispered softly, as if you had read his mind.

“I know,” Mat mumbled, his grip on you loosened and he pulled back. His hands still rested on your waist so you let your hands fall from his neck but kept them pressed against his chest. You tried your best not to look at him with so much pain in your eyes but you couldn’t help but feel worried for him. You’d never seen him so...distressed. And it felt so out of the blue. It was completely out of character for him.

There was one other time in your life you could remember him panicking like this. It was the night before he was supposed to leave for the draft. He had shown up at your door, luckily you were the one who had answered. It was late in the evening and your parents were watching TV and you were actually on your way out the door to meet friends, Mat supposedly being amongst them.

“Oh-” you jumped in surprise when Mat was standing on the other side of your front door, hand raised like he might be about to knock.

“Hey,” Mat breathed, an uneasy smile on his face.

“What are you doing here? I thought we were meeting at Bryce’s house?” You said, pulling the door shut behind you.

“Yeah-” Mat glanced around anxiously, hands in his hair, “I just-”

“You wanna go for a drive?” You interrupted, reading him like a book. Mat sighed a breath of relief, nodding and slinging his arm around your shoulders, guiding you out to his truck.

That night you and Mat ended up driving up and down the back roads for almost three hours, him venting about how nervous he was for the draft. How nervous he was for the rest of his career. He had all the same fears and worries about going into the NHL as you did about going into college. There was always the question of whether or not things would work out. If you would live up to expectations set for you. Mat was human like everyone else, something the media tended to forget.

Something about today, though, was different. You knew it wasn’t contract related. Sure his RFA status was on his mind but it was all a part of the job. You just wanted to know what was going on with your best friend.

Mat took a deep breath, bringing your attention back to the present tense.

“Please don’t hate me,” Mat said quietly, that same uneasy smile on his face. You felt like you were standing on your porch, 17 again.

“Mat,” you laughed softly, “I don’t think I could ever hate you.”

Mat smiled again, a little more genuine this time but it didn’t reach his eyes.

“I think I’m in love with you,” he said. His voice was so quiet you weren’t even sure if you heard him. Certainly didn’t think you heard him right.

“What?”

Your mouth felt dry and the air had been swept from your lungs. All the noise from the wedding became warped as you focused on Mat’s face. He lifted his head, eyes locking with yours.

“I think I’m in love with you,” he repeated, “And I know it’s cliche to fall in love with your best friend but I feel like I’m not me when I’m not around you. And when I think about my future, whether it’s tomorrow or next month, or six years from now, you’re the one person that I see in everything.”

Mat was rambling but you weren’t saying anything and he couldn’t handle the silence. He’d opened the floodgate and he couldn’t turn off the faucet.

“And whenever we’re at these weddings, or even just anything together, I can’t help but think about how easy and natural it feels to be with you. I don’t care that people think we’re together because I want us to be together and I know that you may not feel the same way but I can’t help but think that you do. You can’t say that things aren’t different between you and me, compared to your friendship with Tyson, or-or Tito, or any other one of our friends. And I’m freaking out right now because-”

Mat paused, he hadn’t been planning on confessing that he’d heard your sleepy confession, but he had to tell you that he knew.

“Because two weeks ago when we were at Jasmine’s wedding and we got in that stupid fight because I was being an idiot, and I brought you back to bed after you fell asleep on the couch, I heard you. I heard what you said, Y/N. So please, don’t tell me you don’t feel the same way because I know you do. I know you do.”

Your jaw was practically on the floor. Not only at his confession but at the memory that came flooding back to you.

You had felt Mat settle you back into bed, climbing in beside you. Even though you had been mad at him earlier you couldn’t stay upset with him. And you felt so much comfort in him. So, you let him pull you into his chest. As his breathing evened out you let those three little words slip out.

“I love you.”

When you felt his heart skip a beat you knew he had heard you. But then he never said anything more about it so you kicked everything under the rug, pushed your feelings down and held your chin high.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” You asked. Mat dropped his head to the side, biting the inside of his cheek, fingers carding through his hair before finding your waist again.

“I didn’t want it to be just a hazy, half drunk confession,” he said, “I didn’t know if you meant it. Or if you even remembered saying it.”

You looked down at his hands, pulling them from your waist so you could lace your fingers with his.

“I did mean it,” you whispered, “I meant it then, I meant it when I said it on your 18th birthday and you were passed out on the couch after having too many beers, I meant it when I said it after I dropped you off at the airport before you went to New York, I meant it when I said it every time we got off the phone, I meant it every time I said it when we were drunk at the bars.”

Mat was trying to contain his smile as you listed all of the times you had confessed your feelings for him.

“I’ve said it so many times but I could never bring myself to say it to your face. I could barely look at myself in the mirror and say it and I couldn’t even admit it to my friends. And when you wanted me to be your security I thought that was it. I thought that I was just a backup plan for you and it hurt. And it hurt when I saw you with that bridesmaid,” you said, “But nothing hurts more than not having you around.”

“So-” Mat trailed off, lifting your chin to look at him. He needed to know if you were saying what he thought you were saying.

“So,” you rolled your eyes playfully, “I’m in love with you too Mat Barzal. And you’re a fool if you think otherwise.”

Mat couldn’t hold back his laugh as he leaned in to kiss you. Your hands found the back of his neck again, his hands gripping your waist. Your bodies melted into each other, lips moving in perfect sync as his tongue chased yours. Nothing else mattered in that moment. Not the wedding. Not his stress of his contract. Not where you were going to end up in the next few months. None of it. All that mattered was that Mat was as in love with you as you were with him.

“We should probably get back to the wedding,” Mat murmured against your lips. You groaned softly,

“I don’t even like this cousin that much though.”

Mat chuckled, pulling away,

“Come on drama queen.”

You pouted up at him and he dipped his head to kiss you one last time.

The two of you managed to make it back just as the bride was about to walk down the aisle. At the risk of interrupting the wedding by going back to your seats, you stayed back behind the rows of chairs, standing against the wall of the building in the shade. Mat had his arms linked over your shoulders as you pressed your back into his chest. There had been so many times where you had stood just like that, seemingly innocent. It felt different now. With both of your confessions left hanging in the air you wondered where you might go from here. It should be simple enough. You love him, he loves you.

Usually that’s all it takes for two people to be together. But nothing could ever be easy with the two of you, and now was no different.

Come Monday, it felt like everything was coming crashing down around you.

Mat had to go up north for a training camp with a few of the guys. He was only supposed to be gone for a few days and before he left he promised that the two of you would talk when he got back. The wedding hadn’t left the two of you with much privacy to talk about how the confessions were going to change the course of your friendship. And Sunday he had been packing all day and everything felt too chaotic. You had sworn you didn’t mind waiting. You had been waiting years for this moment so what was a few more days?

Apparently, a few more days meant everything.

You were sitting in the kitchen, working on your morning coffee while you checked your email. There were a few applications you were waiting to hear back on and every time you opened your inbox your stomach became a pit of anxiety. You crossed your fingers, hoping something would stick so you could feel some sense of relief.

A true testament of “be careful what you wish for” because as you were crossing your fingers and toes a new email appeared at the top of the list.

Application Status: Accept-

“Oh my god,” you gasped, hands shaking as you opened the rest of the email.

Y/N Y/L/N

After we reviewed your application and took into account the results of your interview with our hiring staff, we are pleased to inform you that we are extending this offer of employment to you for the position of Assistant Brand Director at our headquarters in Nashville, TN. Please respond to this email with your acceptance within 72 hours. HR will reach out to you within a few days of your acceptance with hiring information and important paperwork.

Congratulations,

We look forward to hearing from you!

Your jaw nearly hit the floor. This was the opportunity of a lifetime and you had gotten it. It was as close to your dream job as you could get out of college and you could not believe that you had been chosen for the position. Immediately your mind began to spin with the logistics of needing to find an apartment and how you were going to move all of your stuff from Coquitlam to Nashville and figuring out what you needed for your visa and...Mat.

You were moving to Nashville and Mat had just told you he loved you.

The next two days you spent pacing in front of your computer screen. You hadn’t told anyone anything and it was eating you up inside. You and Mat didn’t want to tell anyone until you had the chance to talk about your relationship status together in full, so you couldn’t very well tell your parents that you had gotten the job opportunity of your dreams without then having to explain why you were having such a hard time deciding whether or not to accept it.

You would have called Mat to break the news, just so you could rip the bandaid off and he could have a few days away to stew with it, but he didn’t have any service up at the training camp.

It didn’t mean that you hadn’t tried calling him multiple times a day. Each time the phone rang twice before beeping loudly, indicating no signal.

So, not only were you making one of the toughest decisions of your life so far, you were having to do it completely alone. And by the time Mat came back from up north it would be a done deal, regardless of which way you went. Either he would harbor guilt for being the reason behind you declining the job offer, or he would be dreading the day that you had to leave.

Unfortunately, no matter how much you begged, the clock didn’t stop ticking. You could wait until the last minute but that wouldn’t do you any good. Truthfully you had made your decision as soon as you saw the email but gathering the courage to send the official response was taking more time.

You had worked hard over the last four years, working part time jobs that you hated to help yourself get through the program in New York. Each unpaid internship that consumed your life had led you to this moment and you had to do it for your fifteen year old self who wondered whether or not you would make something of yourself. If Mat was half the man you thought he was he would learn how to take the news of you moving across the country to a city other than New York.

As you paced across your room once again, nearly wearing down the carpet to the floorboards underneath at this point, you caught a glimpse of the photos around your mirror. They’d been there since you were in high school and even after you left for college you never bothered to take them down. Most were sun faded from the light that came in your window every morning but you could still make out each picture. As if your life was a cliche rom-com, the light was catching on one particular photo. It wasn’t as faded as the rest, having been added to the collection only two summers previous by Mat himself.

In the photo you and Mat were both drunk, as was Tito who had taken the photo, hence the blurry outcome and his stupidly wide grin. Mat had his forefinger pressed against your lips, a half pout on your own lips. Neither of you noticed the camera and you were looking up at him with sparkling eyes. Maybe it was the alcohol, but you knew that that was one of those moments, all those years ago, that you had thought to yourself how much you loved your best friend. Beyond what you had been sure he felt for you. The background was New York City and it had been one of your last nights out there before you headed home to Coquitlam for the summer.

“And one more toast,” Mat said, his words slightly slurred as he grinned down at you, lifting his drink to cheers against yours. Half the contents spilled out, hitting the concrete beneath his feet but neither of you noticed, too busy staring at each other. His eyes were glossed over and you were sure yours were too but it didn’t matter, you and everyone you came with was well drunk at that point. The guys had wanted to have one more night out before everyone parted ways for the off season and Mat had insisted that you come along to celebrate the end of your finals for the next three months.

“To you,” Mat continued, cheeks flushed from the alcohol, among other things, “And to your kick ass internship you have waiting for you in Vancouver.”

You giggled, gripping his arm for support,

“Than-”

“I’m not done,” Mat pouted, pressing his finger against your lips. At that moment, Tito appeared beside the two of you, snapping the photo. The flash barely phased either one of you, too caught up in each other to pay Tito much mind, leaving him to laugh to himself.

“They’re lucky to have you, and you’re gonna do really really really really-”

“Mat!” You laughed, curling your fingers around his hand, protesting his dramatics.

“Still not done!” He said, using what leverage he had to pull you into his chest before continuing,

“Really really really amazing things with your life. And I’m so happy I get to be your biggest cheerleader.”

Mat’s gaze flickered towards your lips, wetting his own subconsciously. Tito chose that moment to intervene, much to your dismay, but he knew that if the two of you were going to confess your undying love you would rather it be sober and not seven drinks deep with a hundred strangers around.

All you remembered next was Tito throwing his arms around the two of you, saying something about heading back to Anders’ place for an afterparty.

A few weeks later you were laying on your bed when Mat came bounding up the stairs, having let himself in like he owned the place.

“We have a doorbell,” you rolled your eyes, kicking against his stomach when his fingers tickled the underside of your foot.

“And run the risk of you not letting me in?” Mat teased, “No thank you.”

He waved a piece of paper between his fingers, a smile on his face as he dug through your desk for tape.

“You come in my house unannounced and go through my desk without asking, you, Mathew Barzal, have gotten too comfortable,” you groaned, sitting up. He said nothing, only laughing while fashioning the photo to your mirror.

“Ta da!” He smiled, stepping away so that you could see. You wanted to continue being annoyed at him for crashing your “me-time” but the smile on his face made it so hard to turn him away.

“Can’t be annoyed at me now, huh,” he laughed, making himself comfortable on the bed beside you.

You huffed, shoving his chest and watching as he fell back against the pillows.

“Give me five minutes.”

Taking a shaky breath you sat down and pulled your laptop into your lap. It felt like jumping out of an airplane. You could see all the amazing sights below you, as far as the eye could see, but you had no idea what to expect of your landing. All you could hope for was that Mat would be the wind beneath your parachute, or if nothing else, be there to catch you when you landed.

Hello,

Thank you for believing in me and my vision for this brand. I will gladly accept the position as Assistant Brand Director at your headquarters in Nashville. I look forward to joining your team and getting to know everyone. New and exciting things to come!

Thank you

Y/N Y/L/N

As soon as you pressed send you shut your laptop, not wanting to think about the inevitable until you absolutely had to. All you wanted to think about was having Mat back with you, even though it meant you had to break the news and manage whatever came of that.

You were sitting on the front porch when Mat pulled into the driveway. The sun had begun to set, leaving everything around you dripping in gold as he climbed out of the truck. Despite the weight in your chest, you smiled widely when he called out to you.

“Hey baby!” He pushed his hair off of his face, meeting you halfway so that he could sweep you into a hug. His skin was warm from having undoubtedly been out in the sun for the last week straight.

“Hi,” you breathed, face buried in his neck. Mat felt like home and the ache in your chest only grew. Once he had you on your feet again he caught your chin between his forefinger and thumb, bringing your lips together. If felt like it had been a lifetime since you had kissed him, ironically so considering you had gone all those years without having ever tasted him. Now that you had it made you crave it that much more. For a moment the world, and all your troubles, faded away. Your mind felt clear and all you were focused on was his lips on yours. You wanted this right here to last forever.

Alas, Mat pulled away, brushing his nose against yours as he smiled down at you. He’d missed you. That much you could tell.

“Is anyone home?” Mat asked, glancing between you and the door. He noticed that you made no moves to pull him inside. You shook your head,

“No.”

It was hard to ignore the pounding in your chest, you just hoped he couldn’t hear it or feel it.

“Do you want to watch a movie or go for a drive?” Mat asked, his eyes scanning your face. Something was up. He could sense it in the way you were averting your eyes from his.

“Actually,” you said quietly, “I have to tell you something.”

Mat raised his eyebrows, brain kicking into overdrive as he thought about what might have transpired in the few days he was gone.

“What’s up?” His tone was laced with concern and you gently squeezed his hands, leading him back towards the house. This was not a conversation you needed to have with your neighbors in the audience.

Once the door was shut behind you, Mat kicked off his shoes, letting you take a moment to gather yourself. The house felt eerily quiet and Mat began to feel that sinking feeling in his stomach. Had you changed your mind? Were you ending things before they had even really begun? Did you regret it? If you regretted it why did you greet him the way you did?

Mat couldn’t stop his thoughts from spiraling so he was grateful when you cleared your throat.

“Um,” you paused, fingers finding the ends of your hair to twirl around. Mat closed the gap between the two of you, pulling your hands away from your hair and taking them in his own.

“I accepted a job offer,” you said. That was not what he had been expecting.

Mat’s features twisted from initial excitement, confusion, and concern all within a matter of seconds.

“Is that a bad-”

“It’s in Nashville,” you said, finally forcing yourself to look him in the eyes. Mat physically recoiled, whether he meant to or not.

“Nashville?” He repeated. You nodded.

“But you’re not going to take it are you? I mean-” he trailed off, waving his hands aimlessly, grasping for words. He knew you’d been looking for work but he’d just assumed you’d been looking in New York. That’s where you had gone to school and where you’d always said you envisioned yourself living and working, and that’s where he was. At least, where he was planning on being.

“You can’t-you can’t move to Nashville. I mean that’s-that’s, I don’t know exactly how far but it’s a far ways away from New York.”

“I have to take it,” you said, staring at Mat with wide eyes. Was he being serious?

“But it’s in Nashville…” Mat reiterated, as if you didn’t already realize that.

“Yes, but Mat I can’t base my job on where you might be playing next season,” you explained, tangling your fingers in your hair,

“You don’t have a contract in New York yet and god knows where you might end up if they can’t match other offers.”

“So?” Mat’s tone was higher than usual and you could tell he was panicking. You had expected to be met with some resistance but not quite like this. The conversation had taken a turn faster than anticipated. While Mat was notoriously stubborn, he celebrated his friends and the people close to him. What you were feeling at the moment was anything but that. He kept glancing between you and the couch and the cardboard boxes in the hallway he hadn’t noticed before, trying to conjure up the words,

“I’ve told you before you don’t need to work. I can provide for both of us.”

You couldn’t help but let out a dry laugh, feeling offended at his offer,

“I did not go to college and bust my ass off for four years to get a degree to end up becoming a trophy wife! And I’m not even your girlfriend! I’m just a friend that you fell in love with! You’ll find another one of me when I’m gone!”

Mat groaned, dropping his head back and staring up at the ceiling,

“You’re not just a friend. How could you think you’re just a friend?”

“Well then what are we doing Mat? What have we been doing all this time? Until a week ago I didn’t even know I mattered that much to you.”

“You didn’t know you mattered to me?” Mat stared at you incredulously.

That may have been a bit of a stretch. Mat had never failed to make you feel important and he made an effort to find time for you regardless of his hectic schedule. And there were certainly moments where you caught glimpses of what life as Mat’s partner might look like.

“Not like that,” you said softly. Mat didn’t say anything, he knew you were right about that. He’d kept his feelings to himself but in his defense so had you.

“I can’t let go of this opportunity, Mat,” you continued, pleading for him to look at you. He met your gaze.

“And you can’t ask me to. I would never ask you to put your life aside for me so please don’t ask me to do it for you.”

“You said you were always going to be here for me!” Mat said, voice cracking and strained as he looked up at you. The sight was enough to make your heart break.

“I am,” you cried, tears filling your eyes, “I will always be here for you. Even in Nashville.”

“And how do you plan on doing that?” Mat asked, sounding defeated. You grasped for words, avoiding his eyes as you glanced around the living room,

“I-I don’t-We’ll figure it out, Mat.”

“Figure it out?” Mat looked at you incredulously, “Do we have time to figure it out?”

You fell quiet, the impending date of your departure looming. Mat’s tone dropped,

“You already told them yes?”

“They gave me three days Mat,” you said, tone pleading. He nodded, looking away from you. As mad as he was at you, the way the sunlight that was coming in through the window was hitting your skin he swore he’d never seen you look so beautiful. And that was making this hurt all that much more.

“When do you leave?”

“Ten days,” you said, your voice weak. Mat’s eyes widened,

“You’re leaving in ten days and you didn’t even bother to tell me?”

“I had three days to make a decision,” you defended, “And you were gone. I had to make a choice.”

“That doesn’t mean you couldn’t have at least told me,” Mat protested, “I would have been happy for you.”

“What, are you not happy for me now?” You took a step back, feeling your mood take a turn.

“Of course I’m happy for you and I’m proud of you,” Mat sighed, fingers running through his hair, “But put yourself in my shoes. This came out of left field, I didn’t even know Nashville was an option.”

“Well I never knew Seattle was an option for you! Or New York! Or wherever the fuck you might end up next season! But I deal with it because I love you Mat. And I’m starting to think that you don’t love me enough back.”

You knew that he loved you but now that you were standing in the eye of the storm you wondered if you were blinded by the idea of the two of you ending up together. It would be a fairytale ending, one for the ages. But was love alone enough to get the two of you through this? Mat was charming with everyone and looked at everyone like he was a little bit in love with them.

Had it been foolish to think that he looked at you as if you hung the moon, even if you saw him as the man who painted the stars?

“Shouldn’t Mat be helping you with this?” Jasmine huffed, pulling another armful of clothes from your closet. It was your last week at home before you had to be on a plane, heading across the border to Nashville, TN to start your new position.

“He has training,” you lied. The truth was you hadn’t seen Mat, or even heard from him, since the day that you broke the news of you leaving.

“You think I don’t love you?” Mat said, his voice breaking.

“You’re supposed to support the people that you love, Mat,” you said.

“I do support you, I do,” Mat said, “But fuck if I’m not going to miss you like hell when you’re not right beside me.”

You had tears burning your eyes as he tugged at his hair, staring up at the ceiling.

“I’m just in shock,” Mat continued, “I guess I just assumed that you were looking in New York exclusively and that was foolish of me to think. And you’re right I can’t ask you to cater your life to me. I just didn’t know. I never imagined I’d lose you.”

“You’re not losing me, Mat,” you said, stepping closer to him, hands coming to rest on his chest. He dropped his chin, eyes trained on your hands as you curled your fingers around the material of his t-shirt.

“I do love you, you know,” Mat said, “And I will keep loving you even when you move to Nashville. You’re my best friend, you’re everything to me-”

“Barzy,” you whispered, shutting your eyes to stop the tears.

“But I can’t hold you back,” he continued, “There is so much out there waiting for you and maybe you don’t need me anymore. Maybe being in love isn’t enough to keep us together when there’s going to be a thousand miles between us.”

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The Decay of the Blossom 🥀 - 10

Story: BTS x Reader x GOT7

Category: Drama, Friendship, Love

Summary: Y/N’s life starts to change as her mother gets herself a new man after her father’s passing. A new school, a new life. Everything sounds too good to be true. Apparently, destiny has its own rules and that is something she will learn when destiny gives her some signs along her way.

Chapter 10

“Somebody home?”, Y/N asks as she looks for her parents. Out of breath and in a bad mood, she throws her backpack to the ground.

“Living room.”, her father answers. The closer she walks towards them the more she wonders if Jaebum had lied to her. “Are you okay? Maybe you should eat something before you want to tell us why you look so upset.”

“Is it true that you two are going on vacation and I will have to stay at a friend’s house?” Her parents look at each other for a few seconds confused. She definitely asked them out of the blue. Her mother’s face expression shows that she seems to be sorry, but it takes another few seconds before her mother even says anything.

“Honey, I thought you talked about it with her on the weekend...”, her mother says quietly as she looks at her father. As he shakes his head as sigh leaves her lips as she looks to the ground for a second. “I am sorry, sweetheart.”, she apologizes as she turns back to her daughter. “There must have been a miscommunication.”

“No one said anything to me until I heard it from Jaebum! Do you have any ideas how that makes me feel? I seriously thought he was joking with me! I am the only one who knew nothing.”

“Sweetheart, I talked with his aunt about our plans and she suggested to ask her sister. She called her right away and she said that it is okay for her if Jaebum is okay with it. You will stay in their guest room, so don’t worry.”

“Of course. Why do you have to discuss our life all the time with his aunt?”

“Y/N, believe it or not. I am not only a mother. I am a person too! Are we not allowed to go on vacation just because we are parents?”

“You are unbelievable! For how long did you plan to go on vacation?”

“Maybe three weeks. But we did not know until last week if we should cancel or if we should ask one of your friend’s parents. We knew that you would not want to come with us since it also includes your father’s business.”

“I cannot believe it.”, Y/N says whilst she is shaking her head before she heads into the kitchen. As soon as she sees the dinner on the kitchen counter, she takes a plate and fills it up with the food her mother had cooked. Y/N places the plate in the microwave and turns the switch to two minutes. The eyes of her mother follow her as she takes the food out of the microwave and as she takes a seat at the dinner table. Her fork moves quickly from the plate to her mouth repeatedly. After watching her daughter for a few seconds, she sits down next to her. “This food tastes really good. I am still mad though!”

“Maybe I should have asked your father, if he talked with you about it. I just expected that he did either before or after he became emotional about what he told you about.” Her daughter is obviously more focused on the food in front of her as on the words her mother says. Y/N’s hand keeps on moving as she would have not eaten within days. “Slow down or it will get stuck in your throat.” Y/N usually eats only like this when she is mad and hungry at the same time. In those moments she stuffs food quickly into her instead of yelling out her anger. “Are you not alright with it?”

“I would have preferred to stay home alone or to stay with another friend. Then I could come here whenever I need something since he lives closer to our home. Besides, why am I not allowed to stay at home alone? I have proven so many times that I am more mature than other kids my age.”

“I know you are old enough, but... Your father is afraid. What if someone is breaking in and you are on your own? You would not know how to defend yourself.”

“Which could also happen when I leave alone when I am thirty something old.”, she says as she rolls her eyes. Her mother sighs before she looks at her daughter pitiful. “It’s not that I would not look forward to it, I just wished I knew it before a friend breaks this news to me.” Y/N’s mother takes the plate from her when she finished her meal and puts it into the dishwasher. “Maybe I wanted another portion?”

“Then you would not be able to eat the Tiramisu which is waiting for you in the fridge…”, she says as she opens the fridge to take the dessert out. Her mother takes the dessert and shows her how good it looks like. “Still some place left in your tummy?”

“For dessert? Always.” The Tiramisu is placed in front of her on the table. It looks so damn good that it waters her mouth just by the thought of how good it would taste.

“I know it does not make you forgive us right away-” The words get interrupted as Y/N looks up.

“You are right. Maybe tomorrow.” Another spoon with Tiramisu ends up in her mouth. “This is really good. Damn good.”, Y/N comments with a full mouth of Tiramisu. The grin on her mother’s face grows as she watches her eat it all up. The laugh makes Y/N look up as she swallows the last spoon of Tiramisu down in one go. “Let me guess. The Tiramisu I have just eaten is from Jaebum’s aunt?”, Y/N asks as she leans back. Her stomach feels so full that she wonders if she has eaten more than she realized.

“Yep.”, her mother laughs as she watches her daughter placing down the spoon. “Bought us all a portion when I walked past her shop.” Y/N places her palm on the table to push herself up from the chair.

“I’ll take a shower and go straight to bed. I feel exhausted.”

“What about homework?”

“I’ll get up extra early for it.”, she assures as she leaves the room. As she goes to her room, she picks up her backpack which still lies near her shoes untouched. Once in her room she checks her phone. No message, no missed phone call. With a huge sigh she lies down on her bed whilst she thinks what she would even pack to wear as long as she is at Jaebum’s place. Still angry that they will not let her stay alone in the apartment, she gets up and starts to pack a few necessary things.

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The school on Friday was over quickly, almost too quickly. That her parents did not say anything to her until she brought it up herself is still boiling inside of her which is very clear to read from her face. Y/N’s friends only talked about the upcoming party and about the upcoming week. As the school will be closed for a week, her friends already made some plans. That no friend is out of town over the next week, makes her happy as it would mean that there will always be someone around to hang out with. The more they talked about the party, the more she started to daydream in boredom. Apparently, she missed the moment when her friend turned to her directly. “Y/N? Hey! We are talking with you!”, Jimin says annoyed as he waves his hand in front of her face as he leans down to her a little. “Are you still there? Hello?”

“Uh huh, yeah.”, she looks up into his eyes as she wonders which part she must have overheard. She hits the hand in front of her face away lightly.

“How can you do so good in school but not listen to your friends whilst they are talking to you? You are such a riddle.”, he comments as he stands up straight again. Namjoon clears his throat as he steps closer to her.

“We just asked you, if you want to come to the party or not. Do you?”, Namjoon asks so slowly that it sounds like he is pretending to talk as slow as a sloth climbs. She starts to tug on her sleeves again as she looks at her friends. “I don’t want to pressure you, but you still did not answer...”

“I kind of want to but I have never been to a party before. Do I have to bring something?”

“Jackson does not expect us to bring something. Just bring yourself and it will be fine.”

“I told you, we will go there together.”, Jaebum assures. “I will not leave the party without you and you won’t leave without me.”

“Wait, does that mean I have a bodyguard on the party?”

“Isn’t it enough that your boyfriend will be with you at the party?” Y/N’s face starts to red up. Hearing ‘your boyfriend’ being directed at her still feels weird but the good kind of weird. No matter how weird it feels to her, she cannot hide the smile which starts to grow on her face.

“So? Can a girl who’s in a relationship not have a bodyguard?”

“What I am saying is, Jinyoung will watch over you probably all night especially when he had his few drinks.”

“With drinks you mean alcohol?”, she asks. The laughter of the others become so loud that she wonders if she said something funny by accident or if they just try to mess with her. “What’s so funny?”

“Oh my gosh. You are!”, BamBam explains. “Did you never drink alcohol before?” When she turns her head towards BamBam, she sees Jinyoung, Tae, Mark and Youngjae walking towards them.

“No, but we should not be drinking-”

“Guys! Did you hear that? Our innocent friend will finally have her first alcoholic drink. I cannot wait to find out what kind of drunk you are.” Jungkook and Yugyeom look at each other as they try to bite back their laughs as Jin hits the back of BamBam’s head.

“You ‘97 boys are the worst! Do you have to be this rude to a girl? By the way, I hope you don’t go overboard again.”, Jin complains.

“The last time, I had a bit too much. That might be true. Okay, I will not deny that it happened.”

“What about the time before that? The last party was nothing comparing to the one I am talking about.”

“There was no time before that.” Whilst BamBam answers, Jin crosses his arms in front of his chest as he would wait for him to confess. Jin lowers his head as his eyes stay clued on BamBam’s face. Mark joins Jin with his body movements whilst the others wait for what might come next.

“Boys, am I the only one who remembers him standing on the table dancing and screaming out he is a king? What was his name again... Oh yeah, King Double B.” The embarrassment on BamBam’s face shows that he knows about which party Jin is talking about. The video of him made its round through the school. Some posted mean comments and some just saw it as a funny video. However, it never crossed BamBam’s mind that he would become known in the school as the party boy who cannot get enough of.

“Okay, I guess I know... That time... I mean that one drink was...” As BamBam realizes, that no matter what he would say, it would not be helpful enough. “Who cares right? We all had fun.” Everyone nods whilst Jungkook sends the video to Y/N. She immediately opens the video and watches it on mute. “What’s so funny? Let’s see how fast you will get drunk, Ms. I don’t drink.”, BamBam says as he watches her looking at her phone. She saves the video quickly and closes the messenger app.

“Funny is what you have done. Slut drops? Twerking? What in the hell is alcohol doing to you Mr. Double B.”, Y/N says as she bites her lips to not let a laugh escape her lips.

“Who send her the video? Better tell me before I find out.” Youngjae laughed a little too hard which brought the attention to him. “You did it!”, BamBam blames as he points at Youngjae. “Got ya!”

“It was not me. You got the wrong one here.”, Youngjae says as defense. “But I could imagine who would love to share the video.” BamBam looks at everyone who is standing there with them as his eyes land on Mark.

“Don’t you even dare to accuse me of doing that! You should know me better by now.”

“True...” BamBam waits a few more seconds but no one is confessing to have sent her the video. “Show me your phone.”, he says as he takes the phone from her. “Since when do you have a new passcode?”

“What do you mean with new?” BamBam tries to put some numbers into her phone but he fails. “Did you know my old passcode?”

“Maybe. But only to send me the notes that you had on your phone.”

“What the heck is wrong with you?”

“Too much is wrong with him. Simply too much.”, Jinyoung says as he shakes his head.

“I will go home with you. I’ll help you with the suitcases.”, Jaebum offers as she takes her phone back. She checks the time on the phone whilst she notices that BamBam is still waiting for her to unlock her phone.

“Damn. We have to hurry otherwise they might leave without me having my suitcases.”, she lies loudly. Jaebum nods as both take off to pick up the suitcases. As Jinyoung starts to walk behind both of them, Jaebum holds his hand up to stop Jinyoung from following. Jinyoung stops as Jaebum’s hand is on his chest. Surprised he looks at him.

“Where do you think you are going?”

“I am coming with you.”

“No, no. You stay here and take the bus.”

“You know that she is my girlfriend and not yours?”

“That is why I am going and that is also the reason why you stay here.”

“What did you just try to say?”

“This look on your face. Yep, that one you are having when you only look pass her and not even direct at her. If they see it, they will know. Especially when you would look at her like you do lately, let me tell you, they will know.”

“I am an actor. I can hide it well if I want to.”

“Okay. Try it then.” Jinyoung takes a deep breath and starts to act. He changes his face expression but for Jaebum it was not good enough. “Nope. Did not work. I see you at the party!”, Jaebum says as he turns over to take her by the wrist to keep on walking but her body does not move.

“Wait. Am I not even allowed to kiss my girl goodbye?”

“No. I don’t want to see that.”

“Can’t you just look away?”

“Then I would hear it and that is even worse. Let’s go!”, Jaebum says as he drags her along. As she keeps walking ahead, she blows him a kiss and waves him goodbye. “You two are just, argh.”

“If you would have a girlfriend it would be different for you too.”, she comments.

“Says who?”

“I do. We also could go on double dates if you had one and whoever she is, could make you see the world even brighter as it already is.” Jaebum shakes his head as he keeps walking.

“You are watching for sure to many tv shows.”

“I actually do not watch this kind of stuff.”

“Uh huh. That is why you say those kind of things…”

“Hey, I read a lot!”

“So do dozens of other people but none of them are saying any of those dreamer stuff.”

“Don’t say you don’t believe in love.”

“Listen, I am happy for both of you. But what if this thing you are having is not there anymore? What happens between us all…?”

“I know it messes up a lot of things if that should happen... I think Jinyoung and I are mature enough to not let it ruin our friendship with you guys.”

“Why does it sound like as you two are our parents who will get a divorce?”

“Does it?”, she questions as she starts to smile as her eyes look into the distance.

“Don’t tell me I gave you some ideas!”

“Ideas for what?”, she asks as she stops walking. Jaebum moves his hand to show her to keep walking. “What kind of idea? Answer me.” Jaebum sighs deeply.

“Nothing, okay? I meant nothing. I thought you wanted to get your suitcases?”

“I just said that to not tell BamBam who sent me the video.”

“It was definitely a brat. Who else would do it?”

“Ha, yeah. Yeah, he can be one.”, she smiles as she starts to walk.

“You seriously not going to tell me?”

“I would have, if you would have asked for the name.”

“Okay, what’s the brat’s name?”

“Too late.”

“Huh?”

“You had the chance as I stood there. But let me tell you one thing, he will tell you anything anyway.”

“Jungkook?”, Jaebum laughs as he looks down. “You know BamBam will make him drink until he throws up as a punishment, right?”

“Jungkook can say no.”

“No one told you? BamBam waits until someone is a little too drunk and then he stars to play any kind of game which no one heard before. Funny trick, he never loses any of the games.”

“He will trick him into drinking?”

“He will try it on you for sure.”

“But he can’t.”

“Huh?”

“I have my bodyguard and my boyfriend at the party which means at least one of you will watch over me?”

“I am there to party too. That what you just said is his job. My job is only to bring you to the party and back.”

“Whatever you want to think…” Jaebum shakes his head and stays quiet until they reach the front door of her home. When Y/N unlocks the door, she sees a note on the counter.

Hello Y/N! We drove a bit earlier than planned because of the traffic. Please behave and be as good as you always are. I asked his mother to give us a call if there is an emergency. Take care! Miss you already. Mom

“Great.”, she says out loud as she drops her bag to the ground. Jaebum looks a bit confused as he wonders what she means. “I’m going to get my stuff. Feel at home.”

“I thought you will only get your suitcases?”

“Yeah, I did not pick everything out yet and if you do not want to tell Jinyoung what I wear underneath, you better stay here.”

“Why did you have to say that? Could you not just say that I should stay out of your room?”

“Well, maybe you would have walked in when I-”

“Don’t you dare to continue!” Y/N starts to laugh as she leaves him alone in the living room. After almost an hour, she comes into the kitchen to find him sitting on the kitchen counter with a bag of chips in his hand.

“Are you that hungry?”, she wonders when she sees empty snack packages and an empty orange juice bottle. “You could have said something, you know? Maybe I would have found something in the fridge.”

“I could, but I did not want walk in on you packing... Nothing I would have not seen before anyway...”, Jaebum says. Y/N smirks as Jaebum drifts off with his mind.

“Did you just say you saw me-”

“No. Oh god, no! Never. I swear! If I’d ever I-”

“It’s fine. I was just joking.”, she assures. “Uhm, Jaebum. When was the last time that you had a girlfriend?” He looks at her like a cat which saw the thunder.

“I thought you don’t care about your friends love life?”, he stutters.

“Maybe I am curious.”, she answers as she takes a chip from the bag in his hand. “Your mother must be waiting for us, we should hurry.” She tries to change the topic as she sees that he does not want to talk about it.

“She called already. When I told her that you still need to pack, she understood that we won’t be at our house in ten minutes.”

“Uh, good.”

“You will meet her tomorrow, probably. She is about to go to work soon.”

“As long as she is alright with us staying alone at your place.”

“Yeah, yeah... Why do you care so much about me having a girlfriend though?” Y/N clears her throat as she takes one breath. Her eyes move from the ground to him.

“I was a little selfish, sorry. It’s just, I always hang out with you guys and I really would like to talk some girl stuff with someone and I thought if you had a girlfriend, I would have a female friend... I am sorry.”

“That is the reason why? Listen, I might not like to see you do your thing in front of me but if you want to talk about whatever is on your heart, you can talk with us. Believe me, clothes? Talk with BamBam or Tae. Music? Multiple choices. Dance? Do I have to name them?”

“What about if I need advice regarding dating?”, she mumbles as she looks to the ground. “Who could I even talk to about that?”

“Hello? We are boys. Do you really think a female friend can tell you why a guy behaves the way he does? If you need to know anything about dating a boy, you have thirteen possibilities plus me.” Y/N nods as she understands. “Just do not tell us too many information about whatever goes on beyond kissing. I do not need nightmares.”

“What do you think we are doing?”

“You don’t want to know what we spoke about.”

“What? I think I need some kind of information about your conversations...”

“Jinyoung was no part of it, if you wonder. But ask Jungkook or wait until Youngjae is drunk enough.”

“His an honest drunk?”

“Yeah. Need to know the truth about something which involves Youngjae, make him drunk.”

“What kind of drunk are you?”

“A serious drunk.”

“That exists?”

“Yeah. You better watch out that your boyfriend does not get too much to drink though.”

“Why? Does he behave like BamBam in the video?” Jaebum shakes his head as he throws away the empty orange juice bottle.

“No, he becomes very flirtatious and touchy.”

“Jinyoung? No way.”

“You will see. Let’s go, I guess you have more than one suitcase.” Y/N laughs loudly as Jaebum finishes his sentence.

“You are right. I have three.” Jaebum tilts his head a little.

“You are only staying for a week!”, he notes as he starts to move his hands as he talks.

“Yeah, I need some stuff. Somewhere I needed to fit my computer into as well as my headphones and I also needed my makeup and styling products-”

“Got it.”, he intervenes. “If I ever ask that question again, just stop me.”

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“Your home is looks very nice!”, Y/N says as she looks around. It looks like the furniture were picked by a woman for sure. It is kind of modern but it still has a touch of landscape to it.

“Thanks.”, Jaebum answers with a smile as he brings the suitcase to their guest room. “So, that would be your room.” He stops in front of the open door.

“A reason you don’t walk in?”

“No, let’s just leave the suitcases here for now.” He walks to towards the other rooms to show where which room is. “And that one would be mine. It’s not like you are unwelcomed in there but just don’t rip the door open and say ‘Here I am’.”

“Why should I do it?”

“Well, so far you don’t behave like the other ‘97 brats. I hope it stays that way.”

“Wait, who did that before?”

“Yugyeom. I wanted to kill him that night.”

“Everyone else slept at each other houses?”

“Yeah. After parties... After fights or just because they felt like it.” Y/N nods as she notices that this room does not look like a typical athlete room. It’s a simple room with barely posters on the wall. Some books are lying on his desk.

“I expected to see a dirty boy room, but it so does not look like that...”

“As much as I appreciate your honesty, sometimes you could keep it to yourself. But you are right, my mother made me clean up my room. Uh, now I remember what I wanted to give you.” Her eyes follow him to his desk from where he picks a book up. “That is one of the books Jinyoung gave me when I asked him for a recommendation for school when I had to write an essay. He meant that this is an easy book to write about. But maybe you want to read into a book which your boyfriend likes.”

“How thoughtful. Thanks.”

“I am so hungry. Aren’t you?”, he asks as they walk to the kitchen. Jaebum takes two water bottles and puts them on the kitchen counter as he turns to the fridge.

“You have just eaten snacks at my place! You are hungry already again?”, she questions as he looks through the fridge.

“No, still. I am still hungry.” Jaebum’s phone starts to ring as Y/N takes a water bottle to drink a sip. “We were just about to. Why?” Jaebum takes the open water bottle from her to drink a sip as well. She laughs about it before she places the bottle on the kitchen counter next to him whilst he repeats saying yes on the phone. “Y/N, do you want to meet up with Hoseok and Yugyeom before we head to the party?”

“Then I need to get ready now!”

“Well, maybe it’s better to bring the food to my place. She wants to get ready first.” Jaebum starts to laugh loudly as he touches his stomach. “Yeah, right. See you then.”

“May you want to tell me why you are laughing so hard?”

“Hoseok asked if you said that it will only take ten minutes, if so, they will bring the food in an hour.”

“That is not funny at all. Girls just need longer and I never had to style up for a party...”

“Ugh. This is why I am happy to be a single child. Jeans and a t-shirt that is all you need.”

“But what if he expects his girlfriend to look totally amazing?”

“We are talking about Jinyoung! If I would not know better, I would say he liked you since you came to our school. Why would he now start to care what you are wearing, huh? If he says something bad, your bodyguard is here.” Y/N laughs as she sighs.

“I hope that was meant honestly.”

“Do you want me to lie to you?”

“No! Fine. I will start to get ready. Do you need something from the bathroom before I take a shower if that is okay?”

“No, go ahead. I wait for the boys. I hope they hurry up...” Y/N nods as she walks back to her suitcases. Quickly she takes everything she needs from the smaller suitcase and brings it into the bathroom. After showering she looks through the tutorials she has saved on her phone for hair and makeup.

“Why are they so complicated?”, she asks herself as she plugs the hair straightener in. Another deep sigh leaves her lips as she starts the makeup tutorial. She turns on the tutorial to continue step by step. “Covering up my whole face? Do I have such a bad skin?”, she wonders as she checks her skin in the mirror. “Wait, what kind of product is that? Wait a minute, a sponge? I don’t have that kind of stuff! I cannot go shopping now...” She wants to scream her frustration out but she does not want to make Jaebum think that a crazy person is staying over at his house. “Okay, let’s play this video forward so that we only do the eyes.” She watches the tutorial twice before she attempts to do it. “No! No! It does not look like in this tutorial! I look like a monster. A real ugly one!”, she yells at herself as she takes the makeup remover. She removes the makeup she had on already and thinks about what Jaebum told her. “Maybe he is right. He knows me as a not typical girly girl. Mascara and a little make for my eye brows must be enough. It must be enough.” She applies the makeup quickly as she is used to wear this look daily. Sometimes, when she had enough of straight hair, she uses he straightener to make some curls. Y/N takes the straightener and starts to curl her hair a little. She never walked around the boys with that kind of hairstyle. When she thought that she was ready, she walked into the living room, but there is nobody in sight. The smell of pizza hits her like a thunder as she thinks if Jaebum is in the kitchen. She wants to greet to Hoseok and Yugyeom but Hoseok is faster.

“It must be enough.”, he says quietly as he starts to laugh as the others look at each with their best to not laugh. “Don’t look at me like that Y/N. I could not overhear you when I walked back from the toilet. You look good by the way.”

“I actually wanted to say hello but I guess I will start with something else. Jaebum, do you have a plate for me?”

“Only if you will not kill somebody with it.”, Jaebum says as he places a plate on the empty seat next to Yugyeom.

“Well, if you don’t want any murder to happen, keep the knives on your side of the table.” Hoseok immediately takes the knives and puts them into the sink.

“Sit down! Let’s eat together before we walk over to Jackson’s house.”, Hoseok suggests.

“Do I get two extra securities to get there safely?”

“Shut it and eat if you cannot even say thank you to us for bringing you food.”, Yugyeom says slightly aggressive.

“Sorry. I would have said thank you before I would have taken my first piece. Something seems off with you...”

“Nothing. Not important at all.”

“You sure about it? You look more like you would go to the funeral as to a party.”

“You want to know? Fine, there was this girl I went out a few times. Turns out she only used me to make her ex-boyfriend jealous. Are you happy now?”

“Oh. I did not even know that you went on dates with someone. Was it someone I have sport with? I could throw a basketball into her face to make her nose bleed. Accidentally of course...” The boys look at her stunned as she finishes her sentence. “What? Would not be the first time.”

“Why are you so angry? He should be this angry.”, Hoseok asks.

“My friend is sad and that makes me mad. Yugyeomie is such a cutie pie. I mean most of the time and he is a great dancer, what else could a girl ask for?”

“You have not forgotten that you are dating Jinyoung?”

“Oh, come on. Shut up! I don’t want to see any of my friends like that. Would be the same if it would be you or you.”, she explains as she points at Hoseok and Jaebum.

“Good to know. Thanks.”, Yugyeom says with a pressured smile on his face.

“I can still throw a drink at her and pretend that she offended me. If that is what you prefer.”

“I hope Jackson did not invite her ex-boyfriend. I mean her ‘again’ boyfriend.”

“Well, is he a football player? I guess he will be invited then if we all were not informed...”, Hoseok asks.

“I heard a team mate speaking about getting back with his ex. He spoke something about jealousy...”, Jaebum tells. “If he is the guy you talked about, then he will come with her.”

“I don’t even want to go anymore. Y/N, do you mind and study with me instead?”, Yugyeom asks with a depressed face.

“I finally got ready... I mean, I was at least busy for twenty minutes to get ready. Now I should stay? I don’t want to be selfish but it’s my first party with Jinyoung.”

“Forget it. I’ll go home when you guys go to the party. By the way, much longer than just twenty minutes.”

“Twenty minutes, thirty minutes. What’s the difference? Look, you won’t skip this party! You want to study? Fine, you will study the drinks with me!”

“What did you just suggest?”

“I have never been drunk before and you drank obviously before. Which means we could make some drinking games together and realize what gets me drunk quickly. That means we will study what I should never drink again, deal?”

“You take this honor from BamBam? That sounds like fun.”

“Not for Bam.”, Hoseok adds. “Whatever let’s finish this and then we should get going before Yugyeom changes his mind again.”

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#73 "That night never happened!"

From prompt list for Anon! Gosh, this is late and I’m sorry for not posting a fic in awhile! This is to hold the space till that upcoming Roman / Finn smut comes out as well ~! ;D And I will, of course, be writing all other drabble requests <3

You weren't one to get drunk... for the exact reason that you ended up getting mixed up in after getting drunk last week.

God.

Alcohol really needed to be cleared from history. Humans would be better beings without it.

Last week you'd reluctantly gone out with a group of superstars, female and male alike, and had mostly been clinging to Naomi's side for most of the night. She was always a rock for you, even if she had been the one to force you on the outing in the first place.

But after she accused you of wasting your life and your "hottie body" as she exclaimed whilst getting you ready, you couldn't say no. You did sort of feel like you were wasting your life — granted, you were a successful star on Smackdown, but when it came to living outside of the ring you... weren't, really.

So yeah. You went to a local club with Naomi, Lana, Nia, and a handful of the guys: Rusev, Jimmy, Braun, Dean, and Seth, to name a few.

Honestly being with a few of your best girl friends and surrounded by so many strong (familiar) men did make you a bit more comfortable. If any thing did get out of hand you had plenty of people around to watch out for you.

Not that you weren't capable of taking care of yourself, but you were just unaccustomed to situations like this in the first place.

Hence why you got drunk so goddamn easily when you did start getting into things with the more experienced folk.

Needless to say, just one or two shots turned into five (ten.) Soon enough you were scooting closer to the man closest to your right, nudging into his muscular arm as you giggled and licked your alcohol infused lips.

"Never seen you like this," his voice rang, literally echoing in your ears as you blinked at him.

It was Seth.

The man.

"Yeah, I'm the Man." He chuckled, making it clear you'd said that last bit out loud. Goodness. You had never realized how much you liked his eyes.

He had long eyelashes.

"Thanks, so do you," he said, his arm grazing against yours as he mindlessly toyed with an empty shot glass on the table.

If it weren't for your equal drunkenness, one or both of you might've been disgusted with the heavy smell dancing between your close faces. Instead, the shared breath between you two became annoying - rather than disgusting - so you decided to get rid of it.

Or perhaps Seth decided.

Didn't matter once you were kissing.

His lips were warm. Shockingly soft. His tongue was gentle too.

You both got back to the hotel one way or another... and what happened after that wasn't all as gentle. You liked it. The parts you could recall the next morning, at least.

...

So. That's what got you here in the present. Last week was a since-passed headache, and you were back to your straight edge life. It was a miracle you had had the weekend to recover before the next Smackdown. Tonight was a Live show.

All was normal, up until Seth paid you a visit.

It was no secret Smackdown and Raw often visited the same places - if not the same town then a town nearby - so the intermingling happened occasionally. Even more so during Live events.

"Hey, Y/N."

You rose a brow at him, feeling horribly awkward in his presence. The pair of you had scarcely talked before that night, and now you had a connection you couldn't exactly erase.

That was likely what he wanted to talk about.

That was all he had to talk to you about, actually.

"I'm not gonna go talking about what happened with us, Seth." You scratched your head. "Aside from the people we were with," who obviously know what went down, this lil thing ain't getting out to the public gossip." You gestured briefly between you two.

His face stayed open, eyes round and mouth parted.

"Ahh... thanks."

You nodded, sweating a little.

"But that's not what I wanted to talk to you about,"

He shifted on his feet, looking mad at something. Not you. Himself.

"I mean, well, I guess it kinda is." Seth tried again, coming nearer and leaning his hip against the wall. "I wanted to... do it again sometime, if you wanted."

He didn't mean for it to come out like that, but the circumstance only made you more uneasy. You didn't like judging people you didn't know too well without finding it out personally; however, it was different when it came to relationship reps.

Needless to say, Seth didn't have the best track record with the women he'd been with.

You didn't want to be added to that list, especially since you hadn't even dated before jumping in bed together ... and now he was offering to be a booty call.

Or asking you to be a booty call?

You weren't good at this deciphering stuff.

Seth has time to relocate his mindset, starting again with a determined huff.

"Wait, wait. How I meant to say it was... do you want to go out with me sometime?"

You still weren't getting the picture, narrowing your eyes slightly.

"...A real date. And the sex part doesn't have to be part of it, least till you're actually comfortable."

He coughed.

"I mean. Unless you actually want to. I'm not gonna pressure you or anything, and you don't even have to say yes to the date part."

You'd honestly never seen him so flustered— not even when he was out acting a part in front of a crowd. You weren't sure what to think. Had he always acted all awkward at the start when he flirted with girls?

In the back of your mind all you could think of were those cheating scandals and the gossip the other female wrestlers always threw around. He did flirt with the others before. You didn't like judging based on gossip but sometimes ... when it was that consistent you couldn't help believing the lot of it.

And perhaps it didn't help that your ex had cheated on you while you were on the road.

Something surged inside you and you rubbed the corner of your eye, holding a hand up to stop Seth from possibly rambling again.

"As far as I'm concerned, that night never happened, okay? You don't have to feel obligated to ask me out just cause we were both drunk out of our minds the other night."

He blinked rapidly, thrown by your burst of energy. His eyes darted to the side.

You sighed.

There wasn't really much else to say, was there? You pressed your lips together and turned, wanting to get somewhere closer to the curtain area, given your match was coming up after the current match, which had only just started.

Somehow you already felt guilty for responding like that, even though you knew you had no personal reasons to have ill-will against Seth. Still. The sooner this blew over the sooner you could both move on with your lives.

“Hey—“

You didn’t fully stop, only slowed your steps.

“Listen, I know what you think of me. I know all the girls you hang out with,”

You looked at him with a slanted frown.

“As in, I know how they gossip. About everything.” You could tell he was trying his darnedest not to sound mean. His eyes were conflicted, but he kept them trained on your’s.

“I’m tired of people just... assuming they know all about me, when all they know is my past. Yeah. I fucked up, on more than one occasion.” He took a deep breath, rubbing the bridge of his nose. This definitely wasn’t the type of conversation he was accustomed to.

You wet your lips before pressing them together pensively, waiting till he was finished because, you supposed, he deserved that much.

“If you gave me a chance, I’d promise to... god,” his brows were furrowed and he looked you eye to eye again. “I’d promise to try my best not to mess it up. I like you, I couldn’t put into words why, because I’m sure you know we haven’t talked much, but, yeah.”

Your eyes fell to his Adam’s apple as he swallowed anxiously.

You really hoped you wouldn’t regret this. Maybe you were being naive. Or maybe you were being paranoid. Or maybe you just wanted to follow your damn instinct.

“...You... really are a dork.” It didn’t exactly come out as eloquently as you liked. But you meant that. Wow.

He might be a womanizer or a lying cheat - or maybe he was, at least - but a dork. Yeah. He was that too. So awkward and desperate, like you were the first girl he’d ever asked out.

“...What?” He stared on, totally lost. Was it supposed to be good ?

You spared the tiniest of smiles, not wanting to totally give in, or come off as too easy, only those big brown eyes made you smile a bit more anyway.

“Fine. Alright? One date won’t kill me, so you got your chance, Rollins.”

Seth puffed out a relieved breath, shaking his head.

“Okay, well, uh,” He scratched his beard. “I’ll text you then.” A small, nervous chuckle followed.

“You don’t have my number, hun.”

“Oh. Right-“

“Just find me after my match. It’s a phone number, not my social security.” You patted his shoulder, holding back a building laugh. “Bye.”

Seth’s eyes squeezed shut and he ran a heavy hand over the entirety of his face again; he was absolutely horrified at how bad this had went.

Thankfully, when he moved his hand and recuperated his wits, he smiled and just kept nodding his head.

“See you after you win, Y/N.”

People always say to learn from your history-- maybe this would be one of those times the future would turn out better than the past, for both of you.

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