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look down on me like that - 3 (explicit)

genre: slow burn enemies to lovers hatefucking coworkers au, smut (w some eventual angst)

pairing: yoongi x reader

summary: your asshole coworker min yoongi has made it his personal mission to ruin your life.

word count: 8.2k

contains: explicit sexual content for real this time!! 🍆 the smut has arrived 🍆 we've got masturbation and accidental voyeurism in this one 👀 and of course still lots of alcohol mentions,,, along with all the usual suspects: dumbass reader, bestie jimin, coworker JK, and grouchy asshole yoongi

A/N: this is my first time posting a chapter of this series and knowing there are actual people out there waiting for/excited about it and ouchhh my heart 🥺💜 y'all are seriously the best and i can't tell you how much i appreciate every positive comment/reblog/ask i get about this series, it rly helps me push through on the days when i feel thoroughly incompetent ;v; i hope you enjoy!!!!

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~*~

“Let me get this straight,” Jimin says through a mouthful of tteokbokki. He’s still in his sweats and t-shirt from dance practice, and his tiny bean sprout ponytail bobs up and down as he chews. “The coworker who is a jerk to you, and who you think suspects that you faked your way into this job, and who locked you out of the office tonight… is Suga?”

You stab angrily at a fish cake, your voice sullen. “Yes.”

“Like, the Suga?”

“Is there another?”

“The extremely famous and talented and all-around big fucking deal producer, Suga? That’s who you picked to be your arch-nemesis?”

“Shut up!” You flop back angrily onto the floor of your living room. “I didn’t pick him! If anything, he kind of picked me. He could’ve just been nice to me, and none of this would be happening.”

Jimin nods, returning to his food. “Well, he does have great taste in tteokbokki, if that counts for anything.”

You throw an arm over your eyes and groan. “He’s such a fucking… smug asshole jerk face.”

“You have such a way with words,” Jimin giggles, and you grab a pillow off your couch and launch it at him. He only barely manages to duck out of the way. “Hey!”

You flop over onto your side, cheek rubbing against the carpet. After a few moments of silence, you feel Jimin’s socked foot wiggle against your ear. You instinctively reach out and grab it. “What are you thinking?”

“I’m thinking,” you grunt, “about all the things I’d like to do to destroy that man. Like maybe trash his office, key his car… and you had a good idea with the rat poison in the coffee thing.”

“I actually specifically told you not to do that—”

“I don’t understand why he has to make my life so hard,” you steamroll over Jimin, giving his foot another squeeze. “I didn’t do anything to him, and it’s like he takes every opportunity he has to question me, belittle me, berate me, embarrass me, and just generally drive me fucking insane.” Your grip tightens reflexively with each word as you get angrier and angrier.

“Okay, ow! Don’t take it out on me!” Jimin jerks his leg and you release. He rubs tenderly at the top of his foot, which you were nearly crushing to death moments before.

Too indignant to apologize, you roll onto your back once more and stare up at the ceiling. “Maybe I should just quit. I can find a job where all my coworkers are nice and normal.”

“Are you really going to give in like that? You know that’s exactly what he wants you to do!” Jimin pauses for a moment, a sly smile on his face. “And besides, this is only the beginning of your story.”

You give him a look. “What on earth does that mean?”

“I’m just saying, if your life was a drama, this would be like… episode 2.”

You groan, your head smacking back against the carpet. “You watch too much TV.”

“I’m serious, this is a perfect set up. You’ve got the enemies part down, tensions are high, you’re both scheming to get back at each other— then BAM!” He smacks his hand on your coffee table for emphasis.

“Please, tell me what happens.” You deadpan with a roll of your eyes.

Jimin pauses as if considering the options. “Well, it depends. There’s a few directions the story could go. One of you could develop amnesia—” he makes a face. “Bleh, so overdone. You might realize you knew each other when you were kids.”

He pauses to shove a rice cake in his mouth, then continues as he chews. “But the most likely outcome is, of course, discovering that under all that hatred, you actually deeply desire one another.”

At this, you sit up. “What?!”

“Come on, enemies to lovers. It’s a classic.”

You glare at him. “Are you trying to get smacked?”

Jimin puts his hands up. “No more physical violence! I’m an innocent man.” He scoots back, attempting to get out of your range. “It’s just… basic physics. All that tension’s gotta go somewhere. When you and Suga end up hatefucking on the conference table, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

He’s not fast enough to avoid the second couch pillow, which hits him squarely in the face.

~*~

You’re up an hour before your alarm the next morning, fueled purely by anger, and you make it to the office so early, Jungkook is still in his boxing class. This time, the door gives when you push, and you slam it open so hard you nearly dislocate your shoulder.

You storm down the hall to Yoongi’s lab—he’s lost the privilege of you calling him by his stupid producer name now—and smack your fist against the door.

“Open the fucking door, Yoongi!” You shout, realizing only a little too late that you didn’t censor yourself. Hopefully no one is around to hear; it’s not even 7 AM so you’re almost definitely the first one in the office. Even if you aren’t, you’re too far gone to really care.

The second the door cracks, before you even catch a glimpse of him, you jam your foot in the opening to prevent him from closing it again. “Give me my keys back, and give me one good reason why I shouldn’t have you fired today,” you hiss.

The door swings open a little wider until you can actually see him on the other side. He looks… bad. The deep purple circles under his eyes could nearly pass for bruises, and you realize he’s wearing the same clothes he had on last night.

Irrelevant, you tell yourself. Still stole your keys. Still an asshole. No mercy.

“Fine,” he grunts, and his voice sounds like gravel. He crosses back towards his desk, and you take the opportunity to push your way inside and slam the door behind you.

You round on him. “I don’t know what kind of game you think this is, but I am not fucking playing.”

Yoongi stifles a yawn as he grabs the keys off his desk. “It’s not personal, I just needed to get this track done, and I couldn’t focus with you banging on the door and yelling about how hungry you were.” He turns back to you, keys in hand, and smirks. “And blasting your awful music.”

You open your palm for the keys and he drops them into your hand.

“Track’s done,” he continues with a shrug, “so I’m good now. Until next time.” He walks past you, so close he nearly shoulder-checks you, and collapses onto the leather couch in the corner of his office. He curls up on his side, facing away from you. “Turn off the lights when you leave.”

You stand there, bewildered. “Hey, no, I’m not done! You don’t get to sleep.” You stalk after him and kick the base of the couch for emphasis, which doesn’t do anything except hurt your foot. “We need a better plan for next time, because I am not repeating last night ever again,” you say firmly. “I don’t care how much you hate me, you need to figure out a way to work with me, because I take my job seriously. I’ll wear these keys around my fucking neck if I have to.”

Yoongi gives a frustrated groan, most likely at the fact that you’re still talking, and rolls over to cross his arms behind his head and look up at you. He sighs for a moment, examining you in a way that makes you long to put your hands around his neck and squeeze. Then finally, he speaks.

“Yeah, you take this job so seriously. That’s why you’ve never used a computer before.” He laughs dryly. “Where did they find you? Don’t tell me…” He hums sleepily as he pretends to think. “You decided you couldn’t hack being a bartender anymore. I mean, you aren’t personable enough to make decent money, that’s obvious. So, you had someone, maybe a coworker, fake a reference so you could break into the corporate world.”

He yawns again; your stomach drops as his words hang heavy in the air. What hurts even worse is how close he came to the truth.

That stupid smirk is back on his stupid face. “Seems like I got it. You really have no poker face, has anyone ever told you that?”

You cross your arms with a huff, embarrassed by how easily he can read you. “Shut up.” You hate that he makes you feel like this, always so flustered and unprepared, even when he’s half asleep.

Yoongi fishes in the pocket of his sweatpants for a second, then pulls out his phone. “Give me your number.”

Your stomach drops. “What? No. Why?”

“I’ll call you when I need to get into the studio,” he says, like it’s obvious. “Then you can come unlock it for me, miss key-holder.”

You make a face. “And what makes you think I’ll drop everything to help you?”

Yoongi stretches and groans, one hand reaching up to rub the back of his neck. His shirt just barely rides up, exposing a stripe of pale skin and the black band of his boxers that peeks over his sweatpants.

Your eyes linger for a second, and Jimin’s trashy TV show theory comes back to you. You force yourself to avert your gaze and not think about hatefucking on a conference table– because that is never, ever happening. You turn away from Yoongi entirely and take in the so-called Genius Lab.

It dawns on you that you’ve never actually been in here before. Half the room is taken up by a desk which boasts a sleek desktop and six monitors that you’re sure would easily cover more than a year’s worth of your rent in price. A massive second screen is mounted on the wall, and littered across the desk are things you only vaguely recognize as mixers, interfaces, and drum machines.

To your left is a gorgeous keyboard, to your right, an entire electric drum kit. Hidden LED lights run along the edges of the walls, bathing the room in a soft purple glow, which you don’t hate. You spin in a full circle to take it all in.

Against the back wall is the leather couch, next to the door. For a split second you wonder how many times he’s slept there instead of going home— or gone without sleep at all, like he apparently did last night. The thought makes your heart sink a bit.

Your gaze lands back on Yoongi, who you realize has been watching you. When he speaks, his voice is even and serious.

“You’ll answer when I call because, supposedly, this job means a lot to you. I doubt you’d be too happy if I started planting ideas in the boss’ head about your complete lack of experience.” He shrugs. “The way I see it, you can probably make it a couple months here before people start to catch on. Or, I can go talk to the boss today, and we can expedite the process. Just depends on whether or not you give me what I want.”

You instantly regret feeling any ounce of empathy for him when you realize he’s fucking blackmailing you. “You wouldn’t,” you hiss, but you already know he absolutely would.

“Do you really want to take that chance?”

You open and close your mouth, trying to think of a way out, but you’re very much backed into this corner. Defeated, you recite off your number, and he types it into his phone.

“But I am not pulling all-nighters here,” you clarify. “I don’t care how behind on a deadline you are, when I’m tired, I get to kick you out so we can both go home.”

“Whatever.” He lets his phone drop to the floor next to him and throws an arm over his eyes. You can see you are effectively dismissed, and you make sure to leave the lights on as you storm out, just to spite him.

When you get back to your desk, Jungkook is standing at the front door, looking confused. “There you are! Wow, how early did you get in? Everything okay?”

You press the cold metal of your key against the palm of your hand and try to remind yourself that you do still have power. Fuck what Min Yoongi says. You don’t have to do anything for him. You’re the one in control here.

“Yep, everything’s great,” you say with a smile. Jungkook gives a nod that looks equal parts affirming and confused.

“Oh hey, Jungkook?” You stop him before he disappears off to his own desk. “Any chance I could join you at that boxing class?”

~*~

“Wow, have you done this before?” Jungkook is short of breath as the two of you circle each other in preparation to review the final combination of class.

“Nope.”

The instructor gives the signal, and you run it again.

Right hook. Stupid floppy hair always falling in his face when he’s threatening you. Left uppercut. Stupid patronizing smirk when he’s laughing at you. Right hook again. Stupid dark eyes that make you feel like you can’t do anything right when he’s looking at you.

Cross, jab, cross. “Stupid— fucking— asshole!” You grunt under your breath as you slam your fists into Jungkook’s gloves. When the instructor calls time, you drop to your knees on the mat, panting hard and unfortunately still fucking furious. This class wasn’t exactly the release you were hoping for.

“That’s it for today, great work everybody! And remember, we should only ever be hitting at 50% strength while we’re partnered!” The instructor gives you a not-so-subtle look as the class disperses, and you glance sheepishly up at Jungkook. He wiggles a hand out of his glove and offers it to help you to your feet.

“Be honest, did I break you?” You ask, still trying to get your breath back.

Jungkook shrugs like it’s no big deal. “I can take it. It was kind of impressive, actually. You’re really good, especially for your first time.” He pauses, and you can tell he’s trying to be polite and not ask the extremely obvious question.

You answer it anyway, wiping sweat from your temples. “I’ll tell you at breakfast.”

One body shower and a speed-run application of your makeup later, you’re standing in line for egg sandwiches and pretending not to notice Jungkook tenderly rubbing his thumb over the center of his palm. You do feel a little bad for hitting him so hard. It’s not like any of this is his fault.

“So, I get back to the office with the food, and that’s when I discover that he locked me out,” you say with a frustrated sigh. It’s still embarrassing to admit it out loud. “I left my keys on my desk and he managed to grab them without me noticing.”

“Wow,” Jungkook breathes. “That’s terrible. I mean, I feel like you should tell someone.”

Your pulse quickens as you realize you can’t exactly share the entire story. Jungkook has done way too much for you already, and the thought of revealing that he’s stuck his neck out for someone who is a complete fraud and is now being blackmailed about it is more than you can handle.

You sigh. “I think it’s okay now. I mean, I was picturing his face on your gloves. My ego definitely still hurts. But we worked it out, I guess. Sort of. It’s hard to explain.”

You pause, wondering if that sounds weird. Jungkook has a strange expression on his face that you can’t decipher. “At least, he won’t take my keys anymore, I can tell you that,” you continue. “I’m never letting them out of my sight again.”

You fidget with the strap of your purse over your shoulder. “The only thing that pisses me off is the fact that he gets an extra lock on his door. Even I can’t stop him from locking himself in that stupid fucking lab. And then what am I supposed to do?”

Jungkook looks like he’s going to say something, but you’re called up to order, and by the time you have your breakfast in hand the conversation has changed entirely and he’s pulling up his phone to show you his most recent viral TikTok. You welcome the distraction— you’re honestly tired of talking about Yoongi. The rage hasn’t dissipated, but it’s at least a little more contained, enough that you think you can probably make it through the day without being escorted from the building in handcuffs.

With a few different projects you’re a part of all starting to ramp up, you’ve got plenty of things to attend to when you sit down at your desk to begin the workday. In fact, you don’t think about the conversation with Jungkook again until an email from him pops up in your inbox just after lunch.

The subject line “use it for good” is enough to pique your interest, and you click the message open and scan down. There’s no greeting or signature— there actually aren’t any words at all. Just four numbers stare back at you: 0 7 0 5.

Your heart jumps into your throat as you realize what it is. The code.

“Can’t lock me out now, asshole,” you mutter happily to yourself as you file the email away for safekeeping.

~*~

A week passes in a relative truce, or at the very least a stalemate. Yoongi says nothing to you, and you say nothing right back, more than happy with the silence. You don’t have any scheduled projects or meetings together for the foreseeable future either, thank god. He keeps to his 5:55 exit schedule, and you wake up an extra hour early to beat the shit out of Jungkook’s hands every morning.

But of course, you know it’s only a matter of time; eventually, giving him your number does indeed come back to bite you in the ass.

Tuesday night, you split the last of the bottle of prosecco between two glasses on the coffee table as Jimin tilts his head back to readjust the lay of his sheet mask. Ahn Hyoseop’s beautiful face is paused on the screen as the two of you are neck deep in your third rewatch of Business Proposal. You pick the remote up, but right before you can unpause, your phone rings loudly from between the couch cushions.

Jimin does his best to keep his face still as you dig for it, instead opting to make a noise of surprise. “Who is that? Everyone who calls you is already here.”

You smack him hard in the side as you finally retrieve your phone, only to groan when you see PROD ASSHOLE as the listed caller.

You’d dug Yoongi’s number out of the company’s HR database specifically so you could save it in your phone and ignore his calls. The rude contact name is a fun bonus, but it doesn’t make it any less annoying that he’s able to ruin your relaxation whenever he so chooses. It’s like he purposefully waited for the perfect moment to disturb you.

You make a mental note to sweep your apartment for cameras later, and then you swipe to ignore the call.

Jimin returns a smack in kind on your upper arm. “I’m sorry, you gave Suga your phone number? And you’re ignoring his calls?! And you’re telling me this isn’t my new favorite drama?”

“Shut the fuck up, Jimin.” You unpause the TV, eager to squash this line of conversation and get back to Taemu and Hari sucking face.

When your phone starts vibrating repeatedly as texts flood in, one after another, you turn it on silent and flip it facedown on the coffee table. Then you drain the last of your glass of wine in one swallow. Not tonight, Yoongi.

Of course, you don’t know what else you expected when Yoongi barges into work on Wednesday morning and strides right up to you, stupid iced Americano in one hand and his phone in the other.

Before you realize what he’s doing or have any time to react, your phone starts buzzing against your desk, PROD ASSHOLE flashing across the screen. You snatch it, but you’re certain he had plenty of time to see his not-so-professional contact name.

He seems taken aback for a second and ends the call, then laughs. “I really thought you gave me a fake number. I see now you were just ignoring me.”

You roll your eyes, doing your best to continue the email you were midway through typing. “No, Yoongi, I was sleeping. What normal people do at night.” You can tell he’s glaring at you even without looking, because you instantly start forgetting how to spell basic words.

“Hmm,” he grunts after a moment. “Well, a normal person like you might want to keep your phone on, unless you want to go back to bartending at night instead of sleeping.”

Yoongi stalks off down the hall towards his lab, clearly uninterested in anything else you have to say. It takes every shred of willpower in you to restrain yourself from throwing a stapler at his retreating head.

~*~

Thursday morning, you tell Jungkook you can’t grab breakfast after class. You don’t share the specifics with him, and he doesn’t pry. You have something much more important to attend to.

The minute the boxing instructor dismisses everyone, you rip your gloves off and race to be the first person to shower and change out in the locker room. You don’t even bother with your makeup, opting instead to bring it with you to put on in the bathroom. You nearly get run over as you fully sprint down the street towards the office.

When you unlock the door and push it open, panting from the effort, you glance at your phone for the time.

7:05 AM. Perfect.

Setting your purse down, you lean up against your desk and scroll through your contact list until you find the name you’re looking for, working to get your breathing back under control. The line rings once, twice, and you almost think it will go to voicemail until the very last second.

“…Hello?” His voice is even lower than it normally is, and rough with sleep.

“Hi,” you try for your warmest corporate tone, but your voice still shakes a little. “Is this Min Yoongi?”

“Mmm?” You hear shifting on the other end of the phone, like he’s sitting up in bed.

“Good morning, this is your admin. Just wanted to inform you that the studio is now open for the day.” You will yourself to keep your voice neutral. “If you get hit by one of your big genius breakthroughs, you’re more than welcome to come in anytime between now and close.”

Yoongi makes a frustrated, exhausted sound, and you have to bite down on your lip to keep from laughing. “…Goddammit. I was sleeping.”

“Aw, so sorry.” You quickly hang up and nearly throw your phone onto your desk, your heart hammering in your chest. You can’t manage to keep the self-satisfied smirk off your face as you ride the high of that phone call for the rest of the day.

You’re stifling a yawn on the bus ride home that night when your phone rings. For the briefest moment a thrill of fear runs through you, but it’s just Jimin. You drop your head against the window as you slide to answer the call, watching the lights of the city stream by.

“Hi bestie.”

Jimin wastes no time. “Two questions, ranked in order of importance from least to most. One, are we still going out tomorrow night?”

“A thousand percent yes, I need a drink. Several drinks. And I promise, no puking this time.” You’re curious what his next question could be; what could possibly be more important?

“That brings me to two.” He pauses, building some sort of tension that is entirely lost on you. “How do you feel about the Grammy news?”

Your eyebrows pinch together, and you shift sideways on the bus seat to stretch your legs out. “What?”

“Uh, hello, don’t you work in the music industry? You know Grammy nominations dropped today, right?”

“I—” You falter. “Well, no, actually, I wasn’t aware. It didn’t come up. I mean, I wouldn’t be surprised if all our talent was snubbed, they’re not exactly known for their global inclusivity—”

Jimin laughs over you as if in disbelief. “You really don’t know. Oh, this is so fun for me. You’d better think again, because your very own male lead was, in fact, nominated.” You clap a hand over your mouth. “He produced one of the songs up for Song of the Year. Look it up, bitch.”

You partially uncover your mouth so you can speak. “First of all, call him my male lead again and this friendship is over.” Jimin scoffs on the other end of the line, and you do your best to keep your voice quiet despite the overwhelming shock. “But seriously, what the hell, Jimin?! You better not be fucking with me right now. Actually, hang on.”

You pry your phone away from your ear to do a quick Google search. The results that stare back at you quickly confirm that Jimin is, in fact, not fucking with you. When you press the phone to your cheek again, he’s still going.

“I seriously can’t believe I’m the one telling you this. You literally work with him.”

“He didn’t say anything about it.” You shake your head as you say it, trying to understand. “Nobody did. This doesn’t make any sense.” You rub wearily at your temple, suddenly filled with dread at the thought of how insufferable Yoongi might be when you see him next.

But come Friday morning, to your surprise, Yoongi isn’t insufferable at all. In fact, he’s not even there. You can barely focus on getting anything done— you feel like you’re glancing up every five minutes, anticipating the moment where he’ll finally burst through the doors, officially a Grammy-nominated producer, hellbent on driving you insane about it.

But the hours slowly tick by, and he never shows.

You convince yourself that surely, a third cup of coffee is what you need to be able to concentrate on your work, never mind the fact that your hands are already shaking from the first two.

When you step into the break room, Jungkook is sitting at a table, scrolling through his phone while absolutely destroying a to-go salad. You fix your mug of coffee and take the seat across from him, and he waves his fork at you. “Happy Friday!”

You only grunt in response, then wince inwardly when you realize you sound like Yoongi, and then that thought alone is enough to make your pulse race all over again. You have to resist the urge to bang your head on the table, and instead do your best to smile back at Jungkook and control the emotional chaos inside your brain.

“Sorry. It’s been a long week.”

“Tell me about it,” he says through a mouthful of chicken.

You take a sip from your mug, contemplating whether or not to leave it alone. But you know you can’t. “Hey, can I ask you a question?”

“Always.” Jungkook locks his phone and sets it down, giving you his undivided attention. “What’s up?”

You pause, trying to figure out how the hell to word it. “Did you see the… news?” You lower your voice a little. “The Grammy nominations?”

Jungkook’s eyes widen and he chews a little faster. “Yeah, it’s crazy right?”

You stare blankly at him, waiting for more, then shake your head. “I don’t understand why nobody’s talking about it! I feel like that should kind of be a big deal, you know? At least worthy of a team meeting? Or an email?”

He shrugs. “Suga probably asked them not to. He’s weird about that kind of stuff.” Jungkook must be able to read the look of pure confusion on your face, because he pushes his salad away and continues.

“For instance, a couple months after I started working here, he had a track hit number one on Billboard, which I thought was pretty cool. So—” his face reddens a little, and he honestly looks embarrassed, almost cringing. “I was just trying to be nice, so I threw a little surprise thing here, just to congratulate him after work.”

You pull your bottom lip into your mouth, biting back the urge to tell Jungkook that he is genuinely too pure for this world.

“But yeah, we get maybe fifteen minutes into the party and then we realize nobody can find Suga. Turns out he went back to his studio and locked himself in.” He shakes his head as he reaches for his salad again and stabs at a few pieces of lettuce. “I even got him a cake. I don’t think I saw him take one bite.”

You smile sympathetically. “It sounds like a really sweet gesture.”

Jungkook shrugs, talking with his mouth full. “Yeah, it was good, too. Red velvet.”

Everything whirls around in your head and you do your best to make it make sense as you walk back to your desk. You can’t understand how the puzzle pieces of “smug asshole” Min Yoongi and “hiding in his office to avoid his own party” Min Yoongi fit together. More importantly, you don’t understand why you care about Min Yoongi at all. If anything, you should be rejoicing in this Min Yoongi-free day– god, you can’t even stop thinking his name, what the hell is wrong with you?

You shake your head in hopes that it might get your brain to calm the fuck down, and as you pull your chair out, you notice a red blinking light on your desk phone, indicating the mailbox is full. When you pick up the receiver and start to play back the messages, your jaw drops.

It is not an exaggeration: every music publication you’ve ever heard of, plus many more that you haven’t, has called within the last 24 hours, all with the same agenda— to schedule an interview with the Grammy-nominated producer Suga. You groan internally as you play back dozens of messages in a row from eager reporters, all of whom have left a number to call back. You’d rather rip the phone out of the wall, you think to yourself, but then a much better idea starts to take shape in your head.

No one has technically told you to avoid discussing the Grammy nomination— gossiping in the break room with Jungkook doesn’t count as a legitimate channel for workplace communications.

So it stands to reason that in this situation, you should do what any good admin would do and set up as many interviews as possible. If they just so happen to be for a producer who hates meetings, and apparently hates recognition of his successes… Well, how were you to know that?

You practice your innocent smile, keeping the receiver pressed to your ear with your shoulder as you navigate to Yoongi’s calendar and start scheduling.

~*~

“Drink up, bitch!”

Hours later, you lock your arm through Jimin’s as you each throw back another shot, far from the first of the night. You lost count somewhere after four. He immediately scrunches up his face and shakes his head, trying not to gag, but you’ve had enough that yours goes down like water.

“Amateur,” you giggle, bopping your head to the thudding beat of the music as Jimin grabs the lime from the rim of your last drink and pulls it into his mouth for some relief.

It takes you a minute to differentiate the buzz against your hip from the all-encompassing pulse of the music, but when they eventually end up on different tempos, you automatically fumble for your purse. Your limbs feel heavy and delayed as you work to dig out your phone, which has inevitably sunk to the very bottom of your bag.

You’re definitely well past tipsy and hurtling pleasantly towards drunk, which is why you don’t even think to check the name on your screen before you slide to accept the call.

“Hello?” You instantly realize that trying to take a phone call in a club is not one of your better ideas.

“Hang on,” you tell whoever’s on the other end. “It’s loud. Hang on. Shit.” You stumble away from your table, waving over your shoulder to Jimin and hoping he can telepathically understand that you’ll be right back. At first you head for the restroom, but halfway there it starts to seem like a bad idea, so you swing in a circle, immediately colliding with the person behind you. Profusely apologizing, you head for the back of the building, trying not to smack into anyone else.

There’s a door that leads outside to the patio, where a few groups of people stand in semi-circles, smoking or vaping or just getting some air. You continue walking unsteadily along the side of the building until the bass-boosted speakers are reduced to a dull thud, and then you hear someone calling your name on the phone in your hand.

Oh, yeah. You’d forgotten the purpose of going out here in the first place. You press the phone back up to your ear, wobbling in place in your heels.

“Are you there?” The voice nearly yells, and you wince.

“Hiiiiii,” you start, and then immediately have to choke back a laugh because wow, you’re more fucked up than you realized. The combination of walking and talking has provided you with a solid reality check. “Um, who is this?”

There’s a pause on the other end, long enough that you’re about to pull your phone away and make sure the call didn’t drop, but then an uncomfortably familiar voice speaks. “I thought you had me saved. As a very colorful name, if I remember right.”

You blink, trying to focus your mind enough to process the words. That voice… The name swims back to you. “Prod Asshole?”

“Hi,” Yoongi says flatly. “You know I have you saved as Admin Bitch?”

Oh, fuck. You let out an accidental whine, kicking your head back so far you smack it against the wall of the building. You do not want to talk to Min Yoongi– ever, really, but especially not right now.

“You’re the fucking bitch,” you retort. Any semblance of professionalism has disappeared somewhere in the many rounds of drinks you’ve thrown back over the evening.

“Sure,” he says, sounding unfazed. “I need to get into the studio.”

You turn your head to press your cheek against the brick wall, keeping your phone tight to your other ear. “Yoongi, it’s Friday night.”

“I’m aware,” he says dryly, and you can see the stupid fucking smirk on his face when you close your eyes. “You’ve clearly been celebrating. You know it happens every week, right? No need to get alcohol poisoning about it.”

“Fuck off,” you groan into the wall.

“Where are you? I’ll send an Uber. I just need a couple hours.”

Hours? Now he’s pissing you the fuck off. You pull your face off the wall, pivoting to lean up against it instead, and nearly eat shit when your ankle rolls. Stupid high heels. You manage to right yourself and realize Yoongi is waiting for an answer.

“Why should I do literally anything for you?” You start, indignant. “You’re just a fucking… smug bastard asshole.” Ugh, not your best work. You really are drunk. You press the hand that isn’t holding your phone up to your forehead, as if that might make your brain work better.

“You’re not wrong,” Yoongi says. “But I finally figured out what my project is missing, and you already blew me off once this week.”

“I don’t caaaaaare.”

“Well, you probably should.” He pauses, almost definitely trying to be dramatic, and you hiccup. “You see,” he continues, “I found something today.”

Are you gonna puke? No, you’re not gonna puke. You’re strong. You’re fine.

“You there?”

What you are is fucking sick of this asshole. Why is he still talking? “What, Yoongi?”

“Remember those expenses you had to reconcile?” He asks, and you really don’t. You squint, trying to recall, but he just keeps going. “I was looking back on my financials for the quarter so I pulled them up in the system and…” He pauses and you swear you hear him laugh softly. “Well, it’s kind of funny. The charge codes are all wrong. Literally all of them.”

Is he enjoying this? You think he might be enjoying this.

He’s still going. “Which, of course, everyone makes mistakes, but I mean… They aren’t even close, really. Certainly not the thing someone with years of experience would fuck up. It would be pretty questionable, if I was upper management. How could an experienced admin assistant make such a rookie mistake?”

You groan, leaning forward slightly. You actually might puke.

“Of course, I fixed them.”

At this, you snap your head up. “You what?”

“I mean, they are fixed. Right here, on my laptop. All I have to do is hit enter. But...” Your fist involuntarily clenches at the over-acted sigh he lets out. Oh, it would feel so good to kill him. You don’t think you’d even mind the jail time.

“It seems wrong, you know? I think I need to be in the studio to do it. Work-life balance, right?” Yoongi gives a small, self-satisfied chuckle, and now you know he’s enjoying this. “It’s just unfortunate, since that report’s gonna auto-generate tomorrow morning. By the time you or I get in on Monday, the boss will already have it on his desk. All those very, very wrong codes. It’s such a shame, really. If only someone could do something.”

A thrum of actual panic runs through you; you’re not quite so drunk that you’re immune to the very real threat of losing your job. You smack one heel backwards against the brick wall, helpless to do anything else. “I fucking hate you.”

“That’s fine. I just need your location.”

Yanking the phone away from your ear, you slam the button to end the call and shoot him a quick text with the club’s name before you can talk yourself out of it. You’d cry if you weren’t so fucking pissed off, but instead you sling your purse over your shoulder and storm back inside to find Jimin.

“What the fuck happened to you?!” He shouts to be heard over the music, and you roll your eyes and shake your head.

“We don’t have time. I have to go, baby mochi. It’s a stupid fucking asshole work emergency.”

He must be taken aback because he doesn’t even pause to make a joke about the TV show that is your life. “I’ll come with you?”

You scrunch your face up at the thought. “Trust me, you don’t want to deal with this. I don’t even want to deal with this, but I’m literally going to get fired if I don’t.” You squish his cheeks between your palms. “Just go. Be wild and free. Remember me and tell my story.” Jimin’s eyes narrow as he laughs between your hands, and you press a kiss to his nose. “I love you. I’ll text you when I get home.”

You do your best to sober up in the car on the ride over, but it’s no small task, and when you reach the company’s floor, Yoongi is waiting for you, leaning up against the glass doors looking impatient and tired.

He raises an eyebrow as you step off the elevator and it’s only a split second, but you see his eyes rake over your body and back up. Fuck. You weren’t exactly sober enough to consider that he’d have to witness you in your clubbing outfit: a black mini dress and sky high heels, much racier than anything you'd wear to the office. Heat creeping up your neck, you dig in your bag for the keys and will yourself not to read into whatever the fuck that look was.

You get the door unlocked and step through, then purposefully let it slam back in his face, because you’re absolutely going to be a petty bitch about this entire thing.

Seemingly unbothered, Yoongi follows you inside and brushes past you. It’s not lost on you that neither of you have said a fucking word to each other. He heads straight for his lab and you hear the door shut a second later.

Nothing else to do, you pull out your desk chair and slump forward, resting your head on your arms with a frustrated groan.

When the world spins back into focus, it takes you a second to remember where you are and the events that led you here. Your head is pounding, your throat dry as sandpaper. You blink blearily at your phone, realizing you must have fallen asleep at your desk, and it takes you almost a full minute to digest the time on your screen. 2:43 AM.

You have approximately one billion texts and voicemails from Jimin, so you quickly shoot back a reply so he knows to call off the search party. Then you drag yourself out of your chair and down the hallway to Yoongi’s lab.

So tired you can barely stand, you slump against the wall next to the door and give a loud bang of a knock. Another minute ticks by with no response.

Maybe he fell asleep too, you reason. You’re staring at the door, trying to mentally force it open, when your eyes glance over the combination lock. Jungkook’s email jumps into your mind; your heart leaps into your throat. God bless that Baby Star Candy.

Quietly and carefully, you lean forward to press the numbers on the number pad in the right order. 0 7 0 5. You close your hand around the handle and feel it turn; the lock gives. You realize you’re holding your breath as you slowly push the door open and step over the threshold.

Yoongi is slumped in his desk chair, headphones on, half turned away from his computer so all you can see is his side profile. For a second, you think he’s sleeping— his head is tipped back, the column of his neck exposed. His eyes are closed, his lips parted slightly, his breathing shallow. But then you see a flash of his tongue working at the corner of his mouth and it suddenly dawns on you that he is very much not asleep.

Your brain processes the rest of the picture in rapid succession. The muscles of his right arm are tensed in a tight grip. The silver jewelry on his wrist catches the light as he motions up and down. His white t-shirt is riding up, and his sweatpants are pushed low enough that you can see the flat plane of his stomach. And then your eyes trace even lower, to where his delicate fingers are wrapped firmly around his completely exposed and fully erect cock.

It is, unfortunately, the most attractive thing you’ve ever seen.

You should leave. You know you should. You are not supposed to be seeing this. But you’re still more than a little drunk, and Yoongi’s dick is pale and long and unfairly pretty. Precum leaks from the tip and he slows his pace just slightly, using his thumb to rub the wetness over the head of his dick. He gives a hoarse groan at the feeling and the sound thrums though you.

Your imagination takes off running before you can tell it not to. You wonder what it would feel like to replace the hand on his cock with your own. What other noises you might elicit from him if you were to tease your tongue up his shaft and then swallow him down.

His eyelashes flutter and you take a step back, bumping into the half-open door behind you and grabbing it to steady yourself. The movement is enough to make Yoongi open his eyes. When his gaze locks with yours, his pupils are blown black with lust. You swallow hard, and you see a flicker of recognition in his face as he processes that you’re in the room, too.

The gravity of the situation finally lands. “F-fuck, sorry!” You stutter, then you scramble to push the door open and back out of his lab as fast as you can.

You race to your desk, hands shaking, head reeling, and your heart feels like it’s about to beat out of your chest. What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck. Your mind instantly jumps to denial: maybe you’re still asleep at your desk. If this is a nightmare, you’d really like to wake up now.

You take a seat and do your best to steady your breathing and calm down. It’s fine, you tell yourself, it was a mistake. Just don’t think about it. Don’t think about Yoongi, or his dick, or his hands, or his mouth, or his tongue– it occurs to you that you’re in way too fucking deep here.

It’s been entire minutes of trying to get your shit together by the time you hear his door open again, but you’re no more composed than you were the second you sprinted down the hallway.

Yoongi is, remarkably, even quieter than usual. You drop your gaze when you hear his footsteps approach; there’s absolutely no way you can look at him right now. There’s a pause as he stops in front of your desk, and then after what feels like an eternity, he finally speaks.

“How did you know the code?”

You wince, still staring down at your lap. “Jungkook gave it to me. In case I needed it.”

“That traitor,” Yoongi huffs under his breath. You say nothing.

“Look,” he starts again with a sigh. “I–-obviously you weren’t supposed to see that. It’s just something that helps me, sometimes, to get unstuck. This is embarrassing. I really didn’t mean…”

You think he might actually be about to apologize for once in his life, but then he stops talking. You can feel him studying you, and you try to hide how badly your hands are trembling, how hot your face is, but that only makes both conditions worse.

Yoongi says your name like a question, but you shake your head and keep your gaze lowered. He can clearly tell now that you are completely unable to make eye contact with him.

“Don’t tell me that was the first dick you’ve ever seen.”

That makes your head snap up. “Shut up. I’ve seen dicks. Plenty.”

Yoongi gets a strange look in his dark eyes and flattens both of his palms on the front of your desk, leaning forward. He looks like he’s debating whether or not he should say something, and then he gives a little shrug. You can’t really blame him for foregoing the filter. You are still drunk, and you just saw his penis.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you liked what you saw.”

Your face drops and you swallow hard. You can’t help it.

His eyes widen. “Oh. Oh, wow. You seriously need to work on your poker face.”

“Shut up,” you hiss.

“This is incredibly useful information.”

“Stop talking, Yoongi.”

He rubs his hands together with a soft laugh. “Huh. Well. In any case, I’m done for tonight. Definitely can’t get back to it now. Would you like a ride home?”

You fix him in the most murderous glare you’re capable of. “I’d rather fucking walk. Barefoot. Through broken glass. In the ninth circle of hell–”

“Point taken. Let me get you another Uber then. It’s the least I can do.”

Your ego jumps to decline, but you have no idea how you’d get home otherwise. You wince at the thought of tonight’s bar tab and your rent bill that’s due tomorrow. You’re really not in the financial position to say no to a free ride.

“Fine.”

Yoongi schedules the car while you gather your things, and you’re almost out the door when your stomach turns and your knees go weak. You nearly twist an ankle in your heels as you scramble backwards towards your desk.

“Wait, wait, shit! The charge codes, Yoongi, the codes. Did you fix them? What time does the report run? Oh my god, I totally forgot. I’m so fucked.”

He watches you with a furrowed brow at first, then recognition lights up his face. “Oh, yes. The codes.”

Yoongi pauses for a moment with that infuriating expression, like he’s holding all the cards and trying to figure out how much he should tell you, then he slowly walks towards your desk to close the distance between you.

“Ahh, you’ve had a hard enough night, I won’t keep it going. I lied to you.”

“You what?” Your mouth goes dry.

“Your codes were perfect. Exceptional, really, especially for a first-timer.” He claps you on the back once and your stomach turns. “You’re a natural. Keep it up!”

There’s a rush of something in the back of your throat, and for a moment, you think you might be about to literally murder him. It’s only when you open your mouth that you realize what’s actually happening, and by then there’s no time to give a warning or do anything at all.

Helpless to stop it, you lean forward and puke your guts up all over his pristine sneakers.

A/N: just in case you want to suffer a little more, the song that gets me in yoongi's head at the end of this scene (and moving forward bc you KNOW he's about to ruin this poor girl's life sdklfjlsdkf) is fan behavior by isaac dunbar. so feel free to queue that one up and enjoy ;)

chapter two | masterlist | chapter four

#yoongi smut #yoongi angst #yoongi x reader #bts fanfic #bts x reader #here2bbtstrash #look down on me like that

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a-tortured-poet · 6 months

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the cleveland guardians (taylor’s version) aka specifically taylor swift lyrics that remind me of the boys (ty @lalaloobzy for the inspiration)

the last great american dynasty, but specifically the bridge: “they say she was seen on occasion, pacing the rocks, staring out on the midnight sea” - for some reason it just makes me think of that time when kip played for the cubs (i think?) and tipped his hat to the empty stands in cleveland during 2020 but also “and then it was bought by me” bc it implies a new era of chaotic energy (in the best way) within our organization

the great war: “there’s no morning glory, it was war it wasn’t fair” - this seems self explanatory

begin again: “i’ve been spending the last 8 months thinking all love ever does is break, and burn, and end. but on a wednesday, in a cafe, i watched it begin again” - this just makes me feel hopeful for the future? like when it’s a new season or we get new players, etc.

peace: “i’d give you my sunshine, give you my best, but the rain is always gonna come if you’re standing with me.” - aka we’re gonna try hard and have fun but we aren’t gonna win (for the most part)

long story short: “past me, i wanna tell you not to get lost in these petty things. your nemeses will defeat themselves before you get the chance to swing.” - this rly makes me think of like around 2022 alds time, it’s also something i wish i could go back and tell myself (especially as someone who is so ride or die for josh naylor, given the drama surrounding him at the time)

electric touch: “all i know is this could either break my heart, or bring it back to life.” - how i feel literally every game

change: literally the whole song but specifically “they might be bigger but we’re faster and never scared” - this also doesn’t need any explanation

the very first night: “we were built to fall apart. we broke the status quo, then we broke each other’s hearts” -we defy everyone’s expectations and then we lose right after

forever winter: “live my life scared to death, he’ll decide to leave instead” - josé ramírez, do i need to explain further than that? hoax: “you know i left a part of me back in new york. you knew the hero died so what’s the movie for? you knew it still hurts underneath my scars from when they pulled me apart.” - OUCHHH 2022 alds ☹️

dear reader *i couldn’t narrow it down to just one lyric for this so here are multiple*:

“you don’t have to answer just ‘cause they asked you”

“bend when you can, snap when you have to”

“you wouldn’t take my word for it if you knew who was talking”

“my friends found friends who care, no one sees when you lose when you’re playing solitaire.” - ALL of the above are josey and you cannot tell me im wrong

the archer: “who could ever leave me darling? but who could stay” and the entire “they see right through me, they see right through me” part - bc no fr…who COULD stay?

castles crumbling: “now they’re screaming at the palace front gates, used to chant my name, now they’re screaming that they hate me.” and “you don’t want to know me, i will just let you down” - ever since this came out it has literally played in my head every time one of the boys is expected to be the ‘hero’ in a precarious situation but ultimately fucks up/we don’t win/etc

look what you made me do: “honey i rose up from the dead, i do it all the time” and “all i think about is karma” - just waiting for karma to do its thing towards anyone who has wronged us 🤷‍♀️

#genuinely nobody cares #but i like explaining it - also sorry for the long post #mlb baseball #baseball #cleveland guardians #taylor swift #music

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yukiwrites · 2 years

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Azura, Regretting

Thank you so much for the support as always, @xpegasusuniverse! This was a very emotional one, so I hope you like it~

Summary: After Felicia found her deceased sister, Flora, again, in Askr, many such encounters were bound to happen one way or another. A male Corrin bonding with a female Corrin who made different choices... and now, perhaps, they could even meet the one they thought they never would see again...

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Askr sometimes was a refuge.

A refuge to Heroes who denied their home worlds, or a refuge for those who wished to see what lay beyond their own choices, in another world.

Many came and went as a passing wind, only to lend their strength for a short while and quickly return to where they belong, eager to continue writing their own story.

Many came and stayed a bit longer; studying, bettering themselves for the battles they would suffer ahead of them.

Many, still, came and chose to stay. Stay to give everything they had, stay to redeem their lost selves back in their home worlds. Stay to seek refuge, or to give it to those who needed it.

Some came and went to their worlds daily, through a special portal connected to Breidablik. Their stories had been written and now they had to act on the consequences of their choices — to rule, to guide, to be the one people depend on.

Those were Corra and Rin — the Princess and Prince Corrin, from the Conquest and Birthright worlds, respectively. To avoid confusion amongst the Heroes, the two Corrins from different worlds added to the nicknames given to them.

It sounded rather fitting, as parts of the single name they shared, so the two didn’t mind the aliases at all. Instead, they welcomed it. Since they enjoyed spending time together more and more, the new names made them feel as though they were truly siblings — twins, even.

Between themselves, they could share their grief, their regrets and think about what they could have done better to avoid all of the losses they had to suffer.

It was only between themselves that they could truly and fully open up their hearts, as they knew that the family they left back in their worlds would worry ceaselessly about them should they ever voice their true thoughts. Besides, saying it all out loud would mean ignoring all the sacrifices others have made so they could walk along their chosen path.

No, those words were only meant for their own ears to hear.

Askr was a refuge to them. One where they could truly be themselves, amongst themselves.

As the Prince and Princess shared some tea under Flora’s distant gaze (she had been waiting on them ever since they first met, so she knew to mind her distance), Felicia tripped at the corner she was just turning.

“Ack-ou-ouchhh,” she whimpered, but quickly got up to her feet. “W-wait, no time to waste! Flora! My Lady!”

“Shush, Felicia. Can’t you see the Lord and Corra are having a conversation?” Flora quickly pulled on Felicia’s arm as the pink-haired maid tried to run past her.

“B-but this is important! I just saw!” She panted, her eyes as wide as they could get. From their seats, Corra and Rin looked at the scene with awe. “Kiran summoning-”

“Are you alright, Felicia?” Corra got up first and asked in a loud voice.

“My Ladyyy-'' Felicia struggled a bit in her sister’s grip, but soon managed to slip away. “Kiran just summoned her! Lady- Lady Azura!!”

“What?!”

“Azura?!”

Corra and Rin jumped in their skins, exchanged glances and ran up to the clumsy maid. “Is that true? Is that- truly? Our Azura?” Corra took both of Felicia’s hands.

The Princess’ touch was cold, though Felicia wouldn’t be able to discern it well.

“Flora, can- can you,” Rin wet his mouth more than once, his complexion paling by the second. “Can you check…”

The maid bowed respectfully. “Of course, my Lord. Just one moment.” She turned on her heel and left to the Summoning Grounds.

Meanwhile, Felicia tried to remember the details Corra asked, though she was getting overwhelmed.

“Um, I think she looked the same? I mean, maybe?”

“What was she wearing? Was she pale? She looked so sickly the last time… the last time I saw her.” Corra whispered the last bit with a pained voice, sharing the twinge of pain Rin also felt in his heart.

In his world, Rin had watched Azura die right in front of him. She had turned into dust, consumed by the power of the necklace she drew power from. To him, hearing that she was here, in the flesh, was… shocking news to say the least.

The Prince controlled his shaking hands as much as he could, barely listening to what Corra and Felicia were saying.

“I think she was… yeah, she definitely had a pegasus with her!” Felicia snapped her fingers as if she had made the discovery of the century. “I couldn’t see well from the all the lights, but I’m sure I saw her pulling some reins from within the portal…”

“A pegasus?” Rin lifted the gaze he had fixed on the floor. “She was… she mounted a pegasus in my world, for a time.”

Not at all disappointed that the Azura in Askr might not be from her world, Corra turned to Rin with a shaky smile, tears apparent in her face. “Maybe she’s the one from your world. You know, before…”

“Yes…” Rin bit his lower lip, feeling his nose tingling. “We should,” he looked from the women to the direction Flora went towards, desperately needing a push to give the first step.

“We do. We should go check.” Corra sniffled, then nodded. “Felicia, can you lead the way?”

“What? Oh, of course, my Lady! Let’s go!” The maid cheerfully nodded, turning on her heel to follow her sister’s exact footsteps toward the Summoning Grounds.

On the way there, they met Flora herself who was on her way back. Her face was serious as always, but carried a tinge of worry on her brow.

Rin’s steps slowed down as he saw her expression. “Flora? Did you talk to her?”

Flora nodded with a puzzled expression. “I did, my Lord, but something felt out of place, somehow. I can’t quite put my finger into it.”

Corra and Rin exchanged anxious glances.

Seeing that, Flora took a short breath and adjusted her posture. “Perhaps it would be better to talk to her in person? I’ve arranged for you to meet at the gazebo over there,” she pointed to a garden in the distance, over which a magnificent pegasus flew about, happily and free.

Under the gazebo, they could see the signature long, long, long and flowy blue hair that only one person they knew of carried.

It was her.

It was Azura.

“Can I see you smile for me?” Rin could hear the wind carry her voice. “One more smile… before I go.” Her weak, just beyond a whisper, voice sang as she disappeared.

“No…! I can’t do it…” he whimpered, repeating the same words he told her at that time.

Tears streamed down his face now and then as he had touched her outstretched hand and forced a smile just to please his friend during her last moments.

“That’s right,” she had gasped, “lovely…” were her last words to him. To his tear-stained smile.

And yet, oh and yet, there she stood, up and proudly as she wore a more brilliant and gallant garment than ever before.

The sunlight shone on Azura and through her, giving her a permanent glow that only those who carried a strong blessing could house.

Rin inadvertently leaped on ahead as light enveloped her, fearing he would watch her disappear right in front of him one more time. “Azura!!!” He bellowed with a voice he never knew he was capable of mustering.

Azura turned to her name being called and greeted the approaching man with a smile. “Oh, Corrin, there you are!” Her voice, clear as water, didn’t carry any of the exhaustion Rin was familiar with. “Flora spoke to me just now about you wanting to meet… are you alright? You look deathly pale!” She approached carefully once he halted mere three steps from her.

Her touch on his cheek was warm, so warm…

“A-Azura…” he hiccuped, squeezing his eyes shut so he could truly feel her touch on his skin. “You’re- you’re truly here…”

“Of course I’m here, Corrin, why wouldn’t I be? We just met-”

“Azura!!” Corra called, following Rin’s steps towards her. “It's really you…! You disappeared without trace back then, so I thought- I figured… Oh, Azura…!” She sobbed, hiding her face under both hands.

Visibly confused, Azura looked from one Corrin to the other.

They were of different genders, but they truly felt like the same person.

“Perhaps, she is also…” Azura whispered, though Rin nodded as he still held her hand over his cheek.

“She’s Corrin, too.”

“Then you…” She lifted his gaze to meet hers, seeing in them a cloud of regret that wasn’t present in the Prince Corrin from her world.

No, the Corrin from her world was King. He was King of Valla, the world they managed to restore after going through many, many hardships.

This Corrin in front of her — no, both of these Corrins — they had cracks in their spirits.

They were barely holding on.

As the both of them sobbed quietly, each holding one of her hands, Azura’s heart broke.

Most likely, in their worlds… She had died. Consumed by the curse just like her own mother had been right in front of her.

It had been a fate she had made peace with, as she never had anyone to confide with nor anyone to rely on. Hers was too tall of an ordeal to do it on her own, so for most of her life she had carried her burden alone, ready to quietly dissolve into nothingness along with her mother.

It was only after the Corrin of her world decided to believe in her and side with her against all odds that she managed to finally make her life-long wish come true: to free her home world from its curse and put it back on its path of restoration.

Looking at the Prince and Princess in front of her, however, she could see how truly lucky she had been. She was one of the many Azuras who managed to live. The one who managed to fulfill her goal and make a proper resting place for her mother’s spirit.

To these two… she had died trying. She had died without ever managing to take a step towards her dream.

“You’re-” Rin croaked out after settling down his emotions, gulping down his tears. “You’re not my Azura, are you? The one-” his voice died, unable to utter the following words.

“I…” Azura couldn’t bear to look at him — to see the same face he was used to seeing with a bright countenance wearing that cloud of regret like a coat filled her with woe.

Corra kept quiet as she helt Azura’s hand with both of her own. To Corra, who did not witness Azura’s dissolution, she was glad to be able to have hope that her own Azura would appear someday.

If not back home in Nohr, at least in this refuge named Askr…

“I…” Azura hesitated, biting her lower lip. She looked down as she squeezed both of her hands in their hold. “Forgive me, I am not the Azura you know.”

Even though they were expecting it, hearing it from her own mouth was quite a blow. Their shoulders sagged visibly and their heads hung low as each one whispered a sad ‘I see’ under their breaths.

“What,” Corra started, struggling to get the words out, “what is your world like? Is your Corrin anything like us?”

“...” Azura’s heart cried in pain. The truth would only shatter their spirits even more. However, was lying the solution? What could she ever, ever say to soothe the desperation they oh so strongly tried to suppress?

“Azura?” Rin nudged her hand, making her look up at him.

“I’m sorry, I… I was the only one.” She couldn’t bear it. There was no way to tell them that everything was alright in her world.

It would break them, gnaw at them from within.

To her response, they both gasped audibly. “We didn’t… make it?” They exchanged glances.

Azura simply looked down, biting her lower lip.

To the Corrins, that was all the confirmation they needed.

Corra sniffled as Rin squeezed Azura’s hand even more. “So your world, too… So many sacrifices were made,” Corra cried silently.

Unable to bear it, Azura squeezed their hands back. “May I… sing a song for you?” She asked as a lump grew in her throat. “For us meeting here.”

Both Corrins blinked in surprise, but smiled weakly as they nodded in agreement.

“We would love to hear you sing again, Azura.” Corra said, clutching her chest.

“Rather, it’s something I’ve always wanted to listen to, for a long, long time…” Rin hiccuped, taking a step back to give Azura the space she needed.

With a broken heart and a heavy mouth, Azura took a deep breath to focus on the ode to the failed choices and the hymn of hope that blossomed in her chest.

For those who sought refuge in a world that connected many others.

For those who, little by little, one day will come to terms with their choices.

For them, she would sing.

Sing, until her song was needed no more.

#feh #fire emblem heroes #fire emblem fates #corrin fire emblem #azura fire emblem #my writings #yuki's commissions

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luminecho · 3 years

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Have another Four angst idea ^u^

Shadow comes back and Four is absolutely overjoyed about this. The other Links, however, are not. Cue several of the heroes who have fought Dark/Shadow Links being super distrustful of Shadow and just waiting for him to snap and hurt them all. They try to tell Four to not trust Shadow so easily, but of course he doesn't listen. Shadow starts to feel unwelcome and nervous around the group, only trusting Four and the very few members of the group who don't care that he's a shadow link. This causes a rift in the group, and maybe eventually it just gets too much and Four makes the decision to take Shadow and leave with whoever wants to come with. Let the group live with their choices ^u^

Now the question is: how would such a story end?

[This was supposed to be a plot for a group fic, but i think by now, everyone or almost everyone who was going to work on it have left the fandom. I've taken some of this idea and incorporated it into a fic of mine, but the original idea was so much more painful, so now I give it to you.]

OOOOOO

The whole rift between the entire group thing is so good, mannnn. I haven’t seen it too often in many fics. The mix between that and general bad reactions to Shadow is so interesting omg.

I wonder who would be on what side… I feel like the group for Shadow might include Twilight, Sky, and Wind, and the group against might include Warriors and Hyrule. Not sure where Time and Legend would fall…

And what a difficult choice that would be for Four, ouchhh

How would it end… VERY good question that I don’t quite have the answer to

With the group split up they’re all more vulnerable than they are when they’re all together. What that means for them, I don’t know. But that’s the direction my train of thought went.

The comfort writer in me says to give it a happy ending, but who knows lol.

For a good ending, the first thing my mind jumped to is the group that’s against Shadow ending up being ambushed by Dark Link and severely outnumbered & overpowered. The other group catches wind of this somehow and shows up to save them, thus Shadow possibly proving himself to the others that he’s trustworthy? Not super interesting but it’s the first thing that came to mind. It would still be vveeerrryyy bumpy, though. That sort of broken trust isn’t easily repaired.

For a bad ending… all the Links were brought together for a reason, so if they all decide not to work together anymore… it probably wouldn’t end well, for them or the timeline.

#not the most interesting of ideas but it’s all my mind is supplying me with at the moment lmao #you guys are giving Shadow all the angst this morning huh lol #unfortunate that your group left the fandom though #but thank you for sharing the idea 👀👀#I would steal this if I wasn’t working on a different shadow-centric multichapter already #lol #//#answered echoes #silverdragonms #angst cw #lu #linkeduniverse

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jlf23tumble · 3 years

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I’d love to know you’re very most favorite 1D/Harry fics! Like the ones you’ve read over and over. Or if you’re not a re-reader, the ones you think back to often! Your ride or die fics, as it were.

You’re so sweet!! I am definitely a re-reader, mainly because I’ll see a picture, and it just makes me want to at least skim a fave fic, but this one’s a tough one, mainly because some of my faves have been deleted and/or their authors have left the D terrordome, which is fine, I have the PDFs clutched tightly to my chest, it just skews my final tally. It’s also hard because if I loved a fic, odds are I loved at least three other fics the author wrote, too, and none of us have that kind of scrolling time (well, clearly some of us do, lmaoooo, amirite?). Back to your question, though! To keep it under control, I created my own “21 Club,” but I cheated a bit and made it represent authors who have a lot of other fic I love, too, so you can’t go wrong digging in deeper. Puttin’ it under the cut!

No Control, thegirlwthekittentattoo, 2.6k, harry/louis. Anytime I see Harry's latest Rolling Stone shoot, I think of this fic, it has THAT level of power over me, plus it really makes me want to name my bra and give it the respect it deserves.

nobody knows like me, enbyharry/ @non-binharry, 3.5k, harry/louis. The tenderness and angst and sunshine and vintage summer of this fic!! Asia has a gift of making any of their fics feel a certain ~way, all of them different, but the vibes in this one, the gender of it all, truly next level.

all my lies are safe beside you now, HappyPrincess, 3.6k, harry/zayn. If you want to ACHE over fic, Nin's your author, any pairing, but there's something about this one, this Zayn, the way it makes you want to weep, so much beautiful ouchhh (a motif across a lot of their fic, gorgeous gorgeous gorgeous).

sensitive to pressure, momentofclarity/ @gaycousinlarry, 4k, harry/louis. Whew, my god, do I want to read so much more of the sweat and pube kink in this fic, @pubefest2020 had so many GREATS, but this one stuck with me for days.

mon petit, little one, publunchesownmyass, 5.6k, harry/louis. Big win for fans of recreational drug use and that chicken sweater! This author *delivered* last summer, and a lot of their fics are disappearing, so run don’t walk!

Only Thing That Can Quench My Thirst, eyesofshinigami, 6.5k, harry/louis. This is THE pube fic of all pube fics, I think about it all the time, it actually inspired @pubefest2020, and I personally begged the author to write more for it, but she was tied up (and very lovely in general to chat with). God, I love it so much.

Desperate Measures, sulkingroom, 6.9k, jeff/harry/glenne. This one hits different after all those great pictures from the wedding in Santa Barbara. That bathrobe!! I've actually read another tremendous Jeff/Harry/Glenne, but I'm gonna give it up for my fellow Pisces because I just love anything Melissa writes.

Are You Gonna Be My Girl? LoadedGunn, 7.5k, harry/louis. Everyone seems to have a specific fave of this author’s, but this one’s my eternal fave, Harry role-playing as Louis's first girlfriend.

One day to believe in you, mediaville, 7.7k, harry/louis. The way the dynamics in this story are written feels so very 2016, but the entire concept of Louis being cursed to tell the truth is just god-tier.

call me anything you like, but my name is, wishforwishes, 9.9k, harry/chasm. I rec it all the time, but I stg, I stare at the wall about it all the time, too, so there's that! The way this begins and ends with Zayn really does it for me.

give you my fever, beautlouis, 10k, harry/louis. I want to say this was one of the first fics I read in this fandom, and on one hand, it's so wildly outlandish but on the other it's so incredibly GREAT. I really struggled about which beautlouis fic to pick, so let’s just go with some firsts on every front, lol.

it ain't trickin' if ya got it, sarcasticfluentry, 10.7k, harry/louis. God, i wish this fic still had the pictures/tweets embedded, but no matter, I will rec this for every remote reason I can ever possibly think of, it’s that high on my list.

Tuxedo Dress-Up, Blake, 11.9k, harry/louis I swear, THIS is the fic I'd save in a fire, just the way they're both characterized is spot on, plus all the houses Louis shows him are so specifically SoCal, it just feels like home. Louis's exasperation does it for me, too.

Take Our Bodies Higher, @littlelouishiccups, 21k, harry/louis. LISTEN, I love phone sex operator Louis with every fiber of my being, but phone sex operator Harry? The way the client becomes the talker? HOO BOY, the last chapter, too, incredible.

precious little thing, mercutionotromeo, 21k, harry/louis. There he is! Phone sex operator Louis, at your service, but honestly the number of kinks covered here, nicely done (and another author whose work made this a truly tough call, heh).

Nothing You Can Do..., Teumessian, 28k, harry/louis. aka, the Pinterest fic, an eternal fave and so far ahead of its time in so many ways.

hush., Wankerville, 41k, harry/louis. I always struggle to think about which fic would be THE fic at the top of my list, and let me just say, this one's an eternal contender.

Tied Down, @ham-palpert, 48k, harry/louis. I will never stop rec'ing this, I also loved the author's moodboard for it, everything about it is so incredibly cinematic! A movie I'd watch!

Harry Styles Cooks..., sunsetmog, 61k, harry/louis. Yes, it's still a wip that hasn't updated in a year, and yes, this author has written the lourry fic of my dreams, but I don't care, I love this story, it’s the best crack fic ever.

Time Passed, coffinofachimera/ @belialsmiracles, 66k, harry/louis. DEAR GOD, read this fic and see if you can listen to Fine Line or see photos of Tokyo Harry the same way again, a MASTERPIECE.

Turning Page, purpledaisy, 67k, harry/louis. Harry's filming Dunkirk, and Louis's a scarred football star, and this reads like a goddamned movie, it sounds like a song.

(I truly do have way too many other fics and authors I love, but I had to keep this down to something manageable, and these were top-of-my-head ready!)

#fic rec #one direction #i have a lot of thoughts about scrolling and exhaustion and anxiety and general fandom shitcannery #but this is not the place for it nosiree!#i even kept one of my faves from my fave off this list #because she's dealing with stupid fandom shit #but these are great i promise! ;)#when i say thoughts i mean hot takes #unpopular ones too!

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fatrainbowmermaidunicorn · 4 years

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Kindred Spirit (Taehyung X You) (ONESHOT)

A/N: The full version of the Taehyung fanfic, but I changed it a little from the preview I posted. Hope its okay 😘 also, im not sure whats an "er of their marriage" means exactly? But i take it their life after marriage? Ill make an epilogue of that soon! 😘

"Ive been an idol for years Y/N and you have never once come to see me perform? Dont you know people would die for all the free passes and tickets I left for you?!" Her bestfriend grumbles, hands crossed over his chest, his pout over an inch long.

Y/N laughs.

"Thats why I said you should give it to someone else thats actually have time to go watch you,"

"But you are my best friend. BESTFRIEND Y/N. How is is possible you never once saw me perform? And you dont even know any of my bandmates? How is that possible??" Yoongi keeps on grumbling in disbelief.

"Well.. Min Yoongi. I can give you an answer. Because I'm busy with real life okay. You know my appa wants me to take over soon. You know I dont do it on purpose right?" Y/N pouts, hoping if shes cute enough, or looks guilty enough Yoongi would actually forgive her.

"Nope. Your puppy face wont cut it this time,"

Damn.

"You are coming. And if I dont see you cheering your ass off tomorrow night, front row, our friendship is over. Over I say!"

And thats is why Y/N is running and pushing through the excited crowd of boys and girls in the stadium, trying to find her section. She made it! She almost didnt, but almost didnt matter. Shes here now. All dressed in her work clothes, with what is supposed to be called an Army Bomb in her hand, something that her secretary shoved in her bag earlier, saying its a must have for an Army. She dont even know what an Army is!

As the show starts, Y/N jumps to the music, smiling proudly everytime Yoongi make an appearance. She has heard him rapped before, but she never seen him this charismatic. Its as if the man on stage is not even the dorky Yoongi she has known for years. And his band members... wow. All so talented, all so good looking.

As the concert ended, Y/N makes her way backstage, flashing the pass Yoongi gave her and make her way through series of dressing room, trying to find the one where the boys are in.

"Must be this one," she followed the door that has the most sound and lights to find the boys chatting, congratulating each other. "Uh, Yoongi?" Y/N calls out softly, feeling awkward. Is she even supposed to be here?

"Oh you are here. God, cant believe you actually made it!" Yoongi rushed over and gave her a tight hug. "Wait, I'll introduce you to the others, but I need to change my pants first. Wait here, dont move!" Before she could say anything, Yoongi has already ran off.

"Uh.. okay. Ill stay here I guess," she moved herself timidly to a corner and stands awkwardly, hoping no one would notice her. But wishes dont always come true.

"Hey, uh..." a guy, a very handsome guy, who Y/N recognizes as one of Yoongi's band members, but cant be sure who, approached her.

"Uh.. yes? A-am I not supposed to be here? Im sorry. Im just waiting for Y-"

"Oh, no. I just want to ask you. Wheres the bathroom?"

"Huh?" Y/N looks at the guy curiously. Is he for real? He had a three day back to back concert here and today is the third day. And he doesnt know where the bathroom is? And he is asking... her? Y/N laughs before answering. So weird.

"Uh.. I-"

Smack.

"You know very well where the bathroom is you idiot. What are you talking about?" Yoongi who just came back smacked the guy's head.

"Ouchhh, hyunggg," he pouted, rubbing his head.

"Serves you right. Thats the worse and most cringy pick up line ever!"

"Hyunggggg, shut upppp," the guy eyed Y/N shyly and glares at his hyung and turn his attention back on her. "S-sorry. I just wanted to talk to you but I dont want to scare you off," he grins sheepishly.

"Oh, its okay. Im not a stalker. I'm here because Yoongs invited me. I'm Y/N," she hands out her hand for a handshake. "And no, I dont know where the bathroom is," she giggles.

Yoongi rolls his eye and smacks his forehead at the lame attempt of flirting the younger man is doing.

"Hi Y/N. I'm Taehyung," he grips her hand and shakes it. "Kim Taehyung. And I'm the guy you will be having coffee with tonight," he grins.

/////

"Okay, so do you have a boyfriend?"

"No appa, I dont," Y/N sighs, frustrated.

"Then uh.... do you not like men? I mean, Im okay with that sweetheart, as long as you are happy..."

Y/N smile a little. Her appa is the most adorable man ever existed.

"Appa, no!" She giggles.

"Okay, okay. Im just asking. You know I will support you always princess," her appa smile and she can see a small sigh of relieve. "Then what is it sweetheart? Why are you so against this marriage with Hyun Dae?"

"Well, for one, I think arranged marriage is so old school appa," she pouts. "We are not living in the 60s or 20s or whatever year you and eomma are from,"

"How old do you think we are? The 20s?!" Her appa laughs. "Arranged marriage is not so bad you know,"

"Its not bad at all. I actually found the love of my life," her eomma gets up from the couch and link arms with her husband. "Although he is quite annoying at first," she laughs. Y/N's appa leans and kiss the top of her mothers head.

"Its the best decision ever," he smiles.

Y/N roll her eyes. It is well known between their family, friends and community that her parents are as in love as ever. They were from two wealthy family, arranged to be married, and lucky for them, they were each other soulmates.

"Appa, eomma, just because you two are lucky doesnt mean everyone is,"

"But sweetheart, Hyun Dae is everything a man can be. Hes very kind, smart, hes taking over his appa's business, he loves animals, arts, kids. Everything that you like. And plus, you two are quite close too. Why are you so against it?"

Y/N sighs.

"I dont know. Maybe a little part of me wants that traditional love story you know? To fall madly in love with someone and then get married?" She sighs and lays her head on her elbow. Her parents look at each other before her eomma approached her slowly, stroking her hair slowly.

"Sweetheart... are you in love with someone?"

"Well..." Y/N scratched her neck, avoiding their intrusive eyes. Her lips immediately curl into a small smile as an image immediately pops inside her head. Boxy smile, deep voice, always happy, positive outlook on everything. The one guy who made her deeply fall in love.

"Oh my dear, who is it? Why didnt you tell us?" Her eomma smile widely, clapping her hand in excitement.

"Well.. its uh.. because I dont know if he feels the same way..."

"Have you told him yet? Whoever this lucky person is?" Her appa take a step closer to her, smiling. His princess' happiness is everything to him.

"N-no. Not yet. I dont know. Should I?"

"You should sweetheart. Or how else would he know? And he most definitely feels the same way,"

"Do you think so appa?"

"I know so," he smiles. "Who in the world wouldnt fall in love with you sweetheart?"

Y/N smiles. Her parents are the best.

"Then I'll tell him. I'll tell him tomorrow,"

/////

"I like you Taehyung,"

A few moments past without either one saying anything. The air that pricks her skins feels colder. But nothing is colder that Taehyung's stare that is emotionless in front of her right now.

"Uh.. what? I heard you wrong I think," he laughs awkwardly.

"I... like you Taehyung,"

"Well, I like you too. Of course. You are one of my closest friends," Taehyung smiles. Y/N feels her heart suffocating but still puts on a brave face. Maybe he dont understand what she meant. Taehyung can be oblivious sometimes.

"I like you Taehyung," Y/N says it much clearer this time. "I.. love you. I love you Kim Taehyung. Like for real,"

"Listen..," he sighs after a few moment of silence. "I'm really flattered that you uh.. have feelings for me. And I know we have developed some degree of friendship, but... you thats what you are... just a friend," he looks at her with his deep gaze. "Yoongi's hyung friend to be exact,"

"Yoongi's friend?" Y/N looks at him, eyes filled with confusion. "After all this time. Is that all I am to you Tae? Your hyung's friend?"

"You know what I mean Y/N. You know how we met-"

"Yeah, I know how we met Tae.. but I though after all these time and moments we had..."

"That I would think of you as more? That I would fall in love with you?" Taehyung sighs. "I'm sorry if you felt like I lead you on. Thats just me. I'm just friendly. Im this way with everyone. But come on Y/N. Look at the facts. How can I be with you? I'm a worldstar, and you are well... you,"

Y/N felt like Taehyung just stabbed hee heart a million times. What does he mean that shes just.. her? Whats so wrong about being her?

"I enjoy our friendship, our interaction Y/N, but no more than that. And I am sorry to say that I am in a relationship. We havent gone public yet, but we are planning to, by this week,"

"I-in a relationship? With who Tae? A-and you didnt even bother to tell me? After all the time we spent together?" Y/N feels like screaming, but she knows she has no right to do so. All she can do is hold in her tears that can easily burst at any time.

"I think you know her," he smiles. Oblivious to the pain that Y/N is feeling. "Oraia. The new idol,"

"Oraia?" Oh Y/N knows the girl perfectly well. Pretty, fashionable, great at singing, dancing. Any guy would kill to have her. Including Taehyung it seems.

"I-I have to know Tae. W-why her? H-how?" Y/N managed to choked out her question.

"Oraia is the perfect girl for me," Taehyung smile at the thoughts of her, proving how in love he is, making Y/N's heart breaks even more. "An idol, beautiful, talented, shes basically the female version of me. So I'm sorry, but you..." Taehyung stops, trying to find the right word to describe what hes saying. "You and me Y/N... we are just worlds apart,"

"You are not a worldstar when I met you. You are not that like this when I met you," Y/N said softly, holding in tears. "We are not that much different from each other Tae,"

Taehyung gave a sad smile, no, a pity smile, before standing up, ready to leave.

"You can think whatever you want Y/N. But if you ever think we can be together..." he sighs and looks at her and gave her another pity smile. "If only things were different. In another world, maybe we would have been together.Goodbye Y/N,"

/////

Y/N closes her eyes, tears rolling down both her cheeks, already mixed together with the pouring rain as she walks home. Maybe the rain will wash away her feelings for Taehyung. Her stupid feelings for Taehyung. Different world? Taehyung's world is what she wanted to avoid her whole life. Glitz, glamour, fame, riches... Y/N cries out as loud as her heart wanted, thankful no one can hear her in the heavy rain. Shes just not enough for him. Thats the real reason. And she will never be for Kim Taehyung.

Days passed and Y/N has been locked up in her room ever since that disasterous day. Her parents have given up trying to find out what happen and finally left her alone.

And this week is finally the week Y/N dread the most. All the entertainment news, magazines, gossip websites are buzzing with the announcement that has just been made all week.

Y/N looks at the glossy pictures of the scattered tabloids in front of her again. The intimate pictures getting blurry as her eyes gets wetter. Taehyung's voice replayed in her brain like a broken record.

"An idol, beautiful, talented, shes basically the female version of me. So I'm sorry, but you..." Taehyung stops, trying to find the right word to describe what hes saying. "You and me Y/N... we are just worlds apart,"

With a deep breath, she crumples the pages that reflects the beautiful relationship that is Taehyung and Oraia, wipe her eyes and walked downstairs to where her parents are drinking tea, enjoying their evening in their luxurious lounge.

"Oh Y/N. You are finally out. How are you feeling honey? Want to join us sweetheart?" Her mother looked up from the magazine shes reading and smile, her father the same, offering her a seat besides them.

"N-no. Thanks though. And I feel better," she gave a small smile. "Eomma, appa, I have something to tell you guys," she said, heart beating fast.

"What is it honey?"

"Appa, eomma, I have thought it through. I agree to your proposal. I agree with the arranged marriage to Hyun Dae,"

Her parents looks at each other, surprised.

"Sweetheart, are you sure? You dont have to rush into this. You should take your time and think i-"

"No appa. I am sure this time," she gave a smile, hoping it would convince them. "I want to marry Hyun Dae. I think he and I will make a very happy marriage,"

"W-well.." her eomma looks unsure. "Okay.. then,"

"If you are sure sweetheart. Then we will start setting it up," her appa stood up and hugs her. "Just know that we both love you so much and want nothing but your happiness,"

Y/N nods slowly, tears brimming in her eyes, softly she whispers,

"Me too appa, me too..,"

/////

Tupp. Tupp.

Y/N looks over the sliding door that opens up to her huge balcony. What is that sound? Panicking, she grab the first thing she can reach, a hairbrush, and walk slowly to the glass sliding door.

Tupp. Tupp.

The sound continue. Taking a deep breath she bravely slides open the door.

"Ouchhh," she rubs her head. "What the hell?" She looks around to find what hit her. "A pebble?"

"Oh no, did I hit you?" A voice called out. Y/N looks over the balcony.

"Hyun Dae? What are you doing here? Its 2am!"

"I, uh.. I want to talk to you," he grins.

"Theres this thing call a telephone you know? Or a front door? Havent use one of those?" She glares and Hyun Dae laughs.

"Sorry. I just thought this Romeo and Juliet shit is romantic you know?" He laughs and Y/N rolls her eyes. "Can you come down? Lets take a walk in your garden,"

"Come down from here? Like Rapunzel?!"

Hyun Dae laughs. "Oh my god, how are you so adorable? Of course not! Use the front door silly,"

Y/N giggles. "Okay. Be right there,"

A few minutes later, they were strolling in Y/N's family flower garden, inhaling the fresh night air.

"So? What is it you want to talk about that cant wait until daylight?"

"Well," Hyun Dae stop walking and pull her hand, sitting her down on the stone bench. "I just want to do it properly and formally," he smiles and kneels down in front of her, holding her hand.

Y/N looks at him, both nervous and confused.

"Y/N, you dont know how truly happy, grateful, excited, speechless, ecstatic I am that you agreed to marry me. I have been in love with you since forever," he smiles and blush slightly. "And I know this is just an arranged marriage to you, and you dont love me. But right here, right now, I promise you, that I will make you the happiest girl alive, that I will love you despite everything and anything, and everything you wish for princess, is my command,"

Y/N feels her heart beats faster.

"L/N Y/N, will you marry me and make me the luckiest man ever lived?"

Without a doubt, without a single second of hesitation, she nodded.

"Yes, yes, definitely yes,"

/////

"You look distracted. Whats wrong?" Yoongi glance at Taehyung whos just staring blankly at his mirror as they are changing and cleaning up their makeup.

"Uh... nothing hyung," Taehyung quickly pretends to clean up his things.

"Its not nothing. You have been distracted for a few weeks now. I didnt want to say anything because I thought you would snap out of it but its just getting worse,"

"Its really nothing hyung!" Taehyung snaps and plop down on his chair, sighing. Yoongi shrugs and decide to give him some space. "Err.. hyung?"

"Yeah?"

"Why..uh... why doesnt Y/N come over to our shows anymore?" Taehyung finally open up his mouth to ask. Since that first time they met, she has always been around, cheering for them, right at the front row. But after her confession, he didnt see her anymore. Yeah, he felt bad about what he said and he tried calling, texting, video calling.. but nothing. Shes totally ignoring him. He wanted to meet her at her house, or her work place, until he realized he didnt know where to go. In fact, he didnt know anything about her. All the time they hung out, he only always talk about him. His life, his problems. Him. As if its that interesting. He sighs again.

Yoongi side eyed him.

"Is that what disturbing you? Y/N?"

"N-no. Im just curious,"

"Oh, okay then. Then the answer is, I dont want to tell you," Yoongi picks up his stuff and walk off.

Of course. Of course his hyung knows. Yoongi and Y/N are best friends afterall. Taehyung sighs. Well, maybe he deserves this. But still... he doesnt want to admit it to anybody, even himself, but deep down, he miss her. Really miss her.

/////

"Okay guys, lets go. We need to get ready," Namjoom clap his hands as a way to make his members make their way to the dressing room. Its awards season finally, and they need to get ready for their stage. Taehyung makes his way with his hyung to the back of the stage, wishing for all this to be over soon. He really wants to just rest his head.

As he was putting on the final touches he turns to the door and saw Y/N standing there, all dressed in a beautiful gown, fit for an award show. His first thought is, wow, and the second is that his eyes are playing tricks on him. But as Y/N makes her way inside and hugs Yoongi, he knows this is reality. Taehyung smiles. He cant help it. Did Yoongi told her about what he said a few days back and now shes here to see him?

Taehyung walks over the moment he gets the chance to get her alone.

"Hey," Taehyung smiles.

"Um.. hey," Y/N smiles awkwardly.

"So, why are you here? You miss me or something? Or are you stalking me?" He laughs.

"No, I'm actually h-"

"Hey baby, there you are. The crew said you went in first," A handsome guy, and obviously a chaebol makes his way to them, giving Y/N a kiss on the cheek and hugging her waist.

"Hi babe," she smiles. "Yeah, I went in to see Yoongi. Its time you meet my mysterious bestie,"

Taehyung was silenced, eyeing the man up and down. Baby? Cheek kissing? Waist hugging? Who is this guy?

"Oh is this Yoongi?" He smiles and held out a hand. Taehyung took it reluctantly.

"Oh no no. This is Kim Taehyung. Hes uh... Yoongi's band member,"

Yoongi's band member? Thats all he is??

"Oh okay. Hi, I'm Hyun Dae," he smiles and shakes Taehyung's hand before hugging Y/N's waist again. Taehyung felt like pulling off his arm, and he dont know why he felt that way.

"Lets go meet Yoongi," Y/N smiles and bows to him and move over to Yoongi, leaving Taehyung still staring at them. Once Yoongi and Hyun Dae are caught up in a conversation, Taehyung immediatly grab Y/N by the elbow and drag her to the side.

"Ouchh. What the hell Tae?!"

"Are you seriously this petty?" Taehyung scoffs.

"Petty?? What are you even talking about?"

"Fine, I rejected you. So now you are bringing this... this... stuck up someone here for what? To show me that you have moved on? To make me jealous?" Taehyung scoffs again. "As if,"

"What?!" Y/N looks at him in disbelief. "God Taehyung, you are so full of yourself! Hes not stuck up! And I'm not here for you!"

"Yeah right," Taehyung smile sarcastically. "So, hyung told you I asked and the next show you brought a man over? Please Y/N, have some pride,"

"What are you even talking about? Yoongs never talked about you. At all! Im here becaus-"

"Oh Taehyung, you have already met," his manager interrupted the conversation and bows to Y/N as Hyun Dae join her side. "Okay guys, gather round. I think all of you must already know about The Empire. As you know, their company owns and organized all show events in Korea and is one of the biggest in the music industry, among others. The president cant make it, so his daughter is here instead. And she and her fiancee just wants to meet all the artists her tonight to express their gratitude,"

Y/N and Hyun Dae bows and smiles to everyone as Taehyung stands frozen in place, the only thing he can hear is 'fiance'. Y/N is... engaged?

And... shes an heir?

"You and me Y/N... we are just worlds apart,"

Yeah, they are worlds apart. He was right. But the truth is, Taehyung is the one whos way beneath her.

/////

"Lets go, lets go peopleeee," Namjoon clapped his hands a sign for them to get moving. Taehyung and the rest of the members climbed up their black van, still yawning from having to wake up early in the morning. They are off to another country for a month for their variety show shoot. A special content, the management said. Something to do with their new sponsors. Taehyung never really pay attention to all the boring details, all he knows is, he will do what he is asked to do, no question asked.

But as they land and making their way out from their private plane, Taehyung, still half asleep, need to take a double take when he saw Y/N and her fiance at the arrivals, standing atound with the crew, their luggage all around them.

"H-hyung?" He nervously tapped Yoongi's shoulder.

"What?" Yoongi grumbled, still cranky from being awaken from his beauty sleep on the plane.

"Are my eyes playing tricks on me or is that uh... Y/N?" Taehyung really wished he has gone crazy. Thats he is seeing things. That Yoongi will look at him funny and tell him theres no Y/N. And Yoongi did look at him funny, but his answer is totally not what hes expecting.

"Dont you know? Her father's company is our new sponsor for the show and they are here to monitor the shoot,"

Taehyung stopped in his tracks. He dont know why the news startled him. It shouldnt be affecting him at all. Right? Even he dont understand what he is feeling as he looked over to Y/N and Hyun Dae smiling at each other. Anger? Sadness? Happy? He cant be sure. But one thing he knows for sure, its going to be one hell of a month.

/////

"So... you arent going to tell me that you are engaged?" Taehyung jogged lightly, to catch up with Y/N whom he saw is taking a morning walk from his hotel roon window. They have free schedule for the first day and what luck, the first thing he saw this morning is Y/N, alone. Without that stupid chaebol.

"Oh, uh hi Taehyung," Y/N, startled at his presence, give a small smile and a polite bow.

"Hi Y/N," he smile. Honestly, he missed her. Well, they were pretty close before. As friends. Yes, of course as friends and nothing more! Taehyung reminded himself. "But seriously, you are never going to tell me you are engaged?"

"Do I have to?" Y/N raised an eyebrow. "I mean, I'm not even sure if I'm your friend or yoongis friend or whatever, you know? And I dont think you be interested to know anyway," she picked up her pace but Taehyung managed to catch up.

"What do you mean?! Of course I wanna know! And of course we are friends! And you didnt think to tell me that you father own half of Korea's music industry?" He chuckled, trying to lighten the mood.

"Well, you never ask. And I'm not one to go around telling people my family history Tae," she shrugged. "Afterall, why would a worldstar want to know about someone who is from a different world than him, right?"

Okay, he deserved that.

"Okay, Y/N, look," he pull her hand, stopping her from walking. "I am sorry about what I said that day. I dont know what I was thinking. I was startled by your confession. To be honest, the months I spent without seeing you at all, well... I missed you. I miss you, okay?"

Y/N sighed. Why is he doing this to her? Her heart is still recovering. Still trying to erased every love she felt for him.

"We are going to spend a whole month working together. Stuck in a small island. Why dont we be friends again? Hmm?" He made his famous puppy eyes, blinking his eyes rapidly, lips pouting. "Pleaaaase? Taetae is sorrryy,"

Y/N tried to keep a sttaight face but burst out laughing. She can never say no to that face.

"Fine Tae. You know I cant resist that stupid face," she laughs.

"So, friends?" Taehyung held out a hand and Y/N shakes it.

"Of course, friends,"

As he shakes her hand, smiling ear to ear, Taehyung realized, he had never felt this happy, and it scared him.

/////

They might have rekindled their friendship, but Taehyung couldnt get even 10 minutes alone with her without being disturbed by Yoongi or Hyun Dae, and its pissing him off. Worse, he have to watch all the romantic moments between the two love birds, and trust him, Hyun Dae is really not afraid to show his affection, its making him wants to throw up.

Suprising Y/N with flowers on set, setting up a special candle light dinner when the whole crew is eating, suddenly gets on stage in the middle of dinner and sing her a song. And that motherfucker can even play a guitar and he look damn good playing it too. Taehyung swore all the girls there are swooning over him. But what he hates most is all the admiring whispers.

"Y/N is so lucky"

"Hyun Dae is the perfect guy"

"I wish I was Y/N"

Urghhh. Annoying.

It also doesnt help that his relationship with Oraia has gone stale. Yeah, they text everyday, call each other every night. But nothing she says interest him. Taehyung mostly tune out whatever shes saying during their phone calls, eyes focusing on what Y/N is doing. The way she laughs when she talks to someone, her clusmy ways of doing things, her passion while working. All that is more interesting to him than his own girlfriend. His supppsedly perfect, beautiful, girlfriend.

It must be the island. He hasnt seen Oraia for almost a month now, and hes stuck here for all that time. Of course it will put a strain on his relationship. Yes, that must be it.

But as his heart bubbles with jealousy as he watches Y/N and Hyun Dae running around the beach, Hyun Dae catching Y/N by the waist and lift her up to kiss her, Taehyung knows for sure, that it is definitely not it.

/////

Taehyung tossed and turned for hours and after eventually still failing to fall asleep, he decide to take a walk by the beach. The moon is out and the breeze is welcoming. Its a good night to walk and collect his thoughts.

As he walked slowly along the beach, the cool air blowing his hair, he saw a figure sitting alone by the beach, eyes closed, enjoying the midnight breeze. Taehyung immediately smile.

Y/N.

"Hey," he approached her slowly and smile.

"Oh, Tae. Hi," she smiled back. "What are you doing here at this hour?"

"I cant sleep. What about you? Isnt it dangerous for a pretty girl to be alone so late at night?" He smile.

Y/N laughs.

"Its a private island Tae. I think its kinda safe. And you know I usually cant sleep and the sound of the ocean calms me down,"

Taehyung does know that. Back to the days when they use to spend so much time together, they always sit by the beach and talked. Well, usually, he will be the one who do the talking, because all he cares about is himself. And his problems. And Y/N always listen. To all his weird ramblings, his peculiar thoughts that people usually laugh at. Even Oraia sometimes makes fun of him. But Y/N listen to them all. Understand him even. Why didnt he realized that before?

"Well... can I join you?"

"Of course. Have a seat," she patted down the spot besides her and Taehyung makes himself comfortable. They talked and talked, laughter filled up the night air and Taehyung cant seem to care about anything else other than that moment.

"Oh god, my tummy is hurting from laughing so much," Y/N said, still giggling from what Taehyung said. "I forgot how funny and weird you are Taetaeee,"

Taehyung smile and looked at her, staring deeply at her laughing face.

"Its nice,"

"What is?" Y/N who has stopped laughing, asked him, confused.

"Hearing you call me Taetae again," he smile, making Y/N blushed.

"W-well, that is your name,"

"Yeah, yeah. It is," Taehyung smile, still staring at her. "Y/N? Are you happy?"

"Right now? Yeah I am. We have been laughing for hours Tae. Of course Im happy. Whats wrong with you?" Y/N giggles, trying to toned down the awkwardness shes starting to feel.

"No. I mean, are you happy? Like really happy? With Hyun Dae? Does he makes you happy?"

"H-hyun Dae?" Y/N was taken aback from the sudden question. "Uhh, of course I am, hes my fiance, of course he makes me happy Tae,"

"Really? Then why did you stutter?" Taehyung still looks at her, straight into her eyes with his sharp gaze.

"I- I did not stutter! Whats wrong with you Tae? You are being weird. But not normal weird," Y/N starts to dust off the sand off her, preparing to get up. "Its getting late. We should go in,"

Taehyung grab her hands, standing up with her.

"Do you love him? Do you love Hyun Dae?"

"Why are you asking me that Tae? You are being weird!" Y/N tries to shake off his grip but he held on tighter.

"Answer the question Y/N. Do you love him?"

"Hyun Dae is amazing! He cares for me. He loves me. He knows what I like, sweet, romantic, p-"

"But do you love him?"

"I-I," Y/N stuttered. "I dont need to answer that!" Y/N tries to pull her hand again but to no avail.

"You cant answer it because you dont love him. And you cant lie to me," Taehyung smile.

"You are crazy. Let my hand go Tae," Y/N insisted. "It has nothing to do with you!"

"But it does Y/N. It does, because you dont love him. Because you love me," Taehyung state matter of factly. "You always did and you always will Y/N,"

Y/N was speechless, shocked, surprised, that Taehyung would bring it up again. Tears starts to sting her eyes. She has never felt more hummiliated. Is Taehyung making fun of her? Of her feelings? She thought they were friends again. Why is he doing this to her?

"Just let me go!"

"I cant, and I wont,"

"Why?!" Y/N is crying now. She dont understand why Taehyung is being this way. "To hummiliate me even more? To make fun of my feelings for you?"

"What? No!" Taehyung cant believe Y/N would think of him to be that cruel. But maybe he deserved it. "Because I love you Y/N!" Taehyung pull her hands, making her fall into his arms and he immediately cup her face and captured her lips with hers. The kiss has never felt more electricfying. Taehyung felt goosebump all over his body, he hears fireworks went off everywhere. And right at that moment, he knows that hes in love.

But the moment only last for a split second when Y/N, tears already spilled down her cheeks pushed him away hard and slapped him across the face.

"Get away from me Kim Taehyung!"

Was the last word she screamed out before she ran away into the darkness.

/////

Taehyung almost went crazy trying to finish the rest of the shooting. After that fateful night, Y/N took the earliest flight home the next morning, leaving Taehyung with no way to contact her at all. No reply to his texts or his calls and he cant even get away from his stupid schedule to find her at home. He was lost.

Its the very first time in his life that he has seen things so clearly. He is in love with Y/N. And she left him being so lost.

It also doesnt help that after Taehyung told Oraia that he wants to break up, his crazy ex girlfriend bombared his calls, his texts, his friends, even his manager with texts begging to take her back. She even went so far as to include the media, giving sad interviews, crying her eyes out. Taehyung wondered how he didnt notice how crazy Oraia is. Maybe its true what they said, love is blind. But what they had isnt love. It never was. They both know they got together just because they seemed to look perfect for each other. Thats not love, and Oraia is just mad that shes no longer one half of the industry perfect couple.

/////

"Hey Tae?" Yoongi knocks on his hotel room, peeking his head. Theres still a week left of shooting, but Taehyung's heart is no where in it. All he wanted to do is to go back home, find Y/N and begged for her forgiveness until she takes her back. Hes going to convince her that he loves her. He really do. And not because he pity her, or because hes jealous of her relationship with Hyun Dae, but because he just realized it now. That from that moment he asked her where the bathroom is, hes already in love. Y/N has already caught his eyes, and heart from that first night at the concert, but he is too busy chasing his fame and title to realized it.

And now it might be too late.

Taehyung might have already lost the love of his life, forever.

"Yeah hyung?" Yoongi make his way in and sit on Taehyung's bed.

"Did something happen between you and Y/N? Did she going back home early has anything to do with you?"

Taehyung looked at his hyung with tired eyes. No longer bother to pretend or curious why his hyung us asking.

I told her I love her...." Taehyung said, tears stinging his eyes at the memory. "And she thinks I'm just playing her,"

Yoongi sighed.

"Are you?"

Taehyung sits up and hugs a pillow, looking at Yoongi with teary eyes.

"No hyung. Of course not. I really do love her. I love her so much. Im just too stupid to realized it then," he sniffles. "And now, I have to wait until this stupid shoot is over to win her back hyung, because shes not answering my calls or my texts. And I swear hyung, I will do everything to win her back from that Hyun Dae,"

Yoongi sighs again, looking away before looking back at the younger man.

"Tae... Y/N is getting married today. She suddenly said she wants to get married as soon as possible, doesnt matter if its a small wedding. She just wants to get married. Today,"

Taehyung looked at his hyung, eyes widen, not believing what hes hearing.

"I-I have to go hyung," he suddenly gets up.

"Go where Tae? What are you doing?"

Taehyung grabs his bag, not thinking anymore.

"To stop the wedding hyung, to win back the love of my life,"

/////

Y/N looks at her reflection in the mirror. Even with last minute preparations, her mother managed to do everything perfectly. Her dress, her makeup, her hair, her flowers, even her dressing room is perfect. Y/N smile to her reflection. But she knows its only superficial. Its a smile she puts on to convince everyone, to convince herself, that shes making the right decision. The right choice.

That shes happy.

And she know Hyun Dae will make her happy.

He have to.

"Dont marry him,"

Y/N turns around to find Kim Taehyung by the door. His hair a mess, shirt crumpled, eyes bloodshot from crying.

"T-Tae..."

"Dont marry him Y/N," he move closer to her. "Dont do it. Please. Please Y/N,"

"Taehyung, what are you doing here?" Y/N feel tears prickling her eyes. Why is he here. Why now? Why today?

"To tell you I love you Y/N," Taehyung sniffles and take her hand. "T-to tell you to not marry him. Dont marry him Y/N,"

"I-I cant Tae," Y/N shakes her head. "Hyun Dae deserves all the happiness in the world. He treats me so good Tae,"

"Then what about you? You deserve happiness too. Happiness with me Y/N,"

Y/N close her eyes and shakes her head. Why is Taehyung telling her all the things shes dying to hear before? But its all too late now. Too late.

"Marry me Y/N. Marry me. And I'll make you the happiest woman in the world. Marry me," Taehyung sobs and kneel down on his knees, begging, hand still holding hers.

Y/N starts to shake, trying to hold in her tears but it rolled out anyway, flooding her face.

"D-dont do this to me Tae. You dont love me. You dont. You dont!"

"I love you Y/N. I love you I love you I love you! I know I realized it too late. And thats my mistake. But I swear to you, that I'll spend forever making it up to you," Taehyung begs desperately. He cant lose her. He cant! "Please. Please, dont marry him Y/N. Please..."

Y/N closes her eyes. Tears rolling down her face, no intention of stopping. She wanted to say yes. God, how she wanted to say yes. How easy it would be. To be with the man he love. The man he had dreamed of. But she cant. Its not fair to Hyun Dae. And its not fair to her. To her heart that Taehyung has broken to pieces.

"Im sorry Taehyung... I cant," Y/N let go of his hand, tears dropping on the floor, wetting her beautiful white dress.

Taehyung felt like his whole world shattered to pieces. Thats it. Just two words. "I cant" and he lost her. He lost the love of his life.

After felt like an eternity, he stood up, face still wet with tears but a smile on his face.

"You look beautiful Y/N," he smile. "You always do.

Y/N sobs hard, her whole body shakes.

"Be happy Y/N. Hes an idiot if he dont take care of you. If he hurt you like I do. Hes an absolute idiot," Taehyung smile and carressed her face softly. "Be happy my princess. And when the time comes, come back to me. I'll always be waiting Y/N, because you are my true love, and we will always find our way back to each other,"

Taehyung placed a long, deep kiss on her forehead, eyes closed as tears flows down, knowing he has lost the love of his life, trying to savor the feel of her in his memories.

"I love you Y/N. And I'll wait for you, forever," he smile one last time as he turns around and walk away, leaving Y/N drenched in her tears.

/////

5 YEARS LATER

"Woohoooo, last concert for this tour guys, good job!" The members high five each other as they make their way into the dressing room backstage. Taehyung laughs and make his way into his own personal room, exhausted from a show well done.

"Hi, do you know where the bathroom is?"

Taehyung stopped in his track at the sound of the voice. A voice so familiar. A voice that haunts his dream for years. A voice that he never forgets.

He looks up, and there she is. Smiling at him.

"Y-Y/N?"

Y/N nods, giggling.

"Y/N?!" Taehyung runs to her and engulf her in a hug. "I am not dreaming am I? A-are you really here?"

Y/N giggles again.

"Its me Tae. Real life me. Im real,"

"W-why? H-how?"

"Well, if Im not mistaken, 5 years ago, someone told me that we will always find our way back to each other. And that he will wait for me, forever. Im just checking if he still keeps his promise," Y/N grins.

Taehyung hugs her tight.

"You dont know how I dream of this day every single day Y/N. How I waited to see you again. To feel you again. To hear your voice again," Taehyung hugs her, not letting go.

"Ive come back Taehyung. Ive come back to you,"

Taehyung cant believe this is happening. Then he remembered something. And although its something hes dreading to ask, he knows he has to know.

"H-Hyun Dae?"

Y/N smile at his nervous state. She has never seen someone so adorable. God, shes just so in love with him.

"We were never married Tae. When you came that day... everything changed. I didnt marry him. I couldnt. Not when I know my heart belongs to you. And Hyun Dae... he knows it too. And he loves me enough to let me find my own happiness,"

"W-what?"

"Im sorry it took so long. But I need to find myself. To really understand my feelings, your feelings... but Im here now, Taehyung... if you still want me..."

Taehyung grins.

"Is that even a question my love?"

Y/N giggles at the way he calls her.

"I love you Y/N. Since that first night we met. I have been yours. Im sorry for hurting you. Im sorry for my mistakes. Im sorry fo-"

"Shhhh," she puts a finger on his lips. "It doesnt matter anymore Tae. All of it doesnt matter anymore," she smile. "Im here now. You are here now. And I, I love you Kim Taehyung,"

Taehyung grins. Such word has never felt so sweet. He felt happiness bubbling inside his chest. And in the first time in 5 years, he really mean it.

"I love you Y/N, my love, my soulmate,"

"I love you Taehyung. You really had me at bathroom," she giggles.

"Oh shut up," Taehyung laughs and lifts her up, wrapping her legs around him. "Just shut up and kiss me. Just kiss me baby,"

And she really did.

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A Dove’s Ripped Wings: Chapter 7 | Ahiru-chan

🏐🏐Chapter 7🏐🏐

prologue / 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 /

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🏐🏐THIRD PERSON P.O.V.🏐🏐

"Aki-senpai, he won't stop staring this way," Kageyama stated matter-of-factly as he and the team gathered together, thanking Shimizu as she handed out water bottles.

Chiaki has a faraway look in her grey eyes, life seemed to be drained out of her. "I know, Tobi-kun. If looks could kill, I'll be dead by now," she grumbles. Eventually, she breathes out all the anxiety in her chest, deciding it would be better to not think about it for now.

But she doesn't dare to look over, not wanting there to be the chance where she might make eye contact with Iwaizumi. Instead, she grips onto Sugawara and Kageyama's hands, squeezing them tight.

"Hinata," the ginger blinks at the soft voice that calls out his name, his excited gaze shifting to their team medic who stands beside Kageyama and Sugawara. Chiaki lets go of her friend's hands as she kneels in front of the boy, pointing to his feet.

"?" Hinata cocks his head to the side in confusion and lifts his feet up when the older female motions him to do so.

What no one expects is for her to slip his shoe off, holding his sock covered feet.

"Wha-?!" Hinata breaks out in panic, "A-Aki-senpai! It's dirty and sweaty don't--"

Chiaki paid no mind as she presses her thumb into the sole of his feet, making Hinata freeze up, a sharp pained gasp leaving his lips. "Owwwwww! Ouchhh! Owwww!" He yelps, crumbling to the floor and trying to pull away from Chiaki.

The said girl shows no mercy, having a firm grip on Hinata's leg while he wiggled. "When you jump, land off here, it'll probably help you make higher jumps," Chiaki silently explains, pressing onto the part once more, leaving Hinata panting with tears in his eyes in slight pain. He's almost lifeless as the silver-haired female does the same to the other foot.

However, when Hinata climbs back onto his feet, beads of sweat on his cheek, a look of surprise spreads on his face, bouncing a bit on the sole of his feet, "eh?! I feel lighter!"

Chiaki smiles at that before wiping her hand on a clean wet towel. But Kageyama, who gets irritated by the shorter boy's excitement, smacks him on the head. "Stop wasting your energy, bōke! And-" the boy pauses, a look of seriousness flashing in his eyes, catching all of their attention, "don't let your guard down. I'm not entirely sure, but the setter over there probably isn't their regular."

Chiaki releases a quiet hum, nodding, "Tobi-kun is right. I don't see him around right now, but their regular setter isn't playing," she says, thinking about the caramel brown-haired setter. Thinking about him leaves a slightly unpleasant flavor in her mouth, seeing as their relationship was pretty strained in the past.

Hearing Chiaki and Kageyama's words, a look of unease and surprise flashes in the Karasuno teams' eyes before a whistle is blown, signifying the resume of the practice match.

Just as the whistle is blown, the piercing screams of girls echo through the gym, Chiaki flinching at the familiar sound. Her face scrunched up in distaste, her eyes automatically moving to the door to see a familiar male step in.

"Looks like their main setter finally showed up," she whispers. Hearing her words, Sugawara follows her gaze to see the male she stared at. Chiaki could see Kageyama stiffen at the presence of Oikawa.

"Do you know him, Aki-chan?" The silver-haired male questioned the female beside him, Chiaki nodding as she adjusted the face mask she wore, keeping it on although her identity was probably already found out by Iwaizumi.

Chiaki pushed a fringe of hair behind her ear as she spoke, her words getting a bit muffled by the mask, "he was Tobi-kun and my senpai in middle school. He has a pretty nasty personality, but his ability as a setter and server is a real deal," the teen pauses, her grey eyes following Oikawa as he begins to warm up. "He's probably the one who requested Tobi-kun to set for the whole game."

A dark look appears on Sugawara's face, something Chiaki doesn't miss from the corner of her eyes.

"Suga-senpai," the called male hums, his eyes on the court as the game continues, "I'm actually glad they made that request."

These are not words he was expecting from Chiaki, a look of hurt briefly flashing in his brown eyes. Before he could say anything, Chiaki was speaking.

"They don't know a player like you exists on our team, all of their attention is on Tobi-kun. Tobi-kun is a good setter, but he's not perfect either, and there are times when we'll probably have to pull him out to cool his head. That's when your ability will really shine, Suga-senpai. If we play Seijoh at Interhigh, they'll underestimate us, and that'll put us at an advantage," Chiaki quietly explains as Sugawara takes in her words. He clenched his fist and nodded, seeing her point. And what she said made him realize he has to work harder.

Chiaki smiles as she sees the determined look appear on the face of the male beside her. However, the smile doesn't stay on her face for long as Oikawa steps onto the court, warmed up, and ready to play. Her eyes darted to the scoreboard, seeing that they were on their third game, twenty-one to twenty-four, Karasuno winning. However, she was getting a feeling that with Oikawa joining, the game's flow would significantly change.

"I never liked his serves, he can be pretty accurate," Chiaki admits, Sugawara looking at her with an eyebrow raised.

"Says Miss Dove, who had both spike jump serves and float serves under her belt," Sugawara sends a stink eye to the female beside him who shrugged her shoulder, "you were known for that, and you act like it's nothing."

Chiaki releases a small chuckle with a shake of her head. "A part of my past, Suga-senpai. I probably can't even do it now, I haven't held a volleyball on the court for over a year. I've lost my touch," she admits a bit of sadness in her tone. However, she doesn't really think of it, seeing as her attention gets pulled onto the court.

Oikawa spun the ball, before holding it easily with one hand as he pointed at Tsukishima. In response, Tsukishima's eyebrows furrowed, not seeming to understand that action. Chiaki, on the other hand, pinched the bridge of her nose as Oikawa blatantly declared to them who he was aiming at. He's going to aim for those who are weak at receiving...

Chiaki sucks in a breath as the loud smack echoed through the gym as Oikawa's palm smacked into the red, green, and white ball, it flying over the net and making its way to Tsukishima. A look of shock flashed on many of the Karasuno teams' faces, taken aback at the shot's accuracy.

The blond glassed male isn't able to receive the ball as it ricochets off his forearms and smacks into the second story rail where students watched.

Chiaki can't help the shiver that ran down her back, her lips twitching into a smile as she imagined the familiar sting. He's gotten even better than the last time I've seen him... She can almost feel it against her own skin, her fingers twitching, silently wanting to play herself.

"Yup, just as I thought. I noticed it while I was stretching, but," Oikawa spoke, a pleasant smile on his face as he placed one of his hands on his hip, eyeing two Karasuno players, "you, number six and you, number five, are bad at receives, right?"

Getting blatantly called out, both Hinata and Tsukishima grimaces, the former looking more dejected at the observation made of them.

"His control is insane," Sugawara gapes as Oikawa aims for Tsukishima again, the same thing happening as the blond isn't able to receive his strong serves.

Chiaki silently watches as Daichi moves, placing Tsukishima a bit behind him and expanding his defensive sphere seeing as he specialized in receives. However, she only narrows her eyes, having a feeling that wasn't really going to help.

As just as she had assumed, it doesn't help that much, Oikawa has enough control to still aim at the glassed-male. But this time, Tsukishima is somewhat able to bring the ball up, although it was a chance ball for the opponent team.

From there, everything moved quickly, Takeda, who was still new to the sport having trouble keeping up. Chiaki silently watched as her teammates cheered when Hinata was able to slow Kindaichi's ball.

The corner of the silver-haired female's lips tugged up as Kageyama moved to set the ball as Hinata sprinted across the net, leaping into the air. Chiaki almost felt the satisfaction herself as Hinata slammed the ball down, earning the final point for the practice match.

However, at the same time, the female gulped, dread dripping into her veins, a fearful shiver running down her back.

"Aki-chan, are you okay?" Daichi questioned as their lifeless medic opened and closed their emergency box for the hundredth time, although she had already cleaned up everything she needed.

Hearing her name, the said female looked up, just staring at the captain, making Daichi's smile twitch. She's not okay...!? He thinks along with Sugawara, who stood next to him.

"C-Can we leave before their team is finished with cleaning?" Chiaki whimpered, leaping onto Daichi, twisting her head side to side into his chest like a drill.

Her action makes them laugh, but they don't realize how dead serious Chiaki is. When they brush it off, she pouts, hiding behind them as they line up to bow at the opponent team. Silently she stays with Shimizu, shrinking herself although she is taller than the older girl.

She glances at Kunimi and Kindaichi, briefly making eye contact with them. And Chiaki can't help but smile at them behind her mask, being able to see the ghost of a smile on Kunimi's lips and the blush that covers Kindaichi's face.

She lightly waves at them before rushing out of the gym as soon as Takeda-sensei calls out to the team to leave. Chiaki feels the anxiety that was built in her chest getting released as she catches sight of Iwaizumi talking to their coach as they cleaned up the gym. The said male is distracted with the conversation, not noticing the Karasuno team slipping out.

As soon as they're out and away from the gym, Chiaki pulls the face mask down to her chin, inhaling fresh air. To many of her teammates' amusement, she keeps glancing back with a look of worry, looking anxious to get out of Seijoh's campus.

Eventually, Sugawara grabbed her hand, squeezing it to assure the female, Chiaki visibly relaxing at the contact much to his hidden amusement.

"You know," Daichi spoke, catching all of their attention, "with today's match, I realized something. No matter how excellent Hinata and Kageyama's combo may be, frankly, when it comes to strengthening the perimeter, we're still extremely weak. It's frustrating to admit," the dark-haired third-years says, gritting his teeth.

At his words, both Chiaki and Sugawara nod, knowing what Daichi said was true.

"Heh, as expected of the captain~"

Chiaki flinches, Sugawara wincing as the grip she had on his hand tightened. All of their eyes moved to the male that leaned against the Seijoh gate, grinning widely as he observed the team.

Okinawa pushed off the brick wall, turning to face the Karasuno team, "I'm glad you seem to understand the situation."

Chiaki immediately ducked behind Tanaka as the male stepped forward, looking ready to pick a fight. "What the hell, you wanna fight, huh?" Tanaka hissed, his sharp eyes gleaming with annoyance, Hinata bouncing behind him, egging him on.

In response, Oikawa only laughs, waving his hand in front of him. "Aww, don't be so aggressive, I've only come to give you my greetings," the brunet chuckled, his eyes narrowing on Hinata. "Hey you, the little guy. That last one-touch and broad attack was amazing."

Oikawa's words make Hinata flustered, the orange-haired boy bashfully rubbing the back of his head while giggling. Kageyama sends an irritated look at Hinata, a small 'tsk' leaving his lips, seeing how easily Oikawa's words made him bashful.

"Today, I was only able to join in for the last few points, but next time, let's compete at full throttle from the start, okay?" Oikawa smiled. However, his expression became a bit condescending, "ah, and that's right. Be sure to improve your receives and serves."

At his words, the Karasuno team became rigid, being able to tell that the Seijoh captain's atmosphere had changed. "Your attacks were certainly incredible, but if all of your early receives are slow and hesitant, you'll reach your limit sooner, don't you think?"

Chiaki slowly let Sugawara's hand go, stepping forward as she slipped her face mask back on. However, Okinawa doesn't seem to notice her, his eyes landing on Kageyama. "I'm not the only one who hits an intensely strong serve. The inter-high preliminaries are coming up. I'll be troubled if you don't be able to survive, seeing as I," Oikawa's hand shoots out, pointing his finger to Kageyama's face, "want to crush my uselessly adorable kouhai in a regular game fair and square as a setter."

Just as Oikawa was about to pull his hand back, a soft hand wraps around his finger, squeezing it. His eyes widened as a silver-haired female appeared in front of him. She's reasonably tall... is the first thought he has. However, that thought quickly gets pushed to the side as he blinks, staring at her visible eyes.

Eyes that are familiar, but he can't quite place where he's seen them.

"Eh? Did you want to hold hands with me, Mane-chan? You're really cute and bold, Oikawa-san is shy!" Oikawa speaks in third-person as he flashes Chiaki a smile.

However, his eyes widened, the smile disappearing from his face as she speaks, finally figuring out why her eyes are familiar.

"I'm not a manager, I'm a medic," the silver-haired teen corrects, her eyes narrowing to two slits as she smiled. Her grip around the finger she held tightened, making Oikawa wince, his eyes widening at the strength. "Were you not taught that pointing at people is rude by your parents, Oikawa-San? And even if they didn't, I know for a fact Hajime-senpai has multiple times."

The brunet can't help but take a staggering step back, his mouth opening and closing, and not producing proper words. Chiaki lets his hand go and smiles, her legs subconsciously getting crossed as she stands in front of the taller male.

"Y-Y-You...?!"

"Thank you for your concern, Oikawa-san. But my team will be fine, I'll make sure that you'll see a more stable team by inter-high. I'll personally make sure they deserve where they stand," Chiaki sweetly says, her eyes narrowing into a smile, although her mask hides her lips.

"EEHH?!" Oikawa finally yells, "are you seriously- GEH!" The male isn't able to finish his sentence as a shoe smack him straight into his nose.

Chiaki can't help but flinch as the shoe slips down the surface of his face, falling to the ground pitifully. She's almost surprised that Oikawa's nose wasn't bleeding at the speed and strength the shoe hit him.

"I-Iwa-chan!!!" Oikawa whined, covered his nose with his hand as tears stung at the corner of his eyes. Chiaki sucked in a quick breath at the nickname Oikawa has for his best friend, not daring to move or look back.

She's nearly shaking, almost hyperventilating as Oikawa stares at the figure standing behind them, the male stomping towards them with a glare.

"Oi, Kuzukawa! How dare you skip out on cleaning and instead pick a fight with another school!" Iwaizumi hissed, not seeming to care that he was barefoot for one of his feet.

Oikawa released another whine, "b-but, I had to talk to Tobio-chan! And can you believe it?! Ahiru-chan is here too!!!"

A look of confusion flashed in Karasunos' eyes. They could tell that the nickname was probably for Chiaki, but they couldn't understand why and only silently observes what was happening in front of them in interest. Daichi and Sugawara were the only ones silently wondering if they should step in, seeing as Chiaki was frozen.

A vein popped on Iwaizumi's forehead and arm as he stomped towards Oikawa, walking past a frozen Chiaki and smacking the back of his captain's head again. "Oi, stop giving people rude nicknames, Kusokawa!"

"Eh? But Ahiru-Chan is a cute nickname! She always used to follow after you like a little duckling! You know best that she follows after people she's attached to just like a baby duck that imprint on its parent!" Oikawa released a pitiful whine as he gets hit multiple times by his best friend.

Ah... The others who heard the explanation all held in a laugh, realizing what Oikawa said was true. Tsukishima and Yamaguchi covered their mouth with their hand, holding in a snicker realizing Chiaki really was like a duckling desperately following after their parents, aka, Sugawara and Daichi. Even the said two can't help but think of her as a duckling after it's mentioned. Sugawara holds in a laugh, an image of Chiaki in a little duckling form following Daichi popping in his mind.

Oikawa continues to babble, his eyes wide as he stared at Chiaki, his gaze moving from head to toe, "is that really Ahiru-Chan? Like, wow, there's growth! Like a huge growth! Like 'boing!'" Oikawa, who was insensitive, moves his hand to his chest, which makes all the male blush as they realize what he's talking about. Sugawara and Daichi glare at their team, daring them to look at Chiaki in that way, Tanaka and Hinata looking ready to explode at any moment, heat seeming to escape from the top of their head.

Iwaizumi's eyes twitched as he raises his fist again, punching Oikawa's head, this time not holding back as much. "Shuddup Erokawa!" He snaps before picking his shoe off the ground and slipping it on.

Chiaki is frozen stiff like a statue, seeming to lose feeling to all of her limbs. She isn't able to hear anything either, the conversation sounding like a bee's low buzz. She desperately wants to turn around and run the other way, but everything feels like it was cut off from her brain.

The silver-haired teen can only release a squeak as Iwaizumi slowly turns to her, his sharp eyes landing on her. Her mouth opens and closes behind her mask, no sound leaving her lips.

Her eyes are shaking as Iwaizumi takes a step forward, his eyebrows furrowed with his mouth tugged down in a frown he always wears. He takes another step. And another. And another followed after that. Until he was right in front of her, only a few centimeters away from her. She doesn't even stop him as he lifts a hand up, pulling her mask away from her face before ripping it off.

His face softened as he took a good look at her face.

"Chiaki."

Chiaki nearly bursts into tears at the way Iwaizumi says her name. It was a mixture of relief and sadness. The silver-haired female bite onto her bottom lip, desperately holding in the tears as she looks into Iwaizumi's green eyes.

The other who watched almost felt like they were intruding. Hinata's cheeks flush pink as he thinks what he's currently witnessing was like a movie scene of an intimate reunion between a couple.

Iwaizumi doesn't say anything as he silently opens his arm, looking at her expectantly. And Chiaki doesn't need any other permission before jumping into his chest, hugging him tightly as a quiet sob left her mouth.

"H-Hajime-senpai...! I-I-I'm so sorry! I-I—"Chiaki can't even make a proper sentence as she blabbers into his chest, tears finally leaving her eyes and creating a small stain on his white track jacket.

Iwaizumi only wraps strong arms around her, hugging her close. His hand lightly petting the back of her dyed hair, still adjusting to her new hair color. He sends a glare at Oikawa, who 'awww'ed. The Karasuno team, on the other hand, isn't keeping up, not exactly understanding what was happening. Most of them are sending the crying Chiaki a concerned look, not knowing what to do. Daichi is almost thinking of stepping forward to make sure his friend is okay. But someone beats him to it.

Kageyama, who silently watched this, finally stepped forward, catching everyone's attention. The said boy's dark eyes stare straight at the older boy without wavering. "Iwaizumi-san, I'm sure there's a lot of things you need to talk to Aki-senpai. And we came here on the bus."

With just those words, Iwaizumi had a reasonably good idea what the younger boy was trying to suggest, knowing the female's tendency with motion sickness.

"I'll take her home," the spiky-haired male stated without hesitation, patting Chiaki's head as she sniffled, small hiccups leaving her mouth. An uncertain look was on many of the Karasuno boys' faces, wanting to argue against leaving their teammate behind when she was vulnerable. But seeing the particular look of trust on Kageyama's face, they don't speak up, silently climbing onto the bus as Takeda called them to hurry up.

Daichi and Sugawara are the last to climb onto the bus, the former sending a warning look at Iwaizumi before stepping onto the vehicle. Sugawara, on the other hand, gives the fellow vice-captain a polite smile.

"We'll leave Aki-chan in your care," the silver-haired male states friendly. But Iwaizumi can see the warning gleam in Sugawara's eyes, stiffly nodding. Seeing this, Sugawara reached out, patting Chiaki's head briefly before stepping onto the bus. The boys all looked out the window as the bus began moving, leaving the Seijoh campus.

"Oi, Kageyama, was it really a good idea leaving Aki-senpai?" Hinata questioned out loud, all the boys turning their attention to the setter who was munching on a protein bar.

At the question, the raven-haired male turned to the ginger, swallowing his bar and crushing the wrapper in his hand. "Yeah, Aki-senpai had a special relationship with Iwaizumi-San in middle school. There's a lot of things she hasn't told him after her accident, and it was a good chance to do that. And she'll rather take the train home then be on the bus."

"But, leaving her with that guy..." Tanaka grumbled, suddenly remembering the violence Iwaizumi showed when he hit Oikawa.

Looking at his senpai's face, Kageyama had an idea of what he was thinking of. "Iwaizumi-San may be a bit rough with Oikawa-San, but he would never hurt Aki-senpai," the boy assured, pulling out a banana next from his bag, peeling it as he spoke. "They've known her much longer than me. I think they met when they were around nine or ten. Iwaizumi-san is as protective of Aki-senpai as her brothers."

Hearing this, Daichi closed his eyes, looking a bit sick. "Three is enough..." He whispered, his words not being heard by anyone else.

With the Karasuno bus gone, Iwaizumi releases a grunt and turns towards Oikawa, who was silently watching everything. But with a simple glance, Iwaizumi can see that it was taking everything in his friend's power to stay quiet. It looked like Oikawa was holding himself back from laughing out loud and making fun of Iwaizumi.

Iwaizumi clicked his tongue, his arm still wrapped around Chiaki, the female's head pressed into his shoulder as she gripped his jacket. "Don't you fucking say anything, Kusokawa, I'll beat the shit out of you," the spiky-haired male grumbled, his cheeks flushing a bit.

Oikawa snickered at his friend's embarrassment. But doesn't say anything, lazily waving a hand in the air, "I'll go back to the gym, Iwa-chan! I'll let Coach know you got caught up on something," the brunet chirped as he skipped away, not even glancing at Chiaki.

With Oikawa finally gone, Iwaizumi looked around, finally realizing that they weren't precisely somewhere that's private, being in front of the school gate. Glancing at Chiaki, he gripped her slightly smaller hand, pulling her along towards the back of the gym where people didn't walk often.

"Oi, stop crying," Iwaizumi sighed, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. Chiaki couldn't help but giggle while sniffling, her hand coming to rub at her eyes that were still wet.

"You're still bad at comforting people, Hajime-senpai," Chiaki sniffed while laughing.

This makes Iwaizumi pout a bit, before he reaches forward, grabbing her hand to stop her from rubbing at her eye, "stop making fun of me. And stop rubbing at your eyes as well, you're making them redder," the male gently scolded, using his thumb to brush under her eyes, lightly going over her beauty mark under her right eye.

Chiaki giggles, finding his light touches ticklish. But she doesn't pull away, letting the older male wipe at her tears as she looks up at his face. She noted that the little amount of baby fat Iwaizumi had the last time she had seen him was utterly gone, his facial structure maturing out and looking more like a young man. He seemed to grow into his body, muscles replaced scrawny arms and legs, his height a bit taller too. Iwaizumi Hajime was no longer the same adolescent she had know.

Iwaizumi can't help but feel his lips tug up as Chiaki gave him a messy smile, the corner of her eyes red from crying. He patted her head once before speaking, "I'll take you home. I just have to grab my bag from the gym, and I think I have some eye drops in my locker for you."

Secretly, Chiaki feels thankful that Iwaizumi doesn't immediately suggest that they talk, although she knows the boy desperately wants to. So, she pats her chest down, intaking a shuddering breath to calm herself, using her jacket sleeve to wipe her nose to make sure nothing dripped. Iwaizumi patiently waits as he watches her, his fingers lightly brushing against her eyelashes, taking a droplet off a tear that stuck to them.

When Chiaki deemed she looked presentable enough after looking at herself in her phone camera, Iwaizumi led her to grab his bag so they could leave.

Kindaichi and Kunimi both blinked in surprise as they turned their head to the gym door when they heard it open. While they had expected their vice-captain to come in through the door seeing as he was the only one missing, they didn't expect the silver-haired female in a black tracksuit to follow in after him.

Both first years quickly see that Chiaki no longer had a mask covering her face, allowing those in the gym to get a good look at her.

Hanamaki released a low whistle, his eyes widening a fraction before he nudged Matsukawa next to him.

In response, Matsukawa gulps the mouthful of water he has in his mouth, nearly spitting it out. "Wow..."

Hearing his friend's words, Hanamaki nods, dazedly watching as Chiaki follows after Iwaizumi while clutching the back of his jacket. "How is it fair that Karasuno has two pretty girls on the team? Hell, what is she doing with Iwaizumi?" The pink-haired male questioned with his eyes wide as he processed what he was witnessing.

When no one answered him, he turned his head to Oikawa, who was packing up his volleyball shoes, a small pout on his face. Oikawa pretends to act like he doesn't notice the look he was getting from his pink-haired friend, angrily stuffing his bag with his items.

"Aki-senpai, it was really you," Chiaki nearly jumped out of her skin at the voice behind her. Turning her head, she sees two tall figures, a small smile spreading on her face.

Iwaizumi, on the other hand, nodded at his teammates, deciding that he'll go get his stuff from the locker room while they spoke to Chiaki.

"Kindaichi-kun, Kunimi-chan. You've grown in height," the silver-haired female smiled as she let Iwaizumi go, facing her two former underclassmen.

Kindaichi barely can hide the flush in his cheek as he witnessed the older girl's warm smile, suddenly feeling like he was back in the first year of middle school when he had first met her.

Kunimi, on the other hand, frowns a bit. Before Chiaki could even say anything, the younger boy reaches out, his finger pinching her cheek and squeezing.

"K-Kunimi!" Kindaichi gasps in panic, his eyes widened because he hadn't expected his friend to take such action.

The wing spiker ignores his friend and pinches harder, stretching Chiaki's cheek with an icy close-eyed smile. "Aki-senpai, is that the only thing you can say after going missing for the last year? You've grown taller? I'm sure there's other things to say, don't you think, senpai?"

"Iamm sowwy, pweave fohgeav meh!" Chiaki mumbles as best as she could. She winces, a low whine leaving her lips as the taller boy finally lets her go. With teary eyes, Chiaki rubs at her sore and red cheeks, pouting a bit as Kunimi crosses his arm over his chest and stares down at the girl with a scowl.

"I'll forgive you if you bring me a box of salted caramel the next time I see you at a match," Kunimi grumbles as he turns on his heel and walks off. Chiaki and Kindaichi are left in surprise, watching as the boy disappears from their sight as he enters the locker room.

Kindaichi seemed to snap out of his shock and turn to face Chiaki, his eyebrows furrowing, "a-ah, Aki-senpai... I'm sorry about that guy, I don't know why he was like that," the boy gives her an apologetic look, his eyes moving back to the locker room Kunimi disappeared into.

Chiaki waves a hand in her air, "don't apologize, Kindaichi-kun. I deserved that. I'm sorry to you too, Kindaichi-kun." She sends the younger boy a sad smile as she continues to rub the pain out of her cheek.

Kindaichi flushes and awkwardly scratches the back of his head, looking a bit embarrassed to be under Chiaki's attention. Chiaki, on the other hand, looks at the taller boy, humming to herself.

"But I wasn't kidding about you and Kunimi-chan growing taller. It's really amazing to see how you boys grow so tall in just a year. You two and Tobi-kun were shorter than me in middle school, but now, you're all probably over 180 cm," Chiaki offhandedly comments, a fond smile spreading on her face.

Kindaichi opened his mouth to respond, but before he could, a hand slams into his back, making him flinch.

"Oi, Kindaichi, are you not going to introduce her to us?" Hanamaki questioned, a grin spreading across his face.

Behind him, Matsukawa stands with an equally mischievous smile, the dark-haired male giving Chiaki a nod of greeting.

While taken aback at their sudden appearance, the silver-haired female recognized them looking at their faces. "Number 3, Hanamaki Takahiro-San and Number 2 Matsukawa Issei-san, right? I'm Ibato Chiaki, nice to meet you," the female is quick to name the two players from the earlier game and roster and introduced herself, placing a friendly smile on her face.

Both boys seemed to be taken aback at her knowing their names. But they are both quick to recover, smiling at her in greeting.

"Well, Ibato-chan, why are you still here? Didn't your team already leave?" Hanamaki asked the million-dollar question, the others who were silently listening a few feet away, perking their ears up in curiosity.

But before she could answer, a voice beat her to it. "Don't bother Aki-chan too much, guys. Iwa-Chan's going to get angry."

Chiaki blinks, not expecting Oikawa to join into the conversation. She became even more surprised as the male placed a hand on her shoulder as he stood behind her, squeezing it gently with his hand. She can't help but stare at his face with her eyebrows furrowed, not really understanding the situation she's in.

Oikawa was touching her. On his own account...

What?

Chiaki had known Oikawa for a reasonably long time. If people asked if they were childhood friends, she wouldn't deny it. Although she wasn't quite sure if they could count as friends seeing as Oikawa didn't really like her.

But right now, Oikawa Tooru was smiling down at her sweetly, pulling her away from his teammates and creating a small distance. At this, she can't help but raise an eyebrow, trying to understand the tall Seijoh captain's motive. After a moment, she realized that was something she just couldn't seem to find.

"What's going on?"

Oikawa lifts his hand off Chiaki's shoulder as he hears Iwaizumi's voice. He spins on his heel and faces his best friend with a beam, "nothing, Iwa-chan! We were just introducing Aki-Chan to everyone! Are you ready to take her home?"

Iwaizumi sends Oikawa an uncertain look, his eyebrows furrowed as he stares at the cheery brunet, seeming to try to figure out if what he was saying was true. But he eventually brushes it off, nodding as he peered over Oikawa's shoulder to look at Chiaki.

"Ready, Chiaki?" He questions, his hand automatically going out to her. Without hesitation, Chiaki grabs it, holding it tightly as she nods.

"I'll let Coach know you dipped, leave the rest to me," Oikawa chirped as he waved lazily at Iwaizumi, who nodded in thanks.

Oikawa kept the smile on his face until Iwaizumi and Chiaki were out of the gym, the door closing behind them. When they were gone from his sight, he released a low groan, falling onto the ground in a squat as he roughly scratched his head, messing up his styled hair.

His team watched him in confusion as Oikawa seemed to be fighting his inner dilemma, mumbling under his breath.

"What the hell is wrong with him," Matsukawa questioned, his thick eyebrows furrowing together as he watched as Oikawa continued to mumble under his breath, sounding almost like a mantra of curses.

Hanamaki shrugged, not seeming to care, finding Oikawa acting weird as a part of their typical day. Instead, he stared at the door, his mind on something else that was definitely not normal in their everyday life.

"Someone please tell me I was not hallucinating. Cause I swear I thought I saw Iwaizumi walk out of here holding a cute girl's hand," the pink-haired male spoke out loud. At his words, the others seemed to realize that what he said was indeed true, multiple gasps echoing through the loud gym.

"That's just something he does with Aki-senpai. It's a calming mechanism for her."

They all blink in surprise as they see Kunimi with his bag thrown over his shoulder, lazily moving to the door. The said boy mutters a quiet, "chissu," a goodbye as he steps out of the gym. Seeing this, Kindaichi also grabs his bag, scrambling after his friend he usually walks home with, leaving a mumbling Oikawa and the rest of their teammates confused.

🏐🏐EXTRA🏐🏐

"Oi, Kunimi! Wait up!" Kindaichi called out, scowling as the said boy does the absolute opposite as he ignored the middle blocker. Kindaichi stares at his friend's side profile when he finally catches up, Kunimi refusing to acknowledge him. "Why're you in such a bad mood, Kunimi?" Kindaichi finally questioned, his eyebrows furrowing.

Kunimi doesn't respond, his own eyebrows knitted together, his lips pulled in a small pout, obviously in a bad mood. Even his steps seemed to be heavier than usual, stomping as they walked to the closest train station.

"I would have thought you would have been happier seeing Aki-senpai again."

Kindaichi can't help but raise an eyebrow as Kunimi finally showed a reaction to his words, the wing spiker's face softening for a brief second before hardening again. The male finally releases a sigh, the tension seeming to leave his shoulder.

"Yeah, but it pisses me off," Kunimi clicked his tongue, his hands stuffed into his sweatshirt's pocket. He briefly shifts his gaze to the taller male for a moment before looking forward again. "Out of all the people, Kageyama ends up going to the same school as Aki-senpai."

This makes Kindaichi pause for a moment, thinking about Kunimi's words. During that time, he stopped walking, standing in the middle of the street as the boy with parted hair continued forward.

Realizing this, Kindaichi jogged to catch up to Kindaichi again, now wearing a similar scowl to what Kunimi has on his face. "Why do you have to put it like that? Now, I'm annoyed too," the boy grumbled, seeming to sulk a bit.

The two silently stand at the train station, the area fairly crowded with salarymen and students returning home from work and club activities.

"But don't you think Aki-senpai has gotten even prettier than the last time we saw her?" Kindaichi finally broke the silence, staring at the crowd of people that passed around him.

"She has always been pretty," is the immediate response he receives from Kunimi.

Flustered, Kindaichi scratched his cheek, his cheeks painting a light pink. "Yeah, but like... Like today, when I saw her, it just seemed like there was this air around her? An air of a mature woman? She was someone already eye-catching in middle school, but I didn't expect her to be able to become even more pretty," Kindaichi sighed, seeming to be going into a daydream.

Kunimi was about to give out his own response but held it in as he felt his heart leap into his mouth as he caught sight of who stood behind them from the corner of his eyes.

"That's really sweet of you, Kindaichi-kun. I actually feel a bit embarrassed."

Kindaichi stiffened before slowly turning around, looking like a machine that needs to get oiled with how rigid his movement is. Chiaki stands there, a look of amusement on her face. Beside her, Iwaizumi stands with his arm crossed over his chest. The older male looks just as amused as the female beside him, the corner of his lips tugged up into a small smirk.

"I-I-I! A-Aki-senpai....! Did y-you h-hear all o-of t-that?!" Kindaichi spluttered in a stuttering mess, going red all the way to his ears, standing up straight and rigid as if he got struck by lightning.

Chiaki sent the boy an apologetic smile as she tucked a strand of her fringe behind her ear. "Yeah, before Kunimi-chan responded to you... You two seemed to be talking, and I didn't want to interrupt," the silver-haired female smiled a bit shyly.

Hearing this, Kunimi's own cheeks flushed, realizing she had also heard him. Silently, he wished that he could rewind time by ten minutes, embarrassment seeming to eat him from the inside.

And his friend was no better. If Kindaichi was alone, he was sure he would have crumbled down to his knee and covered his face with his hand.

"Oi, Chiaki, that's the train you said we have to take, right?" Iwaizumi called as he noticed a train entering the station on the opposite side. Seeing him point at it, Chiaki nodded before looking at both Kunimi and Kindaichi, who looked appalled, avoiding any eye contact with her.

"Sorry, boys, get home safely," Chiaki called, smiling and waving at the two of them in goodbye before getting pulled along by Iwaizumi. The said male sent the two younger boys a look of amusement that promised to tease the next time they saw each other again.

Watching them enter the train, Iwaizumi protecting Chiaki from the crowd of people that hustled into the vehicle, Kunimi finally spoke up.

"Kill me, this is your fault, Kindaichi."

"My fault?!" Kindaichi squeaked out, his voice cracking at how flustered he was, "I had a whole damn monologue of me saying how pretty she is. I want to be the one dead!"

🏐🏐OIKAWA NAME TRANSLATIONS🏐🏐

Kusokawa- Shit x Oikawa

Erokawa- pervert x Oikawa

Kuzukawa- Trash x Oikawa

🏐🏐Terms:🏐🏐

Mane-chan: aka. Manager-chan, Mane-chan, is often used as a nickname for managers. It is used even in Haikyuu a couple of times!

Ahiru- duck in Japanese

🏐🏐A/N🏐🏐

Hey guys! Hope you enjoyed the chapter! So the new Haikyuu season has started and I'm super mixed feelings about it, haha. I'm sure you've all seen people making fun of the crappy art of the second episode, not gonna lie, I was pretty shocked lmfao.

Also, there was a slight change to one of the characters. So originally, I had Chiaki's former teammate who was a libero named Takanashi Misaki (the girl that Chiaki pushed out of the way of the motorcycle and got into her accident) Well, with the new season, we kinda found out the name of the girl with the Goshiki bowl cut at the credit roll at the end and it was Komezawa Maiko. So now that we learned her name, I changed it to that from Takanashi Misaki ----> Komezawa Maiko.

I just wanted to mention it here so it doesn't confuse anyone in the future.

Next update Chapter 8 | Forgiveness will be coming out on October 30, 2020! It'll have a small comic of one of the scenes in the chapter that I quickly drew ad put together.

And the picture below is Chi-chan's stats and some info on her, sorry that her drawing is a bit sloppy, especially her hair, I wasn't down to really fix it, rip. Anyhow, thanks for reading and don't forget to comment and vote! Let me know how you think of the story. I've also finally decided after Chi-chan becomes legal in the book and goes into college, they're be a bit more romance and adult themes, so yay!

-Ember

posted 10/16/2020

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(this came out way longer than I intended im so fuckgkdsdf sory)

How I feel about this character: EVERYONE WHO KNOWS ME KNOWS I’M IN LOVE WIHT RATCHET. I love him in all iterations of Transformers because he’s always the tired, pragmatic one of the group. In contrast, he’s also almost tiredly optimistic in some ways. He won’t get out of bed, but if someone gets shot in the head he’ll spend however long and beyond to resuscitate them. There’s 2 halves to this--the me who identifies with the beating exhaustion he exudes, and the me who’s in awe that he’ll still fight his way through life. I won’t... get into each continuity...because that’s too much, so I’ll stick with probably the most unpopular version of him and that’s IDW (my impression, anyway). IDW Ratchet gets a lot of flack for being way too sour and like, maybe not selfish, but uncaring. He cares! A lot! He’s always thinking about everyone in really surprisingly thoughtful ways. Like when he’s 90% sure he’ll die due to Overlord and his last words are to promote First Aid to CMO (he’s ready!! god that’s sweet), and to give his hands to Whirl (though maybe a bit blindsided, he’s paid attention to some roots of Whirl’s trauma). Or yeah he’s hella mean to Drift in the beginning, but when Drift is dying in his arms he’s scREAMING at him “you’re gonna make it! You’re gonna be fine because I’m gonna make sure you’re gonna be fine”. He can be an asshole, but he knows the time and place. Death isn’t something to play with--he’s seen probably countless friends die, and he doesn’t want that to happen again. Even now, even after the war. So I feel very confused when ppl act like he’s this mean, cold person. He’s exTREMELY emotional. He’s probably way too invested in everyone’s lives, honestly? He interrupts a round table story for Rung just to reminisce on the veery last time he, OP, and Roller were together in the same room (not even hanging out or anything, just being together one last time. who remembers that after 5+ millions years??). He started an illegal clinic in the bad part of town because he wanted to put his skills to better use! Like! LOL. ALSO, a point that i think is unfair is that ppl think his atheism is just really mean. IT is! But I think it shows just how much of an emotional and extremely, deeply hurt person he is. It gets aggravating when he’s condescending of religion, because there’s no simple logic to it. He reacts the way he does because he’s a hurt person who’s gone through years of trauma and this is his way of coping. Is it healthy or right? Nah, but it’s humanizing. It’s why when he becomes closer to Drift he occupies this weird between space where he snarks but also tries to indulge more in perspectives outside of his own in his own dumb old tsundere way. He’s a person who believes in justice, ultimately, and religion to him doesn’t fall under justice. ALSO, can I say that his inability to say good byes is so.. like relatable? I have rly bad social anxiety, and so I’ve definitely ghosted people who’ve been nothing but really supportive for me. It’s not because I wanted to burn them, but it freaks you out needing to, not even say goodbye, but communicate with ppl. And for Ratchet--how many times was he FORCED to say good bye to friends + patients who were dying beyond his help? Maybe, if he could help it, he doesn’t want to say goodbye. And it’s tragic the times he’s just left, these were people who ended up either dying for falling astray into insanity, i.e., beyond his help. But he learns. He chases after Drift, who he actually said, in a way, good bye to (helping him off the floor after being attacked, also I should point out that a very tiny handful of people were comfortable interacting w/ Drift at all, and how much Ratchet just doesn’t give a shit abt how other ppl think abt him. he’ll help drift off the floor bc t’s the right thing to do). He says goodbye in his old dumb way--First Aid calls him out on it. ALSO his trust in First Aid is super cute. ALSO he’s like.. genuinely nice to Ten (he helped him get a date with Minimus!!!). And he’s not afraid to call out on other ppl’s bullshit (telling rodi straight you dont deserve to be captain which, at the time, was really true). He’s also SUPER smart. Also there’s that post on tumblr that pointed out that Ratchet immediately goes to deescalate conflict. He’s willing to put aside pride and anything if it means ultimately coming to a resolution where EVERYONE involved is safe. The only time he doesn’t is FUCKING OVERLORD who he rightfully, immediately, tries to briefly incapacitate to lockdown his medibay (protect patients/information). Ok I gotta stop I can go on forever just going page to page. Also, despite my love, I can totally point out his flaws. He’s grating when it’s unnecessary, he’s abhorrently bad at communicating, he’s privileged, he’s narrow-minded at times, etc. ec. But again what I love about him is that despite all that, he’ll throw his own self out the window for others’s well-being bc he genuinely, genuinellyyy cares about other people. If only he could care for himself //cries All the people I ship romantically with this character OH god... everyone. He’s my bicycle. ok look, ya’ll know I’m an intense dratchet shipper and I could literally write a god damn essay. ... here’s another essay???!! So, I’ma be real, I wasn’t a super dratchet shipper before. I wasn’t anti (i have no notps), but I was just “yeah they’re cute i guess haha”. But 99.99% the reason why I ship anything is all for super cute adorable fanart. and I kept drawing them because 1) ratchet’s my fav, 2) drift is super popular so I figured I should learn to draw him. And they became the only 2 mechs I could draw. I used to be way more into Scavengers + megarod. I used to only like 1 dratchet fanfic and that’s bc it was less romantic and more plot centric (still a fav tho). Then I kept seeing cute fanart, I would read posts by other dratchet shippers too about what makes them so nice? And I was yeah.. oh yeah. And it doesn’t help that in Lost Light, drift is CONSTANTLY by Ratchet’s side. He’s constantly checking up on him and holding him and touching him, like as if Ratchet is the thing that he needs to make sure, at all costs, is safe. In Drift’s life, Ratchet is the one who appears to him when he needs support the most but is in the most denial of it. When Drift is at the brink of death, overdosed and about to be broken apart and Orion brings him to Ratchet’s clinic. Ratchet patches him up pro-bono and tells him that he sees something special in him. like??? can you imagine how that feels? To have no one believe in you--you don’t even believe in yourself, and yet here’s this person who tells you “you’re gonna be great”. And it totally doesn’t hit Drift in anyway, at least in a way that’s tangible to him, until much later in life. Or maybe it does (hey, how do you weave character narratives when it’s been written by like 3 different ppl shrugs). And that statement means 2 different things to them. To Drift, it’s a reminder that he’s worth something, even if it’s a sliver of nearly nothing to hold onto. To Ratchet, it’s a reminder that the greatness he saw led to the deaths of thousands of people. HEY can you imagine this person you saved, patched up, tried to encourage, ended up being a mass serial killer in the future? (have you ever read Monster by Naoki Urusawa). Ended up killing people you loved? So it’s no wonder that a good part of Ratchet is absolutely mad at Drift. And I think if that was all, they probably would’ve ended up being amicable. But Drift also ended up being super religious and seeing the hand and primus in everything and oh my god is this person really waxing poetry on the value of life when he, himself, shot several bullets at me at one point? I also believe they are uncomfortably similar as they are different. The reason why they constantly butt heads is they’re two people trying to escape a past they don’t want and found complete opposite ways to cope with their losses. Drift found religion, Ratchet is gratingly pragmatic, and they see each other and go “how could this guy choose to be this way?”. I’ve heard ppl like to cite the annual as the reason why they could never work out. BUT, can I point out, that they act around each other in a way they don’t with anyone else? Drift gets SO MAD. Ratchet gets extremely talkative and incredibly personal (pulled out an electro slug from someone’s spark, holy shit that fucking traumatized you didn’t it??). They challenge each other emotionally, and it’s so fucking difficult bc they’re both extremely depressed and suffer from PTSD and would probably rather just go on their dumb space adventure and look at stars--take 2 emotionally constipated idiots and you get them. And hell no, don’t tell me Drift is in-tune with his feelings bc he’s 10000% not. He uses religion to cope with a past and life that he doesn’t want to think about. He tries to re-contextualize himself because he hates who he is. OUCHHH. And Ratchet MAKES him confront the parts of himself he hates--bc Ratchet has seen his worst traits and isn’t afraid to make him think about it. So why do they work out eventually? They realize how important they are to each other. Delphi, Drift saves Ratchet’s life while he’s barely holding onto his own because he probably feels like he owes Ratchet his own life. And that’s a huge turning point in their relationship--Ratchet sees that... Drift tries really really fucking hard. My friend Zig pointed out that post-Delphi, Drift is eating energon w/ chopsticks (what a fucking nerd), and you can see in a later panel that Ratchet (who chose to sit next to Drift) is using those chopsticks too. IT’s such a small thing, but they’re becoming closer by sharing and learning from each other. And then Drift takes the fall and leaves. And Ratchet realizes just how important Drift’s presence is in his life. I mentioned it already lol but the scene where Ratchet helps Drift up off the floor and it’s superimposed with the love message Rewind left for CD. They care about each other so much!! And Ratchet chases after him!! HOLY SHIT. If that isn’t romance, what is?? lol I kid, but it’s obvious just how important Drift’s presence meant to him. IT’s really because they became so so so close in a way that can’t be described as just friends. They deeply understand each other in really uncomfortable ways and bring out the absolute worst and absolute best in each other. And this point is where Ratchet again appears when Drift doesn’t realize he needs someone in his life. Drift thinks he can be a loner and just float aimlessly and voicelessly--hell no! He needs friends, he needs community. He NEEDs belonging, because he wants to belong somewhere. And Ratchet helps bridge him back to friends and found family. And Ratchet slowly changes the more he’s with Drift. He reads religious text and tries to brag about it bc he’s a dumb tsundere lol but he’s trying to understand Drift’s interests more even if it takes a decade and more to get there. And Drift values him for being his rock. That’s why he’s constantly making sure Ratchet is safe and unharmed, because he owes at least that much to him. And yeah they eventually fall in love because they value each other in a way they haven’t anyone else. IM EMO I CAN GO ONE, this all probably didn’t make a whole lot of sense but yeah. I’m just so soft to the fact that they’re horribly hurt people who don’t know how to redirect their pain, but by being together they come out healthier and more confident. IT’S RLY ROMANTIC IDKKK My non-romantic OTP for this character As much as I also love OpRatch, they are also great best friend platonic ship. They know each other best, they’ve been through SO MUCH together. It’s honestly a shame they barely interact in IDW bc the small tidbits we have, they obviously deeply respect each other’s opinions and deeply value the relationship they’ve had over the past millions of years. I’m also all for non-romanceOTP for dratchet because I can totally imagine they go to each other to talk about things they feel uncomfortable sharing with others (they’ve seen the absolute worst of each other afterall). My unpopular opinion about this character I don’t... think I ahve one. Some ppl view my love for his as grating lol. One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon. Medic spin off.

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