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xddaengx · 10 months

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just peachy ⎜ l.sm + j.ww

✧ Pairings: Seokmin x afab!Reader ⎜Wonwoo x afab!Reader

✧ Genre: Romance ⎜ Smut ⎜ Fluff ⎜ Love Triangle ⎜

✧ Warnings: mentions of verbal abuse ⎜ aggressive ex seungcheol ⎜ sorry cheol, someone had to be the bad guy ⎜sick seokmin ⎜desperate sex ⎜unprotected sex ⎜ missionary ⎜ gentle wonwoo ⎜slight angst ⎜sweetest sunshine seokmin ⎜ she/her pronouns ⎜

✧ Word Count: 13.2k

✧ Summary: They wriggled their way into your life - they're your best-friends - what are you meant to do when your feelings grow for both of them?

✧ Author’s Note: I decided to repost this as one long part instead of splitting it up as a series! Hope you enjoy! Please feel free to give feedback :)

(UNEDITED)

You remember when you first met them.

The dark haired boy sitting near the back of the lecture hall, his glasses sitting low on his nose as he flicks his way through the textbook. You look around to the other students who group together, all catching up about their summer break.

You take a glance at the pens besides him on the desk. One highlighter and one pen - he had some sticky notes too but they were tucked in the back of his book. His notebook was open to the right of the large hunk of paper, his messy scribbles already on the page. You glance around at the room again before taking a step towards the empty seat besides him.

“Do you mind if I sit here?” You question the boy barely looking away from his page as he nods his head.

“I’m waiting for someone.” He says quickly, and you nod your head with understanding.

“Oh, no problem, sorry for bothering you.” You rush to say, moving quickly to step away from the desk, your cheeks already a tinge darker than before. You don’t notice the man behind you until his hands are gripping your shoulders keeping you upright.

“Who could you possibly be bothering, peach?” The voice says from behind you as his soft chuckle whispers across the back of your neck. He shoots his friend a short glare from over your shoulder before letting go of you, stepping around your body.

“She wanted to sit in your spot.” The dark haired man says to the newcomer, his gaze finally shifting from his textbook. “I said I was waiting for someone.” He adds, his friend shaking his head slowly, looking over his shoulder at you before back to his friend.

“You could’ve moved down a seat, Wonwoo.” The man shakes his head once more before turning around to face you. “We are gonna sit over there, away from this idiot.” The man says, pointing over to the empty seats on the row to the right, marching his way over and taking the second seat, leaving the aisle seat open for you. He waits for you to follow before patting the seat next to himself. You look towards the dark haired man who looks at his friend with a glare before moving to sit besides the kind newcomer.

“My names Seokmin.” He introduces himself, smiling as you manage to sputter out your own name. “I think we are going to be good friends.” He says softly, looking over to his still glaring friend, “All three of us.”

Much to Wonwoo’s disapproval you can’t seem to get Seokmin to detach himself from you. He brings you everywhere he and Wonwoo go, he even added both their numbers to your phone after the first lecture just in case you needed any help going over the material.

“Wonwoo is like the smartest person here.” Seokmin beamed as he guided you out of the lecture hall one afternoon. The professor has spent almost half the lesson discussing how he was unimpressed by most of the essays recently handed in. “Maybe he can help us both.” Seokmin adds softly, quickly glancing over his shoulder hoping his friend hadn’t heard him.

“That’s a nice offer, Min, but my essay was fine.” You respond, trying to detangle your arm from his.

“What do you mean?” He asks and you shrug.

“I got a hundred so I assume mine was fine.” You answer again, Seokmin stopping in his place, staring at you with wide eyes, gaping mouth.

“You a hundred? Like a hundred percent?” He questions and you nod again. “That’s higher than Wonwoo.” He whispers, leaning forwards towards your ear, “He only got a ninety-five.” Seokmin lets out a low chuckle as Wonwoo catches up to the two of you, glancing at his friend in confusion.

“Guess I’ve got a new smartest best friend.” Seokmin says in a teasing tone, his smile brightening as Wonwoo flicks his stare to you in surprise. He nods at you once before walking past the still teasing Seokmin, his arm slung over your shoulder with pride.

Wonwoo seemed to look at you differently after that, he didn’t roll his eyes when you took out your pastel highlighters and novelty pens. He glanced over at your notes every time you wrote down something he didn’t find to be particularly important during the lecture. He listened closer every time you explained something about the lecture that Seokmin didn’t understand.

His friend was right, you were smart.

“Can I borrow a highlighter?” Wonwoo leaned slightly towards you, his bright orange highlighter leaving broken streaks against his page, the pen clearly out of ink. Seokmin has made it clear he liked you sitting in the middle after your first class together - he said that way ‘the smartest in the group’ can help both of them.

“Yeah, of course.” Your eyes are wide as Wonwoo looks down at your multi colour page, your love for making your notes look like something from an aesthetic study YouTube video amusing to the two men besides you. You sprawl all of your highlighters onto the desk between you and Wonwoo, hoping he would just take one and stop looking at you so intensely.

“You know, blue is great for productivity, it’s a soothing colour so it makes it easier to want to look back on your notes - Green is also good cause its easy on the eyes.” You note as Wonwoo finally breaks his gaze, his eyes taking in the large selection of colours. He nods slowly at your words, picking up a mint green and sky blue highlighter. “I prefer pastel colours cause they’re not as abrasive as the neon ones.” You add, just wishing you could stop talking for once in your life.

“The neon ones usually hurt my eyes when I study.” Seokmin notes from besides you, his smile wide as he flashes the baby pink highlighter you gifted him a few weeks ago. “This one is much better.” Wonwoo just nods looking down at the two pens in his hand before glancing back at the pile.

“Do you mind if I borrow one more?” He questions and you nods quickly motioning for him to take whatever he wants.

“You can keep them - I have a spare pack at home.” You note, cringing slightly as your ex boyfriends words ring through your head.

‘What kind of idiot spends all their money on stationary.’ He used to hiss as he found the plastic bag filled with new pens tucked under some clothes in the closet.

“Thank you.” Wonwoo says softly as he picks up a peachy orange highlighter tucking the two cool coloured pens into his small pencil case, the orange one gripped tightly in his hand.

The days became routine for the three of you.

You’d meet the two friends at the campus cafe twenty minutes before class everyday, the two of them usually saving you a seat on one of the benches, coffee cup already on the table waiting for you.

Usually you and Seokmin would walk in front, arms linked together tightly and you gossip about the recent celebrity news, leaving Wonwoo to follow behind watching the two of you. But recently Wonwoo couldn’t help but widen his strides, falling into step besides you as he sandwiched you in between the two of them.

He wanted to listen to your opinions on the gossip, and for some reason found himself dropping his gaze every time you glanced over to him. He could feel the shiver running down his spine, when you laugh your eyes flicking to the both of them to make sure they were laughing too.

Usually Wonwoo wasn’t but sometimes anyone could see the small, shy grin spreading on his lips.

Seokmin always noticed.

Shooting a knowing grin at his friend.

“So, we’re a trio now.” Seokmin says one afternoon, you had a meeting with the volunteering committee for a position as the TA in the freshmen literature classes, so you were late to meet them at the usual cafe. Seokmin glances at the empty seat in between himself and his friend, your iced chocolate sitting on the table in front of the chair.

“I guess.” Wonwoo says.

“She pretty great, isn’t she?” Seokmin pries, he wants to see where his friends head was at, but Seokmin knew a crush when he saw one.

“I guess.” Wonwoo repeats, but the soft blush raising up the back of his neck said enough. Seokmin just smiled at his friend knowingly. The two of them glanced up as you rushed into the cafe, apologising for being so late, you didn’t think the interview would go so long.

Seokmin recognised the brightness that glistened in Wonwoo’s eyes as you walked into the cafe.

He recognised the heaviness that lifted off his friends shoulders when you waved hello at them.

He recognised the way Wonwoo watched you.

It was the same way he watched you.

“It’s fine, Wonwoo and I were just having a chat about some very important things.” Seokmin teased, Wonwoo’s neck deepening in colour, you raised you eyebrow expectantly at Seokmin, expecting him to catch you up on the important thing. “Don’t worry, it was just about one of our roommates Mingyu, nothing for you to worry about.” Seokmin adds, watching as Wonwoo turns away from the two of you grabbing his bag and trudging his way out of the cafe.

“What wrong with him today?” You ask and your friend just shrugs, handing you your half melted drink, his hand reaching out for your own as you follow behind your rushed friend.

It was flu season.

Seokmin has texted you earlier in the morning to let you know he wouldn’t be going to class today. His roommate Mingyu has been spreading the flu around and unfortunately Seokmin had managed to catch it.

‘Wonwoo is still going to class - he’ll meet you at the cafe after picking up some cold and flu meds for me and gyu.’ Seokmin had messaged and you replied with a thumbs up. You order yours and Wonwoo’s normal drinks, asking for two blueberry muffins as well, taking a seat at the table in the corner, your note books already sprawled across the surface.

You can’t help the way your head lifts every time the door opens with a jingle, waiting for your distant friend to walk through the door. This time your gaze freezes as a broad shouldered man walks into the cafe, chuckling with the man following closely behind him.

“Fuck.” You hiss as you make quick swipes on your phone.

PEACHES🍑: SOS!!

Your text is quickly seen by both of the members of your group chat. Seokmin sending question marks in return, your fingers starting to type on the screen as your ringtone sounds in your AirPods.

‘WONU 🐱 IS CALLING’ You quickly swipe to answer the call, not knowing what to say as you keep your eyes pinned on your ex boyfriend ordering at the counter.

“What’s going on?” Wonwoo’s voice rings through your earphones, your breathing becoming more rapid as you avert your gaze from your ex. “Are you okay?” He asks again his voice soft, but sounding panicked as you glance up again.

“Seungcheol is here.” You manage to whisper, trying to hide your face as you see your ex glance around the cafe, looking for somewhere to sit. You make the mistake of glancing up his eyes meeting yours as they light up with recognition. “He’s coming over here, Wonwoo what do I do?” You panic, Wonwoo swearing under his breath as you hear some shuffling on the other end.

“Look I’ll be right there, pack up your stuff and meet me outside.” He says quickly as you nod to yourself, before hearing the phone hang up.

You jump in surprise as you feel the cold hand pull one of your AirPods out of your ear. You glance up at the man standing besides your table.

You wish it was Wonwoo standing there.

“Seungcheol?” You question as you pull out your other AirPod, your pen dropping to the table as you look at your ex-boyfriend in mock surprise. He shoots you a crooked grin, dropping your earphone on the table, before tucking his hands in his pockets.

“I still your still obsessed with those silly little pens.” He comments, his gaze flicking down at the ballpoint pen sitting on your notebook, the small butterfly adorning the top of the pen. Your own gaze flicks down at the pen before back at the large man in front of you.

Seokmin has bought you this pen.

“What are you doing here?” You question, Seungcheol scoffing in response.

“I go to school here.” He says as if it was obvious.

“No, I mean right here, standing next to me.” You respond, your hands shaking softly as you reach for the pen he had just made fun of, needing something to keep you grounded as you ex rolls his eyes. “You said you’d leave me alone.” You whisper, glancing around the cafe hoping someone would notice the discomfort in your posture.

“I just wanted to talk.” He begins, trying to pull out the chair in front of you, wanting to take a seat at your table. Your eyes widen in panic, you know how Seungcheol’s talks usually went, and you didn’t want to be involved in one today. Your eyes glance around the cafe, desperately searching for your friend.

Seungcheol moves to sit down as you stand frozen at your table, trying to will your body into moving away from him, to do what Wonwoo said and pack up your stuff.

But you can’t.

The chair is ripped out from behind Seungcheol, the man managing to catch himself before he falls to the ground, his head whipping to glance behind him in surprise ready to scold whoever was interfering, his gaze pausing and slowly trailing up as he meets Wonwoo’s glare.

“This is my seat.” Wonwoo grumbles, pushing the chair further away from your ex, his body squeezing in between your small table and the surprised imposer. Seungcheol glances between the taller man and your slightly trembling body.

“I see what this is.” Seungcheol starts, glaring at you before letting out a disbelieving scoff. “I thought you’d want to sort things out but I guess you have other plans now.” He continues, looking up at Wonwoo one last time before taking a step back.

You can see Wonwoo’s step to the side, hiding you from view as your ex tries to get you to make contact with him.

“Just go.” Wonwoo hisses out, the man’s eyebrows raising in surprise at the firm turn, trying to glance over the larger man’s shoulder before taking a step back, throwing his hand up in defeat.

You let out a soft breath as he walks away, trying to talk yourself through your calming motions before letting out a harsh sigh, shoving your pens into your pencil case and trying to shove everything into your bag as quickly as possible.

“I have to go.” You say quickly to Wonwoo, not turning to look at him, as you zip your backpack closed, trying to hide the slight tremble in your hands, as you swing your bag over your shoulder.

“Are you okay? Did he do anything? ” Wonwoo asks softly, his hand lightly gripping your wrist as you try to squeeze past him, your body stopping as his eyes glance over you quickly.

“Seokmin told me a little bit about him.” Wonwoo continues, his gaze watching you carefully, almost like he was waiting for you to burst out in tears.

You wanted to.

“Seokmin said and I quote ‘if we see him it’s on sight’.” Wonwoo adds, a smile gently raising on his lips as one lifts on yours, a tear dropping off your waterline. Wonwoo sighs softly, lifting his hand to wipe the tear off your cheeks gently, his thumb stroking softly against the skin before dropping it back to his side.

“Don’t let him get to you, he’s just mad that he lost someone as special as you are.” Wonwoo mumbles, checking you over once more before grabbing your drinks from the table, ushering you outside the busy cafe.

The two of you walk together in silence, your breathing settling as the cold autumn air strokes your face, soothing your burning cheeks.

“Maybe you should call Seokmin later, he’d be better at this than I am.” Wonwoo mentions, his body sticking close to yours as you nod softly, continuing to take long slow breaths.

“Thank you for coming.” You mumble back, the rest of your walk to your designated classroom passing in silence, Wonwoo scolding himself for his lack of social skills, wanting nothing more than to find the right words to comfort you.

It has been three days without the third in your trio. Wonwoo had mentioned that Seokmin went to the doctors and was told he had a chest infection and wouldn’t be returning for the rest of the week.

“Does he need anything? I have the afternoon off, I can bring him some soup, or vitamins or new socks.” You ask Wonwoo, the man looking at you with a raised eyebrow at your last suggestion, letting out a soft chuckle as you shake your head.

“Never mind.” You huff, turning away from the tall man.

“Actually, I have a shift this afternoon and was going to pick up some groceries for min and min, maybe you could grab them for me?” Wonwoo says quickly, your body spinning to face him with excitement.

“Anything to help.” Wonwoo smiles, and rifles through his backpack, pulling out a set of keys and his wallet.

“Use this card to pay, I’ll text you a list of things they need, feel free to buy yourself a snack or something too.” Wonwoo starts, before handing you his keys. “These should let you into the main building - the code for the door is zero-zero-zero-one, apartment seventeen.” He adds, and you nod, mouthing the words a few times so they stick in your memory.

“Thank for this, it was stressing me out a little trying to juggle everything.” Wonwoo mumbles, his hand patting your hair lightly. You nod slowly, waving goodbye as he hurries off to his work in the administrations office.

Your phone buzzes shortly after, a small list of groceries popping up on your screen. ‘Thanks again. If I don’t see you tonight, I’ll meet you in our spot tomorrow.’ Wonwoo’s message said, your face burning a little at the thought.

Our spot.

You knew the three boys lived in a student housing apartment just off campus, the rent prices slightly discounted to help the broke students. The three had managed to snag the apartment together when Mingyu took over the lease from an older friend.

You shuffle the bags in your hand around, to pull the set of keys wonwoo gave you out of your pocket, flashing the small black tag against the scanner, the door swinging open with a buzz. You let out a short groan at the sight of the stairs in front of you, the elevator having a large ‘out of order’ sign plastered over the front.

You shuffle the bags again until the weight distributed more comfortably, making the trek up the stairs

The forty seven stairs.

You counted.

zero-zero-zero-one, your repeated the numbers till you got to the door, the number “17” in silver beside the door. You slowly punched the numbers into the door, with your thumb, sighing in relief as the door beeped, the knob turning as you pushed it open.

“Thank god.” You groaned as you dropped the bag by the front door, sliding your shoes off in the entryway, turning around the quietly close the door behind you.

“Wonwoo?” An unfamiliar voice calls from down the hall, you freeze, hearing the heavy footsteps walking down towards you.

“Wonwoo asked me to bring you guys some groceries.” You spit out quickly as the large man comes into view.

You had seen photos of Mingyu on the boys instagram. Though they didn’t really do him justice.

The man was huge, much taller than your two friends, his biceps probably the size of your head. He watches you pick up the groceries bags with a soft smile of amusement, before rushing forwards to grab the heaviest off the floor.

“I’ll show you to the kitchen, you can just dump them on the floor.” Mingyu says, his voice was clearly affected by his cold, the words coming out raspy and soft. You can hear Mingyu let out a crackling cough as you reach the kitchen, the man turning to you with wide eyes.

“It’s not covid, I swear.” He puts his hands up in defence and you laugh.

“Good to know.” You respond, before glancing down the hallway to where the bedrooms appeared to be. “Is the other min here?” You question.

“Yeah, in his room.” Mingyu says, slapping your hands away as you try to unpack the groceries. “I can do that, you should check on him, he’s been a sad sack all week stuck in bed.” He adds, and his smile grows when you nod, moving towards one particular bag, pulling out two bottles of hand squeezed juice.

“You should drink this, my mum always said fresh lemonade helped clear the throat.” You say as you hand mingyu a bottle of the juice, giving him a smile as he mumbles a thanks, taking a sip of the sweet and sour liquid.

“I feel better already.” Mingyu jokes, ushering you down the hallway. “Second door on the left.” He shouts after you, and you throw up an okay sign to show you heard him.

Your feet shuffle down the hallway, the sound of a TV echoing under the closed door with a bright yellow sunflower poster taped to the door.

"Fitting." You mumble.

You lift your hand and knock lightly, the other hand gripping the juice bottle. You hear your best friends hoarse voice respond, your hand turning the door knob, squeezing your way into the room, trying to avoid letting too much light into the very dark room.

“Min?” You question in the dark room, you hear shuffling before the lamp light switches on, a sweaty, shirtless Seokmin sitting up on the bed. “Oh, I didn’t mean to take you by surprise.” You say quickly, moving to exit the room.

“Peach?” He questions, your gaze snapping back towards him, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he slumps back against the headboard.

“You look really bad, min.” You note, taking a step forwards until you can place your hand gently on his forehead. “You have a fever.” You note again, Seokmin just leaning into the touch of your cold hand. The sweat glistening over his body seems to make more sense now at the burning fever on the boys skin.

“Why are you here?” Seokmin questions, his eyes closing for a minute, enjoying the soft way you push the sweaty hair off his forehead, enjoying the way you dote on him.

“Wonwoo asked me to get you guys some groceries while he’s at work. He said you were sick but he didn’t say you were this sick.” You sigh, stepping away from Seokmin, the man letting out an upset whine at loosing your touch on his burning skin.

“I’m going to get you a cold face washer, drink this.” You say, handing him the cold lemonade, the man letting out a grateful groan as the liquid touches his tongue. You swing open his bedroom door, rushing down the hallway to Mingyu still unpacking the groceries.

“Do you guys have any aloe vera?” You question, Mingyu nodding quickly, pulling the cooling cream out of the fridge. “Wheres the bathroom?” You ask and Mingyu directs you to the first door on the right, explaining where everything is.

“What about you?” You question, not wasting time in standing on your tippy toes, pressing the back of your hand against his forehead. “Good, no fever.” You hum, pulling your hand away from the large man who watches you in surprise.

“Have you been taking cold and flu?” Mingyu nods quickly.

“Keeping yourself hydrated?” Mingyu nods again.

“Good, now go sit in the sun and get some vitamin D, no wonder you’re all so sick, this house is like a dungeon.” You scold, Mingyu mocking a salute with a wide grin before going to open the curtains in the lounge room, plopping himself on the floor in front of the window.

You grab the face washer from under the sink, soaking it in cold water, before wringing it out and bringing it and the aloe vera cream into Seokmin’s bedroom, closing the door behind you.

“I’m gonna open the curtains just a little to let some light in.” You warn the boy, who is lying on the bed, his arm draped over his eyes. He just nods, too tired to put up any fight, he can feel the sun enter the room. You glance at his bedside table, the empty bottle on lemonade thrown on the top.

You glance over the man and his bedroom, a face washer wasn’t going to do the trick. “When was the last time you showered?” You question softly, dabbing at the sides of his face with the cold fabric, a small shudder running through his body at the sensation.

“A few days ago, it’s too hard to stand up for that long.” He says quietly, he can’t help the way the red on his neck spreads like wildfire, the embarrassment hitting him hard.

He’s sitting in front of the most beautiful person in the world, sweaty, shirtless, stinky and probably dying.

How could he not be embarrassed.

“What about a bath?” You question, remembering the porcelain tub in the bathroom, “You wouldn’t have to stand, but you’d be able to feel cleaner?” Seokmin just nods, whining again as you spring off the bed to start running the lukewarm water into the tub, adding the eucalyptus bath salts that sit in one of the cupboards.

You manage to recruit the overgrown puppy down the hall into helping his friend into the bathroom and the bath tub - Seokmin was slowly gaining some colour in his face, his eyes following you around as you pull out a fresh towel, sitting it on the toilet besides the tub, averting your eyes as Mingyu helps a clothe-less Seokmin into the cool water, the man letting out a relieved groan.

“Oh, that feels nice.” Seokmin says in delight as he lets his body sink into the water, dunking his head under to scrub at his dirty hair. Once he sits comfortably in the water, bubbles up to his chin, you turn to face him, dropping to your knees besides the tub, your eyes settling on his face, a worried expression tainting your features.

“I’m okay.” Seokmin whispers, and you shake your head.

“No, you’re not and I’m a little mad you didn’t tell me how sick you where.” You huff, your expression melting away as Seokmin lets out a rough laugh, his hand lifting out of the water to wipe at the crease between your eyebrows.

“I like you when you’re cranky. It’s a cute look.” He teases, and you huff again, crossing your arms over your chest. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, it would’ve been nice to have you helping me out.” Seokmin says softly, his fingers trailing down to caress the soft skin on your cheek.

He’s not sure what happening, maybe it’s the antibiotics, they’ve made him delirious.

Or maybe it’s the fact that he’s missed you so much, that he doesn’t know how to handle it.

“You’re a much better nurse than Wonwoo.” Seokmin teases, his hand pulling away from your face, your expression surprised as he slips it back into the water, “He kept telling me to suck it up.” He adds and you roll your eyes.

That sound like Wonwoo. He’ll be getting an earful when he gets home later.

“Just clean yourself up - I’ll go change your sheets, and throw out all those dirty tissues.” You tease him back, giving him a gentle smile before lifting yourself off the floor, striding out of the bathroom, and back into his bedroom, stripping the bed of the dirty linen, managing to find some clean ones in his closet.

Within half an hour you manage to have Seokmin’s room looking cleaner, his sheets are fresh on his bed, a small candle that you stole from the lounge room burning in the corner of the room, the curtains open just enough to add some light to the room, but closed enough to not hurt Seokmin’s eyes.

Mingyu help his friend out of the bathtub, letting him dry himself and pull on his clean sweatpants before following him slowly back into the bedroom, the smile on Seokmin’s as bright as the sun outside as he looks over your efforts in his room.

“I’m going to go order some of the chicken soup from down the road, I’ll message you when it gets here.” Mingyu says quickly, patting his friend on the shoulder before exiting the bedroom, leaving the two of you alone.

“You’ve done a lot.” Seokmin says quietly, closing his bedroom door behind himself as he shuffles into the room.

“My mum always said that a clean space is good for healing.” You mention, your hands balled at your sides as you try not to look at your friends bare chest, your eyes locked with his.

“Your mum seems to say a lot of things.” He coos, stepping forwards again until he hovers in front of you.

“Are you dissing my mum?” You question with a pout, Seokmin shaking his head quickly with a quiet laugh. You don’t miss the way his eyes flicker down to your lips before flicking back up to your eyes.

“Not at all. I think she says some very wise things.”

“That’s what I thought.”

“Thank you, peach.” Seokmin’s voice drops, his fingers grazing against the skin on your arms.

“What for?” You question.

“Everything. For being my friend. For helping me in class. For taking care of me while I’m sick.” He says softly, his hand stopping underneath your jaw, his thumb tracing gentle lines against your cheek.

“I care about you, Min.” You say softly.

Seokmin nods, he knows what that means.

His brows pinch as he tries to shake away a thought that can’t stop lingering in the back of his head, a thought to try again, to cross the boundary.

“I really want to kiss you.” He whispers, his face bending down to meet your slowly, his movements stopping as his forehead presses against yours, you wait, expecting him to close the distance, to kiss you.

He doesn’t.

He can’t do it.

“Rest with me for a while?” He asks, pulling away from you, he slides onto his bed, feeling the luxury of being clean in his clean sheets.

He owes you big time.

“Okay.” You say, sliding onto the bed besides him, the man throwing his covers over the two of you. He shuffles on the mattress, waiting till your settled comfortably against the pillows before slipping further down the mattress, tentatively placing his head on your chest, letting out a content sigh as one of your arms wraps around him, fiddling with the hair at the top of his neck.

“Can you trace on my back?” He asks cautiously, he knows he might be pushing a boundary.

He knows how his friend feels about you.

He knows that once his medication wares off he might regret how forwards he’s being, but for now he just wants you.

He needs you.

He needs you to touch him.

He needs you to comfort him.

He wishes he did kiss you.

But he doesn’t want to make you sick.

The room is dark when you wake up - Seokmin’s TV still playing the true crime documentary, the boy pressed tightly against your body, one of your hands pressed against his bare back. You lift your free hand and press it to his forehead glad that his temperature seems to be settling. You let out a long sigh as you hear the front door open and close in the distance, deep whispers coming through the cracks under the door.

You glance down at the sleeping man before pressing a quick kiss to his forehead. “Ill be right back.” You promise as you pull his arms from around you, sliding off the bed, Seokmin letting out a long whine before rolling over and cuddling himself against his pillows.

You manage to slip out of the room without waking the sick man, closing the door lightly before stomping down the hallway, smacking Wonwoo’s arm as soon as you get close enough. “Why didn’t you tell me?” You hiss, Wonwoo in shock at you standing in front of him. He glances to his larger friend for help but Mingyu just shrugs throwing his hands up in surrender.

“She has a point, he looked like a dead man.” Mingyu huffs, trying his best to stroll out of the room before he gets caught in Wonwoo’s fate. Wonwoo sighs and glances back at you, his expression timid, apologetic instead of its usual flat line.

“He didn’t want you to worry.” He begins to explain, faltering when you cross your arms against your chest, raising one eyebrow. “Neither of us wanted you to worry. I’ve been taking him to the doctor and making sure he’s had his medication but I’m not good with the hands on stuff.” Wonwoo sighs, his head shooting to look over his shoulder to glance at Seokmin’s closed door.

“Is he really that sick? Should we take him to the hospital?” He questions quietly and you shake your head.

“He’s okay, he just needed a little TLC.” You explain, moving to the fridge in the corner of the kitchen pulling out the third bottle of lemonade handing it to the tall man. “You need to drink this though, can’t have the only carer here getting sick.” You say softly, Wonwoo shoots you a sheepish grin, downing the drink in a few gulps before chucking the empty bottle in the recycling bin. He pauses for a second, looking over to Seokmin's still closed door and back to you.

“Are you leaving?” Wonwoo asks quietly as you reach into the fridge and hand him the container of left over soup, asking for him to put in in some bowls and warm it up.

“No, I think I’ll stay the night, I want to check him every few hours.” You answer, leaning against the counter as Wonwoo tips small amounts of soup into four bowls before placing each into the microwave one by one until they’re all warm. “If his antibiotics don’t start working he’ll need IV ones.” You explain, Wonwoo just nodding slowly.

“I’ll set up the couch for you then.” Wonwoo speaks softly, handing you one of the bowls with a spoon knowing what you were going to do next. He nods at you before walking over to the linen cupboard by the front door pulling out some spare blankets and pillows.

You watch him set up for a bit longer before walking back down the hall with the soup in hand, a water bottle tucked under one of your arms. You swing the door open surprised to see Seokmin sitting up against his headboard watching the TV intently.

“Oh, I didn’t think you’d be awake yet.” You say quickly shutting the door behind you, placing the bowl of hot soup on the night stand, moving to hand the water to him. He had pulled on a T-shirt in the time you’d been in the kitchen, his skin still having a light sheen to it.

“I just woke up.” Seokmin answers, glancing over you and then back to the door. “Are you leaving?” He asks, his expression mirroring Wonwoo’s only two minutes earlier. You just shake your head, perching on the side of his bed, waiting for him to take a big gulp of the water.

“I’m really worried about you, min.” You speak after a break of silence, the two of you just watching each other. His expression softens quickly, the man scooting down the mattress to sit in front of you, his hands reach out for yours, his skin still warm to touch.

“I really am okay, it’s just a chest infection.” He says and you scoff, glaring up at him before glancing back down to your joined hands.

“Did you mean what you said earlier?” You ask, Seokmin glancing at you in surprise. Theres a pregnant pause, neither of you moving an inch before Seokmin nods his head.

“Why didn’t you?”

“I didn’t want to make you sick.”

“It’s just a chest infection though.” The corners of your lips lift as you repeat the phrase in a teasing tone, Seokmin rolling his eyes before releasing your hands, his own lifting to sit on the underside of your jaw, lifting your head to look up at him.

“Do you want me to?” His gaze flickers again, down to your lips and then back to your eyes, your teeth catching your lip, your shoulders shrugging slowly.

“I think so.” You respond, your voice no more than an exhaled breath as Seokmin leans forwards, your lips just barely touch, but as he feels your own part he presses down harder. You feel Seokmin’s body relax as you reciprocate, your lips locking together only breaking apart to take quick breaths, his hands falling from your jaw to grip your hips, his body shifting slowly.

Seokmin’s lips leave yours for no more than ten seconds, his hands tugging your body onto his lap, your legs straddling him as he shoots you a grin, before leaning up to catch your lips again. Your body melts against him your hands rake up his arms, Seokmin letting out a small shiver as they tangle in the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer to you.

You’re both starved for each other, taking the time to melt your bodies together as Seokmin lies back on the mattress pulling you down with him, his thumb rubbing soft circles into the plush flesh of your thighs.

“I don’t want to push you.” His voice is rough as he pulls away from you, his lips red and swollen, despite a light sheen of sweat on his forehead his eyes are bright, void of any signs of sickness.

“If anything I think I’m the one pushing you.” You say quietly, sitting up straight on his pelvis, your hands bracing against his abdomen as you look down at him. Seokmin’s hand reaches out the brush a loose hair behind your ear, his eyes searching every inch of your face.

A knock at the door pulls your attention from him, your gaze shoots over to the closed door Seokmin’s expression falling.

“I’ve set up the couch for you, I’m just gonna be in my room.” Wonwoo’s voice cuts through the sounds of harsh breathing, your gaze shooting back to the man beneath you, guilt slicing through your expression.

“You’re still sick.” You mumble, your arms falling limp at your sides. Seokmin shakes his head quickly, sitting up holding you steady on top of him, his eyes pleading with you. Seokmin can feel the desperation rising in him.

Why did his friend have to be such a cock block?

Why did you have to hesitate?

“You should be resting.” You remind yourself.

“This is the best I’ve felt in days.” He mumbles under his breath, his hand soothing up and down your sides, slipping under your shirt. “Please don’t go.” He pleads.

He watches as you grimace a little your fingers reaching up to push his hair away from his eyes, fighting a battle with yourself.

He watches as you slip off his lap, taking his hands off your sides, giving them a tight squeeze before releasing them.

“Eat your soup, I’ll come check on you in a few hours.” You whisper, leaning forwards to press a gentle kiss to his forehead. Seokmin just keeps watching as you leave the room, closing the door gently behind yourself.

You pause outside Seokmin’s room, leaning against the wall as you try to calm yourself.

What the hell are you doing?

Your alarm goes off twice through the night, you poke your head into Seokmin’s bedroom before tiptoeing into the room, pressing your hand gently to his forehead. His fever has almost resolved, he still a little warm to the touch but seems much more comfortable then when you had arrived earlier.

Mingyu is fast asleep when you squeak open the door to his room, a YouTube video playing on his phone besides his head. You tip toe into the room, locking the device and plugging it into the charger before pressing the back of your hand against his forehead.

Might as well take care of all of them while you’re here.

His forehead is cool to the touch, the large man letting out a hoarse cough as you move to make your way back out of the room. You make a mental note to give him a lozenge next time he’s awake.

You leave the room as quietly as you entered, opening the next bedroom door, poking your head in to see Wonwoo perched on the edge of his bed, fresh in pyjamas his hair wet from his shower.

“How’re you feeling?” You question as you swing the door open a little further, not brave enough to step into the boundary of the room.

“Good.” Wonwoo says his eyes lifting off his phone glancing at you before he locks the device placing it besides him on the bed. He watches as you glance around his room, taking in the floating shelves above his bed, overflowing with different kinds of fiction, your eyes glancing quickly at the beyond dead plant in the corner of his room before stopping back on him.

“You should be asleep.” You comment, your eyes glancing to the clock besides his bed - the time reading ‘3:45am’. Wonwoo just shrugs, his brain not able to think of anything to say to you as you linger in his doorway.

“Thank you.” He finally mumbles out, his words sounding forced as he tries to put a smile on his face.

God, he’s so fucking awkward.

You smile back at him, nodding your head as you accept his words. You take your chance, stepping into the bedroom, your hand reaching out for the closest book to you, plucking it off the shelves.

Wonwoo can feel his chest tighten as you read the back of the paperback, flicking through the pages stopping to read the random annotations he had written into the margins. “Do you mind if I borrow this?” You question motioning down to the book in your hands.

Wonwoo nods without hesitation. “Anything that’s mine is yours.” He says quickly before grimacing. Your eyebrow quirks as you glance down at him, still frozen at the end of the bed.

“Are you sure you’re feeling okay? You’re being weird.” You comment. He can see the confused concern in your eyes, his head nodding quickly as he clears his throat standing from his spot.

“I was wondering if you might want to go somewhere with me tomorrow?” Wonwoo asks, his hand reaching behind his head to scratch at the back of his neck. You falter, your eyes widening quickly as you avert your gaze to the book in your hand.

“I just saw that new book store a few minutes away from the campus has opened, and thought maybe you’d want to check it out.” He adds quickly, he waited for a few moments his hand dropping from his neck, his mouth opening to speak pausing as you nod your head.

“I’d love to.” You exclaim lifting your head to shoot him a smile, “I have been really excited for that place to open.”

“I know.” Wonwoo mumbles under his breath, smiling back at you before glancing over to his bedside table. “We should probably leave around ten? Maybe grab some brunch while we’re out?” You nod quickly, shuffling back to his bedroom door.

“Goodnight, Woo.” He can feel his heart skip at the nickname.

“Night.” He responds.

You fold the blankets placing them on top of the fold out couch, watching Wonwoo potter around the house getting ready to leave. You had managed to sleep until nine after falling back asleep, only waking to Mingyu crashing around in the kitchen, making a fresh coffee pot for the apartment.

He had apologised for waking you but you were quick to wave him off. “I actually forgot to set an alarm so you saved me an embarrassing wake up” you had chuckled at him as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes. Mingyu was certainly sounding better that morning his rough cough almost gone, you had managed to convince him to take one more day of cold’n’flu just in case.

“Wonwoo, maybe I should just meet you there?” You called down the hallway, stepping out from tidying the lounge, grabbing your purse off the floor. “I need to have a shower and get changed it might save some time.” You hear his footsteps stop for a moment, before they quicken the man rushing out of his bedroom, checking his pockets.

“I’ll drive you back to your place and then we can drive to campus.” Wonwoo says, pulling his car keys from his back pocket leaving no room for debate as he walks to the front door.

“Ready to go?” He asks and you nod, moving towards the front door.

“It was nice to officially meet you, Mingyu.” You call to the large man in the kitchen. “Hopefully you’re not as sick next time we hang out.” The said man pokes his head around the corner giving you a wide smile and short wave as Wonwoo leads you out of the apartment.

The drive to your apartment is almost silent bar the soft hum of the radio and the occasional interruption from the navigation on Wonwoo’s phone. He pulls his car into your designated spot following you hesitantly up the stairs to your one bedroom apartment.

“Hey.” You coo as you swing open your front door, the fluffy tailed silver tabby swishing at your feet as you shuffle carefully into the apartment.

“You have a cat?” Wonwoo questions as he closes your front door bending down the scratch the head of the friendly feline.

“He’s my sisters, just crashing with me while she’s out of town.” You explain, shrugging off your purse and coat hanging them over the desk chair in the corner of the room. “His name is bud, if you were wondering.” You add quickly.

Wonwoo nods, a beaming smile on his face as the cat rolls onto its back, opening its posture for Wonwoo to rub his belly. “Hi, bud.” He mumbles quietly, the smile not leaving his face as you move around your apartment, pulling some clothes out of your wardrobe, placing them on your bed.

“Make yourself at home, I’m just going to rinse off quickly.” Wonwoo nods watching as you close the door to your bedroom, the sound of the shower turning on making him stand from his spot on the ground.

He takes a moment to glance around your apartment, the four bookshelves lining the walls brings a soft grin to his face, his hand reaching out to pull one of the more worn in books off the shelf.

“What a weirdo.” He chuckles to himself as he flicks through the book, laughing softly as the emoji’s your had drawn in the margins, not to mention the copious amount of the word ‘slay’ every time the main character does something to stand up for herself.

Wonwoo places the book back on the shelf, before pulling out another the same pastel coloured tabs lining the edges, your words in this book written in a hot pink glitter pen. Wonwoo sits on your couch this time, taking a moment to flip through every page just looking for the scribbles in the book.

It’s endearing.

Wonwoo jumps a little when your bedroom door swings open, dropping the book on the cushion besides him as he looks up at you.

“Would you mind helping me zip?” You question as you turn your back towards him, exposing the white band of your bralette. He swallows hard, stepping up his fingers grazing your back as he lightly tugs on the zipper.

It takes bit of adjusting, his fingers trailing over your shoulder as he moves your hair out of the way to pull the zip the last little way up.

He can see the goosebumps raising on your skin as you step away from him, looking up to meet his eyes once before shuffling back into your bed room. Wonwoo sighs, glancing down to the cat sitting besides the couch.

“Don’t judge me.” He grumbles at the feline, his body tensing again as your step out of your room. The black floral dress sat at mid thigh, the bodice covered now by a white crop knit sweater your hands digging through a tote bag as you ensure you have everything you need.

Wonwoo’s eyes trail down a little taking in the thin stocking covering your previously bare legs, a pair of white high top converses over the top.

“You look pretty.” The words fall out of his mouth before he can stop them - Wonwoo having to force himself to not bring his hand over his mouth.

“Thank you.” He can see the slight pink rising on your cheeks, averting his gaze as he fans his face a little, grabbing the book off the couch to place it back on your shelves. You bid farewell to the cat, checking his automatic feeder has been topped up with food before leading Wonwoo back to the car.

The two of you slide into your seats as your phone dings loudly. Wonwoo glances at you quickly before turning his focus back on pulling the car out of the parking space, watching in his peripherals as you pull your phone out of the tote bag.

MINMIN 😷: where’d you go?

PEACHES 🍑: heading out with woo - going to that new bookstore.

MINMIN 😷: without me? I’m hurt.

PEACHES🍑: invitation only, sorry.

PEACHES🍑: how are you feeling now?

Wonwoo glances over as he pulls out of the garage, frowning at the soft smile on your face, watching you text furiously on your phone.

MINMIN😷: feeling good - all thanks to you ♥️.

PEACHES🍑: I’m glad - make sure to take your meds, otherwise nurse Wonwoo will have to take over the case.

You let out a soft snort at the exaggerated pleading emoji’s seokmin sends - clearing your throat as you glance to the driver, his hands tight on the steering wheel his eyes focused on the road in front of you.

“Sorry, just checking in with Seokmin.” You say quickly locking your phone and sliding it back into your bag, clasping your hands over your tummy.

“How is he?” Wonwoo asks, and you just shrug.

“Said he’s feeling better, I told him if he doesn’t take better care of himself you’ll have to take over for me.” You joke, Wonwoo huffing out a laugh as he shakes his head, pulling into the parking lot of your schools campus.

The two of you make casual conversation as you make your way over to the new bookstore - the balloons from the opening still hanging up with the banner over the front door, Wonwoo’s hand light on the small of your back as he guides you out of the way of exiting shoppers.

“Wow, this place is huge.” You exclaim, as the two of you pause in the entry way taking in the two story bookstore, the bottom floor holding a large coffee shop with a cluster of tables and couches the stairs leading up to the rows of bookshelves, already bustling with college students.

“Is there anything in particular you’re looking for?” Wonwoo asks sticking close to your back as he steps out of the way of more people, his hands sitting on your upper arms as he bends down so you can hear him easier.

“I just wanted to browse - I do need a copy of that Fredrik Backman book for the movie adaptation assignment.” You respond, glancing over your shoulder to make eye contact with him. Wonwoo straightens his posture glancing around at the people around you two unsure where to start.

“Let’s just wander.” You say quietly, moving out of his grasp much to his disappointment, his eyes flashing in surprise as you reach up to slide your hand in his, pulling him behind you as you move through the groups of students to make your way up the stairs.

Wonwoo follows you blindly his broad shoulders stopping people from crashing into the two of you as you reach the top of the stairs - the second level was far less busy then the cafe down below - Wonwoo can feel your hand loosening in his for a moment, fight or flight kicking in as his fingers tightening around yours, not letting you release him as he pulls you over to the thriller section.

He takes his time reading the synopsis of multiple books before placing them back on the shelf, his hand holding yours besides him as he pretends not to notice the way you look down at his hand curled around yours before glancing up at his face.

“Oh, I have that one, you can just borrow it if you like.” You say as he looks over a book, seeming to be interested in it. “I mean if you don’t mind some annotations, and I know some people prefer to collect the books they read but I just thought I’d offer in case you wanted to sav—”

“I want to borrow it from you.” Wonwoo cuts you off, sliding the book back into the empty space on the shelf, turning his body towards you. “Where to next?” He questions you, his hand shifting in yours releasing you for just a moment, to lace his fingers with yours giving your hand a tight squeeze.

“Fantasy?” You say hesitantly, still frozen as Wonwoo starts making his way through the rows of books following the large signs pointing to the section he was looking for. Your body follows behind his willingly, eyes trained on your connected hands in surprise.

You gaze finally flickers away as you run straight into Wonwoo’s back, Wonwoo’s arm keeping you behind him as he stares down the man standing between the shelves of books.

“Josh.” Wonwoo addresses the man with a sharp look, the name of the man making you step out besides Wonwoo, your hand still clasping his as you glance over the intruder.

“Joshua? Since when do you read?” You question quietly, the man’s head perking up from the book he was looking at, his eyes catching yours as he moves to take a step forwards, Wonwoo holding you steady as he moves the two of you a step back.

The second man freezes his brows furrowed as he considers you. “It’s good to see you too, princess.” Joshua says softly, his smile kind as he looks over you.

“Don’t call her that.” Wonwoo hisses, you hand squeezing in his as you glance up at him reassuringly before stepping away from him, letting go of his hand to step into a hug with your old friend.

Joshua holds you tightly as you give him a quick squeeze, letting you go to look down at your face, taking a moment to tuck your hair behind your ear. “You look good, kid.” He whispers in your ear, pulling a soft chuckle out of you.

You step away from your friend, immediately reaching out to slide your palm back against Wonwoo’s as you chatter away with Joshua. Wonwoo can feel himself relax a little at your hand being back in his, your thumb rubbing soft circles into the top of his hand.

Wonwoo had been made aware of your history with the group of senior students, your past relationship with Seungcheol being a big stressor for you, Seokmin had gotten the story from you first hand, including the way you had happened to find comfort in your ex’s best friend, Joshua.

“So are you two dating or something?” Joshua asks, motioning down to your linked hands, his gaze teasing. You move to debate his question, barely getting a chance to speak before Wonwoo cuts in.

“We are.” His voice is deep, but steady, his gaze still considering your friend with doubt. Your face crinkles in confusion, Joshua’s smile growing as he glances between the two of you.

“Well aren’t you two just the cutest.” Josh continues to tease, noticing the small movements the two of you make, the way Wonwoo’s free hand clenches every time Joshuas gaze flicks over to you. “I better head off, I’m meeting Jeonghan for lunch.” Joshua adds quickly, smiling at you one last time before sending you a quick wink and making his exit out of the book store.

The two of you stand silent for a moment, before Wonwoo quickly moves his attention back to the books, his eyes squeezed shut in frustration his hand finally letting go of yours much to your own disappointment, your face falling as you look down at your now empty hand. Your arms are limp at your sides as you step further away from him, confused as to what had happened in the span of one morning, Your thoughts filling your head quickly as you make your way to the staircase, quickly weaving through the cafe to step outside into the cold air.

You pause outside, leaning against the wall next to the front door, running your hands through your hair pulling your phone out of your tote bag looking down at the collection of messages.

MINMIN 😷: I think we should talk about yesterday.

MINMIN😷: you’re not mad at me are you?

MINMIN😷: please don’t tell me you regret it?

MINMIN😷: I don’t, not even for a second, please just call me later so we can talk.

You quickly type a response back, feeling bad that you had been ignoring the soft vibrations of your phone, hoping seokmin wasn’t overthinking things too much.

PEACHES🍑: I’ll call you when I get home, still at the bookstore just got distracted.

Seokmin’s response is quick, clear to you that he had probably been waiting for you to reply since sending his messages.

MINMIN😷: I expect nothing less.

The door to the shop opens quickly, the bell jingling above your head as Wonwoo steps out, small paper bag in his hand.

“What are you doing out here?” He asks quietly.

“Just getting some air.” You huff, locking your phone and tucking in back into your bag as you cross your arms over your chest.

“Is this about what I said earlier?” Wonwoo asks, moving away from the door to stand in front of you, his hand pushing the paper bag towards you. You take the offering, opening it to see the book you had mentioned earlier sitting inside.

“Why did you say it?” You question back, tucking the book into your tote bag keeping your attention of the quiet man in front of you. “What are we doing here today?” You add another question, watching the way Wonwoo shifts on his feet.

“I don’t know.” He says quietly, his hands wringing in front of him, his eyes unable to meet yours as you wait for a proper answer. “I could ask the same of you.” He says quickly your brows furrowing as you frown.

“Why are you here with me when you clearly have something with Seokmin.” He almost sounds angry, his words coming out quick and harsh but never raising above a quiet whisper.

“You invited me here.” You answer, “I came because you invited me and I thought we were friends.”

“Friends?” Wonwoo hisses, his shifting stopping as he makes eye contact with you.

“What else would I think Wonwoo? You barely talk to me most of the time, to be honest for the first few months I thought you hated me, you never made an effort to be friends.” You scoff, your words making Wonwoo lower his head again.

You were right, as per usual, he didn’t make much effort to talk with you, to spend time with you apart from Seokmin because he didn’t know how.

He wasn’t sure how to move past being classmates. Friends.

He has never been good at making conversation or at reading peoples body language, which is why he says, “so you don’t deny you and Seokmin have something going on?”

You choke on a laugh of disbelief, “I don’t deny it.” You hiss quickly adding, “We kissed yesterday, is that what you want to hear?”

Wonwoo can feel his heart drop, that isn’t what he wanted to hear. He thought you’d deny it, explain that you’re just friends but now he stands with his heart in his stomach, your eyes glaring at him.

“You kissed him?” He questions not sure what else to do.

“I did.” You say, “I care about him, he’s very special to me.” You continue, the tension in your body falling away as Wonwoo watches you.

“I care about you too, Woo.” You mumble, the words feeling different to how you said them last night with Seokmin, “As much as you confuse me, and refuse to spend time with me, a part of me can’t help but care for you.” Your honesty shocks the man in front of you.

How can you be so open with your feelings?

How can you say things he wishes he could say to you?

You stand there waiting, giving him time to process what you’re saying, waiting for him to do something.

Anything.

He does.

Wonwoo steps forwards his hand reaching out to cup your cheeks, tilting your head up, your eyes meeting his as his eyes search over your face. “I care about you too.” He finally whispers, his breath ghosting over your lips.

The world keeps moving around you, the busy college student rushing in and out of the bookstore, not paying any attention to the two emotionally stunted adults standing besides the door.

Wonwoo leans forwards pressing a soft, chaste kiss against your lips. You can tell he wants to do more, to press harder, to pull you against him but he doesn’t.

One chaste kiss is all you get before his pulls his lips off yours, going back to just staring at you.

“But I can’t help but think I’m not the right choice for you.” He mumbles, leaning forwards for just one more kiss before he lets you go, beginning to walk in the direction of his car.

What the fuck?

The phone rings in your ear as you wait for your best friend to answer his phone. After your slight argument with Wonwoo he had driven you home, neither of you saying anything as you jumped out of the car as soon as he pulled up beside your apartment building.

You had paced your apartment for a while, stating your frustrations to the poor cat who watches you move about before grabbing your phone off the bed, pressing his contact and holding the phone to your ear.

“Hello city morgue. I’m doctor death, how may I help you?” Seokmin’s voice rings through the speaker, the joke going in one ear and out the other as you blurt out.

“I kissed Wonwoo.” The line is silent for a moment before Seokmin lets out a long sigh.

“I know.” He says quickly, you can almost hear the way he rubs his forehead as he thinks about what to say next. “Wonwoo told me.” Seokmin still sounds so tired, you heart sinks as you think about him, sitting in bed waiting for you to call while you’re out kissing his best friend.

Maybe Seungcheol was right all those years.

You are the reason your relationships always fail.

“I’m sorry, I know it’s not cool, especially after last night.” You start to speak into the phone, interrupting Seokmin as he tries to soothe your concern.

You stay silent as he excuses your behaviour.

You don’t deserve friends like him.

“I think maybe I should take a break from the two of you for a while. I don’t want to be that person that ruins a friendship, I’ve done it before Min and I don’t want to be that person again.” You explain, sitting down on your couch as you let out a stilted sigh.

“You’re not going to ruin- what is this about, I’m not angry if that’s what you’re worried about.” Seokmin says quickly, you can feel how fast his brain is going with the stuttering of his words. “If anything I’m the one that pushed Wonwoo to make a move, I think we should all sit down and talk about this, be honest about how we feel.” He continues.

“I just need some time to think, Min.” You mumble, your heart aching as the weight of what you’re saying hits you.

Time alone.

You had been a trio for a while now.

You don’t even know how to be alone.

“Ok.” Seokmin whispers, “We can do that, we can give you time to think but I don’t want you to pull away from us for good.” Seokmin says, adding, “Don’t pull away from me.”

“I won’t.” You promise, “I’ll talk to you soon.” The phone call ends, the two of you sitting in different parts of the city, staring down at your phones like it burnt you.

Days move quickly. Blurring together as you move through the hours without a second thought.

They days turn to weeks, to a month in the blink of an eye.

“Hey, you.” A voice says from behind you, as you wait in line for your hot chocolate, bundled up in a large coat. You turn towards the voice shooting a tired smile at the overgrown puppy holding his own warm drink.

“Hey Mingyu, it’s been a while.” You greet him, pausing to take your order from the pick up counter before stepping back over to him. Mingyu glances over you in concern, his eyes lingering on the tiredness in your eyes.

“Are you okay? You look a bit tired.” He comments and you scoff, grinning as you take a sip from your cup.

“What a way to complement a lady.” You chide, watching the way Mingyu fumbles slightly before adding, “Exam season kicked my ass, tired is an understatement.” His face brightens as he realises you didn’t take him seriously.

“Well we all miss you over at the apartment, can’t say it’s been fun hanging around MinWoo since you ditched.”

“How are they?” You question quickly, focusing on your take away cup as Mingyu’s eyes burn into you.

“You should ask them yourself.” He says softly, “They’ve been patient but you don’t even text them and I don’t know how much longer they can wait before they set up a mass search and rescue.” You grimace at his words.

You had been overly MIA, hoping that maybe they would just forget about you.

Maybe if you caused enough trouble they would give up on wanting to be your friends and you wouldn’t have to face reality.

“You don’t have to choose one of them.” Mingyu places his hand on your shoulder giving it a soft squeeze. “Just choose me instead.” He jokes, pulling a soft chuckle out of you as he moves a finger under your chin, raising your head.

“They would be happy to do whatever you asked, they just want you in their lives anyway they can.” You nod at his words, thanking him as you push your way out of the cafe, pulling your phone from your pocket.

PEACHES🍑: I think we should meet up, sorry for being so MIA.

WONU 🐱: oh, so she is alive.

MINMIN ☀️: don’t be a dick.

MINMIN ☀️: When and Where?

PEACHES 🍑: My place? Tonight?

MINMIN☀️: I’ll be there.

WONU🐱: Guess I’ll tag along.

You spend your afternoon cleaning up your apartment, rearranging the plates on the table, staring at them and rearranging them again. You don’t have much chance to rearranging any further as your phone lets out a loud ding, a soft knock at your front door sounding into the apartment at the same time.

“Just a sec.” You call out as you reach for your phone, glancing down at the message sitting on your lock screen.

MINMIN ☀️: I just thought you should know that I won’t be coming tonight - I’ve been doing some thinking of my own and think that what you and I have is very different to what you and Wonwoo have - even though it hurts me I can’t help but admit you two are right for each other. I hope this doesn’t ruin your evening but you have my blessing.

You let out a soft “oh” as you glance down at the message on your phone. Another one popping up on the screen not two seconds later.

MINMIN☀️: Just know I’ll always be there to catch you if you fall.

Another knock on your door reminds you of your visitor, your hands swiping at your face as the tears well in your eyes, threatening to roll down your cheeks.

“Coming.” You say softly, unlocking the deadbolt before pulling the door open, Wonwoo staring down at you in surprise.

“He sent the message didn’t he?” Wonwoo asks and you nod, your bottom lip poking out as your pout, showing the screen of your phone to Wonwoo who just sighs.

“I told him not to.” He starts, brushing the hair off his forehead as he sighs. “I told him he should come and he wouldn’t listen and I know how much you probably want him he—” You pause Wonwoo’s monologue by reaching forwards, stepping up onto your tippy toes as you cup his face, your lips catching his.

Wonwoo lets out a short grunt of surprise as his hands latch to your hips, walking you back into the apartment, kicking the front door closed behind him. “Why are you here, Wonwoo?” You question as he pulls his lips from yours, his gaze moving to look behind you as he takes deep breaths.

Your fingers move to grip his chin, pulling his gaze back down to you. “Why are you here?” You ask again, his eyes searching yours as you wait for your answer.

“Because I care about you.” He whispers, his eyes soft as he continues, “Because I care about you to the point where I can’t let you go, I need you in anyway that I can have you.” He takes a deep breath as he leans his head forwards, pressing his forehead against yours as his shoulders slump forwards his arms wrapping around you.

“I’m not good at this. I’m not like Seokmin, it doesn’t come naturally to me to take what I want.” He mumbles.

“And what do you want?”

“You. I just want you.” He answers, his teeth catching his lip as he squeezes his eyes shut. “I don’t just want to be friends.” Wonwoo lifts one of his hands from around your waist, settling it against your neck, his thumb lifting your head to look up at him. “Seokmin made his choice, and this is me making mine.” He grumbles before catching your lips with his, his hand warm on your neck as he waits for you to make the first move.

Your arms loop around Wonwoo’s neck pulling him closer to you, his lips pulling off yours to rip the glasses off his face, before reconnecting, his hands bracing against your thighs as he lifts you up his body, sitting you comfortably on his pelvis.

“I think we should go to the bedroom.” You mumble against his lips, grinning as he nods, pressing soft kisses against your jaw as he wanders into your bedroom, lying you on your mattress softly.

“Tell me you want me.” Wonwoo grumbles against your skin, his fingers making quick work of the buttons on your oversized cardigan, letting the fabric fall open against the bed as his hand move down towards the zipper on the back of your skirt.

“Someone’s needy.” You tease, letting out a soft chuckle as Wonwoo pauses his kisses, pushing himself up on his knees to glare down at you. Your hands reach for him, tugging the white t-shirt out of his jeans, pulling the fabric up his torso until he takes the hint and pulls it the rest of the way off, throwing it onto the floor.

You wrap your legs around his waist pulling him back down to you, his hands bracing against the mattress above your head, his body hovering while he waits.

God he really does want you to say it.

“I want you, Wonwoo.” You say quietly, your nails scratching up his back until they stop at the base of his neck. He considers you for a moment before getting back to work, his lips pressing gentle kisses down your chest while he tugs your skirt over your hips, slotting between your legs as you pushes your hips open taking his time to gaze down your body.

“Are you done yet?” You question, watching as he shakes his head his eyes moving furiously over your body. You huff and reach for the band of your black bralette pulling the flimsy material over your head, your hair sprawling out on the bed beneath you as you shoot him a smug smile.

“What about now?” You question, Wonwoo doesn’t answer his eyes scanning every inch of your face as he tries to avoid looking at your bare chest, his hands scrunching the sheets beneath you. “You can touch me, woo.” Your words break his concentration his throat moving quickly as he swallows harshly.

“I just want to take my time.” He says softly, leaning forwards to press a chaste kiss to your lips, letting out a soft groan as you tighten your legs around his hips, your clothed pussy grazing against his jeans.

“We can do that later.” You coo, smoothing the hair off his forehead as you release his mouth, taking your turn to press open mouth kisses down his neck, sucking harshly against base of his throat, the man letting out a shuddering sigh. “I want you to fuck me.” You say watching as Wonwoo shakes his head.

“No.” He says quickly, “I don’t fuck.” He corrects and you groan, rolling your eyes as you beg him not to say it.

“I make love.”

“Oh wow, you actually said it.” You blurt out, smiling as Wonwoo presses a soft kiss to your cheek before sitting up on his knees, fiddling with the buttons on his jeans before pausing.

“I don’t have a condom.” His face falls as his fingers pause on his waistband. You glance up at him for a moment before shrugging.

“Clean?” You ask quickly his head nodding as you shrug again. “I’m covered.” You say quietly, sitting up on the mattress reaching forwards to finish pulling down the zipper on his pants, Wonwoo still processing what you’re saying.

“You want me to raw dog it?” He splutters, a frown on your face as you glare up at him.

“You really are finding ways to ruin this aren’t you.” You hiss, tugging on his jeans until he slides off the bed pulling them the rest of the way down before kicking them to the side.

“Sorry, I’m nervous.” He apologises, climbing back onto the bed. You just smile at him, pulling him back to you as your distract him with kisses, Wonwoo’s arms sit comfortably on the bed besides your head, his fingers playing with the ends of your hair as your hands make quick work of pushing his boxers over his hips, his cock hard between the two of you.

Wonwoo groans against your lips as your hand wraps around his length, his hips bucking forwards as you give him a few strokes, before releasing him to dip your fingers inside of yourself, letting out a soft whimper as you scissor the two fingers inside your pussy, stretching your walls slowly.

“I’m gonna cum so fast.” He mumbles against your lips as he glances quickly at what your hands are doing before snapping his eyes back up to yours. You don’t respond, biting your lip as you pull your fingers back out, reaching for him again, spreading your wetness over his cock before lining it up with your entrance.

Wonwoo doesn’t waste much time, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek before slowly pushing in, his cock grazing your walls at a snails pace. You can feel his lips spread in a smile against your cheek as he bottoms out, pausing for a moment, letting you buck your pelvis against his in a bid to get him to move.

“Someone’s needy.” He coos, the taunt from earlier coming right back around to slap you in the face. You let out a groan of frustration as you push your head back into the mattress, Wonwoo letting out a soft chuckle as he pulls out, pushing back in at a much more urgent pace.

Wonwoo is surprisingly fluid with his motions, his hips moving in a exact rhythm as he lifts himself up a little, one arm leaving the mattress to grip your thigh, lifting your leg to sit around his waist as he bends down sucking your left nipple into his mouth.

“Fuck.” You hiss as his tongue circles the peaked nub, his teeth ever so gently grazing the pink flesh before moving his mouth to the right nipple, making sure to show the sensitive bud the same amount of attention.

“Do you want to cum, Peach?” He asks softly, his fingers digging into your thigh as his hips slow down, the butterflies in your stomach fading away as you let out a long whine.

“Please.” You beg, Wonwoo grinning as he sits back on his knees, lifting your other thigh around his hips as well. His hips beginning snapping into your harshly as he lifts two fingers to his mouth, dipping them inside quickly before reaching them down to circle your pulsing clit, the feeling overwhelming after the nub has been so rudely ignored this whole time.

“I’m close.” You hiss, gritting your teeth as you push your eyes squeeze shut, Wonwoo whispering soft words above you as his hips falter.

“Come with me, peach.” The two of you come undone together, his body leaning forwards as he sucks harshly against your neck, whispering soft praise into your sweaty skin. You can feel his release hot and heavy inside of you as his hips pause, your pelvises locked together as he brushes some hair from your face.

“Can I take my time with you now, peach?”

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kazutora-kurokawa · 2 months

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It Wasn't Me! (A fic about Mikey's dorayaki getting stolen while some of Toman's founders are hanging out)

♡ SFW, use of nicknames, cursing, mentions of arson, false accusations/Mikey blaming everyone for stealing, set in an au where Shinichiro survives Kazutora hitting him and everything is peachy keen between the founders, just a random idea that popped in my head ♡

Characters: Mikey, Draken, Kazutora, Mitsuya, Takemichi

Mentions of: Pah-Chin, Baji, and Shinichiro

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Mitsuya sat on the couch in the corner of Toman's hideout, scribbling away in his design journal before noticing something strange. "Draken?" Draken looked up from the book he was reading. "Yea Suya? What is it?" "Isn't it oddly quiet?" "You know what, now that you mention it, it is-" "WHO TOOK IT?" Mikey's voice reverberated throughout the hideout, interrupting Draken mid-sentence.

"I knew it was too good to be true." Mitsuya closed his journal and placed it on the couch before getting up to go with Draken to investigate Mikey's sudden outburst. "What's wrong now Mikey?" "I'll tell you what's wrong! There's a thief in our midst!" "What got stolen?" The boys turned around, surprised by Kazutora's sudden appearance. "What the fuck Tora, you scared the hell outta us! Where did you even come from?

"I was just out riding around on my bike, I needed to clear my head. So...is anybody gonna say what got stolen or is it a guessing game?" Draken and Mitsuya turned back to face Mikey, awaiting his response. "What got stolen is my dorayaki. Some scoundrel came in here and got their dirty hands on it!" "Are you fucking serious right now? I'm sitting back down, this is just ridiculous." "That's what you were yelling about? I promise you it's not that serious." "Yes it is! Takemitchy-kun brought it for me earlier and I was planning on eating it right now, but I obviously can't cause it's gone!" "It's not like you're gonna die without it, just relax."

"What do you mean relax? I can't relax with a thief running around!" "Well who do you think stole it?" "Pah hasn't been here, so you can rule him out." Draken yelled from the couch. "You know what? It was probably Baji, he does illegal stuff all the time." "Mikey you can't just go around accusing people who aren't here to defend themselves." "Exactly, you're basically just slandering him." "He literally lights cars on fire, can you really blame me for suspecting someone with a criminal record?" "I hate to admit it, but he's got a point."

"Oh shut up Draken!" "Okay let's calm it down a bit. Mikey, I think you're placing the blame on Baji because you're too lazy to actually do any detective work." Mikey crossed his arms and stared sheepishly at the ground. Mitsuya was right, no matter how much Mikey wished he wasn't. "Okay fine, I admit that I'm lazy. I guess Baji didn't do it." As the words left his mouth, Mikey looked up in sudden realization. "If it wasn't him, then it must've been one of you!"

"Oh that's just fantastic, are we gonna be playing the blame game all day? Why the hell would we steal your dorayaki? "I don't know, maybe to piss me off." "Well I don't have any reason to wanna piss you off and I was enjoying the peace and quiet, so I definitely wouldn't steal anything from you knowing you'd have an outburst." "I'm with Suya on this one, nobody wants to hear your damn mouth while they're trying to read."

Mikey turned his attention towards Kazutora, loading up his accusation. "Then it must've been you Kazutora!" "I literally just got here like 10 minutes ago dumbass, how could I steal it?" "I don't know, but I need someone to blame!" "Hey guys, what's up?" Takemichi wandered through the door of the hideout, oblivious to the situation plaguing his friends. "And the plot thickens." "Nothing much Takemichi, just Mikey blaming everyone for stealing his dorayaki." "I haven't blamed everyone, just you guys." "You say that as if it makes it any better." "Dorayaki? You mean the one I brought for you?" "Yes and someone snatched it up!"

Takemichi just stood there and laughed awkwardly, giving the boys a chance to notice the bag he held in his hand. "Takemichi, that wouldn't happen to be Mikey's dorayaki in that bag would it?" "Yeah it is, he forgot to grab it before he left." "Wow, so he really just accused everyone for no reason. That's crazy." "Mikey you owe all of us an apology."

Feeling guilty and embarrassed at his own behavior, Mikey shuffled his way over to Takemichi, taking the bag out of his hand. "Thanks Takemitchy." Mikey turned around and faced the guys, who were actively expecting an apology. "Guys..." Mikey took a long pause before continuing. "I'm not sorry." He walked out the door, too stubborn to admit he was wrong.

"I wish I would've hit him with those bolt cutters instead of Shinichiro."

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#tokyo revengers fanfiction #mikey sano #ken ryuguji #kazutora hanemiya #mitsuya takashi #hanagaki takemichi #mikey is a stubborn asshole and you can't convince me otherwise

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marigolddove · 11 months

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Love Begins With Murder, Believe it or Not.

Part One

This is a request from @yandere-dark-cupid, I'm sure you intended for this to be a one-shot...buuuuut I got super carried away because I L O V E mafia/mob AUs. They're my favorite all around and I just couldn't help myself, especially when you said you wanted a sweet civilian that's my jam. So, yeah this is part One for now, I'm thinking this is gonna end up being 3 parts minimum with how it's going and I will tag you in all 3, thanks for the request it was so much fun to plan and write and I hope you're happy with it!

Warnings: Blood and violence at the start, bit of torture and mentions of murder. Only at the very start though.

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If Wally Darling could only choose two qualities he hates most in this world he would choose dishonesty and disloyalty. Both of which this sorry bastard strapped to a chair in his office have. Wally didn't need to watch to know Barnaby was doing his job and doing it well, making this insignificant waste of air scream and wheeze through his gag.

He had more important things to focus on anyhow, like his craft for one. Having grown bored of reading recent reports and approving deals with neighboring rival groups, he turned to what he really loved most: art.

Sure now it was only a hobby compared to his full time job of running his family, but in his younger years it was his passion; his reason to get out of bed each morning and breathe. He's become weary and disappointed by his lack of motivation and inspiration as of late. There was a time when no one could pull him away from an easel or a sketch book for hours; but now, even with the tension and emotions bouncing around the room from this well deserved "lesson" he couldn't fully immerse himself in his work.

At a particularly loud and strangled cry from the now ex-member of his family, Wally growled and scribbled through his current piece so violently the paper ripped; then tossed the sketchbook and pencil haphazardly onto his desk. He finally turned his attention to Barnaby and his victim.

Barnaby, having heard his friend's frustration through the gasping breaths of some no-name newbie who crossed Eddie and Frank, immediately fixed his attention onto Wally.

"Everything alright boss?"

"Just peachy." Wally sneered sarcastically, clasping his hands tightly together on his desk, "I believe I'm now tired of our session, you can take him and finish this up elsewhere, please? Oh, and on your way out get Julie for me."

Barnaby immediately unstrapped the man from the chair and threw his weak, limp body over his shoulder, "Sure thing boss, I won't take up more of your time; but I'll be around if ya' need me." He moved to grab the bloodied and soiled chair, but stopped when Wally waved dismissively.

"No need for that, leave the chair and the mess, I'll have someone else clean that. Thank you Barnaby, be safe." Barnaby nodded and with that left the now slightly dank office.

Now alone for a moment, Wally leaned back into his leather seat and sighed, typically he wouldn't have these sessions in his office but this had been a…special occasion. A heat of the moment call if you will.

You see, that man had been new to the family, very new. He had yet to learn just how important family really is to Mr. Darling, but when he put the lives of Eddie and Frank into danger well…now he knew. All could have been forgiven had he shown a bit of sympathy and care for his new found family, but all he seemed to care about was his wallet. Selling personal information about individual members of the family to rival groups or reporters, one of those stories being about Eddie and Frank.

Wally has never frowned upon interpersonal relationships, in fact he had encouraged it. Afterall, love is a beautiful and wonderful thing and he was so pleased it had been found in his friends. It was just such a shame that others didn't seem to share his sentiments on the matter.

Running a hand through his hair, he attempted to correct any loose curled strands that fell into his face and onto his ears during his episode moments before, using any residual hair product still in his hair to hold them back in place. He began to straighten his posture and his desk at the sound of heel'd footsteps against the hardwood floors of the hall outside his door.

Soon in walked Julie, dressed in a very fine magenta three-piece suit, a black criss-cross bow tie, classic black heels and her hair curled and pinned back to perfection; jewelry accenting her manicured hands. Wally felt a swell of pride and admiration towards Julie's sense of confidence and style.

"Well, don't you look fierce today my friend." He started warmly at her entrance, she beamed at his compliment; only briefly glancing at the bloody mess at the center of his office before seemingly losing interest and turning her attention back to him.

"I woke up feeling fierce, so I just had to go all out today," she states as she moves to stand in front of his desk, hands on her hips, "so," she glances at the distressed art book still on his desk, "Barnaby said you needed to see me?"

"Yes, I just sent him to take care of that…problem we were having, and it occured to me that the problem had a romantic partner. A young woman by the name of…" he examined a note he wrote for himself, "Ah, Allison Forester."

A look of understanding flashed across Julie's face, "You need me to take care of her?" She was surprised when he shook his head.

"No, no that won't be necessary. Our message will be clear soon enough, and there was never any evidence she was involved in his little scheme." His face turned a bit sour at the end before reverting back to neutral, "No, I want to send her flowers as an apology for his mess and for my rash actions." He sounded anything but apologetic, in fact he smiled just a tiny bit when calling his actions 'rash'.

"Oh, okay, sure thing sir. Any types of flowers in particular?" She knew Wally was very detail oriented and wanted to be sure he was giving her full creative liberties.

He waved dismissively, "No, just something pretty, that's all for now. You're dismissed, be safe." Turning his attention back to the art book, Julie knew he was now ignoring her; but she didn't take it to heart, he never meant anything by it, that's just how he was. Quick and to the point, and once the point was over he was done with it entirely.

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Julie closed the office door behind her as she strutted her way back out into the main area of the building, the building they're in used to be strictly an office building, but since it fell into Wally's hands it was almost like an art studio where business happened to be held. He had completely renovated the building, still keeping some of the office spaces (not all of them were used as such however) but also turning part of the building into his own private home and space. They had more official places of business elsewhere, this one was just for comfort, for him to be himself.

Only the closest of family members were allowed to work here, the most trusted and beloved; because Wally does love them, even with his business facade and too-cool-for-you appearance she never doubted his love for her and the others. How could she when they're family?

Julie decided she wouldn't leave until she could say goodbye to Frank and Eddie, they were her two closest friends in and out of the organization, and she knew that the recent news of betrayal had hit Frank hardest. Behind their serious and uncaring demnor hid a very emotional individual only she and Eddie really got to see.

It didn't take very long to find them and when she did she nearly hesitated, they were having a moment together and seemed to be having a very serious conversation. Together they sat on a velvet bench in front of a few art pieces Wally had completed, their fingers were interlocked as they faced once another. It seemed so pure and intimate, she nearly turned to leave until Eddie spotted her out of the corner of his eyes and offered her a soft smile and silently waved her over.

When she reached the two she immediately pulled them both into a tight hug, "I'm so sorry, everything's gonna be okay, Wally will take care of this. I know he will." The two hugged her back just as tight.

"Thank you, Julie. We're grateful for the support." Said Eddie, his southern charm as endearing as ever. She felt Frank nod against her shoulder and sniff a little.

She pulled back and with as big of a smile as she could manage, Frank made it a little hard though, her poor friend's face was tear stained and eyes a bit redder than normal. They'd definitely been crying, and looking at Eddie she found unshed tears locked in his eyes and his face more flushed than usual. Good riddance to that idiot, whatever his name had been.

She'd never been the violent or hateful sort, usually charasmatic and subtle, but if Wally or Barnaby had refused to do something about that guy…well, she had no doubts she would have taken him herself.

"So where does Wally have you going?" Eddie asks, changing subject, a knowing look in his eyes. He was a sharp character, so she didn't have to ask how he knew Wally had given her a task.

"I'm glad you asked, he's asked me to pick up flowers for a lady, I wanted your advice on a good shop for it. He wants them pretty." Eddie raised a brow at her and she chuckled, "Not that kinda lady, I'm afraid. It's for the…uh, girlfriend of the scum bag."

"I'm surprised he's sending her anything but a death threat." Frank says.

"Yeah, well boss says she didn't have nothin' to do with what went down. She's just a civilian caught up in it."

Frank nods while Eddie gets this excited look in his eyes, "Oh! I know just the place, hold on," he shifts and reaches into his back pocket to pull out a nice leather wallet, he takes out a small business card and hands it to Julie, "This place is really good at making bouquets, one of the employees there is a real charmer. Name's Y/N, (e/c) eyes and (h/c) hair. They're an artist when it comes to flowers, I swear." He said with a bright smile on his face, before turning a bit sheepish as the tips of his ears turned red, "I, uh, used to go there a lot back when I would get flowers for Frank." He admits.

Frank practically has hearts in their eyes as they gaze lovingly at Eddie and his bashful face, Julie giggles at how cute they are together. They truly deserved the happiness they found in one another.

"Well then, this is where I'll go then! How can I say no when you give such a sparkling review?" She teases, looking over the card and memorizing the address before tucking it into her pocket, "If I tell them your name will I get a discount?" She joked, but suddenly Eddie got a look of realization on his face.

"Ya know what? You actually might! Y/N owes me a bit of a favor, so you just tell her Eddie Dear sent ya and I'm sure she'll do something for ya." Both Julie and Frank gave him a questioning look so he continued, "There was a big ol' spider in there the last time I went, poor thing was absolutely terrified, sitting on the counter and staring at it. So, I killed it for them and they gave me an IOU, they wanted to give me my flowers for the day free of charge, but I refused." He explained with a shrug and a sweet smile.

"Flowers probably won't be too expensive and it's on Wally's dollar so I'm not really worried about it, but I'll still tell them you said 'hi'."

"Please do!"

Julie turned to leave, but not before giving one more tight hug to Frank, rubbing their back soothingly. They return the hug just as tightly.

"Be safe, and come back soon…I think I wanna talk to you alone later. I have a lot on my mind." Frank whispers into her ear, although Eddie might've heard it. He didn't speak on it.

She pats their back, "Sure thing, bestie."

With that she ends the hug and waved as she leaves the room, leaving the two as they embrace one another and continue speaking 'I love you's in hushed tones.

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The flower shop is only 15 minutes from Wally's "home", and even though she recognizes the strip its located in, she's certain she's never noticed the shop before. It's surrounded by restaurants and a bakery, but now that she's noticed it she can appreciate just how cute it looks. It's small and the sign is elegant while the actual building itself is colorful compared to the rest surrounding it. It's actually so colorful she wonders how she's never noticed it before.

She enters the establishment with a ring from the bell hanging just above the door signaling her entrance, the inside is a bit more simple compared to the outside, mostly natural woods and white paint while the flowers brought the room to life with their vibrancy and colors. To her right she sees a (e/c) and (h/c) employee, just as Eddie had described.

You jump up from a stool you had been sitting on behind the counter with the register. Greeting her with a bright, relaxed smile.

"Oh! Hello, welcome, my name is Y/N. Is there any type of flower you're looking for in particular today?"

"Hello, my name is Julie. Julie Joyful, how do you do?" She asks cooly, approaching the counter and outstretching her hand, your smile somehow becomes even more dazzling at her introduction and greeting.

"I'm doing well actually, thank you for asking."

Julie reaches into her pocket and pulls out the business card holding it up, "I got your card from Eddie, he says hello and that you're quite the florist." You move out from behind the counter with a gasp, still smiling.

"Oh! Eddie sent you? Does he need more flowers for that friend of his? I thought for sure he would've won them over by now!" You laugh.

"Nope, he only recommended you, I'm here for another friend of mine actually." Julie corrects, a smirk growing on her lips, "Oh, and that friend has certainly been won over. They're so cute it's sickening."

"Oh I knew it! I had a good feeling about him, I don't always have a good feeling about every customer who comes in, but he was definitely one of the sweetest. Definitely a lot of love in his heart, for sure." You say as you approach a table next to the counter, readying some wrapping and bows/ties, "So, this friend of yours," you start with a lilt, "Are they a friend, or a friend." Julie laughs at your teasing insinuation.

"A friend, and the flowers are actually for a funeral…kinda." You immediately drop a pair of scissors you pulled out of a drawer onto the table, turning with a look of horror on your face.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have been so casual and I shouldn't ha–" Julie laughs, interrupting your hurried apology.

"No worries, it wasn't anyone close to me or to him. It's more of a courtesy thing, I guess."

A bit of color returns to your face as you visibly relax, realizing you hadn't offended Julie. Even so, next time no funny business!

"Well is there any particular message you'd like to send using the flowers? Or do you just want a bundle of the same type of flower? White lilies are very popular for funerals, although they're also great for weddings and symbolize purity, and then there's marigold's. They're a bit deceiving, because while they look bright and sunny they really represent mourning and grief."

Julie took a moment to examine the flowers filling the room, "You can also just choose whatever is prettiest to you, all flowers have special meanings and can be a sentence all on their own, but not everyone cares too much for that as long as they're pretty." You continue, not focused on Julie so much as you browsed the flowers, mentally comparing combinations in your head.

"I'll let you decide, Eddie said you're like an artist when it comes to flowers, so I'll trust you know what you're doing." You hum in response to let Julie know you heard her.

"You said the flowers aren't for anyone close, but are they a friend or family?"

"Family…kind of, I guess. They're for the girlfriend of a distant recently deceased family member."

"Ah, so like you said, a courtesy bouquet."

You take a moment to decide, then you immediately set to work, three types of flower should be enough, a short sweet message, "Coral rose, marigold and blue salvia." You say as you expertly cut the appropriate amount of each flower.

"What would that mean?" Julie asks, watching as you move the flowers to the table and clip leaves from the stems.

"Coral roses can mean friendship and modesty, but in this case it means sympathy. Marigolds, as I said, mean mourning and grief; while blue salvia means 'thinking of you'." You explain softly as you arrange and wrap the flowers gently in a neutral paper; then finally tying it together with a matching cord.

"So essentially I'm trying to tell her: 'You're on my mind and I sympathize with your grief.' short and sweet."

Julie smiles as you turn around and hand her the finished bouquet, it's more colorful than she would've thought a mourning bouquet is supposed to look, but it is pretty just like Wally requested and it has the meaning, "Perfect!".

You smile, pleased that she likes it, before moving behind the counter to ring her up; but then you remember that Eddie recommended her…you do owe him a favor. Maybe this was his favor?

"So how much do I owe ya?"

"Nothing, it's on the house, this time."

She looks up from the flowers to make eye contact, "You sure? They can't be that expensive, I don't mind paying, it's outta my buddy's wallet anyway."

"It isn't that expensive, which is why I don't mind letting this one go. It's for a good cause and I owe Eddie, I don't know if I'm calling this his one favor, but it's nice to do something nice for someone else." Julie smiles at your kindness.

"How about I just pay half then? Just consider it a special discount." That sounded like good middle ground.

You agreed to her compromise, charging her only fifteen dollars, "Thank you for your business, have a wonderful day and I hope your friend approves of the flowers!"

Julie thanked you for your help and waved goodbye before leaving the store and returning to her vehicle, delicately carrying the bouquet.

I am already working on Part Two now!

#welcome home #Wally Darling #Wally Darling x reader #Mafia!Wally Darling #Mob!Wally Darling #Mafia!AU #Violence #Julie Joyful #Eddie x Frank #fanfic

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what a little freak (i am fighting back the motherly instinct to raise him as my own)

#im finally virus and bacterial infection free!#just have a mild cough but im all better now #Thank you for the well wishesss :))#baby time and kirby are so creature to me like in a pikmin sort of way yk #hold them in the palm of my hand #ocarina of time #oot #the legend of zelda #legend of zelda #loz #tloz #link #oot link #young link #kirby #kirby!!!#peachie scribbles

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peachy-scars · 2 months

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Warriors on da brain 💥💥

#Guys thought about warriors today . Got sad #I forgot how much I like drawing him and the others #linkeduniverse #linked universe #lu warriors #peachy’s scribbles #(is that my art tag . I forgot)

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dragon-kazansky · 7 months

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Spirit of the sea

Izzy Hands x Reader (GN)

You were a member of Blackbeard's crew long ago. Then you became a ghost story. Izzy Hands only sees you in his dreams these days, until he sees you for real when investigating Stede Bonnet. This sets him on a rollercoaster of emotions between you and what his captain is doing.

{Masterlist}

{Previous Chapter} - {Next Chapter}

Warnings: Swearing. Mostly Izzy, sometimes you, but mostly Izzy. Angst too.

Chapter Five - Rocky waters

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We've been almost a fortnight aboard the Revenge... and I'm beginning to suspect that Edward nas no intention of ending Stede Bonnet's life.

If I didn't know better... I'd say he's somehow become seduced by this imbecile.

You catch Izzy writing in his journal as you walk past his cabin. He had been rather quiet the past couple days, at least as far as you were concerned anyway. He hasn't noticed you in the doorway. You smile at the sight of the wooden sparrow on his desk. You knew he would like it.

You know that the longer Izzy is aboard this ship, the worse it gets for him. You've kind of adapted to the way the crew do things round here. It's a change of pace from your days on Blackbeard's crew.

As Izzy scribbles away, you decide to interrupt gently. With a soft knock to his already open door, you smile as he lifts his head to look at you. He snaps his journal shut and drops it beside him on his cot.

"What do you want?" He asks, trying to look annoyed by your interruption, but you can see through him.

"Thought I'd come check on you. Everything good?"

"Just peachy," he let's out an exasperated sigh. You chuckles softly as step into the room with one foot.

"We'll be off this ship soon. Sailing back aboard the Queen Anne leaving ruin in our wake. Doing things we used to do."

Izzy stares silently into space at the thought.

You step a little closer to his bed and take a seat. You can see how tired he is. The man never seems to stop: always working, never resting.

"When was the last time you slept?" You ask him.

"Last night."

"All night?"

He eyes flicker up to meet yours. He looks less than impressed, but he also can't hide anything from you. The sigh that escapes his nose tells you enough.

"I know you hate it here, and that you want Blackbeard back so we can return to our ship and our life, but you also need to give it time, Izzy."

"It's been a fucking weeks."

"I know, but surely he has a plan. He's our Blackbeard."

"That's the problem," Izzy starts. "I don't think he's our Blackbeard anymore. I think he's been seduced by Bonnet."

"Seduced?"

"Last night... last night I was up on deck. I could hear them. They were... I'm pretty sure they were fucking."

"Out in the open?" You ask, wide eyed.

"Sounded like it."

"Ew, Izzy, why were you listening to them?"

"It wasn't on purpose!" He groans. "I think Edward might be... in love with this guy."

You fall silent as you think about it. It made sense in a way. Edward was always where Stede was. They kept in the same cabin. They talked constantly. They were always looking art each other.

"Well shit..."

"Exactly!" Izzy huffs.

"I mean... Is it that bad if he is?" You ask him.

Izzy stares at you. "Bad? It's a fucking disaster."

You gaze down at your lap. "He's the happiest I've seen him in ages."

"It's pathetic."

You glance up at Izzy. "Love? Or the fact you're losing Blackbeard to Bonnet?"

Izzy glares at you.

You stand up from his bed and move over to the door. You glance back at Izzy. "I would be so lucky to have what they do."

Izzy watches you leave. He stares confused at the space you occupied only moments ago. Your words and the expression on your face, it felt strange to him. What did you mean by that? Were you jealous of Edward? No, that was nonsense. Izzy knows you better than that.

Izzy thinks he knows you better than that.

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One of the crew's favourite things to do was tell stories. If it wasn't Stede reading them a fairytale, it was telling ghost stories.

It was entertaining, even if they didn't always make sense.

You were sat on the steps near where Izzy stood with Ivan and Fang. You could hear them talking behind you. You were watching Ed where he sat by Stede. The latter was telling one of his ghost stories.

"So, is the plan off?" Ivan asks.

"Yeah, I reckon we're not killing this guy now." Fang chimes in.

"The plan is very much alive." Izzy says. "He promised me."

You listen to them.

"It just seems that he's having an awfully nice time," Fang says, looking at Izzy. "I mean, look at him. He's telling ghost stories."

"This is the most open and available I've ever seen him." Ivan states.

You sigh and get up, walking last the crew and heading below deck. Izzy watches you go, not once looking away until you were out of sight.

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You're sitting in your dark little corner when you head footsteps coming toward you then stopping. You don't have to look up to know it's Izzy.

"You alright?" He asks.

"Yeah."

He sees the way you're sitting with your knees up, arms draped over them. You're not even looking at him. He sighs quietly.

"You're not. What is it?"

"Nothing, Izzy."

"You can talk to me, ya know."

You glance up at him. You can't read him for his blank expression. You're not sure what he is trying to do.

"What happens if Edward doesn't kill him?"

"Then I'll take matters into my own hands."

"Will Edward even let you?" You ask.

"Does it matter? We'll get our captain back and we can go back to our lives. We... we can be a crew again."

"We're not a crew now?" You gaze up at him.

"Not with this lot."

You turn your eyes away from him and Izzy exhales through his nose in a sound of slight desperation. He doesn't want you to turn away from him.

He says your name softly. "This isn't our home."

When you say nothing he clenches his jaw and walks away. You listen to his footsteps fade. When you're sure he's gone you sigh.

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You stand on deck the next morning as the ship is shrouded in fog. The crew of the Revenge have no idea what's going on, but you sailed with Blackbeard long enough to know.

A Fuckery, as he liked to call it.

You lean against the railing of the ship as you wait. Once Stede arrives, dressed in pretty pyjamas and gown, Edward demonstrates the art of "Fuckery", which leads to the Swede jumping over the side of the ship.

Ed promptly stops his theatrics so someone can get the Swede back onboard.

Izzy promptly comes out, looking up at Ed who is still hanging from the mast. "May I have a word?" He asks, grabbing at Blackbeard's boot.

"It's a bit like theatre, isn't it, Ed? Theatre of fear!"

"Ha, theatre of fear, love that!" Ed grins back at Stede.

"His name is Blackbeard, dog!"

"Well, I'll leave you to it. It looks like there's trouble in paradise." Stede walks off.

You stick around just long enough to see Izzy try and help Ed, but he gets fed up after being caught between his legs. Izzy storms off leaving Edward hanging.

Ed looks at you.

"Help?"

You shake your head and walk off too. He can get out of his own mess.

You follow Izzy to find him with Fang and Ivan. He looks at you as you get closer to him. There is something about the way he is looking at you that sends your heart thumping.

"Where's Blackbeard?" He asks.

"Hanging out."

Izzy doesn't react, but Fang giggles and Ivan grins.

"You with us?" Izzy asks.

"Izzy..."

"No. It's important that I know you're with us," he says. "You don't want to stay with this lot, do ya? You're so much more than they are. You're wasted on a crew like this." Izzy speaks softly, almost gentle. This isn't like him at all.

"Why is this suddenly about me?"

"I-"

Izzy is cut off by Edward entering. You turn around to see him looking less than impressed.

"You left me hanging." He looks at you with a flat expression. You don't even react. "What the fuck's all this?"

"Do you remember your policy about let's aboard your vessel?" Izzy asks.

"Pets? Yeah. No pets. They befoul the ship."

"You know what else you said?" Ivan asks. "You said the love of a pet makes a man weak."

"I said that?"

"Yeah, when I joined your crew, you made me put my dog down." Fang tells him.

"Yeah, OK. Well, yeah, vaguely... remember that."

"So, here's the rub. Me and the boys, we think you've begun to view Bonnet as a sort of a pet." Izzy says. "You're in too deep, Edward. Beat thing to do, end it quick."

"The longer you wait, the harder it gets..." Fang says, getting upset. Ivan holds Fang as he cries.

You stand between Izzy and Edward, not sure what to do. Edward walks off, making it a bit easier on you.

Izzy turns his eyes to you and then follows Edward out.

You look at Fang and step closer.

"There there, Fang. It's okay."

"He's in doggy heaven, Fangy," Ivan says, trying to comfort him.

"But we go to different heavens!" He cries some more. You pat him on the shoulder. Fang turns and pulls you into a hug.

You stay there awhile.

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You sit on Izzy's bed and wait for him. He takes a while to return, but when he does, he seems surprised to see you there.

"I was looking for you," he says.

You're sat on his bed with the wooden sparrow in your hand. You notice some detail has been added to it in ink, meaning Izzy is giving it some character. It made you happy to think this meant something to him.

"I've been in here."

Izzy watches the way you handle the gift you made him. You're being very careful with it, your finger tracing over the ink lines on the wing.

"You know I'm right," he says.

"Do I?"

Izzy closes the door to his cabin and stands in front of you, gazing down at you with his dark eyes.

"Bonnet has to go."

"Do you hate Edward being happy?" You ask

"No, I-"

"Because it seems like it," you cut him off. "Edward has found someone new. He's trying new things and kind of just enjoying life."

"We're pirates, we're not meant to enjoy life." Izzy hisses out.

"You didn't enjoy being on Blackbeard's crew?" You ask.

"Well, yeah."

"You don't enjoy sailing the seas?"

"Course I do-"

"You don't enjoy life?"

He falls quiet.

"Are you jealous that all of Edward's attention is on someone else, or are you jealous that he has something you don't?"

Izzy stares at you silently.

You put the bird back on the desk and stand up, looking Izzy in the eye. You want to say more, but you're not sure what. Izzy seems to read your mind.

"It will be over soon," he tells you. "Tomorrow night."

"Oh. So, that's it then?" You ask.

"Thought you'd be happy."

"Happy?" You huff. "You're the one who will be happy, Izzy."

"Don't tell me you're soft for Bonnet too," Izzy almost begs.

"I don't hate the guy like you do. He's actually kind of nice. He's kind, polite, funny if even unintentionally so."

"See, that's my point. He ain't a pirate."

"Izzy. Let the man live. He's doing his thing and he's still alive."

"Not on my watch," he says in a low voice.

You see the look in his eyes and you walk away. You're done trying to change his mind. This thing with Stede was between Izzy and Edward.

You weren't going to get involved.

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You walk into the kitchen to find Fang holding an unconscious Lucius down. Roach is sharpening a kitchen knife.

"The fuck?"

Fang looks up. "His finger is infected."

You lean over Lucius to see the state of his hand. His finger was horribly swollen. "Ouch."

"Seems to me the best move here is... amputation," Roach says, looking closely at the finger.

"Oh, for God's sake! He's a visual artist." Fang cries out. "You can't cut the boy's little fingies."

"Level with us, man." Pete grabs Roach. "There's no better option?"

"Not in my professional opinion."

You pull a face.

"Hold him down."

You sigh and help Fang hold the poor lad down. Just as Roach is about to cut the finger off, Lucius gains consciousness again. As soon as he realises what's happening he pushes both you and Fang away and runs off.

"It's only going to get worse!" You call. He's already too far gone.

You can't help but chuckle as Pete and Fang go after him.

This crew isn't so bad.

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The Fuckery goes about as expected. Except for the fact that the crew of the Revenge didn't raid the ship. They let themselves get boarded by the Dutch merchants and basically put on some kind of Shakespeare play.

It ended with Edward freaking out and hiding in Stede's bathtub.

Stede did not die.

Izzy was fuming. You stand beside the man seeing the way he was clenching his jaw. His fist was balled up and it took everything in you not to reach out and calm the man.

Edward was complimenting the crew on their performance.

Edward was enjoying himself.

Not anymore.

"Stede Bonnet."

You turn to look at Izzy. You curse under your breath. Yet, you shouldn't be surprised. Izzy did tell you he would take matters into his own hands.

"Draw your weapon."

"No, Izzy, we're not doing this." Ed points at him.

"No, YOU'RE not doin' this. So I must." Izzy steps down and grabs 2 swords. "Stede fuckin' Bonnet... I fuckin' challenge you to a fuckin' duel."

He tosses Stede a sword.you step in front of Izzy.

"Izzy, please."

"Move." He says your name softly.

"I accept your challenge," Stede says from behind you. You turn around.

"Stede, no."

"Stede, be careful. He does know his shit," Edward warns him.

Izzy uses his arm to move you out of the way. You glare at him as he steps closer to Stede.

"As do I. You've taught me well," Stede replies to Ed.

"Not that well," Ed admits.

Stede watches Izzy. "I assume standard duel rules apply. What are those exactly?" He asks.

"Let's make it interesting, shall we?" Izzy says. "The loser is banished from the ship, if they're not dead."

"Izzy, no!" You call out, but he ignores you. Instead he instantly swings his sword at Stede.

Stede manages to block his attacks

"Come on. Give a man a warning." Stede says as Izzy holds his sword up to his neck.

"That was your warning."

They start swinging their swords at each other. You stand there anxiously, watching. There is no way for Stede to beat Izzy. Israel Hands was the best man you knew with a sword.

Izzy gets a hit into Stede which stumbles the man backward. Izzy's swings become a little more furious. Stede falls onto the ground. Izzy stands over him with sword pointed down at him.

"Yield or die."

"I choose... this." Stede throws powder into Izzy's face, temporarily blinding the man. Izzy covers his face and stumbles backward. The crew cheer for Stede, but all you can think about is if you should step in or not.

Stede gets to his feet, he gives Izzy a smack on the backside with his sword. Izzy straightens up again and continues the fight.

Izzy disarmed Stede with ease. The gentleman pirate backs up against the mast.

"So, it looks like we've arrived, Bonnet. The end of the road." Izzy holds his sword up to Stede again.

"Alright. Let's call it a draw," Stede says, breathless.

"Nah, I'm good."

"Izzy, stop!" You try once more in vain, but it feels like he's ignoring you completely.

With a firm stab, Izzy's sword goes right through Stede's abdomen and into the mast, pinning him there.

You inhale sharply at Stede's scream.

"Did I do it right?" Stede asks Ed, looking at the other man. "He missed all the important bits..."

Izzy tries to pull the sword out, but to no avail. He pulls hard, grunting. You stare at him, mild confusion painting across your face.

"This mast... is made from the finest cherry wood in Brazil. It's rather strong, actually." Stede manages to say as Izzy continues to attempt to pull the sword out.

Edward looks flabbergasted.

You can't quite believe what you're seeing yourself.

"Shut up!" Izzy yells at Stede. "Don't you ever shut up?! You rancid rat!"

The sword breaks in Izzy's hand. The blade still pinning Stede to the mast. You feel a gasp escape last your lips.

Buttons laughs. "Well, now, Mr Hands. Reckon he's rendered your sword inoperable."

Izzy stands there with realisation on his face.

"By duelling tradition, that means..."

"Stede wins!" Frenchie yells. The crew all cheer. "In your face, Jizzy!"

Edward shrugs as Izzy looks at him.

You watch Izzy with concern. He walks off. You watch him. You don't care for what everyone else is doing. You take off after Izzy.

He disappears into his cabin, you follow him inside, not even knocking. He doesn't say anything to you about it as he faces away from you, shoulders tense.

"Izzy..."

"No." He speaks with a firmness, but not in an angry way. Just a firm 'no.'

"Izzy, please. That whole thing was stupid."

"You're telling me..."

You take a step closer to him hoping he will turn around and look at you. He remains facing the wall of his cabin.

"Just forget the duel! Forget everything."

"No. Rules are rules."

"Izzy..."

He turns around and looks at you, but only briefly. He looks like he struggles to look you in the eye.

"He promised me. I was fucking right all along. Edward's gone soft for that twat. Any trace of Blackbeard is gone and it's all because of fuckin' Bonnet."

Your arm twitches as if you were going to reach out and touch him, but you catch yourself. However, Izzy noticed the slight reaction in your hand. He kind of wished you would.

"Don't be stupid, Izzy. Stay. We'll figure all this out. Maybe there's another solution."

"No." He shakes his head, his Adam's apple bobs as he swallows thickly. He's angry. Silently angry.

"It was a stupid fucking duel. Are you seriously going to leave?"

"I'm not a coward."

"I didn't say you were," your voice is almost pleading. "Don't go."

"Rules are rules," he says again. For a brief second his eyes meet yours and you can see all the emotion bottled up inside. You want to reach out and hold the man, caress him, get him to open up and talk to you.

But he won't.

Your breathing becomes uneven as you try to fight off any emotion. You will not cry in front of him.

"So that's it then? You're going to fuck off and... and what? Leave me behind? I only just found you again and you're leaving me?"

"You could come with me."

"And do what? Izzy, what would be the point? I only just found my way back home," you tell him.

"No. This isn't home. This is a lie. A facade. Home was back on our ship, back with Blackbeard's crew. Home is... is where we belonged. It's where we lived together."

A tear escapes and runs down your cheek. This was your breaking point.

"Fuck you," you whisper.

Izzy stares at you.

"Fuck you and this whole fucking thing." You take a couple slow steps back toward the door. "Fuck off then, Izzy. Leave me behind. Maybe... maybe I should have stayed a ghost story."

You don't hang around. You turn on your heel and leave.

Izzy catches his breath as he stares at his empty doorway.

"Fuck," he whispers.

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