#season of fluff 2023
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Haunted House
Pairing: Eddie Kingston x female!reader, Jon Moxley x female!reader
Category: Fluff
Word count: 932
Summary: Eddie and Mox lose a game of trivia which leads you to taking them to a haunted house because they claim they don’t get scared, but what you catch on camera says otherwise.
Warnings: None
A/N: This is Day 3 of the Season of Fluff 2023 prompt list that @katries created with the help of @mrsmatt Also, shout-out to @darqchilddaydreamz for the idea! 🧡
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Who would have ever thought that the Eddie Kingston and the Jon Moxley would get scared by a haunted house? Not you, but you were damn sure proud to have it on video.
“This is so stupid.” You heard Eddie grumble from behind you as led the way through the parking lot of the haunted house.
Jon shook his head and ran a hand over his face. “No, what’s stupid is you saying that the only way to….”
You couldn’t help but chuckle at the bickering of the ‘married couple’ behind you. “Oh, come on guys, it’ll be fun!” You fell into step with the two men and nudged each man in the side. “If you get scared, I’ll hold your hand.” You snickered to which you received a pair of glaring looks.
After a twenty more minutes of waiting in line, the three of you finally reached the front. “It’s about time!” Eddie all but yelled. You rolled your eyes and paid for your ticket, waiting for the tough guys to hurry up.
The wait for your group’s turn was fairly short and soon enough the three of you were through the doorway and into the first room. The door slammed shut with a loud bang as a disembodied voice began talking about the legions of doctors looking for new patients. “Ooooh, I’m so scared.” Eddie mocked, rolling his eyes.
“Okay tough guy, since you’re not going to get scared, you get to be the leader.” You said, shoving Eddie towards the door from behind. You heard snickering from behind you causing you to whip around. “And you, Mister Moxley, can go behind me so whoever follows us can grab you since you’re so tough as well.” You state, pointing your finger at him. Like Eddie, Mox rolled his eyes but did as you said.
Once in line, the three of you headed into the next room. Each room got scarier as you continued, the special effects, sounds, and smells grew more and more intense and intricate. There was a room of ‘bodies’ hanging from the ceiling you had maneuver through, a room that was pitch black causing you to rely on touch, and a little spinning tunnel you had to get through. You noticed halfway through the haunted house that Mox and Eddie had become very quiet recently. Not so tough after all, are we?
You could sense the three of you were nearing the end as you caught a glimpse of groups dispersing as they neared what appeared to be the exit curtain. You were determined to scare Eddie and Mox before you reached the exit. As you looked around at the people dressed up, you spotted a big burly man with a chainsaw. That’s it! Now to figure out how to get the man to help you. You subtly let go of the back of Eddie’s hoodie and slipped behind Mox while he was analyzing the fake blood splattered all over the room. You were thankful that Mox hadn’t had a hold of you. Slowly you snuck away from your soon to be victims and towards the chainsaw man. You looked around and didn’t see any groups around and the boys were just out of earshot.
The man noticed you walking towards him. Staying in character, he tried to scare you but you weren’t fazed, you were on a mission. “I need your help with scaring those two guys over there. They claim they’re not scared and I have to scare them.” You told the chainsaw man who gave you wicked smile as he continued to stay in character. “You can decide what to do, you are the expert here.” The man nodded as he quietly slipped into the darkness off to the left you. This is going to be good.
You pulled out your phone to capture the moment on video and casually rejoined Eddie and Jon, who had no clue you had wondered off. You glanced over in the direction the chainsaw man went, you didn’t see him at first but subtle movements caught your eye. The man motioned for you to guide them around the corner to which you nodded in agreement.
It took a few minutes to get the guys around the corner but when you finally did, the man with the chainsaw let the guys pass as you quietly lingered at the corner. You pushed record right as the man jumped out revving his chainsaw a foot behind Mox and Eddie. Both men jumped and let out a shriek while you captured the glorious moment on camera. You were holding back laughter even as you watched Eddie whip around to throw a punch and Jon dragging him away.
“Thanks man!” You turned to the chainsaw guy, thrilled with what just happened, only to find him gone. You didn’t think much of it and headed to catch up with Eddie and Jon who were waiting at the exit. Before you could reach them a loud bang went off causing you to almost have a heart attack. You heard Eddie and Jon cackling. You finally reached them as their laughter finally died down. “I wouldn’t laugh too hard boys. I got something that proves the big bad tough guys can be scared.” You singsonged, waving your phone in the air and taking off through the exit and towards the car before either man (mostly Eddie) could grab it and delete your proof. Smartly thinking you texted Renee the video to which she responded with the cry laughing face emoji (🤣) with the words ‘I’m tagging along next time.’
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trick or treat! can i get a treat with obey me satan? romantic preferred pleaseee 💜🖤🧡
"so i just... take a bite?"
"yeah sure, go ahead. i wanna see how you like it."
satan's eyes flicker down to the apple in his hand one last time before his teeth sink into the flesh. a burst of semi-familiar flavor washes over his tastebuds. tart, almost sour-- not bitter in the way like princess's poison apples were at times-- with an underlying sweetness that made his jaw tighten. his immediate instinct is to dislike the taste. but as he stands there and ruminates on the flavor, eyes darting up to your expectant expression, he finds himself overall enjoying the more mild experience than the harsh bite of poison apple.
"it's different."
"it is," you agree. "apples in the human realm aren't as aggressive on the senses."
"it's..." the words fumble around satan's mouth before trickling out in hesitant bursts. "almost like... when you cook devildom apples down for pie. that sweetness..." he pauses again, pensive.
"i get what you're saying, yeah." you smile. "maybe we can bake some pie with human apples when we get home and compare them to devildom cooking?"
a heat spreads across his cheeks before he can even process how soft that makes him feel. the sentiment of that simple offer-- of this whole day-- is so incredibly touching that he starts to feel embarrassed.
apple picking in the human realm. such a mundane experience. yet when satan off-handedly mentioned he used to enjoy going to the orchard as a young demon figuring out his likes and interests, you arranged this date to an orchard in your realm. an exchange of culture, a pointed effort to quiet his curiosity and let him explore someplace new by your side.
oh, how he adores you so. his chest tightens at the thought, and heat spreads through his whole body in an instant. you are one of the best things to happen to a demon like him-- to think he's lucky enough to stand by your side in the graying autumn skies is enough to make his heart pound in his eardrums.
satan's fingers reach forward to intertwine with your own, gaze flitting up to meet yours before he looks off.
"yeah. i'd like that."
#obey me#obey me shall we date#obey me swd#obey me nightbringer#obey me nb#obey me satan#obey me satan x reader#obey me x reader#obey me fluff#obey me imagines#obey me drabbles#daisy's trick or treat event 2023#daisy's halloween event 2023#daisy's seasonal writing events#otome
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𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐘 𝐆
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 ༝༚ okie so did I exactly finish spooktober last year… no BUT I’m very hopeful this year and have experienced what works for me and what doesn’t so I’m 87% hopeful we can make it the full month っ◞‸◟ c anyway I’m doing the big three (fluff, angst, and smut) each category gets 10 days and FALL IS HERE WRITERS!
EVENT DURATION; oct. 1st - oct. 31st 2023
may include dark and triggering content ™ thewriterg
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LEVEL 1. (fluff)
DAY 01 ϟ costume participation (ghost x r x soap) DAY 02 ϟ a walk in the park (dallas winston x r) DAY 03 ϟ studying for exams (peter parker x r) DAY 04 ϟ baking festive foods (john price x r) DAY 05 ϟ pumpkin carving (pope h x r x jj maybank) DAY 06 ϟ record shopping (miles morales x r) DAY 07 ϟ pictures at a graveyard (stu x r x billy) DAY 08 ϟ saving a black cat (tate langdon x r) DAY 09 ϟ pumkin spice (tony stark x r) DAY 10 ϟ house decor (luke danes x r)
LEVEL 2. (angst)
DAY 11 ϟ relationship problems (loki x r x thor) DAY 12 ϟ saving them (johnny cage x r x kenshi) DAY 13 ϟ villian and a hero (steve rodgers x r) DAY 14 ϟ household problems (simon riley x r) DAY 15 ϟ jealousy (johnny castle x r) DAY 16 ϟ abandonment (konig x r) DAY 17 ϟ toxic relationship (peter parker x r) DAY 18 ϟ dilf problems (simon riley x r) DAY 19 ϟ comfort (dad!simon x daughter!r) DAY 20 ϟ the one left behind (neytiri x r jake sully)
LEVEL 3. (smut)
DAY 21 ϟ spanking (tom holland x r) DAY 22 ϟ sex pollen (miguel o’hara x r) DAY 23 ϟ stubborn 2 admit (sub!character x dom!r) DAY 24 ϟ somnophilia (leon kennedy x r) DAY 25 ϟ angsty sex (jj maybank x r) DAY 26 ϟ DAY 27 ϟ DAY 28 ϟ DAY 29 ϟ DAY 30 ϟ
FINAL LEVEL.
DAY 31 ϟ
#🦇𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑;𝐆#spooktober#kinktober#angstober#flufftober#october#fall season#fem!reader#gn!reader#male!reader#fluff#angst#smut#romance#2023#i love you#thewriterg
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Raise glasses and be up standing ...
And the Award goes to ...
@inevitably-johnlocked
The fandom’s librarian, archivist extraordinaire, fic reccie wrangler (and all-around great person!) 😭 this lifetime achievement award, for saving us all many a tear and heartache over a lost fic! We couldn't love you more, Steph!
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#inevitably johnlocked#johnlock fan fic#johnlock fic rec#it's award season#celebrate with us!#sherlocked 2023#(because i have this sherlock in a sheet)#(im allowed)#(fluff says so)#💋😭🏆💕#SPEECH!!!!#award nominees are welcome to nominate MOAR!!!#yeah baby!#hello award season!#_large
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Day 5: "I'm Not Ticklish"
Tickletober 2023 - Our Flag Means Death - lee!Stede, lee!Ed
[see my other tickletober 2023 fics]
[read on AO3]
A/N: Happy season 2 premiere day! Drink up, me hearties, yo ho!
Words: 784
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Stede is nearly choking with laughter on the sofa, squirming and kicking as Ed tickles his way down his sides. In desperation for a break, or at least a breath, Stede reaches out wildly toward Edward’s nearby sides. He squeezes.
Ed lets out a little, curious grunt, but he doesn’t flinch away or laugh. “No ya don’t.” He stops tickling briefly to tug Stede’s wrists out of the way. “Won’t work anyway. I’m not ticklish.”
“What?”
“Yup.”
“No way, everyone is somewhere.”
“Not me.”
“You’re serious? You’re telling me you’re not ticklish?”
“Nope. Not in the slightest.” Edward assures Stede, leaning over him with a smile as the gentleman pirate catches his breath.
“Are- are you kidding me? That hardly seems fair.” Stede complains, smile plastered to his face. He pants, trying to get in a deep breath without laughing it out halfway.
“Don’t know what to tell ya mate. Just ain’t me.”
“Oh, surely at some point- somewhere-”
“Nope. No chance. Never been. Never- am? Was? Never…” Edward trails off, looking up as he tries to think of the proper wording. He closes his eyes and takes a breath, pinching his nose. “Look, bottom line. Blackbeard is not ticklish.” He goes for the most serious tone he can for the conversation they’re (somehow) having.
Stede can’t hide the quirk of a smile on his lips. “Perhaps Blackbeard is not…” He leans forward, feeling bold. “But what about Ed?” Stede clocks the slight falter in Ed’s confident expression and wiggles his fingers in a tease. “Hmm?”
“Same difference. Won’t work.” Ed shrugs - so nonchalant, extremely casual. He definitely does not look at Stede’s hands.
“You don’t mind if I give it a try, then?” Stede grins wider.
Ed snorts at that. He rolls his eyes and purses his lips when he finds Stede watching him with a devious grin. “Be my guest.” He gets up from the couch, standing beside it with his arms outstretched.
Stede rights himself on the couch and sits before him, moving a cautious finger forward to poke at a few different spots along his sides, ribs, belly. The firm touches don’t seem to illicit much of a reaction, just a smug little smirk as he watches Stede’s attempts.
Stede thinks he sees something - or, almost something - when he spiders a hand curiously over Ed’s middle. But, it’s gone just as quick, hidden beneath a veneer of smug stoicism.
Stede complains the whole time. “Not even here?” “Seriously?” “Come on, there has to be at least one spot that will get a laugh out of you.” Each is met with a snarky response.
“Are you done?” Ed asks with a bored shrug.
“No.” Stede demands. “Sit down.”
Ed gives him a weird look. And then, his smile is back; he laughs a little, “You’re so fucking odd, mate.” He sits down obediently on the couch next to the other man.
Stede reaches down and scoops up his ankles, teetering Blackbeard back haphazardly onto the couch, terribly off-balance. “Hey!” Ed shouts, accusatory.
Stede ignores him, fiddling with his boots. Ed kicks a little, indignant.
Stede turns to look at his disheveled face, lying back on the couch. “What, are you worried about these?” He taunts with a smile.
“I didn’t know you were gonna fucking throw me- but, no, like I said-” Ed banters back. He tries to recall a situation in which someone had ever tried to tickle his feet. Hmm. Plenty of people had tried plenty of times to grab at his sides. He knew the tiny zing to expect and could block it out quite easily. He didn’t really have anything to go off of here.. “I’m not fucking ticklish, so you might as well-”
“Might as well try, hmm?” Stede grins, slipping off one of Ed’s boots.
Fingers zip down Edward’s socked foot experimentally as Stede watches. Ed’s eyes flick straight to his foot, his foot that just twitched under Stede’s fucking touch. Shit.
It’s hopeless to block the bark of a laugh that Ed lets out when Stede flies in with both hands wildly, chasing the tiny flinch in search of further tickle spots. Ed can hear Stede laughing too, triumphant, pleased.
“You’re such a liar!” Stede chastises with a tease. “You know what we do with liars on this ship?” He’s down to one tickling hand as the other holds Ed’s now captive ankle as it squirms.
“Nohoho-” Ed cackles as fingers scribble under his toes and down the ball of his foot.
“No? Well, I’d be happy to show you.” He tugs Ed’s sock off in a quick motion, then dives back in to give the laughing captain a taste of his own medicine.
#tickletober 2023#tickletober23#blackbonnet fluff#tickle fic#im not ticklish#edward teach#stede bonnet#blackbonnet#gentlebeard#stedward#ofmd#our flag means death#HAPPY SEASON 2 PREMIERE I SCREAM#mine#tickletober#fluff#ticklish!Stede#ticklish!ed#ticklish!blackbeard#now I’ve watched the episodes#and I’m angsty about them
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yours, hers.
a/n: thoughts of ganyu, being half-adeptus and half-mortal, wanting to partake in the mortal custom of marriage with a fully adeptus reader who is also her lover has me in a chokehold! i am completely and utterly obsessed!!!
fandom: genshin impact
character: ganyu
genre: fluff
info: established relationship (you and ganyu are lovers); reader is an adeptus who fought in the archon war; this takes place pre-canon timeline
warnings: might not be canon-compliant; mentions of alcohol (both ganyu and reader are drinking)
synopsis: the humans created marriage to celebrate promises, and ganyu would like to make a promise to you.
word count: 1.4k
fluff-vember prompt: accidental proposal
part of the "yearning has hold of me" series.
fluff-vember 2023 masterlist is here.
Ganyu
There was a clink of porcelain against metal, dulled by the clear wine that filled the serving vessel. Ganyu tilted her head that was snug against her folded arms, and looked up at you from beneath the brush of her hair that partially hid you from her sight. You were stretched out with your back against a prominent root of the golden knotwood tree behind you, dappled light from the evening sun glowing about you and highlighting your beauty.
"All this sighing, and not once have you touched the wine," you said, playful, as you pointed to the eared wine cup sitting to her left, still clean and still empty. Ganyu could not help it when another sigh escaped her.
You raised your own freshly refilled cup in her direction, mouthing a "cheers" before you downed it all in one gulp. There was an easy smile on your face, and she felt warm from beholding you despite being completely and unfortunately sober.
She wanted her head to be as clear as possible about what she would like to suggest.
Ganyu lifted her head and her arms off the lacquered surface of the folding table, and she straightened her posture so that she was sitting upright with her hands to herself. The curiosity flickering in your eyes was the only indication she had that you noticed the new rigidity in your drinking companion. She wiggled her fingers in her lap as you poured some wine into her cup and then gestured for her to drink.
Perhaps one cup would be what she needed.
"I will drink it, if you would prefer not to imbibe," you said, smiling as you stirred the wine in the serving vessel and helped yourself to yet another portion.
Ganyu reached out for the plate of dried persimmons and put two slices in her mouth, rushing through the chewing and then the swallowing. She clenched and released her other hand, the one that was not sticky with the residue of fruit, and then clenched and released it once more in quick succession.
You remained unmindful of the avalanche contained in her as you sipped leisurely at your wine in between delicate bites of dried persimmon.
The wine was bittersweet on her tongue and exceedingly smooth in her throat. She found herself reaching for another cupful as she considered the body of the wine and the flavours that lingered with it. It had a mild sweetness like melons which was pleasantly balanced with a healthy dose of bitterness.
Between the two of you, you were not the one for nitpicking when it came to alcohol; she was far more picky about her alcohol than you were. Despite this, she trusted in your judgment of taste, which was why she was not surprised when she found the wine you brought out for her tasty. Ganyu was already lifting her third cup to her nose for a long inhale before she decided to slow down with a few slices of dried persimmon.
She placed her cup down on the table, empty once again but warmed up from the heat of the wine.
The sky was beginning to darken into night when she looked out at the same faraway place your eyes were fixed on, somewhere along the line of the sea that wove it together with the sky. "I was invited to attend another wedding tomorrow," she said, another piece of fruit in her hand to keep it busy. "That makes at least one wedding a day for all the days of the past month."
Your eyes came back to her at the mention of marriage, open and tender as you regarded her, and the look in your eyes emboldened her. More than any lingering warmth from the wine. More than any illusion of recklessness that indulging in the drink could possibly hope to induce.
Ganyu's intention had been to invite you to accompany her to a wedding since she had been given the privilege of a guest of her own. Just one wedding.
Perhaps, if she could find the words after, she was planning to ask you to move in with her in the new residential compound at Yujing Terrace since construction was nearing completion. Rex Lapis was personally overseeing it, and she had been allotted an apartment in the compound as a benefit for her service in the newly formed Liyue Qixing.
The apartment that would be hers was far too generous for one occupant, but appropriate for two.
There were many humans who sent out invitations to the adepti as a whole. For births. For the blessing of their newly built houses. For the opening of new shops and the founding of businesses. For engagements. For weddings.
Just like her, you had been invited to celebrate with the humans on many occasions, but you have never accepted.
There was something about having witnessed the many weddings she had that stirred something ravenous in her heart. She did not know her own heart to be particularly movable – which was a trait to be credited to her being part adepti – but there was something in the customs of a marriage that left her with the hunger to overlap with you in a way that was tangible.
Adeptal energy had a signature that only other adepti could identify. Among your people, there was no question of your relationship. Your adeptal energy was evident on her entire body, as hers was on yours. The other adepti could sense it. Some of them could even see it. Even more important than that was they respected it.
However—
When you visited her at the harbour in the temporary office building Rex Lapis had set up for her in her new role in supporting the governance of Liyue, would the humans know that she was yours just by looking? That you were hers? Would they even be able to discern the love that bound the two of you?
Marriage was a custom that the humans created to give importance to the promise of a forever that was attainable for them. Their lives were too short for any forever that spanned more than a hundred years. The adepti never had need of such a practice because any length of forever was entirely within reach.
Even so, Ganyu longed for it – the promise that knits two hearts together, celebrated in the manner that both humans and adepti alike could partake in with joy.
"I would like the two of us to have a wedding of our own to celebrate."
The night seemed to stop in its trek to pass over the orange-pink of the evening. The Geo crystalflies darting about like daytime stars seemed to hear a call to return home since the day was coming to an end. The rocks that made up the Guyun Stone Forest held their breaths. The sea that surrounded the two of you seemed to cease its motion and wait.
The sky and the sea and the stones and all the creatures about waited. Ganyu waited with them.
"Of course, Xiao Yu," you said, detaching your back from the knotwood tree root behind you and leaning in to close the distance. You reached for her across the folding table, scooping her hand up from the lacquered surface to clasp it in yours, and the smile that adorned your face was more brilliant than the rising sun. "In the mortal customs and with the blessing of our people, let's be joined."
Her next exhale flowed easily from her parted lips.
As her breath moved from within her to outside of her, so did any nervousness that gripped her heart. Her chest relaxed with your unhesitating acceptance of her marriage proposal. The realisation that her fretting was unfounded was beginning to dawn on her.
She reciprocated the grip you had on her hand in kind.
You once confessed to her many human lifespans ago, before the thick of the Archon War, that your hands were made only for possessing the things of blood and the things of destruction. Back then, Ganyu had neither the courage nor the eloquence to offer you her own differing opinion. These hands of yours were now lined with scars and hardened in many places from even more battles won, but she firmly believed they were made to hold hers.
She lifted your joined hands to her lips and hoped you understood her just the same.
#genshin#genshin impact#genshin scenarios#genshin impact scenarios#genshin impact x reader#ganyu#ganyu x reader#fic#fluff#event: fluff-vember 2023#series: yhhom#kaija writes#kaija writes: genshin impact#cw: alcohol#this one was my reason for the season#i just#!#adeptus!reader x ganyu is so adfghjsdfghjd to me#they have every ounce of my affection#i might turn this into a series / collection#ganyu has been part of the qixing for so long#does she not get a lot of betrothal offers???#being as prominent in the government#and as close to rex lapis as she is#especially in the beginning of peacetime#i have a lot of thoughts about that
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Scraped Knees
By KyberCrystals94
Read here on Ao3!
Whumptober 2023|Day 15|Prompt 15: “I don’t need you to help me, I can handle things myself.” | “I’m fine.”
Rating: G
Words: 739
Summary: Set directly after Season 1 Episode 3 “Replacements”
Omega waits until the ship falls almost entirely silent before she tries to sneak out of her new room. She practices the quiet footfalls she learned from following Hunter on Kamino, creeping down the dim hall to where she remembered Wrecker pointing out the med kit during his grand tour of the Marauder. Her knees burn where the fabric of her leggings rubs on the raw skin from where she fell following the Ordo Moon Dragon into its den.
After glancing up at the cockpit where Hunter has first watch, Omega carefully pulls the kit off the shelf and lifts the lid, setting it aside. She frowns as she stares into the messy array of medical supplies. Great. So much for being quiet, she thinks sourly. All she needs is bandages, and maybe some antibiotic ointment to prevent any infection. She begins her search, quickly finding bandages, but struggling to find the antibiotic. She is debating on how necessary the ointment is when a voice says above her, “What are you doing?”
Omega wishes she could deny the pathetic squeak of alarm that escapes her lungs before she clasps both hands over her mouth, dropping the bandages back into the chaos of the kit. Curses!
“Hunter,” she says, looking up at the Sargent. She isn’t sure if he meant to sneak up on her or not, but by the guilty look on his face, she suspects not. Omega scrambles to her feet. “Sorry. I just—sorry. Uhm…”
Hunter looks down at the med kit. “Are you hurt, kid?” he asks.
Omega’s cheeks burn with embarrassment, though she can’t decide if it’s more from being caught sneaking into the med kit or having to admit she’s hurt. Needing bandages for scraped up knees sounds so childish when compared to the injuries her brothers must’ve sustained over their lives as soldiers. “No, I’m fine. Really.”
Hunter gives her a look, and Omega can’t hold his gaze, averting her eyes to the shadows in the corner.
“Omega,” Hunter says gently but firmly, “in this squad, we do not hide injuries.”
“It’s not an injury,” Omega protests, “I just sorta scraped my knees up when I was crawling around in that cave on Ordo Moon. It’s nothing!”
“Let me be the judge of that,” Hunter says, picking up the med kit and nodding toward the cockpit.
Omega frowns, but follows Hunter, climbing into the copilot’s seat. She rolls up her leggings to expose the torn-up skin on her knees. Honestly, it looks and feels worse than it actually is, she knows; however, the expression on Hunter’s face when he kneels down in front of her to examine the damage for himself makes her eyes burn. He looks so…concerned. Over something so minor. Whenever something like this happened in the lab, Nala Se would tell Omega she was more than capable of taking care of herself.
“‘Mega,” he says softly, “You should have told us.”
Omega blinks, surprised by the nickname. She’s never had a nickname before…unless she counted being called kid…
“I didn’t want to be a bother,” Omega says. She sniffs and roughly rubs a fist over her eyes to hide the tears that come.
Hunter smiles at her, a small thing that is barely noticeable, but she sees it. “It’s never a bother to take care of our own, Omega. You don’t know how many bloodied scrapes I’ve cleaned up and bandaged over the years, for all our brothers, and they’ve done the same for me. And you’re one of us now, right?”
Omega nods. She doesn’t trust her voice to come out without wobbling.
“That means,” Hunter continues, starting to rummage through the med kit, “when you get hurt, no matter how small you think it is, you’ll let one of us know, right?”
Omega nods again.
Hunter works with practiced ease, and with a gentleness Omega hadn’t entirely expected from a soldier. When he is finished, Omega rolls her leggings back into place while Hunter puts away the med kit. When he returns, Omega smiles at him. “Thank you, Hunter.”
“Sure thing, kid,” Hunter says, ruffling her hair. “You’d better get back to bed.”
“Yes, sir!” Omega slides out of the seat. She walks back to her gunner’s mount room feeling lighter.
As she curls back up under her blankets, hugging Lula close, she decides that having brothers is even better than she imagined it would be.
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could you do something for seungmin😣 I know it’s scary time but could you do a fluffy one?? Halloween fluffy???
plz I just need more min
a/n: This was supposed to be fluffy(and it is) but it definitely wasn’t how it turned out haha I had a prompt I still wanted to use for seungminnie and it just became...well, yeah. I'll put the prompt I used at the end to avoid spoilers.
♡ spooky season 2023 ♡
“Can you stop cheating please?”
Seungmin laughs. “I told you last year to get better.”
With a pout, you accept your fourth defeat in a row. “Fine, then can we play something else.”
He pauses taking on a sorrowful face. “It’s almost 10, we should start the movie soon.” The implication is enough so you nod without looking up, not wanting to see the look on his face.
“Yeah,” you sigh.
He tries to put on a smile though it doesn’t reach his eyes as he goes over to the extensive movie collection on the shelves. “Casper right?”
You scoff, “A little on the nose isn’t it?”
“Aww cmon. How about ‘Ghost’?
“How about 'Ghostbusters'?” You joke, pushing him away playfully.
“Ok ok” He laughs heartily. You take in the sight of his joy. His adorable smile and the sound of his genuine laughter. You lock the moment away in your mind for later before it makes you too sad.
Skipping over the theme of ghosts completely, you settle on ‘Warm Bodies’. Seungmin’s house was definitely the best choice this year. Not only with the movie and game selection but privacy this time. This year, your house is the site of a loud horror movie sleepover party. Way too many things and way too many people. His house was quiet thanks to other parties farther away and much more alcohol-fueled.
Partway through the movie, something about his proximity swirls your emotions again. Close but not close enough, though too nervous to do anything about it. You fidget and squirm with the rising feelings until the arm thrown around you pulls you tighter. He brings your legs onto his lap and hugs you closer. As you look up to his face his eyes are still on the screen but he is wearing a comforting smile. You snuggle into him and you swear his cheeks redden ever so slightly.
When the movie finally finishes, you are both relieved and anxious to see its 11:32.
Usually by now you would just talk casually, dissecting the movie or laughing about how hard you jumped at every jumpscare. This time, it’s silent. You can’t bring yourself to say much after the heartwarming ending. You want to keep the feeling of the love story but how can you when you know what’s coming? The tightness in your chest is already starting.
“_____?”
Seungmin is looking at you expectantly. You don’t say anything as you see confusion and sadness as well. It’s only when he wipes away a tear from your cheek that you realize you’re crying a bit.
You want to tell him you’re ok, that you’ll be fine. But you can’t lie like that, not right now. You think of the feelings you’ve been forced to keep to yourself and how you don’t want to long for him in silence anymore. Without a warning from your own brain you surge forward, kissing him. Understandably it takes a moment for him to comprehend what just happened but he kisses back happily. His arms tighten around you as he deepens the kiss. You put all your passion for him into it knowing you can’t express it so easily with words. A hand caresses your damp face making you both realize you are still spilling tears.
He finally pulls away for you to see he’s doing the same. You hate to see the pain in his eyes though you know now you’re feeling the exact same even more so than you thought.
As he opens his mouth to speak, he stops, eyes widening as he looks at something over your shoulder.
“It’s almost time.”
Your heads falls forward against his chest with a sob.
“I know.” he says softly. He lets you cry for a moment, unsure of how to comfort you since he feels the same helpless sorrow. As you sniffle and sit up, he stands, letting your legs fall from his lap.
He reaches a hand out for you. As you take it, you both walk outside.
The street is quiet. No wild parties with drunk people flooding from houses are taking place in the neighborhood. It made for a calm night but now it just seems lonely. He squeezes your hand tighter indicating he feels the same.
You two walk silently into the street and as your house gets closer you fold more into his side.
He stops right in the middle bringing you in front of him so you don’t have to look at it. You rest your hands on his waist as he holds your face, giving you another half-hearted smile. It would help ease the pain a little but the tightness in your chest is getting worse. You ball your fists, grabbing his shirt with them. You know he feels it too but he keeps his brave face.
“It’ll be alright. I’ll just be across the street.”
With all the longing that's to come, you throw yourself into his arms as the tightness begins to spread.
You hold him tight, not willing to let him go so easy. He does the same whimpering “no, no please” as he feels the pull begin.
As the loud chimes begin to signal midnight, you feel like you're being torn apart. You grip harder, tears wetting your faces, noses running, but neither of you care. You hear his cries get louder next to your ear.
Until silence.
The pull has ceased and now you only hear faint music. You will yourself to open your eyes.
As you see the same window, you begin to wail. This spot haunts you constantly but no more than in this moment. It is where you died. The spot you bled out in. The spot you return to every year at November 1st.
With new tears, you run down the stairs and out the door. You rush to the edge of the property, falling on your knees when you can’t go any further. You shriek and sob into the night before you see Seungmin on the opposite side of the street doing the same thing. His face is just as wet as his body shakes with emotion. His glossy eyes are stuck on you as he wishes he could just walk the short distance.
You futilely raise your arm, pushing against the invisible barrier. It was no use as always.
Both stuck in the places your lives ended to suffer 364 days of the year until your lonely souls can find solace in the other once again.
Prompt: 🌙Mutual Pining trope - but they’re ghosts who haunt the houses across the street from each other and can only leave their property on Halloween night!
#seungmin fluff#seungmin x reader#seungmin angst#stray kids angst#stray kids fluff#spooky season 2023#seungmin drabbles
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Hiiii!
Just to let you know, I finally posted my Dando’s fanfic, so, uh-
If you would like to read it would mean the world to me. And if you leave a little comment, too, (I take constructive criticism) it would be even more cool.
Cool cool cool cool co- co- co-
Anyway, enjoy it. 😅
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as long as you love me so, let it snow
☆ EDDIE MUNSON'S MASTERLIST ☆
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Summary : you never engage easily into any social gatherings, you're very quiet until Eddie came
Word Count : I apologize for not eyeballing the count 😭
Warnings : 18+ Rockstar!Eddie Munson x FEM!reader, language, reader and Eddie are both (20), jealous!reader, unrequited feelings, idiots in love, no use of y/n, reader is insecure at some points, modern setting, Eddie is very friendly and sweet and that alone can be shocker to reader! not in a bad way she's just not used to it, reader is not easy to form a bond at first since she's too serious and Eddie is very patient with her! 😭💖 (omg- I seriously need him- no joke)
What to Expect : strangers to lovers, friends to lovers, fluff, a bit of angst, come on, you guys it's Christmas I'm treating you very dearly with loads of content 😚
Note To Reader : I just came up with this idea that reader is usually reserved until Eddie like a switch that finally someone light up her world! 🥹🫶🏻
Author Note : I really hope that y'all gonna love the Christmas specials that I'm putting up before 2023 ends (I'm so active- like?!? WHO AM I?!?)
HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!!! 🎄☃️❄️💓✨
You don't usually get so excited when it's the holidays
But, you do enjoy, seeing everyone and having your stomach full from all of the feast
You're just not in the mood to interact since your social battery? can drain easily, you can't keep up that long, sometimes
Sure, you do have friends around that is genuinely do care for you and always be there for you
You're really just not an energetic person
That is until..... He came
You became friends with Nancy at the University and still- you're being in denial that you found yourself a friend
Nancy invited you over to Hawkins to spend your Christmas with them- you're very hesitant at first but you give it a try
The fact you thought you'll messed it all up because you're so nervous to meet her friends and family for the first time
It's your second time here and you just really don't understand why you feel looking forward about this, again
It's a new feeling and it's so foreign
You're leaning standing on the side of the room while watching the snowflakes fall outside
The kids are bickering each other over something and a year later you're still amused observing them
"What do you suggest that we should do?" Dustin sighs in exasperation as he holds his list of Christmas activities on his hand
He taps his pen below his chin as he couldn't taken a hold of his impatience towards his friend
He groans in frustration "Make up your mind!-"
"We should do a movie marathon- we haven't done that yet!" Max spoke up before she could hear Dustin's banter
"That's- impossible- our schedule is clearly tight! No one can attend since all of us are not available!"
"All of us?!? You haven't asked anyone yet!"
"You don't believe me?!? I'm not wrong about this, Max" Dustin throw his hands up in surrender
Max nods as she raises her eyebrows and crossing both of her arms at the same time as she jerks her head towards everyone else in the room gesturing to ask about the plan
Dustin shakes his head at her as he goes out to ask anyone
To his surprise, she's right
Max smirks at him when you're the only one left
"My god- your plan still sucks, Max" he mumbles to himself, he winces when realized he said it in his outside voice
"Could you think for a better activity?" Max replies in a sassiest way as she watches him walking towards you
"Your films choices are awful" Dustin said without looking back at her but she can see the disgust look from his face
"Hey, Top Gun is not awful!" Max shouted as she rolls his eyes at him
"Hi"
You look back at the kid in front of you, nervously clasps his hands together
"What up?" You manage to form a small smile as you bring your body forward to face him properly
He raises his eyebrows, of course- he knows that you're not into small talk but to all of young kids in the group?
You're still cool to them
Why? You seriously have no idea why someone like you and even use you as a role model
Maybe, they love you because you're very authentic and real
Yes, you being the silent one but also you're the most protective and strongest person of them all
They admire everything about you and you never ever understood it why
All you can say is that you're just so very grateful to have them in your life
So grateful
"Uh, are you game for a movie marathon with us? everyone is invited"
You nod and think about it for a moment until you can finally muster to say something back
"When?"
"This coming Saturday"
You nod again and there's your same old dialog
"Is he coming tho?"
"Who?"
"Eddie"
"Y-Yeah- I haven't asked him about it yet since he's not here and I'm sure, he'll be there"
"I'll go, why not- I'm not doing anything on that day, so...." you shrug smile at him
"Great!" The boy shows his pearls and the grin grows even more wide when he looked at over your shoulder
And the man in question is coming in to put his arms around you before you can even follow the kid's gaze- you melt within his touch
"What's happening?" He asks as he turns his head at you and Dustin
"Movie Marathon, this Saturday" you fill him in
"Ooh" he beams in interest "I am so in!"
Dustin hops lightly on the floor as he gives both of you a thumbs up as he goes back to Max who smiles so smugly at him now
"What are you doing by the window?"
You scratch your head "Watching the snow? I'm just bored- I guess" you slumped your shoulders
"Aww- just say it that you missed me" he pulls you by his side and you roll your eyes playfully
You know what he's doing, he wants you to laugh and he never fails by attempting to do so
But in fact- you really do miss him
Just too afraid to admit your feelings too vulnerable
Eddie continues to tease as you finally tug up a smile at him
"Ah yes finally there's my girl!"
You giggle as you poke his side by using your elbow as he laughs as well
"Look what I found at the store"
He surprises you by a gift, it's a small cute white teddy bear with red bow on the neck and your eyes flashes in astonishment
"Eddie- you did not-" you hold the teddy bear as he can see the joy glint on your eyes
Your gaze softens at him "Thank you"
"Don't mention it, sweets" he says as leans down to kiss on top of your head
"I am happy to see you happy" he adds and that makes your heart swell even more
You're absolutely not falling for him, are you?
"I'll be back for dinner, Nance" you announced as you check yourself in the mirror
"Going out with Eddie, again?"
"Yeah, why?" You asked her in the reflection
A mischief on her eyes, you can't miss it
She leans on her side on the wall as she watches you adding a lip and cheek tint
"Nothing, it's just that you look cute together"
You slowly turn to look at her with a look that says "Seriously?"
"I'm serious! I mean- ever since I bought you here- you two- just I don't even know how it happened- you both clicked!" She exclaims as she scoffed at you while shaking your head as you dismissive a hand at her
"And ever since then- it's obvious to everyone that if someone else sees you both- you both looked like in a relationship" she added as she waits for your reaction
"I'm sure that his only true intentions are being with friends with me, nothing more than that" you say as you put your makeup back in your shoulder bag
"Keep telling that to yourself and just watch it become real right before your very eyes" she argues with you as she takes a deep breath before continuing
"For example- you said in the first place that I ain't gonna be your bestfriend and look what happened"
She has a damn point
Seeing her smiling to herself at the back of your head knowing fucking damn well that she is indeed right to her guts
You roll your eyes at her as you open the door
"Bye, Nance" you bid goodbye with a snarky tone
She only chuckles at your ignorance as she waves at you
Eddie is always have been so caring for you
He did all of this for you
When he can do something else or choose someone else to hang out with
Instead, he always chose to be with you
Why is that?
In your friendship, Eddie is the loudest and talkative and he really doesn't mind if you don't talk a lot like him and he just admires you for being a good listener
You don't even know of how a good friend you are like you just need to know that you are
You made him realized a lot of things that he did last year when he could cut off some people
When he should've done it ages ago
You're the one that pushed him to do it and to not be scared to do it for his own well-being
You're there when he's having a hard time to move on- you even comforted him that is okay to feel this way and it's completely normal
You're an amazing person in his eyes
You made him feel that he's worthy and lovable and his mission is to make you feel that way too
You listen to him with a smile on your face, you can't fight it off everytime you spend time with him
His always animated when it comes to storytelling and it's really entertaining to watch him gush over the things that you could relate to
You're taking a big step because you're obviously not being honest with your feelings so....
"Eddie- wait a second" you interrupt him at his mid-sentence
He stops as he clears his throat, he immediately rests his hand on top of yours as you look down smiling at it
"I'm sorry, I just wanted to ask"
"Sure, go ahead"
You look through his eyes and by that you knew, you knew you could say anything to him without judgement behind it
"Why are you doing this?"
"Doing what?"
"Being so nice to me, I mean- sometimes I get confused like I don't know if it's just your personality for being this sweet or you do this with anyone"
"I like you" he says plainly with a cheeky smile that shows his dimples
You flustered at his reply "W-What?"
"I just like you- don't get me wrong- I love all of my buddies out there but whenever I'm with you- I feel complete"
"But I'm not that outgoing person"
"What do you mean?"
"What I'm saying is that don't you get tired of me? Or like get bored hanging out with me?"
"Why would I think something like that? Do you think I thought about something like that?"
You blink and your duck your head down shyly as you shook your head
You curse your negative thoughts inside your head literally ruining the beautiful moment that you're having right now
You tried your best not to think of them too long, wishing for all of it to just go away
"Listen" he leans forward to hold both of your hands
You raise your head slowly, too nervous to see the anger in his eyes but you saw nothing
Just pure understanding and compassion
Your heart skips a beat at the sight of it
"I like you for being who you are and I even more love it when we both have the same qualities like you don't give a fuck about anyone else" he exaggerates his words that you always liked and that earns a small chuckle from you and he smiles at it
"You helped me and I'll be doing the same thing with you like you have no idea- how much you mean to me and I just wanna say thank you for everything" he says with so much love on his words like you can't trace anything that is half-hearted
Every part and every word he said comes straight from his heart
He just cannot do that to you and say something like that
The feeling is really feeling, you're knocking off every tendency not to kiss him on the spot
"But I feel so bad for you like I think I'm extra hella mean to you at the first meeting"
Yeah, you're right, he knows that- hell- he even remembers everything on your first encounter together
You always have your guard up and despite your feisty and always looked so intimidating
That didn't made Eddie stop for being friends with you, like he's even the one who approached you, he is willing to do anything and so eager to be in your life
You don't stopped him
You didn't even try to push him away
You don't threaten him to go away
It's because you liked his company
You liked how he is so patient with you
You thought giving him the lousy replies and statements will make him leave but he didn't
He stayed
He is so glad that he did because he gotten the first belly genuine laughs, the first excitement from your eyes, the first cute and adorable reactions at you
As if he can read your mind "Does that stop me from being your friend?"
"No"
"Exactly"
You chuckled slightly "I just don't understand why out of all the people you chose to be friends with me"
"You don't believe that you can have a cool metalhead bestfriend like me?" He says cockily with a lazy smile on his face that made you throw fries at him
He blocked it as he blows raspberry at you "Aha! You missed!"
You chuckled as you pinch his cheeks "Gotta go at the restroom but I'm not done with you yet" you point at him
As he pretends to be petrified at you "Ooh- look at me! I'm getting killed!"
You laugh as you shake your head at him
You check yourself once more at the mirror
You swore to yourself that you're gonna tell him this time around
You gotta admit it
You inhale and exhale as you walk out of the restroom
The smile on your face falls as it lands on the girl that he's talking to
He looks.... glad?
Oh- so this is what it feels to be jealous
You feel nauseous on the scene that happening right now
The girl who is talking to him is so
You saw Eddie dismissing his hand at her as if telling her to keep the conversation short but the girl just won't let it drop as she continues to babble
You know Eddie, he is just too polite to just say "fucking shut up and leave me alone"
You feel so annoyed and also angry at the same time
You reached over at the hem of your purple dress as you crunch it down not caring if it makes a crinkle out of the fabric
You missed the fact that Eddie is now brand new upcoming artist and this is the only beginning of his career
You huffed when she finally leaves
Eddie lights up that you came back on your seat across from him but only to find the hot raging fire that is on your eyes
He doesn't even know where it is coming from
He has never seen you this angry
If you try to look at him, he swear that your looks could kill any person in the room right now
You look intimidating in your usual resting face but with a mad emotion forming up?
This is the only time that he really felt intimidated
"Is everything okay?" Trying to look at your fiery eyes, he is confused, of course- he keeps rethinking everything that made you mad
"Yeah, I'm good" you say unenthusiastically as you finish your milkshake
By the tone of your voice, suddenly the room felt too hard to breathe because you still haven't looked at him just yet because he knows you're avoiding it
He swallows as he chews quietly on his burger
The ride home was like a screeching metal sound that is begging to be stopped
It's so ridiculously quiet
You're giving him the silent treatment?
He is appalled, appalled in a way that this is how you really get upset
He's gonna remember this, so he it won't happen again
Hopefully, never again
And that was it- that was the night
You didn't say goodbye or didn't say anything after that
When Nancy saw you with the look- she knows that you needed to be alone
"What's with her?"
"Huh?"
Lucas nudges his chin towards you as he waits for Mike reply
Your usual resting face looks even more colder than before
You sitting alone in a couch, arms crossed, as you pretend to watch on whatever the TV is playing
Mike glances at you and he felt a dagger stabs through his heart when he saw your face
"Maybe, it has something to do with-"
"Eddie"
Lucas and Mike looked back at each other with raised eyebrows as they run out and look for their dungeon master
The boys knew, of course- how much he feels for you, so, they're gonna help cause' that's what real friends do
"You have to fix it" Lucas blurted it out
"What?"
Eddie is talking to Jeff and Gareth, when the two young boys interrupt their conversation
"You have to make amends with her!" Mike points at you
Eddie follows the kid's direction as he blinks rapidly and gulped
"Nah- Uh- I can't"
"Why?"
"Because- fuck- you know how she's like when she's like that?!?"
"But you have to-"
"Don't worry about it, fellas- he's already concocting a solution" Gareth speaks as he throws a wink
"He's actually talking about her with us" Jeff snickers as he watches Eddie stresses
Eddie only grumbles in response when his bandmates exposed the conversation earlier
"The look on your face is not appealing for this time of the year"
The familiar voice behind you spoke as you throw your head back at the soft surface
"Hey" you say with literally 0% energy
Robin sits beside you as she takes a good look at you
"My, My, My, I can see it- jealousy, clear as day" she gestures at your face as you scoff
She only smirks "What's going on inside your mind, huh?"
"I just saw him talking to another girl yesterday" you sneered as you clenched your jaw
She clicks her tongue as she brings herself closer to you
You furrow your brows as you watch her lean forward
The scariest thing with Robin is that she can read your fucking mind
"If you're thinking about Eddie hanging out with other girls" she clears her throat and straighten herself up
As if she prepares for an ultimate speech
"Well, for your information, sweet pea- is that he never does that to anyone, he only does that to you!" She punctuates every word she said with a finger pointing at you
Still, you won't let her see your surprised expression, you try to mask it
You tilt your head at her as you laugh in disbelief
"Please be fucking for real, Robin?"
She chuckles at your stubbornness "Girl- If you're weren't present right now, he won't attend and he won't be here if it wasn't for you"
You went silent on that because Robin is making sense
A lot of sense
"Eddie is never the one to show up in these events but when you came around- he's always here"
Robin added a lot more sizzle on the stove that made the fire inside of you grows larger
You remember that
It was so late that night but Eddie came last minute because Nancy mentioned about you staying and spending the holidays with them
You're aware that she always talks about you
That's why he's so excited to meet you in the first place
Robin smiles like a freaking Cheshire cat when she successfully made your brain go right where it belongs
Your eyes might hurt for eyerolling too much as you get up and headed towards to-
Obviously, Eddie
Robin giggles as she says "Glad to be a part of your service!"
You saw Eddie yelling over to his friends and bandmates as they stopped talking when they saw you
He knits his brows as they watch all of them go running away one by one
When he turns around, he sighs nervously
"I just wanna apolog-"
"I'm sorry"
Both of you talked over to each other as you both stare and he wants to laugh at how ridiculous this is
"I appreciate everything, you've done for me- Eddie- and I apologize for my behavior last night"
"No- it's okay-" he stopped at what he's supposed to do when
His idiotic mind finally catches up at the thing that annoyed you last night
"Oh- is that girl!"
You frown at him "Look- you don't have to bring it up-'" you sigh in defeat
"You know what- this is bullshit- I'm outta here" you walk away but he tails at you
"You can't"
"Why?!?"
"it's blizzard out there!"
You glance the window outside, it's a damn snowstorm- alright
"I'm gonna find my way out of here"
"What?! why do you want to do that?!"
"To stay the hell away at you"
He laughs darkly as he jogs over your path to block you- you crossed both of your arms
"That girl yesterday was one of the bullies that made my life, the hardest, I didn't gave her the satisfaction that just because I'm getting better at my career, I won't forget the things she do to me before"
The crease in your forehead flattens as you look at him directly
"So, you don't have to be jealous over something that isn't necessary" he finishes with that
Oh, he is speaking the truth and that makes even feel more worst than ever
Not a single fucking thing that says "dishonest" on his eyes
HE IS THE IDEAL MAN
"Guess what? Eddie- that won't convince me!" You sarcastically replied with a fake smile as you move over aside to walk out of him
He knows this wouldn't be easy, he smiles down and he's amused at this
He shook his head as he spoke again
"You missed my hint"
You halt your tracks as you look back at him
"Missed what?!?" annoyance setting in your tone
He walks towards at you with a smirk laying on his face
"I gave you a hint yesterday and you missed it"
You squint your eyes at him as you try to remember the things that he said to you
Oh
The simmering anger inside of you that almost bubbled into the boiling point has died down when it finally hit you
"I like you" his voice echoes to your mind
When you look back at him, he smiles wildly as he moves closer to you
He puts your wispy bangs on the side as he can see it hurting your eyes
Your gaze softens as he whispers "You're so pretty"
And out of the blue, there goes his antics, he goes down on his knees
"I would seriously die for you!" He shouts out loud earning an attention to some of your friends
You laugh as you try to help him get up but he won't budge
"I will worship you every single day until I die!"
Steve appears in the corner as he announces
"The Grinch is about to start y'all gonna miss it!"
You and Eddie giggle as he finally back up to his feet
Both of you get what you want to chomp down while watching the film
He gave you, your favorite, the buttered popcorn
You blushed as you about to take it he pulled you as he kisses your cheek that alone made you let out a small gasp and he smirks
Causing you to flip him off as he laughs
While heading at the living room both of you started teasing at each other
"if you left you won't be getting that popcorn"
"Yeah, yeah, you won- stop gloating already"
"You love me, don't you?"
"Shut up"
"You love meeee"
"I do"
He's like a goddamn kid, hopping like a toddler as he pulls you to his side, you look at him with a glowing smile
Unbeknownst to the both of you, Jeff, Gareth, Mike, Lucas, Dustin, Robin and even Steve both shared high-fives together when both of you finally get together at last
❄️❄️💗💗
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Pumpkin Picking
Pairing: Wheeler Yuta x female!reader
Category: Fluff
Word count: 845
Summary: You take your boyfriend to pick out the perfect pumpkin for carving.
Warnings: None, except one swear word at the end
A/N: This is Day 1 of the Season of Fluff 2023 prompt list that @katries created with the help of @mrsmatt
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Autumn has finally rolled around once again and you couldn’t be happier. The cool crisp air, the gorgeous trees in their red, yellow, and orange leaves. The pumpkins and the hot chocolate, soups and sweaters were a must. You had your own little fall traditions and one of them was pumpkin picking. You loved searching the fields for the perfect pumpkin to carve or paint, depending on your mood. This year your sweet boyfriend was partaking in the tradition. To say you were excited was an understatement.
“What about this one?” Wheeler asked as he lifted up a tall medium sized pumpkin. You looked up and grinned as you made your way towards him, abandoning the pumpkins you were examining to get a good look at what he found.
“It’s nice, but it’s too tall. It has to be round and little bigger but not too big.” You explained, putting emphasis on too big. You went back to scanning the ground for what you called the ‘perfect pumpkin’.
Wheeler let out a sigh as you turned away from him. He sat the pumpkin back on the ground. Standing up, a pumpkin caught his eye. It was bigger than the one he just had and it was round, just like you wanted. Wheeler made a beeline for the pumpkin and proudly carried it to you. “This one. This is your perfect pumpkin.” He beamed.
You spun around caught off guard by his sudden proximity to you. You took in his appearance as he presented you the pumpkin. His hair was starting to stick to his forehead with perspiration, his eyes shined bright and his smile was one of the widest you had ever seen from him. His Blackpool Combat Club jacket was half zipped and one of the sleeves had fallen off his shoulder. This was hands down the cutest he had looked since arriving at the pumpkin patch. You finally looked at the pumpkin in his arms. It looked perfect!…. except for the big dent near the bottom. You didn’t have the heart to tell him. “It looks perfect babe!” You did your best to give him a convincing smile.
Unfortunately, at least for this moment, Wheeler saw how your smile didn’t reach your eyes and how your eyes didn’t light up like they do when you’re happy or excited. “There’s something wrong with it, isn’t there?” He let out a breath and hung his head, closing his eyes in the process.
“I’m sorry Wheeler. It is perfect, there’s just a dent at the bottom.” You genuinely felt awful for taking so long. “I’m sorry I’m being so picky, I just want this pumpkin to look good so it will look even better when I carve it. I have this image of what I want and I really want it to match the vision.” You explained, taking the pumpkin away from Wheeler and setting it down. You slipped your hands into his and gave a little squeeze. “Let’s just go home. I’ll figure something else out.” You said as you began to tug him in the direction of the car.
“Wait.” Wheeler stopped in his tracks causing you to stop as well. “We’re going to find you that perfect pumpkin.” He stated matter-of-factly.
You looked him in the eyes and you saw the determination in them. “Really it’s fine. We’ve been here for two hours and I’m not happy with any of the ones we’ve looked at. I don’t want to waste anymore of your time. It’s silly anyways.” You pulled him by the hand once again to get him to start walking.
“No.” Wheeler’s voice was stern and he had a serious look on his face, one that told you he was dead set on finding you this pumpkin. “You’re not wasting my time and this isn’t silly. This is something you love doing and you have a really cool design picked to carve. I can see that it means a lot to you which means it means a lot to me too.” Wheeler tucked your hair behind your ear and rested his palm on your cheek. “I love you and I will always help you with anything you need even picking out a pumpkin.” He placed a gentle kiss to your forehead and pulled you into a hug.
You wrapped your arms around him, breathing in his natural scent mixed with his cologne made you feel at home, loved, and safe. It always grounded you ever since you first met.
After some time in your boyfriend’s embrace, you finally pulled away. Your eyes trailed up from his chest to his face, your eyes locking with his. “Can we get hot chocolate after this?” You grinned knowing Wheeler Yuta never turns down hot chocolate.
“Hell yeah!” He exclaimed, a smile spreading across his face. “Let’s check that patch over there.” He said, pointing a few feet away.
“Race ya!” You laughed as you took off towards the next pumpkin patch. Wheeler just laughed and shook his head at your little trick, racing after you.
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trick or treat! can i get a treat with mephistopheles from obey me? 🍬
"this is an... odd tradition you have in the human realm," mephistopheles murmurs stiffly, snapping another photo with the professional camera in his hands.
"why? the devildom has haunted houses."
"in the devildom, haunted houses aren't so... juvenile."
click! another photo, this time focused on the ambient lighting outside the entrance of the spooky attraction you'd brought him to. he lowers the camera from his eye and looks around once more.
"well, at least give it a try first before you write it all off. c'mon."
fair enough. mephisto follows you into the haunted house, lingering a little closer than he usually would. why? it's a question he ponders himself as the two of you stroll side by side through unimpressive decorations and flashing lights inside this pseudo-maze.
you're human. utterly, completely insignificant. in the grand scheme of it all, you'll be six feet under within a century. if he blinks too long, you'll be a withered like a rotten apple on the ground in autumn, waiting to become one with the dirt from which you rose.
and yet-- mephisto moves a little closer.
a scare actor pops out from around the corner. you jump in surprise, shrieking and clutching onto his sleeve as you're startled. he's startled, too-- not by the actor (he saw that jumpscare coming a mile away), but by your decision to cling on to him in a moment of fear and irrationality. suddenly this boring attraction feels a little warmer than it did before.
"is that all it takes to scare you, human?" mephisto asks smugly. "i should have realized a lowly creature like yourself could be scared so easily."
despite his harsh words, the usual bite of a bitter tone was absent, replaced by something almost... fond? he was surprised to hear it himself.
maybe you would be gone in the blink of an eye-- humans, after all, are very fragile. but mephisto is starting to see something in you, something deeper than the surface that he initially brushed off. is this why diavolo adores you so?
"come," he beckons. his gloved hand finds your bare wrist and tugs you close, coaxing you against his side as you continue to walk through the haunted house. "let's keep going."
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#rumbelle#skin deep day#fluffapalooza 2023#there is no fluff in season 5#just sadness#and yet it was a better season than 4 or 6#then again I like the angst
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A now for something short and sweet ...
And the Award goes to ...
@entanglednow for 'The Second Law of Thermodynamics'
Read the fic critcs are calling: "Hilarious and In-Character", "The most probable fanfic ever", "Witty, fun, heartwarming ... stunningly written", "So Cozy! XD", "Actually believable!", "I keep coming back!", "My asexual heart is doing somersaults", ""Above and beyond, my favourite fic"
(and I recommend continuing the series ... so good!) This fic deserves thousands more kudos than it has, but then again ... maybe everyone that reads it, reads it ten times like I have??? and then forgets they can give second kudos (and third and fourth and fifth!)
For a short read again and again ... bookmark this fic!
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nicknames, sukuna
a/n: short soft sukuna drabble cause he makes me go crazy. ignore any translation mistakes, i used google translate 😭
content: sukuna speaking in japanese. fluff, nsfw (oral - fem!recieving)
wc: 582
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟
"sukuna," you call him as he's seated beside you watching a random season of survivor. he hums in reply. "you're my cutie pie".
you cheese at him when he turns his head to look at you, eyebrows furrowing. "i'm your what?" you don't miss the slight blush that creeps up on his face. "my cutie pie," you say moving closer to make yourself comfortable in his lap. "my sugar plum," he raises an eyebrow at you.
the ends of his mouth slighlty tugging upwards. "my cupcake" you kiss him on the cheek "my cotton candy," your hands in his hair as you kiss his forehead. unable to hold it in any longer, he smiles. "my suki wookie," you look into his eyes and smile squishing his face. he lets out a quiet chuckle.
he flops you on the mattress as he pries your legs open and makes himself comfortable on top of you. trails kisses down your body as he whispers sweet words in japanese into your skin like a secret. "恋人 — koibito (lover) " a quick peck on your lips. "天使 — tenshi (angel)" a kiss at the space between your ear and neck. "私の心の光 — watashi no kokoro no hikari (light of my heart)" his lips move over your chest.
you wish you could understand what he was saying. you only knew the basics so you could figure out he said "my". my what, you wondered. "what does that mean?" you ask quietly. he looks up at you, the look in his eyes soft and loving "my brat". he jokes his head falling down to your chest as he laughs. "sukunaaa" you laugh.
he continues leaving feather light kisses over your body. now moving over your hips "私の桜 — watashi no sakura". you gasp as you translate it in your head. "your cherry blossoms?" you chirp. caught, his cheeks turn a shade darker. "can i, か甘いい女の子 — ka ama ī on'nanoko" that you knew. he always called you that. sweet girl. his sweet girl. you nod.
he kisses over your panties. you whimper. a slight sheen of wetness coating you as he pulls off your panties. "キャンディーのように甘い — kyandī no yō ni amai (sweet like candy) " he whispers to himself.
he kisses your clit once, twice, until your hand scratches at his scalp. "please," you whine. "hmm, be patient, 恋人の女の子 — koibito no on'nanoko (lover girl), haven't eaten all day". his tongue pokes out and he lickes a stripe from your opening to your clit. his lips wrapping around your clit as he moans in satisfaction at your taste. his finger moves down to your opening as his mouth over your clit brings you pleasure. his finger moves in and out of you at a teasing pace, fast and then slow.
your legs tighten around his head, limiting his oxygen intake but he doesn't make any move to pry them away. instead his tongue on your clit moves at a feverish pace. you soon cum with a cry of his name. mewling and moaning. he pulls away.
happiest man on earth. he thinks that whenever he's with you. "愛してます — aishitemasu (i love you)", he says softly, expecting no reply. you've watched enough romantic japanese movies to know what he meant, so you reply back "私も愛しているよ, すくな — watashi mo itoshite iru yo, sukuna (i love you too, sukuna)". and his mouth drops. giddy at your confession he takes away your breath as he kisses his love into you.
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟
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broken, pt. 1 (3tan) | myg
title: broken (pt. 1)
pairing: 3tan!yoongi x reader(f)
series:masterlist | three tangerines | fireworks | house party | basketball | stay | sidewalk talk | friends | dalo | like that | anytime | sundress season | yoongi’s interlude | forfeit | flutter | video call | busted
rating/genre: m (18+) ; angst , fluff ; brother’s best friend au, implied age gap au
summary: chilling conversations prolong things even further… until everything goes to hell.
note: this is only one half of what was supposed to be a whole chapter! broken, pt. 2 will come out after i've had time to make it something i'm proud of. trying to rush everything out didn't do any favors, so hilariously and ironically, broken is broken up into two hahaha.
warnings: language, angst, tension, yoongi’s pov is longgg, alcohol consumption, tobacco mentions, bro🥲, yoongi in the studio😩, the studio boys make another appearance👀, …someone else makes their first appearance👀👀, scuffles, tense situations, did i say angst?, water bottles get their own warning, long hair yoongi, basketball yoongi🫠, crying, bro a ha ha, jimin has tats and he’s not afraid to show them, the chains stay on(???), …bad boy yoongi😀👍, honestly he is on another level of warning here don’t perceive me💀, the fluff is fluffing here like what, backstory we’ve been waiting for😗, yoongi on the phone, hand holding :’)), kissing :’)), oh god the kissing❤️🩹, there’s just a lot in both parts i'm sorry y'all
playlist: broken (lp)
drop date: dec 3rd, 2023, 4:00pm est
word count: ...19.1k 🚶♀️
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Words abandon you.
They stand far from your form, pitying observers of your decaying state in front of the man you’ve been lying to. At once, you feel completely alone, not even Yoongi’s lingering presence helping when those eyes are piercing through time and space. Everything you’ve experienced over the past two years slings across your vision, from the first time you left your house in the pouring rain to get to Yoongi’s, to the car ride back you just took with his kiss still on your lips.
All of those moments shattering into dust around your heels.
Your feet make lines in them when you move to close the front door, something leaving your mouth before you can judge if it makes sense, “About what?”
Zero sense. Absolute zero sense. Which your brother has absolute zero patience for. The drone in his question hits you like a punch to the gut, “Really.”
“Just out late, is all,” you grumble, trying your best to not acknowledge an atmosphere so tense it’s almost crowded. “Jimin had another party, remember?”
“Course I do.”
Huh? Wait. Why does he sound so—
“I was there.”
Dread launches up your veins, rocketing right to your heart in the middle of a pulse. He was there? You saw his car when Yoongi pulled up close to the house. He was there? When the fuck did he arrive? Oh, fuck, if he got there early enough… did he see you… and Yoongi…
No. There’s no way. Because one, Yoongi parked far down and around the corner. He made sure not to be close just in case you two could be spotted.
With a thought you really cannot afford right now, you also assume he stayed that distance just so that he could pin you against his car. Fucking hell, focus! Upping the strength of your resolve to match cardboard, you lamely stall in your hunt for clarification, “You were?”
“I was.”
The watch on his wrist glints in its twist. When aggravated veins stare back at you, it’s obvious your brother is on the edge. Because he is deathly calm. “So where’d you go?”
You blink, not having expelled a single breath since you stepped foot inside.
Does he not know? Or does he know and he’s just waiting for you to finally spill? With all the hope in the universe, you yearn for it to be the first one. Because you cannot deal with a fallout right now. Not right after what happened with Yoongi.
It’s just not the right time.
“Yuri’s,” you blurt, finally kicking into gear and strategizing how you’re gonna finesse this. “She came and got me.”
Your sibling just stands there, eyes a solid beam before he sighs at clasped wrists.
Here it comes. He’s gonna ask why you didn’t say anything. Like he always does because for some reason you’re still not a true adult to him and he has to keep tabs on you at all times and you can’t just sneak around with his best friend in peace—
“K.” Your eyes shake once. “Just tell me next time.”
And just like that, your brother vacates the foyer, dark dress shoes clacking as he retreats back into his room. Leaving you standing in silence.
All the words around you just as speechless.
Just like that, you’re gone again.
After watching you leave and wishing you didn’t have to, Yoongi shuts his door to rest ponderous thoughts on worn wood. Eyes closed and a storm on his mind’s horizon.
Just a little longer. He hopes you’ll understand. This is just something he needs. More than anything else.
Exhausted, he peels himself from the door, meandering through the bog of his living room. Trudge, trudge, trudge to the dining table, skirting fingers along the edge and noting that it feels different than before.
At least something in his apartment has changed for the better.
Who would’ve thought that table would witness both an end and a beginning. That it would see the worst and best of him. If it was ever called to stand, there’s no doubt that it could recite all his failures and shortcomings. But he hopes that it would also attest to how much he’s fucking tried.
As much as Yoongi wants to throw it out, he hasn’t. Because despite being withered to hell, all it needed to recover was the new company of a familiar face.
And a little bit of summer rain.
It watches as his thoughts move on, and soaks in the blues and pinks of sunrise as he crosses into the bedroom. At the feel of your lingering presence, Yoongi gnaws on his lip.
What the fuck does he do now? The moment you leave, he wants nothing more than to have you back in his bed. It’s the one fact that he has come to fully acknowledge. Because there are many times you’ve caught him slipping. But when you’re lost to your dreams? Visibly at peace and safe under his sheets? That’s when he can’t even think straight.
How your serenity throws him into disarray, Yoongi has no fucking clue.
But he can’t afford these feelings right now. Because how can he want you close while being the reason for this distance? Make it make sense. Don’t be a fucking hypocrite. Tsking, Yoongi once again accepts the consequences, heading to his bathroom before going back the fuck to sleep.
Lies. Who is he kidding? There’s no way his rest will be the same without you. Especially since he doesn’t know when he’ll get to see you next.
There is a way to remedy that. To put an end to your time apart. But Yoongi’s been so in his fucking head that it’s chaining him down and pulling taut. No matter how much he struggles, he can’t break free, and it’s driving him to the brink.
But last night? With you? Half moons mar his palms as he stands. Staring. Branding that whole memory into his heart.
After three months of questioning his existence.
All it took was your soft hums to give him a reason.
And you won’t ever know how much that meant to him. Not until Yoongi finally decides to tell you. Which will most likely be never. Maybe that’s why this time tears at his chest more than all the others. Maybe that’s why he stood in his doorway longer than usual. Maybe that’s why he can’t quite carry the weight in his chest.
Dumping himself on dark mountains—creations of his and your design—Yoongi buries his face in those valleys. Inhales those aromas like some hit he can live off of for however many days left he needs.
Desperately grasping for a fading world where only you two exist. Drifting. Dreaming. Disarmed by a vibration on his nightstand.
The fuck.
Who is texting him this early. There are only a few people he has notifications on for wait it’s probably you saying you’re home.
Peeling himself off the sheets with a groan, Yoongi simply shifts his upper body to reach for his phone, squinty-eyed as he checks his screen.
And he doesn’t see your name.
Dumbass: 1 New Message
But your brother’s.
What the hell does he—
Dumbass [07:30]: We need to talk.
…Shit.
Yoongi grips his phone in panic, ice water streaming through his veins and mind set ablaze with potential scenarios.
He’s awake. You went home. And he’s awake. Fuck, did anything happen? Did you say anything? What are the chances this text means he found everything out?
Shit.
Does Yoongi answer now? Or does he sleep and pretend that this is just a text and isn’t a problem at all? Think. Your brother may not even be referencing you, or him. Right? It could be something completely different.
Why can’t he fucking move?
Every regret Yoongi’s kept at bay floods his brain, crashing into assumptions of your mental state and creating a massive whirlpool of dread. Just answer. Don’t answer. Just answer. Don’t fucking answer. Suddenly, another alert lights his home screen and it’s a call oh fuck—wait… It’s Jungkook?
Why not. Sure. What’s one more issue.
Picking up, Yoongi runs hard fingers through his hair as he answers.
“Hey, you coming?”
“Huh?”
“We have that session in thirty.”
The what. The session? Oh, fuck. The session. Yoongi completely forgot they had a recording booked today because they were so hyped last night to get a date for the release party shit. Vacating his bed, Yoongi answers with a low, “Yeah, I’ll be there.”
“Yeah, don’t be late. It’s those guys from before.”
Fuck, it’s that one. The dudes that stopped by the studio just as things were wrapping up, shocking everyone when they scheduled some time. Highly successful musicians and performers booking something with a no name studio? Things are rolling in the right direction and coming along fast.
But as things go. If they don’t take this shit seriously, everything can crash just as quickly.
“Heading out,” Yoongi finally says as he yanks a hoodie from his closet, and a loud vibration against his ear makes him flinch.
Dumbass [7:40]: Heading over
Fuck!
“You okay?”
“Shit, yeah.” Yoongi grips soft material before his phone hits his desk with a thump. Hastily dressing, he grunts, “Maybe. Might be like two minutes late.”
“Nah, come now.”
He’s heading over? Your brother? If that’s the case, there’s no way he doesn’t know.
Fuck, relax. Don’t overthink. If anything, there wouldn’t have even been a heads-up. Yoongi figures he’d just find out as soon as he’s thrown against a wall. Or the ground. Or right onto his coffee table that this very guy helped pick out. Shit, he needs to know but he doesn’t wanna find out.
But nevermind him. Are you okay? Swiping his device, Yoongi quickly types a text before fast-walking out of his room, going on autopilot when he assures into his receiver, “I’ll get there.”
Yoongi [7:42]: Going to the studio
“On time? You better!”
Goddamn, he’s juggling too much right now.
As Yoongi breaks into the dining room, he hears a rustling on the line before other voices jut through the speaker. Sounds like Hobi and Joon are already there, and the next thing said further spikes his stress level another peak,
“We’re already cutting it close with the prep.”
Fucking hell, the prep. The mics, the tracks, the setup. They forgot to do all of it. Something inside of him starts snarling and almost pounces through the phone, “Fuck, we should’ve been ready already.”
“Shit, I know.”
“We can’t keep doing this.”
“Dude, relax, I get it.”
“Do you? Cus this is… Fuck.”
“Yeah, yeah, we’ll get it done but it’s gonna be tight. Hey, where’s the… Damn it, what’s it called?”
Frustrated and rummaging through his pantry, Yoongi knows he sure as hell didn’t think about anything else as soon as he heard you crying on the line. If he had remembered while leaving the studio, he could’ve spared a brain cell to rush everyone back in. “The what.”
“The… The overhead mic for the drums.”
Of course, he’d repeat every decision he made last night. Over, and over, and over again. But any of them should’ve remembered this step before leaving, which pisses him off. The studio’s lack of experience is showing and it’s making him nervous.
And Yoongi still doesn’t know what’s going on with his best friend.
“We need two overheads for drums,” he corrects while swiping a water bottle from the counter. And he’s about to rattle off where they are when he feels another long buzz.
Dumbass: Incoming Call
Of fucking course.
Mind whirring so hard he can feel steam, Yoongi quickly recalls where the mics are, “They’re somewhere in the back by the amps, but I gotta take this so I’ll see y’all there.”
“Wait, where are the—”
Nope. Kook’s just gonna have to figure out whatever he’s asking on his own. Switching calls, Yoongi answers while opening his door, hastily putting out the food and water he grabbed from the kitchen.
“Hey.” Fuck, is his voice shaking? What the hell is he gonna be faced with in the next few seconds? Can he freeze time and rewind and keep last night on repeat? “I’m about to head out.”
“Don’t leave yet, I’m coming.”
“No, just”—Yoongi dashes back inside before grabbing his wallet and keys from the bar—“You good? I can’t be late.”
“Don’t lie. Y’all are done, right?”
Don’t lie. Yoongi feels like hurling.
“We got another project,” he huffs as he meets sunrise again, blazing a trail through his corridor and rounding the corner to his car. “A band’s coming in for a session.”
“Shit.”
There’s a pause on the line. And it’s the first bit of silence Yoongi’s had since he got the first bone-chilling text. Is his secret safe? Are you okay? Should he work extra late and run from a problem yet again? He’s very good at that. Running. If there was a medal for distance ran from issues, he’d be on the podium for both gold and silver.
“Okay, fine.”
Relief is temporary. This could just be him biding his time in order to figure out what to do. Or maybe he truly doesn’t know what’s going on and Yoongi has a bit more uninterrupted time with you.
Delusion is a great place to stay.
In any case, his friend’s behavior is alarming. What’s he doing up this early? And why is he wanting to swing by so bad if not to slice him into tiny pieces? Nerves slow on the downslope, Yoongi shuts his car door and lends his ear, “But serious, are you okay?”
“I just… Tch. I can’t even say it.”
He lets his friend go through a series of small sounds on the line, pulling out of the lot and hitting the road with tire squeaks. “What’s up,” he finally pushes, looking sideways and remembering the car ride home.
There was no way Yoongi was gonna say no to you. He didn’t in this universe, and he’d bet his whole life he doesn’t in any other one, either. Not when your wings looked like you hadn’t used them in months.
Pained, Yoongi hopes you’re completely fine and sleeping. Tucked away in a bed that captured part of his heart, visiting him in your dreams so that some version of him can be at your side.
“Everything, Yoong.”
But, as it so starkly turns out, he has to deal with reality. And with the fact that you’re just as far away as you were before last night. Maybe even further out of reach.
So, so far away.
“There’s a ton of shit, but. Fuck. Guess we’ll have to wait.”
Right now, deal with the studio prep and get through the session that will probably take awhile. After that, meet up with your brother and hope to god he doesn’t know. “K.”
“Just lemme know when you get back.”
Then, when all of that is done, Yoongi will be alone. Staring into the night and trying his hardest not to give up on himself again. “Yeah, I will.”
“No running.”
“K.”
When the call ends, Yoongi lets out the harshest breath he’s ever let out in his life. Hoping you went right to sleep without dealing with any of that.
“How did that sound?”
Looking into the recording room, Yoongi raises a thumbs up as Hoseok clicks back to the beginning of the track. At their side, Namjoon hits a button on the console before speaking into a microphone, “Y’all wanna come hear it?”
“We can move on. Wanna get the doubling done.”
Huh? They’re gonna move onto vocal doubling already? With a few blinks, Yoongi think it’d be better if they—
“Okay!” Jungkook agrees from the couch, cutting out any other thoughts. “If any of you need adjustments, let us know.”
“Yeah, actually, can one of you come switch this out?”
Joon throws a suggestion over his shoulder, but Yoongi is already heading for the booth before his name is even mentioned.
Get everything done smooth. Stay disciplined. Be professional, goddamn it.
Entering the soundproofed room will always make him want to occupy the mic instead. That feeling hasn’t gone away, and there have been countless nights where he’s spent time just sitting in this very space, visualizing what it would be like to work on this side of the glass someday. Deep down, Yoongi knows he could be somebody. But imposter syndrome runs deep.
Avoiding cables strewn about the room, he offers his hands without a word, taking a guitar from the lead singer and making his leave—
“Hey.” He turns. “You’re good.”
What? Where the hell did that come from? Did he even hear this guy right or was he just daydreaming again? Yoongi’s so thrown he can only stare with question marks for eyes.
Amused, the singer simply points to the side of his beaming countenance. “You have an ear.”
Huh. How the hell can this dude tell? All Yoongi’s done is indicate if a recording take was good or not, and given a few minuscule suggestions to the keyboardist and guitarist—instruments he’s well-versed in.
Yet again, he’s so in his head that the man outright laughs, “Relax! You can talk to us like normal, you know. None of us care about etiquette shit.”
“Shit, my bad,” Yoongi finally responds, instrument in his hands proving a little lighter. “Thanks.”
“Of course.” Swishing long bangs to the side, the performer rests a hand on his hip. “We’re open to anything. We’d just tell you if your opinion sucks.”
Eyes creasing with his lips, Yoongi puffs out a laugh.
“Kidding. Only a little.”
Even though these people are world-renowned, they’re the first humble group to run through the studio. Everyone else has been either cocky, standoffish, or super opinionated, which made for unproductive hours.
Yoongi likes this change of pace. His shoulders start to feel composed, less scrunched than they had been since you left his place this morning. Comforted, he looks down at the guitar in his fingers.
Choosing not to say what he wants to.
Should he? Nah. These guys know what they’re doing. Despite the nice offer to speak up, it’s not his place. Far from it.
…But what would you tell him to do? What would you be proud of?
Committed to his answer, Yoongi grips the neck and decides without another thought,
“Do the chorus again.”
The whole studio stills. But all he’s looking at is the man in front of him, shaking his head when they ask, “Same way?”
“Uhm. No.” As he hands the guitar back, Yoongi wordlessly checks if he can see the sheet music. When given the go-ahead, he scans the lines before pointing out a passage to note,
“Mm. Here. Vocals are fine as is, but. Ride the build-up quicker and hit the next chord after a bit longer.” When he stops, he has to fight to ignore the eyes on him. There’s no doubt that his extended time in the recording room is being questioned, and his hand movements probably make him look stupid. “It’ll keep in time but hit harder.”
Done. He said it.
And the response that follows puts complete silence to shame.
Instantly self-conscious, Yoongi swears he can hear Hobi’s pants shift in the control room through two closed doors shit he took it too far. Fuck, if these guys walk out now the studio is done for and he’ll be the only reason why—
“Well, goddamn. Let’s try that then.”
Huh. They’re gonna take that?
As he steps away, Yoongi feels slightly awkward doused in attention. Yeah, expressions seem like looks of approval, but they could just be polite.
The man hums the chorus with Yoongi’s notes in mind, and his eyebrows tick a bit before he addresses the others in the room, “You heard him?”
“Mmhmm.”
“Yeah, we can try that.”
“Why didn’t you think of that, Woosung?”
Yoongi can’t keep his amusement under wraps as the singer laughs, addressing his keyboardist with a grin, “Damn, not even Sammy? Straight to Woosung, huh.”
“Sammy would’ve thought of it.”
Another bout of mirth spreads joy around the recording booth, and Yoongi shares a look with the singer before they both nod.
“Let’s see how it sounds.”
“K.”
Proud and adrenaline-filled, he turns to walk back to the door, head so buzzed he doesn’t know what to do. But when Yoongi can’t see into the control room anymore, he misses a stare through the glass.
A stare that lingers on him just a little too long.
The rest of the session goes smooth, and Yoongi’s relieved that they haven’t asked him for anything else.
After all. He doesn’t wanna push it, or step on Jungkook’s toes. What happened in the recording room only went down because you would have scolded him for not seizing that moment. And the suggestion he gave was lauded after the next take.
It was the first time since you kissed him goodbye that he felt a healthy pulse in his chest. Despite the chaos of the morning, amid the thoughts and worries penetrating his brain, you reached out and kept him steady in just the right moment.
Fuck being his good luck charm. You give guardian angels shame and you don’t even know it.
“Okay, we’ll take ten after this.”
Jungkook holds up an arm while agreeing, “Okay! We’ll save what we got!”
Yoongi’s scanning the tracks when he feels hovering over his shoulder, and he already knows it’s the kid without looking. “Sup.”
“Nothing.”
“You sure.”
At this, Jungkook pauses before he sighs. “Yeah, it’s nothing,” he clearly lies.
But Yoongi will let him figure out whether to run with that or not. He seems a little bothered about something, and it very well could be what happened in the booth. This is work, and they’re both adults. If he wants to talk about something, Yoongi will gladly have that conversation.
Suddenly, a vibration erupts in his hoodie pocket, and his phone is fished out without him even thinking.
Hustler: Incoming C—
Shit. You wouldn’t call him at work unless it’s urgent. Which is quickly throwing any possible theories about your brother not knowing out the window.
But fuck, he can’t answer yet. There’s no way. Not only is he in very close range to someone you don’t wanna speak to right now, but he’d get blasted for being on his phone during a session. Hoping you can wait just two more minutes, Yoongi turns the buzzing off within his hoodie pocket, anxiously waiting for the take to start.
Hoping to everything that Jungkook didn’t happen to see what was on his screen.
As soon as everyone looks pleased—three takes and thirty minutes later—Yoongi quickly excuses himself from the control room. His head practically overheats on the way out back, but the gust of morning breeze serves to soothe it some.
It’s been chilly lately. A bit grey. But whatever the weather has been outside, it’s no match for the atmosphere of his brain.
Pulling his hood over hair he hasn’t cut in months, Yoongi looks around before ringing you up. Hoping that you’re good and didn’t have to go through a version of his panic earlier.
Hustler: Outgoing Call
Straight to voicemail? Shit.
Hustler: Outgoing Call
Fuck, still voicemail. Are you okay? On the phone with someone else? Did your brother actually end up finding out and things are worse than he thought? Clutching his phone, Yoongi glances up while giving it slight shakes, body on alert while deciding what the hell to do now.
Maybe he can at least text you to ask what the hell happened this morning? Typing. Erasing. Retyping. Retrying.
Yoongi [9:02]: Got a session today, doll.
That’s what he had to say? That won’t do you any good, the fuck? Berating himself with a sigh, he takes a few steps while texting a follow-up.
Yoongi [9:03]: Still going, but are you good?
Staring, it takes him a few seconds to decide if this is enough. If these two messages are gonna suffice to help him figure out what the hell he’s getting into later.
It’s not. There’s too much he needs to know.
Hustler: Outgoing Call
When it doesn’t ring a third time, Yoongi gives up, cursing before turning and raking his hood off in distress.
Only to see Woosung materializing out of nowhere—relaxed, silent, and taking a drag.
Shit. How much of that did he witness?
“Been there,” the man empathizes, blowing out smoke into crisp morning. After a swell of early traffic fills the alleyway, he continues, “In trouble?”
Great. With a sound of dejection, Yoongi answers to a stack of random boxes, “Might be.”
“Don’t wanna commit anymore?”
“I do,” Yoongi blurts without hesitation, looking right into eyes that have seen plenty more than he has.
And it’s the first time he’s admitted anything out loud. To a stranger miles above him in status, no less. Hands stuffed in his pockets, he clarifies, “It’s just… There’s something I need to do first.”
Wait a sec. Why the fuck is he talking about this so freely? This isn’t something he does. Privacy is practically his brand. So why is it easy to talk to this guy? It’s him, for fuck’s sake. But what’s done is done. Woosung probably won’t even remember this conversation even happened, or is already annoyed as hell he didn’t get a good read on him.
To Yoongi’s surprise, his alley companion speaks again after another white wisp. “Mmm… Something you need to do?”
Well. Yoongi walked right into this one. Swallowing and knowing he can’t dip out, he sighs, “Some shit I wanna finish.” The smell of tobacco wafts around him when he looks at dulled skies. “Shit I need to get through.”
An amused hum floats through empty space. “Been there, too.”
Yoongi slowly turns to regard his client, watching as Woosung becomes very interested in wet concrete.
What kind of shit has this guy seen? Surely, he could have had some of the same experiences. The slight droop in his confident shoulders tells enough. But would he understand the exact same situation?
No. At least, Yoongi hopes not. Quite fucking frankly, he hopes no one has had to go through the same shit that he has.
“Let me know if you ever need help,” Woosung offers, shocking Yoongi to the point of speechlessness. As he drops his cigarette to squash it out, he runs a hand through wild dark locks. “We’ll be around again.”
Wait. What? Yoongi can only blink. “Serious?”
“Yeah.” The man looks down the outside corridor, watching as people start heading to their jobs through a central courtyard. “Got a good feeling about this place.”
What does he mean by that. What can Woosung possibly mean by that what does he mean they’ll be back? To the studio? To the city? What’s happening. Yoongi simply lets a pause prevail before offering the only response he’s capable of,
“It’s the food next door, huh.”
That laugh has got to be top five in the world. Not as great as yours, but definitely up there in terms of what makes Yoongi feel like things are alright. Not that he’d ever admit that shit to anyone. Ever.
Mercifully, the conversation moves away from risky topics. Instead, there are talks about a tour one is planning for his band’s album, mixed in with mentions of equipment the other is saving up for. Then the rest isn’t about music at all.
Finally, it’s time for them to continue recording, so they know to head back inside. “Don’t wait,” Woosung advises as he turns on his heel.
And Yoongi can only stare somewhere else.
“If there’s something you need to get through...”
Stare, and stare, and stare some more.
“Hit it until it breaks.”
Because he’s already aware. More than anyone.
As Woosung shuts the back door, Yoongi’s gaze finds the crushed cigarette at his side. Another reminder of how things were.
And a reminder that he’s still a fucking coward.
Hours later, Yoongi’s car awaits him in the lot.
And when he realizes that you still haven’t responded, he shuts his door just a little too hard.
Whenever his friend comes over for drinks, it’s always the same routine.
Both of them don’t talk much, instead opting for a quiet greeting before someone dumps themselves on the couch while the other grabs a bottle and cups in the kitchen. As soon as glasses are filled, conversation sparks as a game plays out on tv—or a sportscasting show if nothing interesting is airing.
But this time? None of it happens that way. Because when Yoongi opens his door, he’s pinned with a shadowed visage he's only seen piercing through others.
And the whole arctic starts to seep into his bloodstream.
Raising a brow and giving space is his chosen course of action. Best to not disturb a beast if they’re already ready to lunge.
And his friend eyes him as he stalks into the house, scanning around in search of something—living room, dining table, even looking into the open doorway of the bedroom.
Fuck. Relax. Don’t assume anything until things are on the table. Yoongi has got to pretend like tonight is normal and fine and that he’s obviously and positively not seeing and sleeping with his friend’s little sister.
And that he most definitely didn’t eat you out where your brother is sitting now motherfucker he needs a drink. Or a smoke. Or both with a plane ticket out of the whole country.
At least the television is already on. If it wasn’t for that ambiance, Yoongi’s head would be jam packed with every goddamn sound known to man. Including the adorable way you talk in your sleep, and how you strain so beautifully when you come fuck, fuck, fuck! Focus.
What’s happened has happened. And what’s going to happen will happen. Whether it’s a consequence of his actions, or nothing to do with any of this at all.
But when faced with everything smushing together at once? Yoongi will probably need to be revived no matter what the outcome. This is the most stressed out he’s been in years.
Not only that, but his stress is more than obvious. Even now in the kitchen, he’s scanning through his bottles with a finger—an action he’s never done while sober since the choices are always predictable. Holy shit, he needs to pull it together.
Has he ever been this panicked? Does he appear just as chaotic and disjointed as he feels? This is too new. This is very new and if he doesn’t regain control there’s no telling where this foreign road leads.
But the silence still remains as he turns. And apparently the road hits a dead end at his dining table. Since it’s occupied rather than the living room sofa.
Sighing, Yoongi ambles to his friend, placing everything down with clinks and ignoring the way his furniture is getting burned through. Both whisky’s are ready. Yoongi’s already holding his. And your brother still hasn’t moved a muscle. Honestly, what the fuck is going on with—
“I went to Jimin’s last night.”
…What.
Don’t react. He’s staring. Don’t fucking react. Take a drink. A sip. Pick up the goddamn glass. Doing so, Yoongi slowly brings the liquid to his lips, not quite following his own instructions as he asks behind a barrier, “How was it.”
His question is met with a laugh that isn’t funny at all. The kind that drags a finger along the chalkboard of your soul. And the next question directed his way pulverizes Yoongi’s denial,
“Care to share what’s been going on?”
He’s sick. Beyond sick. The room is closing in and closing in too fucking fast. Shit shit shit. There’s no way he saw. No fucking way. He parked down the street he deliberately stopped as far away as possible and you saw your brother’s car in your driveway. Did he get there after you left? And didn’t see you while also not hearing from hi—
“Why her, Yoong? Hmm?”
Fuck!
Yoongi can’t feel the air in his lungs. Because there isn’t any. Just a barren wasteland of shriveled futures and cracks in the foundation of every relationship he’s had in his whole life. The millisecond before a crash and only his wheels spinning and spinning and spinning—
Your brother shoots out of the chair, making the glass in Yoongi’s palm feel infinitely more solid.
“I mean, fuck! After all the shit we’ve been through? You’re gonna go back to her?”
All the—shit, he can’t even—back to? Back to you? What does he mean by back to you? Does he know about the first ti—
Volcanic, the man interrogating paces beside the dining table. Back and forth, back and forth. A pause. Back and forth.
And Yoongi still feels frozen in time. Is this it? Is this when things come crashing down? Glass suspends in midair all around him; an orchestra trembles beneath his feet, waiting for the moment to rip into his rib cage with swift strokes and a flourish as he’s taken down.
“Can’t fucking believe you.”
When Yoongi finally chooses to speak, what comes out only feels like a horrible attempt more than anything else, “Listen, it’s my fau—”
“What, you just decided to fuck that bitch again? Couldn’t stay away?”
Oh, fuck that.
Wood scrapes into flooring as Yoongi vacates his chair, hard feet planted as he gets into the face of his best friend, his confidant, his day one. Only to speak so low only them two can hear, “How bout you use your fucking words already and I’ll tell you.”
“Yeah? Is that what you want?” They are only a breath apart. But no one’s going anywhere now. “Need me to spell it out for that fuckass brain of yours—”
“Say it—”
“Stop fucking your ex, dude!”
Yoongi’s back connects with the chair behind him, palms flinging back to brace himself through a jolt of pain. And his eyes go so wide they stretch at the edges.
…Motherfucker, what?
Your brother is not done in the slightest, but Yoongi can only stare as he’s being berated for something that is one-hundred percent news to him, too.
“Everyone was happy when you finally left. All of us. Only for you to go and, what, get back with her?”
Nothing makes sense. This isn’t about you? Yoongi’s heart can’t even reset to start beating again. Everything is coming as shock after shock and there’s no way he can keep up at this pace.
His ex? Her? Where the fuck did that come from and why the hell does he of all people think that’s actually true?
“If you’re gonna be with her, you can count me out.”
No. Never again. That would never, ever happen again. “The fuck are you even saying—”
“I’m not fucking joking, Yoong. If you’re seriously back with her then—”
“Look, I don’t know what the fuck you heard, but I’m not.”
“So everything I heard was a lie?”
“Huh?”
“He told me!”
He—who? Who the fuck would say that? And when how what the fuck and why? Yoongi stares, chest heaving with every inhale and exhale. Because he has a choice to make. Either he trudges into this lie and rubs sludge all over his bones, or he denies it like he wants because it’s not fucking true.
What the actual fuck. It’s already bad enough that someone sent this along the rumor mill. And it’s making him sick thinking about all the implications surrounding it. But it’s even worse that his best friend believes it so easily. He’s coming at him so quick without even asking if it’s true.
The only silver lining—the singular bright spot in this hellhole—is that he can use it as an out. An out to protect you from wrath and further fury from your older sibling because if you were the rumor? He’d be laid flat on his floor next to a broken dining set.
“You gonna say anything or what?”
Truthfully, Yoongi feels queasy knowing what he’s gonna do. But it’s for you. You, you, you. And for that, Yoongi will do anything.
Even if it kills him.
“No, I, umm…”
“No?”
Just hurry up and fucking do it.
Resigned, Yoongi lets the memories flood through. Every moment that’s haunted him from a distance charges forward as he surrenders to the pain of his past. “It’s—” Fuck, he can’t even begin to lie, head thundering, thundering, striking his heart in the rain. “I...”
His friend halts. Tense before his shoulders fall back to normal. “You what.”
What the fuck does Yoongi do? What can he say when his brain is only firing up to beg him to run? Technically, he doesn’t have to say anything. He really doesn’t. But he can deflect. It’s what he’s best at, after all. He’s been doing it to you and he will do it again.
In the most defeated voice he can muster, Yoongi comes up with something that will placate his friend while still prolonging this horrid fib, “You don’t have to worry about that anymore.”
“You sure?”
It’s true. More true than anything. “It’s over now.”
A century passes. Then another. Then another. Every piece of furniture waits in silence as the television seeps back into his ears.
Then his friend sighs, not looking back as he slumps into the same chair that you always occupy. And Yoongi hopes his sigh of conflicted relief isn’t witnessed.
Following suit, he rubs his lower back before taking his regular seat again, not giving any shits about waiting to drink.
His ex?
As his throat warms, Yoongi starts to harden the more memories keep crashing into each other like jagged waves fuck he really hates how she was brought into this he swears as soon as he figures out who said this he is going to—
“Sorry.” Haze shattered, he lifts his gaze. “I’m so fucking stressed and hearing that last night just…”
“It’s done.” Yoongi reaches for the thick bottle, pouring more into his glencairn. Wanting to talk about literally anything else, he diverts the conversation, “But something else is up with you so say it.”
It works. The man inhales deep, rubbing his face with weary hands. When he rests elbows on wood, he finally talks about other things clouding his mind,
“Work is shit,” he groans downward. “They’re having me travel again.”
“Domestic?”
“Yeah. But for longer. And I don’t…” Tapering off, he sits back, slowly playing with his glass. As if he doesn’t want to mention the next problem.
When he finally does, Yoongi wholeheartedly understands the hesitation, “I dunno know what’s going on with my sister.”
Oh. Fuck, how the hell does he respond? Keeping his cool, Yoongi just repeats the question, taking out his phone and pretending to check his screen. “Your sister?”
“Yeah.” A sigh is sandwiched between explanations. “The past few months, I feel like.. They haven’t really been themselves.”
A sudden crack splits him through.
“Not laughing. Not eating as much. Like even when they sound happy, I can tell it’s a front.. I don’t know.”
The clunk of his phone hits the table very hard.
No. No, no, no. Your texts have been so positive. So encouraging. Other than a few sad calls, you’ve been happy to hear from him just as he had been relieved to hear from you. Even in the car, you must’ve put your feelings lightly.
Your wings. You’ve been enduring all that? For him? Yoongi’s heart rears its head, snagging one of his breaths and slamming both lungs into the floor.
And hatred paints his heart another shade darker.
“They finally went out last night, but. Didn’t come back until this morning.” Running rigid hands through his head, the man looks so pained. So helpless. “Same clothes, dude.”
And Yoongi can only stare, feigning nonchalance but raging and tearing himself apart inside. “Mm.”
“I just… I know I suck at this, but. I don’t know what the hell to do. Or if I even do anything.” Your brother finally takes a swig, wincing at how much ethanol coats his tongue.
Relax, relax, relax. As much as he wants to erupt on himself right now, Yoongi has to stay calm.
Not like he doesn’t know how. That’s usually how he operates, anyway. It’s hard to tell he’s struggling unless you look deep enough. And almost no one thinks to do so because his surface is all they want.
But right now? He doesn’t think he can sequester this anger any longer. At him, his past, and his stupid present decisions.
“Like I tried to say something but I just.. I felt like if I push too hard, they’re gonna shut down even more. Ever since that fight with Kook, it’s like..”
Seeing an opening and keeping a neutral stance, Yoongi asks the most ironic question to date, “Are they seeing someone?”
At this, his friend shakes his head, eyes glued to dark amber liquid. When he answers, all the breaths in the world cut at once,
“I think she feels all alone.”
This hit is the strongest. Straight to the gut, breath stuttering and muscles clenching so hard they lock. It’s almost severe enough to affect how Yoongi feels around his eyes.
“And it sucks not knowing what to do.”
Yoongi’s heart lurches, deflating and slipping out of the crack in his chest. Piercing on the jagged edges before slumping down onto a table that continues to judge him.
You’re hurting. Your brother’s hurting. And it’s all his goddamn fault. Why can’t he just break free and admit shit? Why is he still haunted by the phantoms of his past? Why is he still so fucking weak? It’s clear that he hurt you. For months. You’ve been cheering for him that whole time while you’ve been visibly broken and it’s all because of his dumbass decision to—
“I’m heading out again.”
Yoongi raises his eyes. Because he can’t seem to move anything else. “When.”
Your older sibling takes a slower, more measured sip. Looking towards the channel playing in the living room, he answers, “After our game. Dinner Friday, game on Saturday, fly out Sunday.”
“Mm. We’ll still be here,” Yoongi assures, keeping things as normal and neutral as he can. “Just like last time.”
How ironic. How hypocritical. He hasn’t been there for you in the slightest so how the fuck can he say that with a straight face.
“Thanks. I know it’s a lot for y’all but..”
Not at all. Yoongi is more determined than ever to make everything up to you. It’s the least he can do after putting you through something he decided on the fly.
On the run.
“Don’t worry about that,” he vows into his drink. Honestly, if you’ve been having second thoughts about this whole thing, he doesn’t blame you. Absolutely doesn’t blame you if you realize you’re better than this. But Yoongi’s at least gonna apologize in every single way he can. As soon as he possibly can. “We got it.”
“K.” The man finishes his glass and goes to pour more. “Did I ever mention that she liked you?”
Now what— Coughing on whisky is a bitch and a half. Hitting his chest while both eyes squint from burn, Yoongi croaks out his exact thoughts, “What.”
At this, his friend finally breaks into his regular smile. Setting the bottle down with a hollow clunk, he points, “Don’t you fucking get any ideas. Jimin’s already on my shit list.” He scoffs out a laugh. “But it was obvious when we were younger.”
And Yoongi can only cough some more. He shakes his head through the sting, swallowing and trying to compose himself. He doesn’t know where the hell that came from, but he hopes your brother will understand when all is said and done. Even though he’s been the reason you’ve been so…
Yoongi almost fucking confesses.
“You’re a good person,” he blurts instead. Whether the guilt or last cough pushed it out, that’s still on the table. “You don’t suck at what you think you do.”
“You think so?”
“Why wouldn’t I?”
The hell? Does this dude really not see how successful he is? How much he’s overcome and conquered and sacrificed? Truthfully, Yoongi wouldn’t be where he is today if not for your brother. Him. Jimin. You. Anybody. Which is what makes this ongoing betrayal…
Unprecedented.
“You’re the best out of all of us.”
Your brother finally looks at him, though Yoongi isn’t doing the same. But he can still tell when a fist is held out for him to bump, so he does.
And they both share a drink in respectful silence.��
After a moment of them watching the tv, the man finally sighs. “Guess we did shape up pretty nice.” When he’s agreed with, he keeps going with a grin. “We were so fucking bad.”
Yoongi can only chuckle, much better memories fighting off the terrors. “Old me was a little shit.”
“You still are.”
“Says you!”
“I still am, too!”
Laughs precede big swigs of whisky and comfortable quiet. Bit by bit, shoulders start to relax with the surrounding air, and Yoongi lazily releases tension in his neck.
After a few more pours, your brother decides to call it, using the bathroom before announcing that he’s gonna head out. Yoongi gets up from his chair to clasp hands goodbye, not expecting to hear one more plea,
“Break up with her, Yoong.”
Shit. He sighs, and their conversation continues from the dining table to the front door. “It’s not like that.”
“Yeah?”
“It’s over now.”
“For good?” As they stop beside the coat closet, your brother pins him with a look. “I was about to drive over and break down the door.”
Even though Yoongi shares a tsk with him, he can’t help but imagine what could’ve happened if that was the case. And it sends an unwanted jolt of chills.
“Serious. I’m gonna keep saying this, but. she was just making you miserable, dude.” He slips on his shoes, smacking his foot on the ground to push one in place. “I’m sure it was good at first, but I mean… You gotta move on. You deserve better than that.”
Anything would be better than that. Yoongi just disagrees with the whole deserving part. “I guess.”
“You sure it’s over?”
“Yeah,” he assures, because that is something he intends to keep true forever. “It is.”
“Good.” Keys jingling, your sibling then points into the open area with his whole arm, seven words leaving his mouth like ice,
“Then get rid of that fucking guitar.”
Ah. Among all the things. Of course he would bring that up, too. Jaw working, Yoongi looks away, now assaulted by all the torturous thoughts surrounding that painful reminder and fighting them off with no success.
Get rid of it? He’s been trying.
For three. Fucking. Months.
“I might.”
“…K.”
And his best friend departs, leaving Yoongi inside and staring at the same black spot he’s kept in the corner for years. It has mocked him as he struggles. Laughed at him whenever he’s tried to throw it out. And aside from the times he’s made you feel better stinging himself on those strings, he has accomplished nothing except letting it win.
Pissed off and doused in guilt, Yoongi yanks himself away from the door, the instrument, and everything else except for his bed.
Keeping his shadow exactly where it stands.
Yoongi knows he needs to talk to you.
But his phone exists somewhere on the other side of his bedroom door.
And he doesn’t have the strength to go get it.
What time is it?
All that greets him is darkness.
Nothing new, but darkness all the same.
Why was she mentioned? What does that mean?
He needs to call you. He’s lying to his best friend.
Her? You. His sheets still smell like you.
Inhale. Breathe. Inhale.
He needs to call you. But he’s so, so tired.
And the darkness pulls him back under.
Without even telling him the time.
Buzzing.
Faint, gentle buzzing softly lifts Yoongi’s eyelids before a loud series of smacks causes him to rush out of bed what the fuck?
Oh. His phone fell outside. Fucking hell, his heart’s beating way too quick for that to be the only thing that happened.
Head in his hands, Yoongi sighs deep before making his way to the dining table. And it takes all of his strength to bend down to reach for his phone.
Hustler: Missed Calls (6)
Dumbass: 1 Message
Hustler: 3 Messages
Chim: 7 Messages
Chim: Missed Calls (3)
Holy fuck.
With only the light of his phone illuminating the dark, Yoongi rings Jimin up. His heart’s a little disappointed it wasn’t you calling just now, but it’s probably best to stay away while his brain is so scattered and torn.
“Oh, fuck. There you are.”
“Mm.”
“Don’t scare me like that, bro. I was starting to get ready to drive over—”
“It’s fine,” he juts in. “What’s up.”
Alright, maybe he shouldn’t be an asshole. There’s no reason to let his lingering shadow from earlier control his temper now. Jimin’s just being himself, for fuck’s sake.
“I, umm. I wanted to tell you I’m sorry.”
Now that’s not what Yoongi expected at all. “For what?”
There’s another pause on the line, and his reaction is immediate when he knows for a fact Jimin is fighting back tears.
“I… I got so drunk last night, I—And I—”
Shit. A sinking feeling starts to weigh Yoongi down, his center pulling the rest of him in like a black hole. And he doesn’t need to hear the rest of this to know what this call is about.
“He was looking for her, Yoong, and you weren’t there, either. He had this look, I—I couldn’t think of anything else to say in the moment and I told him—”
Jimin can’t even finish his confession. And it hits right in the gut.
Despite his perceived persona, Yoongi doesn’t like hearing people cry. At least, if they don’t deserve to or don’t deserve to be sad—or if they’re you. He could care less about the rest.
But Jimin is one of the only people that can get him like this: eyes stinging at their edges and his chest concave. In the dark, though, no one can tell. No one can see him.
So he can openly swipe at his eyes before dumping tired limbs into a chair, catching his forehead in a damp palm.
“I’m an idiot. I’m sorry.”
Exhaling through his nose, Yoongi tries his best to calm his emotions. Because they are still raging and it’s going to take all of him to quell this tempest.
Jimin knows more than anyone what this means to him. To you. The time you spent apart? If it wasn’t for his friend, Yoongi may have been in a much different position. If this was the only thing Park could do, then his effort has to be acknowledged. It worked like a fucking charm.
But goddamn, Yoongi wishes Jimin thought of literally anything else. He could’ve made up some random, some fling from another city, the damn studio itself.
“Don’t worry about it,” he finally rasps out. “It’s just been a fuckin’ day.”
Jimin sniffles before cursing at himself and, judging by the sounds on the line, Yoongi figures he’s opening his fridge. If he reaches for soju, that would not be surprising in the least, and now that sounds like a good idea.
“Same. Gah, I just… I should’ve warned you. I didn’t know he went over there.”
“He told you?”
“I called him after you didn’t answer earlier.”
“Oh. Yeah, I passed out after he left.”
“Ah.”
Something shuts before there’s a crisp clink on the line, validating exactly what Yoongi was thinking.
“I really am sorry. What did you end up saying?”
“That it’s done.”
A hum.
“That’s very true.”
There’s a question that Yoongi thinks to ask. Context that he needs. But as important as this information is, Yoongi doesn’t feel like talking about it right now. Or ever. But now still counts. So he switches the conversation over to something less daunting, “Practice still on tomorrow?”
When Jimin laughs out of surprise, it gives Yoongi the smallest kick of energy.
“Ah, someone actually ready to go for once?”
“Yeah. The plan is to make this game quick.”
A hearty swallow spills out of the speaker before a hum follows,
“Mm, that reminds me. Got something that might help with that.”
What the hell does that even mean? “Huh?”
“I’ll bring it over tomorrow. You might find some good uses for it.”
Yoongi rubs the grogginess still clinging to his face. “All these years and you’ve never given me a straight answer.”
“Where’s the fun in that?”
“Knowing the answer.”
At least Jimin’s back in a good mood. Or a better state than puffy-eyed and regretful. He doesn’t have to share the pain in this, too. It was an honest mistake.
“You’ll know it when you see it.”
“Annoying.”
“Love you, too!”
Yoongi’s huff billows through his nose, and Jimin’s energy almost brings enough strength for him to clear the table.
Ehh. He’ll leave it alone. He’s been pretty good at that lately, too, no matter how early or late it is in the night. What time even is it? Checking his phone, Yoongi’s brows crease when he figures that out. Why the hell are they even on a call right now? “Wait, is it really three?”
“Huh? Yeah. I’m telling you, dude, I was getting worried.”
He was really about to drive over? “Sorry. I really did just pass out.”
“Mm. Well, I’m gonna go do that now.”
“K. Same time tomorrow?”
“Ah, a little earlier. Just so I can give this to you before everyone else shows.”
That just makes Yoongi infinitely more curious. “Seriously, what did you get?”
“Relax! You will like it.”
“Chim, I swear—”
“You’ll thank me later bye!”
As soon as Jimin disappears from the line, Yoongi is left alone again.
Exactly where he always ends up.
Exactly where he doesn’t want to be.
But now that he’s done dealing with those notifications, Yoongi roams lidded eyes over his screen again.
Wait. You called him six times? Fuck. What did you text? Were you wondering where he was, too?
Hustler [20:01]: HOLY FUCK!! my phone died after i tried calling you this morning and i just fully woke up to charge it😭 he’s not home so call whenever
Yoongi clutches his phone a little tighter.
He very much would’ve rather been in your bed with you all day.
That sounds like fucking bliss.
Hustler [23:37]: tried calling but he’s home now. are you ok?? idk what’s going on with him but i think we need to be careful
Shit, Yoongi didn’t get to tell you. You’ve probably been worried about that every second you’ve been awake today.
And he couldn’t even make it out of his goddamn room to help.
All he comes with is worries for you. What kind of shit is this? What is he even doing? He even outright told you that you were dating only for that to be ripped from your hands for months. Why are you still giving someone like him a chance?
Hustler [23:40]: but all i wanna do is see you
Fucking hell.
Nothing in the world can stop his heartbeat quite like you can. With that smile, or those eyes, or the simple shit like this. Not even lightning can strike him the same way.
Despite the consistency Yoongi has with admitting his own shortcomings, and despite the way he keeps reminding himself he doesn’t deserve you…
All he wants to do is see you, too.
You’ve been more than he ever would’ve imagined—your consideration, your intellect, your mind. And there have been times when you’d look at him as if he was the center of your galaxy.
After all this time. All these days and nights.
You still don’t realize that he was destined to orbit you.
It’s been decided long before his mind was made up—at least, the part of him that doesn’t traverse the dark side. His heart had been tugging him to you ever since that rainy day, no matter where he’s drifted or which direction he’s gone in. All of them lead back into your arms.
But just like the feeling he gets walking into the recording booth, imposter syndrome eats him alive and doubt scavenges on what’s left.
He will never be good enough for you. One of these days, you will realize that you don’t have to settle for him. It’s good now, but you’ll only give him so many chances, which he is swiftly running through at breakneck speeds.
How fucking stupid. Having these thoughts while wanting nothing more than to hear your voice.
Just like everyone else, you’ll eventually be done passing through. His winter will return after your inevitable departure, all the warmth you give focused on something else that deserves it more.
Something that isn’t broken.
Yoongi whips his head up at the sound of buzzing, noticing thin lines of light beneath his phone on the table.
What. No way.
From the rapid beats inside his chest, he shoots his hopes right into the dark.
And they burst into beautiful sparks when he reads his screen.
Hustler: Incoming Call
But just like the streaks of color he witnessed with you on that balcony, his brightness is short lived. Because as soon as Yoongi answers, the way your throat constricts scorches his windpipe through.
And the first thing you attempt to get through makes his eyes shut tight.
“Are we… is this over?”
Fuck.
“I get it, if we are. If you—if you don’t wanna do this with me anymore.”
Fuck. Fuck everything this is not happening right now. “Hold up,” Yoongi breathes, body on full alert. “What’s going on?”
“I thought… When you weren’t picking up, I—”
“Breathe, babe,” Yoongi softens, hating, hating, hating himself all over again. “I passed out before you called. That’s it.”
“Oh. Shit, I really thought—”
“You would know,” he whooshes, syllables squeezed out by the mountain of regret on his back. After hearing what he put you through? Hearing how you sound now? There’s no way he can do that shit again. No more disappearing from the grid because he can’t fight himself. “You would know if I was done.”
Your sniffle sinks the ship with his heart inside.
“Are you? With me?”
Yoongi folds, fingers digging through his hair and blocking it in hard chunks. The amount of things he wants to say to you could wrap the whole world before repeating. But he settles with a truth he can say out loud,
“No way in hell, doll.”
Please. Don’t cry. Because he can only handle feeling his eyes sting so much in one night. There’s only so much he can take before he’s grabbing his keys and speeding over—friends and brothers be damned.
“Okay… I’m just. It’s been a day.”
That’s okay.
Because he’s had a day, too.
“I don’t wanna bother you with it, though, it’s so late.”
Please keep going.
Please don’t leave him alone.
“Talk to me.”
Like a gentle stream, your recap—though not ideal—washes away the weariness from Yoongi’s eyes. Lifts the weight he bears on his shoulders, even if just a little bit.
You’re so good at that.
“Well. Umm. He saw me coming home this morning. And, umm. It was weird. I don’t know why but I think we have to be really careful. And ugh, it—. It sucks because he’s going on a trip soon and I don’t wanna stress him out even more but I—”
Shit, you’ve probably been holding all of this in ever since you got up. You don’t know that your brother believes something entirely different. But of course you’d be considerate, even now. That’s just who you are.
“I, umm. I feel so fucking bad about it but I don’t wanna mess him up right now. Or maybe he knows but just won’t say it? Fuck, sorry, I’m trying not—to—”
The phone goes mute, and Yoongi’s head suddenly weighs ten times heavier.
“He doesn’t know, babe,” he soothes, hating how he can’t be there to comfort you with more than his word and waves in the sky.
If he was stronger, things could be different by now. Vastly different. Vastly better. You would cry less, he knows that for damn sure. Weak, weak, weak. That’s all he fucking is.
The only one he seems to be strong for is you. “He came over earlier.”
“Fuck, really?”
“Yeah.”
You pause, seemingly to roll this information around that beautiful mouth of yours, and Yoongi has the strongest yearning to kiss all your worries right out of it.
“What did he say?”
Shit. You’ll just have to forgive him later. Because Yoongi chooses not to tell the whole truth. You don’t need to bear the same worries as him, anyway. They aren’t yours. He will shoulder all of those on his own. Because he’s the reason for them in the first place. “Nothing about us.”
“Oh, thank fuck.”
Good. Your relief is all that matters. But Yoongi still feels bad for not being able to pick himself up. You could’ve known that a lot sooner if he was stronger. If he was better. “So don’t worry, doll.”
“Okay. What about you? Are you okay?”
Huh? Your questions catch him completely off-guard. It’s almost comical how his first reaction goes straight to a No. But sticking to his earlier stances, he won’t bother you with any of that. There is a truth that he can admit. One that’s always true and will continue to be so. “Just wanna see you.”
And this is when his eyes slowly shut. Don’t. Don’t cry.
“Me, too, baby.”
Hearing that? Chipped and broken from your lips? That is another thing Yoongi can’t handle. His heart beats once before it free falls, and he clutches his phone just a little tighter.
Fuck everything. He’s gonna find a way to do this. All of it.
“I’ll figure it out.”
“You will?”
He’ll figure out how to move mountains to make it up to both you and your brother.
“Just a little longer.”
He has to.
“Okay.”
Neither of you deserve this. And he doesn’t deserve either of you. Truly, the only thing he deserves is to be alone. And judging by the way things are going, it’s only a matter of time before you start resenting this behavior and leave, too.
“Thank you.”
What? Something in Yoongi flickers, and he lifts his whole head to eye his screen.
“For putting up with me.”
Oh. Of course you’d assume you’re the issue. Seems like you need the same type of assurance that he does. Both of you the same? Who would’ve thought his bruised soul would sync up with a perfect one like yours.
At this, he holds his breath before chuckling soft. “This has been the highlight of my day, doll,” he admits, finally breaking into a tiny smile and sitting back.
“Really?”
Wait. There was another good part of his day. But he wants to save that for when he can tell you in person. “One of them. But you’ll hear about the other one later.”
“Boo.”
Cute. Wait, isn’t it absurdly late? You have to be up for work in mere hours. It’s a miracle you reached out when you did. “Don’t you have to be up soon?”
“A ha… Yeah.”
“What are you still talking to me for?”
“I miss you.”
Well. That’s not something that he expected. And your admittance being so immediate actually sends shivers down his arms.
Yoongi can only laugh to himself. He knew he had it bad, but this feeling is something else. “Don’t do that.”
“Don’t do what? Miss you? Yeah, right.”
God. You’re getting too fucking good at this. He’s gotta fight back or else his throne will be taken before he even sees you again. “Just a bad night to say it, doll.”
“Why?”
Perfect. “Cus I’m willing to get in the car.”
“Fuck.”
Yoongi happily lets his mouth slant when you groan, chuckling into the receiver and getting up to clear the table. When he flicks on the kitchen light, he doubles down, “Wanna try again?”
He knows you’re gonna say no. Even though your brother doesn’t know, it’s definitely not a proper time to sneak you out—as much as he fucking wants to. Fuck, to be the one sneaking you out of your house… Maybe there’s another version of you both out there that’s done it. A version of him watching a version of you creeping out to his car, face shining in nightfall and etching a permanent smile into his heart.
“I hate you.”
Yoongi should’ve expected that. The sudden laugh that flings out into his liquor cabinet ricochets off multiple bottles, and he shuts it while sporting a wide grin. “That’s better.”
“Ha ha.”
You’re smiling, too. Cute ass. Just the fact that he knows makes him excited for the future, and he’s determined to make it count. Make it worth it. You deserve every goddamn apology he can give. “I miss you, too, babe,” he whispers, grabbing the glasses from the table to wash in his sink.
“Nu uh! You hate me, too.”
Wait. Did you…
Did you just pout?
Hell no, that’s outright cheating. That’s when Yoongi will never be able to win. Putting the phone down, he promptly states his new plan into a basin, “Nah, I’m going to sleep.”
“Wait, huh? Why!”
“Nothing.”
“I swear to god—”
“Nothing at all,” Yoongi lies, voice straight as he can muster while hot water runs over his hands. It’s a good kind of sting as his chilled skin adjusts, and he cleans one glass before he hears you ask in his ear,
“Getting ready for bed? Or are you in the kitchen?”
The smallest smile graces his face. “Guess.”
“Kitchen.”
The hell? “How’d you know?”
“You’re always in there.”
Can’t deny that. The glasses are both set to dry in the dishwasher as Yoongi’s amusement dies down, and his next comment flows out before he can think much of it, “You like to keep me in here.”
“It does seem to be where we end up, huh?”
“It does.” Which is fine by him. He’ll never forget all the times you’ve been in here. Your laughter and your storms, he will remember them all.
“The world said let them cook.”
Your giggles will be the fucking end of him one day. Fuck, he can’t wait to see you. He may even find a way to see you before the game.
But for now, Yoongi will figure out how to talk to you, every day, no matter what. Texts, calls, whatever the fuck. The effort has got to show from now on. No more of this dark headspace shit. He needs to try harder and figure it out faster. For you.
“Go to sleep, doll,” he huffs with full cheeks.
After another adorable batch of sounds, you rustle on the line before sighing,
“You better sleep, too.”
“I will.”
With a blink, Yoongi notices two things. One, he just cleared his table and cleaned up without even thinking. And two, despite feeling like absolute shit the entire day and dreading the coming of night, falling asleep won’t be an issue.
Because of you. It’s always you.
Maybe there’s a way out. Maybe he can finally face it all and come out on the other side. “Talk to you tomorrow, babe.”
“I’d like that. And you’re sure he doesn’t know?”
Just like that, the demons are knocking again. Closing his eyes, Yoongi murmurs into the receiver, “I’m sure.”
There will come a time when he will tell you. But that will be way in the future, when he is ready. For now, you’ll just have to trust that he’s telling the truth. Not the whole truth, but enough for it to calm your nerves.
“Okay. Good night, baby.”
One more heartbeat to get him through the night.
“Night, doll.”
When the phone cuts, Yoongi’s hand falls, his stare shifting straight to the living room.
Right towards the corner that stares back.
It’s been five days.
But it feels like you’ve aged twenty-eight years.
Ever since your brother confronted you—after your much needed reunion with his best friend—you’ve been floating through time. Lost. Confused. Wondering why that conversation went the way it did and gnawing at your sanity bit by bit.
And even though Yoongi explicitly told you he didn’t say anything concerning your relationship, you still haven’t shaken that feeling. No matter where you are, who you’re with, or on a pretty Friday like this one, you feel… Strange.
When you saw your brother waiting, you for sure thought you were gonna get grilled. It was a given you were gonna break as soon as he started asking deeper and more specific questions. The fallout was gonna happen in your own house right at your door.
…So what in the fuck was that?
You shift your legs, the chill of the office failing to comfort you in your manufactured, building distress.
Somehow, that version of the conversation proved much, much worse. Because now you’re spiraling trying to figure out why he just took your lie as the truth. Truthfully, you feel nauseous. And as much as you need to get some semblance of closure, you still feel hesitant. Because if he’s just biding time? He’s not just thinking about what to do with you.
He’s thinking about what to do with Yoongi, too.
This is so hard.
The only thing—the only thing—keeping you grounded. Is Yoongi himself.
Ever since the call you never thought he’d answer, you’ve been contacted every night. What was once days of radio silence quickly shifted to him reaching out however he could, hours of the day be damned. Just last night, in fact, Yoongi sent you texts at four in the morning, and you beam just thinking about what he said so casually.
Yoongi [3:57am]: That keyboard I told you about is fucking dope. Just got it today and it won’t let me sleep lmaooo
Yoongi [3:58am]: I was gonna say sorry for texting but fuck it you’re getting all the updates :)
No matter what it is, be it a text, call, or video chat, Yoongi seems fully committed and in the moment. Present. And it’s been… Really nice. If you didn’t have your brother’s shadow hovering over your brain, life would be practically perfect.
Forcing yourself to actually work, you manage to get some small things done. Even the meeting you attend goes smoothly and you leave any outside worries on the other side of those glass walls.
So when you get back to your desk, an awaiting paper bag makes you pause. And your whole body prepares to weep.
Only one person has ever sent you food while you’re at work. And staring inside the parcel, you would’ve been able to tell who it was from even if said person had never sent any before.
There’s a small note on top of a to-go container—one that you immediately recognize as that super good restaurant next to Jungkook’s studio.
What the hell? How did Yoongi know you wanted some this whole week but didn’t wanna risk being so close? With careful fingers, you pluck the tiny paper from the bag, opening it with care before your eyes get so teary eyed you can’t even read.
Tonight.
This man.
I got the next one.
This wonderful, charming man.
But you’re getting what I need so here’s the list:
Goddamn it, Min Yoongi.
Seeing an actual list of food squeezes a laugh through your throat in a squeak, tears rushing out of your ducts before they’re hastily swiped.
After five days. Yoongi really just sent you on a grocery run to surprise you with another meetup.
The gesture is so him that you cannot help but shake your head, ruefully huffing to no one and pocketing the note in your bag. And all your worries scatter even further.
A dinner before the big game is risky, for sure, but at this point you couldn’t care less. Your brother has his own work outing tonight, anyway, and you are dead set on breaking all of this to him soon.
Even though you are very much unprepared. And he is going to lose his fucking mind if he doesn’t know already. Fuck.
You’ve had all five days to think it over. All the possible combinations and possibilities and outcomes. Some of them are extreme, some of them are hopeful. But for a majority of these projections, you have a feeling that none of you are gonna leave it without wounds.
And you don’t know how you’re gonna save both of them if theirs are cut too deep.
Regardless, that’s in the future. Not now. Right now, you are staying in the present and working like molasses until you can jet out the door, nary a care nor concern weighing on your heels.
Tonight. He’s gonna cook for you?
You’ll have the first substantial meal you’ve had in months.
Even though you want nothing more than to see Yoongi, your nerves are still buzzing and bumping into each other nonstop. There’s a lot you still need to know. Like why he was radio silent for months, and why your brother has been a little weird this whole week.
Save it for later. Hopefully Yoongi will tell you why eventually. Or that gap will stay elusive to your brain forever.
Sliding into your car, you dump your bag in the passenger seat before pulling out the list, clutching it close and taking a leap that could either calm your nerves or spike them.
Yoongi: Outgoing Call
When he picks up, you legitimately don’t answer. Because even after all this time, you still can’t quite function when you hear that deep voice addressing you directly.
“Hey.”
All you have to do is say something. Anything. You could rattle off the damn list, stumbling over all the syllables just like they’re currently smushed together in your fingers.
But you don’t snap out of this trance until he speaks again.
“Hello?”
“Hi,” you squeak out, clearing your throat while watching other people walk to their cars. “Hi, sorry. I just umm.”
You just what? Somehow lost all sense of language just from him saying hi? Get it together. Stop that racket in your stomach and say what you were gonna say. “Thank you for the food. I’m off work now so I’m heading to the store.”
He simply huffs a quiet laugh.
“Get whatever you want, too. Just let me know how much it is.”
Huh. Did Yoongi just say all those words in that order? If you heard him right, forget the damn food. You’re close to speeding directly to his place and breaking down the motherfucking door. “Oh, I definitely will,” you respond with instead of hauling ass, the words pushing through your lingering smile. “And don’t worry about that, I got it.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah! I got big girl money now.”
Yoongi laughs again on the line, fuller and closer this time. Are you on speaker?
“It’s like that? Maybe I should work there, too.”
“Oh, you’d hate it,” you giggle, scheming hard in your head for tonight already. Pretty bubbles in your ribs lift all your spirits. “I’m actually pretty bossy here.”
The groan that seeps through your car should be illegal.
“That is literally what I’ve been wanting to see.”
It’s your turn to chuckle as you finally make your way out of the parking lot, heading right to the market that you know for a fact has all of what he’s asking for. “I’m only that way at work, though.”
“Do better.”
Your immediate response makes his laugh crunchy in the speakers, and you go along with him because life is good. Life is fucking great right now. “Never mind, you’re paying. And I’m getting stuff for dessert now, too.”
“What? Who said anything about dessert?”
“Me,” you huff out in pride. Since he wants to see that demanding side come out so bad. With a fleeting thought, you think about what it could be like if you end up confident enough to—
“I’m starting to regret this.”
“Regret what?”
“Everything.”
Liar! Your cheeks hurt as you look both ways before making a turn. “Can’t fool me. You’re excited.”
“I am.”
The way there was no hesitation sends shivers up your spine. But it’s partly because you thought you’d be faced with another joke or dig. Not a sudden one-eighty. Stopping at a light, you clear your throat before shyness puffs right out of it. “Well, good,” you state while checking your mirrors. “Cus I am, too.”
“That’s a given, though.”
“Excuse you.”
Yoongi laughs before you hear the sound of cabinets, and you wonder which ones he could be touching.
“Mm, babe. One more thing.”
Can he stop making your heart beat two times at once? “Hmm?”
There’s a little bit of pause, followed by the clank of a pan on metal. When you hear another hum, you wonder what he could possibly—
“I think we’re out of condoms.”
Who is out of what. If you weren’t still at a red, your foot would’ve slammed on the gas because what the fuck! All you can manage out are sounds without substance, random syllables, gibberish. Nothing is computing in your head.
“Wait. Or are we?”
Okay, Yoongi needs to stop with that two-letter word before your behavior turns downright criminal. With as much seriousness as you can manage, you accuse, “Are you just fucking with me?”
And his response launches you forward just as the light turns green,
“Yeah. That’s why we’re out of—”
“Alright!” you cut in, stopping stopping stopping him because for whatever reason, this conversation is too much. Despite seeing this very man naked in many, many ways, just having this talk with him is making you shier than ever before. “Guess I’ll, umm. Get those, too.”
“Nah, you don’t have to.”
“Oh. Found some?”
“No.”
Wait. If he didn’t find some why is he telling you that you don’t have to— “Oh,” you peep in realization. A very sudden, jaw dropping realization. “Goddamn it, you’re too distracting now, bye.”
And he finally breaks with laughter that’s contagious as hell. Which isn’t fair when you’re pretending to be upset with him. Even when you can’t see Yoongi, you can imagine the way his cheeks rise and his eyes crease. The way the whole room illuminates when he’s packed with happiness.
And you want that to be the case forever.
“You’re just lucky I’m not there with you.”
“Yeah, you’d be annoying as hell.”
“Damn!”
As the market comes into view, your teeth shine as you grin, roasting this man quickly becoming one of your favorite pastimes.
“To be fair,” you start to amend, fingers drumming on the wheel as you decide whether or not to say what you want. After deciding that there’s no wrong answer here, you softly admit, “I really do wanna get groceries with you.”
There’s no words that come out in response. Only the slight movements of shuffling and water running and what could be more cabinets closing. But you don’t really know for sure—
“It’s gonna happen, doll.”
You clutch the wheel.
“Cus I want that, too.”
One of these days you’re gonna see this damn cat again.
Foot connecting with Yoongi’s door, you grunt as multiple bags burden your limbs, pride digging divots along your arms—second trips be damned.
It doesn’t take long for him to let you in anyway, and you swoon at the way he doesn’t even ask while taking some of your baggage. But the kiss on your cheek makes your heart bang into everything between the front door and the kitchen. It’s so distracting that you barely smell the spices greeting you, too.
“Thanks for getting all this,” Yoongi says as you both cross onto tile.
“Of course.” Lifting the much lighter load that you have, you revel in the small thumps and thuds on his counter. Not really knowing why. “Let’s put this up before I yell at you.”
His laugh comes out in hisses while you both start reaching into bags. “For what!”
“Sent me everywhere to find some of this shit.”
“You could’ve asked somebody.”
Feeling a bit silly and high off his presence already, you repeat his words in a goofy mocking tone, and the way he blows out air sends your belly fluttering.
And just like that, things are back to normal again. No worries about your sibling, or work, or anything else looming by the door. Inside is what matters, and the whole apartment fills with jabs and jokes as groceries find their homes.
But Yoongi finds a bag you had separated from the rest, and you snap your mouth shut when he looks inside, something rising in your core when he turns to you with an eyebrow raised. And a smirk so salacious it makes you quiver.
“What about it,” you squeak out, crumbling when he simply takes the bag and flings it through his bedroom door. “You said you—we were out, so…”
“That’s a big box, doll,” he points out on his way to your tightly bitten lip. Mouth slicing through your sanity, he approaches you with a glint in his eyes. “Got something you wanna say?”
“Nope,” you whoosh out oh god he looks way too hot in those sweats wait is that a growing bulge? “Although I will say it took me forever to pick out what—”
Sparks ignite your hands when your lips are claimed, launching them into his shirt and tugging him backward because you’ve been waiting way too long to kiss the shit out of him.
And Yoongi responds in kind, pinning you to his fridge and so, very obvious that he’s been waiting for this, too.
Heaven probably wonders how to replicate this feeling. How to imitate this treasured yearning that only he can pull from the depths of your ocean. Deep, deeper, deepest. All these kisses. Your ascending affection.
“As much as I wanna throw you on my bed,” Yoongi jokes, pulling away and giving your cheek a light tap. “I’m taking you somewhere.”
And you’re so thrown from the impact that your brain mini-resets. “Huh? We’re leaving?”
“Uh huh.”
Hold on. Wait. Is this what he meant when he said he’s getting the next one? You’re going out to eat? Together? No. No, there’s no way. Yoongi knows that’s the worst possible thing to do right now, as much as the idea is sending your belly in a frenzy. “Are you sure? What about dinner? Won’t people… You know.”
“It’s ready already,” he reveals. “By the door.”
Your head snaps to where he points out, even though you can’t see through the bar. “Really?” No wonder it smells like a cooking aftermath. All those smells twirling around your head. How did you not even catch the dishes in the sink?
But hold up, you just bought a shit ton of food! “Then what the hell was the run for?”
Yoongi blinks. Then he does it again. Expression stone still, he responds as if you were privy to his plans this entire time, “I told you to get what I needed.”
Your turn to blink.
“And I needed food.”
This man is going to be the death of you. Affronted, your jaw hangs before you grit through a smile that betrays you, “Oh, you—”
“So thanks,” he quips through another tilt of his lips. “Let’s go, doll.”
The begrudged sound that leaves you makes him kick his head back on the way out the kitchen.
“Eat.”
The container on your thighs warms you through. “Now?”
“Mm.”
“I can wait,” you assure, watching as night paints the surrounding scenery in navy and black. “We can eat together.”
“Just a bite then.”
Turning to Yoongi, you don’t see a change in his face as he eyes the road. The veins in his arm catch all the streetlight, and you gulp before your gaze falls to what he made. Music fills the car, and you decide that maybe you do feel a little hungry. So you listen to instruction, popping it open and being careful as you pluck a piece to try.
There’s no denying it. This motherfucker is a chef. “Fuck, this is good.”
Your borderline moan sends Yoongi’s shoulders bobbing, and you will never get over those low, gravelly laughs. “Sorry.” Your hand hovers over your mouth in embarrassment. “I don’t react like that unless I’m alone.”
“I don’t mind.”
“Yeah, well,” you swallow. “Course you don’t.”
A tiny peek of teeth show as Yoongi smiles, and you don’t expect what he offers next, “Just be you, doll. It’s just me.”
The next bite of food pauses on the way to your mouth. “Oh,” you murmur. “Same for you then.”
“Nah.”
“Why not?”
“Cus we wouldn’t make it to where we’re going.”
That was legitimately the worst time to put food in your mouth. Sputtering, your words come out low and chortled, “You fucker.”
His hisses are brief before he dips into silence again. As he slowly turns the wheel, you can see a glimpse of something deep in his eyes. “I’m sorry,” he suddenly apologizes, swallowing as you keep your gaze.
What is that look? Weren’t you both just having a good time? “For what, baby?”
“Everything.”
Your lungs flinch. This is definitely not what you expected to hear on the way to wherever the hell you’re going. “Oh.”
Yoongi still doesn’t look your way, and with each pass of a light over his face, you catch quick snapshots of those eyes you’re still so shy of. “I, umm. I didn’t expect shit to pan out this way.”
“It’s okay,” you whisper.
After a slow motion of disagreement, his head falls forward just a bit. And your eyes find his hand clutching the gear shift in what you sadly think is frustration. “I’ve just thought about some things,” he starts, another song playing. “How worried you must’ve been.”
You look forward. Because this is the part where you can’t face him. “I was. But not for the same reason as last time.” Without a hesitation of your own, your palm reaches between your seats. And you can tell Yoongi watches as you take his hand to hold.
“I was worried about you,” you correct with softness. “It was hard because I didn’t know what to do.” Don’t fucking cry. You filled quite a few buckets already. “When you started not really saying much, I just… Hoped it was for a good reason, so. Yeah.”
You feel your hand gently pulled, which is already enough to make you melt. But when it’s kissed, you don’t know what the hell to fucking do.
“I’m sorry, doll,” Yoongi whispers into your skin, lips brushing with every syllable and painting a canvas of his reconcile. “I won’t leave you hanging like that again.”
There’s a tiny fire in the back of your throat, the embers reaching your eyes just a little too aggressively. You attempt to squash the growing flames before they flare. “Oh. Umm. Thank you.” What else do you say? Yoongi’s being wonderful, but why do you feel… sad? Why is there lingering snow on your windowsill? “Were you worried?”
“Me? Umm.” He stops at a light that he clearly didn’t want to stop at. Resting your conjoined hands on his pliant thigh, his jaw works as he observes them.
And you wonder if he thinks they slot together perfectly, too.
“…Yeah.”
Fuck. “About what?”
“That you’d hate me.”
Your heart meshes his fingers with yours. “Yoongi.”
“Or that you shouldn’t be with someone that’s gone this much.”
Fuck, he’s doing it again. Regressing. You’ve seen it happen in his kitchen and you’ll be damned if all that work, all that peeling, all that resolution amounted to nothing wait, wait, stop. This isn’t gonna be an overnight fix. And you have no clue what’s been happening, so just keep trying, trying, trying.
“I’m used to people leaving,” you joke, but not really. “Like seasons.”
He whips his head to you, and you backpedal because that probably sounded so random. You’ve got to think about filtering your thoughts a little more now that you’re getting comfortable. Yoongi says you can be yourself, sure, but you have to admit your quirks are a little out there. “I know it’s weird, but..”
He’s quiet as the light turns green. And when you don’t finish, he admits, “I think the same.”
“You do?”
Your hand is brushed as a hum peppers it from above. “Mmhmm.”
“Well.” That’s interesting. You didn’t know anyone thought about that stuff like you did. Now you wonder if there’s anywhere else your wavelengths sync, and if they’ve been syncing up all this time. “At least you come back.”
Yoongi squeezes your hand tight before he holds it against his lips. Again. Fuck, this is a lot. You’re so wrapped up in his gesture that you don’t catch what he whispers.
“Hmm?”
He glances at the center console before putting your hand back on his thigh.
“Always, doll.”
And the fire you stepped on rages back with a vengeance. Heat and sting surrounds your eyes, and you don’t hide how you press your feelings into his skin. “Me, too.”
If you weren’t lost in the surrounding scenery outside, you would have caught Yoongi’s look. But all you feel is his hand clutching you tight, and it breaks you down all the same.
The rest of the drive is spent with him telling you to eat more, and a bunch of your sing-alongs to almost every song that comes on. It seems like the tiny bit of closure opened you both up, and you don’t even realize that you’ve been on the road for a really long time.
But finally, Yoongi pulls up to a building, and you’re haphazardly rapping along to a song before you notice. Wait. What? He drove you to a rec center?
Your fingers curl around his forearm before you even notice. “What’s this?”
“Where we’re going.”
Hold on, you’re going inside? “Are we even allowed to be here?”
When Yoongi responds, his teeth make you shiver as he smirks. “Can’t say for sure, no.”
“Then why—”
He unlocks before you can finish, and you’re left in an empty car until he rounds the hood, coming over to your side and opening the door. You almost don’t hear what he says next, too focused on the jewelry swinging from his neck as he bends forward.
But you catch it, and glance once more at the sight in front of you before biting your lip—in nervousness or excitement, you can’t decide.
“You comin’?”
Damn. Obviously, you want nothing more than to see him here. And it’s much too late for anyone to be around. But if something happens… Whatever.
Your mouth finally unsticks. “If we get caught, you’re gonna pay for this.”
And you can’t resist his stupid grin. “Now get your pretty ass out before I put you in the back.”
“Yoongi!”
Grinning, he leads you out, and you follow him to the trunk. After bouncing his stowed ball a couple times, he decides to lean in and reach for something else.
Wait. Is that what you think it is? “Did you always have that in there?” you ask, pointing to the contraption that Yoongi’s using to air up his basketball.
And he does a horrible job at suppressing a smile. Which makes you burst into flutters and beats beats beats. “You liar!” Oh, you are gonna wipe those laughs from his throat. “I had to change up my plans because of you!”
Palming the ball, Yoongi tilts his head dangerously to one side. “And I got to see you,” he proudly claims. “So I’ll take it.”
You hate how the memories come packaged with what’s haunted you. What else happened during that time, and what happened after you left. But there’s no way you’re gonna bring that up. Not when the night has transformed into something so magical.
So you just clutch your food and lean on his car, opting to compliment him to wipe the murk away. “Got to see you, too,” you puff into the brisk night. Because you harbor a bit of nostalgia in your bones. And because he still makes you shy. “You and your stupid hair.”
Another bout of hisses wisp into your side. As you turn to regard Yoongi again, he slips his chains into his hoodie before continuing, and you swoon at the veins popping out of his skin with each pump.
How can he look so perfect doing the simplest things? So unfair.
After seconds that feel like an hour, Yoongi’s done. And he scans the parking lot before telling you to follow him.
What you expect is some outdoor courts. Maybe getting past a gate or two. So when you approach a back door lit by the shine of a single light, you freeze. “Are we really going in?”
Fishing something out of his pocket, Yoongi simply turns over his shoulder. “Yeah. Why not?”
“Oh.” You didn’t think you’d actually get inside the building. If there was an outside court just as accessible it would’ve made sense. Can you even bring food in here? Is that question even relevant? “No reason.”
“So I shouldn’t bust in?”
Huh. “What?”
“I’ve already done it a few times, so.”
“Wait!” Nerves throw your hand on his bicep before you can stop. “What if someone sees us?”
He’s so warm. And so toned. And if he plans on taking his hoodie off? You’re not prepared for whatever the hell he has underneath.
Voice softened, Yoongi tries to placate your paranoia, “They won’t, doll.”
“Are you sure? If we get caught here they’re gonna call the police and I am definitely not… Gonna…”
The object in his hand jangles, and you clearly see he was just joking the whole time because keys—keys—stare you in the face.
What is it with him and keys?
When Yoongi speaks, you feel like you’ve never done anything bad in your life, and suddenly the thought of trespassing with an official way in is so scandalous,
“You picked the wrong night to be a good girl.”
You have to admit. Seeing him so mischievous and dashing makes you wanna follow him wherever the hell he goes. Even if it gets you in trouble. Even if you were breaking in tonight, you would be all in. And that thought should frighten you, but it only does because of the wings tickling your rib cage.
How can he make you feel rebellious and yet still so shy? The power of Min Yoongi. He’s way too good at destroying you.
When you glare, the man only grins, hisses of laughter leaving him way too happily before he unlocks the door to no alarms or sirens. He doesn’t need to throw a wink your way, too, but of course he does as he lets you in. Which causes you to float through the dark entryway instead of walk oh he did not just slap your ass!
A jolt in your cunt causes you to regard him in shock. To which he hums in a feigned question. “Hmm?”
With nothing but darkness and his cologne surrounding you, it’s only natural that giddiness takes hold. Truthfully, you’re packed with so much adrenaline that you feel a little wild yourself. “You’ve been waiting to do that, huh.”
“So fucking long.”
You are not surviving the night. And you don’t give a single shit.
But as shy and out of control as you feel around this man, you also feel safe—even in a faraway, dark building that you’ve never been in before. That’s gotta say something about him, right?
Yoongi feels along the wall beside you for lights, purposefully bumping your chest with his front even though he’s securing a ball with an arm. When you question his joking decision with noises, a chaste kiss on your lips shuts you right up.
“You’re in the way,” he jokes through what you think is a smile, and you’re about to move when he flicks on a switch very far away from your shoulder.
Liar! Your jaw drop must be comical because Yoongi’s grin stretches astronomically wide. But you cannot find a retort because seeing him so chill while you’re stiff from paranoia has you at a loss.
Is this how he used to be all the time? This carefree, all caution to the wind? He’s so fucking handsome like this. No wonder he’s pulled so many hearts just like yours.
When you still don’t find any words to say, Yoongi makes it harder, stepping so close that you have to swing the plastic container away. Taking one of your hands in his free one, he gives it a warm squeeze while murmuring,
“You’re so cute.”
“How,” you ask just as softly.
And Yoongi responds with lights in his eyes. “Just are.”
Your lips mesh with his as he keeps your fingers secured, and suddenly every cautious thing in your body gets launched into the skies, too.
But it ends as soon as it begins. And Yoongi backs away from you with a smile,
“Eat.”
“Huh?”
“Eat, doll,” he orders before turning and dribbling onto the court.
When you call out that he hasn’t eaten yet, Yoongi tells you that he already did. When you look around to figure out where to even sit, you decide on the closest set of bleachers and make yourself as comfortable as you can.
Which is impossible. Because they’re bleachers. Which is now triple impossible. Because Yoongi just shucked off his hoodie and the only thing he had under it was his chains goddamn it.
If you weren’t already sitting down you would’ve fallen right into the next dimension. How the fuck are you supposed to eat in these conditions shit he’s walking over!
Your throat seizes as Yoongi approaches, face trained as if he isn’t aware of his overwhelming presence. All he does is bend to place his sweater next to your legs. But the quick smooch on your lips makes you swoon harder than you ever have.
And the way his silver taps your chest makes you mentally hold on for dear life. Wait. What the fuck, Yoongi’s taking them off right now? Right in front of you? Just as you're supposed to eat oh okay he’s handing them to you great wonderful fantastic.
The metal links feel so warm yet slightly cold to the touch. Weighty, yet light. But you clutch them in your hand as you connect a gaze to his.
“Relax,” he orders, lightly slapping the side of your thigh. “No need to worry.”
And with bangs swishing, he goes right back to the ball waiting for him. Leaving you starry-eyed to hell with silver in your palm.
…Did all of that just happen? Is any of this even real? Quite frankly, you fucking forgot what you were even worried about.
No matter what he does—simple lay-ups standing in place, dribbling to different spots to shoot, or even lazily jogging after the ball—you’re so enthralled with his actions that you forget that you’re not supposed to be here.
And it takes your last bite of food for something to finally hit you. How does Yoongi have keys to this place? Where the hell did he score those because you don’t think he ever mentioned anything about working here. Or anywhere else other than the studio.
Yet another mystery to add to this walking, bare-chested enigma.
But there’s another question forming behind your eyes the longer you watch him practice, the more you notice how he’s actually going hard. Yoongi’s really good right now. A lot better than what you’ve seen of him before.
Has he been coming here more often than he’s let on? And why does he look so… serious? You’d be surprised if he even remembered you’re here.
Setting your empty container down, you gather the chains in your hands again, deciding to slip them over your head for safer keeping. After, you grab a water before stepping down the bleachers, hanging a little ways away until Yoongi notices you’re courtside.
And when he sees you, he stops practicing immediately, jogging to you so sweaty and shining and gross and handsome and— “Wait, you’re all swea—”
You’re pulled into a kiss the same time you hear a basketball drop, salt on your tongue and damp palms on your cheeks. And you melt right into the shiny wood floor, drifting, drifting, sailing into dreamland even though you’re technically already there.
“Sweaty,” you whisper into his hot breaths of exertion, a twinge between your legs when he kisses you even deeper—breathing, inhaling, taking you in. “Gross.”
“Thanks.”
You flash a smile against Yoongi’s lips, giggling because this is all better than anything your brain could’ve conjured on its own. When you ask why he’s going so hard, all you get is a question in return,
“You’re perfect, you know that?”
Huh? Blinking, you suddenly don’t remember your own train of thought. “What did I do?”
“Nothing.” He presses a wet mouth to your nose. “Did you eat?”
Laughing, you reassure him, “I did, I did.”
“Good. You bored?”
“Huh?”
Yoongi leans to softly take your lips this time, and you want to say he’s approaching the legal limit for kisses tonight. “Thought you came over cus you wanna leave.”
“And stop seeing you play? I could watch this forever.” You squeeze the water bottle a little tighter. “Just checking on you.” Another strike hits between your legs when Yoongi takes another, lazier glide over your mouth, and you sigh when he tugs you forward by your bottoms, fingers slick from use.
You could do this for eternity, too.
“Well I got about five more minutes in me, so..”
This man.
“Forever might be a stretch.”
“Ah, shut up. Here,” you offer through a giggle, holding the water out for him to take.
“Thanks.” When he does, he tilts his head at just the right angle to cut you through, gulping down liquid and making you do the same to your nothingness.
So unfair. “You looked like you were going pretty hard.”
Lowering the bottle, Yoongi shifts his jaw before taunting something a ways off. “I kinda was.”
“It was kinda hot.”
His laugh makes you smile, and his next swig makes you weep. “Nah, but. This is our practice gym. I can just zone out here, so. It’s been one of those things.”
Ah. Was this one of the places Yoongi ended up during those months apart? You wish he could’ve brought you along sometimes. Or at least thought about asking. It’s nice just to be around him while he does something he likes. Gaining courage, you say exactly what’s on your mind, “You can always bring me, too. If you want.”
And it’s true. You don’t really have to do much when you’re with him, because just being around him is what brightens your day. Lifts your mood.
But you have to admit that watching him play basketball while shirtless is the biggest fucking win in history.
When did Yoongi get so close? When did his eyes retreat so far away? “I didn’t wanna bother you with this,” he admits, a drop of sweat clinging onto his chin. “I don’t even put music on.”
“You never bother me,” you whisper back. Hoping that he believes you and that he will start to accept that as fact. Because it is. “Even if you’re being annoying.”
The bottle crinkles as he smiles, and there’s a soft kiss to your lips that has no real desire behind it. Just a nice peck that sends you careening down a hill of flowers. “You won’t be feeling that way tomorrow, babe.”
“And why is that?”
“Cus of what I’m wearing.”
And he says that while half-naked? Like any look on him could get any worse. “Oh,” you scoff out, fully calling his bluff. “As if.”
Well, fuck. You don’t enjoy the smirk plastered on his face. It has you both dreading and excited for whatever demon you’re gonna run into tomorrow. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” He shrugs as he starts to hand the water back. “We can go soon, by the way.”
“Okay.”
But before you can grab it, Yoongi pulls the bottle from reach. “Unless,” he teases. “You wanna play me.”
“What.”
His grin shines, face glistening and turning your insides to jelly. “You told me you’d win, so. Let’s see it.”
You said that? While sober? How does he remember something like that when you can’t even recall a time or place you’d tell him something so bold. “When!”
“Right after you woke up once. Said you’re a master?”
Oh. That was ages ago. Fuck, you already forgot how did Yoongi remember?
“Oh. Well.” Your nose turns up in feigned haughtiness. “Wouldn’t wanna throw you off your game before a championship.”
“Uh huh.”
“I’d make you cry what the fuck!”
Water spills down your head in rivulets as you freeze, stunned and watching Yoongi jogging his laughs back to the bleachers like a punk. “Think you got something on your face, doll.”
“Yoongi!” What the hell possessed him to do that to you here? Racing after him with purpose, you slam into him just as he reaches for another bottle, shoving a laugh out of his throat and making him catch himself on hardwood. “Nu uh, gimme that!”
“It’s mine, I just ran out—”
“Bitch!” You lunge for another bottle lying further away, distancing yourself to quickly rip the cap off and to avoid feeling his slick back on your hands.
And it’s a lawless gym as both of you start spraying water, arcs and splashes of bottled liquid spewing over the court and soaking into your clothes and his bare skin. Which proves to get worse and worse for your wellbeing the more he gets soaked in your attacks.
Running ends up being the only option to avoid getting completely drenched, and you hightail it behind bleachers before your waist is grabbed. “Fuck!”
“Uh huh.”
You try to wrestle out of his hold, his wet forearm digging lovely into your stomach, and you’re temporarily let go just so Yoongi can spin you around.
Your back connects with solid wall, the impact shooting a grunt out of your throat before you laugh out of pure disbelief. “I can’t believe, you got me to do that,” you rush out, sentence punctuated by your breaths more than anything else.
Here you are. Under bleachers. With Yoongi’s skin caging you with radiating heat.
You can only stare as he drinks you in, no doubt looking at his silver around your neck and your chest heaving from exertion. Butterflies float across your stomach when his smile drips, and you fold as soon as he swoops in.
Everything in your being pulses hard. It’s so visceral that you teeter on the edge of sanity and logic, and the thoughts slipping through your mind are just as wild as you feel. Before you’re even aware of it, a mischievous finger slides along the hem of his shorts, and you jump at the downright boulders rolling down your front,
“Careful, doll.”
“Hmm?” You feel bad. And it feels fantastic. “What was that?”
More gravel slides down his tongue, and you shake at his attractive as fuck threat, “Fuck around and find out then.”
Your giggles add feather lightness into his murky laughs, but you’re so preoccupied that you don’t notice his hand between your legs until he slaps the inside of your thigh. “Yoo—!”
“Unless.” He leans forward. “My baby’s too scared.”
Holy fuck, you might be. Is he really willing to do something with you? In a public place very similar to where you’re gonna watch him play tomorrow? You don’t know why the fuck that’s attractive as hell, but it is.
Yoongi grips your chin, eyes falling to your lips and brows knitted before claiming your lips even harder. And despite your bones vibrating to hell, you put your all into the kiss, relishing in the growing hardness you feel against your front. An animal starts to wake inside your core, and you almost feel like stroking it. Feeding it. Raising it only for it to consume you in return.
“Fuck it, we’re leaving.”
“Huh?” Dazed, you let your vision refocus as Yoongi chuckles at your hazy state.
“Fuck this. I’m taking you home.”
For some reason, the game makes you nervous today. Even while Taehyung strides into the gymnasium with you, there’s a lingering feeling swelling in your stomach, and you don’t have any reason for it yet.
At least this is another rec center entirely. Because there’s no way you would’ve sat still knowing you had a clandestine meeting in the same place not even twenty-four hours before.
But the activity already bustling around hardwood catches your attention. Not on both sides, since only one team is here, but they are active on the other end doing drills.
Wow. They look really intimidating, matching jerseys that were clearly done professionally and warm-ups having a set routine. You wonder if this is gonna be a tough game for… Wait. That’s your brother under the basket. That’s them?
Fucking hell, Yoongi was right.
Because you’ll already never get over how attractive he looks in athletic clothes.
But team jerseys?
Seeing this man rock a basketball uniform with his toned arms and legs so visible makes you want to claw your way out of your invisible cage.
When the hell did they even get those? And why is he already slightly drenched during the warm-up alone?
As soon as you see him make a lay-up, you know for a fact that you shouldn’t be here.
Yes, you’re gonna stay and yes, you’re gonna cheer for them all game. But you are absolutely gonna feel like jumping him, which will in turn make you wanna bolt and run all the way out of town every agonizing second.
Shit, shit, shit. You’re gonna have to try your damned hardest to unstick your eyes from that man the whole time. Already, you can hear Taehyung’s teasing, and your groan is to lament your future state.
Your name suddenly rings across the gym, and four feet pause in your ascent up the bleachers. When you catch both him and Jimin waving you down from their courtside chairs, you tilt your head in intrigue.
They want you to come over there? What the hell is this about?
Sighing, you turn. “Guess I’ll go see what they want.”
“Here,” Tae offers his hand. “I’ll save you a seat.”
Your bag is transferred to his grip while you nod, and you step down onto the court, wondering if you’re even allowed to walk onto it to see them. And Jimin’s grin can be seen from miles away. “Come here!”
You gingerly step onto shiny wooden floors, making your way over and becoming hyper aware that someone else notices your presence. But you’re so puzzled as to why there’s no one on the other side of the court yet because isn’t the game about to start?
Where’s the other team? As you approach their row of chairs, your hands immediately find your hips. “What’s up?”
Jimin’s eyes stay creased as your brother explains the reason he waved you down. A very stupid, very innocuous reason. “Can you keep score?”
“Me?”
“Yeah.”
“Why me?”
Your brother uses his jersey to wipe sweat from his brow, and you wince at the brand new material getting gross already. “The girl that usually does it for us is sick.”
“And you know the game,” Jimin quickly tacks on, rubbing at some tattoos on full display. Wait, are there more than you remember? When did he get more ink?
Your sibling asks another question you had in mind, “You aren’t gonna cover those?”
“Nah. Not today,” the man elongates in a stretch. “Just got another one. This one!”
Ah, you were right. “I like it.”
Jimin couldn’t look more proud. But enough of that because you really just wanna go back and observe the game from another place entirely. “Can’t y’all find someone else to keep score?”
“We don’t think anyone else can,” your brother explains, looking over your shoulder. “At least, not the people coming to watch us.”
Cool. You get to be met with heat and sweat from all these guys without compensation. How is this something you would say yes to? “Well. I don’t really feel like being a scorekeeper for free.”
When your sibling laughs with Jimin, they share a look before he says so matter-of-factly, “Told you.”
You’re sticking with that. If you’re gonna sit next to a bunch of smelly people, they’re gonna pay… you… somehow.
A ways down the row, you catch Yoongi dumping himself onto a random chair, head tilted back before he hangs it forward to wipe sweat from his forehead.
And suddenly this temporary gig doesn’t seem terrible in the slightest.
Because one, you can sit on a team bench that will have his fine ass right there. And two, this will give you a way to objectively focus on the game. You won’t have time to be distracted by a demon and his hair that’s gotten criminally long.
“I’ll get us all dinner,” your sibling slices through your thoughts. “After we win.”
“Fine,” you sigh, taking the end seat and shooting one more glance to the other side of the court. “Then I get to p—”
The air around you squeezes inward. And all sounds plunge underwater.
Because you recognize someone you knew from a dark club walking onto the court, his team looking just as sharp and cocky as his eyes.
Shit. Shit, shit, shit.
You don’t notice the way Jimin’s hands flex, nor the way a familiar presence walks up to join your brother.
All you can do is stare back.
And without even realizing.
You’re already rubbing your arm.
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