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A Blotch of Red

All he saw was a small red blotch against a pale sea of white.
It was shaped like an abstract drawing of a flower—like someone tried to sketch one, changed his mind at the very last minute and tried to erase it but simply couldn’t.
Now it looked like something that should have been perfect but became a masterpiece—beautiful with its imperfections.
“Promise me you’ll wait for me?”
“Always.”
15 minutes until the next train arrives.
Ryoichi’s eyes snapped open at the long, whiny sound of a train departing followed by the clickity-clack its wheels made against the metal rails.
He was sitting down on a bench, the one nearest a stone stair which led to a floor below him. A cold wind blew and the temperature felt genuinely uncomfortable against his feverish skin—which was his normal body temperature.
He ignored the cold and straightened his coat, zipping up its collar so it covered his mouth and reached his cheeks. He stood up, stomped his feet against the asphalt to regain blood circulation in his legs and looked around. He didn’t know how long he’d been asleep because his body felt sore and sluggish like he had been sleeping in the wrong position for a long time.
He was in a nearly empty train station. It was not a modern station like what he was used to—but what one might see in the furthest towns of the city. It wasn’t old but evidence of neglect was obvious with the cracks on the wall and rusts on the metal posts holding up the rickety roof.
There were a couple of people standing by the platform and some, sitting on the stone benches lined up against the wall—their expressions ranged from gloomy to peaceful. Nobody looked particularly at home there and no one paid him nor anybody else, save for a few people who looked like they came here together, any attention.
Beyond the station was an endless sea of blackness and it was the perfect background to the red ominous numbers of an LED clock hanging from the ceiling counting the minutes until the next train arrived.
His mind wandered off aimlessly until his thoughts hit a wall when he realized he couldn’t remember how he got here in the first place. He definitely couldn’t remember himself taking off from or trying to go to some place so why was he in the station?
The only plausible explanation was that he spaced out...again. Something that had been prevalent these past months especially when he awakened his true powers. He held on to that thought and was almost ready to laugh it off before leaving the station when someone walked past him, bumping onto him roughly. He almost lost his footing, but he managed to stay upright because he always had impeccable reflexes and a great sense of balance.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to.” He was quick to apologize because though he knew it wasn’t his fault, it would never hurt him to be a nice person. And also because the contact made him realize, with a start, how much he felt cold and lonely during the entire time he was standing here.
“Sorry about that,” Echoed an apology. The person was a man with thick, cropped dark hair and eyes which were an impossible shade of blue it reminded Ryoichi of the ocean.
He looked like he was probably the same age as his, despite appearing bigger—with the lean slightly muscular build and a couple of inches taller than him.
He looked intimidating and despite saying sorry, he didn’t look sorry at all. His mouth was taut, his chiseled powerful-looking jaw clenched tight. But he saw a fleeting look of shock flash by before the man’s blue eyes followed by confusion which he could have just imagined because they were gone in just a split second.
“No, I’m sorry… I was… Spacing out.” Ryoichi insisted, like the nice person that he totally is. But also because he was a bit intimidated by how the man looked.
Because though both of them were wearing casual clothes, Ryoichi’s grey woolen coat, worn-out jeans and slightly dirty white sneakers looked shabby compared to the stylish way the man was black and grey plaid shirt, its buttons undone to reveal a white muscle top underneath, spotless dark pants and sneakers that looked brand new. He felt underdressed.
Thankfully, the man didn’t notice the way his eyes scanned him from head to toe or noticed the thoughts he was thinking.
The man just sighed and gave him a small smile which earned a soft gasp from the smaller man. Ryoichi didn’t expect such a gentle expression to appear on the man’s callous face, but his smile was, if he was being honest… breathtaking.
“Did you just arrive?” he asked and Ryoichi frowned at the odd question. He didn’t know how to answer it because he couldn’t even remember going here but what bothered him was the way he asked the question—like he knew Ryoichi should be here. Nevertheless, Ryoichi just shrugged because he was too nice to call him off “I guess so… I don’t know how I got here, though.”
The man frowned at him then asked again, “You don’t know what happened to you? You don’t remember how you got here?”
Ryoichi was getting more confused with what he was asking and how he didn’t seem like he was indeed asking him a question. He shook his head and the man’s frown deepened, “Do you remember your name?”
It was Ryoichi’s turn to frown, “Yes, of course. Tadashi Ryoichi.” Then remembering his manners again, he added, “My apologies, I forgot to introduce myself earlier.”
The man crouched low so their faces were only inches apart and Ryoichi blinked at the sudden close proximity. Then he pulled away quickly making the tall man burst out in laughter.
Ryoichi gaped at him… admiring how his laughter sounds and looks like. He wasn’t restraining himself, too—letting his shoulders shake with every roar of laughter which seemed to rumble from the very core of his body.
He managed to calm himself enough to offer a handshake to Ryoichi, “Fumihiro Satoshi. Nice to see you here.”
12 minutes until the next train arrives.
Ryoichi looked around again at the strange surrounding and the unlively people, noticing how their earlier ruckus did nothing to illicit a response from them. Yes, it was definitely weird. “Well, where is here exactly?”
“A train station.” Satoshi replied unhelpfully. Ryoichi wanted to roll his eyes but he was too decent to do it. Instead he sighed, “I can see that. But I don’t know what I’m doing here.”
Satoshi hummed his response and then turned to him with a curious expression, “How old are you?”
Ryoichi was too polite not to answer, “Twenty-four.” to which Satoshi’s eyes widened in surprise and a bit of gloom, “You’re too early. Are you really supposed to be here?” He sounded concerned… really concerned.
“I don’t even know where here is exactly. And you seem to be so keen on not telling me either.”
Satoshi blinked at him then chuckled blankly, carding through his fringes before turning to him with an intense gaze, “I’m not allowed to tell you until I know you’re here to ride the train.”
“Why is that?”
“Because some people are not supposed to be here.”
The situation was getting on his nerves—he was confused and the only man who talked to him was speaking in riddles, but he maintained his calm, “Ano… Fumihiro-san. I don’t know what you mean by that. How would I know if I’m supposed to ride the train?”
Satoshi frowned, his blue eyes getting darker and Ryoichi began to wonder where he saw that eye color before but dismissed the thought as soon as it came. “Well, just check if you have a ticket.” he said a little too impatiently, “Check your pocket. You must have hidden it somewhere.”
Ryoichi didn’t understand what he was trying to imply because he definitely doesn’t remember buying any form of ticket but the look on the man’s face convinced him to do check his pockets.
He dug on his pockets at the same time then gasped when he felt a single smooth piece of paper inside his left pocket.
10 minutes until the next train arrives.
He stared blankly at the ticket train he pulled out from his pocket. His wide violet eyes turned to Satoshi’s blue sullen ones and he couldn’t mistake the sadness and disappointment he saw.
He looked down at the ticket again—it wasn’t the typical ticket, too. There was no logo of the train company, no time of departure and arrival… not even a destination. Only two words were written on it bold, black letters:
ONE WAY.
The words intimidated him and the promise of not returning somehow formed a lump at the back of his throat. He didn’t know why it felt like that because he could just walk out now and go home to his family, to Ryota… because he knows despite his looks, they—he would be willing to take him.
Satoshi sighed and sat down on the bench he was sleeping on earlier. He gazed up at Ryoichi, his somber expression unwavering and Ryoichi felt like reaching out to him but he didn’t because despite being nice, Satoshi was still a stranger.
Satoshi turned to the people waiting by the train, particularly at an elderly couple who sat silently beside one another. They were not talking to each other, but the man was cupping his wife’s hand like it was made of gold. “They came here a few days before you did. They came together. Isn’t that sweet?”
Ryoichi blinked, unsure what to make of it. It was impossible for people to be allowed to stay in a train station for days, “Why don’t they just board the train?”
Satoshi shrugged, “Who knows? Maybe they’re not ready yet.” He turned to one girl standing very near the edge of the platform, looking lost, “Suicide.” He said as casually as possible.
Eh? Ryoichi turned to Satoshi who was still looking at the girl. “What suicide? You mean she attempted to kill herself?”
“No.” Satoshi said, “She did succeed. Now she’s here.”
That was the last straw. Ryoichi glared at Satoshi and hissed, “What are you saying? I don’t understand!” He was already raising his voice but Satoshi wasn’t paying any attention. He was roll calling the people by the train station like it was totally normal: the man on the corner drowned, the woman looking lost sitting on the bench on the far right died of childbirth.
These things didn’t make any sense in Ryoichi’s head and he felt tremendous fear at the implication of these facts… If they hold true. Before he realized it, he was already biting down his lower lip and clenching his fist stubbornly on the side. “Stop it. Stop. STOP.”
“And me…” Satoshi said and Ryoichi turned to him sharply, eyes suddenly filled with unshed tears. Satoshi paused because he didn’t want to see Ryoichi cry, but he also needed to hear this. “Car accident. I was twenty-six.”
“What are you saying?” Ryoichi wiped his tears before they fell and Satoshi tapped the empty space beside him, gesturing for him to take it, which he did. His body also unconsciously leaned on the man’s shoulder when he did so. There was something oddly comforting in the person’s presence and their bodies fit like two missing pieces in a puzzle.
“Where does this train take us?”
Satoshi’s shoulders moved when he shrugged, “No idea. Haven’t ridden it yet.”
Ryoichi looked up at the man with bleary eyes, “Why not?”
Satoshi smiled, “People choose not to ride the train for various reasons.”
“So, what’s yours?”
Satoshi blinked at him. He looked like he was struggling inside, trying to decide whether he should spill it or not. Ryoichi fixed him an intense stare until he sighed in defeat, “I’m waiting for someone.”
Ah. “Who?”
Satoshi shrugged, “Someone I love.” He said it casually like it was the most normal thing to say and Ryoichi couldn’t help but break out into a smile, “I never took you as a romantic.”
“I’m not. But I made a promise.” he said nonchalantly, “Been stopping by for almost five years now.”
“That’s quite a long time.”
He shrugged, “I’m okay waiting a little bit longer. I wanted him to live a longer life.” There was hesitation and sadness in his voice when he turned to Ryoichi. “Do you remember what happened to you now?”
Ryoichi wanted to know where the sadness was coming from so he turned to the man and suddenly, he sees him—really sees him.
---
"Matte yo, Satoshi-kun!"
"You're so slow, Ryo-chan!”
Ryoichi scowled at the name and seeing the grin from the older boy a few steps ahead of him, before he deliberately stopped. It was a hot summer day and their neighbors brought him along in their family trip to the beach.
The Fumihiro's lived across the street from their compound—they own a tofu shop which Ryoichi's mother favors most. Their son, Fumihiro Satoshi was a dark-haired boy four years his senior and he was tasked with delivering tofu to the Tadashi's household. It was when he first met Tadashi Ryoichi—the only son of the head family.
He was a lonely kid, but he has a really gentle smile which Satoshi liked. Ever since then, they became inseparable and even if the Tadashi family never allowed strangers inside their compounds, somehow, Satoshi was able to breach the walled compound because of Ryoichi's friendship.
"I don't want to play with you anymore." Ryoichi said, tears rimming his green eyes. Satoshi frowned—he likes Ryoichi fine… but there are times he hated this side of him. He is such a crybaby and Satoshi is especially weak from his tears. It's unfair and he grumbled as he traced his way back to the kid who was now sobbing silently.
He put a hand on top of Ryoichi's head and smiled an apology, "Hora, hora... Stop crying. I won't tease you again."
He held out his hand but Ryoichi didn’t stop crying. He sighed and knelt down until he could wipe the tears away from his cheeks with his sandy palms. “I’m sorry I made you run after me a lot even when you said you didn’t want to. I won’t call you slowpoke again.” He stopped a chuckle from coming out with the term because he didn’t want to make Ryoichi cry more.
“Promise me you’ll wait for me?” Ryoichi’s voice was soft and sweet when he peeked from his hands.
Satoshi blinked at him, surprised at the promise the boy was asking him. But the green eyes were looking at him expectantly and he couldn’t help but smile at the innocence of the promise. He put out his pinky and smiled, “I promise.”
---
DING DONG!
"Satoshi, open up the door please..." His mother called and he groused as he put aside the manga he was reading and removed himself from the kotatsu. He didn't know who would be coming this early on a Sunday when their shop isn't even open yet.
The doorbell rang for the third time and he frowned, scratching his head in annoyance as he slid the door open, "Haaai... Ohayouu..." His voice was laced with disdain but he stopped when he saw Ryoichi's face brimming with unshed tears. He frowned when the boy leapt into his arms and whined his name, "Satoshi-kuuun!" His mother who was curious came out from the kitchen and saw the boy. "R-Ryoichi-kun?" She said, "W-What's happening?"
Ryoichi extracted himself from Satoshi and gave his mother a polite bow, "Ohayou, obasan. I'm sorry for the intrusion this early... I just... I just..." The unshed tears threatening to fall began falling now and Satoshi felt a tug in his heart which he simply couldn't understand where it came from. His mother walked towards them and led Ryoichi inside, "Hora, hora, don't cry. Satoshi, go get some water to calm him down."
Satoshi snapped back to his senses and turned to his mother before nodding and running inside the kitchen to fetch a glass of water. His mother lead Ryoichi inside and has alread seated him in the kotatsu by the time he came back. He put the glass of water in front of Ryoichi who appeared too small and too fragile now. They've been friends for two years now and he had never seen Ryoichi this upset—the worst part is he doesn't know why. "Oi, speak up." He said, getting more and more impatient. Ryoichi turned to him with glazed eyes and he hated how those tears made him feel. He wanted to scratch his own eyes out just so he won't see Ryoichi crying.
"I-I... I'm going to be a big brother."
Both he and his mother gaped at him. Before he broke out laughing. His mother flashed him a glare to shut him up and he did, but he couldn't help a few more snickers to pass his lips.
"You're upset of this, Ryoichi-kun?" His mother asked gently to which the boy shook his head defiantly.
"No. I'm not... I'm just..." He paused as if trying to consider his words, "Scared... I'm just scared I won't be a good brother."
Satoshi needed to bite the inside of his cheek to stop another string of laughter. He looked at Ryoichi who was still looking down at his hands and not meeting their eyes. His hands were clenched into tiny little fists and placed on top of his bent knees. Tears were still streaming down his face and Satoshi wondered how this crybaby could be an old brother to someone. It sounds ridiculous, even to him... but, he also knows the boy has a kind and caring heart.
He moved so he could flick his finger on the boy's forehead and he wailed in pain, placing a hand on the spot he hit which was now becoming red. When Ryoichi gave him a questioning look, he gave him a smile, "You'll be alright, don't worry."
---
"Huh? You won't be able to deliver tofu tomorrow? Why?"
Satoshi picked up a pebble and ran his fingers over its smooth surface before throwing it on the wall where it bounced and clattered on the ground. They were inside the Tadashi compound, the house where Ryoichi lives was the one furthest from the gate and since his family left to take two-year old Ryota to the doctor, they were basically alone. He grinned at Ryoichi who was still looking at him warily. "Ah..."
"Are you going somewhere? When will you be back?"
Satoshi bit on his lower lip. He didn't know how to say this to the boy who was now expectantly looking at him—his emerald eyes filled with kindness. Satoshi felt his heart melt and he wondered how he could go through with this, without seeing the boy cry again. But he also knew, delaying it wouldn't make things better. He would find out sooner or later. Better now. "I won't be back until a few years."
Ryoichi's eyes widened and Satoshi thought 'there... there it is.'
"A few years? Why? I... I don't understand."
"I'm going to attend another high school. I'd be living with my grandparents for the meantime." He said, looking straight at the green orbs now glistening with tears. He knew this would happen—he mentally and emotionally prepared himself for this. And yet, all those preparations were wasted because his heart right now was breaking into two pieces. He wanted to beg Ryoichi not to look like that, but that wasn't like him. Instead, he flicked the boy's forehead and smiled, "Oi, don't cry. I'm not gonna die."
Ryoichi rubbed the spot he flicked and gave him a scowl. At least, that stopped him from crying. "I'm not gonna cry for you, idiot."
"You totally are." He smirked, amused that the boy would even try to deny it while wiping at his eyes. "Besides, it would just be three years."
Ryoichi nodded, biting his lower lip and looking away, "Then that's okay."
"Don't miss me too much, 'kay?" He said earning another look of disgust from the boy.
"Oh shut up. Be... good there."
"Roger!" He said, "I'd call you everyday. And I'll make sure you'll be the first to know once I get myself a girlfriend over there." He saw Ryoichi stiffened at that and the boy turned to him, eyes wide with shock, "G-Girlfriend?"
Satoshi smiled inwardly. He was glad the boy gave that reaction. He didn't know when it started but for the past few months, he realized that the friendship he had with the boy was blossoming into something he couldn't quite define yet. It confused him and gave him many sleepless nights, until he realized what it was. He liked Ryoichi. Liked him more than friends.
But he didn't know how to say it because even if Ryoichi had always been kind to him and would probably not think of him any differently if he confessed, he didn't want to take a chance. So he bottled up his feelings, swearing he would never tell a soul. But there were moments like this one... times when he felt like there was a slim possibility that Ryoichi felt the same way. It wasn't enough to make him profess his feelings, but it was enough to keep teasing about it.
He gave him a satisfied grin, "Of course. What? I'm actually really good-looking so that isn't impossible, you know."
Ryoichi looked down with a sullen expression and nodded, "I guess so."
Satoshi frowned at that. He expected Ryoichi to scowl at him or stick his tongue out at him because he always told him he never liked the arrogant part of him. "What's wrong? Would you be bothered by it?"
Ryoichi shook his head, "No... I mean... Yes... I..." He took a deep breath and then turned to Satoshi, cheeks turning a shade of pink, "Do you really want a girlfriend?"
Satoshi blinked, unsure what to tell him...or actually no, he was sure what he wants to tell him, he just couldn't form the words because what he wanted to say is 'No. I don't need one. But I can't have you so...' But he wouldn't say it. Ryoichi seeing the flustered look on Satoshi's face turned away again and in a small, barely audible voice, he said "I... don't want you to have a girlfriend."
---
It had been three years and two months since he last set foot in their tofu shop and things have more or less stayed the same. Well, except he was itching to leave as soon as he dropped his bag on his bedroom floor and dash towards the house across the street.
It had been three years and two months since he last saw Ryoichi. Three years and two months—and both of them were tired of the time and space between them. It had been awful, the days were longer and it got awfully slower the more the day of his return got closer.
He should have gone home earlier but because his last project encountered some setbacks, he had to stay for another two weeks and finish up everything before he returned. During the years of separation, the two of them settled and identified their feelings for each other. Satoshi thought he would forget about the boy and eventually find someone else... someone fitting, but nobody compared to Ryoichi. He was the gentlest person he knew... and he has the nicest smile.
Slowly, their feelings evolved into something none of them were prepared for. They exchanged emails, called each other often and he talked to Ryoichi about the city, because the boy was homeschooled and really didn't know anything about the outside world. He was Ryoichi's only connection to it. And Ryoichi was the person anchoring Satoshi whenever he wandered too far out.
Ever since then, they started this ambiguous relationship that none of them dared put label to. Maybe putting a label to the relationship strained by distance and time would only make things more complicated and hurt more. They were happy and longing at the same time—those two things were the cruelest emotions and they were simply not ready to trap themselves in something more painful.
So they agreed to talk about things when he returned.
He changed into his casual clothes of basic shirt and jeans before he called out to his mother who was cleaning up the store which they closed an hour ago. "Okasan, I'll head out for a minute." He said to which his mother frowned.
"But you just got home. Can't you wait until dinner is over? I cooked your-"
DING DONG!
"Huh? Who could that be?" His mother walked towards the door. It was already past nine and really quite impossible to have customers trying to buy tofu at this late hour. Unless...
His heart began pounding on his chest, when the door slid open and revealed Ryoichi's flushed face. "Ah, Ryoichi-kun!" His mother exclaimed and the boy gave him a small smile, and yet his eyes were not looking at her but at the man standing as shocked behind her.
"Satoshi..." Satoshi's name fell from the boy's lips and Satoshi's heart soared. He noted how casually the boy also dropped the ‘-kun’ on his name… something that took months of practice before he got used to it. Ryoichi got a bit taller from the last time he saw. And his hair was longer, now. Satoshi noted stubbornly that he was still taller and his hair was still longer because even now, he was still trying to one-up the boy. He smiled at their naivete, while admitting that it was the one thing he liked about their relationship.
His mother looked at the two of them then sighed, "I guess I'll leave you two alone." She excused herself, shaking her head as she returned to what she was doing.
Ryoichi stepped inside the house, invading Satoshi's personal space—and just like that, the warmth he felt staring at the boy erupted into a blazing heat, scorching his very skin. In two quick steps, he pulled Ryoichi in his arms and squeezed him tight, until he felt their bodies melted together into one singular body.
He buried his nose into Ryoichi's brown hair and felt a wetness on the crook of his neck. The boy was crying... again. He smiled realizing that the distance and time did nothing to change the soft-hearted boy. "I'm home..." He whispered until he felt small, tender hands tentatively wrapping themselves across his back.
3 minutes until the next train arrives.
A look of recognition fell on Ryoichi’s face and tears began falling recklessly from his eyes. He turned to face of the man who was patiently and silently sitting beside him, “Satoshi…” He whispered and the smile he got in return was enough to make him cry all over again.
“Took you long enough.”
“I-I’m sorry.” He stammered, ashamed of himself. Satoshi chuckled then flicked him on his forehead. “Don’t worry. I barely recognized you with that white hair and violet eyes.”
Ryoichi remembered everything. And he couldn’t put on words what he was feeling right now because he knew exactly how Satoshi died. They were together that night.
---
“Satoshi! Satoshi! WAKE UP!” They were running out of time, Ryoichi knew that. He had pulled Satoshi away from the burning car and onto the sidewalk, but the man was still unconscious and the men after him was still on the run.
He knew they had to leave soon if they wanted to survive this. Satoshi was losing a lot of blood from the open wound on his chest. Satoshi’s eyelids flickered and slowly opened—and those grey eyes turned to him. He scanned his face and gave a smile, “Ryoichi.” His voice was quiet and Ryoichi’s heart sank. He knew what was happening. He knew and yet he couldn’t do anything.
He should have not told Satoshi who he really is—what he really is. If he didn’t, the Black Watchers would have not gone after him. Would have not used him as his weakness. This would have not happened if he didn’t tell him. He was stupid.
Satoshi read his mind. He was a normal human being, but he didn’t need super powers to know exactly what’s going on in Ryoichi’s mind. He knew the demons lurking there. He knew the self-loathing, the insecurities. He knew them all.
He smiled and with his weakening state, raised his hand to flick the boy on his forehead. It was weak and it left a blotch of red on the boy’s pale forehead. In his delirious state, he thought it looked like a flower. And it fit perfectly on Ryoichi’s beautiful face.
Ryoichi blinked at him—tears pausing for a moment before they came again. He grasped the hand which flicked him. The hand was already cold and Ryoichi knew life was quickly slipping away. He knew he had a lot to say, but he couldn’t say it. He opened his mouth to say the only thing that mattered—the only thing that neither he nor the dying man in front of him was able to say for the entire time together. Nobody said it because they thought it was a given, that their actions were enough. But it wasn’t enough.
I love you.
No words left his mouth that night. Even when Satoshi’s hand slipped away from his—the eyelids dropping and closing forever.
I love you.
He didn’t scream. He didn’t call out to him. He just stared at the man who made every bit of him feel perfect because… because…
I love you.
His tears eventually dried out.
That was the night violet replaced green and silver replaced brown. He died that night—and was rebirthed into something he didn’t know. Someone nobody could accept, not even him. And he knew only Satoshi would understand. He would accept him, love him for who he was no matter what happened.
1 minute until the next train arrives.
“Are you alright?” Satoshi whispered beside him.
Ryoichi nodded, “I’m sorry… I’m sorry you had to wait this long.”
“Idiot.” Satoshi chuckled, “I told you I’m willing to wait more years if that means you’d live long enough to enjoy the world.”
Ryoichi bit his lip as it quivered with all the emotions he had kept inside him. He reached out to touch Satoshi’s arm, and when he touched the warm, living flesh, his fingers curled in a vice-like grip. He wasn’t letting go. Never. “I love you.”
Satoshi blinked at him with surprise as Ryoichi repeated again and again, “I love you. I love you. I’m sorry it took this long for me to say it.”
A gentle smile blossomed in Satoshi’s face as he touched the hand holding his arm and pulled Ryoichi into a tight embrace, “It’s okay… knew you’d come around if I waited long enough.”
A rumbling sound came from the distance. Metal clacking with metal. Two bright lights appeared at the furthest part of the station and the louder the sounds get, the brighter the lights become. Ryoichi snuggled closer into Satoshi’s arms and closed his eyes, letting the vibrations of the braking train and the sound of Satoshi’s pounding heart overwhelm his senses.
“Thank you for waiting for me.” He whispered.
“Always.”
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AUTHOR'S NOTES:
This was a special chapter of my light novel, Cold Illusion. :) You can check it out here:
The fanarts are not mine. But I just see those characters when I envision them. :)
Thanks for reading! <3
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The very first thing you need to do is make it clear to the contractor about the kinds of materials you wish to make use while remodeling your bathroom. Provide a list of things which you wish to be fixed in the bathroom, the size which you deem appropriate and other concerns which you may have. By doing so, the contractor will be able to get a better idea of what you wish to achieve from your bathroom remodeling project. Before the contractor begins working on your bathroom remodeling project, provide him with a detailed house plan. This will give the contractor an idea of the electric cables which run through your house, where the water pipes are located and any other technical details. By having knowledge regarding these issues, power cut offs and damage of water pipes would be avoided. Next, you need to have a certain budget allocated to your bathroom remodeling project. This is the only way in which you will be able to avoid over expenditure. Make sure the amount you set aside covers the cost of materials, labor and any other kind of contingencies. Make sure while one bathroom in your house is undergoing bathroom remodeling, there is another for the members of the house to make use of. Since bathroom remodeling is likely to take a while depending on the amount of work you are getting done, you will need an alternative bathroom which everyone can use before the work is completed. Once all these aspects have been taken into consideration, speak to your contractor about the major issues regarding your bathroom remodeling. Set a target for when you would like the bathroom remodeling project to be completed. By doing so, the contractor will ensure that everything goes smoothly and you will also be able to keep a track of the progress made. Since a bathroom is fitted with water pipes, these might need to be shut off in order to avoid the spilling of water. If these are connected to the entire house's supply of water, you will need to find alternative ways of getting water to all the rooms in the house. Make sure that the materials being used for the floor of the bathroom suit the way in which the bathroom is being remodeled. Everything must be done in a systematic manner and should balance and enhance the other elements. Also, keep in mind that the flooring would have to be heated for the winter months. Remodeling the bathroom can bring about the much-needed change needed to give your bathroom a better look and feel. However before embarking upon a remodeling project, make sure that you have taken out the time to carefully plan the remodeling project and have the money to carry it out to its end.
Mr. Perfect and Miss Anomaly Part 3 +19
Hello Fam! I was in the art room gathering art supplies plus doing inventory. The art club for low on funds and it seemed more of our school funds were going to sports. I really needed to do this huge project to enter it into a contest in hopes of winning the grand prize of endless art supplies for two years. However, part of the submission I had to prove we needed this by submitting a copy of our current inventory. I was alone from what I could remember. Jungkook who is also my room mate but a talent artist and strong advocate just left about 30 mins ago. He was headed to the gym with his buddies Jimin and Tae. I had in my headphones blasting music. Typically I listen to rock and indie music. But low key I was feeling this solo artist named RM. I've never seen him but he drops his music on this website named ART R US for local independent artists in music, dance, and or art. I really could relate to this being and intellectual creature. Suddenly, someone ripped my head phones out my ears and slapped my ass. I balled up my fists ready to fight. It probably was those dumb as football players fucking around again. Namjoon had the widest grin on his face as the music oozed out of the headphones. "What's so fucking funny asshole? You almost got ur ass beat." I said while reaching for my headphones. Namjoon laughed. "This is what you listen to?" "Yes and his godly works is something you could never comprehend. Mr. Perfect. I would do anything to be with him...." "Well, I guess I will fuck you to my music." Namjoon pulled up my skirt and slapped my bare ass. "What did you just say?" I blurted out. "You never wear panties? Just my type." He said. "No they are so restrictive and annoying. But wait...what the fuck?!" I was already wet from listening to music from RM. His lyrics and that sexy voice always make me weak. I even touch myself when I listen to his music pretending I was in the studio with him...fucking him.. Namjoon slammed deep into me from behind. I hissed as the feeling is what I was craving. He took me slow and deep as my right legs was on top of the table. He leaned in "my music got you this wet baby." He whispered in my ear. "You are RM Namjoon?" I moaned "In the flesh baby." He moaned
The Bachelor (Charity) Event!
So once a month I will be hosting a Bachelor type of event and here's how it'll go. Which guy do you want? Once a month I will bring to you six different choices of either Korean Hip Hop, K- pop idol's or Korean actors. Based off of their "date plan" you guys will get to choose who advances to the next round. Rose Ceremony Our Rose ceremony is basically in the comments. Everyone will place the name of the bachelor they'd "give a rose" to in the comments. The least amount of votes is the Bachelor that gets kicked off. Who wins? Here's how the game works, you all will work to eliminate every Bachelor until there is only one remaining. But here's the charity part: Each bachelor has a secret number attached to them between the number of 1-75$. What ever Bachelor wins their secret number will be the amount I donate to a charity for the month. Ready to Play? No one will know what's being donated until the final bachelor wins (including me). All you guys have to worry about is casting a vote and wait to see how much goes to charity. As time goes by, the number range may go up but for now it's just 1-75$. So if you want to play, make sure to follow me and I have a Bachelor Collection available for you to follow as well. Bring on the Man candy! Boss Squad: @royalpandajedi @Fromblue2u @Queenpandabunny @marrickej33 @BBxGD @Starbell808 @MelissaGarza @liyahboon Fans: @elishafisher @JaxomB @EXOahjummafan @StefaniTre @Yugykookie97 @dalenalw KISS Squad @BabydollBre, @QueenyCrossGene, and @BTSMicDrop Lip glosses @EXOahjummafan @Starbell808 @QueenPandaBunny @divanicola05 @MelindaL @MelissaGarza
Trauma Ch.13
Who: Reader x Kim Junmyeon What: Angst, Romance, Smut Story: You're just two trauma filled people trying to live normal lives... but trauma is a bitch Y/N's POV You and Junmyeon walked out of your communications class excited about the grade you received. You were also notified that you two got the highest grade in the class. The professor said, he found that you two could work well with each other and provided a good amount of information and a strong argument in both your written paper and your presentation. You felt like you were walking on a cloud you were so happy. You were laughing with Junmyeon as you stepped out of class and said, "I can't wait to show pa-" you stopped yourself. Whenever you got a really good grade you were excited to show it to your father. You could hear him in your head telling you how great of a daughter you were and that you were only going to make him proud so long as you kept up that effort. No matter how often the bad moments, there were good ones with your father and you were happiest when you felt he was proud of you. Still, your father's last words to you came to your mind as you thought about the fact that he couldn't separate you from your mother in his mind. In truth, he didn't love you enough. That hurt you to the core and you did everything you could to ignore that pain and shield yourself from it. Junmyeon was able to pick up on something being wrong with you. Minseok confirmed it as well when he asked you if you were alright some times. They had a more compassionate concern for you than just checking to make sure you were doing well. You thought you were hiding it well enough but with that recent slip up, Junmyeon had caught you red handed in how you were feeling. He stopped you by grabbing your hand and getting you to turn and face him. "What's going on inside that head of yours?" He asked. "Nothing." Junmyeon had a grin like his old sarcastic remarks were going to come back but he didn't say anything. He hugged you instead and asked you if you regretted seeing your father while he was being held. As far as you were aware, he finally took your offer but he kept away from you. It was for the best but deep down you never truly wanted to push your father out of your life. In the end, it was him who pushed himself out. You couldn't make excuses for him anymore. "So much has happened in such a short amount of time. From dating you, to finding out where my mother had been all this time and my father trying to kill me and going to jail then telling me he doesn't love me. So much to ruin my life has happened, sometimes I just- I just wish it was the way it used to be." You confessed. "I get it, it's hard to accept what you father said to you. Still, you can move on with your life without worrying about being abused. Isn't that a good thing?" "It is." Your eyes shifted to a corner of the room. That was enough to make Junmyeon ask if you were sure about what you said. You didn't know how to explain how you felt especially after you had already declared that they were your family, the guys and Junmyeon. You loved Junmyeon so much, even as you looked at him again you couldn't help but smile. Someone actually understood your pain, he understood you. He loved you, for once someone had chosen you. "I've just lived so long thinking my father chose me. I always believed he loved me so to hear him say what he said- it was like hearing my mother confess that she chose her own pain over me.... It feels like some strong force is pushing their weight down on my heart, like its trying to test how much pain I can take. I guess deep down I'm always wondering if this blissful happiness is going to be taken away." "Is that why you were so hesitant on telling me how you felt?" You nodded. "I was afraid that if I admitted how I felt about you than you would break my heart. I just felt like it was inevitable and I didn't think I could take anymore of that kind of pain. It feels like I'm one step away from breaking sometimes." He kissed you gently, swiping your lips up in a divine caress. His hand sweetly lifting your chin so he could get a better angle. You felt his smile on your lips and your own smile grew. When he pulled away, you looked him in the eyes with a brilliant smile. He chuckled and cupped your face with both his hands. "You're too cute." He revelled. You laughed, "Thank you!" "I love you. If you break, I'll put you back together but before that happens I'm going to do everything in my power to keep you from falling apart. If I fail to protect you, you at least know Minseok has your back." You laughed, "That's true." "I just want you to know, even if your parents didn't chose you. I love you. I chose you." Your grin grew even larger and you placed your hands on his chest playfully. "I know and I'm so happy you did!" He laughed and you two walked down the hallway together before you had to split up. Junmyeon had work after class and you wanted to study for an up coming test for your late night class. You were on your way to the library when Seohyun saw you and stepped up to you. She looked like she detested you even more now than she did before. She didn't seem like the type that was so in love with Junmyeon to begin with. To you, she was more like a woman that wanted to make a conquest and couldn't stand her efforts being thwarted. You had tried not to think about the night Junmyeon got drunk. You didn't want to drive yourself crazy with the possibility of what may have happened. Besides, Junmyeon said so himself that he chose you. He loved you so there was nothing Seohyun could say or do that would break you two up...you hoped. "Look at the little princess, walking around as if she were blessing the commoners with her presence." She mocked. "You're the only one in all of Uni that believes any of that Seohyun." "Are you sure about that? Minseok seems to believe you're so innocent," she reached out to flick a piece of your hair like it was a nasty bug, " you're nothing but a leech." "I think between the two of us you're the real blood sucker." She gave you a nasty grin but she clearly didn't like the fact that you weren't very moved by her insults. She hated you more than you thought possible for any one person to hate a human being. You wondered if this really had anything to do with Junmyeon. It couldn't be just because he chose her could it? Seohyun walked up closer to her, her long legs gave her a slight height advantage over you and perhaps she got close in hopes of intimidating you but you dealt with your father who was far more scary when he was having a manic episode. Compared to him, Seohyun was the littlest fish in the pond. She turned her nose up to you and spoke down at you as she said, "You remind me of the story of the fox king. You know how he tricked the tiger into walking behind him and making all the other animals scared. The tiger believed the fox was really King but I was all a farce," she leaned closer to you and said, "But he was just a lying little weakling. You think just because you've got a crew behind you that you're untouchable but I'll show you who the real royal is here. Get ready to watch your little happy kingdom fall apart princess." She had this large evil grin like she just knew this threat would get to you. You looked her straight in the eyes and said, "Okay." You walked past her but stopped and turned to her after a few steps, "By the way, if I really am the fox and you're the tiger in that analogy, doesn't that mean I'm still smarter than you?" You chuckled when you saw her eye twitch and her hands ball into fists. You made your way to the library to study and after you took your test in class later on that evening you stopped by starbucks to get a coffee. You sat down in the store so you could catch up on some news on your phone. You had actually texted Junmyeon to see if he wanted to come over to your place later on that night when he got off of work. While you were waiting for an answer and immersed in news stories, someone had seen you in the store and walked over to your table. "Mind if I join you?" A woman's voice came from the front of the table. You looked up from your phone in shock, "Seol?" She gave a weak smile but she looked better now than she did when you and Junmyeon met her again. "Can I have a seat?" She asked. You sighed, "Well it's public seating I don't see why not." She pulled out the chair in front of you and she sat down. You two stared at each other in awkwardness. You were wondering what she was doing here. Her hair was up in a ponytail except for a few strands in the front that framed her face. She wore a lavender turtleneck sweater and a tan velvet pencil skirt. She looked girlish even though her face showed signs of aging. She pulled the loose strand behind her ear and chuckled nervously, "I should've taken better care of myself, maybe I'd look better than this." You stayed silent, you didn't really know what to say. Your phone buzzed on the table letting you know that you had recieved a text message, probably from Junmyeon. You stayed staring at her. "Aren't you going to answer that?" She asked. "It's a text message, the message will still be there." She nodded but looked disappointed in your demeanor towards her. Your heart hurt sitting in front her like this. You never wanted to be on opposite ends of your mother. You wanted her to love you and hug you. As a child, you always imagined what it would be like if she came back home, you hoped that she would embrace you and tell you that she had to go away for some crazy important reason. Since you were a child, you might've accepted any feeble reason as to why she disappeared. You were still having problems with accepting the real reason why she left you and your father. "Let me first apologize. Everything I did to you and your father wasn't just unfair it was selfish. You were right, I had a responsibility as your mother despite losing Haejin. I should've at least chosen you and I didn't. I regret every moment I spent away from you especially to find out what your father did to you while I was gone." She said. "Well it's great that you know and understand that but what are you doing here?" "I want a chance. You said that as long as I didn't recognize my mistakes that we would never be a family again-" "So what you just think showing up in Seoul and apologizing is going to make everything better?" "No." "I still can't wrap my head around the reason you left. " "I know Y/N please just hear me out." She begged. You calmed yourself with a soft sigh and leaned back in your chair to look at her. You two really did look alike she was just older, more worn and you wondered if holding on to your own bitterness would result in you looking the same. Where you really staring at the reflection of your future self or could everything change? Your father wanted nothing to do with you anymore but your mother wanted to repair the broken bridge. Your heart was reluctant, it was scared of extending the olive branch. At anytime, your whole world could fall down. Seohyun didn't even have to lift a finger, all she'd have to do was wait and watch....Or.... you could give your mother a chance. The chance you had always hoped for and let her work her way back in. "Fine." You said. "I don't know what I have to do for you to let me back into your life but I want to try. Not because you guilt tripped me or to clear my conscious but because you are my daughter. I want you to have family." "I do have family. Minseok and Jongin, Eunha, Junmyeon and my other friends. They're my family." "They're not your blood." "Yeah well that wasn't enough last time was it?" You snapped her. You sighed to calm down again. You were trying but you were angry. She hung her head, she knew you were pissed and she knew you had every right to be. She was at least trying though. You were trying to reason in your head to give her a chance but you were scared. When you were intent on finding her to get answers for why she left, there was a small slither of hope that her excuse would be good enough so that you two could work on building a relationship. She was the only blood relative that you had left. "I brought this for you." She said. She pulled out a small locket in the shape of a seashell. It was gold and well kept but you remembered it from when you were a kid. That one time you accompanied Haejin and your mother out on the town. You couldn't remember how you got it but you remembered your mom showing you how to put the pictures inside the locket. She had placed it on the table and you reached out to grab it. You opened it to see your baby picture on one side and your mother on the other side. You were supposed to have matching lockets but your father threw yours away. "You took this with you when you left?" You asked. "I did." "But you said that taking me would remind you of everything you left. Why would you take this with you?" "Because despite everything- I did love you very much and while taking you with me would've been a reminder of the life I was trying to leave behind- you were still my daughter. It was my only way of keeping a piece of you without placing you in the middle of a war with your father and me." She said. You looked up at her trying not to cry. You felt like her taking the locket with her meant something. She still left you but she didn't completely forsake you as her daughter. The necklace meant there was hope, at least to you, there was something that could be built. "I- I need some time but-," Your phone buzzed and you were about to ignore it when you realized it was a phone call instead of a text this time. The number wasn't familiar. You usually didn't answer unknown numbers but it had caught your attention anyway. You picked it up to answer it and said, "Hello?" "Ms. Jeon?" "This is her?" "This is officer Yong with Seoul City police department, we need you to come down to the station as soon as possible." He said "The police station? Why?" "I believe the matter is something that should be discussed in person. Please get here immediately." "Al-alright. I'm on my way." You hung up the phone and stood up. You gathered your things but your mother stood up with you worried. "Is everything alright?" "I'm not sure. They want me down at the police station." You said. "I'll go with you." You didn't even refuse. You hurried to the police station by cab with your mother. You met Officer Yong who led you down to the morgue and asked you to identify a body for them just as a formality. He told you that their parole officer went to go see Inho at his home for their first meeting. He never showed up to the meeting so they made a house call but when they got in the house they found him dead. You didn't believe your father would do such a thing. There was no way your father would kill himself but when you got down to the morgue to confirm the body you broke down in heavy tears. You tried to run over to the table he laid on. "No! Papa!" You screamed. Your mother grabbed a hold of you. Officer Yong tried to have the coroner cover the body. He tried to help your mother take you back to the main hall. You dropped to your knees in tears. Your body was shaking, "How- did this happen?" You cried. "There were cuts to his wrist but we haven't found a suicide note." The officer said. "My ex husband was bipolar, he experienced manic episodes it's possible he didn't take his medication." You shook your head, "That doesn't make sense. Papa had manic episodes before, some where he was depressed but he never hurt himself." "I don't mean to speak out of turn but wasn't he recently charged with aggravated assault against you?" Officer Yong said "So you're saying he aggravated assaulted himself?" You shot back. Your mother patted your back and offered you another tissue before she looked back at the officer. He sighed and asked you if you knew of anyone that might want to hurt him but you didn't know of anyone your father knew outside of work. His coworkers preferred to keep away from him because of his attitude. It was looking like suicide was the only real option but it peaked the police's curiosity that he didn't leave a note. "Not everyone leaves a note to be quite honest and it's up to the coroner to determine whether or not the wounds on him were truly self inflicted." "Why did you call me here? If you already considered it to be suicide why bring me here to see that?" You cried. Officer Yong looked away with shameful eyes and your mother picked up on it. "Was my daughter a suspect?" She asked. You looked at her confused for a moment and then saw her stand up to ask Officer Yong the question again. You looked at the officer not even realizing that might've been a possibility. Officer Yong sighed and said, "I told you it was just a formality. We have to check." "Check to see if I staged my own father's suicide?" "You're the only one we could pin point that had a motive. After all, he assaulted you and had you in the hospital in a coma for three days." "He's still my father! I was the one to offer him the deal so he didn't go to jail. I dropped the charges for him. I never wanted him to die." You said. You couldn't get any angrier, you were only hurt. Officer Yong apologized but he had to ask you for an alibi. Thankfully you were with the boys around the time of death so anyone of them could've confirmed your whereabouts. While you were lucky enough to have someone confirm where you were, you were also angry. Why would your father suddenly take his life? It couldn't have been because he believed he didn't have anyone else. He had purposely kicked you out of his life. Why did he do this? You went home without your mother and crawled into bed. You tried to make yourself disappear into the sheets. You wanted to stay there and never leave. There was a knock on the door that you had ignored until you heard Junmyeon's voice from the other side. You didn't feel like moving to open it up for him though. You just texted him where the spare key was. You heard Lady meowing at him as he entered your bedroom. "Y/n? What's going on? Are you playing a game?" He asked. You felt the bed sink from his weight and he pulled the covers from off your head. You couldn't even look at him but he could tell from your look something was wrong. "What's wrong? Don't tell me your father came back to harrass you?" "My father's dead." You said weakly. "What?" "He killed himself." Junmyeon looked at you shocked and quite disturbed as well. A single tear floated from one eye and across the bridge of your nose. Junmyeon let out a pained sound. He sank down so he could see your face, "I'm sorry." He said. "I'm not meant to be happy am I?" "Why say that?" "Anytime I feel like I'm top of the world...something happens that has me crashing down. I don't want this anymore." "Want what exactly? " You heart panged so hard it felt like someone took a hammer to it. You felt like someone had crushed your spirit and was stealing your life force from you. You felt like you couldn't breathe. "I don't want this pain." "Then give it to me. Give me everything you have, I'll do what ever I can to take it away." You tried not to cry but the tears came down even more. Junmyeon wrapped his arms around you and you moved so close to him you could've sank into his body. You shook your head, "Everyone wants to protect me but it doesn't work. Seohyun might be right, I am just a weakling. I'm sick of all this trauma in my life." "Seohyun is a sadistic bitch that is only interested in hurting people for her own sake. She's wrong about you, there's nothing weak about you." Junmyeon argued. You stared into space as you laid there. Junmyeon wanted to help you, you knew he did but you weren't sure he could. Seohyun was right, your happiness was crashing down around you..... "Wait a minute." You blinked. You sat up as you thought about what Seohyun said to you at Uni. Was that a coincidence or was she telling you exactly what she had done? "That bitch." You whispered. "What? What did you just realize?" Junmyeon asked. You threw the covers off of you and jumped out of bed. You got your shoes back on and stormed out of the house. You asked him for Seohyun's address. He was hesitant on giving it to you but you were determined to get it from him no matter what. He could tell you were angry. He gave you the address and you took a cab all the way to her place. The butler answered the door when you two got there and you burst into the house walking right past him looking for Seohyun. "Song Seohyun get your ass down here and face me right now!" You yelled in the foyer. Junmyeon came to your side, "Y/N what's going on, what are we doing here?" Seohyun came downstairs, hair brushed over her shoulder wearing a red dress with a slit up the side and her shoulders exposed. She looked like she was ready to enjoy either a nice evening with a date or go to the club to choose her next victim. That smug smile on her face made you furious. Your hands balled into fists and as she descended to your level you said, "You did it didn't you? You're the reason my father killed himself." She chuckled, "Oh that poor fool went and did that to himself? He's as weak as you, maybe even more so. All because your mother had an affair with a woman." She chuckled even as your nails dug into your palms. Adrenaline pumped through you and red flashed past your eyes. Her smile needed to be erased. You felt a dangerous kind of anger towards her. The kind of anger that made a person kill. You tried to hold it back. Junmyeon grabbed your shoulder trying to calm you. "You're sick. You did all of this for what?" you seethed "Well I wouldn't have found it necessary if your little friend didn't have all my pictures erased. I told you I was going to take down your little kingdom princess. You're nothing. You think you're a smart little fox because you have Minseok behind you? Without any of them- you're just a pathetic little girl who's mommy didn't love her enough to stay." There was nothing holding you back anymore. You snapped and punched her across her jaw. She hit the floor with a hard thud, her hand went to her face and tears stung her eyes. She tried to exercise her jaw to release the pain. The butler threatened to call the police and you were close to telling him to do so. "What do you know about ANY of this! How could you even know about that affair?" You growled. She looked up at you with piercing hate in her eyes. She tried to grin again but it proved to be a little too painful for her. Her eyes shifted from you to Junmyeon as she said, "How do you think?" You looked back at Junmyeon in a painful shock. Junmyeon looked from Seohyun to you. He looked just as shocked as you. "You told her?" You asked. "The night he got drunk to be exact." She added salt in the wound. You turned back to her and snapped, "You say one more word and I swear to you the next punch I land will break your jaw." "You need to leave." The butler said. "No don't let her go, call the cops instead." She said standing up. You were about to hit her again and the butler was about to go make the call when a voice at the top of the stairs said, "There's no need." Everyone looked up and an older man descended the stairs. Seohyun called out to him, her father it seemed. He was cold towards her while she was trying to get comfort from him. He was staring you in the eyes, one hand in his pocket and the scar on the right corner of his lip made him look even more shady than you were sure he already was. "My daughter's actions towards you will be thoroughly punished I assure you. You've done enough in my home however, I'll have to ask you to leave." He said. "But Appa-" "You will not say another word!" He yelled at her, she jumped, startled that her father spoke to her so aggressively, "You've done enough damage already. Now please-- show yourselves out." Mr. Song turned away from you and grabbed Seohyun by the back of her neck practically dragging her into another room. It briefly reminded you of how your father would sometimes reprimand you. Junmyeon stepped up and touched your shoulder begging you to leave, you swatted his hand away, "DON'T you touch me." You stalked out of the Song home, Junmyeon following behind you pleading with you to listen to him. You were hurt, the one person you loved betrayed you. You had a slight hope that your father might one day see you as his daughter again but that possibility had been erased by the carelessness of Junmyeon's drunken lips and Seohyun's vindictive heart. Your mother wanted to form a relationship with you and even if that was something worth looking forward to, no matter how many times you tried to grab onto happiness it always seemed like your life was hitting you hard with blunt force trauma... Boss Squad: @royalpandajedi @Fromblue2u @Queenpandabunny @marrickej33 @BBxGD @Starbell808 @MelissaGarza @liyahboon Fans: @elishafisher @JaxomB @EXOahjummafan @StefaniTre @Yugykookie97 @dalenalw KISS Squad @BabydollBre, @QueenyCrossGene, and @BTSMicDrop Lip glosses @EXOahjummafan @Starbell808 @QueenPandaBunny @divanicola05 @MelindaL @MelissaGarza
GaLe💙 Drunken Aftermath😏
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I Fall
Requested by @BTSMicDrop Kai x Reader It was our third date. He was shy and sexy and...heavens above, why wouldn't he hold my hand. Kai was polite, he opened doors, he pulled chairs out. The man brings flowers and he won't even hold my hand. Was there some issue with me? Was I being friendzoned and he just didn't want to tell me? WHAT WAS WRONG WITH ME? "You're cute when you space out." His voice is velvet and brings me back. "I'm sorry." I right myself, clearing my throat ",Dinner was lovely, thank you." I've made this awkward. "Should we get you home? I remember you said you had work in the morning and I don't want to keep you to late." Before I can answer, a crack of thunder rattles the building. "We should definitely get home." Within minutes we're walking to the car but never make it in time as the skys open and the rain falls. We're drenched by the time we both curl into the seats of his car and the heater is blasting. "Sorry about that. Should've just called a car instead. The rain didnt ruin your dress did it?" So polite. "No, it didn't." The car is driving and the rain is heavy, so heavy. The lines on the roadway seem to disappear. The car slides just slightly before Kai corrects it. "I need to pull over. We can wait this out until it's lightened up." We're stuck on the side of the road in a tsunami. What a way to end a date or was it just hanging out? Was he so worried to get me home so he could end this little charade of dating? Then... I remember the moment. It was slow motion and yet so fast. He moved, leaning in, his hands reaching for me. My hand reaching for him. I watched the water drip from his hair, a reminder of the sudden downpour that struck us as we went to the car. I watched the windows inch with fog with the atmosphere change. I watched as my fingers splayed out across his chest as he leaned closer. His heart beat fast, he paused for half a second. I should say no. I should stop this before it starts. I should stop before.... I. Fall. The world crashes, the rain booms on the car and my hand fists in his shirt. His hands meets my cheeks and pull me in. Our eyes close and suddenly we are a mixer of lips and tongues and teeth. . . . . @kpopandkimchi @StarishaRichard @KaeliShearer @jenjenkhreim @naydelinrm @MichelleIbarra @jader @StephaniePoore @H8rt4u @Dabaesaplayer @jojojordy2324 @CreeTheOtaku @Ercurrent @Kpossible4250 @Alyessiazavala @BrendaValdez @Zyxzj @VKookie47 @VivianYang @Caky @sarahdarwish @KeziahWright @staceyholley @reyestiny93 @unnieARMkeY @KellyOConnor @TracyLynnn @JessicaFigueroa @BrookeStam @Starbell808 @SusiBosshammer @jjg97 @MayraCastro @QueenyCrossGene @VeronicaArtino @GreciaFlores @Maddie27 @CheyenneJessee @shellyfuentes70 @CheyanneLindsey @JasminMartinez @FannyWard @mitchix5 @ItatiSanchez @Defy24601 @OliviaZenger @lilbr0wneyes @ChelseaJay @ShinoYuki @AraceliJimenez @KarlythePanda66 @JaeneashaJones @rcuero @mjenifferjm9 @Ilikepancakes @BtsIsLife @aleciaLOVES @Kyokeo @MorleeCorielus @ESwee @krin @azura4495
Trauma Ch.11
Who: Reader x Kim Junmyeon What: Angst, Romance, Smut Story: You're just two trauma filled people trying to live normal lives... but trauma is a bitch Y/N's POV "Wait a minute, I'm a little confused. Start from the beginning." You said. Your mother looked at Junmyeon than you again. She sighed and her thumbs toyed with each other as she started to explain her story. "Haejin and I were very close in high school. We had a brief moment where we kissed and that's what started it all. Our generation wasn't very accepting of those kinds of relationships so, when we graduated we decided to end our secret affair. We went to different colleges and started our own lives-" "So when did you two decide to hook back up? Before or after you got pregnant with us?" You asked. There was spite in your voice, you were angry and annoyed with her. Being able to face her was both therapeutic and upsetting. You always envisioned her living a grander life, having a new husband and a new family. You always wondered if you had disappointed her, if you weren't enough for her but here she was in front of you looking the opposite of what you imagined or even remembered. Your mother had class, and smarts, she had an alluring smile that was magnifying. When everyone said you looked like your mother, you felt it was the biggest compliment to you because she was the most beautiful woman you knew. Now, as you looked at her face: old, worn, tired with half life and watching her sit slightly hunched over you felt disgrace and pity. You didn't want to be compared to her and as you listened to her story you wanted even less to be known as her daughter. "When you were four, Haejin spotted me in Itaewon. We rekindled our friendship. We caught up and talked about our families and as time went by, those feelings showed themselves again. I don't think they ever went away. We just knew it wasn't possible. We knew it was wrong but- we loved each other." She said. "I remember her coming over and you two talking alot. It seemed like a normal friendship even when Papa wasn't around." "If you had seen us, even by accident, I wouldn't have been able to explain it to you. I knew your father would be hurt if he found out and children are prone to slipping up. You once told your father she was over the house could you imagine how he would've reacted if he knew about the affair?" "Gee, I don't know. Perhaps he would've tried to kill you kinda like he tried to kill me two weeks ago." She looked at you wide eyed. Her hand went to her heart and you felt yourself cringe from her reaction. Despite it being genuine, you felt like her concerns for you weren't real enough. "Inho tried to kill you? How is that possible he adored you?" "But he hates you!" You snapped. "You left him, us , without a trace, without a fucking reason Seol; what did you expect? He's bipolar and he was hurt and everytime he looked at me he saw you. He saw the woman that broke his heart, that abandoned him. The woman who took vows to stand beside him for life and just threw it to the fucking wind. He hated me for looking like you so for fifteen years I was caught in between my father's war of loving me as his daughter and hating me as yours. He went off his meds, back and forth from dotting father to raging asshole. All so I didn't repeat the cycle. I couldn't turn out like you. I couldn't leave him because he wouldn't survive, because of the selfish decisions you made, my childhood was a living hell." "Y/N I'm sorry." She said. Her voice scratched like she was trying to hold back tears. She almost sounded pathetic but you were too upset to even care how she felt. You didn't think she had the right. You stood up ready to leave but she cried out for you. "Y/N let me explain please." You whipped around stalking up towards her, your eyes burned with tears threatening to spill over but even more anger and hatred towards her spilled out. "Explain what? Explain how all this time you were a twenty five minute train ride away? Explain why you didn't call or visit? Explain why you never said a fucking word and just walked out on me! I was your own flesh and blood and you abandoned me to a wolf!" Junmyeon stood up and grabbed you; he held you tightly to him. Your chest heaved up and down and you willed all your emotion to stay down, to just wait until she couldn't see how much your heart was breaking. As angry as you were with your mother, deep down you wanted to forgive her. You wanted her to have a good reason why she disappeared, one worth accepting so that as you lost your father you gained your mother. When the trees bloomed in spring, she would take you to the park, you two would walk around and she'd ask you what you saw in the park. You watched clouds together and visited the Han river at night. When it snowed, she would have a snowball fight with you and drink hot chocolate with you under blankets while you all watched movies. Your early life was filled with childhood memories you clung to because they were beautiful and distant. They seemed untouchable but it was all you ever desired. You lived with hope you'd have your family back one day and when that hope died you just wanted your father to love you. All you ever wanted was someone to love you and it felt like your cat might've been the only one truly did. You calmed down and pulled away from Junmyeon but when you looked up at him you realized something...he cared about you. You two slept together but it wasn't just sex, if it was, why would he do all of this: comfort you and go with you to visit your estranged mother. Someone that wasn't invested wouldn't do this. Yet, you were afraid that you weren't capable of a healthy love; you didn't really know what that was. You were subservient to Heechul, was that why he cheated? You held your own secrets from him, you kept him locked out but you were at his beck and call. Minseok was always your friend, staying close to you, making sure you were alright but there was never anything romantic between you two. You didn't really understand what it meant to be in love. You looked back at your mother, calm now and Junmyeon had you sit back down. "I left because I felt guilty for Haejin's death. In the midst of our affair, her husband started to suspect that she was cheating with another man. She was afraid of his temper but she also loved you," she looked to Junmyeon. He didn't look like he wanted to hear much about his mother. Perhaps she read that on his face because she looked back to you. "Haejin thought it was best if we just went back to our normal lives. We had families we had to end it. Haejin wanted to get back home early that night but I begged her to stay a little longer. We slept together and then she left. That was the last time I saw her." She said. "They had a fight the night before she died." Junmyeon said putting pieces together. "I think he became so convinced about her affair that he tried to drag the truth out of her. It's possible she confessed to the affair or even confessed she was sleeping with a woman but if I didn't ask her to stay- if I hadn't coaxed her into staying later she might still be alive. The guilt ate away at me for three years, I was living with my own family and hers had fallen apart. I couldn't live with myself, I needed a new start so I decided to leave, I didn't tell your father because he would've chased me. I knew how much he loved me he would've fought for me but that only meant I would break his heart more in the process because I didn't love him." "So why didn't you take me?" "Because you were a reminder of the life I was trying to leave behind. You tied me to your father and I had to cut the tether to escape. But, the pain of my sins are like heavy weights forcing me to the ground." "You can't take the blame for other people's actions." you said annoyed. "Isn't that what you're doing to me? Blaming me for what your father has done." "No I'm blaming you for the choices you made. You knew dad was bipolar so you knew the risks of leaving him abruptly. You didn't love him yet everyday you pretended you did, you broke his heart. As my mother, you were responsible for protecting me and you didn't. I don't blame you for the abuse, he's the one that hit me but I do blame you for starting the chain of events that led to it. Your actions were reckless and you never once stopped to consider who you were affecting in the process you didn't care. Out of all the decisions you made, I blame you the most for not choosing me." You said. "I did choose you. I thought you were safe with your father." "You thought I was safe with the mentally ill man that you knew wasn't even responsible enough for taking his own medication. I remember that mom, you counting his pills and crushing them in his drinks. You assumed everything would be fine, you hoped it would be fine so he could assume the role that you no longer wanted. If that was the case you should've never had me in the first place.... You chose your grief over your own daughter. For ten years, I adored you as much as I adored papa, I moved in you. For nine months, your womb was my home and even that connection wasn't enough for you to pick me. What your responsible for is robbing me of a decent childhood by leaving me with a man with a mental illness. That's what I blame you for and your refusal to recognize that what you did was more destructive than how you could've handled it is what's going to keep us from ever being together. I thought papa was the only family I had left... Now it's clear to me I really have no one." You and Junmyeon stood up and you headed for the door. You reached the front only to look back and see Junmyeon handing Seol the picture of his mother. He found out a lot too which meant you both needed time to process. You and Junmyeon went back to Seoul in silence; you both held hands and leaned on each other for comfort on the train. Junmyeon saw you home even though his place was closer to the train station. You both stood at your front door in silence for a moment. Junmyeon couldn't bring himself to look at you. You gave a bitter laugh and said, "Don't tell me you're blaming me too." He looked up at you like he had come out of a daze. "What? What would I blame you for?" He asked. "For being that women's daughter. She had just as much of a hand in destroying your family as she did mine and I look like her-" He kissed you, his movement to your lips was swift, he cupped your face between his thumb and forefinger and his lips were soft against yours. When he pulled away you looked at him almost like a puppy. "I'm not your father Y/N. I'm not like him at all. There's just a lot we found out today. I need- we both need to sort through what we learned." You agreed but you partly wondered if he was already pulling away from you. You walked into the house but you noticed as soon as you unlocked the door he was already walking away. A part of you regretted asking him to come along. You thought about everything that happened though, you were just as guilty of pulling away from him as well. You two were doing this dance of getting close and pulling away. So many things from your past made it complicated to keep a proper relationship. When you were with Heechul, hiding your past and your father's abuse was easy. It was something that you had done all your life. Junmyeon was aware of everything, being this open with someone that wasn't Minseok was new. Your fear that he was with you because he knew your trauma had subsided and was replaced with the fear that he didn't want to be with you because you were your mother's daughter. He said that he wasn't anything like your father but you felt him moving space between you two. .... You were at Cheong Jin Ok, despite not having a hangover you ordered the hangover cure anyway. You spun a coin on the table while you waited. Only three days had passed since you and Junmyeon discovered so much about your mothers and it was still hard to process everything. You weren't bothered by the fact that she was in love with Haejin; what bothered you was that they had an affair. They could've just left their husbands. Though, you started to wonder how well that would've gone for Haejin. It sounded as though Junmyeon's father had exhibited abusive behavior long before he killed his mother. It made some sense, he didn't just go mad and kill her because she had an affair unless he was already the type to get dangerously aggressive. He did this when Junmyeon was seven, you wondered just how much of his father's abuse he remembered. You wondered if he ever even saw it. You were lost in your own thoughts when someone sat down in front of you. It took you a moment to realize it but you looked up to see Heechul smiling at you. For a moment, it reminded you of when you two first met. He had that glow about him, all kinds of charisma but there was a slight reminder of your father in him. The way you felt like you could never make him happy. That you were never really enough to begin with. You wondered if he ever loved you, you were...infatuated with him. Maybe it was the same for him, but what made him captivated with you? "Boo." He said with a soft smile. "Boo." "What are you doing here alone? Couldn't find a date?" Heechul was always a little too harsh. He may have meant it as a joke but it pierced through you a little. "Didn't really want one." you answered. The waiter stopped by and placed your hangover cure in front of you. The waiter asked Heechul if he was ready to order and he informed him he wasn't getting anything, much to your relief. You half expected him to try and turn this into an awkward kind of date. "You don't look like you need a hangover cure." he said. "I don't but at the same time I do." "Where's that guy that's always attached to you. Junmyeon, right?" "I don't know probably at home or hanging out with the guys.... He's not always attached to m-you think he's always attached to me?" Heechul chuckled, he rested his chin in his hand as he looked at you. "He was there everyday while you were in the hospital. Right by your bed side; he was pissed off I even showed up to see you." "You came to see me?" Your voice projected more hope and happiness than you meant it to. It was a given the Junmyeon by your side at the hospital; you figured he wanted to make sure you were safe because of everything that happened. He was the first one you saw when you woke up, he even kissed you. Heechul coming to see you in the hospital meant something to you, the feeling of not being wanted felt a little less heavier than before. That rose a question in you that you never thought to ask before, "Why did you even go out with me?" You asked. His eyebrows rose like he wanted to know where that question came from but then he sank his chin down in his hand and puffed up his cheek. You could tell he was thinking but for a moment his eyes wandered off and you wondered if he was ever going to answer your question. Normally, you wouldn't even talk to him, any one that hurt you, you kicked them out of your life. Although, your most recent revelation that you did the same thing your father did when your mother left made you realize you were following the same path. You still had your reservations when it came to Heechul but you were trying to resolve your problems not create more. Part of that resolution was facing them. "You're really cute." Heechul said. He wasn't even looking at you when he said it. He finally turned to look at you though and you just blinked at him. You could feel a blush rising up once again reminding you of when you two first met. He smiled at your look and said, "You've got big eyes and a really pretty smile. You've got this gravitational pull about you that makes it hard to not want to get close." "But you never got close." "I tried- you wouldn't let me. Minseok was your go to person and that was annoying to me because you were a different person with him, he knew secrets that as your boyfriend I think I should've known. Or at least you could've trusted me with. The more you kept me out the more frustrating it was." "Is that why you cheated?" He got quiet for a moment. Neither one of you talked about it. You never talked about your relationship the way you should've. No wonder it never worked out between you. If he hadn't hit you back, you might've forgave him, you might've gone back to him if he said he wanted you. Instead, you tried pushing everyone out. Siwon and Ryeowook were hard to push out though, when you saw Siwon again you couldn't push him away. It felt too good to know that he was really your friend. You never really seemed to lack friends in your life, you were lucky enough for that. So was it completely impossible for you to "fall in love?" "I cheated because I wasn't satisfied by you." You felt like he just threw a rock at your head. Even though you were offended by that, you did consider that the only reason you ever slept with him most times was because he wanted to have sex. "Next time just take a knife and stab me in the chest, it would hurt a lot less." You said sarcastically. He laughed, "Look, I didn't mean it to hurt your feelings but the truth is that you weren't connected with me. You were always somewhere else. It didn't even seem like you enjoyed it so I felt like I was just screwing a doll." "Geeze do you have to describe it like that?" You both laughed together and it seemed to be a good genuine moment that would lead to some healing. You still needed time but Heechul might not be so bad to hang around again. You enjoyed your time with him at the bar. As you two talked, he made some comments that annoyed you and ones that made you laugh but it reminded you a lot of the initial bliss when you two first hooked up. "Why did you come here alone anyway?" He asked suddenly. "Umm. I just kinda wandered in." You said. Heechul had followed you out of the restaurant and was walking with you down the street. "More secrets huh?" He teased. "It's the truth. I was just walking around lost in thought and my stomach started grumbling so I walked in to eat. What were you doing in there alone?" "I wasn't in there to begin with, I just saw you in there and decided to annoy you." "What's up with you guys always wanting to annoy me?" You smiled. Heechul pushed his finger into your cheek making you laugh. He claimed it was fun seeing your different expressions. He liked your eyes, your father liked them too. That's why he loved your mother, her eyes were expressive and large. He used to describe them like large black holes pulling you in against your will. It was the one advantage you had to never being alone. It didn't seem like either of you had a destination but you stayed together for the majority of the day, even as the clouds began to roll in. You forgot about what it was like dating him, this seemed like a newer experience to you, although, deep down you missed Junmyeon. His radio silence was disturbing and your trial with your father was coming up soon. "So what's up with you and that guy anyway? He ask you out yet?" Heechul asked. "Why do you want to know?" "Just wondering is all. It's obvious he's in love with you." You chuckled, "What?" "Oh I forgot it's obvious to everyone but you." You stopped in your tracks. You grabbed his hand to stop him and looked at him curiously. "Did he tell you that?" You asked. Heechul laughed, "He didn't have to it's obvious. Not to mention he hates when I come around. I have a sneaking suspicion it has more to do with the fact that I'm your ex rather than that I hit you. Which, I suppose I never apologized for." He took your hand in his and kissed the back of it before he cupped your cheek with the other hand. "I'm truly sorry for hurting you, not just physically but emotionally as well. I'm an asshole but you know this by now." He said. You burst out laughing and swatted his hand away from your cheek. "You really are an ass, but I suppose I can forgive you just this once. Just don't go taking advantage of my kindness." "As an asshole I can't promise that." You rolled your eyes but he laughed at you. You two started walking again but you brought up what he said before. "So you really believe he's in love with me?" You said. "You know if you were an anime character you'd have little sparkles in your eyes right now." "Heechul." "Yes, he likes you. He's in love with you, in an annoying capacity actually. From what I've heard you two already slept together, if that was all he wanted from you then he wouldn't have gone through all the trouble he went through " That may have been true but you wondered if he still felt the same after everything he had learned. You hadn't attempted to call him because you wanted to give him time. You thanked Heechul and gave him a hug before running off but you heard him asking you what he did to be thanked for. You headed to Minseok's place hoping to find Junmyeon there. You knocked on the door and Jongin answered. He welcomed you in. "Is Junmyeon here?" You asked. He shrugged, "I don't know I just woke up. Let's see." Jongin knocked on the Junmyeon's door with you standing behind him. Junmyeon opened the door just enough to poke his head out. He was shirtless which seemed like the norm for him when he was home and in his room. When he saw you, his eyes got wide though, "Y/N what are you doing here?" He asked. "I wanted to talk to you. Can I come in?" Junmyeon looked back in his room and then back at you making you feel like he was hiding something. You stepped up to the door, "Junmyeon is someone in the room with you," "Uh-" You put your hand on the door and looked at him. You heard a snicker from behind the door and adrenaline rushed through you. You looked at Junmyeon hoping he'd tell you the truth but you doubted it. "Listen, it's really not what you think." "Then open the door. Show me it's not what I think." He looked almost hopeless and he sighed defeated. He let his hand down so he could stop guarding the door. He opened it more for you to see Seohyun sitting on his bed. You stepped in looking at her disappointed. Was heartbreak all you'd ever know in this world? Was nothing kind to you? You looked to Junmyeon with tears brimming, "Then what is this, Junmyeon?" "We were just talking." He said "In your room, with the door shut and no shirt on? She's your ex isn't she?" "Calm down Y/N-" You raised your hand to stop Seohyun from talking. You were locking eyes with Junmyeon even as you said to her, "I wasn't talking to you." Junmyeon looked down at his feet. Was he playing you all this time? A thousand different things ran in your head but the first thing that came out of your mouth was, "Did you sleep with her?" He looked guilty which made you feel like throwing up. You hurried out of the house, Junmyeon called after you. You felt the first soft drops of rain coming down, rain you weren't expecting even though the soft gray clouds had taken over the sun. You heard Junmyeon calling after you and you hurried, running down the street but he was faster. He caught onto your arm and turned you around so you could look at him. The rain was pouring now, it picked up so quickly, you both were drenched, hair sticking to your faces. "Let me go!" you yelled. "Y/N listen to me." "No!" You cried. You banged your fist on his chest crying, "I hate you. Why did you make me believe you cared about me? Why did you do this?" "I do care about you. Y/n I got drunk last night. I don't even remember how I got home let alone if me and Segun slept together." "Why did you get drunk? Why did you look so guilty?" "Because I knew how it looked. I don't know if me and Seohyun did anything and to be honest I highly doubt we did. I got drunk because I couldn't process all of this information about my mother-" "You do hate me for looking like that woman don't you?" You tried to pull away from him but his grip was firm on your shoulders. He cupped your face, "Y/N I don't hate you. None of what happened was your fault. You're not your mother I know that." "But I look like her, that's all you'll ever see. The woman that destroyed your family." You looked him in the eyes. Your vision blurred a little and you tried to wipe your eyes clear. You felt like someone was ripping your heart out. "Y/N, I'm in love with you." Junmyeon confessed. "How can you mean that? How am I supposed to believe you, when ever I get vulnerable around you, anytime I'm ready to take a risk she shows up. " "You're the only one I want." "How do you know?" He crashed his lips onto yours kissing you hard and feverishly. Your lips molded with his as he deepened the kiss so much it was like he was trying to become one with you. His hands came to your neck then your waist pulling you into his body so that the idea of space didn't even exist. The taste of his lips, the fever of his kiss, he burned himself into your flesh and awakened a Phoenix fire like never before. Your heart jumped, skipped and leapt. It fluttered and wailed and every tear you cried out of sadness became happier. Happier than you had ever been before. "I don't want to live without you." He said against your lips. You looked him in the eyes. His thumbs wiped away tears. His white shirt was soaking and sticking to him showing the lines of his chest and abs. Your hands touched his chest, they memorized the muscles as if it would be the last time you'd ever touch them. "Then stay with me. Don't see her, don't let her near you." You begged. He kissed you once more, softly, letting his lips linger on yours. His tongue slow waltzing in your mouth. He breathed you in, and despite how cold the rain was making you, the heat of his kiss kept you warm on the inside. "Do you love me?" He asked. His eyes were half closed, he kept your face close to his, his hands still cradling your face. You looked at him with dewy eyes, and smiled. "I do... I'm in love with you, I always have been." He was overcome with happiness and scooped you up in one more deep kiss. You broke it to pull away and took his hand. You ran with him to your apartment, pouring rain and all.... Boss Squad: @royalpandajedi @Fromblue2u @Queenpandabunny @marrickej33 @BBxGD @Starbell808 @MelissaGarza @liyahboon Fans: @elishafisher @JaxomB @EXOahjummafan @StefaniTre @Yugykookie97 @dalenalw
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