The bunker was eerily quiet. Too quiet. The bunker had never been this quiet. Dean never like the quiet before. Sam watched the hollow figure of his brother walk around aimlessly around the bunker, a bottle of Jack in his hand, and the other running through his hair. HIs chest heaved heavily, like he carried all the burden of the world on his shoulders. And in a way he was.
It was the break of dawn when Dean mumbled something about going for a drive. Sam frowned, thinking about the amount of alcohol he had consumed throughout the day, but he realized that the bottle in his brother’s hand was the same one was the one he saw him holding since yesterday. He took little sips here and there, but he didn’t even finish one bottle. Before Sam could even blink his brother had disappeared, leaving the bunker.
Dean drove aimlessly around, appreciating the endless roads. His mind was entirely on Y/N, and how much she had suffered in such a short period of time. He thought about the idea that you don’t know what you have until it’s gone, and sighed. He always thought he appreciated everything he was given enough. Being a hunter was a tough job, and it made them appreciate the little things in life even more. Clearly, he had forgotten how to. Dean thought about all the women in his life- specifically, Lisa. He thought about how much he had loved her, and how easy it was to love her, and to fit into her apple-pie life. He wondered how or why it was so hard for him to do the same with Y/N. How could he have cheated on her? What in the world had driven him to cheat on her was beyond him, but he needed to know. He needed divulge into this part of him, so he can ask for forgiveness properly. It was then that Dean began to analyze their relationship.
Sam watched his brother through the crack of his opened door. He was kneeling over the bed, head in his hands.
Cas was there in a heartbeat, both of them watching Dean Winchester- the man who had defeated darkness, stopped the apocalypse, and claim to have never believed in God, pray. Sam pulled the angel away from his room, and led them to the kitchen.
“Dean is praying,” Cas said plainly. “He’s never prayed to anyone, but me.”
“Yea.” Sam nodded, letting out a sigh. His heart was breaking for his brother and best friend. “They’re going through the unimaginable.”
Dean walked in the kitchen, a hand running over his face. “I’m going to talk to her,” he said gruffly. His voice had not been used in a long time. He stared at Sam, and it was only then that he realized his older brother was asking for permission to talk to her.
“You should leave the door open,” Sam suggested, knowing it was enough of an answer for his brother.
He nodded, making his way to your room, and knocking on it. If he noticed Sam following him, he didn’t say anything. “Y/N, it’s Dean. I’m coming in.” He left the door ajar, just like Sam suggested, and made his way to the side of the bed, sitting on the chair that Sam usually sits in when he tried talking to her. He sighed, running his hand over his face, just watching her stare at the ceiling, no emotions on her face whatsoever. There was a few minutes of silence, none of them knowing quite what to say. Dean took in a deep breath, finally saying the words he wanted to say since he first told her of his infidelity. “I know I don’t deserve you, Y/N, but if you can hear me out, that would be enough.” He took in a shaky breath, tears rolling down his face. “If I could spare our baby’s life. If I could trade your sister’s life for mine. They’d be here right now, and you would smile, and that would be enough.” He tried putting a hand on top of hers, feeling her flinch at his touch, and he quickly retracted his hand back. “I won’t pretend to know the challenges you’re facing,” he whispered, repeating her words to him when they had first met. “I know there’s no replacing what you’ve lost, and you need time. But I’m not afraid,” he choked on his tears, taking a deep breath before continuing. “But I’m not afraid. I know you. You’re my better half- so much more stronger than me. I know you can get through this- it’ll take some time, but just know that I will never leave you. Please, just let me stay by your side. That would be enough.” He finished his speech with a sob, rubbing his dark circles with the palm of his hands. “I’m not going to give up on you, Y/N. I’ll be here. I love you.”
✉ Could I request a Kyungsoo scenario where his best friend is in love with him behind the scenes, but he is in love with someone else. He isn’t really sure what to do so he asks for his best friend’s help and she agrees because she wants what is best for him. The situation repeats again after Kyungsoo and his girlfriend break up. Eventually somehow Kyungsoo finds out about his best fruend’s secret infatuation and slowly falls in love with her. Is that okay, author-nim? Please and thank you! >///< ❝When I read this request, I knew
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Everyone has dreams and everyone has visions of where they see themselves in the future. However, that doesn’t mean that’ll come true or anything like that, no matter how badly they might want it. Whether if it was wealth, health or…love. In this case, in your case, it was like hopelessly shooting a love arrow
at someone who had a wall built up around them, someone who had their heart
sealed up and there was no way to approach them in the very least. It was hard
living everyday where you pretend things are alright, things are just fine and
that things are going to be okay.
When you know deep down in your
gut, it was not going to be okay.
So you gave another smile for
today, nodding at anyone who greets you, replying them politely with that came
your way – it was the same old thing. That phrase… if you fake a smile long
enough, maybe one day it’ll be genuine? When will it work for you? You were
mindlessly holding onto that phrase, a certain quote you’ve read from probably
the internet but you’ve yet to feel if the smile you were giving to everyone
was real – whether it was authentic.
You could’ve fooled anyone,
yourself even, but not…
“One of those days again?” A
voice cooed into your ears, perking your ears as your eyes gazed up to meet
with a pair of eyes, warmly smiling at you as he held out a piece of candy, “Maybe
this would help.”
“You know I don’t eat those,”
You muttered out with a small smile, receiving the candy in your hand before
reaching your hand into your locker to place it in a cup filled with assorted
flavors of candies – all given by the same person. He shrugged and smiled, eyes
bright as ever, voice so sweet he could melt you down, “Well, I thought I’d try
again—and again, and again—“
“I think I get it,” You laughed,
waving a hand at him before you closed your locker, following his cue to lean
against it as you stood side by side with him.
Oh, how rude.
He was Kyungsoo, Do Kyungsoo. He
was the kind of guy you’d see in class, following the rules because he had to
and because he just wanted to continue
with high school before he’d leave without any problems. Any friends he
made with were just temporary but with you, he assured that you both will go a long way. However, that still doesn’t
differ the fact that he’s fallen head over heels for another girl – and you
could tell. You weren’t dense and you were actually observant for a girl your
You’ve seen the way he looks at
someone else and you didn’t know if he knows that that’s the way you’re looking
at him all this while. Whether he was oblivious, playing dumb or just ignoring
everything, you weren’t too sure. But you can’t lie to say that you wanted to
know because you didn’t know if your heart could take that.
No, your heart was too fragile
So when Kyungsoo asks for help,
help for you to get him ready for his first date with her, what do you do?
No, I can’t help you.
Right. That’s not what happened.
S-Sure… I… I’m free tonight.
That’s the right one – the painful
“So, shall we get going?”
Your eyebrow rose, turning to
look at him as he turned to do the same for you, “Where to?”
He smiled, as if he wasn’t
already doing enough to make your stomach churn with the amount of butterflies
roaming around, even standing this close to him felt like a dream – an everyday
dream that you’d only wake up to, the only person you look forward into seeing,
“Well, you don’t expect me to accept your help without treating you, right? C’mon!”
He reached down to hold onto your hand, not taking accord that your heart was
rapidly thumping against your chest, threatening to burst from your ribcage –
no, he didn’t.
And Kyungsoo will never, ever
“So… How do I look?” He asked as
he stepped out from the bedroom, his whole appearance perfect as if he had just
walked out from a magazine. His hair combed back, emphasizing on the beautiful
forehead he owned, his skin pale white, glowing as he looked dashing. His dark
eyes that could pierce into anyone’s soul but you knew how deep they were and
how lost you could get in them if you stared too long. His long arms, torso wrapped
with a dark, maroon colored dress shirt that he buttoned up nicely. He followed
your words and matched it with a black pair of slacks, tucking it in with a
white belt to seal the deal – perfection was the only word you’d ever need to
describe Do Kyungsoo.
“Good?” He bit his lower lip,
unsure if he looked right for the occasion.
You stood up from the sofa,
beckoning over with a hand. He nearly tripped over his own foot and you wanted
to laugh but you couldn’t – not when you knew he was going to be in the arms of
someone else. And the fact that you were doing this, it’s like you were putting
the gun at your head – and you were going to pull the trigger, too.
“Your collar isn’t done right,”
You breathed out softly, your eyes focused on making it done right as your
hands naturally went over to fix it. His eyes fixated on you, seeing how truly
genuine you are in helping him. When you were done, you took a step back and
grinned (you tried, you really did) with your eyes looking up to his, “You’re
“Thanks,” He smiled, ruffling
your hair with a tinge of playfulness.
“You’re welcome,” You responded,
with a tinge of sadness that he’ll never sense.
“She said yes! We’re officially
dating!” He nearly shouted, unable to contain himself since there were only the
two of you here at the park and he was literally oozing with joy. His arms
engulfed you in, dragging you into this everlasting embrace that you’d want to
stay in – and you felt jealous because you weren’t the lucky lady to be
entering this every day, anytime you wanted to – that wasn’t you.
Your arms weakly reached up,
head nearly dizzy from the sudden act of affection that wasn’t really affection
at all to him, “C-Congratulations, Kyungsoo-yah.”
He grinned and hugged you
tighter, his smile so wide you thought he wanted to cut the sky, “It’s all
thanks to you! Thank you for your help!”
You choked on your words, on
your thoughts as you thought of how you wanted to reply him.
That’s cool, have a good life ahead of you?
What do you actually say in this
situation when you felt like you were about to break?
Instead, you didn’t say
anything, just appreciating you got to hold him this close before you let him
go to someone else, enter the arms of someone who had the chance, the privilege,
the golden opportunity in loving him.
Actually, cancel that. He wasn’t
yours to begin with and you weren’t letting him go.
And you were already broken. It’s
just that you’ve got broken…again.
Two weeks, two months, six
months, that amount of time had passed and you’ve still haven’t been able to
get your mind on track. Thoughtless thoughts filling your mind, empty words,
tired laughs – a broken heart, nothing seemed to make sense to you, really.
Everyday felt like you were living in black and white but what else could you
You really did try to get your
life back on track and at the very least, you weren’t failing any classes. You’ve
became much quieter, talking less day by day but whenever that specific someone
rolls up, you’d just pull on that happy face he’d want to see.
Do you think he’d want to listen
to your emotions, listen to how you truly feel?
You’d rather not even go there, somewhere
as dark, painful and horrifying, you couldn’t possibly imagine revealing all of
that to Kyungsoo.
When he comes and walks up to
you, hand in hand with her, you’d smile. You’d continue the conversation but if
there was any chance to just leave, you would. Words of yeah, who would’ve known that you two would be together would be
mentioned and sure, you’d say I’m so
happy for you guys, you two look cute together! And only if he knew how
pained you felt, how a deep scar would be etched on your heart each time you
muttered such lie – was it selfish of you that you just wanted him for your
Was it bad that you were
confident that you could love him in a way no one could?
Was it wrong… to love someone
who loved someone else?
Another day ticked by and it was
another day you lied in bed, eyes closed shut as you wished everything could
disappear except Kyungsoo.
You didn’t want anything else,
you didn’t need anyone else.
“I’m glad that we’re still
friends, you know?”
Me too, but I don’t want to be just friends—
“It’s so cool how I can have a
girlfriend yet still have a best friend by my side,” He sighed in content,
turning to look at you as you lied down beside him on the grass. He had a tiny
smile on his face, reaching over to poke the side of your head, “Are you
“Mhm,” You hummed softly,
staring up to the beautiful sky as you tried, tried to calm your mind.
He noticed how you were dazing
off, mind somewhere else and he wanted to have a peek, “What are you thinking
To humor him, to muse him, you smiled
and turned to look at him, “I was thinking of the same thing.”
“That’s a relief.”
It’s really not, Kyungsoo.
Things were getting weird and
you could tell. Kyungsoo started talking to you more, he started to approach
you more like how he did before he got into a relationship. You understood that
when a person gets into a relationship, he tends to spend more time with his significant
other, someone who prompts to do the same but… she doesn’t.
She doesn’t look at Kyungsoo the
way he does for her and how much you hated the fact that she doesn’t appreciate
him enough but what you could do? Kyungsoo likes her and all you could do was
try to support him the best way you can.
But here you were, standing face
to face with her as she called you up to the rooftop of the school, needing to
talk to you urgently once school was over.
“I…I feel that Kyungsoo is just
annoying now,” She admitted desperately, her eyes unfazed as she stared at you,
as if she was someone that deserved the pity, “He’s so annoying with his love
letters,” I’d like that…
“His ridiculous good morning
texts always disturb my sleep-“
I used to get them…
“And I feel that it’ll be good
if you could help me—“
You couldn’t take it, you really
couldn’t. For someone who could usually hold her anger in properly, control her
temper without needing to light up a pitch fork, you’ve had enough. She, she’s the girl Kyungsoo likes? You were
starting to think if Kyungsoo picks the girls he likes with his eyes closed.
“Are you kidding me?” Your tone
went down an octave, eyes nearly pushing her off the edge as you pinned her
down with your stare.
Her eyes dilated with slight
concern, unsure of where this was going, “H-Hey, I was just—“
“Kyungsoo is someone you should
love with both hands, someone who deserves as much love as he gives out to and you’re that person who gets to have all
that love,” You shook your head with disgust, eyes nearly burning her, “And you’re trying to act as if he’s in the
wrong when all he’s trying to do is give you his world, give you that world
that people, anyone would dread to
She noticed how a tear rolled
down your cheek whilst you spoke, the waves of emotions took a toll on you and
you couldn’t look at her properly. She saw you shaking, trembling as your lips
quivered when you noticed the state you were in. She licked her lips, feeling
pitiful yet unaware of the true situation all this while, “Y-You… you like
Your eyes closed when you could
feel yourself breaking down – you needed to control yourself. Your mind kept
telling yourself to stop crying, to stop letting her see how weak you were and
to not show your emotions but you were too many words too late for that. Your
lips parted, unable to speak on the go but you were struggling – you needed to
let her know that—
“Just… please don’t break his
heart,” You breathed out shakily, finding the strength to open your eyes before
you turned your back on her, words soft as you whispered, “Kyungsoo is too
precious to break.”
Tuesday, great, another day that
you don’t like. Funny, people would usually hate on Monday but in your world,
Tuesday was the one getting all the hatred. You’d need to stay back in school
for God knows what reasons and the library was your friend for that. Usually…
usually you’d have Kyungsoo to accompany you but ever since, you know, he’s
never been that free lately.
Sure, he had time for casual
talks, random times over at your place but you’ve missed the times he dedicated
his time for you only.
As you settled down on the table,
a book opened as you were ready to dive into a world where you’d mute everyone
else off, a voice echoed into your ears despite the whole place being so quiet,
his tone hushed and it felt like a thousand kisses on your skin, “Still at the
same old place, huh?”
Your eyes hurriedly gazed up,
searching for that person you knew—
“It’s been a while, hm?” He
offered that smile he’d used to, a book in his hands as well as he got
comfortable opposite you.
You felt like this was a dream
and it felt so nostalgic as if someone was playing your memories from the past
to bring Kyungsoo back here, in front of you like how it was months back. Your
mouth felt gape, eyes widening as you blinked at him, “K-Kyung…”
“Hm?” He hummed softly, eyes
sparing you a look as he looked up from the book he barely got to start
“W-Why are you here?” You asked;
tone nervous, heart palpating, palms sweaty.
He feigned hurt, “Why? You don’t
want me here?”
You shook your head almost too
quick, sputtering out whatever that came into your mind, “N-No! It’s just that…
you’re usually… you know…”
He had a smile as an apology, as
if he was sorry for ever leaving you before he leaned forward, eyes staring
into your own – how long as it really been?
“Well… we’re not together
anymore, so… I guess you’re stuck with me.”
And even though you instantly
got a grip on yourself, a wave of relief washing on you before you cracked a
joke about leaving him, you knew your heart wasn’t disappointed. He said
something about handcuffing himself to you
so you’d be with him regardless and you replied saying you could break it
off, you knew you would never do that if he truly did that.
Kyungsoo was back and he’s not
Three weeks – and everything felt like things
were finally falling back into place. He’d walk with you to lunch, sit with you
and talk to you about God knows what. He’d casually hold your hand whenever he’d
like, strolling at the park like a daily routine and he’d come over whenever he’d
like. He’d tell you to wait for him before you’d walk home alone because he
said that girls like you should never be left to walk alone. When you’d joke
and say that he’s already done that for a while before he came back, he felt sorry
but all you did was laugh it off and punch him on the shoulder.
Today, on the walk back home, it
felt like it was perfect once more.
Just that, he had to bring up, “H-Hey,
I need your help with something.”
Your ears were on full attention,
turning to look at him as he held onto your books, “Hm?”
He was nervous but he managed to
get what he wanted to say across, “T-There’s this girl I like and… I was
wondering if you could—“
No. No no no…
“—help me in getting dressed
again? I’m pretty bad at this.”
Even though your insides were
screaming at you, pulling at your hair inwardly as you wanted to swallow your
tongue so you had no choice but not
to answer him, you gave a meek nod and looked away, “S-Sure.”
Kyungsoo had broken you once
When he was all set and out of
the door, it felt like another deep stab in your heart, it felt too cruel to
have fallen in love with someone like him. You wanted what’s best for him and
you understood that if the best wasn’t you, you’d understand well…
But again? Once more?
You had thoughts that maybe you’d
have a chance, that you’d have him for real… but maybe that wasn’t the case.
You didn’t even dare to ask him what happened with the previous girl because
you knew you’d feel bad because of what you had said. Even though you didn’t do
much in breaking them apart, you were only concerned for Kyungsoo and his
feelings, his heart.
What’s the point when he wouldn’t
do the same for yours?
There he goes out looking
handsome, looking perfect for someone else. There he goes letting himself go
out to another person to call him their own – there he goes breaking your heart
Maybe it just wasn’t meant to
be. Maybe it just wasn’t fate for you two to be together.
Maybe it was your fate to not be
loved by Do Kyungsoo.
Two knocks came on the door and
you felt yourself stiffening at the fact that he might have forgotten
something. You grabbed a few tissues, dabbing on your face before disposing
them into a dustbin in a rushed manner before running to the door, adjusting
yourself before you opened the door. There he was, doe eyed as he stared at
you, unable to speak properly at the sight of your red eyes, puffed up and
He licked his lips nervously,
stepping in, “W-Why are you crying?”
You shook your head, ignoring
his question, “Did you forget something?”
His face expression changed, dark
and serious but all behind the intention of caring for you, “Don’t ignore my
question,” He spoke in a firm tone, as if you were obligated to answer him as
he entered your home, closing the door behind him delicately before approaching
you as you shifted back to walk away from him. It was then that you turned your
back on him, unable to look at him, “What did you forget?”
It took you a while and it sure
took you some time but it seems like your mind couldn’t process the words he
“I forgot to tell you that you
were my date.”
He thought you were going to
scream at him, shout and let all out the pain but all you did was spin around,
reaching for him the best way you can before you started to sob in his arms. He
held you tight, feeling your ragged breathing against his chest, tears seeping
through his shirt as you cried so hard, he has never seen you this pained
before. He held you close, arms wrapped around you as he tried to hush you but
he knew. He just knew how bad he’s broken you.
He just knew.
Kyungsoo stood there, staring at
the both of you as he heard the words escape your lips, Kyungsoo is too precious to break. He felt his heart kicking in his
chest, the feeling of pain and hurt at the same time as he watched you clenched
your fists, unable to contain yourself. The tears trickled down your cheeks and
you hurriedly excused yourself to leave.
He stepped to the side, hiding himself in the
dark, in the corner when he heard the door nudge open and your figure left the
rooftop, into the building as you ran down the stairs.
He didn’t know how long has it
been, how hard it was on you as he placed a hand on his chest, feeling it beat
so fast he thought he was about to explode.
It was you all along.
“I’m so sorry…” He rasped, his
arms still banded around you, his embrace holding you in, in full hopes that it
was sufficient for now to mend the cracks in your heart. You moved your head
from side to side, a sign that you disagreed with his words or whatever he was
saying – he didn’t know. All he knows now is that he’s not going to let you go.
Once bitten, twice shy.
He’s let you go once.
There was not going to be a second time.
“What are you thinking about?”
You smiled at the voice, the
arms around your frame, his warm chest against your back. You casted a look over
your shoulder, eyes locked on his as he stared into your own with concern,
slight worry but all with happiness, “Nothing much… What were you thinking
He smiled wider than you did,
leaning his head over your shoulder to properly kiss your lips. It still
boggled your mind everyday if this wasn’t a dream but it seems like it wasn’t
when it felt too real to be a dream. His lips were softer than you’d ever
imagine but with the number of times you both have pressed lips against one another,
you’ve yet to memorize the contours of his pretty lips. He pulled away almost
too soon but it doesn’t matter when you knew that it wasn’t the last – if it’s
anything, there was more than that came from.
“About how much I
love you. Is that the same as yours?”
Here is the first collection of border patterns, from manuscript Þjms 1105, attributed to Ragnheiður Jónsdóttir, the wife of the bishop from Hólar (one of the two archdiocese in Iceland). The manuscript dates from the 17th century.
The finished piece is 15″ x 26″, stitched on a fat quarter of 36-count Zweigart linen. The DMC colors are 347 (dark red), 351 (peach), 310 (black), 3799 (dark gray), and 535 (medium gray).