Simon's feeling down one day or something and Nahyuta notices and to cheer him up just starts listing everything he loves about Simon until the dork's as red as a tomato. It cheers Simon up.
Omg anon this is SO CUTE GSDHJFDSH
Simon had a really shitty day.
A really shitty day.
It started after he was violently woken up from a nightmare, and then at work he missed a crucial piece of evidence for one of his cases, earning him a harsh reprimanding from Edgeworth. Then, he had to go down to the detention center because he had to interrogate the Phantom, who repeatedly said that he would refuse to speak to anyone with the exception of Prosecutor Blackquill. Of course, the interrogation went practically nowhere, as the spy just toyed with Simon’s memories and emotions and brought up far too many things from his past and by the time he returned to his apartment, the only thing he wanted to do was space out on the couch while watching some bad television.
Except Nahyuta was at his apartment. He…probably should try and be a decent host, right?
He walks in the door and sheds his coat and vest, not seeing Nahyuta immediately. Maybe he was sleeping, or something…good. Simon kind of wanted to be alone. He plops down on his couch and just stares up at the ceiling with a blank expression on his face.
For only about two minutes before Nahyuta is blocking his view of the ceiling.
Hey guys! So this is my first ever Jungkook image and I really hope you enjoy it. Also a huge, big, fat thank you to @sugaspiano for helping me review and edit this so it could be perfect! Honestly one of the nicest and sweetest accounts you could ever follow and if you aren’t following @sugaspiano than you are missing out on quality work! Much much much love for you <3
Warning contains: angst, smut, mentions suicide, depression, and eating disorders, and language. Read with caution.
Brief summary: You and Jungkook are in a serious relationship and on his birthday you decide to surprise him by traveling back home from your over seas work trip only to find him in a bind leaving you heartbroken… what happens? Read away!
1 year and 3 months. That’s how long you have been officially dating Jeon Jungkook and you couldn’t imagine being more happy than you have been this past year. Somehow, you manage to fall deeper and deeper in love with him every single day. Today is his birthday and you’re flying back home from your overseas work trip to surprise him. You talked to the other members a while back and they all happily agreed to help you with your surprise. But with your luck, your plane decides to arrive late and you are now rushed to go to the hotel for a quick shower and to get ready for the special evening. When you exit the bathroom, you notice that your “evening wear” was missing and you groaned in frustration throwing on a pair of leggings, a sweatshirt and rushing out the door to the nearest lingerie store. After running back to your hotel, you quickly change into your set and apply some light makeup to your face. You run your fingers through your nearly dry hair and call it good. Before you leave, you quickly throw on your oh-so-cliche tan trench coat to conceal Jungkook’s birthday present. After a couple of minutes of trying to catch a taxi, you finally are able to snag one and quickly tell the driver Jungkook’s address and tell him to step on it. You pull out your phone and call V to tell him that you’re running late and to make sure that the guys are still practicing. V picked up and before he could say anything your voice rings through the phone.
“V I’m sorry, my plane was late and then I misplaced some of my clothes I just got into the taxi and I’m almost at Jungkooks. I just need you to stall him for another 15 minutes and then…” V interrupts mine sounding confused and asked,
“Y/N what are you talking about? Jungkook is already at his place with you. We got your message about 10 minutes ago and had some staff members drop him off because J-Hope and Rap Mon had to talk to PD-nim.” Your mind went blank with only a single question left burning a hole through your mind. If I’m here in the taxi… who is with Jungkook?
“I’m sorry boys but practice might run a little late tonight.” Everyone let out a frustrated groan, espicially Jungkook. As if his day could get any worse. Little did he know that the rest of the guys were getting better at their acting… or he was just too busy being inside of his own head to notice. He couldn’t stop thinking about the conversation he had with Y/N last night.
“Kookie I’m sorry but tomorrow my schedule is slammed so I probably won’t be able to talk to you.”
Jungkook didn’t want to sound disappointed but his body let out an involuntary sigh.
“Y/N it’s okay. I understand. How about we Skype after you’re done with work?”
“Kookie, I’m not sure what time I’ll be off. I don’t want you to be waiting up for me. You already sacrifice enough sleep as it is and I don’t want you to get sick.”
“Plus it’s not like anything important or special is happening tomorrow.”
“Kookie? You still there?”
… did… did Y/N really just say that?
“I’m sorry babe, what did you just say?” I asked hoping I didn’t hear her correctly.
“We probably won’t be able to talk tomorrow cause I’m not sure what time I’ll be off work?”
“No, no after that.”
“Nothing important is going on tomorrow?”
Jungkook let out a shaky breath that he didn’t realize he was holding in.
“yeah … that’s what I thought you said.”
The impact of a water bottle hitting Jungkook’s chest brought him back to reality and as he looked up, he saw six other pairs of eyes staring at him. Jungkook cleared his throat before asking, “I’m sorry, what?” The rest of the guys just laughed before a chorus or sarcastic insults were thrown his way. “You thinking about Y/N?” “Always in his own head.” “Maybe he wouldn’t be so out of it if he didn’t stay up all night talking to Y/N.” He just scoffed at their words. Am I really that transparent? He was about to reply when their instructor said,
“Okay boys I’ll make a deal with you. You focus, practice hard for two hours and successfully complete a random dance challenge, I’ll let you go home early.” That was all the motivation we needed… well besides Jin. The boys had to promise that if they left early they would all go out for dinner together.
An hour later they were all lying on the floor, trying their best to fill their burning lungs while Jungkook could feel the sweat running down his face, and making his dampened clothes cling to his body. Snatching his water bottle from the floor, Jungkook drank every last drop of water that he had. Closing his eyes, he sighed in pleasure as the feeling of cold water rushed down his dry throat. The nice thing about practice, Jungkook thought to himself, I get to lose myself. I don’t think about anything other than my body moving perfectly in sync with the beat of the music.
“Okay boys, you ready for your random dance challenge?”
Simultaneously, the sound of tired groans and possibly a small whimper filled the practice room making the dance instructor chuckle.
“Okay you boys know the rules. You dance 3 out of 5 songs correctly without mistakes and you’re done for the day.”
As Jungkook and the rest of the guys stood up and waited for the first song, the lights went out. Suddenly the door opens and in walks Suga with a candle lit cake and everyone starts singing. Jungkook started laughing and let his body take in a deep breath to relax, knowing that he was done practicing for the day. After blowing out the candles and dishing out cake to all of our Bangtan crew members, the room was filled with laughter and several different conversations. A short while later, J-Hope and Jin came up to Jungkook with a devilish look in their eyes while Hobi had his hands behind his back.
“Jungkook-ah. Are you ready for your birthday present?” Jin asked.
“Hyung, I told you guys not to get me anything.”
“Just turn around and close your eyes.” J-Hope said with a small trace of annoyance behind his words. Not wanting to upset his hyungs, Jungkook did what he was told and felt something soft and silky being tied around his eyes.
“Hyung, why are you blindfolding me?”
“Don’t worry, it’s just until we get you to your present.”
“Wait, my present isn’t here?”
Jungkook heard that window washing laugh of Jin’s before hearing him say, “of course not. Now be quiet and trust us.”
Jungkook felt his hands being lifted up and placed on the back of someone’s shoulders while hands gripped the sides of his body, helping to steer him. Taking the elevator down and walking outside, Jungkook felt the cool night breeze grazing his warm, sweaty skin and instinctively his body formed small goosebumps up his arms. Taking a couple of steps, he heard a car door open and J-Hope from behind telling him to get in the car. When Jungkook was comfortable and buckled in my car door closed and the passenger and driver side doors opened. He couldn’t stand not knowing where they were going so he let out an annoyed sigh and asked, “Jin-hyung, will you tell me where we are going?”
“Oh Jungkook, J-Hope and Jin had to talk with PD-nim so Sejinie and I are taking you instead.” Manager Hobeomie-hyung said.
“Oh I see. Well can you guys tell me where we are going?”
“Sorry Jeon Jungkook. We were told not to tell you under any circumstance.” Hobeomie-hyung said.
After what felt like forever, the car pulled to a stop and Jungkook heard his door being opened, hands on his arms helping him up and directing him in the right direction. Walking (more like stumbling) his way through some doors and into an elevator, Sejinie-hyung asked Jungkook where the keys to his apartment were located. Jungkook reached into his pants pocket and pulled out the key. No sooner than the keys were being pulled out of his pocket, they were leaving his hand and was suddenly being pulled out of the elevator. So I’m at my apartment. What present could be at my apartment? They stopped and waited for Jungkook’s manager-hyung to open the door and when he did it hit Jungkook like a brick. Well if bricks were made out of flowers. Jungkook walked through the doorway and took in a deep breath. Cherry blossoms and vanilla. The entire apartment’s aroma was filled with this sweet and intoxicating smell. Jungkook heard his apartment door click shut and reached up to take off the blindfold when a pair of small, soft hands stopped him. A pair of lips grazed against Jungkook’s right earlobe before letting out a soft and quiet, “Not yet.” Y/N. I knew you wouldn’t forget. Jungkook felt her hands slowly move down his arms, grazing past his shoulders, and tracing the defined muscles on his back before slowly wrapping her arms around his waist and letting her hands roam around his tense chest. Jungkook sucked in a breath of air to try and calm his racing heart and raging hormones. It felt like years since he last felt Y/N’s embrace. Maybe that’s why her touch feels foreign. Slowly and gracefully the petite hands start unbuttoning his white shirt while her soft lips left little trails of kisses down Jungkook’s neck making each spot burning hot.
“Happy birthday baby” she whisper in a low and sexy voice. “Do you want your present now?”
Jungkook didn’t trust his voice so instead he nodded slowly. He felt her body slide around his. Hands finished with the buttons, now leaving feather-like touches across Jungkook’s bare chest slowly sliding his shirt off until they both faintly hear it land on the floor behind his feet. With her hands wrapped around Jungkook’s wrists, she slowly lifts them and places them on her waist. The feeling of bare skin mixed with lace leaves his mind curious as to what Y/N is wearing tonight.
“Your present… is me.” Y/N’s hands find their way to Jungkook’s neck and pull his head down, crashing their lips together. Jungkook’s hands tighten their grip and a small moan escapes from her throat. He couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it was, but something felt wrong. The kiss didn’t leave him feeling breathless like it always does. Jungkook’s lips became hungry for more and pulled away from her lips, down her jaw moving lower to her neck stopping to suck and bite ever so tenderly on her milky smooth skin. Her hands trailed down his chest stopping and gripping the waist band of his pants and pulling him forward. While Jungkook was sloppily leaving wet kisses everywhere he could, Y/N was pulling them towards the bedroom and used her back to open the ajar door wide enough to where their bodies could slip past the doorway, leaving trails of tangled up clothing as they finally made it to the bed. Jungkook’s knees hit the edge of the bed and he then fell backwards until his back was firmly pressed against the unmade sheets. Jungkook felt her legs on both sides of his waist and her hair fall softly against his face making him chuckle. With his hands roaming her now naked body, Jungkook started to visualize from memory her breasts that she was unhappy with because she kept thinking that they were “too small”, the little scar left behind when she decided to get her belly button pierced but then realizing shortly after that it was a stupid decision and took it out three days later, the little extra tummy fat that she tries so hard to get rid of, or the inside of her thighs with the stretch marks she’s embarrassed about. All of these little imperfections engraved into his memory that could never do her justice. Jungkook wishes Y/N believed him when he told her how perfect she is. But what comes as a surprise is that there weren’t two small bumps where there should should be from her belly button piercing. What had Jungkook’s mind even more confused was when he feels multiple, unfamiliar scars going down her thigh. She quickly lifts his hands off of her body and lifts them above his head.
“No pleasing me. Tonight is all about you.” She then asked,”Do you trust me?”
Jungkook’s mind was saying, this wasn’t right. But it was y/n, of course he trusted her. Jungkook let out a raspy, “of course.” Slowly his hands clasp together and a piece cloth being wrapped around his wrists binding them together so he couldn’t move his hands. Her lips start at his collarbone and move down, every once in a while stopping to leave a love bite. Jungkook let out a small involuntary moan which caused her to smirk, knowing the effect she had on him at that very moment. When she reached Jungkook’s abdomen, his breathing hitched. She pulled down his boxers freeing his bulging erection.
“Someone is excited for their birthday present.” Her voice was filled with a sexy playfulness and he didn’t miss her seductive chuckle that followed. Jungkook let out a satisfied moan when a pair of lips enclosed themselves around his shaft. Slowly feeling himself going deeper until reaching the back of her throat. She pulled her mouth away commenting, “mmmh baby, I’m going to enjoy this.” She then put it right back in her mouth building a rhythm and using her hand to stroke what didn’t fit inside her mouth. Jungkook’s breathing quicken and sweat start to form on his forehead with rising pleasure coming from his groin moving up into his abdomen and spreading like wildfire through his body. Jungkook was so close to cumming but her mouth left him leaving him unsatisfied and panting. After a short couple of seconds Jungkook felt her core at the tip of his pre-cummed cock before he felt himself going inside of her, filling her up slowly and completely. They both let out shaky and satisfied moan, giving each other a chance to get use to the feeling before Y/N starts moving her hips in a small circle, lifting her hips up before sliding back down. In no time, a pace is set but not as fast as Jungkook wants. Digging his heels into mattress, Jungkook lifts his hips up, startling Y/N. The only sounds are the rushed and desperate gasps for breath from the intimate couple and a small heart shattering gasp from the other side of the room.
You couldn’t believe it. You didn’t want to believe it. You were hoping this was all just a nightmare and you would wake up any second. But you didn’t and you couldn’t deny that your eyes were in fact staring at what appears to be Jungkook’s shirt mixed with a black lacy corset. Your eyes traveled up and there were his boxers, lying on the foot of your bed next to black underwear. But what you saw next would be forever burned into your memory and what would demolish your heart. Jungkook, the love of your life, was fucking a girl who wasn’t you. You couldn’t stop the tears that were pouring out of you, let alone the gasp that managed to escape your quivering lips. In that moment, everything stopped. The only sound that was left lingering in the room was panting coming from Jungkook and his plaything. Her head turned to face you and her eyes were throwing daggers at you. If looks could kill, you’d be deeper than 6 feet under.
“What was that?” Jungkook asked as his breathing started to become even.
“Nothing baby, it was just…” Before she could finish her sentence my voice unintentionally spoke up causing Jungkook to whip his head in my direction.
“Jungkook?” you whispered. Not knowing if it was loud enough for him to actually hear.
“Y/N?” … “Y/N?! Wha… this isn’t… where are yo… God damn it take off the fucking blindfold!” Jungkook stammered. And so plaything did just that. It took Jungkook a second to get his eyes to focus but when he did, the look was pure terror. He looked at me and then back at Her. My brain was telling me to leave, run as fast as I could and don’t look back. So I did just that. I ignored Jungkook’s pleading words telling me to stop and slammed the apartment door shut. Not bothering waiting for the elevator I ran down six flights of stairs and didn’t stop when I got outside of the complex. I pushed myself to keep running, mentally thanking myself that I never wore heels. After running for what seemed like hours and having my lungs burn from the cold air, I let myself fall down in an alley and let everything out. I screamed until my throat ached and cried until my eyes burned. I felt my phone vibrating in my pocket but I didn’t bother to look at it knowing who would be calling. I sat there in a cold, dirty alleyway for possibly hours. I was numb, both physically and mentally. I couldn’t stop my mind from replaying Jungkook and “the plaything” fucking each other in what use to be our bed. The sounds of pleasing moans filling my ears making me want to slam my head on the wall to get it to stop.
I felt myself floating for what seemed like seconds. My eyes were sealed shut but I was slowly becoming aware of my surroundings and realized that I had fallen asleep for who knows how long.
“Should we take her to the hospital?” I knew that voice. It was deep, but soft. Almost child-like. Taehyung.
“No, let’s just take her back to her place for now until she wakes up.” Jimin said. I could hear the concern in their voice. How did they find me? I thought. Slowly I opened my eyes and looked up at Tae who was carrying me bridal style towards their car.
“Tae?” I whispered.
“Y/N! Shhhh you’re okay.” Tae’s voice was quiet, soothing. Jimin’s however was furious.
“Do you know how long we were looking for you?! Hours Y/N! Fucking hours! Do you know how fucking worried we were?” I could hear his voice start to crack, almost as if he was about to cry.
“Jiminie, I’m sorry.” You couldn’t stop the tears that were falling down your face. Jimin immediately regretted getting angry at you.
“Y/N, I’m the one who should be apologizing for raising my voice at you. We were just worried when you didn’t answer our calls. I’ll call the rest of the guys and let them know we found you.”
You stopped breathing for a second and started to panic.
“Jimin don’t tell Jungkook. You can’t tell him you found me.” At this point you were in hysterics. V held you tighter rubbing your back and whispering soothing words into your ear.
“It’s okay. Shhh we won’t tell him right now if you don’t want us to.”
You took a couple of deep breaths to relax your frazzled nerves. Do they know what happened? Did Jungkook tell them? Are they completely in the dark? My curiosity got the best of me and I ended up asking, “Did he tell you?”
Taehyung and Jimin both looked at each other and then Jimin focused back on the road.
“Yeah… he did.” Jimin’s hands clenched on the steering wheel to the point his knuckles turned white.
“I can’t go back there. Can I stay with you guys for a while? Just until I can get a hotel room.”
V didn’t hesitate in saying, “of course you can stay with us.” You felt your eyelids growing heavier and heavier as you rested your head on Tae’s neck. Just like that, you were asleep.
~3 weeks later~
You knew they were worried about your condition. What you didn’t know is that they knew you were hurting yourself. You didn’t physically harm yourself, but you were torturing yourself in another way. You never slept until your body was so exhausted that you passed out. When the guys weren’t around you didn’t eat and when they were there, you ate with them only to throw up your meal an hour later. You don’t smile or laugh anymore. Your bubbly personality is now as lifeless as your eyes that don’t hold the same brightness and your cheeks look as shallow and empty as your heart feels. You don’t go outside of your hotel room besides for work. The guys try to visit more and more these days because they see you’re starting to self-destruct. Jungkook calls you three times a day, sometimes more, leaves you multiple messages but you never read them. For one brief moment you thought about taking your pain away permanently, but just as quickly as you thought about it, you pushed that thought out of your mind for good. You always though about a very profound saying you read online. “Suicide doesn’t take away the pain, it just passes it on to someone else.” After reading that, you promised yourself that no matter how hard life got, you would never take your own life.
It was a Thursday afternoon and you were doing your usual daily routine. You woke up, showered, and then went back to bed. You heard a knock on your door and ignored it, hoping whoever was on the other side would assume you weren’t home and would leave. But to your dismay the knocking continued, getting louder and much more annoying. When you’ve finally had enough you stormed up to the door, threw it open wishing instantly that you never left your bed in the first place. There he was. Jeon Jungkook, the man who made you feel complete. He was also the man who made you feel pain no one else has ever made you feel. You two just stood there, eyes locked on each other and the silence was almost deafening. You quickly looked him over. His face, like yours, was hollow. His eyes were lifeless and his clothes were loose around the same areas they use to be almost be ripping at the seams. You started to slam the door in his face but his hand stopped the door right before it could click close.
“We need to talk… Right now.” Jungkook’s voice was firm but showed no emotion. But me, I was pissed. Who the hell do you think you are? I pushed on the door with all the strength I had left in me but it was useless. He pushed the door open and pushed me against the wall, closing me in with his arms on both sides of my shoulders.
“God damn it just let me fucking explain!” His voice was laced with anger and sadness.
“Why should I? Huh! I saw enough and I don’t want to hear your pathetic excuses that you’ve come up! I want you to leave me alone and get out of my life!” I was pissed. Every ounce of anger that was building up for weeks was now pouring out of me. Tears were welling upin my eyes and I could feel my nose start to run and had to sniffle. Jungkook eyes were so focused on me and I could see his muscles tense.
“You don’t know what you saw.”
That was it. I was beyond pissed, I was furious.
“Oh I don’t? I didn’t see you screwing some girl that wasn’t me on the bed that we shared in the house that we both were living in for over a year?!” I didn’t care about how loud I was being, our neighbours were probably going to complain to the manager but I didn’t care.
“I THOUGHT IT WAS YOU!” He screamed.
“What?” I was stunned.
“I was blindfolded before I even got in the car. I thought it was you the entire time. We didn’t see each other for a month and I thought that was the reason why I was having these unusual reactions to what I thought was your touch. I pushed them aside because I thought it was you and I didn’t want to ruin the mood.”
“You really think I’m that stupid to believe that excuse?” Your voice was thick with sarcasm and anger.
“It’s not a fucking excuse! I’m telling you the truth!” Jungkook was shaking from anger.
“Oh yeah? Prove it.”
“You heard me. Prove to me that you’re telling the truth.” Our eyes were locked on each other. Neither of us dared look away.
“Fine, you want proof? Follow me.” Before I could even protest, Jungkook grabbed my wrist and pulled me out of my room despite my best attempts to get free. He had enough of me wriggling to get free and he turned around, bent down, and in an instant I was upside down, now forced to look at his butt.
“JEON JUNGKOOK YOU PUT ME DOWN RIGHT NOW!” Despite my loud and angry protests, Jungkook just ignored me. It’s safe to say that we were given quite a bit of curious and bewildered looks as we were leaving the hotel. As we were passing by an older couple, I heard the lady say, “It’s so nice to see young love. Remember when we use to fight like that Daniel?” I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. Lady this isn’t love. It use to be an epic love, now all I feel when I look at Jungkook is disgust. I was placed into a car and a seat belt was wrapped around me before I could manage to escape. Jungkook started driving to J-Hope and Rapmon’s apartment. When we got out I told him that I would follow him so he didn’t throw me over his shoulder. The elevator ride was awkward to say the least. We knocked on their door and J-Hope opens the door wide eyes and mouth agape.
“She needs proof.” Jungkook pushed his way past Hobi and went straight to their coffee table. Hobi invited me in and I sat on the opposite side of Jungkook. He pushed a bunch of papers in my direction and started explaining while I looked through the papers.
“Her name is Hannah Walters. She’s a big BTS fan and I’m her bias. Apparently she has been stalking me. She realized that we lived together and started to follow your every move. She started to dress like you, dyed her hair the same color, bought the same perfume, she must have practiced talking like you because Y/N… she sounded exactly like you… She wanted to be you. She must have found out that you were away on a business trip and had plans to surprise me on my birthday and thought of a way to get to me before you did. I called the police that night and they arrested her and she is now in a mental institution getting the help she needs.”
You were in too much shock trying to absorb all of this information. So, he was telling the truth. You looked up with tears forming in your eyes and you saw his gaze soften. He stood up and went over to you, grabbing you by your waist and setting you in his lap, embracing you in a long overdue hug. You laid your head in the crook of his neck and wrapped your arms around his torso letting all of your sadness fade away. Jungkook’s arms held you even tighter, his hands running up and down your back trying to sooth you.
“I’m so sorry Kookie” you choked out.
“Don’t you ever say that to me regarding this situation ever again. You have no reason to apologize” his voice firm.
We sat there for a long time just holding each other listening to each other breathing. I lifted my head to look into Jungkook’s eyes.
“I love you Kookie.” His eyes lit up and his smile was as bright as the sun.
“I love you too Y/N.”
And after weeks and weeks of desperation, he pulled my face up to his for a long, passionate, and loving kiss.
Oh my goodness that’s the end! If you made it this far I just want to thank you for reading this. I appreciate it so much you have no idea!
Okay so I don't want to get my hopes up, I never do with Harry but Ed stated he was preforming a duet with a secret someone and there's rumors going around that it's Harry. Now if you think about the fact that many artist release singles from their album a couple months before the album releases this could be a perfect situation. Also the fact that Ed talked about Harry's music the other day could be something to think about. I just want to hear Harry sing again, I'm desperate.
There is no one better for Harry to duet with, than Ed Sheeran. Two best friends, performing a sweet song on stage at the BRITs and tearing up the world by storm. It would be incredible.
Ed recently had some photos taken on the carpet with James Arthur, so, there has also been some speculation that it will be James, too - which wouldn’t fit well in the world of the 1D fandom. We worship Ed. And for him to go and duet with James, well, it wouldn’t end up well.
Like Harry, Ed is very secretive and sneaky. We won’t know until his performance, haha. xx
Wait wait wait, back up. So if Jakob always hides his anger from Corrin then what would happen if he actually snapped at her verbally and/or, Anakos forbid, physically? I know it would probably never happen but what if? ☠☠☠★☠☠☠
Yeeeess. I actually wrote this in one chapter of my fic somewhere, when they were discussing whether or not to hide Dwyer in a deep realm. I like depicting him lashing out because realistically, no one could be so perfect all the time.
In their years together, Jakob had never snapped at her. At any mild irritation, he hid from her specifically to prevent it. He’d had a particularly rough day to begin with and she had caught him at a bad time. For once he found her constant chatter annoying rather than endearing. He hadn’t meant what he’d said, but it was out before he could stop it. And he’d yelled- at her. At someone he’d promised to never hurt. Her eyes had widened as soon as she heard him and realised he was shouting at her. Corrin hadn’t really known how to react. At first she just stood still, staring at him. She was partially certain she was dreaming. He would never shout at her or tell her to shut up and stop rambling, but she’d heard it. She’d heard it fall from his lips just as it did when he said it to anyone else. Her bottom lip started to quiver and her eyes glistened with building tears. As soon as he saw this his heart broke, what had he done? He was angry with himself, he had never felt deserving of her affections and now he was sure he wasn’t. He says her name softly, reaching out for her. She’s too hurt, she turns from him, running from the room and into the hall, she closes the door behind her and begins to sob softly. Jakob leans into the door, listening to her. He can’t think of anything to say to her to make this better.
When you realize that the first genuine connection Yuuri and Victor had was during that dance on the night of the banquette and think of everything that came next and you see how perfect they were from the very beginning and you’re just sort of sitting there tearing up and clenching your chest.