They were late and they weren’t the only ones. Moving with a small trickle of far from Arach and different court’s, Tatiana and her mate Cassia stepped into the Grand hall together, their hands linked and their eyes wide. It wasn’t difficult to tell why this party was considered such a big deal. The hall was massive, stretching along the entire length of the castle and filled with hundreds of people. The ceilings were high and filled with rolling storm clouds that glowed with different flashes of color as dozens of fairy dragons flew through them, releasing puffs of neon fire and electricity. The wall to their right was made entirely from ceiling high windows that overlooked the city of Hiraeth, the glass covered in small silver stars that flickered and faded before reappearing in a different place. To their left were tables and tables of food laid out for the guests, many of whom were currently enjoying what was provided. There was a large bar just further down, pulsing a soft blue and green with the beat of the music, and behind them were doorways that lead further into the castle, where many people would be headed after a night of drinking and dancing, some of them with someone on their arm. As Cassia and Tatiana walked further into the huge room, weaving around guests and servers, directly in front of them was a dance floor that was framed with tables. Fountains lit up with technicolor lights floating above the crowd and slowly moved above the sea of people. A azure blue mist curled and floated across the entire span of the hall, hiding their feet but giving an otherworldly feel. The band sat on one of the balconies overlooking the whole hall, and in the other was High Ladies Gusty and El.
It was a quarter to ten and the High Ladies stepped up to the edge of the balcony. A hush quickly spread across the room after El gestured for the band to cease playing.
High Lady Gusty lifted a hand and the room was thrown into darkness. No one said a word. The light returned, but this time is was blacklight. Everyone’s attention was still on the High Ladies.
“On behalf of my court and my people, I welcome you to the Tempest Ball - High Lords and Lady Of Summer, of Spring, of Autumn, of Winter, Day, Dawn, and of Night. It is an honor to have you here” Gusty’s voice rang clearly throughout the hall. El stepped forward now, lifting a slender hand, the clouds near the ceiling began to rain a glowing powder, that coated everyone in the room. Under the blacklight, it was a magnificent mess of color and laughter.
“The Tempest Ball has begun - Welcome to Temptation madness” The High Ladies called out in unison. And just like that, the music, the dancing, the Ball, continued with even stronger enthusiasm.
Cassia pulled Tatiana onto the dancefloor with a wicked grin. “Dance with me till the dawn. beautiful”
And they did, but deep in the ocean of bodies, was someone better at running than dancing.
“I can’t take this anymore” Marci growled in frustration, she grabbed a handful of her green skirt and Bon’s hand before making her way through the sea of dancing bodies, occasionally shoving someone when they didn’t move fast enough.
“What are you doing?!” Bon shouted over the loud music that rattled her bones.
“I have no idea!!”
“Well that’s a relief” Bon said, rolling her eyes before scanning the room. Unfortunately, she couldn’t see past a couple metres since there were too many people. Suddenly Marci stopped and shoved her out of the crowd and into a hallway. Before she could ask what the living hell she was doing Marci told her to stay put before leaving her alone in the empty hallway. Bon stood in shock for a moment before turning away from the thrum of the grand hall and walking in the opposite direction. It had been hours since the ball had started and she needed a break before she went mad. She had been paranoid all night even Marci was concerned, she needed to dial it back before Gusty picked up on her mood, if she hadn’t already. After she had gone far enough from the hall so that she could no longer hear the music or the loud chatter of the crowd, she leaned against the wall, the cold stone cooling her heated skin. Closing her eyes, she let her magic hover over her skin in electric blue coils around her limbs, relaxing her muscles.
“I don’t like the crowds either” said a deep voice coming from further down the hall. Bon’s eyes snapped open and she spun towards the direction of the voice but the hall was shrouded in shadow.
“Who are you?” she called out, squinting as she tried to see through the thick darkness. She cursed herself for not bringing any other weapons besides the dagger strapped to her thigh. There was the enchantment on everyone in the castle yes, but one could never be too careful.
“We’ve met. I thought you’d know who I was” answered the voice.
“I can’t tell if I know you if I can’t see you, genius,”
The shadows parted as Azriel the Shadowsinger for the High Lord of the Night court stepped towards her. In that moment Bon felt everything freeze. She was hyper alert and suddenly very warm. Azriel was clad in simple black pants and a traditional Night Court shirt, a deep navy blue with gold stitching. His hair was longer than when she last saw it and he looked happier. Cauldron boil her she was going to self-combust. She took a couple fractic steps back before gesturing with her thumb over her shoulder.
“I’m just going to-I’m gonna go uh-” Azriel jumped in before she could sprint in her five inch heels.
“Actually I wanted to…nevermind I’ll see you around then” he said, looking everywhere but at her. Nodding distractedly Bon continued to step backwards, regretting ever letting Marci leave her alone. Inhaling deeply, her nostrils flared slightly as she caught a scent. She went ridged, all the air rushing from her lungs as she slowly looked back to where Azriel stood. Or where he had stood seconds before. He was far closer now, almost two feet away. Bon stumbled back, tripping slightly in her heels. Azriel’s hand shot out, wrapping around her upper arm and steadying her. Her skin tingled where his met hers. Neither of them spoke but both were breathing heavily. Her head was reeling, she felt like she might puke.
Azriel looked equally as panicked, his usually calm expression morphed into one of disbelief and awe. He spoke first.
“Mate…we’re mates.” she finished for him. Just as something snapped into place inside her Azriel released her arm so fast she thought perhaps she’d hurt him in someway. He took a step back, then several. “I’m sorry- I didn’t know - I’m sorry” he said in a rushed, his shadows were moving in a frenzy. She was suddenly shaking with a numbing cold as he moved further away from her. Her eyes burned and her vision blurred. He was breathing raggedly, his scarred hands shook. They locked eyes for a brief, crushing moment before he winnowed, cauldron knows how far away from her. Bracing one hand on the wall she let the tears run rivers down her cheeks, carving their way through her makeup and dripping onto the floor in brightly colored droplets. After five minutes the throbbing in her chest lessened and so did her tears. Clutching her chest to somehow lessen the crushing pain she felt, she pushed off the wall. Hiccuping weakly and beginning to move towards the party once more. To find Marci and let her know she was leaving. The ball was still in full swing when she reentered. She spotted familiar faces among the crowd, El and Gusty dancing near Helion and Mor. Kallias stood off to the side talking to Veanna and Amren. Levi and Saers were throwing handfuls of glow-powder at Niq and Ella, all of them laughing like loons.
Then Bon saw Rhysand and Feyre locked in a close embrace near the center of the dancefloor. Feyre in a sparkling white and blue gown and Rhys in a fitted black and dark blue tunic and pants. They were beautiful together and seemed to be in their own secret world. They stared deep into each others eyes with so much love Bon felt something bitter stir in her chest but she forced it down and shoved her way deeper into the crowd of withering bodies.
The music was too loud. There were too many people. And none of them were the one she wanted to see. Trying to calm herself she made her way outside. Marci wouldn’t notice if she left early, she was probably off dancing with Caspian anyway. She’d hate to intervene and ruin their night with her sob story.
She made her way back towards the entry way, towards the large stair cases that lead up to her floor. Grabbing a handful of her large skirts in her hands she kicked off her heels and stretched her wings out. Walking would take too long and no one was around to tell her not to fly in the castle.
Practically hurtling up the stairs she made it to her room in a matter of minutes. Shoving open her door and quickly locking it behind her, she made her way to the washroom. She didn’t bother to look in the mirror, knowing she looked awful. Heartbreak will do that to you she thought angrily. Stepping out of her dress she kicked it to the side and dropped into the tub. It wasn’t even full yet but she didn’t care. Flicking on the faucet she relished in the feeling of the hot water on her sore feet.
She spent another hour in the tub. Washing off the makeup, the tears, crying, cursing. But by the time she did get out, she was spent. Bon collapsed into her bed not bothering to put on anything more than undergarments.
She was out almost instantly. But that night all she received from sleep was nightmares. The first she’d had in years.
The night was coming to an end and the guests that weren’t staying in the castle began to trickle out at the strike of three. Gusty herself had started to feel the pull of exhaustion after dancing with El for almost two straight hours. She’d been sitting at one of the tables with her friend Liala from the Summer Court and making pleasant conversation as El danced with their daughters. All but Brie that was. Gusty didn’t know where she had disappeared to. And now that she thought about it, Gusty didn’t know where Bon was either. Scanning the sufficiently smaller crowd on the dance floor and finding no one she knew but a slightly tipsy Alexa and Cahira in the midst of twirling each other wildly, Gusty excused herself from the conversation and set out in search of her First-in-Command.
Being the High Lady had it’s perks; like when maneuvering through a crowd, people usually made a path for you.
As she made her way to the other end of the grand hall, Gusty started to feel off. Her stomach was in knots and her palms began to sweat. Knowing instantly that something was wrong, she began to run. In the midst of her blind sprint, Gusty crashed right into another figure, shorter than her and just as frantic.
“Gusty, thank the cauldron I found you, have you seen Bon?! I left her in a hallway to catch her breath while I grabbed her water but when I got back she was gone” Marci blubbered, very clearly out of her element and worried. Her blonde hair was filled with strategically placed leaves and sticks and her dress was a soft brown covered in green moss and glowbugs. Her eyebrows were pinched together and her face was flushed from running. Gusty was immediately sure that the cause of her internal panic was linked to Bon.
“Have you checked everywhere?” she asked, taking Marci to the side and out of the way of the dancing guests.
Marci nodded quickly and rubbed her hands together in a nervous fashion.
“She was so excited about tonight but after a few hours she started acting odd”
“Odd? How so?” Gusty questioned, trying to keep her fears out of her thoughts. If something happened she needed to be able to think clearly. Suddenly an arm shot out and grabbed her shoulder. Gusty spun around, Marci shifted into a fighting stance.
“Calm down Marci, it’s just me.” Cahira said with a snort.
Marci relaxed and knocked Cahira lightly on the head with a playful frown.
“You know how I get in crowds.”
“Rya do you know where Bon is?” Gusty cut in, still preoccupied with her search for Bon her full attention wasn’t on them. Cahira nodded with a coy smile.
“I saw her earlier, talking with that Spymaster from the night court - tall, dark, and delicious I’ll say”
Gusty raised a brow, ignoring the last part of what Cahira said. Could Bon have snuck off with Azriel for the night? It was definitely possible. Now thinking about it, Bon had mentioned the Spymaster once or twice before. But he didn’t seem like the type to sleep with a woman he barely knew.
Meeting Marc’s equal perplexed gaze, she shrugged, not knowing what to make of the situation. Cahira spoke up again.
“I don’t know about you Marci, since you’ve got a mate, but the Tempest ball is the perfect time to let loose and relax; maybe with someone else’s help; even if you don’t know ’em well” she said with a sly grin and turned to Gusty, with a flourish of her glowing gown “I wouldn’t be too concerned - Bon would tell you if something was wrong Gusty, you know that better than anyone”
Cahira was right, the castle was absolutely choked with protection enchantments and spells to keep people safe. Gusty had faith in Erlanya’s magic and in Bon’s abilities. Tonight was something Bon had been looking forward to for months. She shouldn’t be worried.
“I suppose you’re right” she mumbled and turned to find Marci still frowning.
“I’m still going to keep an eye out for her but maybe…She is just off with someone doing unspeakable things in the corridors”
Gusty let out a bark of laughter, her mood lightening. The music changed suddenly, a slower song made the atmosphere change. The dancing paused for a moment before people started pairing off and swaying to the soft melody.
In the span of a twelve seconds, Caspian appeared and swept Marci onto the dancefloor, Cahira stepped away to find a drink. And Gusty was left alone for the first time that night.
El was having the most marvelous time. The ball had always one of her favorite things. But this year she was a High Lady instead of a citizen, she had her mate, she had children and friends. This year was spectacular. Olivia had somehow managed to outdo herself yet again; El was still in awe of the beauty she’d created in the castle hall. Stepping off the dance floor, tired but happy, she went to sit for a moment. Walking around full tables in search of somewhere to sit, she heard a voice call out from behind her.
“El! Over here!”
Looking over at the source of the voice, El came face to face with Feyre, High Lady of the Night Court and her sister, Elain the Seer.
Both were fair and beautiful. Elain was more delicate and Feyre had more of a wildness to her beauty. They smiled and gestured for her to join them at the table they occupied.
“Feyre, Elain it’s been too long! How are you two enjoying the party?” she inquired as she took a seat across from them.
“Your castle is breathtaking” Elain commented, glancing up at the high ceilings and fairy Dragons that still buzzed about energetically. She looked almost ethereal in a pastel pink dress with gold accents and bangles, styled in the traditional night court fashion.
“Come visit any time you’d like Elain, it’s always a pleasure to have your company,” El said with a bright smile. Feyre nodded, her hair glittering in the blue light and chimed in.
“We definitely will. I haven’t seen nearly enough of Arach yet; your city is truly beautiful El.” Feyre was a close friend to Gusty, having met under the mountain and maintaining good ties throughout the war, Feyre regularly had Gusty and El over for dinner or brunch in her home. Despite that, neither woman had seen much of Feyre’s home city of Verlairs. Though they have both been dying to explore it’s streets for years.
“Thank you. I don’t suppose you’d be interested in giving me and Gusty a tour of Velaris next time we visit? It’s so lovely”
Elain positively lit up with excitement and blurted “Wouldn’t that be wonderful? There’s so much to see - it might even take two days” she exclaimed.
Feyre smiled warmly at Elain - El was momentarily stunned by the bond between the two. Though she knew Nesta, the oldest sister, had remained the closest to Elain.
Opening her mouth to inquire if Nesta had even attended the ball “Feyre did Nesta-”
A very disgruntled and frantic Azriel appeared next to El. She let out a small shriek before she could stop herself. But she wasn’t the only one, Feyre seemed equally as surprised. Elain was the only one who didn’t seem like she was taken by surprise. Obviously El thought, she is a seer.
Feyre’s brows were furrowed with worry. “Az? What’s wrong? Did something happen?”
He shook his head before turning to El. She was slightly put off by how intense his eyes were, she squirmed uncomfortably before peaking through her lashes. “Hello Azriel, do you..um do you need something” she sputtered. He sighed deeply and nodded again.
“Where can I find Bon?”
Bon awoke to a pounding on her door. She blindly fumbled with her thoughts before turning the lamp by her bedside on with magic. Running a hand through her still damp and tangled hair she stood slowly. Wobbling slightly before shuffling towards the door. Her mood was still sour and more depressed than she’d like, so instead of opening the door right away she decided to shout instead.
“GO AWAY! I’m not in the mood for anything but food!”
There was silence for a moment before three more raps came from her door, this time more forceful. Bon groaned out loud. Couldn’t she be sad and alone for a bit? Was that too much to ask for?
But she realized she hadn’t told anyone she was leaving early. Maybe it was just El or Marci coming to check in on her.
Without further thought she turned the knob and pulled the heavy oak door open.
Buy it wasn’t El or Marci who stood in her doorway.
He was sufficiently more unkempt than when she had last saw him-his hair was a mess and his shirt had a rip in it, down the collar like he’d tugged on it too hard.
“Bon can we just talk…please?” came his soft voice. Bon felt her stomach turn to lead.
“About what, Az? How you find out we’re mates and just ran??” she asked, her voice cracking near the end. His face twisted with regret and he lifted an arm as if to touch her, she moved back a step and he let it drop back to his side.
“I hope you have more to say than that” She finished with a scowl.
“I-” He started but glanced down at her and turned a very deep shade of pink. Bon instantly remembered that she was in her undergarments and swore. Under regular circumstances she wouldn’t mind being so exposed to such an attractive man, but Az was different. She sprinted back into her room and snatched the closest pile of cloths before darting into the bathroom. Shuffling through the clothes she picked the most comfortable ones and walked back out. She went straight for her bed and face planted into the pillows with a grunt.
Azriel still stood in the doorway, looking rather awkward. Which wasn’t something the Shadowsinger usually looked like, since he rarely showed emotion to her. Bon sat up and crossed her legs under her.
“Aren’t you going to come in? You said you wanted to talk, well talk.”
Az didnt waste anytime accepting her olive-branch. He closed the door softly. As he approached, she scooted back a bit to give him enough room to sit. Her stomach was tight and she felt her heart thundering due to his close proximity. Putting aside her feeble anxieties, she straightened her spine and met his eyes.
“I’m sorry about before, I was just…surprised.”
“So was I.”
“Can we start over?”
“Start over as in, six decades ago when we first met? Or start again from when we found out we were mates?”
He made a frustrated noise and ran a hand through his hair roughly. He took a moment to think. Bon let him contemplate his next words. She knew this was new to him as well. Taking the silence as an opportunity, she studied his face in detail.
Bon had had many lovers over the years. All of them beautiful and unique to one another. But none of them were even close to Azriel. She couldn’t name what it was about him. Even before she found out they were mates, she found him alluring and mysterious.
His brilliant eyes were downcast and his hair was mussed in the cutest way. Bon had to concentrate quite hard to keep herself from running her hands through his thick locks.
Reminding herself that this wasn’t something you could rush, she renewed her resolve. She would let him set the boundaries for their relationship, if they even ended up in one.
Seeming to know what he wanted to say Azriel looked up again, his brown eyes filled with determination.
“Bon, I know I hurt you when I ran before and I’m sorry. I want to start again. And I wanted to talk about…us.” He struggled to maintain eye contact, cheeks dusted with a blush. Bon was sure hers were too. She nodded a little too eagerly before giving her response.
“That’s a good idea and I’m totally fine with taking things slow. I want to know you, Az.”
He paused. Bon thought he almost looked surprised, but his expression returned to neutral fast.
“Maybe when the situation is different, we could talk more?:
Stifling a yawn and rubbing her eyes with the heel of her hand she realized just how tired she way. Az seemed to pick up on it too.
“I think we should sleep first then talk things over”, Bon mumbled as she struggled to keep her eyes open. She knew she probably looked like an idiot but she was honestly too tired to care.
Azriel lifted a dark brow in surprise and maybe even confusion.
“We?” he asked with a soft - albeit slightly amused voice.
“Your room is on the other side of the palace, it’s easier to just sleep here. You can take the bed and I’ll sleep on the couch”, she said already lifting herself off the bed.
Az grabbed her wrist before she could move more than a foot away.
“No it’s alright, it is your room after all. I’ll take the couch.”
Bon grinned sleepily.
“We could always share the bed”, she jokingly said.
She was expecting more protests but was surprised when none came. Her smile grew more genuine when she noticed his eyes looking everywhere but her. He didn’t let go of her wrist.
“I won’t touch you if that’s what you’re worried about”, she said, gently removing his scarred hands and sliding under her wonderful covers that smelt of all the green tea and strawberry jam croissants she’d eaten in them.
He snorted, very unlike him, but a welcome change all the same.
“It’s not you I’m worried about”, he replied in an almost joking tone.
Bon’s heart fluttered. He now lay across from her, his back facing her wall. He hadn’t bothered to change or remove his clothes he’d worn to the ball, but Bon didn’t mind in the slightest.
She wound an arm under and around her pillow, pulling it closer to her face and turning it closer to her chest. With a small mental tug the lights went out, casting the room into darkness and firmly closing her door.
The only sounds in the room where their faint breaths mingling and the occasional rustle of the bed sheets.
Azriel whispered something, knocking Bon from her descent into sleep.
“Hmm?” she let out without opening her eyes, face half buried in her pillow.
“I haven’t seen the city yet and I thought maybe you could show me your favorite parts tomorrow?” he inquired into pitch black. She smiled again and answered before she could stop herself.
“Only if you’ll show me around Velaris next time I visit.”
“Then it’s both a deal and a date” she whispered in a satisfied tone.
Az didn’t respond for a second, long enough to have Bon regretting her choice of words. What if he wasn’t ready to call it that? What if he just wanted to be friends? Cauldron boil me, please - she pleaded to herself.
“Know anywhere good to eat? We can spar after breakfast and the loser buys lunch.”
Bon let out a bark of laughter before smothering her giggles into her pillow.
“Then I hope you brought enough money as I have quite the appetite.”
She didn’t need to see him to know he was grinning as well.
Tomorrow would be the start of something new and unfamiliar. But being the First-in-Command meant you could handle anything. Even a devilishly handsome and mysterious Shadowsinger.
Genre: Angst Word Count: 1.4k A/N: Inspired by Adele’s song “All I Ask.” Should I make this a series or just leave it as it is?
A teardrop smeared the ink printed on the piece of paper placed on a table. A pen lied beside it, waiting to be uncapped and used. A man and a woman sat on opposite sides, facing each other while an awkward silence enveloped both of their surroundings. What used to be a happy and married couple was now on the point of signing the divorce papers.
A sniff was heard from you when in fact, you tried to be as quiet as possible. Hoseok’s head snapped up at your direction, guilt swimming in his eyes as he took in your form. It hasn’t been long since he has announced that he wants to divorce, stating that he fell out of love and that he wants something new.
Heart dropping at the news, you can’t help but feel like a fool— you thought you were both happy. Three years of being married was the best thing that could ever happen to you and here he was, taking all that happiness from you. However, you knew to yourself that nothing can change his decision. All you can do is let go of the one you love to make them happy, that’s what they said right?
His happiness has always been your priority, making sure he was comfortable and contented. Though guess what— he actually wasn’t. So you looked up to meet his gaze, tears pooling in your eyes and falling from them. You didn’t want to look pathetic in front of him so you lifted your hand up and brushed the tears away. You took a deep breath and pushed the papers and the pen towards his direction, his eyes fractically darting from you and the objects.
You knew you were being selfish for doing this, but you didn’t care at the moment. Standing up with him doing the same, you sighed and looked at him straight in the eyes. You whispered something so incoherent that he had to lean closer, despite telling himself that he really shouldn’t from now on.
“No.” You stated, feeling a bit bolder and speaking louder. He released an exasperated sigh and brought his hands to rub his face in frustration. This wasn’t as easy as Hoseok thought. Though he would be surprised if you didn’t give it a fight.
“Don’t make this any harder for me, Y/N.” He complained, sitting once again and burying his head into his hands. Little did he know that deep inside, you were dying. He didn’t know how much it hurt you to see him like this— wanting to get rid of you as much as possible. It hurt.
“One last time.” His head shot up, looking at you with a confused and angry face. He opened his mouth to speak up but you cut him off. With your arms hanging limply on your sides, you stood before him.
“Spend one more night with me. Hold me like I’m still more than just a friend to you. Take me by the hand while we do what lovers do on a Saturday night.” You told him. This was ridiculous— at least that is what Hoseok thought it was. All he wanted was for you to sign the papers yet here you are, proposing for him to stay the night.
“Y/N—” He started to protest, his mouth opened halfway but he stopped when you lifted your face up. All your strong barricade came down once again, breaking down once again as you kneeled in front of him; taking his hands and leaning your forehead against them. He looked at you with shock and tried to lift you up.
“Please.” You had whispered brokenly, looking up at him. He nodded and lifted you by your arms— holding you close to him and cradling your head in his chest. He didn’t know why but it was his instinct to hold you when you were crying. He shouldn’t be doing this. You shouldn’t be doing this, Hoseok, he thought.
But here you both were, cuddling each other like you were fine. You closed your eyes as your head laid in his chest; few more hours from now and all of this will be gone and taken away from you.
On the other hand, Hoseok can’t help the feeling of getting overprotective when you’re in a vulnerable state like now. This is crazy, was what kept going on his mind. He peered at you from below, finding out that you had fallen asleep. You looked so beautiful that he can’t get rid of the fast throbbing of his heart. This is bad, he thought once more. He knew he shouldn’t be holding you so close right now. A few hours was possibly enough to change his decision. But it was too late now, you were already in his arms. And in the midst of his trail of thoughts, his eyes drooped and soon, he followed you— drifting off to dreamland as well.
The bright light seeped through the window, blinding Hoseok momentarily when he had opened his eyes. He let a groan out, turning in the other direction to try to fall back asleep, reaching out to pull you close— like he always does early in the mornings. However, his eyes shot open when he felt the empty space beside him and the absence of your warmth.
He sat up as quick as he can, looking around for any sign of you— heart dropping when he found nothing. He stood up and opened the closet, his eyes tearing up when he found your space vacant, all your clothes gone. He frantically slipped his house slippers on, almost running out when a familiar envelope by the desk caught his attention.
“No.” He whispered, a tear falling out of his eye as he approached it. To him, everything was in slow motion as he picked up the envelope. He wasn’t able to stop the heart wretching sob that got out of his throat when he saw your signature on the space that was once blank. Another paper had fallen out of the envelope, his hands automatically catching it. He tried his best to read it, which was quite hard due to the blurry vision he has as of the moment.
Thank you. For loving me and cherishing me for the last five years of being together; three years of marriage and two years of just dating wasn’t enough to tell you how much I love you. I remember that time where we were both so flustered the first time we told each other. I remember the comforting embrace you give me whenever I cried about how my job sucks. I remember dreaming about our future together, sitting on a rocking chair on the balcony with gray hair. There’s so many things I remember. There’s more to what I wanted too. I wanted to travel the world with you. I wanted to pursue my dreams of becoming an official author with you standing there with your smile and cheering me on. I wanted to grow up and have kids with you. I wanted to be in your embrace forever, just talking and cuddling before going to sleep. I wanted to look at millions of sunset with you. It’s a shame and really unfortunate that you didn’t want the same thing and that you had different plans. You’re such a jerk, you know that? It hurts so much, Hobi. I always wished to spend my last breath saying I love you to you but all those plans are gone now. I wanted to spend my forever with you. But I want to make you happy as well— so I’m letting you go. I’m sorry to have not been enough. If I ever made you sad, I’m sorry as well. I’m sorry I couldn’t give you the world you deserved. I hope you find someone that could give you the things I couldn’t. Live well. I love you, Jung Hoseok.
“Y/N. I’m sorry.” He croaked out, looking up the ceiling. It was no use though, you had left him, all because of his selfish acts and foolish decisions. He sobbed and dropped himself to the floor. His tears has fallen on the piece of paper, smearing the ink just like you did the time he showed you the divorce paper. He felt pathetic— like a child having tantrums for not getting the candy he wants.
[REQUESTED] BTS reaction - to you messing with your eyebrows when you’re nervous
Jin: He would just look at you and let is motherly side come out. He would tell you to stop because it’s bad to do that, and it might hurt your beautiful face. Really simple and caring
Namjoon: Would definitely tell you to stop, but unlike the other members, he would look up all these different facts about eyebrows, and why it’s bad to pick at them. He would say something like “ YOU KNOW every time you do that to your eyebrow, at least 9 tiny pieces of your beautiful hair come out… AND ALSO DID YOU KNOW that eyebrow hair only grows back every 3 months, so that means that *silently doing the calculations in his head*..” I’m literally too bad (and lazy) at math to do these calculations lol
Yoongi: I can honestly see him having this habit as well lol. He would know that it was bad for you, and might cause you to get a bald spot (yes you can get a bald spot lol), however he would also know that different people have different ways of dealing with their stress, or when they are nervous. He would tell you very lightly to try and stop your habit cause it might hurt you one day, but would not push it
Hoseok: He would find this cute to be honest. This is an actually unique habit, and I can honestly see him as being the type of boyfriend that finds anything unique, or original, about you incredibly adorable. If you were to be a little nervous and he were to catch you scrunching up your face while you were frantically messing with your eyebrows, he would just look at you in admiration. He would be completely oblivious to the fact that you were actually harming your body while doing this
Jimin: He would notice but not really say anything. I can imagine him not really being the type to pick on your little habits etc. If he saw it multiple times, he would very naturally bring it up in the conversation like “Jagi, have you ever noticed how you do this *fractically messing with his eyebrows* when you’re nervous *chuckle*?” I don’t really see this taking any significance in both of your lives.
Taehyung: Rather than telling you to stop the habit like many of the other members would, he would rather focus on the fact that you were nervous and attack the problem from that point. If he noticed that you were doing this, he would embrace you in a warm hug and whisper something like “ Don’t be nervous honey.. I’ll be watching you the whole time *angelic smile*” (in the context that you were a performer going up on stage)
Jungkook: I can also see him finding this really cute. Different from Hoseok, he would find this cute because, with his personality, at that age, and at that point of the relationship, he would find those little habits that you do extremely adorable. He would want to say something like “AUUUUUU… HOW YOU LOOK WHEN YOUR NERVOUS IS JUST TOO CUTE….*pinches your cheeks*” but we all know that he would be too nervous, so instead it would come out as “ Um… did you notice how you like.. um… mess with your eyebrows when your kinda nervous? yeah… I mean.. I think it’s kind of cute *extreme blushing*” and would immediately look towards the ground cause he doesn’t want you to find out that he was really flustered
// Thanks for requesting!!! This turned out a lot fluffier than i thought it would turn out as <3<3 //
This is science vs. religion, Chaos vs. noise, and a bit about prime numbers… and it’s very pretty (don’t be fooled by the ugly cicadas, they’re only in it for a short while). The fracticals that is, although Molly is also pretty. Not that I’m obsessed or anything.