… Cos I’m writing Jumin’s “To Promise” and it’s hitting 4k and… they still haven’t done anything close to smutty. WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO ME EVERY TIME JUJU?! WHAT DID I DO TO YOU?! WHY YOU GOTTA SET THE PLOT BUNNIES ON ME?!?!?
May Santa bring you all the love and the happiness you deserve.
Merry Christmas everyone ♡
They had just begun the aperitif when her mobile phone buzzed in the pocket of her skirt.
Riko uncharacteristically snorted after reading her best friend’s message, earning a not-so-happy but curious look from her mother. She waved one of her hands, apologetic, before placing her phone back on her lap. She knew she didn’t need to have it with her on Christmas Eve, but she also knew that You was going to send her texts, asking for her support while they were apart, both spending Christmas Eve with their respective families.
You had never been fond of Christmas. Riko knew it was because of her father’s absence. He suddenly left, when You was 10 years old, on Christmas Eve, and never came back. He had never been the perfect father, someone who was here for his wife and only daughter -no, far from it. His passion for boats and the sea itself ate him alive, stole him, so much that he was always elsewhere, on a trip on his own boat. Her wife accepted it, raising their child alone, and always trying to convince herself that one day, he would be here with her and little You.
It happened. Several times a year ; but only for celebrations. It was enough, though. You was always happy to see her father come back -she had always looked up to him. She had always idolized him, his freedom, due to her mother mollycoddling her.
But one day, he left, and for real this time, leaving a deep hole in You’s heart.
Riko snapped out of her reverie when she felt someone gently shaking her arm. It was her cousin, way younger than her, pointing at her mother, who sat in front of her across the table. She signed, 'Who was it?’ -and Riko only traced an anchor in the middle of her collarbone as an answer.
A soft smile from her mother and Riko brightened, clearly knowing that even if it was the aperitif, she had the right to reply to You for the moment. She received a text almost immediately after sending her own answer : 'help me riko-chan’. She giggled, asked how she could help her.
But her eyes widened at You’s third text.
'tell me where u r’
'You-chan, don’t tell me you want to come ?’
'ya’ -and Riko’s golden eyes widened once again.
'But You-chan, I’m in Atami at my aunt’s place, it’s too far !’
She did not have the time to answer that You had already sent her another text, 'ill be fine ill see u after dinner’
But You never typed a seventh message.
Riko hastily grabs her scarf and her jacket as she rushes to the door … Only to be interrupted by her mother, who has just grabbed her arm, forcing her to stop dead in her track.
“Where are you going? It’s past midnight and we haven’t even eaten the Yule log!”
Riko lipreads and quickly signs, 'I’ll explain later, please Mama, I’ll stay in front of the portal’. The adult frowns and reluctantly lets go of her daughter, who gives up and draws the anchor on her collarbone for the second time that night. Her mother arches an eyebrow, surprised, and Riko nods one last time before dashing outside.
'You are crazy You-chan, do you know that’, Riko wildly signs once the door has closed behind her, while she approaches her panting ashen haired best friend, who has just gotten off her bike. 'What about your mother, have you at least told her?’
Under the orangey street light, You nervously rubs the back of her head while giggling -and these are the kind of moments when Riko regrets being deaf.
“I’m sorry, but I really wanted to see you,” Riko lipreads, and her features considerably soften.
'You-chan, you idiot’, the red haired girl signs, before playfully slapping You’s shoulder, eliciting another silent giggle.
“I’m glad I came here, though,” You tenderly smiles at her and, without warning, wraps her arms around the deaf girl, pulling her into a hug.
Riko does not react at first, completely caught off guard, but she soon returns the embrace, her arms now around You’s shoulders whereas she has found a spot in her neck, tucking her head right here. They stay in this position, You basking in Riko’s warmth, and Riko enjoying the slowdown of You’s heartbeat against her nose -she has ridden her bike from her house to here, after all. The golden eyed girl smiles when a light peck is planted on her hair, and she replies with a soft one on You’s jawline, before the two girls face each other.
Sweet looks are exchanged, shy smiles are shared, and a light blush appears on their cheeks. As You tightens her grip around her best friend’s slender waist and whispers 'Merry Christmas’, Riko happily closes her eyes and rests her forehead against You’s, both ignorant of the first snowflakes dancing around them.
Holy shit! I just finished everything that covers the movie for my Pump Up the Volume AU, and I’m about to write a short epilogue and it’ll be done. I ended up really liking it. I kind of hated writing chapter 1, but this one has been so much fun. Plus most of the original content is in this one, I guess, so I took more liberties, and I get to have an original ending. Anyway, it just feels good to be excited to post something.