i am physically and emotionally crying he revealed his real name and identity to the summoner he trusts them THAT much AND HE VOWS…TO FIGHT FOR THEM…….AND WITH A WIDE SMILE WHILE HES AT IT IM SO…………………..
On doing television vs. theater:
“The whole experience of film or television time feels very fast, and very slow, and you’re revisiting things. I still find live theater the most energizing. Every performance is unique, every audience is different, and there’s an immediacy that’s addictive, especially when you’re in a great play like Book of Mormon or Falsettos.”
Could you maybe write down the reaction of each BTS member to seeing y/n asleep in their bed? Like she wanted to wait for them to come back but it got really late, so she fell asleep.
I tried :3 Hope you like it!
He saw your sleeping lump on the bed. “Aigo…” He just got home after a full day of practice. He was worrying about the upcoming concerts and choreo he had to do for the Wings Tour. “Y/N, were you waiting up for me?” He asked while he slid into bed with you. He rested your head on his chest and put his arms around your waist. He felt you snuggle into his body for warmth. “Oppa, you’re home…” And you went back to sleep. Light snores and heavy breathing. He watched you sleep. “How did I get so lucky with you?” It was true, you were so patient with him and his members. You even tried to wait for him every night. But tonight, you were tired and you fell asleep. He gave you a kiss on the head and drifted off into his dreams as well.
He unlocked the door, trying to stay as quiet as possible. He looked at the time on his phone, 3:53AM. He sighed. He promised you he would have been home by 10 at the latest tonight, but practice dragged out longer than he thought. He walked into his bathroom, took a quick shower and came out. He didn’t notice you were on his bed until he sat down and felt your body. His eyes widened. You waited for him the whole time he was at practice. He thought you would’ve gone home by now. He went under the blankets to hold you, he would never admit to you that he was a real cuddler. He smelled the fresh scent of your shampoo in your hair. It was nostalgic. He was home and drifted off to sleep.
He stumbled into his room, visibly exhausted. It’s been a couple of days since you’ve both seen each other and hung out because of the upcoming tour. Hoseok needed to practice and get everything perfect. You didn’t mind not seeing him. But what you did mind was his health. You wanted to surprise him by visiting, but you didn’t realize that he was going to be home so late. You fell asleep before you saw him on his bed. He walked towards his bed and plopped down and he whacked you with his arm whilst falling down onto his bed. You immediately got up, frightened and started screaming. Hoseok was shocked by the sight, “JAGI, JAGI IT’S ME HOBI!” You stopped and you threw your arms around his neck. You hugged him tightly. You realized he just came back from practice and still smelled like faded cologne and sweat. You urged him to shower and come back to bed with you. He agreed. He came back you were both snoring your lives away.
Namjoon unlocked the door to his room. Being a leader, communicator, producer, and member all at once was starting to stress him out. He really missed having a bit of free time to hang out with you and spend time with you. He’s been practicing nonstop and it’s been tense with the members because they were all exhausted. He rolled onto his bed and felt something under the covers. It was you. Namjoon felt tears pricking his eyes. He had the best girlfriend in the entire world. You didn’t complain about not being with him. You knew that it was his job to be busy all the time. You were his number one fan of course. You were patient and loving. He knew he chose best. He rolled towards you and put his arms around your waist and pulled you closer. “Jagi, I love you.”
Jimin has been feeling particularly tired. He’s been stressed out. All he wanted to do was just destress with you. Watch a movie and cuddle. He missed your laugh and smile. You haven’t been able to see him due to his schedule and your busy schedule as well. You missed him and you went to his apartment and slept in his bed because you missed his scent. You were able to sleep easy for once just by staying there and waiting for him to come back and you would jump him and kiss him to show that you missed him. But due to your exhaustion, you fell asleep. He walked in on you and he swept his hair back and had an evil look on his face. He jumped onto the bed and started giving you sweet little kisses all over your face. “Yah, Park Jimin, I’m sleeping!” He laughed at this. “I know Jagi, I just missed you so much and your face.”
For the past couple of days, Tae has been feeling ridiculously tired. He’s been yawning all over the place. He had to practice for the upcoming concert and he hasn’t had time to even respond to you. He felt a little depressed to know that he couldn’t make time to talk to you. Little did he know, You went by the apartment to drop off some food and clean. After cleaning you were feeling tired and you went to tae’s bed and fell asleep. Later that night, Tae came home to see you on his bed. “JAAAAGIIIIIIIII” He jumped on the bed as if he were 5 years old again. Happy to see you, he koala-hugged you. He had you between his legs and basically crushed the life out of you. “Tae-I know you love me, but I’m losing Oxygen” He sheepishly smiled, “heh, love you.”
He was pacing back and forth to stay awake. Practice was neverending and he knew he had to make it perfect for his fans and his number one gal in his life. Y/N. He loved your antics, and your jokes. He was missing you so much. He hasn’t had any time to talk to you and finally he was able to go home for a bit. Once he got into bed, he realized that there was less space than usual. He took the covers off and saw you sleeping soundly with his jacket on. “This girl.” He started tickling you awake. “Yah, kookie, can’t a girl sleep peacefully?” He started smiling like crazy because he missed you. “Jagiiiiiiyaaaaa, I missed you so much” You stared at him, “I do too, now can we sleep? It’s literally 3 in the morning.”
You and your ex-boyfriend Jungkook meet in a party one night. He’s
the endorser of the brand and you were the representative. (Inspired by Park
Sangmin’s After This Night)
Angst, Fluff; Head!Canon
Warning(s): eh. PG-13 stuff. Did not proofread tho. REQUESTS ARE CLOSED indefinitely. :)
If it were up to Jeon Jungkook, he would have preferred never to
see you again.
But destiny has its way of playing tricks on him because after 3
years, he’s being forced to see his ex-girlfriend again… as the
representative of the brand he’s endorsing. On one side, he’s proud of how
far you’ve come. You were just an assistant manager when you met him during a
photoshoot and there you were, surrounded by countless people who were
congratulating you for the successful event that he was attending and for being
the representative of the headquarters. On the other side, he was somewhat sad
because you’ve gone so far and didn’t come back.
“Y/N!” he heard Taehyung’s
voice come from behind him which broke Jungkook’s reverie.
“Aish… This Kim Taehyung…”
Jimin immediately followed Taehyung after a quick glance at Jungkook’s face.
But you had already heard
your name and turned, catching Jungkook’s familiar glossy eyes. You tried to
smile at him, but Taehyung was already grinning in front of you, looking at you
from head to toes. He had this look on his face, one that told you that your
flawless make-up and perfectly tailored suit and heels came as a surprise to
“Oh, Tae… and Jimin too!
Hi, long time no see.” You flashed them your mega-watt smile and while Taehyung
was still awed, Jimin returned your greeting.
“It’s good to see you, Y/N!
You look great. Now, if you may excuse us…” he gritted through his teeth and
elbowed Taehyung who was still gaping at you. “…I believe you need to talk to other
guests who are more important than us.”
“Wh-What? This party is for
us! We’re the most important people here and I still want to talk to Y/N!” Taehyung
called when Jimin began dragging him away.
You giggled and rolled your
eyes as you watched them saunter off. You faced in front of you again and
smiled at Jungkook. His expression was frozen, but he thought your smile was as
endearing as ever. You raised a hand and waved at him, a somewhat childish
gesture, but it’s the way you and Jungkook have always greeted each other. He
raised his larger hand and reciprocated while slowly stepping closer towards
“오랜민이야.” You had
to take a deep breath discreetly when he stood so close to you.
“어, 오랜만 이네.” Some
part of Jungkook refused to believe that you were standing in front of him, but
you were and it took a lot more effort than it should to return your words.
“Walk with me?” you
gestured with a nod to the door connecting to the outdoor garden.
Jungkook nodded stiffly and
you rolled your eyes for the second time that night before looping your arm
with his. You could tell from the way he almost halted in his steps that he was
stunned, but he curled his own arm instinctively and led the way.
You guys stood in the open
air and you had to admit that you missed the spring nights of Seoul. You grabbed
a flute of champagne from a passing waiter’s tray and as usual, Jungkook
refused a drink.
You were silent for a few
moments, letting a certain feeling of security settle in, the way it used to
when you two were still together. It had been difficult for the both of you to
break the walls that both of you built when you were still starting out, but after
all those time together (and maybe all those time apart too), you both felt
like you trusted each other enough to let go of any inhibitions.
“So… how’s Germany?” he was
the first to speak up.
“Cold.” You snickered. “…but
hey, lots of alcohol.”
He raised an eyebrow, but
didn’t ask further. “You? Busy as ever?”
A look of pain crossed his
wide eyes, and you knew he remembered how his busy schedule had been the very
cause of your break-up, but years has allowed him to mask it almost perfectly. “Some
things don’t change.”
“Oh yeah? What else?” You
leaned your elbow on the railing of the veranda, so that you were directly
His eyes wandered around
for another answer because his first instinct was to say, ‘Well, everything
else except you.’
Finally, he found the
unusually clear night sky and said, “The night sky… It feels like it’s been the
same night sky that I’ve been looking at for the past three years.”
You glanced at him, but his
eyes only reflected the twinkling stars. “Why? Did you look at the stars a lot
during that three years?”
To your surprise, he easily
nodded and answered without his usual hesitation when it comes to such prying
questions, “Yeah, I looked at them and wondered what you were doing. Were you
looking at the same sky?”
And just when you started
doubting Jeon Jungkook’s ability to make your heart skip a beat, you felt your it
skip a whole measure of a song instead.
“Then, I’d realize that I
began missing you again, so I’d go and do something to occupy my mind.” He continued,
his pounding heart providing the distraction he needed to keep himself from
looking at you.
“Is that why you’ve been
writing quite a few of Bangtan’s songs recently?” you teased and you knew, it
would make him look at you. “I missed you a lot too, Jungkook.”
His eyes immediately fell
to the ground because he knew that his cheeks blushing red would be the only
natural reaction to your statement. Realizing that your statement might’ve been
too forward and that your thoughts were laced with drunken ideas, you asked
what seemed like the most logical question, “Do you want to dance?”
“Come on, no one’s watching
and Butterfly is playing.” You put balanced your champagne on the ground and
stood up just in time for Jungkook to take you hesitantly in his arms. While he
positioned himself from a considerable distance, you wrapped one of your arms
around his neck, so that you could hide your face on his shoulder. “I missed
you so much that it drove me crazy. I worked so hard, so that I could have this
excuse to see you and even if you didn’t talk to me at all, I would’ve been
happy to just see you.”
While Jungkook didn’t let
go, he didn’t pull you close either. “You broke up with me.”
You nodded, beginning to
let go, but his grip on you suddenly became tighter. His strong arms encircled
you and held you in place. Your hands froze, but immediately melted over his
shoulders. “Don’t say goodbye, I still have a lot to say. It’s been years, but
I still feel the same way about you, Y/N. I haven’t changed.”
You held the tears in,
knowing that you had to keep your composure when you go back in. “…and the
circumstances haven’t changed either. We’re still going to be so busy and my
life… my life is not in Korea now.” You said the words and they were
comprehensible, but they weren’t your words. If it were up to you, you would
have just kissed Jungkook and asked him to take you back.
So instead, Jungkook kissed
you. “I know. After this night, we have to break up again.”
When you pulled away, you
looked in his eyes and knew, “The night isn’t over yet.”
You kissed him again, let
him tear your defenses, your clothes and your heart. You were prepared to get
hurt again the moment he walked in the door.
The next evening, you flew
back to Germany.
6 Months later…
You opened the door of your
apartment at 1 am to find a visitor that you least expected.
“Jungkook? What are you
doing here?” you looked around before pulling him inside, but before he could
step into your living room, he had already caught your wrist and you could see
in the way his tired eyes searched yours that he agonized about his action as
much as it hurt to see him in the middle of your apartment.
“Did you regret it?” His
fingers and the way they secured around your wrist will surely leave a mark. “Did
you regret leaving 3 years ago?”
“I…” The whole situation
was making it really difficult for you to breathe. “No, Jungkook. I’m sorry.”
He felt hopeless because he
knew you weren’t lying.
His arms fell limp, but he
managed to turn and go for the door.
“But I regretted leaving
six months ago.” You called and he hesitated by the door. “I should have let
you hold onto me then. I was and am more secure of myself, Jungkook. It doesn’t
matter if I see you every other minute or twice a year, I just know that I need
to be with you.”
He turned the knob slowly
and your heart sank to your feet only to be revived when he crossed the short
distance between you and met you for a kiss. His hands were cold on your neck,
but his tongue was warm when it pushed passed your lips. His other arm wove
around your waist as he continued kissing you and you almost cried into his
“Stay.” You whisper finally
when he peels back from you.
“I… I can’t.” he completely
lets go of you, but takes both of your hands in his. “…but I’ll return and I
hope… Y/N, I hope you can come back home with me then.”
He raises your knuckles to
his lips and you smile affirmatively. You see him to the door and he kisses
your forehead. You watched as he retreated until he turned back to you and
gestured to the sky. “The sky here is amazing too, but the stars are only
prettier when I’m with you.”
You rolled your eyes and
shot back, “How many times have I told you not to take Jin-oppa’s advice?”
a/n: here’s a short fic. Haha.
Idk what to say. I have some leftover kimchi rice, want some? I have a thing…
Followers say it’s okay for me to take my time, but unfollow me if I don’t
update for like 5 days. So I’m kind of… ah, how do I say this? I’m kind of sad?
Lol jk nvm ignore ignore
WHY GERMANY? PUMA’S HEADQUARTERS IS IN GERMANY HAHA.
I miss your face
I miss your smile
I miss your voice
I miss your hugs
I miss your hand holding mine
I miss your laugh
I miss your dimples
I miss your eye crinkles
I miss your forehead wrinkles
I miss your everything
BTS when you finally see them when they were gone a long time
Girlfriend is happy? Time for puns! Girlfriend is sad? Time for puns! Girlfriend is mad? Time for puns! (from a distance because mad girlfriend equals things being thrown) Girlfriend is embarrassed? Time for puns! Haven’t seen girlfriend in months so she clinging to him because she is unable to remain standing and you both slowly sink to the ground? PUNS TO THE RESCUE!!
“What do you call a bear without teeth? A gummy bear!”
Yoongi likes to pretend to be all and detached expect when it comes to you. He has always been upfront with you and you do the same. So when you come running across the airport practically throw yourself into his arms he already knew just how much you missed him. So when you started shaking he pulled you tight and held you close and just whispered to you over and over again how much he missed you.
“I know… I know. I missed you too”
Is… Is there actually any question on what this emotional bean would do? The second you were in his arms he was a sobbing mess and you two were on the floor. Granted if he would of been at least a little composed he would of been able to hold you up but its fine. He can cry on the floor just as easily as he can standing up.
“Y-you were go-gone so l-loooooong!!!” Starts sobbing again.
He meant to catch you. He really really did. But like… he hadn’t planned for your knees to give out and well… you slid right through his arms. He kind of just stood there looking at the spot you were standing at in confusion his arms still in a circle but empty.
“Uh… Babe? Where did you go?”
He was holding you close before the shakes set in fully. He guided you to a chair and sat you down carefully eyes never leaving your face. He he had missed you so much and he was not going to let you out of his sight.
“Hey hey its okay. Were are together again. It’s okay”
He was somehow serious when you finally was hugging you close. It was very unusual for the man who’s smile always made your heart soar… to not be smiling. His eyes traveled back and forth over your face as if he wasn’t sure he was sure it was you he was seeing. Finally the smile broke over his face and when you felt your legs give away went with you because his legs gave away too.
As soon as he felt your legs buckle he swept you up into his arms. Carrying you over to a chair he sat down and settled you into his lap content to just hold you. Life was finally whole again.
“Finally. Finally are were you belong.”
Here you go! I hope you enjoy it!
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Summary: Date night with Taehyung takes a pleasant turn, not that you’re complaining. Pairing: Taehyung | Reader Genre: Fluff/Smut Word Count: 4,439 Author’s Note: I feel like once you’ve opened the gates of knowing you’re capable of writing (trashy) smut it just… it doesn’t go away and that idea is ruining my life so I wrote this. For science. Basically you and Taehyung have (a lot of) sex in a pillow fort, because I’m single and frustrated. Enjoy.
To say you are excited would be an understatement as you take the stairs up to the dorms two at a time, your bag swinging at your side with each hop but you don’t care, even as breathing starts to become harder as your muscles start to ache after every step. Your lungs are working beyond what constitutes as a normal, everyday walk for you, but you are dashing down the hallway as soon as you reach the landing at the top of the stairs. You can feel your heartbeat in your ear, footsteps pounding against the floor, sure to disrupt all the neighbors who can hear the echo but you don’t give a fuck.
How could you possibly care, especially when your emotions have positively skyrocketed into the air with a simple phone call, that bright-eyed smile refusing to dip out from your face, your heart racing for more reasons than one as you watch the numbers of each apartment fly by.
Until finally you reach it.
You stop dead in your tracks, the wind catching up to you to ruffle hair as you stand with flushed cheeks, heaving chest, parted lips—locks in your mouth. You take in the apartment number, running the digits through your mind even though you already have the combination long memorized. You bite your lip as your heart continues to ram in your chest, fingers lifting up to curl at the hair sticking in your mouth to pull it down.
As soon as the hair is out of your mouth, you forget to straighten your clothes or your hair or wait until you’ve calmed down considerably. You’re still standing, heaving as if you’ve just ran miles and miles, fist raising up before you pound on the door.
It’s only a few seconds before the individual on the other side swings open the door, no ounce of hesitation in the gesture much like had it been with you, revealing Kim Taehyung—messy hair, bright eyes, cheeks flushed and his own chest heaving even though he’s only had to flutter from the couch to the door. But you’ve never seen a sight more beautiful, more perfect, and your heart sings from the sight of his physical presence.
a/n: sorry this took so long im procrasinating about school :,)))) vvvvv sorry!
pairing: taehyung x reader
genre: fluff + angst
summary: you watched and watched as taehyung suffered from his one-sided love, comforting him when he cried, comforting him as he threw up those fucking flower petals. it hurt you whenever he would stare lovingly into that girl’s eyes, giggling and playing with her hair. it pained you when he kept throwing up flowers, pushing the thought that his lover didn’t love him away; he was so dejected, yet he never saw how much happiness he brought to you.
You stared at him in silence, hands gripped over your mouth tightly. He shuffled over and turned around, groaning quietly. Questions swirled around your mind furiously - was he eating correctly? He looked so frail and fragile now, his bony hands gripping the pillow. The smell of whiskey intensified when close to his body, giving a hint that he was drinking. You looked around the room, cautiously moving around the room. His clothes were scattered around the ground, phone on the bed beside him. You looked behind your shoulder, checking to see if Namjoon was coming up.
“Yoongi..?” Taehyung stirred, rubbing his eyes.
You froze again, quickly turning to face him. His eyes were still closed and he was half asleep.
“Uh..yes, this is Yoongi..I came to get..uh..money?”
Taehyung’s eyebrows furrowed. “Money?”
“Yep. I got it. Bye.” You rushed out the room, running downstairs and to Namjoon. “We gotta go, Taehyung is here.”
“What? Who’s Taehyung?”
You flinched at the small creaking in the floor from Taehyung’s steps, fumbling for your keys. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
Namjoon stayed glued to the wall - the poor man was terrified. “(y/n)..I think..he’s staring..”
You slid the key inside the little slot, slamming the door open, “Go, Namjoon!” You pushed him outside, looking back. Your heart raced as Taehyung ran towards you, you turning to get out as quick as possible. Lifting your foot up, you were determined to leave - until someone’s arms wrapped around you.
“Are you really (y/n)? Are you? Are you?!” Taehyung cried, squeezing his arms around your body. You gasped, shooting your head upwards. You were careful not to speak, pursing your lips together tightly. “Answer me, answer me, please!”
You stayed silent, but that only made Taehyung tighten his grip even more. You looked down at Namjoon, who was beginning to walk inside with his fist tightened in a ball. You held up your hand, struggling slightly, to signal him he should stay back. He looked at you with confusion.
“Let go,” You tried to make your voice as deep as possible, trying your best to hide your voice.
Taehyung gasped, releasing his arms and grabbing your shoulders. He turned you around, scanning your face. “I..It’s you!”
You stayed there, glued to the floor, eyes wide with Taehyung sobbing in front of you.
“You came back, I told Yoongi!”
You gritted your teeth.
“God, we missed you so much! Where did you go?!”
You lowered your face.
“(y/n), you have no idea-”
“I just want my apartment back for Namjoon.”
Taehyung stopped, his voice falling short as he looked behind you. Namjoon stared at him, arms behind his back. Taehyung’s smile fell, his eyes loosing it’s sparkle.
He let go of your shoulders. “But..you really came back?”
“Only for him.” You forced those horrible words out your mouth, moving your mask away. Taehyung stared at you with tired eyes.
He shot a nasty glare at Namjoon, his hands shaking. “You have to see everyone else if you’re staying in this apartment then.” He whispered, running upstairs to grab his phone. You looked back at Namjoon, stepping out of the opening.
You scratched the back of your head. “Yeah..sorry about that.”
Namjoon glanced up at you. “You have a weird life back here.”
You shrugged. “They have the right to be possessive. I left.”
Taehyung rushed downstairs and towards you, bringing the phone to your face. A tired Yoongi squinted through the screen.
He was silent when staring at the screen and then ended the call.
“Stay here.” Taehyung whispered, wrapping his hand around your arm.
“Why should I?” You stared at him “Yoongi told me you stayed at his house. Why are you here?”
Taehyung bit down on his lip. “I missed this place, that’s all.”
You scoffed, forcing a smile onto your face. “What do you mean, miss? You throwing up. You arguing with me.” You stepped closer to him, and he stepped back. “There’s more bad memories than good.”
Taehyung gulped. “You changed,” he whispered. “You changed, you changed, you changed!” He repeated, screaming the words as he said them. Namjoon flinched, staring at the two of you with wide eyes.
“My god, I just calmed him down, piece of shit!” A man pushed past you and Namjoon, running to Taehyung and bringing his face into his shoulder. “How nice of you to make Taehyung cry, thanks!.”
You stared at those familiar, icy eyes - the eyes that belonged to Min Yoongi. You said nothing.
Taehyung sobbed in Yoongi’s shoulder, scratching at his back. He coughed loudly and roughly, squeezing him tight. Little flower petals fluttered down from his hidden mouth. Namjoon gasped, gripping his bag tightly.
“Why are you back?” Yoongi snarled.
“I..I came for Namjoon.” You responded shakily, glancing down. No matter how much you changed over three years, his glare would still shut you down.
“That’s Namjoon?” He stared at Namjoon behind you, who nodded awkwardly. “Look, I can understand for him..but you,” He pointed his finger at you. “You have no excuse.”
“Get out,” you muttered.
“No.” Yoongi pressed. “You know how depressed Taehyung, Jimin and Jungkook became? They keep breaking down. Jimin’s still crying. Jungkook quit his job and now I have to take care of three boys.” He glared at you. “We suffered so much because of you. You fucking piece of shit,” He raised his hand, only to be stopped by Taehyung.
“D..Don’t h-h-hit her..” He butchered his words while trying to talk, voice hitching from crying. Yoongi’s expression softened at him, lowering his arm.
“Come to my place.”
“Taehyung, come on-”
Taehyung looked up at you. “She’s finally back. Show Jimin and Jungkook she’s back.”
Everyone fell silent as Yoongi let go of Taehyung, pushing past you and outside the door once again. You waited a few minutes before turning to Namjoon. “Come in. You’re gonna freeze.”
Namjoon hesitated, carefully bringing his belongings inside. He eyed you cautiously. “I..uh..”
“Go to the guest room. I’m sure it’ll be comfortable and you wouldn’t want to hear any of this.”
Namjoon shot you a hopeful smile, quickly gathering up his things again and quietly moving upstairs. Now only you and Taehyung were standing in the living room. The clock ticked loudly in the silence.
Taehyung picked at his nails, avoiding your stare. You stared at him again, once again noticing how skinny and pale he got.
“Has your condition gotten worse?”
He looked up at you, his hands dropping. “..No.”
“I can tell, you don’t need to lie.”
Taehyung looked down. “I’m doing just fine.”
“Fuck, I broke it!” Namjoon shrieked.
The two of you looked at each other and burst into giggles, holding your sides tightly. You smiled slightly, glad that the awkward atmosphere was breaking a bit. Taehyung’s shoulders bounced up and down as he laughed softly, his eyes following the slam of the door.
Both of your smiles disappeared when Jimin and Jungkook stood there, pale and looking tired.
“Yoongi..I don’t get it..” Jimin murmured.
Yoongi looked around. “Where’s (y/n), Taehyung?”
“I’m right here!” You croaked, stuck between the door and the wall.
Yoongi blinked twice in confusion before moving the door away, releasing you. Everything went silent again before Jungkook shrieked.
“(Y/N)!” He ran over to you and hugged you tightly, squeezing you. You coughed as Jimin also screamed and hugged you.
“Oh my god, oh my god..” Jimin cried, nuzzling your neck.
“L-Let…me g-g..plea..” You croaked out again. They hugged you so tightly you were worried they were actually going to break one of your bones.
Yoongi dragged Jimin and Jungkook away, panting when he was done. The two boys had bright faces and smiled brightly at you.
“Now that we have everyone here, explain.” Yoongi shut the door closed, leaning against the frame.
You glared at him. “Why should I?”
“I didn’t bring them here for nothing.” He spat. “I swear to god, disappearing on us and then thinking you have absolutely no right to ex-”
“Yoongi,” Taehyung murmured, shaking his head. Yoongi threw you an angry stare before averting his gaze somewhere else.
You waited a few seconds before sitting down on a stool near the kitchen counter. “I went to South Korea,” you explained. “With Namjoon.”
Taehyung shot up, “South Korea?! That..you would have planned that ahead of time, and-”
“Namjoon gave me the money,” You interrupted, shutting Taehyung down. “I wanted to get away from all of you so I wouldn’t cause anymore problems.” You furrowed your eyebrows. “Then Namjoon told me…” You trailed off, careful not to mention a specific name.
Jimin stared at you. “Told you…what?”
“Nothing.” You quickly dismissed it, standing up. “That’s all.”
“That’s all? That’s all you have to say after being gone for three years?” Yoongi threw his hands up in the air, letting them drop and laughed while he paced around his small bubble. “Oh wow, oh just fucking wow.”
“What else do you want me to say, Yoongi?” You stood up from your chair. “I didn’t even want to see you here, yet here we are, like fucking children and-”
“Oh for fuck sake,” He argued, stopping in his tracks to turn towards you. “Don’t act all innocent.” Yoongi’s voice began to raise, and Jungkook began to look worried. Nothing was going to end well if Yoongi was angry and in an argument.
You took a step toward him. “I’m not scared of you anymore, Yoongi.”
“You sure ‘bout that?” He smirked. “Hit me then.”
You gritted your teeth, and without thinking, slapped him harshly across the cheek. Taehyung gasped as the room fell silent. Yoongi’s face was turned towards the way you slapped his cheek, the red mark beginning to show on his pale skin. “You little shit!” He yelled, grabbing your collar and slamming you to the ground.
Now, of course you were scared - he had you pinned down and everyone was shouting at the two of you. You said you weren’t scared of Yoongi, but you were - terrified. He always looked at you as his “good” friend, getting into college and whatnot.
Time went by quickly and before you knew it, Taehyung was treating your injuries in the bathroom. Jimin and Jungkook were cooling Yoongi down in the living room, their soft whispers barely making it out.
You stared down at Taehyung, who patted your face with a wet towel. His eyes were dull and dried blood had crusted on the edge of his lips. You raised your hand and wiped it away, making Taehyung pause. “You know,” he whispered while cleaning the towel. “Yoongi isn’t usually like that. Ever since you left he was super quiet and didn’t make smartass remarks.” He folded the towel in half and wringed the water out, placing it on the cut on your arm. You flinched at the sudden touch. “He really was trying his best to find you.”
“Well, he obviously gave up quickly.”
Taehyung shook his head, reaching up into the cabinet to grab rubbing alcohol.
“Don’t use that, it’ll make the cut worse.” You took it away from him, placing it back where it belonged. He shrugged, going back to his treating.
“He didn’t give up quickly. I think he started hallucinating because he didn’t sleep for so long,” He smiled slightly, keeping his head low. “He kept muttering about how he was gonna throw his stuffed animals at you.”
You smiled back, chuckling at the thought. Your hand brought up Taehyung’s head so you could inspect it. “Have you been eating?”
“None of us have..well, we do, but not properly.” He admitted, focusing his eyes on the wall.
“You haven’t slept as well?”
“Yeah, we haven’t slept-”
“I’m asking you, not them.” You pulled away your hand, pushing the towel away.
“Wait, I’m not done yet!” Taehyung stared at you, glancing at your cuts.
“I’m fine. I need to talk to Yoongi,” You sighed as you started to walk out the door. Taehyung set his towel down, grabbing your arm to prevent you from leaving.
“That’s not a good idea..he’s probably gonna get mad again.” You shook your head, pulling your arm away from his grip.
“I’m sure we’ll be alright.” Walking out from the bathroom, you approached the three silent boys. “Yoongi,” You whispered quietly, standing near the couch.
“….Yeah?” He replied softly, staring straight forward.
“Um..can you come over here for a sec?” Yoongi stood up and shuffled over to you, his weight leaning into your shoulder.
“Fuck,” He whispered. “I’m so damn glad you’re back.”
You froze as he sniffled, staring at Jungkook and Jimin, who also had their jaws wide open. Yoongi cried silently on your shoulder, leaving you all in awe.
“Yoongi, it’s okay, r-reall-”
“I’m sorry..I’m sorry..” He cried, hugging you tightly. You looked down at him with surprise. Yoongi barely cried, barely gave hugs to you - he was closed up like that. Had you really left such a damaging scar to everyone by leaving just like that? You patted his hair fondly, waiting a few moments before pulling him away.
“You guys should go home now,” You smiled.
“..You’ll be here the next morning, right?” Jungkook spoke quietly, brushing his hair away from his eyes.
“Of course I will. I can’t have Namjoon wasting his money on me.” You pushed Yoongi towards Jimin and Jungkook, waving goodbye as they left. You sighed, weaving your fingers through your hair and turning to walk upstairs.
“Ow!” Taehyung yelped as you bumped into him, jumping up. You stared at him blankly before clearing your throat.
“Shouldn’t you be going home?”
“I wanna sleep on the couch.”
“Go home with Yoongi, Taehyung.” You sighed, pushing past him. His hand rose and grabbed your arm. You paused, “You have a habit of grabbing my arm or something?”
“..Just let me stay here. And stay next to me, please.” He tightened his grip, his voice almost desperate.
You stared at him with sharp eyes before groaning, shoving his hand away and sitting on the floor next to the couch. “Can’t believe you want to sleep at what, 3 PM?”
“I have’t slept well, I have my excuses.” He smiled, walking over to the couch and laying down. He laid his head down on the pillow, locking his eyes with your. “Thanks for coming back.”
“Just sleep already,” you yawned, smacking his forehead.
“Sweet dreams.” He whispered as your heavy eye lids shut closed.
You furrowed your eyebrows together at a sudden jolt of a pain in your left hand, opening your eyes groggily. You looked to your left hand, finding Taehyung’s finger clutched around yours tightly. Your eyes shot open when his coughing reached your ears, eyes darting towards his body.
Taehyung coughed hoarsely, his hand shaking as he squeezed your hand. Blood spilled out his mouth, along with brown flowers escaping as well. “Oh fuck,” you began to stand up, only to be froze again by his tight squeeze on your hand.
“D-” He almost screamed, gasping for air. His knuckles were white and nails were digging into your flesh as he sobbed in pain, his hair falling in front of his eyes. His face was red from crying so much and his body was trembling You felt yourself feel a wave of nostalgia wash over your body - the memory of three years ago when Taehyung was choking and sobbing. You blinked, returning back to reality. You scurried closer to his hunched up body and ran your fingers through his hair. “Breathe, breathe Taehyung,” you whispered in his ear.
You paused. “What?”
“Su..ha..” He cried out loud, bringing his head to the floor. You stared at him in disbelief. Taehyung froze, muffling his hiccups. The flowers had stopped, and so did your heart. You gritted your teeth together, forcing his fingers off of yours.
“I thought you had changed!” You screamed, glaring at him with scorching fury. “I…you’re the same man I know from three years ago,” you gasped for breath from the sudden scream. “I really, really thought you changed!” Taehyung’s eyes widened as his shaky body tried to stand up, tears spilling from his eyes.
“I want you to stay down here and don’t come upstairs, I swear to God I will fucking-” You caught your breath, staring at his horrified expression. You turned on your heels, rushing upstairs and into your room. The smell of whiskey hit you harshly, but you didn’t care. After closing the door shut and locking it, you hit the bed with a flop, panting heavily. “He’s the same.” You whispered to yourself. In the silence of the room, you could hear muffled hiccups downstairs. Your eyes watered up slightly but you brushed it off. You coughed, staring up at the flowers. You let them fall from your palm and onto your chest, letting your arm fall back down.
You sat up quickly when someone knocked on your door. “Go back downstairs!” You yelled, bringing your knees up to your chest.
“What? Is it because I broke something?” Namjoon’s tired voice spoke through the door. You stood up from the bed, unlocking the door and opening it slightly.
“Oh..sorry.” You smiled.
Namjoon smiled back before his eyes trailed down and gasped. “You have blood on your shirt, holy shit, do I-”
You looked down as well, an alarm of panic going off in your mind. “Uh..are those..flowers?” Namjoon looked at you with a worried face. “Did you..no, there aren’t any flowers here..”
You cleared your throat and gestured for Namjoon to come closer. “Do you know the Hanahaki Disease?”
Namjoon thought for a moment before nodding slowly. “Oh god, don’t tell me..”
“How long have you had this?!” He took a step closer.
“Three years,” you mumbled.
He bit down on his lip. “I- I’m sorry, I wish I could-” He paused. “..But I’ve never seen anyone with you in South Korea..aren’t you supposed to like, love someone?”
You pointed downstairs.
“Like that is gonna help me,” he sighed and pushed his hair back. “I don’t know their names very well. Can you tell me so it’s easier?”
“Kim. Tae. Hyung.”
“Yes.” You looked at your hands.
“You guys seem extremely close together though?” He blinked.
You shrugged. “I’m pretty sure he’s still married to a girl called Suha, but then again he’s also involved in a one-sided love.”
Namjoon let out a stressful sigh, trying his best to comprehend the situation. “Fuck, (y/n), I didn’t know-”
“It’s fine.” You closed your eyes.
“You do realize you’re gonna die, right?” He asked quietly.
You shrugged once again. “As long as Taehyung doesn’t, I’m fine with that.”
Namjoon looked up at the ceiling. “You can’t die that easily, you know? Everyone is gonna break down.”
You stared at him in awe before letting out a small cough. “You should go back to your room.”
He nodded, turning around to go back to his room. He stopped to look back behind his shoulder and continued to walk towards his room. You walked back into your room, glancing at the clock on your desk. 5 PM. You turned away, popping your head over the corner that lead to the stairs heading downstairs. You quietly creeped downstairs, sighing when you saw Taehyung leaned against the couch, sleeping silently. You looked around and walked into the kitchen, searching in one of the drawers to grab your car keys. You grinned when you grabbed them, grabbing your shoes and slipping them on quickly. Unlocking the front door, you exited the house and shut it closed, jumping into the car and starting up the engine.
Soon after you left, you reached the place you were searching for - a bakery. Yes, it was probably the worse place to go in this situation, but you needed a break from all this shit. You walked inside, inhaling the sweet aroma. The small bakery was dimly lit, the soft light from the sunlight shining through the windows. The place itself was comfy and comfortable to be in general. Hushed mumbled were scattered along the other customers as you walked over to the small display of pastries. All kinds were placed to show in all their spotlight. You looked up, shuffling over to the line. You smiled at the cashier when you reached them, ordering your food - you handed them the money and collected your things while they grabbed the pastries. It didn’t take long and you nodded, waving goodbye at the cashier when exiting the bakery.
You approached your car and reached out to open the door, stopping when you heard a faint crinkling sound. You look down and squinted at a small note attached to the handle, picking it up. You stared at it and read it silently in your head.
we know where you are.
You gulped nervously, spinning around to check if someone was watching. Although you couldn’t see them, you felt a pair of eyes stab into your back. It sent a shiver down your spine as you quickly got into the car, gripping your hand on the steering wheel. You shoved the key into the engine, pressing on the gas pedal. Your mind was blurry and unfocused as you tried to concentrate on the road. It was surely Hoseok, you weren’t that much of an ass to anyone - in fact, you were a quiet person in general. The one thing that boggled your mind was that you just saw Hoseok in South Korea. There was no way he could track you or Namjoon down, they surely couldn’t have put a GPS or anything on that, Namjoon would be able to detect that; anyone could, in fact. You drove home quickly with your sweaty palms, grabbing the small box of pastries. As you slid the key in the door, you wondered why all this shit was happening to you - out of all the people in this damned world, it had to be you.
“Calm- d- (y/n), help-”
You stared at a crying Taehyung clinging to Namjoon’s back, and a Namjoon staring at you with teary eyes. “He keeps hugging me and crying, I don’t know how to stop it!”
Taehyung looked over Namjoon’s shoulder, releasing his grip. Namjoon yelled with happiness to be freed from that hell.
“You didn’t leave!”
“Uh..yes I did, to get pastries.” You held up the box. “How else would I get them?”
He blinked twice, then three times. His face burned red as he looked down. “O-Oh..”
“You really thought I left again.” You let out a breath of disbelief, setting the box down. You opened it up, staring down at it with a smile.
Namjoon walked over to you and looked down as well, and Taehyung joined quickly. “Oo…” Namjoon whispered.
“Get a plate for all of us,” You whispered back in awe. He quickly ran over to the small cabinet, pulling out three plates. He gave one to you, Taehyung and one for himself. The three of you pulled out one pastry and ate them in peace, forgetting all the problems.
“Shit, this is good,” Namjoon sighed with satisfaction.
“Mhm,” Both you and Taehyung agreed wistfully.
It was quick process to eat all of the pastries, they were small enough to eat in one hand full. Namjoon washed the dishes while you sat on kitchen stool, staring at your phone. Taehyung twiddled with his fingers, looking back and forth between his hands and you.
Namjoon looked up at the clock when he set the dishes down in the sink, wiping his forehead. “It’s 6:30 PM..I think I’m gonna sleep,”
“Sleep? 6;30?” You stared at him.
He shrugged. “I like to sleep, alright?” He glanced at the two of you. “Uh..try not to make any more noises.” He grinned, walking upstairs and into his room.
You looked at Taehyung. “You’ve stayed here for what, two days now? Where are you supposed to go?”
He glanced at you nervously. “I don’t wanna bother Yoongi.”
“Go to Suha’s place.”
You stared at him. “What?”
“We got divorced,” He sighed.
Your eyes trailed down to his hands to find a golden ring wrapped around his ring finger.
“…Doesn’t that mean that disease should have gone away then?”
He shook his head. “It’s too late. You saw those flowers and the blood,” he sunk his head into his arms. “The only choice now is to get surgery.”
“Get it then.”
The two of you stayed silent before you walked over to him. “Why do you have that ring?”
“I can’t bring myself to put it away.” He whispered. You sighed and grabbed his his hand, sliding the ring off his hand.
“Let her go already and just get the surgery, Taehyung.” You placed the ring on the table, shaking your head as you walked away.
“What about you then?” He asked loudly, and abruptly. “You..you need the surgery too, right?”
You stopped cold in your tracks. Your heart beat began to raise and speed up, and you could feel your palms becoming sweaty again.
“…Why would I need surgery? I’m fine.” You let out a butchered laugh.
“You have the same disease as me, I remember.” Taehyung stood up from the chair. “Before you left.” He said firmly. “You said you loved me and you had the Hanahaki Disease.”
You ran your tongue over your dry lips. “You probably heard wrong. It was three years ago, after all.”
“I couldn’t have.” He protested. You could feel his eyes burning into the back of your head as you gulped.
“It had nothing to do with you anyways. I don’t care about myself as long as you get the help you need for it.” You hastily turned around to face him.
“(y/n),” He walked over to you and grabbed your shoulders. “You already..you already left me once. Three years was too much.” You felt a lump form in your throat as his hands tightened around you shoulders. “If you die from this..do you know how much we’ll cry?” He whispered.
You lifted your shoulders up and down.
“Yoongi won’t want to do anything, he’ll..” He licked his lips. “Jimin and Jungkook would probably just sit there and not do anything. No eating, no drinking.” His eyes began to gloss over as his brown pupils stared into yours. “Please get the surgery with me.”
You shoved his hands off your shoulder. “I love,” you started, “How you remembered that I said I loved you. I still do.” You admitted. “Yet you want me to get surgery?” You grabbed his shirt collar and brought him close.
“I love you so fucking much. I can’t let that go to waste.”
Taehyung stared at you as his hand raised up to brush your cheek, then leaned into your face. Your lips locked against each his as he wrapped his arms around you, his kissing becoming more fiery with each groan that escaped his mouth.
He moved his mouth away from yours after a few seconds, gasping for breath.
You too looked at him and wiped your mouth. “But you still love Suha.” You whispered, wriggling out of his grip. His expression fell at those words, his arms dropping to his sides.
“I said I divorced with her!” Taehyung tried to reach his hand back out to your cheek, but you stepped back.
“But do you really love me?”
His lip trembled as he looked away, rubbing his arm with uncertainty. “I don’t know,” he whispered.
You let out a laugh, a strong laugh. “Then that kiss meant nothing to me!” You dug your nails into your palms as your fists curled up into a tight ball. “Maybe it’s better if I do get the surgery. So I can forget all about the shit I have to deal with you.”
Taehyung looked at you with a painful expression written all over his face. “Why did you become so angry?” His voice was soft as he spoke. “You were melting into that kiss, but now here we are, just arguing again.”
“Just go back to Yoongi’s place.” You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose.
“Please.” You looked up at him with a dull expression.
He looked at you with tears rimming at the edge of his eyes, then nodded. “Alright.”
He walked to the front door and opened it.
You turned to walk upstairs.
Taehyung let out a blood-curdling scream.
a/n: ack only 4k words :,( sorry, i kinda rushed this since the last part was posted almost a week ago and my dashboard seemed dry lmao
Imagine Chris coming home early for your birthday.
A/N: My loves, this is a piece for all the birthday babies. Special shoutout to @shadowprincess0218 who requested a imagine for her birthday, here you go. Happy birthday, hun! Hope you have a wonderful, fantastic day. X
You strolled home from Magnolia Bakery with your phone against your ear and a paper box containing your favorite chocolate cupcake in your hand. You were on the phone with your boyfriend, Chris, who was in his home away from home in California due to work commitments. His job and its constant need to take him away from you didn’t bother you until it came to things like birthdays and anniversaries and holidays; those were the times that made you miss him the most. His absence made the day seem like just another day, which was why you declined when your friends wanted to take you out to dinner to celebrate.
“I wish you were here,” you told Chris and he smiled. “I don’t even care if we just eat cake and watch TV, I just want you to be next to me.” You used your shoulder to hold the phone against your ear so you could start picking at your cupcake. “You, me, Dodger-” you murmured with your mouth full, “that’s all I need.”
Little did you know that Chris was actually sitting on your apartment doorstep with a bouquet of roses in his hand and a small black box in his jacket pocket. He’d been planning to propose for a while- two and half years he’d been together with you, he didn’t want to wait any longer considering he knew six months in that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you.
He had planned quite a few times to pop the question but nothing ever seemed perfect enough for someone as special as you. He finally decided to just do it when you subtly reassured him that you didn’t care how he did it because as long as it was him asking, that was that mattered. It was thanks to his mom, actually, that you found out he was thinking about proposing. A week ago, while you were having lunch with Lisa and she let slip he was stalling because he couldn’t think of the ‘perfect’ way to propose. You were touched because it was kind of cute; you always knew Chris was the kind of guy who wanted the perfect proposal memory. But you were also impatient because it could have been another two and a half years before he figured out the perfect way to propose, so you nudged him along. You had no idea the nudge took him to today.
It’d been a whole month since he last saw you and his heart skipped a beat when he did. You turned the corner, looking as beautiful as ever in something as simple as a soft grey sweater, blue jeans, and black thigh high boots; his breath hitched in his throat and he smiled. He took a deep breath and got to his feet, straightening his brown suede jacket as he descended from the stairs. His heart started to pound against his chest; his hand tightened around the bouquet and he patted the small bulge in his jacket pocket. This was it, he was going to do it. He chuckled as he watched you; you were too engrossed with your cupcake to realize the one person you wanted to see was standing not thirty feet away from you.
“It’s a little difficult to book a last minute flight for dogs,” he told you and your eyes narrowed at the echoey effect. “But it’s not so bad for humans.” He chuckled softly, holding up one hand to give you a small wave when you looked up. “Hey, I have to go.” You let out a breathy chuckle of disbelief, smiling so wide that your cheeks hurt. “I just saw the love of my life walk up,” he said into the phone then hung up.
“Chris!” You ran towards him, dropping your cake as you threw your arms around his neck. He laughed and picked you up and spun you in a circle. “Oh my God,” you felt your eyes welled in your eyes and you buried your face in the crook of his neck. “I’ve missed you so much.”
“I’ve missed you too, beautiful.” He let out a satisfied sigh, clutching onto you tightly. “God, it is so good to see you.” He squeezed you as tightly as you squeezed him, neither of you wanted to let go because the past month seemed like an eternity. “Phone calls and FaceTime sessions will never make up for this.”
“Never leave me again.” You told him and both of you chuckled softly because it was an impossible request; as happy as you were, you knew he couldn’t stay for long. “I can’t believe you’re here,” you told him as you started to pull away. “Thank you, baby.” You said when you took the bouquet he was holding out for you. “These are beautiful. You just made my birthday a thousand times better,” you pecked him on the lips, smiling.
“Only a thousand?” He asked with a smile and you chuckled because you didn’t realize he was using that as a segway to pop the big question. “I was actually hoping to make it a million times better.” He told you, slipping his hand into his jacket pocket as he descended down on one knee.
“Oh my God,” you breathed.
“There will never be a perfect time, or a perfect way to propose.” He began, flipping the little box open to reveal a breathtaking diamond ring; from the looks of it, Chris followed the three month’s salary rule which was insane considering who he was and what he did for a job. “But,” he paused for effect, his smile widening as he took your left hand in his. “There is a perfect person for everyone and you, my love, you’re mine.”
“Chris,” your voice quivered out of excitement and nerves.
“Shhh,” he chuckled, pressing one finger to his lips. “I wanted a Disney World proposal but I’m doing it on your doorstep instead, the least you can do is let me make my speech.” He joked and you chuckled, pressing your lips together to show you were going to shut it. “Okay, where was I? Yes, um-” he cleared his throat, catching his train of thought. “I know it’s ridiculous and you may think I’m just saying it for the sake of the romance, but- I knew when I met you that we were going somewhere. You were like this light that wouldn’t stop shining on my life, even the darkest days felt bright with you in it. The past two and a half years have been both an absolute dream and utter hell for me,” he said and your eyes narrowed in confusion; he chuckled softly and explained. “Because you’re amazing and I love every second with you, but it’s also been a long one million three hundred and fourteen thousand seconds to get to this moment. If I could’ve,” his voice quivered as tears welled in his eyes, “I would’ve proposed after our first date.”
“Just ask me already,” you urged, laughing to stop yourself from crying.
“Will you marry me?” He asked, smiling.
“Yes,” you nodded.
He smiled and slipped the ring onto your finger before getting up off the ground to wrap his arms around you and draw you in for the kiss of a lifetime. It felt as though all the stars aligned that night and no birthday was ever going to top this one. Chris broke the kiss and hugged you tightly, you smiled and held up your hand in front of the both of you to admire the ring.
“This is possibility one of the most impractical things you’ve ever bought,” you told him and he chuckled softly, pressing a soft kiss on the side of your head. “Like I love it, it’s beautiful. I mean- don’t get me wrong. I’m very, very impressed with the ring-”
“Then just kiss me and shut up,” he chuckled.
“But,” you continued and he groaned, feigning annoyance; you chuckled. “We could’ve used the money to buy that beautiful house we saw a few months ago, have somewhere we can call ours instead of yours or mine. I mean- yeah, I have my place and you have yours but- don’t you want somewhere we can call ours?” You didn’t know if you were making sense but from the look on Chris’ face, you knew he understood what you meant. “You get it, right?”
“Yeah,” he nodded. “But you get my job, right? I can afford to buy both, which is kind of what I did.” You narrowed your eyes in confusion as he pulled away from you. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a set of brand new keys. “Remember your dream house?” Your jaw dropped and you held out your hand excitedly, he chuckled and placed them in the palm of your hand. “Well, it just became a reality.”
Waiting was the worst, especially with the condition you were in; pregnant. You were about five months along, your middle having grown out and were now starting to feel the kicks of the life you were staring with Hanzo. Even though the archer was stoic and rather unemotional to anyone else, you knew he had a gentle heart in there and you managed to find it. The man had pierced your heart long before you got his after working with him getting to know him, and even saving each other a few times since the Recall was out into affect. With each other’s hearts, you managed to convince him to start a family, hoping this would help him forgive himself and give him the life he deserved with lots of love. Now only if your own heart wasn’t aching at the moment as he was out a mission, worrying that he would make it back save to you, to your child. Knowing he would be back sometime today, you were waiting in the main lounge of the reused headquarters, cozy on the couch as you pined for your love to come home safely. Unknown to you though, the father of your child was looking for you, having looked in your shared room and else where, his feet silent as he soon spotted his love. With slow, quiet steps, he walked over to surprise you of his arrival.
“You seem to be doing well,” Hanzo mumbled, the archer placing his hand on your shoulder.
“I wasn’t until you showed up,” surprised, you looked behind your shoulder to see that face you missed so much, “How are you?”
“I could say the same,” he pressed your forehead against yours, the closest he got to public displays of affection usually but since the beginning of your pregnancy, he had been doing a bit more but only when he was sure you two were alone. This was the case at the moment as he moved around the couch, taking a seat as he placed a hand on your bulge and rubbing it gently.
“Ha-anzo, what are yo-ou doing?” you asked him, a little embarrassed as your cheeks flustered deep red at the potential of someone seeing you two.
“I would like to say hello to our child,” Hanzo mumbled as he was going to lean in to kiss your belly but noticed a familiar blue glow coming from his arm. His two spirit dragons, currently in noodle form had manifested, curling up around your middle and starting to nip at Hanzo, who had currently jerked away. “What the-”
“I’m sorry, they seem to be protective of me,” you chuckled, the two protecting you like crazy since you first told Hanzo you were pregnant, “Much like their master.”
“They should learn to respect him as well,” Hanzo grumbled as he shot the two dragons a dirty look but he couldn’t be that mad. He was actually rather proud of them as he sat back in his seat, sighing to himself. “Yet Soba and Udon tend to follow their own path.”
The noodle dragons were curled up around your belly, rather warm and light and were occasionally moved out of place by a well placed kick from the fetus. Hanzo tried a few more time to touch his child for father-child bonding but the spirits were as protective as ever and the archer gave up after a while. At least he had you, wrapping his hand around yours and rubbing your fingers gently while your other was petting one of the noodles, Soba, you think.
With the jungle of spurs starting to get louder and louder, Hanzo let of your hand, much to your dismay, and crossed his arms as Jesse walked in, looking over your way with a smile on his face. “Well howdy, dar- oh, I see yer back,” his smile turned into a frown, noticing your man right there as he shrugged but walked closer.
“You’re surprised?” Hanzo asked him, rather defensive of you from him and from the look on the dragons’ faces, they would be too.
“I’ve ben hopin’ to visit yer lil’ varmint,” Jesse mumbled, trying to have a little fun with the idea of being an uncle, “An uncle’s gotta say howdy.”
“Only if it’s okay with you,” you sighed, knowing Jesse was a decent friend but Hanzo was your love and with the two not liking each other, tolerance was all up to Hanzo.
Hanzo paused for a moment, thinking as he looked at you, Jesse, and then at the dragons. A small smirk soon started to grow on his face as he actually nodded in agreement. “By all means.”
Jesse smirked as he was gonna be the best uncle before the kid was born, hoping to get a kick to them.
“Don’t mind if I- OWW!” Jesse had tried to move close but he didn’t even lay a hand on you as Soba nipped at his finger. Udon proceeded to hiss at Jesse, biting his other hand. It was only when Jesse got up and shook the pair off that the dragons let go, hissing and growling at they returned to their previous spots on and around their master’s child.
“Why I outta- control yer snakes!” Jesse grumbled as he rubbed his fingers, looking at the little bite marks on his hands and fingers. The glare he shot Hanzo could’ve probably killed him but he was relaxed the entire time.
“They do this by their own accord,” he stated, cool, calm, and collective on the outside but the light upward curve of the corners of his mouth stated he was proud of his spirit dragons, “You just have to respect them.”
“Maybe I’ll visit when the kid is born,” Jesse sighed, knowing he would have another option later when those serpents where under control or exterminated but much later than he wanted. With mumbled and grumbled under his breath, he left the room to have the bites checked by Angela and he wouldn’t die by such rascals.
You sighed, looking at all of them before you pinched your brow out of disgrace. “You’re too protective, all of you.”
The dragons whined, thinking they were doing the right thing as they tried to lick your hands and face to make it up to you. Meanwhile their master furrowed his brow, not liking to be chided like this but he nodded. “… but in a good way?”
“Of course,” you replied, knowing you couldn’t be mad your child’s father, kissing his cheek in return before asking one more thing out of all of them, “… but maybe back down a bit?”
Hanzo looked at the noodles, almost as if understanding each other in the silence as Hanzo replied for all of them with a cocky smile on his face.
“We can make no promises.”
~The next morning~
Jesse was not going to die, according to Angela, but he thought he would as he had gotten up in the morning, bites all wrapped and grouchy over it. “Might need a second opinion ‘bout these bites,” he mumbled as he was currently getting dressed, “Don’t want no rabies.”
When Jesse was finally getting his boots on, he had too much on his mind to notice his boot seemed a little too heavy and it was too late as he noticed a sharp pain to his toe. “DA-AMN!”
“What was that?” you hummed, hearing a loud and a bit of an effeminate scream echoing down the hall as Hanzo and you were currently eating breakfast with the rest of the Overwatch agents.
“Seems he woke up to a surprise,” Hanzo mused, sipping at his tea nonchalantly, “Not of my doing, of course.”
His choice of words made you curious, then angry as you furrowed your brow at him. “What did you do?”
Hanzo only took another sip of tea while a small, wiggly blue glow crawling up his sleeve, retreating to it’s home before the archer answered you.
“In his wording, you could say he found a snake in his boot.”