my circle is small

Our Future

This is just a little Hoseok drabble. Idk what I was thinking but it was super cute in my head.


Hoseok x Reader

Word Count: 787

You and your boyfriend are talking about the future and you surprise each other with the cutest little ideas. ♥️


“Do you ever think about the future?”


The question sat in the air, making me smile to myself when he moved his phone from his face to look at me. I continued to smile but at him which made him smile back, “yah, answer me, Y/N. Stop staring!”


I moved to sit up, setting my book down as I looked at him, less of a smile on my face when I saw how serious he was. “I mean, of course I do. We’ve been together for almost 4 years, how couldn’t I?”

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I don’t hold grudges, it’s not healthy. I’ve made my circle quite small, and I like it that way. For people who I don’t speak to anymore, know this: I don’t lose sleep over not having you in my life, my life is great. I don’t hate you, because hate would only bring me down. But know this, if I’ve cut you out of my life you handed me the scissors
I want to talk about Cassian...

Because of course I do. But I have been having some thoughts about him and his position both within the Inner Circle but also what he does in a wider sense for Rhys and the Night Court and the challenges he must have faced in doing so. 

“And we’re not lesser faeries, though some try to call us that. We’re just—Illyrians. Considered expendable aerial cavalry for the Night Court at the best of times, mindless soldier grunts at the worst.
“Which is most of the time,” Azriel clarified.

I want to consider how this idea must have shaped Cassian (and Azriel)’s time in the Night Court. This is the court a large chunk of which rejected Rhys – the most powerful High Lord in Prythian’s history in part because he was half-Illyrian. I don’t think it’s a huge stretch to imagine that this prideful court might not have reacted altogether that well when their armies were placed under the command of a bastard born pure Illyrian warrior like Cassian.

To them the Illyrians are ‘expendable’ or else ‘mindless soldier grunts’ they’re arrow fodder, they’re the consistent vanguard that does the brunt of the damage and takes the brunt of the blows from the oncoming battle and protects the far more important, far more valuable High Fae and faerie warriors of the Night Court behind them. They’re a shield and a battering ram, a tool to be used and little more.

I can’t imagine that they took well to having Cassian placed over them as commander, no matter how he might have proved himself in battle these sort of stereotypes and ways of thinking aren’t something you overcome because of a few good war stories. I can only imagine the backlash that Cassian suffered as a result of this and how these people he would lay down his life to protect more than likely thought him entirely unworthy of his position, unworthy of respect, unworthy of the honour of command, unworthy to lead them.

But I don’t really want to focus too much on that aspect of it. I want to focus on Cassian. And I want to focus on the way in which I think he would have won these warriors over (because he still commands Rhys’ armies. If he’d been unable to do so, unable to earn their loyalty and obedience he wouldn’t)

Methods of controlling/keeping subjects and inferiors in line is something that is brought up in this series. It’s not given a huge amount of attention but it is there. Tamlin is a good example of the other side of Cassian’s coin.

Tamlin and the Spring Court before him is steeped in a tradition of control and control through fear. This is seen on a small scale with the way in which Tamlin responds to Lucien pushing back, he belittles Lucien, “Did I ask for your opinion?”  and uses his considerable power to punish Lucien for an insolent look (a punishment we’re never shown which adds to the sense of fear) 

But it’s seen on a larger scale with the Tithe. People are expected to pay their dues to him and they turn up and do so yes because it’s a symbiotic balance in a way – they provide for Tamlin and he keeps them safe – but also from the fear of him hunting them down and executing them if they don’t do as they’re commanded.

This method is no doubt successful but in the long term it has some very serious, gaping flaws. Ruling with fear leaves little room for anything else and I don’t think it inspires a whole lot of loyalty or respect.

The flip side of this is I think the method that Cassian would have used to bind his warriors to him. I can’t see Cassian ordering brutal punishments or executions for those who refuse to fall in line with him (largely because initially this would likely have meant executing pretty much everyone) I don’t think fear or brutality would have appealed in the least to Cassian (I don’t think he’s a pushover; and if someone betrays them or acts out of turn he will punish them) but initially, making people fall in because they fear him isn’t something I can see him doing.

I think Cassian would have won them to him with love. With compassion and empathy and that heart of his. I think Cassian, the greatest warrior Rhys has ever known, doesn’t use that aspect of himself to command fear and make his men too terrified of his wrath to disobey them – I think he inspires love in his men and I think this love breeds the loyalty and respect that Tamlin is lacking which is why Cassian has been so successful as a commander in the past.

Rhys loosed a breath. “…I’ve witnessed Cassian rip apart opponents and then puke his guts up once the carnage stopped, sometimes even mourn them.

There’s such compassion in Cassian, raw, strong, utterly unapologetic compassion. I think that in spite of being one of the strongest Illyrians in history and being loaded with the killing power, despite everything that’s been done to him and everything he’s seen Cassian retains quite a tender heart. Which is so rare from this type of male character? The cocky warrior with the skills and title to back that up is allowed to have that gentleness to him, is allowed to respond to the things he’s done in this way, is allowed to throw his guts up after killing, is allowed to mourn his enemy because he feels what he’s done so keenly.

Cassian is a warrior at heart. Born and bred and trained to be one of the best killers in Prythian but I think he’s far deeper and more complex than that. He is not only a warrior. He is a trainer and a brother, a friend, a lover and a dreamer. He is not defined by this warrior status. He is not a bloodthirsty killer who delights in battle and argues for war as the way forward in every instance. He is a fighter – the best Rhys has ever come across – but he doesn’t relish it. He doesn’t relish violence or death. He doesn’t take any pleasure in it. He doesn’t claim glory from the things he’s done or the title he holds.

Cassian shrugged, wings tucking in tighter. “I command Rhys’s armies.”
As if such a position were something that one shrugged off. 

But for Cassian that is the way he responds to it because that may be the title that he holds but it is not who he is. It does not define him. His pride does not lie in the number of warriors he has at his disposal, the number of men he can send to slaughter and die. It does not lie in the great, bloody deeds he’s done in war. It does not lie in the people he has killed. It lies in the people he has saved. Which is why Cassian mourns his enemies, the people he’s killed, the people that need not have died, the people that might have been saved and weren’t. All of them. Friend or foe.

When she finally noticed Cassian, she looked up at him.
His voice was rough as he said, “Five hundred years ago, I fought on battlefields not far from this house. I fought beside human and faerie alike, bled beside them. I will stand on that battlefield again, Nesta Archeron, to protect this house—your people. I can think of no better way to end my existence than to defend those who need it most.”

This I think is one of the most telling and important moments for sussing out who Cassian is and that last line in particular I think is one of the most defining Cassian quotes I can think of. It tells you what he values, it tells you what he loves, it tells you why he fights which is the most important question for someone like Cassian in the position that he’s in. He must always be ready to fight and die; he must always be able to rationalise it and justify it and live with it afterwards especially when he responds to death the way he does: he must know why he fights and what for.

This is a man who fights because he must. This is a man who fights not for glory or honour or riches or legacy or for the simple pleasure of violence and killing. This is a man who fights for love. For compassion. A man who does these things because he has to, to protect those who cannot protect themselves - for this he will die, for this he will blacken his soul and bloody his hands with the acts of war that make him sick to his stomach again and again and again. To defend those who need it most.

The wrappings around my hands were now mere smudges of soot. Cassian’s upraised palms remained before me—ready to take the blow, if I needed to make it. “I’m all right,” he said quietly. Gently.
And maybe I was exhausted and broken, but I breathed, “I killed them.”
I hadn’t said the words aloud since it had happened.
Cassian’s lips tightened. “I know.” Not condemnation, not praise. But grim understanding.

This whole scene is beautifully written and put together and incredibly moving and it’s something I fully intend to meta on and pick apart much more completely than this when I reach it again in ACOMAF. But for Feyre for her recovery, for her grief and guilt this moment where she expresses it out loud is a huge turning point for her and incredibly important. But for Cassian too, for understanding him it’s hugely important for his character as well.

This was one of the first moments where I truly saw Cassian; saw the man behind the fighting leathers and the cocky smiles, saw to that burning heart he has inside. This is a point at which you realise that Cassian is a fighter and a warrior and a killer but in spite of all that, deep down, I don’t think that’s what defines him the most. It’s not the core of him, it’s not the heart of him. It’s an aspect of him, a very important one but it’s not the be all and end all of his character or existence.

Which again is something we very rarely see from characters like Cassian who are built up to be great warriors and fighters. They’re so rarely allowed to have the raw emotion that Cassian has. They would so rarely be allowed to make an admission like this, to respond in this way to an act of selfless heroism. He doesn’t try and rationalise it for her or justify it or offer her glory or try and brush it off. He doesn’t pity her. He doesn’t condemn her. He doesn’t praise her. He just understands her.

This is a man of empathy. A man who looks at Feyre Cursebreaker, the girl they hero worship for the thing that makes her vomit her guts up every single night, the thing that torments her awake and asleep, the thing that makes her feel that ‘it should have been me’ and simply says ‘I know’.

 Cassian understands this, understands her, because when history remembers them their legacy will not be cold sweats and fickle dreams. It will not be their grief and sadness for every death on every side. It will be as heroes. With no thought of the price of that heroism, the weight they carry, the blood they can never wash off. It will remember him as the army leader, one of the strongest Illyrians in history, the greatest warrior of his age. It will remember the people he killed. The great deeds he performed. The slaughter and the glory of the warrior incarnate. I hope it does not forget why. I hope it does not forget his heart. 

Caught {Negan Smut}

Word count: 1.9k (oops I got a little carried away 8D)
Summary: After walking in on Negan and Amber, the scene is replayed over and over again in your mind, you can’t help calling out his name either.
Notes: SMUTTY SMUTTY GOOD GOOD. Also any images are not mine.~ Too lazy to make my own gifs right now. 

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Circle casting!

Maybe I’m a lazy witch but I just cannot get on with the idea of casting a circle, for any magical purpose at all. To me, it seems like rather a lot of work, time and energy for a spell that would take less than a minute or two (for me at least, I’ve only ever cast one spell a couple of years ago, I don’t think I used a circle but it worked anyway).

My room is way too small to have a ‘proper’ or 'traditional’ circle anyway.

I don’t know, it just doesn’t vibe with me.

What do you guys think of circles?

Hands.

“ CAN YOU DO A LEAFY FIC ABOUT HIS HANDS LIKE THE READER LOVES HIS HANDS “

I’m so sorry that it’s so short. I honestly didn’t really know what to do with this, LOL. I hope you like it though! <3  


My eyes stare down at Calvin and I’s intertwined hand. I notice how long his fingers really are, nearly reaching halfway up my hand. His thumb is rubbing small circles onto the top of my hand, soothing me. I’ve always had a thing for Calvin’s hands. They’re so amazing, as weird as that sounds. I honestly never truly thought someone’s hands could be perfect, my thought on that changed once I met Calvin.

I’m brought out of my day dream by a chuckle. I look up, noticing Calvin caught me staring at his hand.

“Dude, what the fuck is with you and my hands, I mean are they really that good?” he asks, laughing a little as he speaks.

I nod, smiling gently at him. “I don’t know what it is, maybe it’s how perfectly my hand fits in yours, or maybe it’s the way your hand always finds its way to mine when we’re side by side,” I speak softly.

I look up at Calvin again, staring into his brown eyes. His thumb has stopped tracing circles on my hand, and his smiling at me. His pearly white teeth show, the wrinkles next to his eyes appearing due to his wide smile.

I giggle, his intense stare making me feel all giddy. His hand squeezes mine, and he looks down at my lips. He leans forward slowly and plants a soft, loving kiss to my lips. He pulls always slowly, smiling at me.

I look back down to our hands, resting my head on Calvin’s shoulder. I play with his fingers, lifting them and dropping them, bending them, pulling them. I feel Calvin rumble with laughter, feeling his gaze fall onto me playing with his fingers.

Slide up to me and kiss my neck. Tell me the things I’ve been dying to hear you say about sex, life, lust, love…death in my arms, life on your lips, eternity between us as we consume every ounce of each other, once again.

Say my name, slowly. Whisper it into my ear as I kiss your neck. My tongue drawing small circles of your name with every breath, as I come alive, again, and you take a grip.

Today is just beginning, tonight’s s long way off. Let me love you past the morning as you welcome every drop and every inch of my desire. Say it once again. I will lay here in the dark until you do.

I’ve never loved another, until there was you.

So why am I, still, alone…?

—  H. Murcia 10:25PM 11/23/2016
Actually A Sweet Person: Blurryface Smut

People are misunderstood all the time. Blurryface is one of those people. Everyone thinks that because he has a hard exterior that he is a bad person. But, I know that he isn’t. I’m the only one he shows his true colors to.

“Y/N,” Blurry says walking into my room.

He lives in my neighborhood so he comes over a lot, even though my parents don’t necessarily approve. Plus I’m he’s only true friend.

“Hey,” I say to him sitting up in my bed.

Blurry moves further into my room, taking a seat next to me on the bed. He looks down at his hands not meeting my gaze. I move my hand to his back rubbing small circles trying to comfort him. Blurry turns to look at me, his eyes all puffy and red. He’s been crying.

“Blurry, what’s wrong?” I question him in a quiet voice.

“No-no one lives me,” he says with a sniffle.

“But I like you,” I whisper to him.

“I know, but Y/N… I-I like you more then just a friend,” he whispers looking away from my gaze again.

My eyes go wide at his words. He has never shown signs of liking me in that way. Granted, I’ve had a crush on Blurry for awhile now. He’s nice and caring, that’s what I love about him. It has always killed me to see him so upset about the way others treat him.

“Blurry, I have a confession to make,” I begin, “I like you more then just a friend too.”

Blurry looks back at me, his expression one of shock. I move to take his hand in mine. Blurry stays still, I move my other hand to his cheek. I slowly lean in, softly pressing my lips to him. After a moment Blurry responds, he moves his arms around my waist pulling me close to him.

Once he kisses back, I completely melt into the kiss. It was unlike any other kiss. It’s so full of love, causing butterflies to irrupt in my stomach. I move myself onto Blurry’s lap, deepening the kiss. I slowly grind on his crotch causing him to groan into the kiss.

Blurry parts from the kiss looking at me, his eyes a darker color then usual. He lifts me up off of his lap laying me down on the mattress. Blurry shifts his body so that he’s hovering over me. He leans down, attaching his lips onto my neck. He sucks and nibbles at the soft skin.

I moan out, my hand going to Blurry’s soft hair. He slips his hand underneath my shirt, moving up to my breast. He squeezes my breast causing me to moan out loudly. I guess it’s a good thing that my parents aren’t home right now.

“Blurry,” I moan out, “I want you.”

He pulls away from me, sitting up right. Blurry pulls off his shirt revealing his chiseled chest. He hands move to the hem of my shirt, pulling it off of me. He then stands up from the bed pulling down his jeans leaving him in just his boxers.

I move my own hands down to the top of my jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping them. Blurry smirks at me pulling my jeans down my legs. His eyes scan over my body, admiring my green lacy bra and panties. My eyes scan over his body as well, noticing the large bulge underneath his boxers.

Blurry moves back over to me, hovering over my body yet once again. He leans down, pressing his lips onto mine. The kiss, unlike earlier, is filled with fire and passion. He presses his crotch against my core slowly gyrating against me.

“Y/N, are you sure you want this?” Blurry asks, parting from my lips.

“Yes, please Burry. I want you,” I groan out.

Blurry pulls off his boxers allowing his cock to spring out. He moves his hands to the top of my panties, pulling them off of me. I reach behind me undoing my bra and flinging it to the ground. I scoot up farther onto the bed. Blurry spreads my legs open allowing him to view my core and it’s entirety.

He moves to position himself in front of my pussy. He looks at me and I nod my head to him, signaling that it’s okay. Slowly, Blurry pushes his cock deep inside of my pussy. I groan out, partly from pleasure and partly from pain. He stays still allowing me to adjust to his vast size.

“You-you can move now,” I say to him once the pain has diminished.

“Okay babe,” he whispers to me.

Blurry starts to slowly thrust in and out of me. He gradually picks up his speed. The room begins to fill with the sound of our moans and the sound of skin pounding skin. I move to wrap my legs around his waist, wanting Blurry to go deeper within me.

Blurry gets the hint, shifting his position changing the angle of his thrusts. He continues to thrust in and out of my pussy, hitting my g-spot perfectly with each thrust. I move my hands to Blurry’s shoulders, digging my nails into his soft skin.

“Fuck, Blurry,” I moan out loudly.

A knot begins to form, my skin heating up, and goosebumps forming all over my skin. Blurry groans out, his cock twitching deep with in me. We’re both close. Blurry his continuous thrusts in and out of my pussy. My walls begin to clench around Blurry’s cock.

“Y/N, cum with me baby,” Blurry groans out.

Blurry’s thrust begin to be sloppy. After a few more hard thrusts, I am pushed over the edge. My orgasm takes over. My body quivers underneath Blurry’s, my skin practically on fire. Blurry moans out my name loudly, his own orgasm taking over. He continues thrusting until we’ve both come over our highs.

Blurry slowly pulls out of me moving to lay down next to me. We look at one another, as we try to catch our breaths. After a few moments, Blurry wraps his arm around me pulling me close to his body. He kisses the top of my head lovingly.

“I love you Y/N,” he whispers to me.

“I love you too Blurry.” And it’s true, I do love him regardless of what others think of him.

Hit The Top Project

The Hit The Top Project aims promote Topp Dogg with help from other fandoms and Topp Klass. That’s because they lack promotions for their comeback Rainy Day and need support right now. In this way we will be able to increase their visibility and increase our family.


The project consists in send support messages, but not only that. You will have to include a picture showing wich fandoms you take part of

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concept: youre asleep next to me but i cant stop looking at you. i tuck a strand of hair behind your ear and run my fingers through your hair. you hum contentedly in your sleep. i run my hands down your back and rub small circles in your hips. you wake up to kiss me and tell me you love me. i kiss you back and you shift your weight to lay on my chest, arms around me and your head in the crook of my neck. i fall asleep to the sound of your breathing

December 3

Gray Saturday
In December’s rain,
On the other side of the glass
a rippled world
becomes an aquarium,
Somewhere in there
you are swimming
into this day
but I cannot see you,
My fingertips
touch chilled glass
and the heat spreads
from me in small circles
of fogged moisture,
My mind can smell
your morning coffee,
Remembers the sharp scent
of wood smoke
seeping through a room,
drifting like bored cats
as a fire that burned out
thirty years ago
crackles brightly
and sends waves of warmth
rolling over the hardwood floor,
I am imagining you
looking out a picture window
Imagining me,
I am here but never just here,
You are there but here as well,
On every rainy cold day
I find you and join you
The only way I can
My mind is open my dear,
Please come in

But He Didn’t (Part 2)

Are u gonna make a part 2 for ‘but he didn’t"?

Comments: I have so many pending part 2′s and part 3′s for things - ya’ll don’t even know D: 

Member: BTS V x Y/N x (ft. Jimin and Jungkook)

Type: Angst

But He Didn’t Pt.1 is HERE

But He Didn’t Pt. 3 is HERE


The water was cold in the bath tub by the time I woke up. I hadn’t even bothered to strip the clothes from my body when I turned the water on and slipped beneath it’s depths. Every time I closed my eyes, Taehyung’s face haunted me, his look of desperation…his hurt. 

I sat up in the water, causing a small tidal wave to ripple around me. I watched it carefully as the water drops from my wet hair hit the bath water and made small circles outwards. I rubbed a wet hand over my face and sighed. 

I slowly stood as the cotton of my shirt clung to me. My jeans felt about ten times heavier than they did when they were dry. I grumbled to myself as I began to strip in my spot, dropping the heavy clothing into the still filled tub. I grabbed my fluffy bath robe and wrapped it around my glimmering skin and tiptoed from my position, careful not to get any of my electronics wet that were still situated beside the porcelain. 

I picked up my phone and sighed as I looked at the screen. No missed text messages. No missed calls. No voicemails. Taehyung had really left and had no intention of fighting me on it. I know it’s selfish to think, when I’m the one breaking up with him, that he should have to fight in order for me to retract the words I had spoken. I didn’t want to take the words back. I truly only wished for his happiness and I was dead set in believing that his happiness wasn’t me. 


“Knock knock,” a cheerful voice called as I lay in my bed, unwilling to move. I looked up to see the smiling faces of the maknae line entering my small bedroom. Jungkook held a box in his hands, Jimin a bouquet of sunflowers. I’m sure he had learned from Taehyung that they were my favorite. 

“We heard you were having a rough time,” Jimin said quietly, setting the flowers on my dresser. “Tae gave us his key to come visit you…since none of us have heard from you…”

“And by none of us, we mean V hyung,” Jungkook said bluntly. “What did you do to him Y/N?”

I stared at him with my swollen eyes as Jimin landed a swift smack onto the back of his head. 

“Aish, what?” Jungkook gasped. “She’s obviously not the only one hurting here.”

Jimin smacked him again and shook his head with a disappointed sigh. 

I hiccuped as I kept a sob from escaping my lips. I rolled over, burying my face into a nearby pillow. I felt a light pressure on the mattress beside me and a small hand rub up and down my back. 

“Just because we’re in a group with Tae,” Jimin whispered, his voice closer than I had expected. “Doesn’t mean you can’t talk to us.”

I heard Jungkook groan from somewhere near the door. I turned, fresh tears still in my eyes to see him slumped against it. 

“Yah, why’d you come if you were going to be rude!” Jimin gasped, pointing a finger at his dongsaeng. “Go, go wait on the couch!” 

Jungkook stuck his tongue out at Jimin and exited my room. Jimin turned, putting his attention back on my red face. He wiped his thumb carefully over my cheek and gave me a sad smile. “I know you haven’t had the easiest couple of weeks…”

“You can say that again,” I whispered, not willing to make eye contact with the sweet boy. 

“I know you haven’t had the easiest couple of weeks,” he repeated with a mischievous smile. I couldn’t stop the small giggle that came out of me which made his toothy grin grow twice in size. 

“There we go,” he cooed, patting my back again. The smile on his face finally faded to a more serious expression. “Y/N, I know you haven’t been enjoying the attention…now that you and Tae have gone public…but wasn’t this what you wanted?”

I paused for a moment, trying to collect my words. “I thought it was,” I whispered. “But I think what I really wanted…was Taehyung…and I was hellbent on getting all of him…I was sick of hiding in the shadows, looking around every corner…it never occurred to me…that when we stopped doing that…things would get so complicated.”

“Technically speaking,” Jimin sighed, crossing one leg over the other and looking away. “You did get all of Tae…you just got a lot more of the baggage that comes with him. Let me tell you, Bangtan has a lot of baggage.”

I groaned, pushing my face back into the pillow again. 

“I just can’t believe…knowing you,” Jimin continued. “That you would give up on what you wanted so easily.”

I felt a fire ignite in my heart and my stomach simultaneously as I flew back up from the pillow and set Jimin with a glare. If looks could kill, he would be on the floor, gasping for breath. 

“You think I’m giving up?” I spat. 

“Well you sure aren’t fighting,” he nodded. “And this…this looks an awful lot like giving up to me.”

“I’m protecting him, Jimin,” I moaned, my hands flying in the air. “I’m keeping him from all of the eventual hurt. I’m too much baggage, not him.”

“Did he ask you to protect him?” Jimin asked. “Since when did he become this fragile thing that needed to be protected? To be honest, I think what you’re doing right now is causing more harm than any kind of help you’re trying to give. You aren’t a martyr.”

“I don’t understand,” I grumbled, crossing my arms. “Are you playing good cop AND bad cop?”

“Well I can get Jungkook back in here if you want him to play bad cop,” Jimin chuckled. 

I couldn’t stop myself from rolling my eyes. “No thank you.”

“Call him, Y/N,” Jimin sighed. “He is lost without you.”

“He hasn’t ate and he won’t talk to anyone!” Jungkook called from the living room. 

“Yah, stop eavesdropping! You have her wifi password, busy yourself!” Jimin yelled back, shaking his head. He composed his expression and looked back at me again placidly. “He hasn’t ate and he won’t talk to anyone.”

I groaned and flung myself backwards onto the bed. These boys were hurting my head. They were such a mess. Unfortunately though, they made me miss Taehyung even more. Maybe I was being selfish. He deserved some explanation better than what I was giving and a chance to tell me how he felt. I had shut down too quickly. I had been the one to give up. 

Jimin pushed my phone with his finger along my comforter. “I can’t make you call him…I can only suggest it.”

“I’ll talk to you later Jimin,” I sighed, taking my phone into my hands and pulling it to my chest. I nuzzled into my blankets and closed my eyes. “Can you lock the door on the way out?”

Jimin didn’t respond, but I felt his weight shift on the bed and eventually disappear. His footsteps retreated into my living room where I heard him and Jungkook exchange hushed words. Eventually I heard my front door close and the lock click shortly after. I opened my eyes and looked down to my phone screen. A single tear crashed onto the glass and I heaved a deep breath before unlocking it and scrolling through my contacts. My finger hovered carefully over Taehyung’s name before I finally gave it a gentle tap. It launched into a call and I held my breath as one ring came after another. 

I was convinced after the third ring that I was going to be sent to voicemail until a groggy voice came over the line. It was the same deep voice I had fallen hopelessly in love with so many months ago. 

“Jagi?” 

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But He Didn’t 1/2/3