Summary: Part 5. To move on from was traditionally one of two
ways; easy or difficult. Never had the concept of moving on been
so damn confusing.
Word Count: 2,107
A/N: I’m going to wrap this series up in a few parts; I think the characters have run their course and they need to have their respective ending. Anyway, I hope you enjoy and remember, feedback is much appreciated! Roommates Part 7 shouuld be the next update so be on the look out for that. Also fam ngl I may or may not have listened to
‘몸(BODY)’ waaaaay too much while writing this and you’d think it’d fit the chapter but it really doesn’t
The shot glass slid into the awaiting palm of his
hand, the muscles tightening around it before the contents was tipped
forcefully down the length of his throat. The vodka was all too familiar, it
being both a comfort and an annoyance.
Mino didn’t care.
For one night, he wanted to try and forget.
For a brief moment, he made eye contact with the
woman across the bar. Her lips curved up into a seductive smile and her eyes filled
with something that made him cringe.
If Mino wasn’t so dejected then he would have
If Mino wasn’t so broken then he would have gladly
strode over to the woman and spent the night with her, only to break her heart
by leaving the next morning.
If Mino didn’t feel so empty then he would have let
the woman fill his night and heart in a way that would make him feel whole once
But then again, he wasn’t whole, and it seemed he
wouldn’t be for a long time.
Throwing a few bills onto the bar counter, Mino
exited the bar and into the darkened streets of the city, hugging his arms
closer to his body as he walked aimlessly through the night.
He didn’t bother in looking back at the woman
sitting on the barstool.
He didn’t need sympathy, or a meaningless one night
stand that would only reiterate his loneliness.
He needed comfort, solace and affection.
And the closest he could get to that was being
After she accidentally trips into Adrien and apologizes about “falling for him,” Marinette learns that he’s no match for cheesy pick-up lines–whether they were unintended or not. And while she finds it flattering that he turns into a flustered mess with only a few words, Marinette comes to regret making him uncomfortable. That is, until she learns he’s Chat Noir. At which point the phrase “just desserts” becomes a permanent fixture in her everyday plans.
A story in which Adrien is flustered, Marinette is smooth as glass at dropping lines, and Chat Noir gets the romance he was always asking for–even if he doesn’t quite know how to handle it.
“What are they doing?” Marinette asked, the two girls watching from the shade of the doorway. Down the stairs and to the side of Adrien’s car—which was parked as usual in front of the school—stood the boy in question, as well as Nino. They were leaning in close, talking it appeared, though there was some gesturing. Nino had a hand on Adrien’s shoulder, while Adrien held his fists up between them, pumping them repeatedly while he continued muttering.
Alya smirked. “He’s psyching himself up,” she explained. “You know, the good ol’ pep talk.”
“For you!” Alya clapped her on the back.
“Oh…” Marinette bit the inside of her cheek, pondering the notion before she grabbed Alya by the arm and dragged her inside.
“I thought we were waiting for them,” Alya said. That was the whole reason they’d been loitering up by the door. But Marinette had decided on a change of plans. If Adrien was to the point where he was anticipating her approach, she needed to change tactics. Perhaps less of a surprise would be more shocking to him.
Assuring Alya that she had everything under control, the two split up once they reached they were in the locker room, Marinette doing her best to act as naturally as possible. She managed to catch Adrien and Nino’s voices as they entered, and so waited long enough for them to reach their lockers before she shut her own and headed around the row.
“Alya!” she called, tone friendly, and waved when her best friend looked up.