“He hates me,” Bitty moaned, flopping on his couch. Holster was raiding his kitchen, listening to his rant about Jack Zimmermann.
“I don’t even know what I did wrong! Maybe it was because I told him that he played a hard game last night the first time he came into the bakery? All he does is glare at me and say stuff like ‘Eric, the coffee is too sweet,’ or ‘Eric, you need more protein.’”
“Brah, maybe Zimmermann just has a total resting bitch face,” said Holster as he pulled out a leftover pie from Bitty’s fridge. “Guy seems fucking intense. At least he’s good for business.”
“He keeps on glaring at me! And he comes in, like, three times a week. Orders a coffee and just drinks it in his corner, ignores my attempts at conversation even though, mind you, he has already said some pretty rude stuff!”
“The guy’s a celebrity, he probably has his head so far in his ass and doesn’t care about shit, and also just wants some privacy. Bits, you haven’t been taking pictures of him and posting it on twitter have you?” Holster asked, alarmed.
Bitty gasped, “Adam Birkholtz! I would never!”
“Then just treat him like an antisocial customer, he can’t be the only one going to the bakery who doesn’t want conversation and just wants service and food,” Holster said, dropping down next to Bitty on the couch with two tins of pie.
“I know,” Bitty sighs. “He’s just…so handsome. And he was so nice to Nursey when that fool tripped. And he tips generously. And he’s just so gorgeous, even when he’s glaring at me and speaking in grunts whenever I ask him how his day has been. I just want him to like me!”
Holster navigated the TV to a rerun of Golden Girls and handed Bitty one of the pie tins. “I think that’s your problem. You’re an amazing person, Bits, but maybe you can be a bit too friendly for resting bitch face robozoid Zimmermann. Maybe stop asking him about his day and just let him chill.”
Rubbing your sleepy eyes, you read the last message over again. He’s in front of your apartment?
Slowly, you turned your head to your right and glanced at Jimin, realizing that he was sound asleep.
Carefully, you unwrapped his arm from your middle and placed a soft kiss on his temple before you walked out of your shared bedroom.
Still confused, you walked downstairs, trying to ignore the uneasy feeling. What was he doing here at this hour?
The minute you opened the door, you were met with a completely drenched Taehyung. Slowly, he looked up and connected his blank looking eyes with yours.
Shocked, you looked at his pale face. “Taehyung, what happened to you? Why are you-”
Before you could end your sentence, he closed his eyes and whispered. “Y/N, can you hug me, please?”
Frozen, you looked at him. “W-What?”
He opened his eyes again, letting the now newly formed tears roll down his face. “Please..”
Unsure what to do, you hesitantly opened your arms. Without waiting any second, he walked forward and wrapped his arms around your body, making sure to hold you close as he started crying on your shoulder.
You, on the other hand, stood there, arms frozen mid air, not sure about your next move. What happened to him? Why was he crying?
The moment you heard his sobs, you wrapped your arms around his shaking body and stroke his back. “Shh, it’s okay.. Everything is going to be okay..”
Closing the door, you wrapped your hand around his wrist and dragged him to your living room.
Without saying anything he followed you and laid his head on your lap when you both sat down on your sofa.
Sitting there together, none of you saying anything. You placed your hand on his head, stroking his hair softly in order to calm him down a little bit.
Suddenly, you heard him whisper. “I’m sorry, Y/N.. I’m sorry for everything she has done to you..”
Your body stiffened when you heard those words, remembering the day she had “visited” you at the hospital.
↳ Flashback: Three years ago..
“How are you feeling, Y/N?”
You looked up from your hands and connected your eyes with hers, inwardly being thankful that she was the first one to speak up and break the uncomfortable tension in the hospital room.
Lifting the corners of your lips slightly, you nodded once as you looked down at your fiddling hands again. “Good.. I think… Could have been better..”
When you heard her cold voice, your head snapped up. “W-What?”
Standing up from the chair, she crossed her arms in front of her chest and walked towards your bed. “I know that you’re still pregnant, you can’t fool me.”
You opened your eyes widely as you tried to control your breathing, the smirk plastered on her face making it hard for you to concentrate. “H-How do you know?”
A sarcastic chuckle left her mouth. “Money is everything, sweetie. And it’s even easier if you have a friend working at the hospital. It wasn’t hard to get your documents, darling.”
“What do you want, Hara?”
“I heard that there is a chance that your poor heart won’t be able to survive the labor. What a pity..”
You clenched your jaw and closed your eyes, the words coming out of your mouth as a hiss. “Hara, tell me what you want!”
“I don’t like sharing, Y/N. So leave. Go without saying anything. I don’t want to see you near Jimin or Taehyung ever again!”
↳ End of Flashback
You snapped out of your thoughts when you felt Taehyung’s hands on your arms. "You must have suffered a lot.. Why didn’t you tell me?!“
Getting out of his grip, you looked away. “It doesn’t matter anymore, Taehyung.. My son has already lived three years without his father..”
“No! You can’t just forget all the things she has done to you! You shouldn’t! Y/N-”
Just before he could end his sentence, you heard a loud banging against your apartment door, making you both jump on your spot. “Open the door! Don’t listen to him, Y/N! Open the door!”
Your body shot up the moment you recognized the voice, making your heart race against your rib cage as the fear started bubbling up in your body. “T-Taehyung! She’s here! She’s going to take my child!”
“What’s going on? Taehyung? What are you doing here?” When you heard Jimin’s sleepy voice, you turned around immediately, running towards him as you clutched his t-shirt with your shaking hands. “Jimin! Hara is here! Go to Jihyun and stay beside him! She’s going to take him!”
“No, Jimin go upstairs and-”
“Baby, calm down-”
“-make sure he doesn’t leave his room-”
You flinched when you heard Jimin’s loud voice, a loud sob escaping your mouth when he wrapped his strong arms around your body. “She can’t do anything! Not when I’m here! Who is she to take our son away from us! She can’t do anything!”
You looked at him with fearful eyes when he planted a soft kiss against your lips before he walked towards the apartment door, ready to open it to a shouting Hara.
From the corner of your eyes, you saw Taehyung standing near the sofa, his hands formed into fists, looking away with an unreadable expression plastered on his face.
The minute Jimin opened the door, Hara lunged into your apartment, immediately walking towards you.
Before you could even step away from her, she wrapped her hands around your arms and looked into your eyes with her teary ones, repeating each word as she shook her head from side to side. “Don’t listen to Taehyung, Y/N! He’s lying! He was the one who-”
Without having the chance to end her sentence, Hara was yanked away from you by Taehyung, his hand placed on her mouth as he hissed. “Shut up!”
Confused, you looked at them. What was he hiding?
You watched how Hara yanked his hand away, pushing him away as she shouted. “No! I will no longer do what you say to me! You already took three years away from them, Taehyung! And you’re still lying to her! Why can’t you let them in peace?!”
Taehyung hissed again. “I told you to shut up-”
“T-Taehyung, what is she saying?” You looked at him with pleading eyes, hoping that your thoughts were wrong.
“He forced me, Y/N! He forced me to send those messages! He was the one who send me to your hospital room! He’s the reason why Jihyun lived without his father for three years!”
And in that moment, you felt like a bullet went through your chest. Your vision started getting blurry, your weak knees failing on you, making you collapse on the floor.
The last thing you saw was a furious Jimin punching Taehyung in the face and a worried Hara shouting your name as you were welcomed by the darkness.
When you opened your eyes, you were lying on the sofa with a worried Jimin sitting beside you, making sure that you were okay.
When Jimin realized that you were awake, he immediately wrapped his arms around your body and started placing several kisses on your face. “How are you feeling? Are you okay? Should we go to the hospital? Is your head hurting? Y/N, should I call an ambulance-”
You caressed his face softly as you leaned your forehead against his. “Shh, I’m okay.. I’m okay..”
Intertwining your hand with his, you leaned back a little bit and turned your head around, looking at Taehyung who was sitting on the opposite sofa, his face covered with newly formed bruises from earlier.
Taking a deep breath, you closed your eyes and asked. “Why did you do that?”
You opened your eyes when you realized that he wasn’t going to answer. “Taehyung, why did you do that?”
“I still love you.”
The minute Jimin heard his answer, he lunged forward but you stopped him with your hand, your eyes now fixed on Hara’s sad face.
Taking another deep breath, you turned to Jimin. “Jimin, why don’t you take Hara and go out a little bit. I think she needs a little bit of fresh air-”
Jimin furrowed his eyebrows. “No! I’m not leaving you alone with that bastard!”
Stoking his hand, you whispered. “Jimin, please. Hara doesn’t look good.. Do it for me, hm?”
Huffing loudly, Jimin stood up from the sofa and walked towards Hara, making sure to help her stand up since she was struggling with her growing baby bump.
When you were sure that they were out of the house, you placed your head in your hands and started talking. “You lied to me, Taehyung.”
“You told me that you found a new home, that you’re in love with her.”
“No, I didn’t. At first, I thought that she was the one. She made me happy. I felt at home. But then I realized that she wasn’t you. I realized that I longed your voice, your touch, I longed you, Y/N..”
“Taehyung, she loves you! Can’t you see that she’s hurting?! You’re hurting her!”
“I’m hurting too! Can’t you see that I’m a wreck without you?!”
“Taehyung, you’re now married and your second child is on its way. You have a family who loves you no matter what.. They are the reason for your happiness-”
“No! I’m not happy! I’m not happy without you, Y/N! And if I’m not happy, then you can’t be happy too! That’s why I forced Hara to send those messages! I wanted to prevent seeing you three happy as a family!“
A sarcastic chuckle escaped your mouth. "You’re selfish, Taehyung.”
He shook his head. “No, I’m in love.”
“That’s not love. That can’t be love..”
“No matter what you say, Y/N, I’ll fight for you! I’ll win you back! You were mine and I’ll make sure that you’ll be mine again!”
You shook you’re head from side to side. “No, I’ll never be yours again. The more you try to destroy my family, the more we will hold onto each other and be happy. Do you know why, Taehyung?”
You watched how his strong expression turned into a hurt one when he looked at your lifted hand, his eyes fixed on your ring finger.
“We’re getting married, Taehyung. And no matter what you do, I’ll always go back to Jimin. I’m sorry, but I’m in love with him, Taehyung-ah. You can’t change that..”
Prompt: Gerard is a vampire casually living in New York, when he meets a cashier who works the graveyard shift at a small corner store.
Note: WHY DID I NAME IT THIS. WHY AM I SO BAD AT NAMING THINGS?!!?!
This one is rlly fluffy but I’m gonna write a pretty hot and intense vamp!gee fic next so yay
She was just incredible. Her soft H/C hair that fell
perfectly no matter if she styled it or not, those sparkling E/C eyes that lit
up the room? She was ridiculously gorgeous. Plus one day Y/N hadn’t worn her
uniform (her manager must’ve been lenient that day) and instead wore a Smashing
Pumpkins tee. If I wasn’t head over heels before, I certainly was now.
But there was only one tiny problem with asking her out.
“…And that problem is?” Frank asked, and I
My eye twitched, “My problem
is that you turned me into a goddamn vampire, you dickhead!”
Frank Iero was a nice guy. My best friend, in fact. He had a
good taste in music, would help you if you were feeling down, and was generally
fun to be around, despite the copious amounts of sex jokes he made. Frank was
also a two hundred year old vampire who was turned in the Victorian times.
He sighed, “Are you still angry at me for that?”
The story goes a bit like this. Frank and I had gone out
drinking a few months ago and got absolutely hammered. We stumble back to his
apartment somehow, both of our senses of composure out the window. This is when
drunk Frank decides that he’s hungry and that the tastiest lunchable was his
vulnerable best friend next to him, proceeding to drink me dry. Now, even drunk
Frank realized after a few pints that he had taken too much. I had already
passed out and was totally screwed. The choice boiled down to letting me die
and live with killing his best friend, or force-feeding me his own blood and
turning me into a vampire.
Guess which one he went with?
“Yes, Frank. I am still angry at you for making me and my
brother immortal vampires.” I snapped, the sides of my phone dipping into my
Oh yeah, when vampires are just born they are absolutely
ravished. Frank was in the bathroom when I woke up, nursing a massive hangover,
when Mikey walks in. I hadn’t returned his calls and he didn’t know If we had
too much to drink. The moment he stepped through the door I had already begun
drinking (If I remember right, he tasted horrible)
“Dude, there are worse things out there. I could’ve let you
die, you know?” If I had a nickel every time he said that, I would be Oprah.
I collapsed my head into the couch and tried to relax. “Can
we please just get back to the target conversation please?”
The guitarist hummed, “Right. So, why don’t you just ask out
your little Bella Swan character then?”
I cringed, “God, please don’t, you know I hate that movie,”
Frank just laughed like always. Asshole. “If I ask her out then I’m just going
to end up biting her and that will ruin her life. That’s why I can’t, you
“I don’t know, Gerard. I was around you three for what, a
year? A year before turning one of you. And that stuff with Mikey? That’s on you,
buddy.” He murmured smugly, and I heard a prominent slurping sound from the
other line that made my chest pang. God, I was hungry. I hadn’t fed in a month,
and I needed another bag from Frank, and soon.
I grabbed the bottle of pomegranate juice off the end table
nearby, which did wonders for keeping the thirst at bay. “So I’ve gathered that
you are completely useless, is that it?”
“Hey, buddy, the only advice that I can give you is to just
go ask her out. What’s stopping you?”
I tapped my foot nervously, “Well… I mean, when I go near
her I get all nervous. And there’s just butterflies in my stomach…”
“Digest them, goddamnit. You’re not getting any younger,
just go ask her out. Do not call me again until you do.” And before I could
even say anything, the line went dead.
Yep, Frank is completely
I peaked around the corner,
nervously biting at my bottom lip. It might’ve looked a bit creepy, now that I
think about it. Y/N had her eyes closed, resting her head on her hand,
meanwhile I was just watching her from the opposite end of the store, trying
not to stare.
Her eyes opened suddenly, and I
was caught off guard. I whirled away, pretending to busy myself with the
granola bars on the shelf while she looked at me with an amused smile.
“You know you have to buy
something, right? Not just stand there?” If the blood in my body hadn’t
permanently gone cold I would’ve surely been blushing in that tiny corner
I scrambled for anything to buy
that might distract me from the embarrassing situation. Wrapping my hands
around the first thing I saw, I instantly marched up to the counter without
actually looking down at what I was holding.
Y/N stifled a laugh as she looked
down and I braced myself and slowly followed her eyesight.
It seemed that I was carrying a
very large armful of individual Jello packets. And right there in that moment,
I was silently wishing Frank had accidentally killed me instead of turning me.
I would’ve been spared this fresh horror.
“Uuh…” I stuttered, my voice
completely lost, “uhh… Jello.”
Why am I like this?
She chuckled, “Yeah, Jello. I can
Well at the very least it looked
like I wouldn’t have to go through the extra embarrassment of asking her out,
seeing as how I’ve practically exiled myself from every coming into this shitty
corner store ever again. “I’ll just go…” As I turned to put the Jello back on
their shelves, Y/N’s voice stopped me.
“Hey, It’s alright. You don’t have
to be shy, It was just funny,” she said, and a brief glimpse of hope flittered
through my head. Quickly, I placed the Jellos back onto the shelf and shuffled
back over to the counter. “So I’ve seen you come by here a couple times now and
I think that I should get to ask for your name.”
I smiled shyly, praying that she
didn’t see anything too noticeable inside my mouth, “Ah.. I’m Gerard. Gerard
Way. And I already know yours… From the nametag! Like, I’m not a stalker or
Fuck. My. Life.
Y/N just hummed, “That settles it
then. You’re cute, awkward, and as you said, not a stalker. Gerard Way, would
you care to go on a date?”
My eyes popped and my jaw loosened
“Pretty sure. I mean, only if you
want to.” She murmured.
Shaking my head, I quickly
responded, “No no no, I would love to
date you! I mean, go on a date with you! Holy shit, yes.”
The cashier giggled and a warm
feeling twinged in my chest. “Well you’re enthusiastic, huh?” I nervously
twiddled with the ends of my long hair, “Alright Gerard Way. Does tomorrow
sound good? We can go get a coffee or something.”
“Coffee sounds really awesome,”
Y/N pulled out a small slip of paper and a pen, preparing to write down her
number. Just as she scribbled out the digits her finger accidentally slid
against the edge of the parchment, and a sliver of red dotted her skin.
An intense pang shot through me,
it felt like a heavy weight being thrown directly at my head. It wasn’t like it
was the first time I’ve smelled blood since I turned, but I still haven’t got
much better at controlling myself. She brushed it off like nothing happened,
handing me the paper and smiling coyly.
“See you tomorrow, Gerard.” I
forced out a smile, excitement completely forgotten and in it’s place was
desperate, clawing thirst.
“Yeah, see you.” I rambled,
rushing out of the doors while trying to act as inconspicuous as possible.
The biting air hit me full force
when I stepped out the door but I could barely feel it over the painful burn
that echoed through every bone in my body. Although my mouth was absolutely the
worst off. It was as if my inner cheek was cracked and dry. My tongue felt like
sandpaper and my throat? Imagine a metal rod glowing white with heat was being
shoved down your throat, melting the skin and dissolving any moisture to be
found. That was how bad my thirst had become.
Blood. I needed blood. I fucking needed it.
I ducked into a nearby alleyway,
praying that nobody saw me. With shaking hands I took my phone from my pocket,
shakily dialing Frank’s number and pressing it into my ear. “Come on… Frank,
please pick up…”
“You’ve reached Frank Iero, if you
want to get back to me-“
“Fuck you Frank, you choose now to not pick up? Oh you’ve got to be
fucking kidding me!!” I shouted into the phone, anger swelling along with the
burn in my throat.
“Hey, you okay, man?” A voice
called from down the alley.
My head jerked to the noise, a
deranged glint in my eyes. There was a man I didn’t recognize at the end of the
alley and he just kept walking towards me. Everything was washing over me, the
smell of iron in the air to the ear-splitting beat of his heart. It was
painfully intense and it kept on getting worse because a random guy kept on
walking towards me.
“Woah, are you alright? Should I
call an ambulance?” The man was feet from me when I grabbed his throat, cutting
off his windpipe. Before I knew what I was doing, he was already being held
against the brick wall and my mouth was open wide.
Fangs slid out of my gums and I
jerked the man’s head to the side, exposing his neck. The last thing I
registered before blood hit my tongue was the terror flashing in the man’s
eyes. His skin split under my sharp teeth and I began to suck, allowing the
flow of his blood to pour into my mouth. It tasted beyond incredible. It felt
as if I hadn’t had anything to drink in years when in reality it was only three
or so weeks. A few pints later I began to hear desperate squeaks coming from my
Victim. Victim? Why would I have a
victim? A dull voice at the back of my mind was telling me that I had my fill
and that I should let the guy go. I could kill him if I drink too much, after
all. But then I focused on the thick taste of blood going down my throat and I
was called back to the delicious blood.
A shrill gasp broke me from my
thoughts, and I instantly tore from the man’s neck. The man fell to the ground,
his face ashen and for a moment I thought he was dead until I saw the steady
rise and fall of his chest.
But that wasn’t what shocked me.
What shocked me was the figure standing in front of me.
It was Y/N, her lips parted and
her eyes wide. I should’ve ran. I should’ve done something to stop her. Gag
her, cover her mouth, something. Instead
I just stood there with blood dripping down my chin.
“Gerard?” she whispered after what
seemed like an eternity, “what… what did you…”
“Y/N please just let me explain,”
I stepped towards her and she flinched, “okay, okay, see? I’m not going to hurt
The cashier shook her head slowly,
I sighed, wiping the blood off my
chin, “A vampire.”
“This… Isn’t possible,” I expected
her to run away or grab a pitchfork. At the very least be scared. But instead she hesitantly stepped forward and slowly
reached out a hand for my face. I caught on, completely relieved that she wasn’t
“Vampires are real?” Y/N murmured
breathlessly. I grinned, exposing the sharp fangs that poked out of my gums.
She carefully touched the fangs, a gleam of awe in her gorgeous E/C eyes.
I nervously laughed, “You know, I
imagined you reacting a bit differently if I ever told you.”
She smiled up at me, “Are you
joking? Repressed goth motherfucker than I am, I think that this is totally cool.”
So… what did ya think? Comments and reblogs with things written with them always make me smile btw so feedback is appreciated.
Accidentally punching your new neighbor
isn’t the best way to introduce yourself.
Fluff. Neighbors AU. 1,633 words.
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You can be
very jumpy sometimes.
during a paintball fight, Eunbi tried to ambush you and ran straight towards
you screaming. In your panic, you threw the paintball gun at her, and she
narrowly avoided a trip to the hospital for a broken nose. It’s safe to say, Eunbi
makes sure to stay a good distance away from you from then on. Actually, all your
friends make sure not to scare you now.
After so many
jump scares, screams, and horror movies later at your friends’ home, you find
yourself bidding them goodbye and walking back to your own apartment. You’re
not sure why you thought it was a good idea to take a stroll back to your place
alone, but after scaring yourself half to death with your own imagination that
warped shadows into dark entities and monstrous creatures, you run the rest of
the way back.
So far, you’ve
made it home safely, thank goodness. Standing in front of your apartment door,
you search through your purse for your keys, furrowing your eyebrows when you
don’t hear the familiar jingle. But suddenly, there’s a small shuffling noise
behind you, and you freeze up. You feel someone creeping up behind you.
Petrified, millions of different scenarios race through your mind, each one
more terrifying than the next. What if it’s a murderer? What if they’re trying
to kidnap you? Oh god, what if it’s that ghost girl from the horror movie? You
frantically try to find your keys now, digging through all your pockets as
feel their hand on your shoulder.
instinct is to scream. Your second is to wildly punch them in the face.
“Fuck! What was that for?!”
That was definitely a real, breathing human being, and not a ghost.
As Shawn’s girlfriend of 3 years you got lots of attention from his fans. Although you aren’t a singer or an actor, just dating Shawn made you popular throughout social media and such.
You loved Shawn’s fans almost as much as he did. They supported him in the thing he loves to do, and that means the world to you. They make him happy, and that’s all you could ever ask for. Though, sometimes they got out of hand. It wasn’t necessarily their fault, it just sorta happened.
If Shawn was somewhere out in the public you had to be sure to have lots of security and a back up plan if something went wrong. His security team was very strict but for good reasons. Shawn was very strict with you if you went out. People recognized you almost as much as they did with Shawn.
Shawn felt bad that he had taken your privacy away. You couldn’t go grocery shopping without a body guard. You couldn’t go get new clothes without having the whole store empty. But that’s how life is now. You could sacrifice your privacy if it help Shawn sleep at night. He was always worried. He got very anxious when you were out. He would hate if something were to happen because of his popularity. But he can’t protect you from everything.
Today Shawn would be playing at the Staples Center in Los Angles. You had been tagging along with him on tour for the summer. It was a hard school year with you at your university and him traveling, but now that school was out all you did was spend time with him.
Right now you guys were heading into the Staples Center to begin sound check, meet and greet and much more. There was lots to do before each show so you had to be there earlier.
And of course Shawn had very dedicated fans that would show up and watch him walk into the arena every time. He would usually stop and take pictures with as many girls as he could, but he couldn’t spend all day out there. If it was up to him, he would.
Right now the some of the security team was in the bus with you, Shawn, Andrew, and Geoff.
“Ok we are gonna have 3 guards on Shawn, 2 on Y/N, one on Geoff and one of Andrew. Just follow them and you’ll be good,” the main guard explained. Everyone nodded then dispersed to get anything else they need from the bus before leaving to the arena.
You followed Shawn to the back of the bus where the was a queen bed that you two shared. It was like the master bedroom of the RV. You had noticed that Shawn had an upset look on his face when he left so you went to investigate.
“Babe, is everything ok? You seemed upset when we left the meeting,” you asked placing your hand on his back and running it up and down a bit.
“Yeah I’m fine. I’m just kinda upset that you only have 2 guards. You know how crazy the girls can get. Maybe we can get one of my guards to go with you,” he explained thinking out loud. You reacted quickly grabbing his shoulder and making him face towards you.
“No way. Shawn they are here to see you. They are going to want a picture with you. They are going to be mobbing you. If you want to keep me happy, then you will take 3 guards. I love you so much, and I know you are used to protecting me, but let me protect you every now and then,” you fought back.
“Ok fine, but if anything happens to you, I’m gonna lose it,” he responded letting his protective side come out again.
“Ok baby,” you said running your hands through his hair. You stood on your tippy toes and gave him a kiss on cheek before going to the bathroom to check your makeup.
About 5 minutes later everyone was gathered in living room paired up with their guards. You were standing next to Paul and Robert your body guards. Paul was about 5'10 and had a Mexican heritage. He had many tattoos up is arms. He always seemed to look pissed off which honestly scared you. Robert was about 6'1 and he was originally from LA. He had worked as a guard for many years which made Shawn very comfortable when you were with him. Paul was newer to security but he was knowledgeable and strong.
“Everyone ready?” Geoff questioned nearing the door. There were many answers but overall the were all just yes. Geoff’s guard opened the door and immediately there were screams.
First Geoff and Andrew went. Then Shawn. You watched as he stepped out and listened as the screams got 4 times louder, if that is even possible. You have them a second before walking out. The screams didn’t stop. Robert was in front of you and Paul was behind you. The minute you got on the other side of the barricade you knew this crowd was stronger than any other you had faced. There were just so many girls. This gave you an anxious feeling.
You began to push forward. There were phones in your face. People pulling on your hair. People tugging on your clothes. Paul and Robert did their best to push anyone to close away.
“We need back up, up here,” you heard John, Shawn’s guard, say into the radio that was hanging off Roberts belt. Your head snapped up looking for any sight of Shawn, though you couldn’t see anything over Roberts tall figure.
Since you were the only other person with more than 1 guard, your guards were the back up.
“I’m gonna help them out,” Robert yelled over the screaming to Paul. Paul reacted quickly coming in front of you. He began to push girls out of the way as Robert maneuvered through the sea of girls o make it to Shawn.
Paul was doing his best, but it wasn’t enough. The girls got so overwhelming. You began to have shorter breaths. You knew what gonna happen if you didn’t calm down, but you didn’t see that happening soon.
You knees began to get wobbly due to the lack of oxygen. You put your hand on Paul’s shoulders for support.
The girls were too much. They were loud, they were close, and they weren’t stopping. You put one hand on your throats feeling it starting to close up. Everything didn’t feel real. You felt like you were in a whole other world. Everything was spinning and every now and then thing would just go black.
You’re chest was killing you. You felt like the weight on the world was resting upon your chest. You were overwhelmed with fear. The fear of being trampled. Or crushed.
By now Paul had realized the state you were in and knew something was wrong.
“There’s something wrong with Y/N. I need help,” he said into his radio. He turned towards you putting his arms under your arms trying to hold you up.
You couldn’t breathe, you blacking out, and everything felt like it was falling to pieces.
“Y/N focus on my eyes. Keep your eyes open,” Paul instructed you. You did your best to follow his instructions but it was so hard. All you wanted to do was collapse. You were just overwhelmed by everything.
You must have blacked out for a couple seconds because when you woke up you were being transferred into someone else’s arms. You looked up and you were met with a pair of soft brown eyes.
“I got baby. I need to you to focus on breathing. Take deep breaths,” Shawn directed. You looked around you realizing the guards had made a circle surrounding you and Shawn.
“Shawn, I need out,” you stuttered. Fear was just kept washing over you.
“I know baby, we are working on it,” he responded. As a group everyone moved forward. Most of you weight was in Shawn’s arms. As much as you tried you couldn’t manage to keep your self up on your own. You were sure if Shawn wasn’t holding you up you could be on the floor. That just scared you even more.
After about 2 minutes of pushing and shoving the group made it to the safety of Shawn’s room in the arena. By now Shawn had just picked you up bridal style realizing that you couldn’t walk on your own. You were in the same state of mind but it was starting to calm down. But Shawn wasn’t calming down.
“What do you need babe? Should I call an ambulance? What do want me to do,” he pleaded. He was almost as distressed as you were. He sat informs of you on the floor while you sat on the couch speechless. You were trying to figure out what happened.
“Could you just hold me,” you asked not being able to come up with anything else. All you really wanted right now was to feel the comfort and safety of Shawn’s arms. He seemed to understand that. He silently moved to the couch pulling you softly into his lap. You rested your head on his shoulder pushing your face farther into his neck. He had one arm under you keeping you from slipping off and the other was playing with your hair. This helped calm you down. After a couple minutes you were pretty calmed down.
“What happened babe? Nothing like this has happened before?” Shawn asked.
“Everything was fine at first. Robert was in front of me, Paul behind me. Then someone asked for backup so Robert left. Which means I had Paul and that was it. Although he’s great, there wasn’t much he could do on his own. The girls just got so overwhelming,” your lip trembled as you recalled the recent events. You shook off the fear that came creeping up again.
“Babe, I’m so sorry. I gonna make sure next time everyone has more guards. That was so unfair to you,” he said his grip getting tighter on you.
“It’s over babe. Nothing we can do. Just hold me, and never let go,” you mumbled getting comfortable again.
“Ok, I can do that,” he responded.
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clubs: wanted to join an on campus band but he actually isn’t that good at playing guitar…….so instead he gets lessons from joshua whose in college choir and now he can successfully play……..one song
minhyuk is the shining star in all of his classes because no matter how many times he messes up, no one can get angry because his smile is blinding and his intentions are never bad
like literally his clumsiness is out of this world and his memory fixates on one thing and forgets about everything else so when he shows up to bio class completely prepared with the notes he took down for chapter 7, even though you were supposed to read chapter 6 like,,,, the teacher lets it slide and everyone in his group helps him out
because like he wants to do his best he’s just prone to ,,,, mixing things up
but don’t get me wrong he works hard and studies hard, his grades are better than jooheons (which really bothers jooheon LOL)
and sure maybe coming out of lab covered in the ethanol he spilled on himself is a bit……
or when the teacher refers to a salida and he can’t stop giggling because god it sounds like salad right- right???
can make him seem goofy and silly but that doesn’t mean he’s not serious when he needs to be
like he even tutored some of the kids in his class in bio because he’s actually really good at it, no matter how clumsy he comes off in lab, like he knows his stuff
because more than anything he wants to learn how to be a studious teacher who doesn’t only bring joy to his students through dancing - but also learning how important exercise is to the human body
kinesiology minor seungcheol is always lending minhyuk his textbooks because minhyuk wants to know even more on the science of body movement
and no one gets how minhyuk finds reading that stuff so damn entertaining, but at the same time minhyuk is too cute to say no to
like to all students and teachers alike, like i mentioned this before but seriously his smile and his happiness is contagious
he’s the campus happy virus
and whenever he gets to see younger kids like when he goes to competitions with the archery team and he sees like the middle school division he’s like
pulling on a fellow teammate shownu’s sleeve like hYUNG LOOK THEYRE SO CUTE AND SMALL
and shownu is looking down at him like: you’re also small
minhyuk: ):< am nOT
says the adorable boy whose bow is covered in like stickers of puppies and flowers and whenever he gets a perfect ten he throws hearts at the audience
and if someone throws them back he pretends that the hearts pierce his chest and he like puts his hand over his heart and makes a cute face
like c’mon he is the CUTEST campus happy virus ever
also he thinks love is cute. like minhyuk loves love he thinks couples are the best and parents with their kids make him excited
and whenever him and the guys go out to eat and like karaoke or whatever minhyuk always points to couples sharing drinks or holding hands and he’s like ~~~~Soooo ROmanticcccc
and hyungwon is shoving fries into his mouth like huh and kihyun is like yo minhyuk i can hook you up just tell me i gotchu bro
except minhyuk is like kihyun No Offense but i Dont Trust You
kihyun: im gonna pretend im not offended but just know that i aM offended and this severing of our friendship is going down in my diary tonight
but basically minhyuk is an angelic boy who is always trying to see the positive in everything and probably dances to music when he’s out at the mall and everyone in his friend group is like we don’t know him but the cashiers can’t help but smile like what a CUTE kid
not a kid he is in college but you know what i mean everything and anything he does is endearing from singing bio terms out loud to remember them to staying up past 4 am to practice his own dancing, sweaty hair pulled back and determined eyes….ok we’re getting off track
but yes you know minhyuk because he’s your neighbor in the off campus living house
and he lives directly next door and the building is like 70 years old the walls are as thin as paper so every night between the hours of 10 and midnight you hear some kind of music coming from his side of the wall
and for a while you were like,,,,,,,why the hell does he listen to the same song on repeat for two to three hours???? is it like his studying mechanism???
until you saw the poster of the seoul ballet recital hanging off his front door right under it the iconic photo of michael jackson’s moonwalk and you were like
“oh. dance major.”
and tbh you don’t really complain,,,,the music he dances to is actually not as bad as you thought it would be. like sure one night it’s jazz, the next it’s hip-hop, then you can’t believe it but is that,,,,,clogging music?
but it kinda becomes a habit of yours to stay up, glancing at the clock when it hits ten and you can hear minhyuk moving furniture around in his room to make space to practice and then you always get a neat surprise when he turns on some kind on new music
although you have to admit you almost spit all your coffee out when you heard the cotton-eyed joe song
you think it is really cool how hardworking and dedicated minhyuk must be to dancing
but it’s kind of funny because like,,,,you’ve never seen him
LIKE you don’t really know what he looks like because you have no classes in the dance major and your schedules never cross because like
you’re on campus for your classes and then you have work and you’re sure minhyuk has class and then practice or whatever
basically you’ve never ??? like ?? seen him in the hallway of your house or even down in the communal kitchen
but the fact doesn’t bother you because you’re not friends with his friends you guys are just neighbors that like,,,,,,never talk LOL
until one night when you’re settling in with your coffee, textbook open, hoping that tonight’s music selection by minhyuk is the waltz or something so you can actually concentrate
and to your luck that’s what it sounds like and you smile to yourself as you start taking notes and slowly swaying to the music in your seat
but then,,,,,all of a sudden,,,,,,the music cuts off
and you turn to look at the wall with your eyebrows furrowed because - this has never happened
so you wait a bit,,,but ten minutes passes and,,,,nothing,,,,,,,,,
no music no sounds,,,,,,
and you don’t know why but something inside of you tells you that something is wrong
and although it’s probably awkward to worry about someone you know close to nothing about it is neighbor courtesy to take care of one and another
so you venture out of your apartment and over to the next one and you knock on the door, putting your ear to it and trying to listen but ?? there’s no response
so you lean closer and put your hand on the doorknob and??? the door just opens like it wasn’t locked at all
and your fear about something being wrong heightens by like ten fold
and you call out an “I’m sorry for disturbing you, but can I come in?”
and then you hear it, a faint groan of pain and the voice of someone asking for help
and you run down the hall to see a boy laying on the floor, clutching his ankle in pain and you’re like oh my god??? and you rush over to him and you’re like
and he looks up at you and even with his face twisted in pain he’s still,,,,like wow,,,,,like he’s handsome
but now is not the TIME and you’re like ???? “should i call an ambulance? get the med student from floor 5????” and minhyuk’s like shaking his head and pointing to the door like
“ice, from the kitchen downstairs……” and you’re like ICE OK ROGER WAIT HERE DONT MOVE
and minhyuk is like “i??? can’t??”
and you’re like rIGHT r i ght one second
and so you rush downstairs and get a bag of ice and back upstairs and as you’re running down the hall you’re like in your head you’re like
okokokok if anything is broken we should go to the hospital - but can i carry him? would that be ok? should i ask him? also why didn’t i at least comb my hair i look so bad and he’s so cute - wait wait don’t think that!!!
and finally you barge back into his apartment and run over with the ice and you’re like “is your ankle broken??? i think i should call-”
and minhyuk is like again shaking his head
and then when he looks up at you, he somehow even manages to break into a smile
and you’re like hOW aren’t you in pain
but he just takes the ice and applies it to his ankle and he’s like AHH IT HURTS and you’re like !!!! but then he grins at you like “just kidding, i mean it does hurt but not a lot the ice will help in no time~”
and you’re like “it’s not broken???”
and minhyuk’s like pFFT nooooo it’s just twisted!!!! and he gives you a thumbs up
and you’re like “i didn’t hear the music from next door and then i heard you fall so i thought i’d come in here and you’d be like bleeding from your nose-”
minhyuk breaks into laughter, but winces a bit but he’s like “no!! dancers should all know how to fall to make sure they don’t break anything, it’s like the first thing you teach the kids too”
and you tilt your head like ??? the kids
and minhyuk’s like “oh, im a dance education major not a dance major” and your eyes widen a bit because wow you,,,didn’t know that
but somehow it fits even more afterall here he is laughing off twisting his ankle, keeping bright and sunny even though most people would be ): right about now
you can’t help but think such a good personality is perfect for teachers
but anyway you nod and you’re like “oh, i didn’t know - that’s cool!” and minhyuk’s like “sO you’re my neighbor? you must really not like it since you have to listen to all my weird music”
but you shake your head and you’re like “not at all! actually i always look forward to ten o’clock because i know you’ll play something interesting and it doesn’t bother me - if it does i just go out and hang in someone elses apartment, but really - i have grown fond of it”
and minhyuk kind of looks at you funny and you’re like “what???” and he’s like chuckling like “nothing, just the neighbors across the hall hate me for it. he’s always chasing me around campus when he sees me like ‘i need to study for my finals!!! not listen to tango music!!!”
the mental image makes you giggle and minhyuk extends his hand for you to shake and he’s like “it’s nice to meet you, neighbor who actually doesn’t hate me”
and you shake it and grin like “nice to meet you too, neighbor who i don’t actually hate”
and you guys both laugh this time and it’s really not awkward at all
finally, minhyuk’s twisted ankle is ok enough for him to get up and he mentions going back to practice but you’re like are you nuts no you’re gonna twist it again just go rest and minhyuk is like fiiiiiiine and you laugh and say that you’ll be going then
and as you shut the door to his apartment behind you, you notice this fuzzy warm feeling in your stomach
and you’re like oh no,,,,,,don’t,,,,,,don’t get a crush on him oh no o h no
but too late
you get home and crawl into bed and all you can think of is that bright smile of his, his sweet voice,,,,,,,,plUS the fact that he works so hard not for himself but to be a good teacher for kids LIKE IS HE AN ANGEL
and you try to cover your face with your pillow and be like stop. thinking. about. minhyuk.
but you can’t and tbh,,, on the otherside of the wall he can’t stop thinking about you either and you’re both lying in bed like two dweebs smiling to yourselves because “oh my god who know my neighbor was so DARN CUTE”
but again, you and minhyuk’s schedules are solar systems apart so you never bump into each other but then one day you hear a knock on your door and you open it to see this tall lanky looking guy with a book under his hand and a shorter more visibly excited guy and they’re both like
“minhyuk said you should come over, we’re playing a video game and we need one more person for our team”
and you’re like UH,,,,i don’t really game- but hyungwon is like “me either, yet these losers are making me so let’s go”
and that’s how you end up sqaushed into minhyuks side on his couch playing some video game as kihyun shouts at the screen and that guy hyungwon presses random buttons on his controller
and the other two, changkyun and jooheon are both about to chuck their controllers out the window
and it’s so crazy and loud and minhyuk leans over at some point and he’s like
“sorry to drag you into this mess, our friend shownu is picking up or other friend wonho from the airport after his study abroad and we need a minimum of six people so,,,,,”
and you’re like AH don’t worry about it!! sorry i suck tho
and minhyuk is like “oh it’s because you don’t know the controls, here let me show you”
and you think he’s just going to take the controller from you, but instead he puts his hands over yours and he’s like “ok so you press X to dodge and then B-”
and you’re trying to concentrate by his hands are so warm and so big covering yours and you’re nodding absentmindedly but in reality you can’t hear anything he’s saying
not until you hear the door open and in walk in two more boys, one with a suitcase in hand and you look up and you guess this is wonho and shownu
and wonho is like “I’m back!! I see everyone’s the same - oh hello, are you minhyuk’s significant other?”
and wonho’s eyes focus on you and so does everyone elses in the room and you’re like UM
and minhyuk quickly takes his hands off yours and he turns cherry red and you’re like !!!!!! trying to gather your thoughts until you just blurt out “he’s my neighbor!”
and wonho is like huh do neighbors usually cuddle on couches like you two are??? and you’re like WE’RE NOT cU DD Li ng,,,,,,,but i mean you are practically halfway into his lap with minhyuks arm looped around your shoulders so mayb it looks like that but minhyuk is clearing his throat like ANYWAY HOW WAS YOUR TRIP
and that’s enough to distract everyone and you get up like i think,,,,,i should go?? and minhyuk’s like what no you should stay-
but you’re like bowing as you leave like iT WAS FUN BYE
and you’re back in your room so you don’t hear how all the boys abandon the talk about wonho’s trip and are like MINHYUK YOU LIKE THEM DONT YOU
and minhyuk is like yES BUT U IDIOTS RUINED IT FOR ME
but,,,,,,they totally didn’t
because the next day as you’re heading for your weekly study group you bump right into someone and??? it’s minhyuk??? and you’re like “i never see you in the library??” and minhyuk is blushing again scratching his neck like,,,,”y-yeah but hyungwon knows this kid in your study group who knows you and they told me you’d be here anyway um i kind of want to apologize for you know,,,being a noisy neighbor and also for my embarrassing friends last night-”
and you’re like looking down at your book in your hands trying not to smile a bit because you can kind of tell where this is going
and minhyuk takes a breath and he’s like “-but also i came because i wanted to know if you maybe want to,,,,,,,goonadateliketogetsomeicecreamorsomething some time…..”
and you almost giggle, but you look up and you’re like
“id love that. want to meet after my study group is over?” and minhyuk lights up like a goddamn christmas tree he’s like YES ill,,,,,be waiting
and you nod and head toward the table where your group is and minhyuk steps into a random aisle to do an excited little wiggle dance that the student next to him sees and is just like eyes emoji about
but yeah you and minhyuk do go on this little date
and you guys eat mango ice cream together and minhyuk talks about how he’s recently thought about quitting archery so he can make more time to apply for this job at a local dance academy
and you tell him about your studies
and even though your fields are miles apart minhyuk is still so interested and supportive of everything you’re telling him, like he’s more engaged than some of your friends when you tell him and like it always feels good to have someone acknowledge you
and minhyuk is that kind of person. he never lets a conversation die
and like you get your ice-cream even though it’s pretty cold out and minhyuk is like “are your hands cold??” because when you walk out of the cafe you’re blowing on them
you’re like a bit,,,i think i shouldn’t have ordered a cone and held it-
and then suddenly minhyuk is taking your hands in his and slipping them into his coats pocket and he’s like ^^ is that warm??
and you’re like ohmy ogdo,,,,,but also you’re like yes ;; and you can feel minhyuks fingers link with yours in his pocket and you’re like
gosh he’s so cute H O W
and after that you two go on many more dates,,,even though sometimes your dates get interrupted by minhyuk’s many different friends (most of all though monsta x magically appears at the like movie you two decided to go to ‘by accident’ and won’t stop teasing minhyuk about how c*rny he is for taking you to a romcom but then you’re like shut up you all bought tickets to the romcom JUST to make fun of us but i saw jooheon cry! jooheon: sniffing DONT COME FOR ME blows his nose)
but you don’t mind minhyuk’s friends and you don’t mind minhyuks loud music, loud laugh, loud personality aT ALL in fact you adore it
because he’s so lively and nothing is ever awkward with him
minhyuk makes you feel like you’re always welcome to tell him anything
to put it simply minhyuk, very quickly, starts feeling like home to you
and speaking of home you spend like 50% of your time over at his apartment
instead of listening to him practice through the walls of your room you actually come over and watch him dance
and he’s always like ‘score me’ and you’re like ‘10′ and he’s like nOOOO u said 10 yesterday TOOO and you’re like sorry you’re perfect and i love you
and minhyuk gets embarrassed like DONT say you love me so easily
and you’re like “too bad: I love you I love you I love you I l-”
minhyuk shuts you up with a kiss and then covers his face like AH CANT BELIEVE I DID THAt
and you’re just giggling because it’s cute how he gets embarrassed of himself
but also minhyuk knows the perfect way to get you flustered too whenever he’s practicing he will sometimes pull you up on your feet and be like “dance with me!!”
and you’re like oh,,,babe no i SUCK
but he puts his hands on your hips and tries moving you this way and that or holds your hands and twirls you around and you’re always like min!!!!hyuk!!!! but he just laughs until you go along with it
and you two get tired and collapse on his floor and minhyuk rolls over to smile at you with his sweaty hair in his face
and in that moment everytime you get this rush of emotions and you’ll move closer to kiss him a little more passionately than usual and minhyuk always kisses back
but he also pushes away first and curls up into an embarrassed blushy little ball and you pout becuase you’re like minhyuk come back,,,,,come back let me kiss you again !!! and maybe do more
and minhyuk is like oK but let’s get on the couch at least-
such a gentleman even when he doesnt have to be hehe
you once came over and you couldn’t find him and then you heard the shower running so you were like ok!! ill join him
and when you did you damn near almost gave him a heart attack but he was thankful and it was cute you washed his hair and shoulders
and also did some other things which i will not discuss in detail (-:
but yeah you think minhyuk looks the best in his sweatpants, dancing diligently along with the music
you can see the passion in his eyes and the love he has for it and sometimes he gets down on himself
because people pass him off as some kind of airheaded kid who probably doesn’t try hard in his studies
but you just hold his cheeks and kiss his whole face and you’re like “you know you’re going to prove them all wrong - you’re going to be a great teacher.”
sometimes you get texts from changkyun whose like “your boyfriends a lab safety hazard he almost lit the lab plants on fire” and you’re like “isn’t he charming <33333″ changkyun: “………..no”
minhyuk telling you random facts about your bones and like how they work and you’re just like lol imagine if all my joints were made of jello and minhyuk is like oh my god that’d be cool though
hyungwon: what the hell are you two talking about. like ever
but also you two are so heart-warming to see because minhyuk adores you to pieces and he’s vocal about it with his friends and sometimes someone is like “why are you smiling at your phone?” and minhyuk’s just like “im reading my conversation with y/n and they’re so funny and stunning and amazing and lovely and -”
you too tbh someone is like what do you like about your boyfriend and you have like a power point slide ready at hand you just
you both just love each other so much and so whole heartedly
the neighbor who complains about minhyuk’s music comes over one day pissed off and you’re just like
apologizing on minhyuks behalf and you’re like “maybe we can go practice in my room since its further away?” and minhyuks like ok!!!
but it’s not the best idea because he almost knocks over your lamp and you’re like ,,,,,,,,,,,,
i love you but also back to your room if the person complains again we’ll just turn off the music and pretend we’re not here LOL
minhyuk keeps telling you that for your honeymoon he’s gonna take you to disneyland and you’re like first of all) honeymoon? since when-
and minhyuk blushes like YOURE RIGHT we’re only in college i shouldn’t push marriage-
but then you giggle and you’re like “ok, but you have to promise me we can take a photo with goofy. he’s my favorite”
and minhyuk just gets all smiley again like ok!! i promise
minhyuk finally learns how to play a full song on the guitar and when he gently sings along with it in front of you you’re like ,,,,,,everything about you is so amazing already and now i found out you have the voice of an angel-
and minhyuk is like iM not amazing,,,,
but you’re like “hush come here”
and you like kiss him until he’s falling over and laughing against your neck
and you two have the cutest inside jokes and weird nicknames for each other
and when you’re all out to eat one day jooheon is like “so……is minhyuk flexible (;”
and you’re like “yeah he’s a dancer”
and jooheon’s like “yeah, i bet he has some crazy movies in be-”
shownu shoving rice into jooheon’s mouth: he meant to say doesn’t minhyuk have some crazy moves on the dance floor
you:………….yes jooheon he’s flexible in bed
the whole table: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
minhyuk: i love you so much but you’re so e M B A RR A S I NG
Resume: I had an ordinary life, or that’s what I
wanted to believe. I lost myself in the TV series that I listened to forget the
normal boring life. What I didn’t know, however, was that my life would change
Finding myself in 2013 at Beacon Hills
This will be a Stiles x Reader but only
further in the story
this chapter: Stopping the bus
is going to be quite… painful. But if it doesn’t stop, worse could happen.
Nothing worse can happen to me anyway… right?
So I’m not sick anymore! As promised, here’s
the new chapter! Thanks to @grandgust and @maddie110201 for their kind words on
my post about me being sick, it was very nice and made me smile! Also thanks to
Maddie who helped me again with proofreading stuff, you’re so awesome!! (none of the gifs are mine!)
He had no reason to follow me. Not an
alpha that was in the team we were fighting against, but I knew Ethan wasn’t
only bad and I was betting on it. Okay, betting on the human side of a
murderous werewolf wasn’t the best thing but I had no choice.
Ethan took the bait because he followed me. I guided him to a bench a little
forward and he sat at the bottom while I was sitting on the edge. I was lucky.
do you want,” he asked me. I didn’t detect any animosity in his tone, a
good thing that encouraged me to get started.
Description: In which Park Chanyeol can’t help being shy and all you can do is love him.
Word count: 1,000
Author’s note: Hello~ This is my very first ReaderXMember (/-\) I hope you like it and expect for the second part of this smol drabble!!
Light touches were all it took for you to indulge in his sweet bliss. Soft caresses of skin, feather-like kisses. The mere act of intertwining your fingers with his, even just one, could set you above cloud nine. For you, that’d always been enough.
Park Chanyeol wasn’t one to share much skinship either. When you two had met, you’d sworn to the heavens above that he was the most innocent and sensible person there could ever be, and you weren’t wrong. Asking him to hang out together had been a tough challenge but you simply could not let the opportunity pass of befriending such unique person.
The thin glasses that framed his eyes had lay in such adorable manner just below the bridge of his nose, where he often had to reach to push them upwards. His soft, honey brown curls hadn’t helped much either to cover up his sweet persona.
To put it simple, in every viable way was Chanyeol sweet confectionary to the eye.
A ray of sunshine, your best friends would call him.
“Y/n, how could you get so lucky?” Eun-bi would pout, tugging at your arm playfully. “Seriously, the boy did not ever flinch for any other girl.”
“That’s right,” Yerim nodded knowingly. “I even considered him not being into girls.”
“What are you talking about,” you laughed. “Sure, he was shy at the beginning. But you’ve just got to wait for him to open up.”
Yerim did not look convinced. “You two have been together for almost a year and he still sometimes remembers to use honorifics with you while we’re around.”
“So?” You questioned, shrugging. “He’s just polite.”
“Ditto,” Eun-bi chimed in. “Besides, I’d rather have him call her by her full name than those weird, mushy names couples give each other.”
“Aw, but those are cute,” Yerim pouted and Eun-bi stuck her tongue out.
“Well, he does call me something.”
Both pairs of eyes gleamed in wonder. “What?”
“What did you say?” You asked, your eyes shifting from the dusty ground to Chanyeol.
“Nothing, I just felt…”
He never finished. Instead, his hand traveled to his chest as he kept walking. You sighed, looking back to the scene before you. Cherry Blossoms decorated the landscape. A light blue colored the morning sky along with particles of blossoming pinks that were thrown around and around by the wind.
The surprise and wonder remained within you. Why had Chanyeol called you that morning? He’d only told you to meet him at the park but you’d figured he must have had something planned like those other days when you two hung out once he’d managed to be less shy around you, or anyone for that matter.
“So,” you began, swinging your hands around to shake out the nervousness. “What did you need me for?”
Saying you had a crush on Park Chanyeol was an understatement. Last year had been the time you’d met him and all you’d thought about was how to get him to open up to you, to others. You had no idea why but the thought of meeting him, knowing him, filled you with an inexplicable kind of joy.
And, indeed, you two had managed to become great friends and you’d finally, truly met Chanyeol. You discovered his passion for music and talent in composing. His eagerness to learn new things, to know more. And even his rather bizarre knack for picking locks, which, by the way, still puzzled you as to how he’d learned to do that.
All in all, you learned plenty of things about Park Chanyeol. But that hadn’t been enough.
“I don’t know,” he shrugged looking up to the blue sky, hand rising to cover his eyes from the sun. “I just wanted to see you.”
Your mouth dropped open for a second but not a sound came out. Before saying anything, you figured you should try to understand what Chanyeol meant by that– often, words with no meaning would slip past his tongue (like that one time when he suddenly said ‘cake’ because he’d been thinking about it).
Surely, he simply meant it as friends. You’d done the same before, too; calling Eun-bi or Yerim with no specific reason.
So, “oh” was all you could say.
While the two of you kept walking, you realized, by looking out from the corner of your eye, that Chanyeol still held his hand by his chest.
You turned to him, worried, “Are you okay, Yeol? Does it hurt?”
You tried to ignore the blush that crept up his cheeks when you called him that name. Yeol. He’d told you before that he’d gotten used to people calling him by his full name and that it sounded oddly cute when you called him by that.
“No, y/n, I’m not okay.”
Your eyes widened. Was he in pain? Did he need to go to a hospital? Should you call and ambulance?
“No, I don’t need a doctor,” he chuckled, knowing very well what you were thinking from your panicked expression.
“I need you.”
You had no chance to react. Your body was met by warmth and soft cotton and that honey-like essence of his. Your hands remained still by your sides and your forehead was pressed against his chest, just below the crook of his neck. His arms, unbearably slowly, circled around your waist and his forehead rested on your shoulder. Willing your arms to move, you grasped the hem of his sweatshirt, closing your eyes and digging your nails into the soft fabric and you could not suppress the smile that tugged at your lips ever so delicately.
Chanyeol laughed softly and you felt his lips oh so close to your ear you still wonder how you had managed to stay upright.
“They tickle.” He said in his usual deep voice that seemed to drop an octave now that he whispered it at such proximity.
“What?” You asked, and couldn’t help but let out a small giggle.
[A/N: Thanks for 200 followers!! I seriously really wanna give you all a warm hug in person because I really did not think anyone would like these reactions. If you’re ever bored, send me a message so we can get to know each other better and talk about how great GOT7 is ;) ]
Jaebum: Whenever you laugh, he first gives you a judgmental death stare. But he’s kidding of course. He then hugs you from behind and you just laugh together. You contagious laugh always causes him to brighten up, no matter how awful of a day he was having.
Mark: He thinks your laugh is the funniest thing in the world. As soon as you start laughing at something, he’ll start laughing just because you’re laughing. When you finish laughing, you always ask him, “What was so funny that you were laughing at?” Mark never fails to reply, “you.”
Jackson: He loves everything about you, and your weird, contagious laugh is definitely included. When you laugh at something, he jokes about it, saying “Oh my gosh! Are you okay? Are you dying? Choking? Should I call the ambulance?” He giggles at his own joke and starts laughing himself, and he you end up sounding like a pack of laughing hyenas.
Jinyoung: Whenever you laugh at something, he never fails to imitate it and then pinch your cheeks, saying, “Wow, everything about you is a little weird.” When your laugh turns into a frown, he says, “Aw, y/n, I didn’t mean it like that,” and does a funny dance to show that he was just joking around. Though he teases you about your laugh, he loves that most about you. Whenever you spend time away from him, he always thinks about and misses your laugh.
Youngjae: He’s not one to judge you for having a strange laugh, since we all know his laugh isn’t any less strange. Whenever you laugh, he starts to laugh as well and you both end up in a laughing fit. The neighbors may have called the police on you a few times because they thought your loud laughs were cries of pain.
Bambam: Whenever you laugh, he gives you a weird face as if he thinks there’s something wrong with you. It takes him about twenty seconds to realise you’re just laughing. He then starts laughing as well because he thought you were dying or something.
Yugyeom: He thinks your laugh is the cutest thing. Whenever you laugh at something, he can’t help but smile at you because of how your laugh lights up your whole face and brightens the mood of everyone around you. He often gives you a light kiss on your cheek while you laugh.
I’m always seeing those blogs who are like “I have 100 tc’s, their names are [..]” and I’m like “gurl, I’m already emotionally distraught because of one, are you sure you’re okay? Should I call an ambulance?”
in this season we got to see lance comforting keith and keith comforting lance and they were both supportive of each other and i think somebody should call the ambulance because i’m having a heart attack
title Fishing (½) summarySeashell bras are so impractical. Whose idea was this? pairing sasusaku
The sea was the color of gunmetal. The choppy waves bashed against the shore.
“Shit. I’m not going out in that.”
“Me either. Pass me another beer?"
Someone dug into the cooler. Water dripped off the sides of the can as it changed hands.
"Only a crazy person would go in when it’s like this.”
As the words left his mouth, someone ran past them. Arms pumping at her sides. Wind whipping her hair around as she sprinted to the edge of the cliff.
“HEY! LADY! STOP!”
She dove. Slicing a clean arc through the air. Eyes squeezing shut as she plunged into the water.
“Fuck! Should I call an ambulance?”
“No! Wait! I think I see her.”
They peeked over the edge of the cliff. Just in time to see her head break the surface of the water. She bobbed in the waves, rocked back and forth. Before they could call out to her, she waved her hand at them. And then she slipped beneath the surface. A strange glimmer flickering in the water for just a few seconds.