In which Jungkook takes the KTX from Seoul to Iryeong hoping to gain inspiration for his latest novel. He stumbles upon an old village myth about a boy who would wait in the snow for his lover to come home. Intrigued, Jungkook writes a diary about the emotions he’d collected and crafts his characters. Yet, each time he walks along the train tracks and kneels in the cold, unrelenting snow, he thinks he sees himself here, kissing a boy wearing blue, blue and only blue. Jungkook leaves Iryeong only to realize that he is the reincarnation of the boy’s lover and the boy’s name is Kim Taehyung. Dear Diary, Jungkook lets grief ink the pages black, it will be my turn to wait in the snow for him.
He came to the conclusion that waiting was the biggest waste one could do with their life.
And he had wasted a lot of his life already.
He had waited for his father to acknowledge him, to show him he was proud of his son.
He had waited for his mother to stand up to his father, whenever he had talked her down, whenever he had treated her like less than his wife.
He had waited for his friends to come to his rescue when he had needed them most, to save him from himself.
And he had waited for the stupid prat to notice him. Really notice him. To look beyond the petty insults and his sneering.
For years Draco had been waiting.
He had waited in vain. But not anymore.
Draco was sick of waiting.
What had he even waited for? For him to come to the right conclusion, when Draco hid his true intentions so well? For him to realise what was really going on?
He probably would have to wait forever.
No. He would have to take matters into his own hands. And whyever should he not?
Yes, it was time to act.
Draco focused on the mop of black hair across the Great Hall.
He was sick of waiting.
He got up, marched over to the Gryffindor table and grabbed Potter by his robes. Without waiting for his reaction, Draco started dragging him out of his seat.
There was a yelp and shouts of protest, but Draco didn’t care.
He was so sick of waiting.
“Malfoy, what are you doing?” Potter shouted, shoving at Draco’s hands.
Draco ignored him and dragged him out of the Great Hall.
He could hear Weasley and Granger shout something at him. He heard footsteps behind him, indicating that several people were following him. Potter was still trying to get out of his grip.
Draco had wanted to find a more secluded place to do what he wanted to do next, but when the shouts behind him only got louder, he turned around and glared at them.
“You want to watch? FINE! I don’t even care anymore!”
He tightened his grip on Potter’s robes as he pulled him towards him forcefully.
Because he was so tired of waiting.
His mouth crashed with Potter’s and suddenly everything went silent.
Draco had thought it would be rougher, that Potter would try to fight him more. Apparently he was just shocked. He stiffened as Draco moved his lips against the other boy’s. He buried his hands in his hair like he had dreamed of so many times.
He had waited for this so long. This was it.
Or was it?
Draco suddenly noticed Potter moving and braced himself to be pushed away at any second. Instead, tentative fingers curled around his hips to pull him closer.
Draco was sure there were gasps and murmuring, but he didn’t hear any of it.
His whole mind, his whole body was so consumed by Potter. Potter, who was kissing him back.
Yes. This was what he had been waiting for all this time.
ME TOO!! I want to read it so bad, I just don’t…. want.. to write… it……
This is the summary though!
expected his first year in the NHL to be difficult. He expected the long road
trips, the aggressive checks, the constant fatigue, the rampant homophobia
lurking under the surface of a culture that put traditional masculinity on a
pedestal. Less expected is the balancing act that is his social life. Putting
up with a surly captain while keeping in contact with friends from college and
slowly falling for an anonymous guy he met on tinder were not a part of Bitty’s
contract with the Providence Falconers.
Yes, Jack is the guy he met on tinder. No, neither of them know that.
I really want it to be a multi media story so it includes tumblr posts, newspaper headlines, text messages etc. for example, from chapter 3:
fyeahjarse: Did you hear about Zimms helping Eric Bittle?? They’re
doing extra morning practices together??? Look at my son helping my other son,
what a good captain. -> reblogged and someone adds doodles of them as
falcons a la the penguin artist on irl hockey tumblr (ninja omelet)