this is my all time favourite picture of him

I’m bringing this back

We’ve all see this image so many times but I keep coming back to it? I think it’s my favourite canon picture of Yuuri and Viktor. 

It’s just so pure??? 

The way Yuuri has his eyes closed, symbolising such relaxed trust. 

The soft glow of the lighting 

The slight blush on Yuuri’s cheeks, and the soft smile 

Viktor’s obvious gentle and precise attention to Yuuri’s hair

Just the way Viktor is looking at him? With such pure love and affection? I can literally imagine him thinking ‘this man is my forever’ 

Long story short, this makes me incredibly emotional. 

earth2diana  asked:

what are your favorite jealous yuuri fics?? ;)

If you liked my jealous!Victor list, get ready for these jealous!Yuuri fics… I love these fics omfg


Jealous!Yuuri


Look Only at Me by ThatDarnOtaku, Explicit, 3.3k
Yuuri overheard a conversation he shouldn’t and decides to take action. SPICY KATSUDON ALERT

Momentary Relapse by Chymaille, Gen, 1.8k
Being engaged to a living legend isn’t always easy, especially when your traitorous brain is always looking for an excuse to remind you that you don’t deserve him. On a date night, Viktor attracts once again the attention of a pretty girl and Yuuri doesn’t handle that very well. Thumbs up!

Even if I Tried by deathbycoldopen, Teen, 6.7k
His eyes flickered over to Viktor, then back to the ice. There was a different kind of heat invading his cheeks now, all too familiar and unwelcome. “Um,” he said quietly. “Mostly I just wanted people to feel good watching it.”
Lie. He’d only thought of one person. Great fic!

in which yuuri owns victor’s ass by kozumekenna, Explicit, 1.6k
Yuuri decides that it’s time to show his boyfriend’s fans who Victor really belongs to. WOOOOOW!

You’re My Favourite Of Them All by Grassepi, Gen, 3.3k
Viktor adores his fans. They’re everywhere- in China, in Europe, in Japan, the entire country of Russia… he’s always loved interacting with them, wherever they approached him. They support him, they love him, they throw him flowers and ask for pictures and autographs. Perhaps it wasn’t so surprising that he fell in love with one in the end. Love this!

Melting the Ice by fujoshikoi, Teen, 2.8k
What’s Yuuri’s problem? Victor wants to know. What is this feeling? Yuuri wants to understand. Definitely recommend!

Show Me by actualgayrobot, Explicit, 1.2k
Yuuri finds himself hot and bothered after his most recent Eros performance, wanting nothing more than some alone time in a private room to sort out his problems. He doesn’t plan to drag Viktor with him, it just kind of… happens. Spicy!

If you try sometimes, you get what you need by whosays_penultimate, Mature, 34k
After Viktor kissed Yuuri at the Cup of China, Yuuri closed off from a potential relationship, due to his insecurity and anxiety. Having decided Yuuri doesn’t want him, Viktor goes pleasure-seeking. After Yuuri finds him with another man, they decide to commit to each other and take things slow. They’re wildly different people, so will they make it work? Angsty but with a happy ending!

A Skating Scholarship by Viktorsfeet, Teen, 35k
In which Phichit and Yuuri are roommates and he has a hopeless crush on Viktor. Jealous!Yuuri AND jealous!Victor… enjoy!

i may be bad (but i’m perfectly good at it) by kxtsukiyuri, Explicit, 2.8k
Yūri loved Viktor. He really, truly did, with all his heart. But sometimes, Viktor could get a little too flirty at competitions, flitting from skater to skater with a sultry smile and well… Yūri wasn’t exactly pleased when that happened. So sometimes Viktor needed a little reminder who he belonged to.

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[TRANS] 2018 NON NO MAGAZINE Q&A -V-

Q. What’s your favourite number?

V: 85. Last September, it was announced for the first time that DNA ranked #85 in Billboard’s HOT100. Since then, 85 became my favourite number.  

Q. What’s your favourite drink?

V: Lime/lemon flavoured carbonated drinks. It’s an essential when I’m eating meals or when I’m resting. I don’t really like coffee or wine.

Q. What’s your favourite movie genre? 

V: Everything but Horror! The one I find interesting recently is ‘the movie ‘Youth Police (Midnight Runners)’

Q. What’s happening these days?

V: Actually right now, I’m planning to give a car to my parents as a surprise. Just thinking about it is making me excited!

Q. What is the saddest BTS song?

V: From our latest album LOVE YOURSELF承 ‘Her’, It’s the hidden track ‘Ocean (Sea)’. The lyrics shows the road we’ve been walking and when I listen to it, my chest tightens.

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Wonho Smile Appreciation

(credit goes to the people who own these gifs and pictures)

can we all just take a hot second to appreciate Wonho’s smile. okok.

it is literally my favourite thing about him

like, damn boiii you shine so damn bright

it’s quite spectacular, isn’t it?

just look at him. are you seeing this?!!?

i’m honestly suing because he should be illegal.

god, i feel blessed.

what did this cruel world do to deserve such a thing…

so cute but sexy at the same time T-T

alright i’m out. i’m done. i’m deceased.

i’m certain this boy enjoys watching us suffer so..

adios amigos.


if you have any requests for other appreciation posts or you have ideas for fanfics/smuts, then my requests are open <3

A fallen bookmark on a Thursday afternoon

Pairing: Jungkook | Reader
Genre: ANGST, Fluff and soft Smut
Word Count: 19k




He came to you like the air comes into the train station after the fast arriving of the machine.

It comes fast and unexpected, making you hoist your head to look at the long vehicle and the people inside. It is so fast you can’t even distinguish the different wagons.

As the train comes to a stop, the wind that it creates plays with your hair, leaving you breathless.

That’s how Jeon Jungkook came into your life.

***

“I’m so done with this shit,” Paula complained as you climbed down the escalator. “I don’t have enough time for anything.”

You smiled as you adjusted your backpack.

Paula and Rachel were one of your best friends at University. The three of you had a lot in common and you always found something to gossip or laugh about. Since you met them the first day of uni, two years ago, you knew you were going to love them. And you did.

“Teachers suck,” Rae complained, sighing and turning left to go to the platform where you had to take the train. “They think we don’t have anything to do besides their own subject.”

“Yeah, they tend to forget about the fact that we have another four fucking subjects,” you laughed, making Paula and Rae laugh too.

You remember feeling happy that afternoon, despite the huge amount of studying you had to do when you would arrive home. Maybe it was because you had started your practices at the hospital as a nurse that week, or maybe it was because of the incredible view you had of the majestic business towers of the centre of Seoul from the train station. Maybe you were happy because you were with your two friends laughing and venting about the teachers. Maybe you were just happy.

As the train made its entrance into the station you remember hearing a loud noise, basically because it made you jump in your feet.

“What the fuck?” your murmured, bringing a hand over your chest, where your heart was beating rapidly.

You turned around to search for the origin of the noise as the wild wind the train created played with your hair, making it fly all over the place.

When you managed to put back your rebel strands of hair into place, your eyes landed on the source of the noise. The loud sound had been made by the hard wheels of a skate making contact with the ground. Your eyes slowly travelled from the wheels of the skate up to the boy who was on top of it. His eyes were fixed on his mobile phone, engrossed in the music that was playing through his headphones.

You were left breathless as the boy with dark brown hair passed by your side, creating a new wave of wind that made your hair fly again.

“Y/N?” Paula asked, waving a hand in front of you.

You snapped and tore your eyes away from the boy, who had stopped a few metres away and had planted a feet on the skate so it would flip upwards and magically land into his hands.

“Hmh, what?” you asked, bating your eyes innocently, waiting for the people to get off the train so you could get in. Your cheeks turned red as you saw your two friends looking at you. “What?”

“And I thought I was the indiscreet one,” Rae laughed.

You blushed even more when you realised that you hadn’t torn your eyes away from the skater boy for nearly an entire minute, your eyes cautiously following his every move.

“I heard a loud noise and I got scared, okay?” you tried to cover yourself up.

“Oh, c'mon Y/N. Don’t lie to us, you were eating the boy with your eyes.” Paula laughed as you stepped into the wagon.

You softly punched her arm. “Like you didn’t get scared because of the noise.”

“I did, but I didn’t checked the boy as if my life depended on it.” Paula said, laughing again at you. You took a seat, reminding yourself to be more discreet the next time.

“I promise I didn’t do it on purpose, I wasn’t even aware that I was looking at the boy like that,” you finally said, knowing that your two friends wouldn’t stop teasing you until you recognised it.

“I don’t blame you, the boy was hot,” Rae said, shrugging.

“Speaking of the devil…” Paula said, wiggling her brows, indicating you to look forward.

And when you did, you blushed again, your eyes meeting the boy’s for the first time as he took a seat a couple of seats away.

For the second time that day, you were left breathless as you felt yourself falling into the depth of his black eyes.

“You’re looking at him like that again,” Rae laughed.

“Oh shit,” you said, tearing your gaze away, even though you knew the boy had caught you red handed. Well, he was staring too.

That scene repeated almost every Thursday since then.

You’d be in the station, waiting with Rae and Paula for the train to arrive when you would hear a loud noise. But you wouldn’t get scared anymore, since you already knew where the noise was coming from - from the hard wheels of the boy’s skate colliding with the ground. You’d look at him and he would pass looking at his phone, sometimes with a small smile drawn on his lips, letting you know you had been caught red handed - again. Paula and Rae would tease you as you stepped into the train and would tease you even more when the boy took his usual seat a couple of seats away from yours, always facing you.

He would step off the train at the same stop you did, and then he would take the same bus you took. He only lived a couple of blocks away, but you had never seen him, and you never saw him apart from Thursday’s afternoons.


That Thursday afternoon you were exhausted. You had had a really tough day at the hospital. As an intern you simply had to draw blood or place IVs, but it wasn’t that easy, especially with the older ones.  Just before your turn ended that day, an old woman who had fallen from a chair had arrived to the emergency floor, you were the only intern who was available in that moment, so you told Rae and Paula to go home and not wait for you. When you were going to place the IV into the woman’s arm, she started moving and tossing around, telling you that she didn’t want an intern to place her IV. As she was moving, the needle poked her arm and blood started coming out like crazy. The woman started crying, you started crying, the nurse started shouting… It was a complete chaos. Finally, she placed the woman’s IV and sent you home with a scolding face.

More than being disappointed… You were scared. Scared that maybe being a nurse wasn’t your thing. But you had drawn blood before, and you had placed more than five IVs, why did an accident have to determinate how good or bad as a nurse you were?

You were so stuck into your own world, you even forgot what day it was. So when you heard the loud sound of the train entering the station mixed with the sound of hard wheels colliding with hard pavement, you didn’t even flinch.

Instead, you kept reading your book and walked closer to the train.

“Hey,” you heard a voice say from behind you, but you kept reading and waiting for the doors to open.

“My parents danced together, her head on his chest. Both had their eyes closed. They seemed so perfectly content. If you can find someone like that, someone who you can hold and close your eyes to the world with, then you’re lucky. Even if it only lasts for a minute or a day. The image of them gently swaying to the music is how I picture love in my mind even after all these years.”  You smiled whilere reading one of your favourite parts from The Name of The Wind by Patrick Rothfuss.

“Hey, sorry,” the voice said again, this time closer to you, so you lifted your gaze up from the book and found a couple of dark, doe eyes. “I think you dropped this.”

You gasped before you could do anything.

There you had it, the skater boy close to you, looking at you, speaking to you, waiting for you to answer him. You snapped when the boy started laughing while he shook something in front of your face.

“This, I think it’s yours,” he said, the bunny-like smile never leaving his face.

You blushed, realizing that once again you were staring at him, your feet glued to the floor and your mouth hanging open. You cleared your throat before quickly composing yourself and looking at the small object the boy was shaking.

“Oh,” you said, softly picking the item from his hands, careful not to touch him if you didn’t want to die there and then. It was your bookmark. “Oh, yes, thanks.”

You smiled at him, not even daring to look him after what had happened. You stepped into the train, taking your usual seat by the window, not wanting to look back and find the boy laughing at you. How could you be so stupid. You had stared at him like you were some silly teenager staring at her crush.

You faced palmed yourself thinking that the boy would sit on his usual seat instead of sitting right in front of you. If you thought your cheeks couldn’t get any redder or hotter, you were wrong.

Mortified, you looked at the boy as he looked back at you, his smile still drawn in his lips.

“So you like The Name of The Wind?” he asked.

Your head was spinning , your brain screaming, and you… You just couldn’t believe what was happening. You turned your head to see if he was talking to somebody else, but when the train started again you saw nobody was behind you because behind you was the end of the wagon. Great, Y/N, just fucking great. You’re embarrassing yourself in front of the boy you have been crushing on for the past two months.

“Sorry I… I just…” you stuttered, looking even more ridiculous as your eyes landed on the boy’s again. You had always been a shy and quiet girl around people you didn’t know, and even more around boys. An even more around boys you liked! Can you even like a stranger? “I like The Name of The Wind, yes.”

You decided that taking a deep breath and trying to calm yourself down would be the best option. The soft smile the boy dedicated you afterward was so sweet you felt a little bit more relaxed around him.

“You have a good taste then,” he said. His voice was as soft as his smile. As soft as the curve of his nose. As soft as his dark, doe eyes.

“Thanks, I guess…” you murmured. You bite your lower lip, trying not to say something that would embarrass yourself even more. Maybe the boy was just being polite towards you and didn’t want to start a conversation.

“Have you read the second one?” he asked, surprising you.

“Er… Yeah, I’m just rereading it because I feel like I forget important things about it,” you said, still a bit surprised that the boy still wanted to talk to you.

Maybe he was just bored because his phone had run out of charge and he couldn’t listen to music so he was talking to you instead. Maybe he was just playing with you because he knew how you looked at him. Maybe he was pranking you. Maybe Rae and Paula have paid him so he would finally speak to me. Maybe you’re just being paranoid Y/N.

“Oh, now that you say it, I have forgotten a lot of things about it too. I should reread it too,” he simply said. He didn’t seem like one of those boys to play with girls… But then again, he was just a stranger to you.

“So you have read it too?” you asked.

“Yeah, and the second one too. I’m just waiting for the author to finish the third one,” he shrugged and set the skate between his legs.

“That’s why I am rereading it. I want to remember everything when the third one comes out,” you didn’t expect him to like that kind of books, but then again, he was just a stranger to you.

“Huf…” he said, accommodating himself on his seat, making your knees brush against each other. You readjusted yourself too so your knees wouldn’t touch, which he noticed. He smiled again. “He has been ‘writing’ it for six years now, I don’t think I’ll get to read it,” he said, making quotation marks with his fingers as he said “writing”.

You laughed a bit.“Maybe when he finally publish it we won’t be able to read it because books won’t exist anymore, because we’ll be in year 2060 and we’ll have microchips that will insert the words in our heads instead of books,” as soon as the words left your lips, you face palmed yourself again. This time mentally, of course. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you, it wa-”

“Oh my God!” he interrupted you, making you blush when he started laughing. “I’m so happy I’m not the only one that thinks like that!”

“What?” you asked, frowning. Were you hearing alright? Were you dreaming? He had to be a weirdo, because had he been a normal boy, he would have already run away. Even if the train was still in motion.

“I thought I was the only one who thought that in less than fifty years there won’t be any trees left and we will have to use microchips instead of books,” he simply said, as if it wasn’t weird at all.

“You’re pulling my leg, right?” you breathed, making the boy go serious.

“No, why? Are you?” he asked.

“No, not at all,” you blinked a few times, hoping you hadn’t offended him. “I have a lot of weird theories about the future.”

“Cool, because I have a lot of weird theories about the future too,” the boy smiled again and you relaxed.

Suddenly, neither of you knew what to say and you stared at the window, not knowing if the conversation had came to its end or not. You didn’t even have time to open your mouth again.

“I’m Jungkook, by the way,” he said, quickly offering you his hand.

Not knowing what else to do, you awkwardly shook his hand. “Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you Y/N,” he smiled. “I see you every Thursday here.”

And that’s how your friendship with Jungkook started, over a fallen bookmark and The Name of The Wind. Just as fast as a train enters into its station.


“He did what?!” Paula exclaimed, clapping her hands while laughing. You looked at Rae, she hadn’t said anything because her mouth was hanging open.

Blushing, you softly pushed Rae’s chin so her mouth wouldn’t be open anymore.

“Calm your tits, he just gave me my bookmark,” you said, hoping he wouldn’t be in that same wagon. But it was Friday, and you never saw him unless it was Thursday.

“Yes! He gave you your bookmark and after you embarrassed yourself in front of him, he still sat in front of you and spoke to you for the rest of the way home,” Paula said, still shocked about what you had told them.

“The skater boy talked to you?!” Rae said, leaving her trance behind.

“I’m shocked too, okay?” you said, shaking your head and caressing the hard cover of the book you were holding in your hands: The Name of The Wind.

“I can’t believe you, he’s so hot,” Paula exclaimed, making you shush her. If they kept speaking in that loud tone, even Jungkook would hear your conversation - and he wasn’t even in that train.

“What? I know I’m not the most beautiful girl in the planet, but…” you began to say, a bit offended by your friends words.

Of course you knew how the World span, how it worked. Boys like him didn’t like girls like you. You didn’t stand out in the middle of a crowd, while he stood out everywhere he went. You were in the ordinary side, while he was in the extraordinary. You were one more straw in the middle of the hay loft, while Jungkook was the needle. So hard to find, but once you did, you could only see him in between thousands straws.

“No, that’s not what we’re saying, don’t be stupid,” Rae said as she nudged Paula on her side. “It just seems taken out of a fanfic or some romantic as fuck novel.”

“I wished a boy as hot as…” Paula said, trying to remember the boy’s name.

“Jungkook,” you smiled, liking how easily his name rolled out off your tongue.

“Well, I wished a boy as hot as Jungkook would talk to me,” she said.

They started to talk about how lucky you were and how hot Jungkook was, with his skate and his long bangs nearly covering his eyes and giving him a mysterious look.  How could your stomach churn every time they mentioned him? You had only spoken to him once, why where you willing to speak with him a second time?

“Stop girls, don’t get my hopes high,” you said as your stop finally came. “I have only spoken with him once, and we didn’t even exchange our phone numbers. Maybe he was just being polite with me and really thought I was crazy.”

She told you that you were being negative and that getting your hopes high wasn’t a bad thing at all. You doubted that last part as you stepped out of the train on your own. Of course getting your hopes high was a bad thing. You had heard before that hope is one of the most dangerous weapons the human being possesses, it can destroy cities, countries, it can destroy people.


When the next Thursday came you felt anxious waiting for the train. Paula and Rae were chatting animatedly, as always. You’d usually join them, but that day you were so nervous that  you couldn’t do anything but look towards the stairs from where you knew the loud noise of hard wheels making contact with the ground would come.

You felt a bit stupid as the train entered into the station and the skater boy was nowhere to be seen. You had even applied mascara that day in case you saw Jungkook and he spoke to you again. You had put on your favourite boyfriend jeans and your baby blue shirt. You had even painted your lips in a burgundy colour! You didn’t look like you were trying to impress anyone, but you looked more feminine than you usually did an you felt dumb for trying to look pretty for a boy you didn’t even know.

“Stop looking at the stairs,” Rae whispered. “He’ll appear, he has a pending conversation with you.”

You shook your head as you walked towards the wagon’s door, tearing your gaze away from the stairs.

“He doesn’t have any pending conversation with anyone,” you huffed, stepping into the train followed by your friends. What if he was avoiding you because he really thought you were weird?

“Oh, c'mon Y/N,” Paula protested, sitting in your usual seats. “The boy spoke to you, he approached to you. There are two options. One: he really likes you and just wants to get to know you; or two: the boy liked you but you scared him with your stupid conversation about conspiracy theories.”

“Hey!” you whined, cheering up a bit. “My conspiracy theories are actually interesting to hear, but you never listen when I tell you about them.”

Just then the doors started closing and your heart speed increased as you heard the familiar sound. When you turned your head you saw a boy running towards the wagon’s doors and stepping inside at the last minute.

He caught his breath and pushed softly his dark bangs aside.

When he lifted his gaze, his eyes found yours and you immediately blushed, but instead of just looking towards you and then going to his usual seat as he always did, he smiled towards you and started approaching you.

“Tell me you are seeing it too, Paula,” Rae whispered.

“Yep, I’m seeing it,” Paula said too, both of them observing every single movement the boy made.

You didn’t know who was more breathless; Jungkook, from running towards the train, or you, because that same boy was now seating just next to you and his dark, warm eyes were burning into yours.

“Hi,” he timidly said, smiling at you. His bunny-like smile made him appear so innocent, almost like a little kid.

“Hey,” you said, almost sounding bored. Oh, you wanted to face palm yourself again. “I thought you weren’t going to make it,” you joked, trying to change the awkward atmosphere a bit, just making it even more uncomfortable as you heard Paula and Rae’s sighs.

I’m not good with boys, okay?! was what you were whiling to shout.

“Yeah?” he laughed, as he laughed every time you said something a bit dumb. “I thought so too.”

You smiled and then looked at your friends, who were looking at the boy with curious eyes.

“I’m Jungkook,” he said, introducing himself and leaving the three of you speechless.

Your friends said hi to him and introduced themselves too. The rest of the route was spent talking with Rae, Paula and Jungkook. About university, about anything and everything at the same time. But finally, yours and Jungkook’s stop came. You waved goodbye to your friends and prayed so Jungkook hadn’t seen your friends winking towards you and wiggling her brows.

“Oh, I forgot,” he said, opening his backpack and took something out of it. “I started reading it too.”

He handed you a damaged-looking copy of The Name of The Wind. Its cover was hard, just like yours, but it was filled with small scratches and cuts. You thought about his beautiful hands caressing the cover, his curious eyes wandering around the book’s pages, soaking every little word in.

“It seems like you take good care of it,” you joked, glancing through the different pages and seeing that there were some small drawings and notes in some of them. “You mark your favourite parts?”

“Yes, I try to mark the most important parts so, whenever I feel like I forget something important, I can easily find it,” he said as he observed your hands delicately caressing the pages.

“I wish I was like that too, but I’m too lazy to always carry a pen with me every time I read something,” you gave him back his book. “I’m glad I made you reread it again.”

He just drew a small smile on his lips as he put the book into his backpack again. He didn’t even need to show you his white teeth or his bunny smile, all he needed to do was look at you with those black eyes.

If someone asked you what was the thing that had attracted your attention the most about Jeon Jungkook, your answer would always be the same: his eyes, adding later how much life they held and how he could speak through them.


Jungkook and his bright personality slipped through your bones and into your soul as fast as the cold slipped through the warm days and cool nights, leading to freezing days and even colder nights.

At first it was just his “mysterious boy” look, then it was his eyes, his personality, his strange laugh, the small crinkles that appeared next to his eyes every time he laughed so hard he had to grab his stomach so it wouldn’t hurt anymore. His bunny smile, the small mole he had under his lower lip, his beautiful hands and how they got red from the cold wind. The small puffs of white air that slipped through his lips every time he spoke as you waited for the train to arrive.

It was everything, from the way he appeared on his skate into the station, to the way he cracked up every time he scared you, making you jump when he suddenly appeared next to you.

From the way he made you laugh with every single dumb thing he said or did, to the silly way in which he waved towards you each time you said goodbye to each other every single Thursday.

Paula and Rae told you that they had to stay a bit longer at the hospital, but you knew they just waited until you were gone so they could take the train after yours and you could be alone with Jungkook. The next day, they would bombard you with questions.

He became your best friend, someone you could trust and tell everything. He knew when something was wrong just by looking at you and he wouldn’t stop asking until you told him what was wrong, whether it was something about university, about the hospital or about your family. You could tell him about it, and in return you’d get that beautiful bunny smile and the best funny story you had ever heard. He always knew how to cheer you up. He trusted you too, in fact, he trusted you like he had never trusted nobody.

Just his way of showing you was different from yours.

He didn’t speak too much about him, you just knew the basics. He had an older brother and lived with his parents. Every single Thursday he met with his group of friends at the basketball court that was in the sports centre near the hospital. He loved reading good books, drinking crappy coffee, listening to good sad music and he loved his skate.

You loved when you spent your route laughing and talking about stupid things, making everyone around you look at you, that young couple in the back that were always making noise and being loud.

You loved when you spent all your route speaking, opening yourselves towards each other. Speaking about life and more important things like time, dreams, imagination, happiness, about the future and what you hoped of it… Even thought Jungkook always said that he lived in the present, and he never thought about the future, you could see the spark of young dreams every time you spoke about that topic.

But the routes you loved the most where the ones where you and Jungkook would just sit next to each other in silence, your eyes, mind and soul immerse in some book one of you had recommended the other. The one who had recommended it; rereading it, while the other read it for the first time. You would read it, taking notes in the pages you had loved the most and the next Thursday you’d share them with each other, explaining the meaning you had found behind the author’s words.

Suddenly, Autumn was long gone, and Christmas lights were hung all over the city. You could hear Christmas carols everywhere and see Christmas trees decorating the cold Seoul’s streets. Suddenly snow started falling replacing the forgotten orange, Autumn leaves.
Suddenly Winter came and the holidays came with it. You were having Christmas dinner with your family and going to Rae’s party on New Year’s Eve. Suddenly you found yourself wishing a happy New Year through text message to the boy that had occupied your mind and your every thought since you first saw him. Suddenly, Winter was gone too, and suddenly, you were in love with Jeon Jungkook.


“Bless you!” you said while laughing.

Jungkook had been sneezing since the moment he greeted you in the station that Spring Thursday. You had been laughing at him, founding cute how he sniffed after each sneeze and how his eyes seemed smaller.

“It’s not funny, okay?” he said, blowing his nose with a tissue.

It’s not funny, okay?” you mimicked him, with a loud, obnoxious tone. “You sounded like the little kid from that meme. You know, the boy who was-”

“I know what meme it is,” he interrupted you, blowing his nose again.

You couldn’t help but laugh again as you searched for the meme on your phone, just to show it to him and tease him a bit. He whined, but ignored you as he stepped into the train, that had already arrived to the station.

Before stepping into the train, you looked back and took a deep breath, loving how Spring smelled in Seoul. Sitting next to Jungkook, you took your denim jacket off.

“Oh, Spring is beautiful, don’t you think?” you asked, admiring the tall green trees from behind the train’s window.

“Yeah, Spring is beautiful when you aren’t allergic to everything it creates,” he said.

Just like the bright pink petals of the cherry trees, your love towards Jungkook had blossomed too, growing stronger and stronger as days went by. Without realising it, your love had surrounded you like the cherry blossoms, as beautiful and breathtaking as them. But you knew cherry blossoms only lasted for a couple of weeks before they fell down the cherry tree and it was left naked again, waiting for Spring to arrive again and hit it with its beauty.

You were dying to get it out of your chest and tell him as Rae and Paula had encouraged you to do since you told them what you felt for the doe-eyed boy. But you didn’t have the courage to do so. You tried searching for some answers in the boy’s eyes, hoping you’d find them like you always did when you looked into his eyes. Every time you searched for love in those black eyes, you only saw care, but never love.

Maybe you didn’t know what love looked like. Maybe you were hoping to see fireworks, flares, anything… Maybe it wasn’t in his eyes where you had to search for love.

“Y/N?” you heard him call your name. He was looking at you with a cocky smile in his face, just like every time he caught you immerse un your own world.

“Mhm, sorry I didn’t hear you,” you said, your cheeks reddening a bit.

“I know,” he laughed. “I was about to ask you something, but maybe you want to keep thinking about what you where thinking.”

“Yeah, because I was thinking about how stupid you are,” you mockingly said. “But I always have time to think about that, so ask me whatever you were going to ask me.”

Jungkook tried hiding his smile as he shook his head. “Well…” suddenly, he seemed nervous. “My friends and I are going to some club this Saturday and… Er… They asked me if you wanted to come.”

He didn’t look at you in the eye as he said so, but you didn’t care, because all you could think of in that moment was that he was - somehow - asking you to go out with him. You had only met at the train and you spoke through texts, but you had never met away from that train station.

“If you don’t want to come or you have made plans already…” he began to say, seeing that you hadn’t said a word.

“No,” you said, snapping from your trance. Jungkook looked at you frowning and you smiled. “No as in ‘no, I don’t have made any plans for Saturday night.”

Jungkook relaxed a bit and his playful smirk returned to his beautiful face. “Not that you have many plans every Saturday night anyway.”

“Oh, shut up Jeon,” you whined, hitting him hard in the arm.


“I don’t know what to wear!” you almost cried as Rae and Paula finished their make-up.

You didn’t go partying that often, that’s why your closet was full of trousers and oversized jumpers, but not a single dress could be seen in it.

“Just wear a dress and some high heels,” Paula whispered, not paying you much attention.

“Thank you for being such a good listener Paula,” you said in a harsh tone. “I have said that I don’t have any dresses or high heels nearly fifty times!”

“Woah, relax, you are going to age faster if you don’t calm down,” she said, still concentrated on her winged eyeliner.

“Paula, shut up. She’s nervous because she’s going out for the first time with the boy she likes,” Rae said, approaching you. “Well, the boy she is in love with.”

You only sighed and sat on the edge of your bed. “If I would have known this I wouldn’t have asked Jungkook if you two could come.”

“Hey, listen,” Paula said, finishing her eyeliner. “You’re going to look beautiful tonight and Jungkook will see what he’s missing.”

“You’re speaking as if he had rejected me,” you laughed a bit. “He’s not missing anything because he doesn’t feel the same.”

“You won’t never know it if you don’t tell him about your feelings,” Rae encouraged you. You just stood up from the bed and searched for something to wear in your closet. You had had that same conversation with your friends before.

“I won’t tell him about my feelings, okay? And you won’t either,” you said, throwing a simple black skater skirt into the bed. “The last thing I want to lose is his friendship.”

“He told his friends about you, Y/N!” Paula said. “Wake up, that’s a signal. He likes you.”

You rolled your eyes. You paired the black skirt with a white blouse. “He told his friends about me because we are friends. And shut up, you’re always getting my hopes high for nothing.”

You started dressing yourself quickly, putting a black lace bralette and black matching panties. You didn’t have much time since you would meet with Jungkook and his friends at the club at ten and it was already nine.

“You always say that, but when you first said it Jungkook appeared in the train out of nowhere and sat beside you,” Paula said, putting on her red stilettos.

“And the last time you said it, he asked you for your number, so don’t be pessimistic and just enjoy the night,” Rae said.

You sighed, knowing they were right. Even if Jungkook didn’t feel the same towards you, you could still have a fun night out with your best friends and the boy you liked.

The club was packed when you arrived. Fashionably late, of course. Jungkook had texted you, letting you know that they were upstairs getting some drinks.

The music was too loud to hear anything that your friends said as you climbed up the stairs. When you finally arrived to the bar in which Jungkook had told you that he was waiting for you with his friends, you saw a group of boys. They were at least seven, each one of them more handsome than the other. Despite the dim lights and the dark atmosphere, your recognised him immediately.

You approached, taking short, shy steps. Jungkook was with his back facing towards you, so he didn’t see you approaching them until one of the other boys nudged his back. Jungkook’s eyes made contact with you, shining under the multi coloured lights.

His smile was drawn on his lips as soon as he saw you, pushing some of his friends so he could greet you and start introducing you to his friends. They were six other boys and Jungkook was the youngest of them all. They greeted you with wide smiles and soft nods of their heads.

“She’s even more beautiful than you told us, Jungkookie,” the eldest boy named Jin teased.

You blushed, but blushed even more when you saw how flustered Jungkook was. You didn’t knew if it was because Jin had just called him Jungkookie in front of you or if it was because Jin had admitted that he had told them you were beautiful. You just smiled as Jungkook punched Jin in the arm.

To break the awkward moment, you introduced your friends to the boys, Rae immediately setting her sights on a quiet boy named Yoongi.

“I nearly didn’t recognise you,” you told Jungkook, leaning over Jungkook so he could hear you.

He turned his head to face you, making you gasp at the proximity of your faces. He was smirking as he looked into your eyes, probably knowing the effect he had on you. “Yeah? Why?” he said in a playful tone. Even though he was always comfortable around you and he had never been shy towards you, you saw a different side of him that night. He was more cocky, more playful with you. You just blamed the alcohol.

“I’m so used to seeing you in those oversized hoodies and sweatpants that I thought this guy in a white shirt and black trousers wasn’t the Jeon Jungkook I know,” you said, feeling a bit uncomfortable under his intense gaze.

“And what Jeon Jungkook you like the most?” he asked, making you blush once again.

“The one in oversized hoodies and sweatpants, to be honest,” you said, and when you saw his eyes widening you explained yourself. “Not that you don’t look… Interesting in that shirt and those tight trousers.”

“Interesting, hum?” he hummed, taking a sip from his glass, filled with a dark liquid you supposed was alcohol. “You are really interesting too in that skirt,” he said, and as soon as the words left his lips, his eyes widened again and he took a sip from his glass once more, this time longer. You blushed and cleared your throat.

“Hum… I’m going to grab a drink,” you said.

“Okay, I’ll go with you,” he followed you towards the counter where the barmen where serving the drinks.

You weren’t inside of your comfort zone: the train and at first it was a bit difficult for you both to start a conversation. But as always, you ended up talking and laughing about everything and anything at the same time.

The boys joined you and all of you ended up taking shots of tequila and screaming so loud you couldn’t even hear the music anymore. There was a boy that shouted over the rest, Taehyung. He wasn’t drunk, he was completely wasted, inviting everyone to do shots and trying to flirt even with Jimin, who always answered him with “No, Tae, you know my girlfriend and she would kill you.”

As the night carried on, you were left alone with Jungkook once again. Namjoon disappeared with Jimin because they were really tired. Jin was with Hoseok trying to tell random girls bad jokes and make them laugh. Yoongi and Rae where nowhere to be seen, and Tae and Paula were wasted, dancing on the dance floor.

“Wanna go to the dance floor?” Jungkook said, slowly since he had to think twice what he was going to say.

“Sure,” you said, leaving your empty glass on the bar. “But we won’t be dancing with Paula and Tae, right? I don’t want to be kicked out.”

Jungkook laughed, but you didn’t hear the beautiful sound of it since the music was blasting through the speakers. There were so many people, the place was so packed, that you thought you would lose Jungkook in the crowd. He was following you, so you stopped a bit to look at him and see if he was still behind you. He knocked the air out of your lungs when his hand grabbed yours and he lead you towards the dance floor.

It wasn’t the first time he had grabbed your hand, but it was the first time he intertwined his fingers with you, the first time you could completely feel his skin against yours.

When you were in the middle of the dance floor, Jungkook stopped and let go of your hand. He turned so you were facing each other. You were awkwardly looking at each other, both with silly smiles on your faces. You smiled widely when you thought about what someone would think if they looked at you both in that moment. They’d probably see a boy and a girl whose life had just started, young and beautiful, falling in love under the lights of the pub. Oh, they’d be so wrong.

“What?!” he shouted so you could hear his voice above the music.

You smiled. “Nothing,” you looked at your feet. Jungkook was lazily moving them to the rhythm.

“Tell me,” he pushed you, taking a step towards you, so close to you that your chest were touching. You were nearly trembling when you lifted your head and found his eyes, burning into yours with so much force you thought your heart would burst into flames.

“Tell you what?” you teased.

“Tell me why you were looking at me with that smile on your face,” he leaned his face mere inches from yours. He lowered his head a bit so his eyes were right in front of yours. You bit your lower lip.

Your body started moving along the music. It was as loud as it had been for the rest of the night, but it had faded into the background as Jungkook smiled and started dancing too. At first it was just the two of you dancing and joking around, laughing and touching every once in a while, but with every passing song, your bodies started getting closer. And suddenly Jungkook’s hands where on your waist and your hands were seductively playing with your hair.  

You saw him biting his lower lip as he looked down at you, dancing for him, just for his eyes. You had never felt so sure of yourself or so sexy as you did then, in that moment, under the burning gaze of the boy you loved. Maybe he wasn’t in love with you, maybe he didn’t even like you as something more than a simple friend, but in that moment he wanted you and you could see it in his burning gaze.

The desire you felt, the desire in Jungkook’s eyes and the tequila shoots you had behind, made you feel confident and you moved closer to Jungkook until you could feel his stomach against yours. You could barely hear anything that wasn’t your erratic breaths or your heart beat, but you swore you heard a low grunt escaping from Jungkook’s lips.

His hands were holding you in place, so your bodies would move at the same pace. Your arms circled his neck until your fingers were playing with his hair.

“What are we doing?” was all that Jungkook could whisper into your ear as you danced against him.

“We’re dancing,” you said, as innocently as you could.

You’d be lying if someone asked you if you desired Jungkook or not and you answered no. Of course you yearned for him, for his body, for his hands, for his eyes, for his voice, his soul, heart and everything he could offer to you. And even though you knew none of that things belonged to you, in that moment you wanted to believe that yes, Jeon Jungkook was yours and only yours.

As the temperature escalated, Jungkook pressed you more and more against his body, so much you could already feel the growing bulge in his pants. You bit your lip. Were you really getting Jungkook horny?

You got your answer when he moved his hands a bit lower and, with a bit of force, spun you so his chest was pressed against your back. His arms circled your waist and his hands landed on the waistband of your skirt. You couldn’t believe what was going on as Jungkook’s lips started grazing the skin of your neck. In that moment you were biting your lip with so much force, you thought it would start bleeding. You were feeling on cloud nine, closing your eyes and letting Jungkook’s body lead yours. You intertwined your hands with Jungkook’s, the touch so intimate you almost believed that what was happening was real.

Of course you knew it wasn’t real. It was a product of two young people, wild hormones and alcohol, mixed with the loud music and the atmosphere that surrounded you both.

“Jungkook,” his name escaped from your lips in a strangled moan when the boy sunk his teeth in your neck, licking the spot afterwards.

He leaned into your ear and whispered something, but you didn’t understood it. You turned around to face him and ask him what he had said.

“Kiss me,” he breathed, loud enough for you to hear.

He didn’t even give you time as he leaned in and his lips touched yours, softly at first, roughly and passionately as a couple of seconds passed. You followed his lips, still shocked about what was going on. You closed your eyes and focused every sense of your on Jungkook and his lips. They felt softer than a marshmallow, the bottom lip being a little more plump that the upper one. He tasted like tequila and fireworks - fireworks that were exploding at the same time in the pitch of your stomach.

The kiss escalated quickly and soon, Jungkook’s tongue traced your bottom lip, making you open your mouth a bit so his tongue could play with yours. Meanwhile, his hands kept you pressed against him as he grabbed you by the waist.

You swore two, three… Maybe seven songs passed and you were still kissing, pouring yourselves into the kiss, without any care about what was going on around you.

When you felt breathless for the hundredth time, you pulled away as Jungkook’s teeth bite your bottom lip. You opened your eyes to fin Jungkook’s eyes already on you. His lips were plum and red, and his eyes wilder than you had ever seen him. Oh God, he was so beautiful and so young, and you were so in love with him.

“I live ten minutes away from here,” is all you could say in that moment. “Just a few blocks away.”

Jungkook looked intensely into your eyes. “Are you sure you want this?”

You bit your lip while looking at him. He sure wanted that, you could see and feel it. But… Did you want it? Of course you wanted it, but you didn’t know if you’d feel the same the next morning. You already were too head over heels in love with Jungkook, but maybe if you took that next step there would be no turning back. All of your thoughts were summarized in one soft nod of your head.

That was all Jungkook needed to grab your hand and drag you out of the club. As soon as you were outside, he kissed you fiercely again.

You nearly ran towards you house, the ten minutes walk being the longest in your life. As soon as the door of you small shared apartment was open, Jungkook nearly pushed you inside, his mouth being all over yours once again. Your roommate was visiting her parents that weekend, so you were lucky you had the house all to yourself.

You laughed when Jungkook led you towards the wrong room, nearly tripping when you told him it was your roommate’s room.

In between kisses, bites, moans, laughs and silly jokes you finally finished undressing one another. Jungkook climbed over you, your back pressed against your soft white sheets. You looked at him, looking like a prince to you, hovering above you under the moonlight that slipped through the window. His obsidian hair falling into his eyes, casting shadows all over his face, making his lips look plumper, his eyes darker and his jawline sharper.

Jungkook was art, a piece of the finest carved marble. There was no flaw in his body or his face. You could look at him all day and you would still not get tired of it. You could have spent hours observing every little mole that adorned his body like constellations adorn the sky. From the mole he had under his bottom lip, to the one he had on his neck, and ending in the round mole just next to his belly button.

Whispering sweet nothings into your ears, planting passionate kisses all over your body, leaving his mark in your neck, caressing every curve of your body with his fingertips as if he wanted to always remember it - as if he was afraid he would forget about the curve of your hips, your legs, your breasts, your collarbones, your cheekbones or your lips - he made love to you that night.

His way of pushing softly into you at first and roughly afterwards drove you crazy. He spoke with his body that night. With his face, his hands, his fingertips. With every touch, he told you a million things he couldn’t voice out - a million things he wouldn’t voice out. With every whisper, he let you know how much he was enjoying fucking you. With every moan he let you know how good you made him feel. With every push of his body into you, he let you know how much he had been fantasizing about your body pressed against him.

He knew that making love to you would be a turning point in your relationship, that he had not only let you see him naked, but he had let you see him completely naked. Body and soul. You were different, he felt it in the way he reacted towards you. Maybe you’d be the only constant in his life. Maybe you’d be the one that stays in his mind forever.


You woke up to the sun high up in the sky, hitting your naked skin. You woke up to the sound of soft snores beside you.

You blinked a couple of times, lazily batting your eyelashes so your eyes could adjust to the light that filled your room that Spring morning. Turning around you found Jungkook, asleep by your side, his arm hanging lazily over your waist.

He was sweating, hair sticking to his forehead. With a soft smile drawn on your lips and careful not to wake him up, you moved away the dark strands of hair. But you failed in your attempt of not waking him up as he stirred and growled.

Your hand travelled then to his forehead, the side of his nose, until you finally placed it over his cheek.

Sudden anxiety took over you as Jungkook started opening his eyes, slowly at first and then all at once. What if he regretted last night? What if he just wanted to be your friend? What if he was just drunk?

He looked at you when he finally opened his eyes, observing every inch of your face. Slowly, he traced his eyes over your lips, your chin, your nose and they finally landed in your eyes. You remained silent, your hand placed over his cheek, not knowing what to do.

Something in the boy that was lying in your bed, naked next to you, snapped as he frowned and quickly got away from you. Your hand fell lifelessly onto the bed, just as fast as your heart feel and shattered too.

“Who… What am I doing here?” he asked, with a raspy voice, standing up from your bed, blushing when he saw he was naked. “What the fuck?”

You blinked your tears away a couple of times before you felt too naked under Jungkook’s gaze and you covered your body with your sheets. You sat yourself up in bed. Without looking at you twice, Jungkook had started dressing himself.

“Look Jungkook… I… We…” you stuttered.

“Jungkook?” he sounded confused. He put on his shirt and brushed his hair with his fingers. “Why do you even know my name? I mean… I’m sure I’ve never seen you before.”

You saw it in his eyes. It was there. Emptiness. Nothing. You saw nothing in his eyes as he looked at you.

“What?” you blinked a couple of times, confused, angry, humiliated, heartbroken… All at once. “How dare you say that you have never seen me before?”

Jungkook picked up his phone and his wallet before stuffing them into the pockets of his jeans. He really looked confused.

“I… I don’t know how I ended up here but-” he said, sounding angry too. Why was he even angry. You had been the rejected one there. “But I’m sure it was fun and well… Thank you.”

“Thank you?!” you nearly shouted. “What the fuck Jungkook? You’re kidding me, right? You’re fucking thanking me as if I was a whore!”

The boy that was in front of you wasn’t Jungkook. He looked like Jungkook, but he definitely wasn’t him. Those empty eyes, looking at them just made you sick.

“I… I gotta go,” was what he said before looking at you one last time and grabbing the doorknob to open your bedroom door.

“Jungkook!” you screamed, wanting to go after him, but your body felt somehow stuck to the mattress of your bed.

Seconds later you felt the front door close and your tears run down your cheeks. You had hoped Jungkook would stay, you had hoped that maybe he would whisper a “good morning” to you and then make love to you again as he did the night before. You hoped you two would stay in your bed forever, letting the sunrays warm your skin. You hoped.


You were never someone that regretted what they had done. If you did something, then you’d take the consequences that came with it.

But you regretted sleeping with Jungkook.

You regretted it all, from the moment he stepped off of your apartment pretending he didn’t even knew you to the moment you texted him, saying that you could act as if nothing had happened, and the text was never delivered - meaning that he had blocked your number.

You tried reaching out to him, looking for him at the train station, even at the sports centre. He was nowhere to be seen. You missed the noise of his skate colliding with the floor, you missed the way he always went pass you as if he hadn’t seen you. You missed your conversations, his laugh, his eyes. You thought about look for him at his house, but you realised you barely knew anything about him, other than he loved reading, skating and making you laugh.

At first you were sad, you blamed yourself for what had happened. If you had been able to contain yourself, it would have only been two drunk friends kissing at a pub. Maybe Jungkook would still speak to you then. It didn’t feel the same stepping into the train on your own, looking at the cherry blossoms or simply stepping off the bus.

Your sadness turned into anger as Spring slowly turned into Summer. You started blaming Jungkook instead of yourself. If he hadn’t wanted to sleep with you, he could have stopped you. Or he simply could have contained himself and not have dragged you out of the club and towards your house. And he even pretended he didn’t know you and that he didn’t remember anything! What a fucking coward.

Anger turned into nothing as your final exams came and you needed all of your brain focused on one thing: studying. You buried yourself in books and notes, the uni’s library becoming your second home. Reading and writing also helped you with the J thing. You had became so pathetic you couldn’t even say his entire name.

Internship at the hospital helped you with that too, but each time you had to take the train and go to the station, you panicked, thinking that maybe he would be there, with his skate or his book. With his oversized hoodie or his brown beanie. But he would never be there.

Final exams ended and you only had a week left at the hospital before summer holidays started.

“Where are you going?” Rae asked you, absentmindedly playing with his hair.

“Hm… I think I might visit my family,” you said. Since your family lived in another country and you had moved to Seoul with your parents when you were little, you barely saw them. You and your parents usually visited them every summer. “And you?”

That day you had finished practice at the hospital earlier, so the train station was almost empty, except for the three of you and some more people.

Your friends had been trying to distract you every time they accompanied you to the train station, since they didn’t want you to look around searching for Jungkook. You spoke about ordinary things, too ordinary and boring.

As the train came into the station, you lifted your eyes up from the floor. What you saw, almost made you fall to the ground.

Round, wide, black eyes were staring at you from a couple of metres away. He looked as surprised as you to see you there. A sudden wave of anger shook your body and you had to contain yourself not run towards him and slap him in the face with all the force you had.

You tore your gaze away from his as if his eyes burned you. But it was true, they burned you. Paula and Rae had seen him too, so they followed you into the train without saying a word.

The conversation about what you’d be doing that summer continued, your friends trying to distract you somehow, but your mind was somewhere else. You were sure you were red from anger. Not only did he dare to look at you with puppy eyes, as if he was the one hurting there, as if he hadn’t been avoiding you for two months. He dared to sit on his usual seat, just a couple of metres away from you, in the same wagon you were.

He was looking out of the window, with that impassible face, avoiding to look towards you. But you couldn’t avoid him, no when you suddenly remembered how his lips felt against yours, how his hands traced every curve of your body, how his eyes looked at you that night as if you were a piece of art. No when all you could think about was he sleeping next to you, pulling you closer to him.

“Y/N!” Paula said as you stood up from your seat, leaving your bag there. “Y/N, where are you going?” she whispered, already knowing where you were heading to.

You sat in front of Jungkook, making him look at you.

“Hey,” you said, putting on a fake smile. “Do you remember who I am or are you going to pretend that you don’t know me once again?”

For a brief moment, your swore you saw hurt in his eyes, even regret, but his impassible facade was still there. You were being cruel, but he had been cruel too for the past two months.

He huffed and readjusted himself in his seat. You frowned as you didn’t see his skate with him. He always carried his skate with him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

If it weren’t for the anger you had felt in that moment, that blinded you completely, maybe you would have seen the tired look in his eyes, covered behind the cold facade he was putting on. Maybe you’d have seen that he had lost weight, that he had bags under his eyes, that his hair was longer than usual and maybe you’d have found the reason why he hadn’t brought his skate with him. If you hadn’t been seeing red in that moment, you’d have seen him fidgeting with the hem of his hoodie. You would have even found strange that he was wearing a hoodie in June.

“Woah, I didn’t expect such an elaborate answer from you,” you said, anger filling every single word.

He shrugged and just looked away from you, towards the window. The once cherry trees covered in pink cherry blossoms were naked then, just normal green leaves making it look like an ordinary tree.

“I don’t know, Y/N. What the fuck do you want me to say?” he spat, finally looking at you. “Do you want me to tell you the truth and hurt you, or do you want me to keep avoiding you and save you the heartbreak?”

Maybe if you hadn’t been that angry and selfish, you would have found the double meaning behind his words.

“Heartbreak?” you laughed sarcastically. “You? Saving me the heartbreak?” you looked at him, throwing daggers towards him with your eyes. “You can’t save the heartbreak to someone who is already heartbroken, so go ahead.”

He flinched and took a deep breath before speaking again. “What happened that night…” he made a pause for a brief moment. “We had fun, that’s all.”

“That’s all?” you repeated. “Oh, that’s all, yes,” you laughed sarcastically again. “That’s all you have to say to me after two months? That we had fun and that’s all?”

“Yes, what do you want me to say?” he said, raising his voice a bit. You both were trying to speak in a normal tone so the rest of the wagon wouldn’t hear your conversation. “You wanted the truth? That’s the truth. I slept with you, I can’t get anything else from you.”

Those were the last words you were expecting to hear. You thought your heart was already broken, that’s why you didn’t expect to feel such a pain in your chest as the boy you loved told you what you knew but you never wanted to see. You were nothing for him.

You opened your mouth, trying to say something, but you couldn’t. Don’t, Y/N. You breathed as you closed your eyes, and when you opened them again to found those black eyes looking directly at you, you gathered the courage to speak. “You just wanted to fuck me?”

Jungkook looked at you, as if wanting to tell you something else. But he didn’t. “I’m not the guy you thought I was.”

“You definitely aren’t,” you said, standing up from your seat.

“You shouldn’t have trusted me, you don’t know anything about me other than random insignificant things,” he said, looking away from you.

“You’re right…” you whispered, your eyes glued to your hands as you kept playing with your t-shirt. You gulped. You didn’t want it to end like that, but you didn’t want anything from him either, so you just walked away.

You took your seat next to Paula and Rae, who had been eyeing you the entire time. You told them you didn’t want to talk about it and when the train stopped in the next station, Jungkook gathered his things and stepped off the train without looking back again. You felt a pang of hurt in your chest and you had to swallow your own tears. You’d get over him.


Your summer holidays began, days were longer and nights shorter. Stars shone brighter than ever that warm summer.  But not for you, since you spent nearly every night thinking about him, your heart shattered into pieces all over the place.

You were supposed to be travelling with your parents to visit your family, but since being in Seoul reminded you of him, you flew home a month earlier than your parents.

Being with your grandparents, helping them around and playing with your little cousins helped you a bit. Until one day, one of your cousins - the one that had eighteen years old - told you he had started reading The Name of The Wind, and Jungkook came crashing into your mind again. When would it stop?

Everything started reminding you of him at home too, and forgetting him was starting to feel like an impossible mission. So instead of trying to forget him, you simply pushed the memory of him to the back of your head.

By the end of summer, Jungkook was something you had locked in a hidden place you didn’t even know it existed, or you just simply ignored it.

Starting uni again and seeing your friends again made you incredibly happy.

Just as a new season started, your routine did too. You couldn’t wait for cherry trees to blossom again, but you loved the colours of Seoul’s autumn too. After starting your internship at the hospital again, Seoul became your home once more. You were always doing something, always listening to music, reading or going out with your friends, filling those empty gaps that could give you time to think.

Those who didn’t really know you, would say that you had changed, that you had become a more mature and serious person. In a way, you did, you changed. But you were still the same. Still the same stupid, naive girl who fell in love with a boy she met at the train station on a Thursday evening. The same girl who fell in love over a fallen bookmark and an unfinished book saga. That same girl that got her heart broken and fixed piece by piece over time.


“… and after that, you have to visit Mr. Choi and check his glucose,” the nurse told you, writing something in a paper.

It was being a hectic day at the hospital. Two car accidents, one of them a bus filled with teenagers. As one of the intern nurses you were left out of the action and you just had to check the hospitalized patients.

Nodding, you gathered your things and did your tasks, chatting with the people that you already knew because they had been hospitalized before summer began.

As you were heading to Mr. Choi’s room you stayed paralysed in the middle of the corridor.

The laugh that escaped from the door right in front of you slipped into your bones, suddenly breaking the wall you had built in a remote part of yourself, hiding behind it the name of the boy your heart still yearned for. You felt like you were going to collapse on the floor right then and there.

Without even thinking, your hand grabbed the doorknob of the white door. The nurse would kill you for not following your schedule, but you had to know if he was there. You suddenly needed to see him, despite the hurtful words he directed towards you the last time you saw him. Your heart still ached at the sound, so pure and vibrant it made your heart beat faster.

You hoped you’d see him sitting on the visitor’s chairs, but what you saw left you completely breathless. It was funny because, every single time you saw him, he somehow made you feel breathless.

You recognised the person that was sitting on the visitor’s chair, but it wasn’t Jungkook. Jimin stared at you, wide eyes and open mouth, his laugh dying and evaporating in the air. Then, with jaw clenched and tear-filled eyes, you looked at the boy that was lying back in the hospital bed. Jungkook looked as breathless as you did, but for obvious different reasons.

In that moment, you saw what you hadn’t seen that Thursday’s afternoon, in the wagon of the train, just before summer began. You saw it all. You saw his tired eyes, his dark, dishevelled hair. His pale skin, the bags under his eyes that contrasted with the soft skin of his beautiful face. You saw he had lost weight, his wide shoulders seeming smaller and hunched.

You felt a wave of feelings of all kind hit your body, the force of the impact making hot tears roll down your cheeks.

“Y/N,” Jungkook breathed.

You frowned, your hand still over the doorknob. You didn’t know what to do, what to say or simply… What to feel. So you just stepped back and closed the door again as if you had never stepped into that room.

“Y/N!” you heard Jungkook calling out for you from the other side of the closed door.

As you dried your tears with the back of your hand, you started running down the corridor, ignoring everyone that was looking at you with confused eyes, and ignoring Jimin, who was running towards you, calling out your name.

Arriving to Mr. Choi’s room, you closed the door behind you and took a deep breath. You felt safe there, away from Jimin and Jungkook.

“What’s wrong, honey?” the old man asked you with a sweet voice. He was one of those people that had been hospitalized before summer started, so you already knew the man and you really cared about him.

You tried breathing normally again as you told him that nothing was wrong, just that you had a lot of things to do that morning and you couldn’t risk being late. You checked Mr. Choi’s glucose and chatted a bit with him. His wife would be visiting him soon, so you said goodbye to him and promised that you’d say goodbye again that afternoon before going home.

“Y/N,” a voice called out your name again as you stepped out of Mr. Choi’s room. Jimin had been waiting for you outside, his back resting against the opposite wall.

You ignored him as you kept walking along the corridor.

“Please, Y/N, wait,” he pleaded. You stopped so abruptly he almost bumped against your back. Your head was still spinning and you were mad at Jungkook, not Jimin, so you would at least hear what he wanted to tell you.

“What?” you said, turning around so you could face him.

You had only seen him one night, but you were sure that night he didn’t look half as tired and devastated as he did then, in the middle of that corridor.

“I… Hey,” he softly smiled. “How have you been?”

You frowned. “I’ve been doing fine,” was all you answered, narrowing your eyes towards Jimin. His hair was no longer a pink shade. You nearly smiled as you remembered how his pink hair had reminded you of the cherry blossoms the night you met him. You nearly smiled as you remembered how his, now chestnut hair, reminded you of the brown, dead leaves that fell from the trees in autumn.

“I’m happy to hear that,” he said. He was looking at your eyes, looking calm and relaxed, but he was nervous, you could see it in the way he was playing with his grey jumper. “Please, you need to speak with Jungkook.”

You sighed. You spoke with Jungkook four months ago, and he already told you everything you needed to hear. “Sorry, I have things to do. Bye, Jimin, it was nice seeing you.”

You turned around, but a hand kept you from walking away. That same hand forced you to turn around again, softly. “Please, you’re the only one that can make him change his mind.”

“What? Change his mind about what?” you frowned. You hadn’t even given yourself time to think about everything. About why was Jungkook at the hospital.

“Talk to him, please,” Jimin pleaded you a last time.

You looked into his eyes for some more before nodding with your head. You were just going to talk to him, then you’d follow the rest of your schedule.

“Thanks,” Jimin said, suddenly embracing you in a tight hug. “Talk to him, talk to Jungkook,” he broke the hug with what you thought were tears in his eyes. He disappeared from the corridor and you were left alone.

You started walking towards Jungkook’s room. You stayed there, in front of his door for almost five minutes, just thinking. What would you feel when you saw him from up close once again? Why Jimin wanted you to talk to him? What was he going to tell you? Why was he at the hospital? And… What ‘you’re then only one that can make him change his mind’ meant?

You knocked on the door before opening and finding Jungkook’s eyes again. You doubted for a moment, not daring to step into the room.

“Come in, please,” Jungkook said, his voice softer than you ever remembered it.

You nodded and closed the door behind your back. You kept your back pressed against the shiny material of the door. Your eyes examined Jungkook, and his eyes took their time to examine you too.

“Well, here I am,” you said, hoping he would tell you already what was going on. Why he suddenly wanted to talk to you.

“I…” he looked around him, his facial expression changed as his eyes landed on the different devices that were connected to his body. His eyes closed for a moment but when he opened them again, they found you immediately. “How are you?”

You huffed and crossed your arms over your chest. “I’m fine,” you said, in a monotone voice. You didn’t want to sound rude, but after all those months waiting for something to happen…

“Are you still an intern?” he asked.

“Yes,” you answered. He asked you a couple more questions about your life, you giving him the same answers: yes or no. “Jungkook, I’m  not here so you can ask me questions.”

“Sorry,” he murmured. “I just wanted to speak with you for a bit. To know how you have been doing.”

“Well, you told me that after fucking me you couldn’t get anything else from me, so I don’t get why you want to know about me all of a sudden,” you said as Jungkook flinched at your harsh words.

“Don’t say that, please,” he pleaded, closing his eyes again.

“I’m just telling you what you told me,” you shrugged, your eyes never leaving his.

“I didn’t mean it, I was just trying to distance you from me,” he sighed.

“Yes, you were trying to distance me from you because you had already gotten everything you wanted from me, right?” you said, sounding cruel, pouring everything that had been eating you up from the past months in your harsh words.

“Don’t say that!” Jungkook raised his voice. “I didn’t mean it!”

“And why did you say that, then?” you raised your voice too. “You knew I was in love with you. Why did you do that to me then, Jungkook?” you paused yourself so you could catch your breath. You waited for Jungkook to say something, but he just stayed there. “Why are you here?”

Jungkook’s eyes looked at the window instead of you. He had been delaying that moment, thas question, since you entered in the room. In that moment, you knew. But you waited for him to answer anyway.

“I’m…” he began to say, his eyes fixed in something else. Maybe the blue sky, so clear you couldn’t see a single cloud in it. Maybe the sun, shinning bright above you, its rays entering into the room. “I’m ill. I’ve always been ill but lately it has gotten worse.”

It all was a paradox, a cruel and beautiful paradox. The sun was shining, the weather was clearer than ever, but it all somehow stopped at the other side of the window that separated the small hospital room from the outside. Yes, the rays of sun entered into the room, but the energy and happiness that came with them didn’t. How can you feel energetic and happy when the boy you’re helplessly in love with tells you he’s ill? The world outside of that room carried on, but your world stopped in that moment, in that hospital room.

It was one of the most beautiful autumn days you had ever seen, and yet it became one of the saddest days of your life.

Of course you knew that Jungkook wasn’t okay since the moment you stepped into that room, but your silly and naive mind still hoped that he was there because he broke his leg skating or because he just had an appendicitis.

You were left breathless. He, somehow, always left you breathless.

“H… How ill?” you stupidly asked.

He swallowed harshly, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down. “I’m just ill, that’s all you need to know for now,” he looked at you again, his eyes finally leaving that outside world and stepping into your own world. When his eyes widened, you realised you were crying. He wasn’t just ill. “Don’t cry, please. Come over here Y/N.”

You shook your head no, but you still approached him until you were at the feet of his bed.

“You’ve always been ill?” you asked, sniffling as you tried to calm yourself. He nodded. “You knew this when we met?” you asked. He nodded. “Why didn’t you tell me?!”

Jungkook flinched a bit when you raised your voice. “I just… I just saw how happy and bright you were and I didn’t want to change that.”

You frowned, you waved your hands all over the place as you spoke. “And do you think I was going to be bright and happy when I found out by myself?!”

He sighed. “Okay, no, I didn’t think about that…”

You shook your head again and then rested it in between your hands, trying to assimilate everything. “I just need to set it all in…” you sighed.

Suddenly, you felt a hand against your shoulder, hesitant. Your head snapped up, and you gasped when you saw how close Jungkook was from you. A device started beeping as it had detached from Jungkook’s body.

“No, no, no, lay down, please,” you urged him, gently grabbing his cold hand and placing it next to him, over the bed. You connected the device again to Jungkook’s body, avoiding eye contact with him.

“I don’t want you to cry,” he whispered, sounding out of breath for the mere effort he had done of sitting himself up.

“And I don’t want you to get even worse. I won’t cry, I swear, but don’t move, please,” your voice was softer than before. Even after you connected the device to Jungkook’s body, your hand was still caressing the skin of his collarbone. He noticed and tensed up a bit, which you misunderstood and took a step back, separating your skin from his. “Tell me everything, I want to know everything.”

“Everything?” he repeated, as if making sure you wanted that.

You nodded, remaining by his side, but not touching him.

“I have an odd brain disease. It’s like Alzheimer, but different at the same time. My neural connections die a hundred times faster than yours, or even than the neural connections of a person with Alzheimer,” he couldn’t look at you in the eye. “My brain forgot about everything every week. Every Thursday I was like a blank piece of paper… Until my parents found out about an experimental treatment that helped neural connections reestablish themselves for a limited time. It worked for me, so every Thursday I had to go to the hospital to take that treatment… It was like chemo, but worst. It made me want to throw up,  it made me forget about everything and then remember everything the next second, and the feeling was so strong it left me breathless and weak.”

“That’s why I saw you every single Thursday at the station,” you murmured. “You came from the hospital, not from the sports centre.”

He nodded. “I’ve been coming to this hospital to take my treatment since I was five. My parents and I moved to our neighbourhood so we could be relatively close to the hospital and so I could ‘have a normal live’” he smiled. You saw the sadness in his smile. The raw emotions of a boy that had been deprived of his childhood. You imagined a little Jungkook, sat in a room like this on his own, everything too white and boring for the happy and energetic boy with the bunny smile. “I come here every Thursday to remember what happened that week, and the week before. I come here so my brain can act like the brain of a normal person would, at least for one week more.”

“I’ve never heard about this,” you frowned, trying to settle all the information.

“That’s because just a handful of doctors and nurses know about it. It still is an experimental treatment after all,” he smiled again, and you hated him for it. Why was he trying to comfort you while he was the one who needed comfort? “I’ve known the perks and the risks of this all my life… Or at least I thought I knew all of them until last year. My body doesn’t react to the treatment as it did anymore. Each time, the doctors increased the dose, I felt worst and it worked less.”

You absentmindedly approached your hands towards his. You intertwined your fingers, letting your warm skin heat up his cold one.

“And then I entered one Thursday into the station, it was an ordinary Thursday, just like the rest. But that Thursday I found a bookmark lying on the floor and it turns out that it belonged to the girl that always got scared each time I threw my skate onto the floor. And you know what? Each Thursday, I threw it even harder to the floor so that girl would look at me and then she’d get all flustered when I would caught her looking at me,” he said, his voice soft as he told you the story.

You sniffled again. “Let me guess… That girl was wearing a grey jumper and black jeans?”

“Woah, I don’t know, I forget things, remember?” he said before laughing loudly at his bad joke, you smiled softly, wondering how he could still smile when he was going through one of the darkest moments of his life.

“You shouldn’t joke about this,” you sounded serious, and you were.

“Sorry, I just… I accepted what I have a long time ago. I sometimes forget that people around me can be hurt by my jokes about it. Sorry,” he looked at you in the eyes and wondered how your eyes could still bright up his world, even if they were covered in tears, red and puffy.

Your eyes. Your eyes were what caught his attention first, they way he could read you like an open book through them. Even in the beginning of your relationship, he could see your soul through them, so pure and so untouched, that he immediately was bewitched by it.

Since you didn’t seem to have any intentions of speaking, he continued with it.

“At first you were that girl I spoke with in the train, that girl that somehow made me enjoy Thursdays a bit. And by winter, you were the girl that made me wish that it’d be Thursday as soon as possible every single week,” he smiled and looked at your intertwined fingers. “I would always replay your face and our conversations in my mind so I wouldn’t forget about you, I would even write it all down in a piece of paper, but at the end of the week, you’d be a mere few paragraphs written in my notebook. Like the rest of my life,” he swallowed, his eyes never leaving your fingers. A shiver run down your spine when his fingers started caressing yours.

“You… You knew how I felt towards you?” you asked.

He took a deep breath. “I could see it in your eyes every single Thursday.”

“So, that night…” you began to say, referring to that awful night. If you could go back in time…

Ignoring your previous words, Jungkook sat himself up in the bed.

“Jungkook, I told yo-” you scolded him, trying to move away your hands from his. He didn’t let you. He had let you go once, he wouldn´t make the same mistake twice.

“That night,” he interrupted you. “That night I felt everything I did-”

“You were drunk, I was drunk… You told me it had been fun but nothing else, at least for you,” you whispered, your face inches from his.

“I wasn’t drunk, I cannot drink while I’m taking the treatment. And you say you’re a nurse?” he smiled. It was one of his sweet smiles.

“But… But I saw you take the tequila shots a… And you were drinking and you… You looked like you were drunk,” you babbled, trying to remember that night.

“I was drinking coke, yeah. And I didn’t take the shots, but you were so occupied taking yours that you didn’t even notice,” he said. You looked so cute, looking at your intertwined fingers, your cheeks a beautiful shade that reminded him of the cherry blossoms you loved so much.

“So… Everything that happened…” you mumbled again, unable to look at him in the eye.

“Everything that happened was because I wanted it to happen and I wanted it to happen with you,” he said, putting his finger under your chin and making you look at him. He smiled, at the sight of your beautiful eyes covered in tears once more. “I wanted to make love to you and so I did, and it was one of the most beautiful nights of my life, and I don’t regret any part of it.”

“And why did you tell me that all you wanted to do was to fuck me?” you narrowed your eyes.

“Because the next morning when I woke up next to you and I didn’t recognise you, I panicked. When I got home and I read about you in my notebook I understood that I had to distance myself from you if I didn’t want to hurt you,” he winced, as if there mere fact of remember taking that decision hurt him. In fact, it did.

“Well, you did. What you told me in the train… It just made me feel like I was useless,” you said, making Jungkook wince again.

“I know, and I won’t ever have enough words to tell you how sorry I am about that, but I achieved what I wanted. You distanced yourself from me, because I wasn’t strong enough to distance myself from you,” he gulped, looking at you in the eye, hoping that maybe someday you would be able to forgive him. Even if he was no longer by your side. “I love you, Y/N. I love you every single day of the week, but as it comes to an end, it’s more and more difficult for me to remember who I am in love with. Even though I love you with all my heart, my mind keeps forgetting about you.”

As you closed your eyes, tears rolled down your cheeks, ending in Jungkook’s fingers, which were softly caressing your skin.

“I love you too,” you said. “I was so afraid you wouldn’t feel the same, that when you runned away from me the morning after sleeping together I thought I had fucked up everything.”

“How could I not feel the same when you love The Name of The Wind and Iron Man?” he joked, trying to make you laugh. And you did, you laughed a bit because he was like that, he could make you smile in the saddest moment of your life. He could appear in your life like the bright light of a lighthouse could appear in the middle of the sea to brighten up the sailor’s path. He could appear into your life, like s train stepped into the station, the air that it created as the machine stopped, playing with your hair; leaving you breathless.

As you were laughing, he placed both of his hands on both sides of your cheeks and he sweetly pressed his lips against yours. You hummed a bit, missing the feeling of his sweet mouth covering yours.

“What now, Jungkook?” you said, suddenly remembering Jimin’s words and softly moving away from him. “Why did Jimin tell me that I was the only one that could make you change your mind?”

He shook his head, as if telling you to forget about it. He hoped you would forget about it as he kissed you again, this time eagerly than before. He tasted sweetly, but you found a new taste in his kiss. It tasted like goodbye.

You moved your lips away from his again. “You’re not taking the treatment anymore, are you?”

The idea somehow popped into your mind and as you looked into his dark eyes, you found the answer to your question. You always found your answers in his eyes. The answer was “yes”.

You moved away from him even more, as he stood there, silent, looking at you his a sorrowful expression all over his beautiful features.

“What will happen if you don’t take the treatment anymore?” you said, your voice was barely a whisper.

“I just… My brain will not only forget about people and things that happen in my everyday life,” he said, his voice was barely a whisper too.

“What do you mean?” you asked.

“My brain will forget to breathe, will forget to make my heart beat inside my ribcage,” he said, his voice somehow becoming serious, as if he was sure about what he was saying.

A sudden wave of need and fear spread through your body, you approached him and kissed him passionately, pouring your heart into the kiss, hoping you’d make him change his mind as Jimin told you.

“You can’t leave the treatment. You have to keep living, for yourself, for me Kookster,” you breathed.

He smiled, his lips still touching yours has his hands covered yours, which were caressing his cheeks, your index finger tracing the soft scar he had on one of his cheekbones.

“You hadn’t called me Kookster in a while,” he said, smiling at the soft nickname that one day escaped from your beautiful lips. He smiled at he remembered how you had flushed after saying the nickname. He smiled as he remembered how rosy your cheeks got when you told him how you had been thinking about a nickname for him because Jungkook was just too long.

“I’m being serious, Jungkook,” you said, your tone changing. “If you don’t take the treatment you’ll die. We’re not joking here, we’re talking about your life.”

The smile disappeared from his lips as he understood you were being serious. Nevertheless, you never stopped caressing his cheeks and it comforted him. He wanted you all for himself until the end of his days. He wanted to be selfish, kiss you again and ask you to stay by his side during the journey he was about to take until his last stop. He wanted to have you by his side when everything turned black. But he wanted even more to see you smile. He wanted to see that beautiful, pure smile. He wanted you to be happy, living a long and satisfactory life. He wanted you to become a great nurse.

He was going to take the last doses of his treatment, a stronger one that would keep him alive some more time. How much more? No one knew. Maybe it could be six months, six weeks. Or maybe it could be less than two weeks. No one knew. He wanted to travel. Maybe go to Greece, find Hercules and the tales he loved when he was a kid.

“I can’t stand it anymore, Y/N,” he breathed, moving away from your touch, making your hands fall onto the bed. “Everyone thinks that they know what I’m going through, but no one knows… No one knows what it is to wake up in a strange bed every week, a bed that has always been mine. No one understands what it is like to speak with two people that tell you that you’re their son. It is awful, awful not to remember anything, to see the pain in the eyes of those who love you. It’s awful to then come here, take the treatment and remember all at once. It hits you with so much force you want to throw up, Y/N,” he grabbed your hands in between his. “I’m tired of hurting people and tired of hurting myself. I don’t wanna live another day scared that I would forget something and never again get it back.”

You tasted your salt tears as they slipped into your mouth.

“Don’t cry. I’m sure about this, it’s what I’ve always wanted. If I can’t live a normal life, those around me will be finally able to do so,” he smiled, and his smile wasn’t sad or melancholic, it was pure and radiant, as it had always been. “Did you know that seeing someone reading a book you love is seeing a book recommending a person?”

You sniffled, leaning towards Jungkook’s touch as he caressed your cheeks, whipping away the tears. You nodded a bit as you had heard that phrase before.

“Well, that day at the station, The Name of The Wind recommended you to me,” he whispered, his face getting closer to you. “It was the best recommendation anyone has done to me in my entire life. I don’t regret a thing. I don’t regret making you laugh and laughing at your stupid jokes and conspiracy theories. I don’t regret falling in love with you.”

“And neither do I,” you began to say. “And that’s why you should think twice about not taking the treatment anymore,” he was just about to interrupt you when you noticed, and continued speaking. “I don’t know what you are going through right now, I’ve never experienced anything like that. What I know is that we deserve to be together.”

He sighed. Oh, how he wished you had time to be together. “I know, I know…” his thumb traced circles over the soaked skin of your cheek.“But the thing is that the treatment isn’t working for me anymore. If I keep taking it, maybe I’ll live another year, maybe even two. But there will be one, or two, more awful years living in this body that can’t keep up with me.”

You swallowed. You knew he was right, but you were selfish. You were human after all, and for the human being, death was something to be scared of, not something you were willing to embrace, like Jungkook did.

“I know I’ll remember you until the last of my days,” he said, lifting your head up. “I’ll remember who I love and that’s more than I ever dreamt off. Not even in my sweetest dreams had I ever dreamt about meeting a girl like you.”

How could he forget about you when you were everything he was made of? Every fibre of his body carried your name written on it. Every fibre had your smell, your laugh, your bad and good jokes, your tears, your words, your gazes, your little sniffles. You had given him something he wanted to remember more than anything.

“This is my goodbye, Y/N,” he whispered, his touch felt like daggers as his words stabbed your heart. “I don’t want you to see me at my lowest. I want you to remember the Jungkook that gave you your bookmark back. Look at me. Where are my oversized hoodies? And my muscled thighs that you loved so much?” he softly laughed as he joked.

His laugh felt like daggers, straight to your already broken heart.

You shook your head, stepping away from Jungkook. His hands were the ones that fell onto the bed then.

“You… You can’t just leave me like this,” you murmured, taking small steps back. Everything about him was breaking you. It wasn’t because of his goodbye, or because of his illness. It was because he looked happy, happier than you had ever seen him in fact. He wanted that. He didn’t want to add another comma to his story. He wanted to add a full stop. He wanted not to forget or remember anymore. “I… I can’t, I can’t say you goodbye when my heart’s not ready for letting you go.”

The boy swallowed. He could see the hurt in your eyes and he hated himself for being the cause of it. But he knew he would the hurt in your eyes would be nothing compared to the hurt he saw that morning when he woke up next to you. When he didn’t know who you were. He hated himself as he remembered how he had thought you were just another pretty face. How he had looked into your eyes and had felt nothing, just a strange familiarity. Now, when he looked into your eyes he could see the entire world, his world.

Hi saw cherry blossoms in your eyes, remembering how the light up each time you admired them from the train. Jungkook felt a pang of pain in his chest, knowing he wouldn’t see another cherry tree blossom again. Knowing he wouldn’t see the pink colour of the beautiful flowers reflected in your eyes. Knowing he wouldn’t spend another spring day by your side.

“I can’t let you go, Jungkook. Sorry,” was all you said before looking one last time to the boy’s eyes before sprinting out of the room and into the changing room. You cried, thinking about the unfairness of life. Life was greedy, she wanted the purest souls just for herself.

That night you dreamt about unknown train stations and new destinations, places to visit and fall in love with. About a Thursday afternoon, fallen bookmarks and doe eyes. You dreamt about two young people, rosy cheeks and silly smiles on their faces. They reminded you of someone, but you never saw their faces clearly. Anyway, their faces weren’t what you looked into that night, as you looked into their hearts.

And they were in love.

Over a fallen bookmark on a Thursday afternoon.


You had never been good at sports, let alone running. But as you ran through the corridors of the hospital, without your ordinary clothes still on, you even enjoyed the feeling. You enjoyed the way you created a soft wave of air as you passed by someone, the air playing with their hair, leaving them breathless as they turned around to look at the stupid girl that was running through the hospital’s corridors on a Thursday morning.

But you didn’t care. Maybe it was what people liked about running: it made you feel somehow, free.

The dream you had had the night before was still replaying in your mind, over and over again. Vivid images of the young lovers pushing you towards the familiar room of the hospital.

“Jungkook!” you nearly cried when you stepped into the plain white room. You were breathless from all the running, knowing that day he was returning home. He was leaving to hospital to never come back again.

The boy looked at you wide-eyed, his mouth forming a small “o”.

You run towards him, not even bothering to close the door behind your back. You placed both of your hands on both sides of his face and you leaned in, so you could touch his lips with yours.

Jungkook was confused. When you stepped out of his room the previous day he knew there was a chance that he would never see you again, since he was planning on flying to Greece the next day.

He saw tears in your eyes when you pulled away from him, your noses still touching.

“A year ago, a boy in a skate and an oversized t-shirt handed me this,” you whispered, pulling out the damaged bookmark from your backpack. You handed the rectangular piece of paper to Jungkook, who was still in shock. “And I immediately fell in love with him. Over a fallen bookmark on a Thursday afternoon.”

Jungkook couldn’t hold the tears back anymore as he hugged you and held the bookmark in between his fingers. When you broke the hug, Jungkook took a moment to observe the bookmark. That Thursday, a year ago, he was so dazed because of you that he didn’t take a moment to look at the piece of paper.

It was plain black, your favourite colour. But when he twirled it, he found some small white letters on it.

“Seeing someone reading a book you love is seeing a book recommending a person,” he whispered.

“I wasn’t aware that it was written on my bookmark until I heard you say it yesterday,” you smiled. “Jungkook, you were recommended to me, and I always read those books other people recommend to me. I’m trying to do the same with people.”

“But-” he began to say.

“Yesterday I acted like a selfish little girl. A coward, selfish little girl,” you sighed, interrupting Jungkook and intertwining your hands with his as you had done the previous day. “I’ve never been a coward, I’m not going to act like one now.”

“W… What are you talking about?” the boy looked at you with a frown in his face. You touched the scar on his left cheek, the tip of your finger making goose bumps appear all over his body.

“Even if you decide not to take the treatment anymore, I’ll be by your side. Every single day, and when you don’t remember me, I’ll introduce myself again to you, like I did that Thursday afternoon a year ago,” you said. Your voice was like a soothing balm to him.

“But I told you yesterday that I wanted you to remember the boy from a year ago, not… This one,” he said, the derogatory tone in his voice making you shiver.

“This boy is the same boy I met a year ago. Nothing has changed, just your physical appearance,” you whispered, your hands still caressing his. “Do you really think I’m that frivolous?”

He shook his head. Clearly, you weren’t understanding what he was trying to say. “When I told you in the train that I wanted to save you the heartbreak, I meant it. I pushed you away from me because I don’t wanna hurt you-” you opened your mouth as if going to interrupt him, but he shushed you. “I’m gonna die, Y/N. I don’t know if it’ll be in two months, six or just one week. It is going to be a tough journey and I don’t wanna drag anyone down with me.”

You finally interrupted him because you couldn’t keep your mouth shut anymore. “I know what I’m signing up for Jungkook, and I don’t care.”

“You think you don’t care because that morning when I looked at you and I didn’t recognise you, you thought I had been drunk the night before, or that I was just lying to you to avoid you. But you don’t know what is like to love someone that loves you back, but sometimes forget about it. You don’t know what is like to look at me in the eyes and see a stranger there. It destroyed my parents, I don’t want it to destroy you too,” he said. But you had thought about it, about it all.

“I think you’re underestimating me, Jeon Jungkook,” you said. Of course you knew you’d hurt, that there would be more bad days than good ones. That you wouldn’t be the same at the end of it all. But you knew too, that you loved Jungkook with all your heart, and you wanted to spend his last days with him, no matter if they were twenty, six months or an entire year.

“You just deserve someone who can love you until the end of your days, someone that can be there with you every single morning, waking un by your side and remembering your face…” his voice cracked at the end.

“Jungkook don’t say that,” you said, raspy voice and furious tears running down your cheeks. Jungkook tried approaching you to wipe away your tears, but you took a step away. “I’ll love you until the end of my days and even if you don’t remember me, you will still love me deep inside you.”

The boy you had fallen in love with, nearly a year ago shook his head. “You know that’s not how this works. If I keep doing this, if we keep doing this, I’ll bury you down with me,” he took a deep breath. “Maybe I won’t love you until the end of your days, but I’ll love you until the end of mine, but that’s not enough for you.”

You looked at him in the eye, making all his walls fall down. “That’s more than enough for me.”


It was a sweet autumn, the sweetest you have ever lived, in fact.

You learned to love the orange and brown colours that decorated the nearly naked threes of Seoul as you learned to love by Jungkook’s side. Being by his side was like a constant lesson. You learned from him and in exchange, he learned from you. From your lively eyes and your bright smile. He learned from the girl he loved that time was precious, even if you had a little left. That you could make the most out of anything if you really wanted to. And so he did.

He made the most out of the little time he had left.

A week after Jungkook was discharged from the hospital, you finally convinced him to let you fly with him to Greece. You’d have to skip university and the internship, but you didn’t care. The long journey by plane from Seoul to Greece reminded you of those Thursday afternoons you shared with him in the train on your way home. You spoke, laughed, read… You were that young couple everyone observed in the train, with yearning eyes from past memories.

You learned that Jungkook loved the ancient mythology, its myths and characters. He told you the tales of Aquiles, of Hercules, Troy and its wooden horse. You loved how his entire face lit up whenever he spoke about something he loved, with so much passion, pouring his heart in everything he loved. But the thing you loved the most about it all, was how his entire face lit up whenever he looked at you, or smiled at you, or just whenever he said your name.

Every day, when you would arrive to the hotel after an exhausting day, he would sit on the bed, writing what had happened that day on his notebook.

He had his bad and his good days. You would love to say that there were more good days than bad ones, but you’d be lying to yourself.

As days went by, Jungkook started to feel how something slipped away from him, little by little. That something slipped through his fingers and he couldn’t do anything to stop it. Whenever you kissed him, he would come back to you. Whenever you made love to him, he would come back to you. Whenever you traced your fingers over his skin, slightly stopping at his little moles that you called stars, he would come back to you.

You made him make the most out of the little time he had left.

But not everything was ideal and rosy. There were days when you would wake up to a crying Jungkook in the bathroom, covered in sweat and scared. Scared because he didn’t know where he was, why he was in Greece or who was that girl that was comforting him with such love in her beautiful eyes. You would try to cover the pain each time Jungkook looked at you with those oblivious eyes, knowing that he just needed time to come back to you. As he would read his notebook in the bathtub, you would cry in the balcony of your hotel room, trying to hide your tears from Jungkook.

There were days when you were just walking around the ancient city, or having dinner at some cozy restaurant, and he would suddenly look at you with a frown on his face. He would start crying and shouting like a little lost boy, calling for his parents, his friends. He would yell towards you. “Who are you?” “Why am I here?”. After you would give him his medicine, he would calm down and he would let you take him to the hotel, where he would break down, apologizing to you as everything he had done came back to his mind again.

That hurt more than the oblivious eyes, the screams or the tears. The way Jungkook hurt each time he came back to you, crashed you down into pieces, pieces he would later put back into place as he kissed you, made love to you and reminded you how much he loved you as he pushed into you.

By the time you returned to Seoul, it was already winter.

Winter, nevertheless, wasn’t as sweet as autumn was.

Jungkook was worst each day. Not only physically, but mentally. He kept coming back to you after each episode of amnesia, but you started realising he wasn’t fully coming back to you. A part of him stayed behind each time.

He began being colder and distant towards you, without even realising it. He could feel it too, that missing part of him that had stayed behind since the last episode of amnesia. All the hurt, all the tears, the cries, the shouting, disappeared as he began to feel nothing.

Winter was bitter and cold, just like the wind and the snow that covered Seoul.

Happy memories with Jungkook started lessening and now you can only remember one.

You had just stepped out of the hospital after a tough day of internship when you noticed the tall and lean figure waiting for you outside.

“Kookster?” you said, your voice trembling a bit.

Even though you saw him every day, you never knew which Jungkook you would be facing. That night, the smile he directed towards you let you know he was him, your Jungkook. You ran towards him and he kissed you with force. Something in him knew that night would be his last night with you, not physically, but mentally. Something in you, knew that too.

He insisted on blindfolding you with his scarf and you gave in, smiling as he led you with his hands placed on your hips. He didn’t stop talking to you, so you couldn’t guess where he was leading you. But when he came to a stop and his hands left your hips, you immediately recognised where you were. The noise, the wind, the smell…

And you suddenly heard it, the loud impact of hard wheels making contact with the ground. You smiled as a soft wave of air played with your hair.

As he passed by your side, on his skate, he observed you as much as he could, knowing that it would probably be his last chance to do so. He felt like he was falling in love with you all over again.  

“You can take it off,” he said, making you jump a bit as you didn’t expect him to be so close to you.

When you took his scarf off, you saw Jungkook holding a notebook in his hands.

“Hey, sorry. I think you dropped this,” he said, repeating the exact same words he said to you the first time.

You smiled and blinked a few times, stopping the tears to fall down your face. “I think that’s not mine, sorry.”

“Oh, but now it is,” he said, smiling at you, with that bunny smile you hadn’t seen in a while.

With a wide smile, you grabbed the notebook, but before you could open it, he put his hands over you to stop you from doing so.

“Save it for later, we have a train to take,” he said, as the train entered the station. As it came to a stop, the air it created, played with yours and Jungkook’s hairs. You understood what he meant with “later”.

He took you to a restaurant you both loved in your neighbourhood. You chatted, both of you forgetting about everything: about winter, about time, about his disease…  You were looking at each other, both with silly smiles on your faces. You smiled widely when you thought about what someone would think if they looked at you both in that moment. They’d probably see a boy and a girl whose life had just started, young and beautiful, falling in love under the dim lights of the Italian restaurant. And oh, they’d be right, for you were so in love with each other.

That night, as Jungkook made love to you for the last time, you both took you sweet time caressing each other’s skin. Love words were exchanged between the young lovers, their ephemeral love story coming to an end. You looked at his dark, loving eyes for the last time. He kissed your rosy lips for the last time, taking his time to caress every inch of your body, to listen to your moans and your voice whispering his name, wanting to remember you with everything he had.

Jungkook never came back to you after that night. His eyes never recognised you anymore, even though you knew his heart did. Each day, when you visited him, you introduced yourself as his friend. He would be nice to you, but that would be all. He was weaker, thinner and paler as days went by.

Jungkook left you and the rest of the world on a Thursday afternoon, cherry trees had bloomed again and pink cherry blossoms decorated Seoul’s streets. As you walked towards his funeral with Paula and Rae, you smiled. He had an unique way of doing things, even leaving the world, making sure everyone remembered him like he hadn’t been able to do. He lived in everyone’s minds and hearts. Making sure you remembered him and that he lived forever in your mind and heart. And how could he not? He was the love of your live, and he would always be.

That night you opened his notebook, finding your bookmark on the first page.

“To Y/N, who I hope always remembers me.”

You didn’t cry, nor did you feel sad. You fondly smiled as you read Jungkook’s memories.

***

He came to you like the air comes into the train station after the fast arriving of the machine.

It comes fast and unexpected, making you hoist your head to look at the long vehicle and the people inside. It is so fast you can’t even distinguish the different wagons.

As the train comes to a stop, the wind that it creates plays with your hair, leaving you breathless.

That’s how Jeon Jungkook came into your life.

That’s how Jeon Jungkook left it too.

I don’t even care that this is quite an intimate photo - nothing is on show - it’s one of my favourite pictures already. Julian chestfeeding like a pro. Enjolras came and curled up with us, just purring and purring. He’s guarded Julian since he came home. He has to be in the room, nearby, not too involved but close enough to see him and purring all the time. I honestly think this cat loves him. I so don’t blame him.

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The Leia To His Han

Request: “I’m here for Peter Parker! I saw it yesterday and I’m in love! I have a request and we all know Peter is a big geek of Star Wars, so could you write something where the reader is a big Tolkien fan, a.k.a she’s a Tolkienite.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

A/n: I’m sorry but I literally know -1000% about Tolkien so I just made it that the reader is a big fan of star wars :D

“Hey, cool shirt!” A soft voice spoke, capturing your attention.

You lifted your gaze from your work to spy an excited Peter Parker, waving from the table beside you. If it had been anyone else, you would’ve thrown them an annoyed look, or even gone to the extent of shushing them. But Peter had constant puppy-dog eyes, he was the definition of adorable. And even though you barely knew him, you’d gladly get into trouble if it meant talking with him for a little while.

“You like Star Wars too?” You whispered back, your cheeks heating under his attentive eyes.

“Yeah,” he replied, constantly checking up front to make sure the teacher didn’t see him leaning over in his seat. “Ned and I are obsessed. Even do the whole lego thing.” He then realised that last piece of information was nothing to boast about, his confident demeanour faltering. “I mean- Ned does it. I just help sometimes.”

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I was looking at all my favourite bosses from cuphead and realized I really liked the idea of three specific people in my top five hanging out (my other two favourites being mangosteen and grim matchstick) but couldn’t put my finger on why. I just realized it’s because they all either make their own cool military vehicles/robots or ARE a vehicle in Hilda’s case. SO! Have these engineer nerds enjoying a pretty sweet high five because that’s what friends do I guess idk I just wanted to see some of my faves in the same picture

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Cheryl and Liam Payne, will not be sharing any pictures of their son
They offered the world a glimpse at their newborn on Saturday as they announced the joyous news of the birth.

They offered the world a glimpse at their newborn on Saturday as they announced the joyous news of the birth. But Cheryl, 33, and Liam Payne, 23, will not be sharing any pictures of their son’s face as their main priority is their child’s privacy.

 A friend of the couple exclusively told MailOnline: ‘Cheryl and Liam decided they won’t be sharing any pictures as they want to protect the privacy of the baby.’

Revealing that the couple will not be taking part in any magazine deals, they continued: 'They had been offered huge deals from the UK and US but they turned it down as the baby’s privacy is the most important thing to them.' 

The news comes after the proud new parents shared a picture of their little one with fans on Saturday. Cheryl welcomed her first child London’s Chelsea and Westminster Hospital, with her partner, Liam, at her side.

She announced the news on Instagram on Saturday as she shared a picture of Liam cradling their little one, captioned: 'On Wednesday 22nd March Liam and I became parents to an incredibly beautiful, healthy baby boy, weighing 7lb 9 and looking like a dream.Although he still doesn’t have a name he is already stealing hearts. We are all madly in love and overwhelmingly happy with our little arrival. Happy Mother’s Day to all the mothers around the world. A day that now has a different meaning to me forever.’

Liam shared the same picture as he wrote: 'My close friends and family know there are very few times when I’m left speechless…wow! I’m incredibly happy to welcome our new baby boy into the world, it’s a moment that I will never forget for the rest of my life and my favourite memory I have so far. I’m completely in awe of his incredible mother and how she has been the whole way through this, she’s really made my dreams come true. We haven’t named him yet but he’s already capturing hearts including mine. I feel very blessed. Happy Mother’s Day everyone!’  

Whilst the couple have not yet settled on a name for their baby boy, Alfie has proven to be one of the front-runners.

 Speaking about her desire to become a mother in 2012, Cheryl admitted that she loved the moniker and had already picked it out for if she ever had a son.  Speaking two years after her split from first husband Ashley Cole in 2012, Cheryl told GQ magazine: 'I love kids, I’m obsessed with babies. I know that’s what I was put on the earth to do – to be a mother.’

Cheryl added at the time that she already had a name picked out for a baby boy, telling the magazine: 'Of course I’ve thought about baby names a million times. I like Alfie for a little boy.’

Liam also revealed he’d picked out baby names, telling Hits Radio during his One Direction days: 'I like the name Taylor. Taylor’s pretty neutral for a boy or a girl. That’s what I’m going to call my first child if I had children.’ Liam even went on to hint that he might be ready to have multiple children as he quipped that being with his bandmates 24/7 had given him plenty of practice in playing dad, joking: 'It’s like having four of them!’

Cheryl kept fans guessing for months before confirming her pregnancy in the most public way – at a L'Oreal photoshoot, in which she posed in a close-fitting black dress and cradled her bump. Friends said at the time that she had kept the pregnancy a secret because she didn’t want to 'jinx her happiness’ after years of bad luck in relationships. 

The singer was married to England footballer Ashley Cole from July 2006 to September 2010. She married Jean-Bernard Fernandez-Versini in July 2014, and the pair divorced in October 2016. 

Cheryl became a household name when she joined girl band Girls Aloud, who were put together by talent show, Popstars: The Rivals in 2002. 

Liam first laid eyes on Cheryl in 2008 when he auditioned for the X Factor but failed to make it through to the live shows.Two years later at the age of 16, he appeared on the series again and joined forces with fellow solo singers to create One Direction, but it wasn’t until February 2016 that they decided to embark on a romance.

During Liam’s time on the show, Cheryl was married to her now ex-husband Ashley Cole. She went on to remarry with Jean-Bernard Fernandez-Versini in 2014, and announced their separation earlier this year. 

Growing Love - Part 3: Eternal Flame

Characters: Y/N Y/L/N, Jensen Ackles, Rowen Ackles, Brice Ackles, Jayden Ackles

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Can’t think of any. Pretty much just fluff.     

Wordcount: 2000ish

A/N: This is a real people fic but it is an AU Mini Series. Jensen is a photographer, Jared owns a bar and Misha is a doctor. It is my first time writing a real people fic in AU so lets hope I don’t fall on my face completely here.

I didn’t write this chronologically as I usually do. I wrote everything that the narrator tells us first and build the story around that. The narrator’s story can be read without the actual story and the actual story can be read without the narration. The narrator only actually tell us the things in cursive, the rest is Jensen’s PoV ;) Again let’s hope I land on my feet with this one.

It is written for @avasmommy224’s Birthday Challenge and Jenn is a total sweetheart who let me make a series out if this. The prompt is in part 2 and the acquired smut is in part one, I reused the prompt partially in this part which is the final part.

Happy Birthday Jenn. Hope you enjoyed it.

Thanks to to my fav Erin aka @blacktithe7 for being the rockstar she is and betaing this for me.

NO HATE AGAINST DANNEEL. I LOVE HER - THIS IS FICTION. PRETEND SHE IS HAPPY WITH SOMEONE ELSE

MASTERLIST

You see, love doesn’t always start with fireworks. Not the eternal kind. Not unconditional long lasting kind. Their kind of love never ends and do you know how I know? I witnessed it. I watched it grow stronger every day. I watched the way my dad looked at my mom and the way she would blush. She still does. After 3 kids and 18 years of marriage, they still kiss each other every day. Mom still falls asleep on the couch leaning against my dad on movie night. He still looks at her with as much love as he did in my very first memory of them, if not more.

Y/N did write her book. Actually she wrote several, and Jensen never stopped taking pictures. His works are displayed in various museums and magazines, but my favourite pictures he ever took are the ones of his family.

There is a staircase at Jensen and Y/N’s house. My childhood home. The wall is covered in pictures my dad took of Mom, Jaydan, Brice and me, but in the middle of all the photographs is my mom’s handwriting. It says “My Favourite Day”.

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Harry Potter and the Passive Aggressive Confrontation of the Prophet

Here is an expert from one of the oneshots that will be following on from Lost Children (no spoilers bar the fact it ends happily, which I’ve never denied!) I am having an absolutely hilarious time writing this and have to give a shout out to @llap115 @unadulteratedstorycollector and @shiftylinguini for all the amazing ideas they gave me. This expert is inspired directly by Shifty: “I thought you said do a CROSSWORD in the Prophet”


There was nothing Harry loved more than lazy Sunday afternoons as the sun filtered through the trees in the garden of Grimmauld Place. Neville had helped Harry tackle the garden, or Neville had tried to at least. It had turned out that Harry was completely and absolutely useless in the garden. Draco, however, had spent years listening to his mother commanding the elves around the Manor grounds and so knew what he was doing. Things had been tentative and awkward between Draco and Neville at first but bit by bit they bonded over a mutual understanding of gardening. Draco had managed to talk Neville out of filling Grimmauld’s garden with bizarre, exotic and often murderous plants, much to Harry’s relief.

Draco tilted his face up to the sun and Harry smiled at the sight of the sunlight catching on the white hair, pale lashes and unguarded smile. Harry’s breath caught at how fucking beautiful he was. Draco was like fine wine and only got better with age. Harry couldn’t wait to see him when they were fifty. Thoughts like that surprised him sometimes but it was true, Harry couldn’t imagine being without Draco. He wasn’t sure if he’d ever want anyone else by his side. No one else could ever hold a candle to Draco Malfoy.

“Did you see the Prophet article this morning?” Draco asked, taking a sip of his coffee.

“I don’t know why you even bother reading it,” Harry sighed, as he glared at the case files in front of him. Three years later and he was a fully qualified auror, it was exhausting and demanding but he loved it. The thrill of being in the field and relying on pure instinct alone was one he loved. However, the pouring over case files and trying to connect loose ends was much more Ron’s forte than his.

“Call me a masochist,” Draco shrugged. “Anyway, can you stop your affair with the She-Weasel please?”

Harry snorted as Draco passed him the paper. On the front, there was a picture of Harry congratulating Ginny after winning one of her latest matches and underneath it was a smaller picture of Luna and Draco smiling at each other. “Only if you stop your revenge affair with Luna.”

“Maybe I should get a tshirt that says I only like cock?” Draco hummed as he took his paper back from Harry and continued with his crosswords.

“Nah, they’ll just start writing that you’re shagging Blaise.”

“At least Blaise is good in bed,” Draco said, smirking as Harry scowled at him. “Don’t worry, you’re better.”

Harry rolled his eyes, “I should hope after all this time I’m your favourite lay.”

“I didn’t say you were my favourite.”

“Have I told you how much I hate you recently?”

“No, because you love me. Now what’s a seven-letter word related to masturbation?”

Harry did love him. Harry loved Draco more than he could put into words and especially with his stupid cross word games.

“Wanker?”

“That’s six.”

“Wanking,” Harry shrugged, grinning over at Draco.

“Ooh that’s perfect,” Draco smirked, scrawling it down.

“What was the actual question?”

“A seven-letter word that is also a motion potion.”

“Nice.”

Draco grinned at Harry, and Harry shook his head in amusement. Part of their Sunday routine involved Draco filling out the Prophet’s crossword puzzle using the rudest answers and most inappropriate articles he could before sending it in to them. Draco was a passive aggressive idiot and Harry loved him with all his heart.


PS. Later I will be using Shifty’s other line of “I thought you said come on the Prophet” so look forward to that @jadepresley

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/11640861/chapters/26183727 is the link to Lost Children)

A concept: Viktor and Yuuri’s mom teaming up to be completely embarrassingly proud of their favourite katsudon boy Katsuki Yuuri. Viktor bonds with her over Yuuri’s baby pictures and stories about Yuuri’s childhood, and then there was that time he spent a day cooking with her to learn how to make all of Yuuri’s favourite foods. Yuuri walks in on them one day to find the two of them sipping tea and chatting like old friends, just goes “oh no,” and Viktor beams at him and informs him that “we were talking about how cute you are and how much we love you!!!!!”. Thing is, they really were.

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Les Mis AU where Marius is a red panda

I can’t believe i am supporting this nonsense but its RIGHT UP MY ALLEY

Everyone else is human. 

Courf found him on the street in a box. He was tagged so Courf took him home and called the number on the tag. After a very heated and horrible discussion with a disgusting person on the other line Courf decided Marius now belonged to him. 

Marius’ favourite place in Courf’s flat is in the bookcase.

The first time Courf took Marius to a meeting they got VERY LITTLE DONE. Everyone was all over him. 

They decided as a joke that Marius was a Napoleon fanatic after he curled up on Courfeyrac’s history textbook that was open on a massive picture of Napoleon. Enjolras always eyes him with some suspicion now.

Combeferre refuses to interact with Marius until hes read approx 80 books on red pandas bc hes worried he’ll go wrong. Eventually they get along.

Feuilly volunteers at an animal shelter and brings food and toys back for Marius as much as he can to make Courfeyrac’s job a lil easier.

I really feel like ive exhausted my possible red panda HCs now but this was fun to think about honestly

TimeWarp

Day I got- 19.

Theme- The Rocky Horror Picture Show.

Summary- The reader falls asleep whilst watching Rocky Horror.

Characters- Jared x Daughter!reader, Sam x daughter!reader, Dean x Niece!reader.

Warnings- slight angst.

A/N- This is for @winchesters-favorite-girl‘s writing challenge!! Rocky Horror is one of my all time favourite musicals so it was cool writing a fic based on it.


You were curled up on the sofa in a pair of shorts and and oversized sweater, it was nearing Halloween, one of your favourite holidays.

Your dad worked in Vancouver, you lived in Texas with your mom and your three younger siblings so you didn’t see him often, but you’d call and facetime each other as much as you could.

Your mom tried to get you to go to bed but you refused, wanting to wait for him to come home.

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Things I have been reading... (Jan)

Okay, so this one is MASSIVELY late but I blame my pneumonia for the delay and totally not the fact that I was so busy reading stuff that I have only just finalized January’s list!!!  So here are a few things that I have been reading this January and I think you might like them too.  I have been sucked into a few new fandoms thanks to @bkwrm523 , @thorne93 and @sdavid09 and so the last section has kinda grown more diverse.  If you read or write something and you think it should be on my list then please tag me or send me a link or print it out and send it by raven.  Well, without anymore of me rambling, here’s my favourite fics in January 2017.

Originally posted by bookwormirmak

Supernatural:

Cuddled Love@sdavid09  I want to cuddle with Dean after this fic!  If you are having a bad day then just go read this and it will make everything better *well maybe not, but you will feel happier after reading it*

Dancing on my Own – @jelly-beans-and-gstrings I’m a sucker for a choose your own ending and this one is fantastic.  So who would you choose? Sam or Dean?

Dirty Thoughts of an Archangel@dont-hate-relate-pls  By now you should all know how much I adore Gabriel and this fic is just an amazing mixture of cute, awkward and hot. I may or may not have read this one several times.

A Kiss for the Night –  @thethingwewrite This is a smutty Crowley for you should you be that way inclined.  I really liked reading this one, I have a soft spot for the King of Hell.

Whats-His-Name– @l8nitl0vr I think this is one of my favourite Lucifer fics.  For me I think the characterization is spot on and I could totally picture him being like this, plus I would probably do what the reader did too.

A Little Too Late -  @lucifersagents  This series has had me hooked all the way through. There are so many things that keep you guessing and it is so well written I’m kinda sad that it’s finished.

Woman of Letters - @like-a-bag-of-potatoes  I love this series, everytime I see theres a new part it brings a smile to my face.  One of my all-time favourite writers and all round lovely person.  If you aren’t already following her I highly recommend you do.

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Marvel:

Matchmaker–  @callamint Bucky and Natasha playing matchmaker is my new favourite thing and this series is brilliant.

Imagine Wade Wilson introducing you to Matt Murdock - @imamotherfuckingstar-lord  This. Is. Amazing.  Seriously, this little imagine is sooooo good.  I love @imamotherfuckingstarlord anyway because she’s one of my favourite writers but her Deadpool is simply sublime.

Iron Icarus@serzhantjamesbuchananbarnes  Jeeeeeezzzzz, this one hurt my heart.  Poor Tony doing pretty much what Tony does and you want to punch him and shout at him and then give him a huge hug and wrap him in bubblewrap, or maybe that’s just me.  Beautifully written and well worth a read.

Homesick - @thorne93 This series is the perfect blend of fluff and angst.  A reader with amnesia, Steve picking her up in the park, the introduction of Bucky… Go read this right now and then you too can know the delicious torture of waiting for the next part.

Sassy Stark - @redlipstickandplaid  Every imagined what it would be like to be Tony Starks daughter?  Imagine no longer, this fic is super cute and the relationship between the reader and Tony is exactly how I would picture it.  Loving this series.

Mess with Them - @redgillan  I love Friends, I love Marvel, I love this series.  The relationships between all the characters is so on point and fluffy!  

No Regrets@mar-gega  A lovely little series where Bucky is definitely awkward and clueless and it is gorgeous.  

The Lonely Tree @sarahwroteathing  This is one of my favourite series of all time ever and I am super sad that it’s over but the ending is just perfect.  I fell in love with Steve all over again with this fic and I hope you will too.

Road to Schkeuditz@aubzylynn   Being stuck in a car with Steve, Sam and Bucky as you drive across the country!! Set in CACW this is what ‘may’ have happened as they drove to Leipzig airport on their mission to clear Bucky’s name.  I like to think that this is how that journey went.

For Your Convenience@brighterlights  Oh. My. Goodness!!!!  Steve or Bucky?  Bucky or Steve?  This amazing series had me going from one to the other, back and forth.  It is such a good read and I think you should go binge read the entire thing now.

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Star Trek:

Shore Leave@imamotherfuckingstar-lord  This series officially killed me.  I am now dead.  How are you supposed to live your life after you get involved with McCoy AND Kirk?  I will never be able to write smut as well as this genius but as long as I can read her work I think I’m okay with that.

Originally posted by magnusbagginsglitter

Other Fandoms and Fics:

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anonymous asked:

*sneaks in and whispers* What if Nagito sang meant to be yours from Heathers? What about a Danganronpa Heathers crossover? I VOLUNTEER HAJIME AS VERONICA BC HE SASSY. And as sad as it is I think that Kazuichi would be Martha- HELP ME CREATE THIS

Oh. Fuck. Yes.

You, anon, have just made my motherfucking day.

Meant to be yours is actually my favourite song from heathers and I can do a mean soprano cover. I have to admit I always pictured Sayaka as Veronica and Mukuro as JD (they’re one of my all time otps don’t judge), but Nagito is absolutely amazing as JD.

Kazuichi as Martha is going to break my fucking heart. Btw, since I refuse to change any costumes, shark boy will be wearing a big fluffy sweater throughout the show. Just imagine him smiling and saying: “I’m a sucker for a happy ending!” My heart boi.

I don’t really know who would be Ram and Kurt, since Ram needs to be somebody Kazuichi would plausibly have a crush on and Sonia does not suit Ram whatsoever. I would say Gundham but he’s too much of an outsider. Hmm… maybe Leon? Yeah, Leon would be good. And then Kurt can be Hagakure.

Just imagine Leon and Hagakure being pissed out of their minds trying to drunkenly serenade Hajime. Or Leon shouting “I haTE FRESHMEN! WHERE ARE YOU LITTLE PRICKS?!” Or Hagakure being like “KAZUICHI BLOW-DA! WIDE LOAD!” And fucking bitch slapping Kazuichi’s lunch tray onto the floor.

Ok, now for the Heathers. Obviously, Heather.C aka mythic bitch is going to be Junko. Obviously. Fucking power bitch, intimidating, looks good in everything, can destroy your social life, demon queen of highschool. “Fuck me gently with a chainsaw,”

Heather.D would be Celeste. Like, I know Celeste isn’t known for being pushed around but I feel like she would if it put her in a good position, power-wise. Like she would tolerate Junko controlling her if it meant she could control the rest of the school. Plus, she would swoop in for that monokuma scrunchie with no remorse as soon as Junko hit the bricks. The shine a light reprise fits her so well, just imagine her singing it while leading a group of teenagers in bitchy choreography.

I am torn with Heather.M. Between Sonia and Sayaka. I think I’m leaning more towards Sonia though purely because she’s blonde. And while Sonia is in no means a doormat, or dumb, I feel like she is more willing to be submissive towards her peers. Plus, Sayaka would try to kill somebody else before she tried to kill herself. But Sonia singing lifeboat makes me feel so sad. So sad, you guys.

Ok, now on to minor characters. Miss Fleming would be a human version of Monomi. She has good intentions but kind of fails to see and understand the big picture. Veronica’s parents: Sakura and Asahina. Kurt and Ram’s dads: Ishimaru and Mondo. The two cops are Kirigiri and Chiaki.

Hajime as Veronica though. HAJIME AS VERONICA THOUGH. He still wears the fucking skirt and rocks it. Him being a lovestruck dummy singing fight for me. Him in dead girl walking being sassy and sexy as fuck, rip Nagito. Him being 100% done in blue. Drunk Hajime in big fun. Hajime being caring and gentle in seventeen, dancing with Nagito like it’s the end of the world. Him being scared out of his mind during our love is god and yo girl. Him being a FUCKING BADASS in dead girl walking reprise.

And Nagito. Does this mean he’s NK then? Well, anyway, instead of slushies he is addicted to bagels. Fuck you, I’m bringing hope bagels back, shout out to my homeboy NicoB. Nagito singing meant to be yours would be fucking spectacular. Nagito singing I am damaged breaks my heart. Nagito just loving Hajime so much but being so damaged that he doesn’t know how to love somebody.

This au simultaneously makes me want to smile and cry.

~Mod Yoyo

Marichat May Day 3

Prompt Calendar hosted by yours truly and @marinette-sky

Day 1: Milk Day 2: Purring

Marinette pondered over her essay title as Chat prowled over her shoulder, obviously bored by the lack of attention.

“Whatcha doing?” he asked, idly playing with her ponytail. Her hair was different today and it was distracting.

“Homework,” she winced. “Or trying to, but a certain kitty won’t leave me alone.”

“Sorry,” he drooped, but she smiled at him and he brightened.

“It’s difficult, writing an essay on an inspiring person…”

“That’s an easy one!” Chat Noir guffawed. “Ladybug, of course!”

Marinette shook her head, her mouth curved down. “That’s too obvious. Everyone will do her.”

“Hmm. What about your parents?”

“They are inspiring, but they bake bread, not save lives…” Marinette tilted her head. “Oh, maybe Gabriel Agreste?”

She clicked her mouse, bringing the screen to life. Chat Noir rested his chin pointedly on her shoulder, his tail giving an agitated flick.

“What’s so great about him?” he muttered.

“Well, he’s my favourite designer, of course! He reinvented minimalism, and he also manages to balance family and work life…”

“Hardly,” Chat sighed, then froze.

“What?” Marinette asked, spinning her chair around to face Chat.

“I mean…” the black cat coughed and averted his eyes. “Spending all that time working, you won’t see your family much, will you? Isn’t that why his wife left?”

Marinette frowned at him. “Adrien’s mama left? When?”

Chat blinked and licked his lips. “You didn’t… know?”

She swallowed and shook her head. “No…I mean, I’ve seen her picture, but I didn’t know she wasn’t around…”

Marinette looked down at her hands and felt her eyes water. “Poor Adrien. I had no idea…”

“I shouldn’t have said anything…” Chat sighed, crouching down to Marinette’s level. “Don’t be sad, princess. I’m sure he’s glad to have a friend like you.”

“Thanks, kitty,” she gave a weak smile. “I’ll need to be sure to be extra kind to him. It does explain a lot, though. He does seem really down at times…”

Chat shifted on his feet awkwardly.

“Anyway, I can’t do this on Mons. Agreste,” Marinette said, clicking her mouse again. “Perhaps I’ll do it on my hero instead?”

“Jagged Stone?” Chat Noir guessed, leaning against her shoulder again.

“No, silly,” Marinette teased, scratching him under the chin. “I meant you.”


As far as I’m aware, Marinette doesn’t actually know about Mama Agreste, but that might be wrong…

“When I was 5-8 years old, I’d go to Disney World EVERY summer, and I LOVED the Hunchback Of Notre Dame play. My all-time favourite Disney character was Clopin. I had a favourite Clopin in that show, and the last year I got to go, I wanted his autograph on a picture my mom had gotten blown up for me.However, he wasn’t in the show that day, and I got really upset, but my mom found one of the Cast Members and asked about him. He smiled and said he was at the park, and called him over to where we were. The guy went through the trouble of dressing up in the full costume to sign his autograph for me.To this day, Disney World is one of my favourite places to BE, and Clopin is STILL my all-time favourite Disney character.”