summary: prince!jaemin part two where jaemin and you meet again, only this time he is engaged to be married.
category: angst + fluff, prince au
author note: it was nice to return to this au (also it somehow turned into my second longest scenario ever so maybe i got a bit carried away but how can you not it’s jaEMIN). as usual i miss jaemin and wish he would just show himself to us bc i miss my bestest pal. i hope he’s safe and healthy and being loved by his family.
honestly if sm doesn’t update us on this pure snickerdoodle i will swim over to south korea mYSELF WATCH ME
Lin was terrible at being sick. He had been trying to hide
it from you for the past few days, but you weren’t that thick. You awoke to the
sound of him drumming on every surface he could reach, trying to figure out a
beat. Armed with a thermometer, you entered the living room. His hair was
getting long, and it fell around his face in a way that you found oddly
attractive, since he usually kept it short. Bits of paper were strewn around
him, littering the floor where the garbage can used to be. He had turned it
upside down and was using it as a drum.
Nice quest. 7.8/10 too much cave. It also has the interesting habit of saying lines in overhead chat and in your chatbox. Is it because it’s from classic? who knows.
(P.S all the pictures are captioned if anyone’s interested lol)
A ‘what happened after the three days in the infirmary’ shit I suddenly want to write.
also, ignore the title.
“Well, this is a surprise. Who would have thought that of all people to catch the flu, it’s you”
Will Solace sneezed and blew his nose before dropping the tissue on the trash can near his bed. Because of course, being sick doesn’t excuse him being unsanitary and messy with his surroundings.
A sly smile curved up at the edge of Nico’s lips. “What a sight”
“Shut up, di Angelo. Go ahead, laugh at me why don’t you” The son of Apollo’s voice sounded groggy and tired.
“What do you really want me to do? Shut up or laugh?” The son of Hades spoke with sarcasm and stepped closer earning him a glare from the son of Apollo.
“Stay right there, di Angelo! Don’t you dare get any closer” Okay, that sounded a bit louder considering the fact that he was sick.
“Okay wow, never would have thought that you mind personal space that much” Nico stopped and lowered his face down a little, staring at the infirmary’s floor. Will looked at the demigod and maybe, it was the effect of him being sick and on medication that had him feeling the sadness and rejection from Nico more than he might have on a normal basis but nevertheless, it made him feel rather guilty.
“Sorry, that sounded a bit harsh” Will spoke, his voice considerably lower “I just don’t want you to get sick, Nico”
“A little flu won’t hurt me, Solace”
“It would. I’m your doctor, di Angelo. Listen to me, I would know what’s best or you” Nico rolled his eyes at those words but didn’t say anything to contradict “You’re whole body, including your immune system is still at risk. Just because you’re out of the infirmary, doesn’t mean you’re fully recovered. Please don’t act all stupid and irrational”
I apologize in advance, this is pretty horrible. But it’s cute and fluffy, so I guess it’s all good.
Words: 904 (lol sorry this is so short)
When you came home to the apartment you shared with your boyfriend and found it silent, you knew something was up. James wasn’t really the type of person to go out often, especially without you. Since you two met, you had been attached at the hip, and nothing could stop that. Once you started dating, it only continued.
The silence worried you. You were almost always greeted with some sort of “Hello beautiful” or “I’ve missed you,” but today you got nothing.
“Babe?” You called out into the apartment, only to be answered with silence.
“James? You here?” You walked around, checking all of the rooms downstairs. Just as you were making your way upstairs, you heard a cough, followed by a series of much worse coughs. Gently pushing the door to your bedroom open, you softly walked over to the bed where James was lying, being careful to not wake him.
You sat on the bed next to him, placing a hand lightly on top of his cheek. You rubbed your thumb across his cheek, noticing his flushed face and fever.
“Oh baby,” you quietly cooed, kissing his forehead. This action caused him to stir, turning away from you. You frowned.
“What’s wrong?” you asked him, rubbing his back in a soothing way.
“I don’t want to get you sick,” he replied, his voice raspy.
“I’m not going to get sick, just let me take care of you. Please?” You stuck your bottom lip out and gave him puppy dog eyes even though he couldn’t see you. A smile crossed his face, a silent agreement.
“I’ll be right back, just get some sleep,” you whispered, kissing his cheek before walking out of the room.
After returning from the store with various bags of cough drops, cough syrup, tea, soup, and medicine for fever, you quickly made James a bowl of soup and waited until it was cool enough to eat before bringing it to him. You walked upstairs, your footsteps soft as though to not wake him just yet. You set the bowl and spoon on the nightstand next to him.
“James,” you said in a sing-song voice, “I’ve got something for you.”
“Hm?” he mumbled, turning over to face you. He opened his eyes slowly, letting them adjust to the bright light flooding your room.
“I made your favorite. I know you don’t want to, but you need to eat.” You held the bowl out towards him, only to have him gently push it away.
“I’m not hungry, just please let me sleep,” he groaned, pulling the covers back over his head.
“No, not until you eat. You need to get better. I’ve got medicine for you too,” you said, holding the bowl out once again.
He reluctantly took the bowl from you, and slowly, but surely, ate the whole thing.
“What would I do without you?” he asked, smiling up at you.
“I don’t really know, and I hope you never have to find out.”
Once you had bargained with James so he would take the cough medicine, you let him sleep for a few hours. Soon after, another coughing attack sounded throughout the apartment, signaling that it was time for more medicine.
“You know, this medicine is absolutely disgusting,” he said, holding the tiny cup filled with red, sticky cough syrup.
“I know, but you need to get better,” you replied, smiling at him.
“If I take it, do I get a kiss?” he tried to bargain with you, but you just shook your head, a small laugh escaping your lips.
“Can’t get sick, remember?” you offered him a small smile in return, and he pouted.
“Using my own words against me, I’m hurt,” he joked, putting his hand against his chest.
“Just get some sleep, we’ll see how you feel in the morning.” Kissing his forehead, you exchanged I love you’s and went to sleep in the guest room.
You tossed and turned all night. Every time you managed to actually fall asleep, you woke up soon after, only to find that maybe 15 minutes had passed. You were so used to sleeping next to James, that you now found it impossible to sleep without him.
Slipping on your fuzzy socks, you made your way down the hallway in one of James’ shirts that was too big for you. Pushing the door open, you found him lying awake, staring at the ceiling. The door creaked, causing him to look over in your direction.
“Y/N?” he mumbled, sliding over in the bed to make room for you. You gladly slid in next to him, instantly feeling more relaxed in his embrace.
“You’re gonna get sick,” he said into your hair, shaking his head.
“At least I’m with you,” you replied, turning around to kiss his cheek. You soon fell sound asleep, James right next to you.
The next morning, he scolded you for coming into his room when he was sick.
“The last thing I want is for you to get sick, you’re always so miserable,” his voice scratchy.
“I haven’t been sick in about two years, I’ll be fine,” you shot back, waving your hand.
James was better in about 3 days.
You were in his position in about 4.
“I told youuuu,” he cooed, bringing you soup, as you had for him.
“Shut up,” you grumbled, pulling the covers back over your head, quickly falling back asleep.
in the kitchen, trying his best to finish making a potful of homemade soup for
the blizzard heading towards the state. I walked up behind him, wrapping my arms
around his waist and planting a tender kiss on his cheek. He smiled so wide I
could barely see the color of his eyes.
You okay? I thought you were asleep.” Finn turned down the fire on the stove
and turned around to face me. His lips grazed mine ever so slightly. I could
feel my own lips quiver under the faint touch.
BTS Reactions To Another Member Accidentally Hitting You
Namjoon: As you arrived the boy’s practice room you heard a lot of yelling. The boys were playing dodgeball for their new BangTan Bomb. “I shouldn’t go in,”you thought. As you were about to leave Namjoon saw you waving you to come in.
You opened the door and then,“Jimin don’t throw the ball!”Namjoon yelled. You looked up just when the ball crashed to your face making you drop the cupcakes you brought in for the boys.
“That’s a waist of food!”Jin cried out.
“Way to go Jimin,”Namjoon said angrily.
“I’m fine by the way if anyones wondering,”you said rubbing your forehead.
“Not only did you ruin a good batch of cupcakes but you also hurt my jagi you’re really asking for it Jimin,”he said starting to make his way towards him.
“Hey we were playing I didn’t even she was coming,”he said backing away from Namjoon.
“Namjoon stop I have a few left in the car I’ll just go get it. Also the pain is going away it’s ok,”you said feeling worried for Jimin.
“Next time she isn’t going to save you,”he said giving him a look.
Taehyung: You were going to surprise the boys with food because they’ve been working nonstop for their comeback. “I really hope they like it,”you thought as you walked to their practice room. “I can do it blindfolded too,”you heard Jungkook say.
“Yea right,”Taehyung said as you entered the practice room not even noticing you.
“Just watch me,”he said tying his bandana on his eyes. He had a hola hop on his left leg as he started to jump around with it somehow managing not to trip over it.
“Hi guys I brought you guys food,”you spoke up.
“Ah jagiya have you been standing there the whole time? You shouldn’t have bothered bringing us food,”Taehyung said smiling at you.
“I’m hungry I don’t know about you,”Jin said grabbing the bag from you,”Thank you (Y/N).”
“I want food too,”Jungkook said he was still blindfolded as he walked towards your direction trying to take of the bandana. It got tangled in his hair and you went over to help but just then he unstuck himself but backhanded you on accident. “(Y/N) I’m so sorry I didn’t mean too,”he said wider not knowing wether to go near you or not. V watched the whole thing and just stared at him (gif).
“It’s ok Jungkook it was an accident,”you said laughing hiding your really red face.
“Kookie be careful next time you could’ve poked her eyed,”he said going over to you to see if you’re ok. “I’m fine Tae don’t worry,”you said smiling at him. “Ok let’s go eat!”he said dragging you with the set of the boys.
Hoseok: You went to practice with Hoseok because you wanted to learn the dance moves to Dope. The rest of the boys were practicing their own choreography not really paying attention to you and your boyfriend. “Ok I think I have the hang of it,”you said half believing yourself.
“Let’s see it then. After this we should get food I’m starving,”he said patting his stomach. You nodded as you started to dance but once it came to the chorus you tripped. “Let’s just go get food,”you said annoyed. “You’ll get it trust me,”he said giving you an encouraging smile.
You smiled back and remembered,”I made my famous seaweed soup!” All the boys turn to look at you once those words escaped your lips. “Thank you. Thank you,”they all said hugging you.
“I just need to heat it up a little so it won’t be so cold,”you said getting out of their grasp.
“I’ll help you,”Hoseok said opening the door. You both went to the kitchen were you started to heat up the pot of soup. “Thank you so much jagi for making us food,”he said hugging you.
“You’ve guys have been working hard on this comeback it’s the least I could do,”you said. You both waited for the soup to warm up and then called the boys in to eat. They all squeezed in the small dining room making a circle. You were sitting next to Hoseok and Jin who was excited to try your cooking.
“Can you pass me a bowl,”Hoseok asked you. Both you and Jin reached for the bowl at the same time causing him to accidentally hit you on the left side of your face with his elbow.
“(Y/N)! I’m sorry. Are you ok? Does it hurt?”Jin asked worried wide eyed.
You held your cheek,”Ah I hope I don’t have a bruise.”
Jin looked at Hoseok and he just stared at him with disgust,”My jagi makes food for us and you elbow her beautiful face how dare you?”
Jin: “Are you purposely bad?”you asked your boyfriend. He looked at you with a fake hurt expression,”Hey! I was actually trying!” You laughed,”I wonder how you dance when you don’t try.”
He pushed you playfully,”Ok that’s enough of criticizing Jin’s awful dance moves for today.”
“Jin stop flirting with (Y/N) we have to get this dance down,”Namjoon said.
“Good luck!”you said smiling brightly at him. You left practice room and went to your car where you had batch of cookies. “I hope they like it,”you thought as you headed back to the practice room. The boys were doing a lot of kicks in this choreography and you watched as Jin was struggling to keep up.
“Jin you have to do it like this,”Hoseok said. He lifted his leg and his shoe flew off hitting your face. “Hoseok!”you and Jin said at the same time. “Sorry! Sorry!”he apologized horrified.
“You are so lucky I didn’t drop these cookies. It took me a lot of time and pressure not to burn them,”you said.
Jungkook: “Namjoon-hyung can (Y/N) come watch us practice?”Jungkook asked nervously biting his lips.
“Yes she can only if she makes her famous red velvet cupcakes,”he said.
“Ok!”your boyfriend said happily as he hung up. “Jagiya you can come,”he said happily.
“He asked for cupcakes didn’t he?”you asked as you came out of the kitchen.
“Yes but you made it right?”he asked.
“Yes I did. I could be cleaning this house up for you boys but you want me to go see you guys practice. You better not get distracted Kookie,”you warned.
“I won’t I promise,”he said,”Now let’s go.” You went into the kitchen as you got the box of cupcakes as you both got into the car that was waiting. “I’m just really excited for you to see this performance because I helped with it,”he said happily.
“Is there anything you can’t do?”you asked amazed.
“I can’t bake for now I’ll probably be better than you,”he said raising an eyebrow.
“Don’t get too cocky,”you said lightly pushing him. You arrived at the studio and walked to the practice room. “Hello,”you said to the boys who replied back enthusiastically as they saw the box of cupcakes.
“If Kookie misses up I get to eat his cupcakes,”Namjoon said.
“If you miss up, which you probably will, I get to eat hyung’s cupcakes,”your determined boyfriend said. “I’ll give you one of my cupcakes Namjoon,”Jimin said laughing.
“I won’t lose I’ve been practicing,”Namjoon said confidently.
Everyone started laughing and you cut them off,”Ok I just want to see the choreo that Kookie won’t stop talking about. Plus the cupcakes are getting colder by the second.” They nodded and hurried to their places as the music started playing. Everything was going fine for about a minute until the sweater throwing part. Namjoon threw his sweater directly at you but also his keys were in it. The keys hit your forehead making a small wound.
“Well there goes your cupcakes hyung,”Jungkook said cringing as he sees the small amount of blood coming from the wound.
Yoongi: “You don’t even do anything Yoongi,”you said frustrated as you got off the car. “Yes I do last week I took out the trash,”he said in a matter of fact tone.
“Wow so hopefully,”you said rolling your eyes. You walked in with your boyfriend to the practice room. Hoseok and Jin were the only one’s in the room. “Where are the other guys?”you asked.
“They said they’re going to be running late because they’re recording,”Jin said looking up from his phone. “I still don’t get why he has a flip phone,”you whispered. “I heard that,”Jin said smiling. “Sorry,”you said smiling shyly.
“Ah you bought us something didn’t you (Y/N)-ah?”Hoseok asked noticing the bag.
“Sandwiches because Yoongi was suppose to help me make the rest of the meal,”you said looking angrily at your boyfriend. “(Y/N) are you seriously so upset with me?”he asked laughing. “Yes I am,”you said crossing your arms.
“Stop fighting because then Yoongi is going to take it out on us,”Hoseok said frightened.
“It’s because you won’t leave me alone when I’m trying to sleep,”he said.
Taehyung came in happily,”Good morning! (Y/N)-ah you came.”
“Hi Taehyung,”you said smiling.
“Do we bother Yoongi when he’s sleeping?”Hoseok asked.
“You wake him up the most and without even trying,”Taehyung said laughing,”Like that one time you were shooing off a fly and you accidentally slapped hyung.”
“I wasn’t trying to slap you ok it was the fly and your mouth was open what if it had gotten in your mouth,”Hoseok said.
“But your hand was so close to his face. What did you expect?”Taehyung asked. “It wasn’t even that close. (Y/N) come here so I can show them how far away I was,”Hoseok said. You went over to where Hoseok as he demonstrated the whole scene.
“No that’s not how it happened,”Taehyung said,”This is how it went.” He slapped you lightly as Yoongi laughed at your surprised face.
“Taehyung! That hurt so much!”you said wincing, pretending that it actually hurt.
He looked at Yoongi terrified,”I didn’t mean to. Please don’t hit me.”
“I’m just kidding Tae,”you said laughing.
Jimin: All the boys were acting like fools in the practice room trying to kill time until their choreographer arrives. “Why doesn’t he come already? I want to eat (Y/N)’s vanilla cake,”Jungkook whined.
“Can’t we just eat it now jagiya?”Jimin asked you.
“No you’ll be full and then won’t work as hard,”you said.
“Just one thin slice,”he said pouting. “Stop it’s not going to work,”you said looking away.
“Stop looking away from your handsome boyfriend,”he said trying to turn your head.
“Ah Jimin leave (Y/N) alone. You’ll get to eat the cake later,”Yoongi said pulling him away.
“Suga-hyung but I can’t wait until later I want the cake now,”your boyfriend whined making you giggle.
“You’re cake is really good (Y/N)-ah,”Jin praised you eating his slice of cake.
“Jin!”you and Jimin said at the same time.
“What?”he asked taking a bite.
“You were supposed to wait after practice,”you said.
“Now I get to eat cake too,”Jimin said running over to it.
“No I get a slice first,”Jungkook said already ahead of Jimin.
“Let your hyung get his slice first,”Jimin said pushing Kookie to the side.
“Kids stop or else you’ll knock off the cake,”Yoongi said.
“I’ll go cut the cake now since Jin already got his slice even if he wasn’t supposed to!”you said looking over at guilty Jin.
“Since I’m the second oldest get out the way,”Yoongi said pushing the two away. You rolled your eyes as you gave him his slice.
“The cake is as white as you Suga,”Jimin teased him.
Yoongi took a piece of cake with his fork and tried to flick at Jimin’s face but it landed on the back of your head. “What was that?”you asked touching the back of your head. Yoongi sat down quickly next to Jin and Jimin was left distraught not knowing what to do. “Who throw the cake?”you asked angrily.
“I don’t have any cake Jagi so it wasn’t me,”he said panicking. He turned to look at Yoongi, who was ignoring him.
“Yoongi-ah!”you said going towards him.
“I’m sorry I was trying to hit Jimin,”he said hurrying to the door.
“Oh y/n, thank goodness you’re here” Louis smiles, sighing in relieve as he hangs up the phone that was previously pressed against his ear.
“I’ve miss you so much.” I smile, running into him to hug him as tight as possible.
I haven’t seen Louis in six months, and even though I’m not here for him, I’m still glad I’m here with him. He’s like a brother I’ve never had, and not being able to see him was tough to go through.
“I don’t know how you’re able to do this, but thank you for picking me up from the tour bus” I smile, releasing the hug as I fixed the strap to my luggage on my shoulder.
“No problem! We were right by here anyway” he insists, sliding his phone in his pocket.
I nod, looking around before turning my attention back to Louis. I give him a small smile before patting his back so that we can go.
“How’s tour?” I ask, walking with him out the back entrance of the airport.
The night breeze made me shiver, hugging my jacket closer to my body in attempt token warm.
“Good, but stressful. We’ve been replacing and taking care of Harry for weeks” he sighs, kicking the pavement with the bottom of his shoes.
I frown. I hate knowing Harry isn’t himself. It’s awful. I’ve never realized how much it hurts when someone you’re in love with is in pain, especially when you can’t help them. You wish nothing but for yourself to be in that position rather than them, no matter what the condition.
“Well, I hope he doesn’t mind I’m here” I breathe out.
Harry doesn’t want the boys to let me know he has fallen ill. I don’t know why, but apparently everytime Louis says he’s going to tell me, Harry freaks out and refuses. I don’t know whether he’s scared for me to see the state he’s in, or he just doesn’t want me to worry. But no matter what the reason, I refuse to leave his side until he’s recovered.
“Here we are.” Louis exhales, leading me toward the front of the tour bus as he unlocks the door. “Just stay behind me and hide in the bathroom until I tell you to, okay?”
I nod, mumbling a quiet “okay” before stepping into the bus. I’m welcomed by Niall, Liam, and Zayn fighting about whether the recent football game was unfair or not. They all seem too involved in their disputes for me to intrude, so I try to sneak by them by attempting to go unnoticed.
“Oh Y/n’s h-“
“Shhh!” I shush, interrupting Niall as I point to the bunk room.
They all nod, giving me thumbs up before continuing their conversations.
I shake my head with a smile before following Louis to the bunk room, tucking myself into the bathroom so that I’m hidden from Harry.
“Harry, you feeling better?” Louis asks, giving him a pat on the shoulder.
My heart almost stops at his appearance. When he attempts to sit up, he fails immediately as his body is too weak to hold up his weight. He’s pale, nearly transparent, and his chest is dripping with sweat. His eyes are blue and veiny, almost black from being sunken in so much. His hands are shaking uncontrollably, spots of dry vomit on them.
“No” Harry answers, letting out a groan. “If anything, I feel worse.”
Louis shakes his head at him.
“Is there anything I could do to help? Like, would Y/n help?” Louis asks, turning towards me as he nods his head.
I slowly walk toward the room, but halt my actions when I hear Harry speak again.
“Oh God, no. She won’t help. If anything she’s going to make it worse by coming here. She’s not going to give me any fucking peace and quiet and she won’t leave me alone. She always does that when I’m sick. That voice makes me even more sick.”
My heart drops as I take the last couple of steps to the room. All I ever do is try to help him, no matter what it costs me, but I never knew he felt that way about it. My eyes rim with tears when he looks up at me. His breathing becomes harsh, but I look away the second I’m able to. I feel intimidated, small, especially when he says harsh words about me.
I wipe a small tear away from my cheek, but shake off my emotions. This isn’t worth my tears, at least not enough for him to see them.
“I’ll be uh—I’ll be with the guys, Louis” I smile softly.
He turns to me, giving me a sympothetic look. He mouths a short “I’m sorry”, but it isn’t his fault. He didn’t know Harry was going to act that way towards me, because he wasn’t supposed to. He was supposed to be happy and relieved. So I just nod, slowly making my way toward the kitchen area.
The boys are still arguing about the game as they microwave themselves a late dinner. I swiftly pour some water into a glass, filling it up half way before I take a seat on the couch. I carefully take the remote from the arm and turn the channel to the Food Network, just to see if there’s any soup recipe I can cook for Harry.
I stare blankly at the screen, not really having any intention on communicating to anybody. What Harry says really matters to me, especially when we’ve talked about a future together. I don’t want to fuck anything up, and I’m starting to wonder if anything else I do bothers him this much.
“You know he’s just not feeling so well, right?” Louis asks me, taking the space next to me.
I shrug, taking a sip of my water.
“I guess” I mumble.
“He’s just been losing sleep and puking and just awful things”.
“I know” I say, taking another sip of my water as I kept my gaze directly at the screen.
“Are you still going to take care of him?” Louis asks, streching his arm out behind my head, supporting it on the couch.
“Of course. I’m going to make him some tea” I murmur, giving him a small smile.
Even though I am mad at him, I can’t stop feeling bad for the fact he’s ill. He can barely sit up without falling down, and it crushes me knowing he was so weak and unwell.
As I make him tea, I take out two advils for his headachs while heating him up some soups. Waiting for it to be complete, I greet the boys a proper hello as they all tackle me in hugs. I laugh, feeling genuinely happy for the first time since my arrival.
“Y/n! We’ve missed you so much, it’s like we’re missing our sixth member!” Liam says enthusiastically
“Awe guys! I’ve missed you!”
They all laugh, giving me an extra squeeze before letting me take care of Harry. I organize the meal nicely on a tray, hoping Harry will talk to me. I don’t want to regret coming here for him, because I’m starting to think I am.
I walk carefully to his bed, hoping that he will apologize once he sees me, or at least accept what I’ve made him.
I quietly slide the door open, looking to the bottom left bunk to check up on Harry. Harry is swallowed in blankets, typing away on the keyboard of his phone. He let out a couple of coughs and sneezes while I try to figure out what to say to him.
I don’t want him to ignore me, that’s the last thing I want. After six months without him with me, I want him to show he missed me as much as I missed him. But deep down, I know it wasn’t going to be like that, no matter how much I want it to.
“I uh—I made you tea and some soup and got you some Advil” I mutter with caution.
Harry, however, stays silent as he keeps scrolling through his twitter feed, acting as if I’m not there. My heart feels like it’s being taken away from me, but I’m not giving up to try and get him to let me in.
“Do you want it?” I speak with shakiness.
The tapping on his screen is the only response I get. My eyes brim with tears again. I look down at the tray, wanting him to understand that I want to make him better. He’s all I cared about, and it breaks me knowing he’s blind from seeing that.
I sniffle, placing the tray on the little stand behind his bunk before I exit the room, sliding the door closed. I place my forehead against the door, breathing in deeply to compose myself.
Once I feel the tears start to go away, I turn around, ready to go to sleep. But Louis grabs my waist. I gasp, my hand touching my heart as I try to regain my breathing.
“You scared me, Louis.” I chuckle.
He looks down at me with so much concern, playing with my hair around his fingers. He frowns, looking down at his feet before looking up at me again.
“Y/n, I’m starting to feel like shit. I think I’m catching what Harry has. Can you take care of me?” he asked.
My eyebrows crease inwards, confusion consuming the remains of my emotions.
“But you were fine ten minutes ago”.
Louis pouts again, placing hair behind my ear. He ducks his head to meet eye level with me, and his face is showing nothing but desperation.
I sigh, nodding my head as I slide open the door again, guiding Louis inside. I take a look at the tray I made Harry, which was left untouched. Of course it’s untouched. What was I suppose to expect?
“I guess you can have this since Harry didn’t eat it” I murmur, grabbing the tray behind Harry’s mattress and placing it on Louis’ lap.
“Thank you” he smiles, before slirping the soup with content.
“This is absolutely delicious, Y/n. Thank you.”
I smile at him, moving back and forth between my toes and heals as I look around the room. I don’t know what to do, because I don’t really believe Louis is sick, and I don’t want to make Harry mad.
“Well, I’ll get going. Call me if y-“
“No” Louis whines, putting the tray behind his mattress.
He slides his body against the wall, leaving just enough room for me to fit next to him.
“Can you sleep with me? I don’t want to be alone in this state.”
In moments like this, Harry would start screaming if I had even touched one of the boys’ beds. But now, he’s just staring blankly at Louis, not moving a muscle. I guess if Harry doesn’t care if I put Louis to sleep, I shouldn’t, either.
“Sure” I sigh.
Once I slide into the bunk, Louis instinctively wraps his arms around my waist. His chin nuzzles into my neck, his cheek laying ontop of mine as he smiles contently. I let out a yawn, the time difference starting to get the best of me. Whenever I took care of Harry, I always played with his hair before he fell asleep. He said it’s the most relaxing thing, especially when he’s sick. So I lift my arm up and started to play with Louis’ hair. Twisting it and pulling it around my fingers gently.
“Hmmm” Louis sighs, his body relaxing around mine.
In a matter of minutes, I hear Louis snore quietly. I sigh, pealing myself off of Louis as I got out of bed. I rub my eyes, letting out a quiet yawn as I check up on Harry. He’s staring emotionless at me, almost like he’s staring right through me. I scoff at him, placing the semi-warm tea on the nightstand behind him again, making sure I’m quiet so I don’t wake Louis up.
“It’s still warm.” I growl before exiting the room.
The rest of the boys give me a hug and kiss goodnight before I make it to the living area of the bus. I make sure the bunk room door is closed and the driver curtain is closed before I start to change into pajamas. I swiftly flick off the light before I cuddle into the couch, wrapping a small comforter half my size around myself.
“This isn’t even” I groan, lifting the comforter off my body.
I growl at the situation. Cold and uncomfortable, I start turning endlessly across the couch, trying hard to find a comfortable position. After putting my arm underneath my head, I start feeling content enough to slowly drift off to sleep. Before my body is fully asleep, right when I’m about to slumber, two strong arms wrap around me, lifting me up from the couch.
I groan, opening my eyes to see a tired, unreadable Harry. I want to punch him in the chest in order for him to let me go, but I’m half asleep, and his body is so warm, I can’t do anything besides cuddle into him more.
He slowly brings me into his bunk with him, sliding the curtains shut before pulling me into his body. He puts the comforters up to our chins, making me warm up within seconds.
“I haven’t gotten sleep” he mumbles, holding me closer into him, as if it’s even possible to hold me closer than he is now, “and I think I know why”.
A/N: I know the request said a male reader, but I really try to make the reader non gender unless it has a very specific correlation with the prompt. So, I’m sorry if that upsets you dear anon but that’s just how I usually write these. This next week I am off school for spring break and I AM SO PUMPED!! I hope those of you who are in school get to be enjoying your spring break soon too because school is fucking stressful! Anyhoo, I hope you kids are having an amazing ass day! I love you guys!
Request: Lafayette x MaleReader? Like MR is currently sick with some really high fever and other signs of a strong flue! And Lafayette, like the good Boyfriend he is takes care of him, though the MR cant do things on his own because he is too weak, also could you do it in a Modern AU? And fluff! If possible? - Anon
“(Y/N)!” Laf yelled, searching your apartment frantically for you.
You hadn’t been answering your phone since yesterday morning and he had gotten overly worried about what could have happened to you. Alex, John and Hercules had tried to convince him not to go. For all they knew, you could of just misplaced your phone. But Lafayette refused to listen to them, assuming that the worst possible scenario had happened.
Laf walked around your house slowly, searching for you or any sign that you could have left if you had been kidnapped. That had been at the top of his list of possible things that had happened to you. They were placed on the list right behind being murdered and running away with Thomas Jefferson. For some reason you and Jefferson got along really well…a little too well.
Lafayette was taken out of his thoughts when he heard loud coughing coming from your bedroom. Laf perked up at the noise, before racing to the room as fast as he possibly could down the hallway. He banged down the door to your room to find you bundled up in bed, half asleep, with tissues littering the room.
“(Y/N)?” Laf asked gently, sitting down on the bed next to you.
“Laf, what are you doing here?” You rasped out, your eyes slightly unfocused as you looked up at him from where you were laying.
“I was worried about you, mon amour. You haven’t answered you phone for more than a day. You’re sick, why didn’t you tell me?” Laf asked, scanning you for anymore symptoms that he had yet to notice.
“I didn’t think I would need to, I’m just sick it’s not that big of a deal.” You chuckled, ignoring the burning on your throat warning you of another coughing attack.
“This is more than the common cold. You should have called me as soon as you started to feel sick.” Laf said sternly, his concern for you only growing as you began coughing again. “I’m going to make you some soup and put your favorite movies on. You go get in the shower, it will make you feel a lot better.”
“Okay,” You agreed to Laf’s orders, moving to stand up only to start to fall over from being too dizzy.
“Careful!” Laf exclaimed, quickly grabbing your waist to keep you from falling. “You know, I’m used to you always having to take care of me. Look how the tables have turned.” Laf smirked, letting you rest most your weight on him as he walked you to your bathroom.
“Thank you Laf.” You smiled lightly, resting your head gently on his shoulder.
“Can you support yourself, or do you need some help in the shower too?” Laf wiggled his eyebrows, moving his lips to be just inches from yours.
“As nice as that sounds, I have a feeling this dumb flu will ruin our time together.” You said regretfully, kind of wishing that you would have just accepted his offer even if it was just a joke.
“Fine, but just yell if you need me. I’ll just be in the kitchen or living room.” Laf winked, before exiting the bathroom.
You shook your head slightly at his flirty behavior, before slowly getting in the shower. It wasn’t a very long one because you were a little concerned with passing out in the shower, due to your dizziness. You didn’t want to worry Lafayette by being in there too long.
Laf spent his time waiting for you by setting up a little nest of blankets on your couch and pulling out your favorite movies. He had a warm bowl of chicken noodle soup waiting on the coffee table for you. Next to the soup was two boxes of tissues and handful of cough drops. He didn’t want to take out medication till he knew which ones you were already taking.
After you exited the bathroom, you were moving pretty slow and were getting very tired from standing up for too long. You began to feel as if you would either pass out or throw up. Maybe both? You started to breath heavily and tried to move faster to where Lafayette was waiting for you.
“Laf!” You called out, and in a moment he was by your side picking you up gently to carry you to the couch.
Laf wrapped you up in the blankets without a word. He furrowed his brows in concern as you breathlessly leaned back on the couch. Very cautiously, Laf placed a hand on your forehead, only to pull it back right away and jump off the couch.
“You are burning up, mon cher. I’m just going to run and grab a thermometer to see how high your temperature is.” Laf explained as he rushed around your house in search of where you kept one.
Laf came back into the room in record time, panting slightly as he clutched the thermometer in his hand for what seemed to be dear life. Without protest you opened your mouth for him to place the thermometer under your tongue. The two of you sat there in silence until it was finally time for him to take it out of your mouth.
“Dear god it’s 101 degrees!” Laf exclaimed, pulling you close to his chest. “Don’t you worry I will get you everything you could ever need. I’ll start googling things and before you know it you’ll be up and moving. I can get Alex, Hercules and John over here to speed up the process of getting better and then we can-” You cut off Lafayette’s sentence by covering his face with a pillow.
“Laf, I’m going to be fine. I’ve already gone to the doctor and gotten the antibiotics I need. I just have a bug that’s been going around. I just need to relax for now, it should be gone in a couple of days. All you need to do is just lay here with me.” You said, pushing Laf back into the couch to lay with you.
“But you need to be taken care of!” Laf protested, trying to get off the couch.
“You have already done a lot for me and I know you are going to keep taking care of me. Thank you for that, but you are about to go overboard and I would much rather just lie here. Being here with you is what makes me feel better.” You explained, Laf’s expression softening at your words.
“Fine.” Laf huffed in defeat, slouching down slightly.
“Will you hand me that soup you made me?” You asked, pointing to the bowl of soup that was sitting on the coffee table.
Laf quickly shoved the bowl in your hands, making you giggle at his antics as he suck back into the couch again.
“Thank you.” You grinned, the soup tasting simply amazing.
“I just wish I could do more.” Laf sighed as he pulled you closer to his side.
“You have already done more than enough.” You grinned up at him pressing a light peck to his cheek.
“That’s all I get?” Laf asked, raising an eyebrow at the chaste peck.
“I don’t want you to get sick.” You shrugged, watching Laf’s lips pull up into a smirk at your words.
“I don’t get sick.”
Laf pulled you into a kiss, moving his lips in perfect sync with his. It felt amazing to have his warm soft lips up against yours. For a moment you even forgot about how sick you were and how you shouldn’t be kissing him and spreading germs. You didn’t even think how this would come back to haunt the two of you. All you could notice was how amazing it felt to have his lips touching yours.
A week later Lafayette’s bold statement would be proven to be false, when John calls you complaining about a very sick and needy Laf needing to be taken care of.
Guys it’s actually here im dying and this took me a whole week okay pls reblog or somethin’. Give me some slack for making them bigger and better each time pls. Some smut, mild angst, adventure, and swearing and robbing and hurting ppl ok? That’s the warning. This is a moving gif fic, where I incorporate gifs of a song into this. That song will be Run.
**SOME GIFS DON’T WORK**
The crew and you rove throughout the town’s and cities, causing havoc while occurrences of inner turmoil from the youngest spouts from the leader’s day’s of ruling their gang to be long overdue.
Prompt: Jimmy and Castiel doing something mundane together, and Dean watching fondly and being so in love.
So, this wasn’t actually my next prompt, but it’s your BIRTHDAY!! SO HERE! HAVE FIC! <3
“Cassie, there’s flour on your nose,” said Jimmy, point a batter-coated hand toward Cas’ face.
“I’m sure there is,” Cas replied dryly. “And there’ll likely be a lot more on my face before we finish. It’s no big deal.”
“No big deal?” Jimmy managed ‘mock scandalized’ like a pro, drawing back, putting a hand to his mouth and pantomiming being utterly, completely aghast. “You heathen, who are you and what you done with my brother?”
“You know these cookies won’t bake themselves,” grumbled Cas.
“That’s true,” said Jimmy. “Dean!”
Standing in the kitchen doorway, Dean jumped. He’d only stuck his head into let them know he was back with their sandwiches for lunch - the twins had earned a break from Christmas baking - but they’d been so endearing that he hadn’t been able to…but now they were both staring at him. Fucking hell. Coughing to clear his throat and definitely not to clear away his embarrassment, Dean turned in on a heel back toward the living room.
“The cookies’ll wait,” he grimaced. “Soups on, boys!”
He stalked across the room.
Dammit, how did Jimmy and Cas always make him feel so…feel so…
How did they always make him feel?
The Panera bag sat where he’d left it on the low coffee table. Dropping to a squat to leave the couch open for Jimmy and Cas to sit on, Dean unpacked it. Only one of them actually had soup - Dean had gotten tomato soup with grilled cheese for his meal - and the twins had each gotten sandwiches. Laying them out, Dean berated himself, for being caught staring, for being a fool, for being such a sap and being head over heels in love with his roommates, with both his roommates, when one person was enough for, like, every other person on the damn planet.
No, that’s not true, I know it’s not, polyamory is a thing…
…but it’s not that simple.
Of course it wasn’t that simple. Nothing was ever that simple.
“Sometime this year guys…” Dean trailed off mid-shout, turning toward the doorway leading to the kitchen.
Both twins stood, framed in the door way, entwined together in order to fit in the narrow space.
Dean startled so hard he lost his balance and fell flat on his ass.
Real smooth, Dean. Slay ‘um in the aisles. Way to be a heart breaker.
“Oh, there you are,” said Dean gruffly, grabbing the paper container of soup and putting it in his lap in a vain effort to pretend he’d sat down on purpose. “Well, dig in.”
“What’s going on, Dean?” asked Jimmy, wrapping an arm around Cas’ waist.
“Is this because I nixed making rum balls?” Cas added.
“What?” Dean squawked. “No! No, just…just forget about the damn rum balls, and the cookies, and eat your damn sandwiches, will you.”
There was still flour on Cas’ nose.
Fucking hell that was adorable.
Come to notice, there was cookie dough smeared on Jimmy’s cheek.
The desire to lick the confection away was near-overwhelming.
Dean pointedly jammed the corner of his sandwich into his soup, slopping tomato over the side.
They’d talked to him about communication.
They’d talked to him about trust.
They’d talked to him about openness and understanding.
They’d talked to him about relationships.
That Dean still couldn’t give them what they deserved from him simply went to prove how unworthy he was.
Jimmy sighed, but neither twin spoke and the silence stretched out. Dean took a big bite of his sandwich, chewed, and stared at the edge of the coffee table. Looking at them, seeing their disappointment, was agony.
Finally, after an awful lifetime, Jimmy crossed the room, picked up his and Castiel’s sandwiches, and the two went to eat elsewhere in the apartment.
I had that coming.
Repeat that to himself as he might, Dean could think of little more forlorn than sitting alone in the living room on Christmas Eve, the tree lights winking warmth and cheer, as he ate his sandwich and dreamed of being the man that the twin loves of his life were entitled to.
The next bite of sandwich tasted like ash in his mouth.
With a sigh, Dean rose and carried the debris to the kitchen, poured the soup down the disposer and chucked the sandwich in the trash. Half-creamed butter made a misshapen lump in the Kitchenaid. Dough chilled in the fridge. Several ingredient-smeared flashcards were scattered across the counters. Taking stock of the situation, Dean washed his hands, rolled up his sleeves, and got to work.
“He said he’d do better,” said Jimmy with a sigh.
“I know, but…” Castiel trailed off, shaking his head. There was no need to make excuses for Dean. They both knew why he had issues, knew how through the first two decades of his life, an admission of need, an attempt at clear communication, had been an invitation to abuse instead of an open door to understanding.
But they’d been through this exact same sequence time and time again. Dean would do something weird, the twins would ask him what was the matter, and he’d clam up. At first, they’d tried to accept that he’d talk when he was ready, because that had been the hallmark of their childhoods, but no. Dean didn’t talk about his problems. Dean bottled them out, filled the bottle and filled the bottle and filled the bottle until it was so far past overflowing that it exploded, and next thing they knew they’d get home to find him smashed, shouting that they should get out because he wasn’t worthy, or furious that they’d forgotten to transfer the laundry, or any of a hundred surface issues overlying the primary issue, that Dean Winchester didn’t know how to use his goddamn words.
“We agreed that if he didn’t…” The regret thick in Jimmy’s voice mirrored that clenching Cas’ chest.
They couldn’t keep doing this with Dean.
No matter how much they loved in, there was never any progress, never any correction. Nothing they said got through. Dean had said he’d do better, promised to talk to a therapist, sworn to trust them not to hurt him.
He still didn’t trust them.
God that hurt.
“I hate to do this on Christmas Eve,” muttered Cas.
“We can’t keep making excuses for his emotional constipation,” Jimmy replied firmly.
“I know…I know, but…”
Tears pooled in his eyes.
The last thing he wanted to do was break Dean’s heart.
Maybe, if we spend some time apart…
Cas knew that wasn’t true. If they sent Dean around now, he’d never trust them. This would be the end.
Something niggled at his senses as he tried to process this momentous decision. It seemed unnecessarily cruel to dump him now, when they lived together, when their families were travelling the next day…
…but there was no such thing as the right time. Castiel’s nose tickled and he rubbed it, rubbed tears from his eyes. There’d never be a good time to shatter all their lives.
Better to get it over with.
“Do you smell cookies?” Jimmy asked abruptly. Castiel frowned and sniffed. The rich smell of caramelizing sugar and heated vanilla filled his nose.
“Yes,” he said. “What…?”
The twins rose simultaneously, hurried down the hall one after the other, stepped into the kitchen. Dean leaned over the oven, hands big with oven mitts as he pulled out a tray of decorated sugar cookies. Flour streaked his brown hair and made white stains on his dark t-shirt. He straightened, set the cookie tray on the counter, and the started with a gasp.
“Shit, I didn’t see you there,” he said. “Uh…get out? Come back in five?”
“No,” said Castiel.
We’d been about to…we were going to…
“This can’t wait, Dean.” Jimmy’s voice was over-harsh, a tone Cas recognized as evidence that Jimmy was steeling himself for the worst. If Dean saw the coming danger, he gave no sign, and Cas’ chest ached for him.
“Oh…uh…okay…just…stand there one minute, okay?” Dean implored, expression open and vulnerable. No, he knows what Jimmy’s tone portends. Oh, Dean. “Please?”
Jimmy couldn’t bring himself to answer, but he met Dean’s eyes and nodded. Smiling, eyes swimming, Dean pulled out a second tray of cookies and carried both to the small in-kitchen table. Hastily, he tugged his mitts off and pulled the cookies free from the parchment paper, blowing on them and his fingers as he did.
Dean had used cookie cutters to make letters.
Words formed as Dean’s hands flew.
Sorry I suck at speaking words.
I love you.
When he was done, he beamed a hopeful expression at the twins.
“It’s not enough, Dean,” said Castiel, words breaking as Dean’s expression wavered.
“I know it’s not,” Dean replied softly. “How could it…how could I…ever be enough?”
“Dammit, Dean,” Jimmy found his courage, found his strength, raised his voice angrily. “We’ve talked about how manipulative it is when you say things like that, and–”
“But…” Dean interrupted, met each of their eyes desperately, and said in a rush, “But you asked what was up with me. That’s what was up with me. Nothing is bad. Everything is good. Dammit I was standing in the doorway just thinking about how much I love you two bas– …two…two men and I can’t even fucking handle it. I’m trying, okay?” Fumbling at his pocket, Dean pulled out his wallet and chucked it at them. “I’m trying. But…but you do what you gotta do. I’ll be…not here.”
Dean pushed past them out of the room and stalked down the hall, slamming the door to his bedroom behind him.
“Why’d he give me his wallet?” asked Jimmy blankly, shoving it at Castiel.
Absently, Castiel opened it. In the slot where Dean usually kept his license, complete with the ridiculous picture of himself that he hated, was a new card.
Dr. Pamela Barnes, LPC
Appointment Date: 12/27 Time: 11:00 AM
“Jimmy…” Castiel breathed, turning the card toward his brother.
“No, Cas, it’s too - I can’t keep…” Jimmy forced a hoarse breath into his lungs, smeared tears across his face. “We have to–”
“He promised to try, and he is,” Castiel interrupted. He’d nearly let Jimmy talk him into an injustice. He’d not let it slide. “He told us what he’d been thinking that caused us to worry. He showed us this card. He made an appointment. Yes, it was manipulative, but he left so we could talk it over alone instead of keeping at us and begging. We told him what he had to do to fix things, and he’s doing it. You do what you want, but I’m staying.”
“I don’t want to go,” admitted Jimmy, deflating. “But this hurts, every time it hurts.”
“I know,” Castiel said, running a soothing hand down Jimmy’s back. “It’s hurts me too. It hurts him too. We’ve all been hurt, but you wanted a show of trust, and you got one. Come on, he’s probably flipping out right now. He needs us.”
“And I need him.”
“So do I.”
Grabbing a plate, Castiel heaped the cookies on it, still hot and soft from the oven, and dragged Jimmy down the hall.
He knocked on Dean’s door.
“Yeah?” Dean’s voice, muffled and hoarse, replied. A moment later he pulled the door open. A suitcase sat open on his bed, half-filled with disorganized clothes. Considering how careful Dean usually was about folding his laundry and caring for his belongings, the disheveled mess was telling.
Castiel held the plate out.
For a stunned moment, Dean looked at the words Castiel had made on the plate.
We love you.
Then he did something Castiel had never seen Dean do in all the years they’d known him, all the months they’d been together.
Dean broke down and sobbed, collapsed in on himself with a full-bodied tremble that drove him to the ground. Jimmy and Cas were beside him instantly, cookies shattering into pieces as Cas dropped the plate. Dean was more important than cookies, more important than Christmas. Holding him, comforting him, whispering endearments in his ears, Cas hoped he’d have a lifetime more opportunities to demonstrate to Dean how much they cared for and trusted him.
They still had a long way to go.
But this - this was progress.
“We’re gonna be alright,” he whispered. “Dean, you’re going to be alright.”
“Thank you,” Dean gasped through his tears. “Thank you for believing in me. Without you guys, I wouldn’t…I’d never…”
“We know,” Cas promised, petting through his ears. “We–”
“I know you know,” Dean interrupted, surprisingly harshly. “But I’m going to tell you anyway. That’s what I promised, and it’s what you deserve, and it’s what I deserve, and it’s what I’m going to do. Okay?”
“Yeah, Dean, that’s okay.”
They didn’t get any more baking done that day.
There was no way Castiel was letting go of Jimmy, no way he was letting go of Dean.
The New Strange:
Simaris and Ordis flirt, get together, have a messy break-up. Chroma is there.
Steel Meridian asks you to perform Action Law and save the innocent. If you help them, Cressa Tal becomes your friend and it's all very pure. Later you build a lunaro court together and no doubt watch Space Jam.
The Silver Grove:
New Loka stars as the Lorax in the midst of doctrinal crisis. Eventually the desire to give the Orokin the finger wins over their hearts. They still hate you.
You have a candlelit dinner with Cephalon Suda. You talk about a cool bug you saw the other day. Neither Suda nor your warframe actually eat, but you're committed to the aesthetic. You're sure dinner was delicious. In the end, you exchange a gift of flowers. In the Orbiter, your Operator sheds a tear; they are happy.
I like you in a “Where the Wild Things Are” kind of way. All midnight-rumpus and howling at the moon. I don’t mind the way you gnash your terrible teeth or roll your terrible eyes. I just want to be the one who makes you smile, even on nights when life sends you to bed without supper. While you run off to rage under the stars, let me be the hot bowl of soup waiting for you when you return.
Having a boyfriend who cares is every girl’s dream. But is it still every girl’s dream when he doesn’t care about you as much as he cares about his friend that he was in love with? No, not really. It was more like a nightmare.
“Wait there, don’t move. I’ll be there soon. Yah! I said don’t move. You’ll hurt yourself. No! It’s not just a cold. You might get worse, Hari-ah. Yeah, I’m on my way. See you soon. Love you too and do not move” you heard him talking to the phone - to her.
Yoongi then got up from the couch and walked to the front door. His jaw clenched and his face full of worries. Nothing made him more worried than Hari being sick, you knew that.
“Jagiya, where are you going?” you asked and weakly followed him to the front door. Yoongi was already half dressed, ready to go out in the horrible weather.
“I’m going to Hari’s, she’s not feeling well. I’ll be back, go to sleep early, don’t wait. Ok?” he said everything so fast that it was almost impossible to understand what he said.
“Oh…ok, take this” you said and gave him an umbrella. “And wait, I have some soup left” you said weakly and rushed to the kitchen, taking out the soup you’ve made for yourself. It was made for you since your throat hurt but you knew that Yoongi was going to make her something to eat and he couldn’t cook so you decided to give it to him instead.
“Here, just let it cook for a few minutes before giving it to her” you said and gave him a small smile.
“Thank you, Y/N” Yoongi said and gave you a quick peck on the forehead before grabbing his car keys and walked out through the door.
You looked after him and when he disappeared in the dark, you closed the door and sank down on the floor.
Gone. He left for her, again. Was he going to have her as his first prioritise forever? What did you even mean to him? Is he ever going to realize how much he hurt you and that Hari only wants him for his money?
You felt lonely, not even sure if he cared about you more than her. This was of course not the first time. But it still hurt like the first time she had called and he had excused himself from your date and went to her. Not caring about how you were going to get home or that it was pouring rain outside.
You knew that he still had feelings for her even though he was with you. But who could blame him, really? Hari was a super model with a bright smile that made every boy go crazy. She had a killer body and an innocent but yet sexy attitude - which Yoongi liked in girls.
Thinking back to the times when Yoongi was in love with her and you couldn’t do anything but to stay there and watch her break his heart, over and over again. Until one day you couldn’t take it anymore. You have seen him at his worst, but did you ever leave him? No, never.
Because you love him and care about him more than yourself. People call you selfless for not thinking about your own feelings. They ask you why you’re so weak and why your boyfriend treats his friend like a girlfriend and treats you like a friend. You’ve always laughed it off and said that he was the best boyfriend ever and that he loved and cared for you more than anything.
You knew too well that it wasn’t true. Because that was just how you wished it was.
Sometimes life is unfair. Unfair because you know that no matter how much you care and how much you love him, he will never be all yours. How could he be when his heart was in Hari’s hands? When he only had eyes for her?
You looked up to the ceiling and tried to keep the tears inside. Were you going to give up on him after all these years loving him? Loving him while he loved anothor girl. Was it the time to let him find his happiness? Have you been selfish all this time for keeping him for yourself?
You walked to your shared bedroom and took out a suitcase and started to pack all your belongings, taking your time. You still had a little hope about him coming home, but you knew better than that. He was not coming home until the next day. It was always like that.
After that you were done, you sat down in his studio where he spent most of his time. You took out a pen and a paper. You then started to write down all your emotions.
Where do I begin?
Leaving you are the hardest thing I’ve done. Leaving a person I love and care for more than anything is not easy. Leaving all of this is a nightmare. A nightmare I didn’t want to come true.
But it is the best thing to do for both of us. I’m letting you go, to find your happiness. I’m letting myself go, because my heart can’t handle all this pain anymore.
You’re not the one to blame. I chose this. I chose to fall in love with you. I chose to be with you even though I knew from the begining that making you fall for me was going to be hard. I chose to love you endlessly and I chose to not letting you go, until now.
Thank you for all this time with you. You made me happy, even though I know that you’re shaking your head right know. You really did make me happy. Thank you for giving us a chance and thank you for all the memories.
I know it will be hard, getting over you. But I’m already on my way and I will not look back until I’m sure that I can. I wish you all the best and do take care of yourself when I’m not here.
I guess, it’s time to leave. Time to give up on us. Time to let you go.
I love you, always have, always will.
Yours forever, Y/N.
A few tears landed on the piece of paper and you tried to take it away. But it was impossible. The tear stains were always going to be there. Just like the pain and love in your heart.
One last glance at your shared apartment, you wiped away your tears and opened the door and walked out with your suitcase. It was still raining. But you couldn’t regret it now. It was now or never.
So you walked away in the rain, leaving, letting him go, without looking back.
DO. NOT. KILL. ME.
Woah, what a story. I hope you liked it and that you keep supporting and reading my one shots. It really means a lot and I’m very grateful for all the love that I receive.
And I have a mini question. DID YOU SEE HALLOWEEN PARTY WITH BTS YESTERDAY?!
They were so cute and I have to say that Jin and Jimin’s costumes were my favorites. Which costume where your favorite/favorites? Leave a comment and let me know!
And back to the one shot. Do you want a part 2? Yes or No? <333