Never Really Moved On

Title: Never Really Moved On

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: After months without Dean by your side, you had a nightmare where he was killed. Out of fear, you called him. (Loosely based off of Hinder’s Lips of an Angel)

Word Count: 1,244

A/N: I haven’t written as much as I would like to because the spark sort of disappeared. I apologize if it is evident in my writing. Either way, I hope you enjoy a rekindling love between you and Dean.

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As Dean tossed and turned in his bed, his phone began to ring. With furrowed brows, he picked his phone up from the bedside table and glanced at the name. His heart instantly clenched in his chest. (Y/N). The love of his life and the one that got away from him and even the hunting life. After five months away from him, you decided to pick up the phone and dial his number. Dean debated whether or not he should answer the phone and if it was worth the pain. Before his brain could fully understand the situation, he answered the call and put the phone against his ear.

“Dean,” you whispered with a sigh of relief. You fell back into your bed, squeezing your eyes shut. Tears fell as beads of sweat rolled down your forehead. You tried evening out your breath, telling yourself to inhale and exhale. He was fine. For months, you had dreams about Dean - hell, amazing dreams about Dean. Dreams where the two of you were happy and making a family. Dreams that Dean was inevitably having as well. The normal dreams you had of a happy ending with Dean turned into the opposite. You awoke in absolute terror after the nightmare you had. A nightmare that would’ve been reality if you continued to work with the Winchesters. Dean was killed in a hunt that you discovered. The mourning and grief you felt in the dream was something you never wanted to experience. You never wanted Sam to experience that either, knowing all too well how Sam would end up without his brother beside him everyday.

And Dean had dreams about you every night. He dreamed of the two of you in a little home by where he grew up with two baby (Y/N)’s running around. He even had dreams where the two of you bought a dog together. He dreamed that the two of you never had doubts in each other. He cleared his throat and combed his through his hair with clammy fingers. “Hey, sweetheart. Is everything okay?”

Your heart pattered quickly in your chest as you wiped your eyes with the back of your shaking hand. His words immediately soothed you, like they always had. “I-I’m fine. I just got scared. Wanted to make sure you were okay.” You knew he could hear the worry in your voice, it was incredibly obvious. You were always so obvious with your feelings. Maybe that was one of the reasons why the relationship never worked. His feelings were never noticeable while people could see how you felt in one glance.

Dean’s lips quivered as he noticed the panic laced in your words. He stood and pulled on a pair of jeans. “I’m alright, sweetheart. But are you? Really, don’t lie to me. I’ll know if you lie to me (Y/N).” He quietly opened his door and walked toward the kitchen. He was tempted to go to your house thirty minutes away and make sure you were alright but he knew that wouldn’t be what you wanted.

“I miss you, Dean.” You whispered, not knowing if he heard it or not. With a small sigh, you lifted yourself off of the bed and walked to your living room, sitting on the couch that faced the window. You imagined a black Chevrolet Impala pulling up and the love of your life walking to your door. You closed your eyes for a few seconds and when you had the strength to open them again, he was gone.

Dean was shocked when he heard your words. He knew that you didn’t want him to hear you but he did. Hearing his name come from your lips gave him feelings he had only felt while with you. He walked over to the library and picked up a picture frame. Under the glass was a photo of you and him completely in love. That day was the best of his life. He held you right on the hood of the Impala. He remembered whispering “feels great to be here with both of my babies” to you. A laugh bubbled up from your lips as you playfully slapped his chest. Sam came out of the gas station that you were parked in front of and smiled, knowing all too well that you two were meant to be. He saw himself with Jess whenever he was around you. He didn’t hesitate to pull out his phone and snap a picture of the scene. Later that night, he showed it to Dean. Dean’s heart felt heavy as he set the frame down. “I miss you too, baby.”

The corners of your lips lifted into a smile as you glanced over at the same picture Dean was looking at moments before. “I-I know that I said I needed to be out of the life with you. Forever. But I can’t. I can’t because I need you in my life and I am sick of trying to act like I was never a part of it. You know how hard it is to have a conversation without somehow bringing you up? I can’t even look at most things without thinking of you. It’s so hard Dean. I guess I never really moved on. And I never will.”

With those words, Dean threw on his boots and grabbed his keys. He stormed out of the bunker and ran to his Baby, rain falling heavily as the Impala roared to life. For thirty minutes, he kept you talking. He explained to you that he felt the same damn way. He told you how Sam urged him to go see you everyday and that Sam wanted him to patch things up with you. As he pulled up to your little house, he let out a shaky breath.

“I-I don’t know what to do, Dean. I’m so lost.” You heaved and bit at your lip, trying to keep tears from falling. Without Dean, you became so emotional. You were never one to cry until you packed up your bags and drove away from the two people that meant the most to you. Just as you felt a trail of tears fall down your cheeks, the doorbell rang. Your eyebrows knitted in confusion as you glanced at the window, seeing the Impala in front of your home. The phone slipped through your fingers as a gasp fell from your lips. Before even thinking, you sprang up from the couch and raced to the door, throwing it open. 

Dean smiled shyly at you, his eyes full of hope. His sandy blonde hair was sticking to his forehead as he stood in the pouring rain. His plump pink lips jutted out as you let him into your home. He couldn’t help but glance at your lips and then back up at your eyes, wanting to remember how his lips felt on yours. 

Suddenly, your arms were wrapped around his neck and his lips were harshly pressed against yours. His hands cupped your cheeks as you pulled him close, missing the feeling of him against you. Your body shivered in delight as his lips wandered down your neck.

When Dean pulled away to look at you, your hands knotted fists in his white shirt and pulled him closer. His breath fanned against your lips as you smiled. “I love you so much.” He whispered.

And with those words, you knew he’d never leave you.

Car Accident (Kyle Spencer)

Warning: slight angst, some fluff, and a whole lotta Kyle. Enjoy!

“Don’t worry so much, Kyle!” You laughed, kissing him on the cheek. “Babe, I’m just going to visit my parents. The drive isn’t that far.” Kyle still looked a bit worried, his hair tousled since he had just woken up. You smiled, reaching your hands up to try and get his hair to lay semi-flat. “I promise, I will be just fine. Come on. Please? Smile for me?” Kyle half-smiled, still a bit worried.

“You know I don’t like long drives. But, alright. I’m sure you’ll be fine. You’ll be careful,” Kyle relented, hugging you and yawning into your neck. “You’ll be back this afternoon?”

You nodded slightly, wrapping your arms around his pyjama-clad body. “I’ll only be gone a few hours. Go see a movie or something. Better yet, take a nap! I know how you like your sleep.” You pressed a few short kisses to his temple before pulling back. “Go back to sleeeeep.” You insisted, laughing slightly before pulling away from his grabby-hands completely, knowing you’d never leave if he kept begging. He sleepily followed you to the door, leaning against the door frame.

“Bye, babe. Have a nice trip. Be back safe. Bon voyage.” He punctuated each sentence with a kiss to your head. You giggled, pushing him off. Kyle smiled. He loved moments like this, where you two were just happy. He was inexcusably, inexplicably, irreversibly in love with you.

“Bye, Kyle. I’m serious!” You were smiling, though, which made Kyle give you a sleepy grin. “I need to go! Go back to bed, before it gets too cold. You hate that.” You pulled out of his grip, making Kyle give you a fake pout. You lightly pushed the door closed, walking down the hallway in your apartment complex. Kyle yawned, shuffling back to your bed before collapsing under the covers.


He wasn’t really sure what time it was but his phone was going off under his head. Kyle groaned, reaching under the pillow to grab it. “Yeah?” He asked, voice laced with sleep.

“Are you Kyle Spencer?” Came a crisp woman’s voice. Kyle sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“Wh- yeah, I am. What can I do for you?” Kyle was confused, still half-asleep.

“Are you Y/N L/N’s boyfriend? She’s been in a car accident. She will be alright, sir, don’t panic. She’s at Tulane Medical Center, in room 107. Can you-”

“Yeah, no, I’ll be there in, like, eight. She’ll be okay, right? What’s the damage? I mean, I don’t mean like that, I mean what happened? I mean, I know what happened but-” His voice was frantic until the woman cut him off. He scrambled to get his sneakers and car keys, listening to the woman speak calmly.

“Sir, please calm down. Your girlfriend will be alright. She is fine, there are just a few things we need to check out.”

“I’m calm I’m just…Wow, no, I’m fine, let me get in the car, I’ll be there soon.” Kyle said, darting out the door, slamming it behind him.


“Did I tell her I loved her?” Kyle mumbled as he pulled into the parking lot. “No, I love her. Not past tense. God, I don’t think I did. I hope she’s okay-” He half choked on his unshed tears, running towards the entrance as soon as he had parked. He couldn’t care about anything but getting to you. “I told her to be careful, why doesn’t she listen to me…”


“Y/N? Y/N?” Kyle spoke softly, stepping into the room. “Y/N- oh god you’re in a coma aren’t you why didn’t you tell me she’s-”

“Sir, she’s just asleep. Please keep your voice down. There’s a chair next to her bed. She won’t be here for more than a day. You can stay with her.” The nurse said, her voice quiet as she patted Kyle’s shoulder before leaving. Kyle nodded, walking over to your bed.

“Y/N?” Kyle’s voice was now a whisper, choked with tears. He sat in the chair, reaching for your hand and rubbing his thumb across your knuckles. “I-I’m so sorry, this is….This is my fault. I shouldn’t have let you go.” He lightly rested his head on your stomach, letting himself cry freely since you wouldn’t see him. “I just…I couldn’t….I love you and I only wanted the best for you. I…I should’ve stopped you.” Kyle’s already quiet voice was muffled by your stomach. “I should’ve….I should’ve been there. This is my fault, I’m never letting you go out alone again. Please forgive me, I l-love you s-so much.” His shoulders shook slightly, grip on your hand tightening. “P-please, Y/N….How can I ever hope to m-marry y-you if I c-can’t even p-protect you?” He sobbed slightly, tears hitting your stomach. Your free hand came up to run itself through his hair.

“Hey, ssh. It’s okay, dear. I’m fine.” Kyle’s head snapped up at your soft voice.

“Y-Y/N?” His face was tear stained as he scanned your face, taking in the cuts and bruises. You gave him a sweet smile, lightly brushing away the tear tracks with your thumb.

“Hi, Kyle. I sorry I didn’t listen to you this morning. I…the truck just came out of nowhere. I shouldn’t have scared you-”

“No no no no no, don’t you dare apologize, this isn’t your fault, Y/N.”

“It isn’t yours either, Kyle Spencer. And why on earth would this keep me from marrying you? I love you, so I mean…But don’t you dare propose while I look like this.” Your tone turned teasing as you laughed slightly, ending in a cough.

“Hey, hey, hey. You’re in the hospital. It’s okay.” Kyle’s smile was back at your attempt to make him happy, before immediately shifting back to concern. “Go back to sleep. I’m not leaving.”

Woo!! I finally posted something again! This took me like twenty minutes and I haven’t proofread it so I apologize for any mistakes. I am still sick, so bear with me. Enjoy Kyle, my smol pure son.

“Support Me”

As promised, I give an angsty fic that’s going to have two different endings. An angst to fluff, then an angst to ANGST.

Link to the request is here

Originally posted by credenced

Newt had been hard at work, getting the third draft of his book approved by his editor. Ironically, the very organization that commissioned him to write the book was making it the hardest to get through.

It had been one of the most stressful processes of his life, for more reasons than one.

It was completely crazy that they had rejected his book so many times, requesting changes that he could never agree to. He felt like his work was being picked apart, and the creativity and passion of it was vanishing before his very eyes.

He was surprised he hadn’t lost his sanity a long time ago, but there was one thing grounding him.

You. You had been his anchor ever since he began the project.

He had met you in New York in 1926, full of fire and ambition, and you two fell in love almost immediately. Every moment with you was an adventure, and every feeling was one of excitement, danger, and lust.

So there was a period where the two of you were happy, running around the world together and living in the moment.

But like all moments, they have to end to make room for the next one. For you, what ended the moment was the job opportunity of a lifetime.

You were a powerful witch, everyone knew that. Your talents were like no one he’s ever seen, and so the minute you stepped into London, you were noticed by the one and only Rufus Scrimgeor of the Ministry of Magic. He had given you an outstanding job offer in the Department of Law Enforcement, and while it was an amazing opportunity, it was unspeakably dangerous.

He wanted to be as supportive as possible, but it was just so hard when you would spend late nights in the field,and he was left wondering if you were coming home that night.

He would wait up every time just to make sure you had gotten back okay.

When you finally did come home, you were either nursing some kind of injury, or were completely exhausted.

You often came home after midnight, and Newt waited for you until you were safe and sound inside the apartment. Because of this, he was physically and emotionally tired pretty much all the time, and he feared the illusion of your happy relationship was finally beginning to fade.

And now, he sat hunched over his paperwork, staring at hundreds of angry letters.

He glanced at the wall clock, noticing it was well after midnight. Looked like he would have another restless night.

It was about 1:30 in the morning when he finally heard the key click in the lock.

He looked up and watched you enter the room, dark circles hung under your eyes.

You stopped, staring at your boyfriend who was still buried to his neck in work.

“Good evening” Newt greeted, breaking the silence.

“Are you still working on those forms for the ministry?” you directed your attention to his messy desk.

“Have been since yesterday” he shot you a small smile, and dove back into his work.

You were biting your lip and rubbing your thumbs together, habits you both did when something was eating away at your mind.

You willed your legs to move, but you were locked to the carpet.

Newt looked back up from his work, realizing you hadn’t left your initial position, and dropped his pen.

“Is there something wrong?”

You took a deep breath, and nodded, struggling to keep eye contact. He knit his eyebrows and tried to move closer to you, but you crossed your arms over your chest and took a step back.

“I-I know it hasn’t been very fair to you…with how busy I’ve been with work and all…and you need to know that I feel terrible about it” you started, and Newt looked taken aback.

“You don’t need to apologize to me”

“No…no  I really do. Scrimgeor assigned me to a case in the United States.” he finally locked eyes with you, his mouth slightly agape.

“W-well? Did you take it?” he had a sinking feeling he already knew what the answer was.

“I did” You could hear a pin drop the room was so silent. You were holding your breath, silently begging Newt to say something.

“How long?” his voice was barely above a whisper.

You shrugged and sighed, looking around.

“Could be weeks, maybe months” He let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding, and began to walk backwards away from you.

“Newt! Newt you have to hear me out, I-” you called frantically, trying to stop him, but he turned around abruptly, eyes full of conflict.

“You had no other choice, right? That always seems to be the case. You will lose this once in a lifetime job if you, God forbid, say no to your boss.” Newt felt his adrenaline begin to pump and his voice start to rise, something that was so rare for him.

“Newt, I-”

“You are so mindlessly following the orders of the ministry, that you haven’t stopped to realize that you could be getting yourself seriously hurt! You’re expendable to them, why can’t you see that?” you widened your eyes, and shot back at him.

“Mindlessly following orders? Expendable?! This is my job! I choose to take these missions, how can you not support me?”

“I have supported you since the very beginning, something I can’t about you” the words left his mouth without warning, and immediate regret washed over him. Well…can’t go back now.

You gasped, and took a step back, ready to explode.

“Excuse me? Who moved to London to be with you while you worked on this book, which by the way hasn’t even been published yet! What is all of this?” you stomped over to his area, and picked up one of the several letters littered across his space, and began to read one out loud.

“‘The portions of your book that mention animals are wordy and unorganized, and they are shoe-horned into an evil plot centered around a misunderstood wizard boy.’ Your editor hates you! How are you ever going to get this published?” you crumpled the paper and threw it at his chest.

“I am helping the world, I am keeping dark magic from infecting the world, what are you doing? Some pointless project about some creatures that are completely wasting your time!” You hadn’t realized how loudly you had been yelling until you saw Newt’s face, completely ashamed and horrified.

‘Take it back, take it back’ the voice in your mind was going a million miles a minute.

Newt didn’t quite know what to say, so he bent over and picked up the crumpled letter from the floor.

“This is my passion…my life’s work. If it’s so difficult to balance our careers and this” he motioned between the two of you.

“Well maybe we shouldn’t” you said almost automatically, throwing your hands in the air.

You didn’t mean it, you didn’t want to break up. You didn’t want to leave it like this.

But there was nothing left to say. You were left with the crippling fear you had just lost everything.

“I should probably leave tonight” you said, and he switched his gaze to the floor.

He looked so heartbroken and lost, like everything he had was suddenly turned upside down.

Your face fell. What had you just done? You were unbelievably stressed and exhausted, you didn’t mean any of that.

“Alright then” he continued to stare at his shoes, and didn’t notice you had brushed past him on the way to get your things.

With a quick flick of the wand, you were completely packed with the bare minimum of what you needed, and all too soon, you were back in the living room, ready to say goodbye to your boyfriend.

“Newt…” you called, but his eyes didn’t move.

“I-I’ll see you later” and you were out the door, with a very final click of the lock.

He felt like he was floating above his body. What was he doing? He didn’t want you to leave.

You might not come back, the realization dawned on him.

He wanted to run into the hallway and get you, but he was ashamed to say he didn’t.

He slowly sunk back down into his chair, carefully opening the crumpled letter you had thrown at him not five minutes ago.

He returned to his work, and willed himself to think of anything other than your argument.

He supposed he would just have to wait for you to come back, whenever that would be.

He found himself staring at the door, begging it to open and bring you back into his arms.

But it didn’t, and he was suddenly, entirely alone.

Jungkook: Begin (Drabble)

Originally posted by jikoo-k

A/N: So I’ve been having a lot of writers block lately and I realized that it had to do with the fact that I had been putting more focus on requests than on what I wanted to write.  I’ll be writing a short drabble series inspired by each of the member’s individual song on WINGS. I promise I’ll get to your requests but I just want to have a chance to explore my own ideas and try to improve my writing with this. I hope you all can understand<3

Had the world always been so devoid of colour?

Jungkook had always been one to mask his emotions. His outer cold appearance often being mistaken as heartless. However, Jungkook was anything but that. To say he didn’t feel, was like saying that clouds were made out of cotton candy; It was fiction.

Although it had only been a week, it had felt like an eternity to Jungkook. An eternity with a restless heart. An eternity without happiness.  An eternity without you.

Sure, he had loved but he had never actually been in love, not until he met you of course.  Jungkook was hard to open up to people, hardly ever letting anyone in. That’s why it surprised him when he found that he could so easily share himself with you. Your relationship had come so natural. Nothing had ever been forced; the two of you just clicked. You were so good together, it was almost as if you had found the other half of yourselves in each other. Jungkook sure felt like he had and he was certain that you had too. So how could things have possibly gotten so bad between the two of you?


Lying in bed the last week had done nothing to soothe the ache in your chest. If anything the pressure against it had only seemed to built up even more. You weren’t sure if anything could distract you from the whirlpool of emotions you felt, but you did know that sitting in bed crying all day wouldn’t do anything either.

So, with much effort, you decided that maybe some fresh air would do you some good. Almost as if you were on auto-pilot, you changed into a pair of workout clothes and put on a pair of running shoes before heading outside.

The decision to break up hadn’t been an easy one. The second the words had left your mouth you had regretted them. Your heart had sunk even further when you saw his face drop.

If you could rewind time you would. You desperately wished to return back to a time where the two of you were happy and not always bickering and having argument after argument. Back to a time were being with each other didn’t feel strained or forced.

You were both scared to admit it, but during your time together the two of you had grown. Grown into completely different people with different mindsets and goals. You knew that it was only natural for people to go through a change in character during their lifetime, but you just wish it hadn’t been with him. You loved him, you still loved him and you weren’t sure if you’d ever stop loving him but you knew that letting him go was the right choice.

You would only be a hindrance and stand in the way of  him and the dreams he so ambitiously dreamed of achieving. You wanted him to be happy and you knew that he could no longer be that with you. Letting him go was the right choice, you continued to repeat to yourself as you ran, just like you had been doing this past week, desperately wanting to believe it.

The only thing that seemed to bring you any comfort was the small glimmer of hope that maybe one day the two of you would have a chance to begin again.

King of Evil AU

Eisuke Ichinomiya / MC
(Based off of Maid of Evil, Prince of Evil, and Regret Message.)

- Among the land of Tres Spades, there is a tyrant ruler also known as “The King of Evil.” 

- He treats his people horribly. If the kingdom needs more money, then he’ll extort his people. If anyone goes against Eisuke, then they’ll be punished. Everything in the land belonged to him. 

- Eisuke has never been seen, however. This is because he has others do his biddings. All people know of him is that he has brown hair and the standard king outfit. 

- By his side is his loyal maid, MC. She is completely loyal to her King, and will do whatever he asks of her. 

- Tres Spades isn’t the only kingdom, however, There is a neighboring kingdom called the Ice Dragon Kingdom. Soryu is the ruler of that kingdom, and he is rivals with Eisuke.  Despite their rivalry, the Ice Dragon Kingdom and the Tres Spades Kingdom don’t interact much. The two mind their own business. 

- This all changes when Eisuke finds out that his loyal maid is in love with Soryu. He can’t stand the idea of MC being in love with his rival. Thus, he orders his other servants to kill Soryu.
He was getting tired of him, anyway. 

- When MC finds out the news, she runs up to Eisuke and asks why he is doing this. Instead of giving a solid reason, he merely asks, “Do you have any intention of disobeying your king?”

- As much as MC wants to cry out or prevent this from happening, she remains silent. She then apologizes for speaking out. As much as she loves Soryu, her king comes before anyone. Even herself. 

- As Eisuke orders, Soryu was executed. This left the Ice Dragon country in anger and tears. Soryu was a symbol of justice to them, and the Evil King destroyed that justice. Not only were the people of the Ice Dragons in anger, but so were the people of Tres Spades. This was the last straw for them. 

- Thus, the people of the kingdom rose up. The one who led the revolt was a swordsman in red, also known as Baba Mitsunari. Everyone in the kingdom had surrounded the castle while all of the servants of the Evil King had fled. 

- With the castle surrounded, Eisuke had no choice but to go outside. Before he could, however, MC had walked into his room, dressed like him. She was wearing his uniform, and she had her hair tied into a ponytail. Not only that, but her chest was bound. In her hands, she had a casual outfit for Eisuke to wear. 

- Eisuke is shocked. He can barely get a word out. Was MC intending to take his place? He was about to get executed. With how harsh he’s been on her over the years, there was no reason to. 
“…This…This won’t work.” Eisuke tries to reason, not wanting for her to do this. 

- MC only smiles at him. She explains that since no one outside of the castle has seen Eisuke before, than she can get away with not looking like him exactly. Besides, the people know Eisuke for his brown hair and king outfit.

- Eisuke doesn’t know what else to say but “why?” MC tosses the clothes over to Eisuke and takes a deep breath.
“Because I’m your loyal maid, after all.” 

- While it may be true that Eisuke’s orders have been harsh and tough, MC has been by his side the longest. She knows best how human Eisuke really is, even though he is seen as a monster from the eyes of the public. 

- Ever since Eisuke’s father passed away, Eisuke has been forced into the role of King at the young age of 14. Deep down, he was lonely, and always unsure whether or not he was doing was right or wrong. He faked his confidence, and soon, that fake confidence became a little too real. Slowly, he closed himself off. MC knew this all to well, as she’s been his maid ever since she was young. 

- “I want you to wear these clothes and escape, Eisuke. Run away from here as soon as possible. Be happy.” 

- MC can remember a time where the two of them were happy, happily drinking coffee MC made for him together. She hopes that when Eisuke escapes, he can be that happy again. Eisuke yells that he can’t be happy like this, but MC has already made up her mind. Before she leaves out the door, she has her last words. 

- “When I’m reborn…I hope that I can serve you once again, Eisuke.” MC says, her voice the gentlest he’s ever heard . 

Once MC left, MC had taken over Eisuke’s place. She was at first thrown into a jail cell, and then once they had prepared everything. they did a public execution for the Evil King. 
MC was decapitated. and now the former Evil King could only watch in horror and sadness.

He didn’t want her efforts to go to waste, so he left in his new clothes with a new identity. He started a new life for himself. 

Nowadays, he often visits in the beach, in the memory of MC. 
He remembers an old trick that she taught him. If you wrote a wish, put it in a bottle, and set it off to sea, it would come true.

He remembers not taking part in it, and remembering MC wishing Eisuke would be happy forever. 

No matter how many bottles he sends out, he can’t grant her wish or his own. No amount of wishes could bring her back. 

“Of course…It’s only after she’s gone that I regret my sins.”  He chokes out desperately. 

Rather than wishing for MC to be brought back, he instead wishes for something else. Getting a piece of paper, he writes down his one last wish.



It was said, before she wed Steffon Baratheon, no one could make Lady Cassana laugh as happily as her second brother Lomas. And even after the lady had moved to Storm’s End and wedded the stormlord, her brother would visit as often as possible.  Tülin Özen as Cassana Estermont, Kadir Doğulu as Lomas Estermont

First Love - Kai

Originally posted by kyungception

[on his way to steal your girl]

Idol : Kai // bit of D.O

Genre : Angst // bit of Fluff



“Who is she?”, you screamed, slamming the door behind you as you barged into the living room.

“Who’s who?”, Jongin asked looking up from his phone on the couch.

“You know who I’m talking about Jongin!”, you snapped, rolling your eyes at him.

“No I don’t (Y/N), just say whatever you want to say.”, he huffed,irritation evident in his voice.

“Who is she?”, you asked, shoving your phone into his face. Slowly, he took your phone out of your grasp and looked at your screen.

“Yeah I know her, she’s my sister.”, your eyes widened. It was his sister? It made sense now, you haven’t meet any of his family yet.

“You know (Y/N), I thought you’d trust me.”, Jongin said in an icy tone. “I-I d-” “But obviously, I was wrong.”,  he cut short before you could finish your sentence.

“So I’ll leave you to yourself, come to me when you trust me enough to not suspect every girl I’m with as the person I’m cheating on you with.”, Jongin spat, getting off his seat on the couch. You stood frozen, your brain processing everything.

“Wait Jong-”, you called out only to be responded by the loud slamming of the door.


It had only been a week since Jongin stormed out of your apartment but you missed him like crazy. After the fight you had, it felt so stupid when you think about it now. You isolated yourself from the outside world. You never left the apartment unless it was urgent or you ran out of food. Food; the last few things you ate, you couldn’t remember. Was it real food, or just junk food?


The constant loneliness ate you from the inside. It was as if you couldn’t function without him, your first love, your other half. You yearned for his touch, his smile, his embrace. You missed the moments where you two were happy together, not the constant fighting. You missed him.


That’s it. You broke, cracked, crumbled down. You missed him too much, it was unbearable. Hastily rubbing your tears, you reached out to your phone. After much thought, you admitted it. You regret ever being so suspicious, jumping to conclusions.

You : Hey Jongin, been a while hasn’t it?

         A week to be exact…

         I thought about what you said, and I can admit it, I was wrong.

         Can we meet up and talk about it?      

Jongin : (Y/N) not now, maybe later

Your eyes filled with rage as you read his one reply to your multiple ones. ‘Maybe later’? The one time you wanted to apologize, he doesn’t want to meet up?

Furious, you went to the bathroom to wash your mascara stained face, getting any evidence of you ever crying. Grabbing your keys, you drove to the one place he’d always be, the practice room.


Having been to the SM building on multiple occasions, you got in no problem. You took your sweet time getting to the practice room, giving you enough time to think up of an apology.


The sound of the elevator broke your thoughts, notifying your arrival to your desired floor. You were a nervous wreck, stumbling over your words even in your mind. As you reached out to turn the door knob, you stopped to a halt.

Moans. That’s what you heard, not only that but groans, ones so familiar to you. The sounds of their pleas and thirst moans made you disgusted.

Slowly and carefully, you opened the door, and sure enough, the sight before you fulfilled your suspicions. It was Jongin and the girl from the picture. He lied to you.

Their eyes bolted to you, separating immediately, covering their themselves as you cleared your throat. “You guys seem to be having fun”, you smiled with sarcasm.

“(Y/N) I-”

“You know, I came all this way to apologize but I’m not regretting it. I’m glad I did, or else who knows how long I’d still be chasing after you.”

“Wait, let me explain.”, Jongin cried out.

“What for? I’ll leave you to your fun, tootles~”, you smiled, twinkling your finger in goodbye.

 You could hear Jongin yelling at the girl through the closed door. “If you didn’t seduce me, none of this would’ve happened!” Him, seduce? You knew he did it on purpose, at he sounded like her did.

You dashed out the building as fast as your legs could carry you, tears spilling from your eyes. Hair flowing in the wind, you collided into someone, causing both of you to fall onto the ground.

Opening your tightly squeezed eyes, you laid your eyes on a man with large doe-like eyes and plump lips.

“Oh my god, are you okay?”, the stranger asked, helping you up.

“N-no I’m fine.”, you said. As soon as he saw your tear stained cheeks, his eyes widened.

“I’m Kyungsoo, why are you crying? Do you want to talk about it?”, Kyungsoo said, offering a small smile.


Kim Jongin was your first love. Do Kyungsoo was your last. Maybe you should’ve thanked Jongin for breaking your heart, or else you wouldn’t have found the one who did the opposite; heal it. Everything he did, lead up to this moment, and you were thankful of that.

“I do.”, the man standing in front of you said.

You looked down at your intertwined hands. “I do.”, you said, a blushing crawling up to your face.

“You may now kiss the bride.”

Don’t be afraid of falling in love, no matter how many times your heart breaks, it’ll be healed by the one your destined to be with. Your red threads of fate will bring you two together, completing your heart, that’s missing it’s other half, your jagiya.