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[7:54pm] dinner was set. he made it because it was mother’s day. your eight year old child loved to clean, so she told jungkook that she’d clean with him. maybe even for him. jungkook has always been proud of you both. he loves seeing the family like this. he never wants it to end. there was a vase, with daisies in it. your favorite flower. it was the flower that introduced you to jungkook. you loved that moment.

Black Bunny // jjk

Pairing: Jungkook x reader, college AU, ft. Jimin

Genre: fluff

Word count: 2.8k 

Sequel & Drabble (pure filth)

Summary: You meet Jungkook in one of your classes and end up doing a project together with him. 

Jungkook was the guy that you first noticed as he sat in the back of one of your afternoon lectures. 

You always came to that lecture a bit late because you had another lecture right before this one in another building that was far and you noticed him one time, when you were scanning the classroom for any empty seats. The last few empty seats happened to be next to him so you walked to the back of the class quietly and sat down a few seats away from him. 

He didn’t stand out in any particular way but you somehow couldn’t help but steal glances at him. He was wearing all black and had long curly hair that covered a large part of his face. His side profile seemed a bit intimidating and the way he seemed to be concentrating on writing his notes was admirable to say the least. Who handwrites notes in college nowadays? You were intrigued by him but you quickly took out your laptop and started taking notes of what the professor was saying.

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drabble

Guys Like Him (ft. Jeongguk)

Drabble game prompt 42. “His ego is so visible; I can almost watch it grow.” → badboy!jk, jock!au, prequel (part 1) to You Who [M]  → 6k words, (fluff, mentions of sex, tiny bit angst) 

Y/N: Originally didn’t want to make another series about jk, but You Who got a 1000+ notes and I decided to upload this as a surprise :) Enjoy! Split it into two parts, but I’m finished with part 2 so it’ll be uploaded in less than 24 hrs! 

“Nice job boys, that was a really good practice, let’s keep it up! Go home and get some rest!” Coach Kim blows his whistle as the boys all scatter and cheer as their practice comes to an early end. Jimin catches up to Jeongguk and claps the younger boy on the back, “Nice job kiddo, you’re stepping up into the quarterback shoes pretty well.” 

Jeongguk laughs and punches Jimin back in his shoulder pads, earning a playful laugh from him, “Thanks hyung.” 

“What’re you doing Friday night? Seokjin’s frat is throwing a party soon and is inviting the entire cheerleading squad the night before the game. And I overheard Jisoo saying that all of them were gonna be going. Wanna come?” 

Jeongguk smiles, shaking his head. “Sorry hyung, but I have a date with Y/N. I promised her way before that I wouldn’t flake. And since we have the game on Saturday, we planned for Friday.” 

Jimin groans, rolling his eyes. “C’mon, I miss the days when Jeon Jeongguk wouldn’t miss a frat party for the world. What happened?” 

They reach the lockers and begin removing their heavy gear. “I ended up dating the smartest, prettiest girl on campus. Can’t risk losing that.”

Jimin catches the slight blush on Jeongguk’s face. Smirking, he comments, “Damn man, you can literally get with any of the girls on campus. And you used to! What happened? You’re so whipped for her dude.” 

Jeongguk smiles as he walks towards the showers. With a wide smile, he adds, “I am.” 

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In Bloom (m)

Request fill for this prompt

Warning: Graphic wolf!Jungkook smut

Word Count: 11,589

Sequels: Lake of Fire pt 1 pt 2

You rush over to Jungkook’s place as soon as you get off work. The sun has almost completely dipped below the horizon at this point, and only a few crimson rays bleed through the inky black of the night. Your heart flies up to lodge in your throat as you bang on the door, but luckily, only a few seconds pass before he answers.

“___?” Jungkook mutters your name in astonishment when he opens the door to find you on his doorstep, “What are you doing here?”

“I heard that you were in trouble!” You pant, trying to catch your breath, “I rushed over as quickly as I could. Am I too late?”

Jungkook’s brow creases, “Who told you about this?”

“The other members of the pack,” you explain, “They said it was a wolf thing and I shouldn’t be too worried… But that you’d be out for three whole days? How could I not be worried?”

Jungkook sighs and steps aside in the doorway, “You might as well come in… You’re letting the cold air in.”

Confused you step inside and close the door behind you, “Jungkook, you look perfectly fine though. What exactly is going on?”

“The members were right,” he explains as he leads you down the hall to the bedroom, “It is nothing to worry about. It’s just a natural wolf thing that happens every year… But while you’re here, you might as well make yourself useful and help chain me up.”

You freeze in the doorway to his bedroom, startled by the impressive network of steel chains and cuffs piled on the bed, “Chain you up…? Jungkook are you sick? Is there something wrong with your transformation? What’s happening?”

“No, it’s nothing,” he interrupts your panicking, “I’m just going into heat soon.”

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threequel

Chess of Ice

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➜ Words: 13.5k

➜ Genres: Fluff, Sports!AU

➜ Summary: Jeon Jungkook is a rising star, aka. hockey captain of a team heading for the Olympics. The last thing he expects is to begin a whole ‘nother sport, holding a broomstick in his hand, sweeping the ice and throwing dumb stones towards a target. As if that wasn’t bad enough, his love life is about to turn into a game of chess as well….and you’re his opponent.

➜ Warnings: Swearing.

➜ Notes: I’ve always wanted to write a sports!au, so here we go!

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‎ ༺ BLING OUT .ᐟ ༻

act like a man ᯓ⛧

༺ PAIRING soccer player!jungkook x mcbling!fem!reader

༺ SYNOPSIS every single person who was acquainted with choi yn knew she wasn’t big on soccer, she never even came close to a soccer ball, it just wasn’t her thing. following an event with her ex that left her rattled, she was determined to prove him wrong. even if it meant pretending to be her twin brother and attending the school rivalling hers just to join their soccer team. she never planned to fall in love with her pierced and tatted roommate, who just happened to be in the aforementioned soccer team. when her feelings became far too much to handle, she cursed the fact that she was under a disguise, as it was the only obstacle in her way. that and the cute girl in their chemistry class, who was oddly infatuated with her.

༺ GENRE soccer au, college au, mid 2000s au, roommate au, she’s the man inspired

༺ WARNINGS lowercase intended, profanity, misogyny, suggestive content/jokes, gender stereotypes, cringy 2000s slang, proofread but there might be typos, this is fiction it doesn’t reflect the personalities of the idols in real life

༺ WORD COUNT 6.2k

༺ NOTE this was originally planned to be a one shot but i honestly love the whole vibe of this fic that i decided to make it a little series !! this is very story driven and focuses a lot on yn’s character, but she does meet jk in this chapter yay :D hope u like it <3

“i came as soon as i heard!” YN’S WORRIED voice first entered the bedroom, then her figure appeared standing in the doorway.

minjeong, one of yn’s best friends, let out a guttural groan under her checkered comforter, her messy bleached blonde hair peeking out from underneath it.

yn quickly noticed that avril lavigne’s ‘keep holding on’ was softly playing from minjeong’s bright blue cd player, probably only fuelling minjeong’s current sour mood.

yn’s pink wedged flip flops slapped against her heels when she got closer to minjeong, before she sat down on the edge of the bed.

“i’m sorry.” yn began, her voice hushed as to not provoke minjeong, “i can’t believe they cut off the womens’ soccer team.”

minjeong pushed off her comforter away from her face, making her hair rise and fall from the pressure, “it’s whatever. i’m over it.”

yn frowned but decided against adding her own thoughts on the matter, instead she pulled out her bedazzled flip phone from her pink twinkling shoulder bag, and read a text she just received, “aeri just texted me. she said that she and jimin are on their way.”

“great.” minjeong bitterly muttered, turning around in her bed to lay on her side, with her cheek resting on her white pillow.

yn wanted to tell minjeong that everything would work out, and that she, one day, would get her chance to play soccer with a team, but she opted to stay silent.

yn was the oldest in her friend group, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t act like the mom friend; jimin did it better than she ever could anyway.

oftentimes, yn was the friend who would give fashion advice, and be there for her friends when they were having boy troubles. she didn’t know how to deal with sensitive topics, such as a dream being crushed to tiny bits.

sometimes, yn felt incompetent because of it. she felt like everything she had to offer was superficial.

“we’re here!” aeri’s familiar voice rang in yn’s ears.

yn turned her head in the direction of the doorway, and caught the sight of aeri and jimin walking towards minjeong’s bed. yn couldn’t help but guiltily feel immense relief at their arrival.

“you don’t have to be here.” minjeong expressed, her facial features were blank yet her eyes were swirling with hurt.

“don’t be silly, we’re your bffs. of course we’d be here for you.” jimin replied, as she climbed onto minjeong’s bed and sat next to yn.

aeri followed suit, and plopped herself beside jimin, choosing to sit cross-legged.

“how do you feel?” aeri asked, as she pushed her long bangs out of her face.

“fine.” minjeong mumbled, fidgeting with her fingers that were inflamed and reddened due to her picking on them all day.

“clearly you’re not.” jimin noted, grabbing hold of minjeong’s hands to stop her from further hurting herself, “you can talk to us.”

minjeong gazed up at her friends, each one harboured concern in their eyes, wanting minjeong to speak about how she felt but not forcing her to either.

“it just sucks.” minjeong answered with a sigh, her eyes were set on jimin’s hands that gently held hers, “i was so excited to tryout for the womens’ soccer team just to find out that not enough girls signed up and they had to cut off the team.”

“there’s always next year.” aeri remarked, “it’s not like you’re graduating anytime soon.”

“i know.” minjeong grumbled, “it just… i wanted to play this year. i know i’ll get three more chances, but you know… it sucks.”

“i bet.” jimin added, solemnly nodding in empathy, “you were so looking forward to playing in college after high school. i’m sorry it didn’t work out.”

yn straightened up in her seat, a sudden thought infiltrating her mind. if this were a cartoon, a shiny lightbulb would emerge above her head.

yn hastily spoke up, her voice brimming with jubilance, “what if i ask if you can join the mens’ team? i know that they’re practicing all summer because my boyfriend’s in the team.”

minjeong deadpanned, “i doubt it, yn. but thanks for the offer.”

“why not?” jimin commented, “you have nothing to lose.”

“jimin, think for a second. a girl in a team full of men?” minjeong raised an eyebrow before shaking her head in disapproval.

“again, why not?” aeri spoke up, “it’s 2006. they shouldn’t discriminate by gender and it won’t hurt to ask.”

“plus, you’re better than half of the men on that team.” yn emphasised, a toothy grin spreading on her glossy plump lips.

“thanks but—“ minjeong breathed out, a small smile was threatening to take over her face, until she was interrupted by jimin, “yn, you should still go and ask.”

“yeah, totally.” aeri grinned, nodding her head.

“yn don’t, it’s useless.”

minjeong’s words fell on deaf ears, she watched with defeat as yn stood up, and brushed off imaginary dust from her sparkling low rise jeans.

“i’ll go there now!” yn concluded with a bright smile on her dainty face, and elatedly trotted out of minjeong’s bedroom.

the summer sun felt scalding against yn’s bare arms, her hand that kept a hold on her shoulder bag was beginning to slightly sweat. in spite of that, yn proceeded to make her way through the campus of sherwood, and in the direction of the soccer field.

yn halted her footsteps when she reached the field, and stood beside the school’s soccer coach, who oversaw his team, the mens’ team, practice.

“hey coach.” yn greeted the older man with a polite smile, choosing to speak again when he nodded in acknowledgment of her presence, “i have a question.”

“shoot.” the coach gruffly replied, merely glancing in her direction.

“is there a possibility that a woman can join the mens’ soccer team?” yn wondered, tucking a loose strand of her hair behind her ear.

the coach was taken aback by her question, he turned around and faced her, “what kind of fucking question is that?”

yn gulped, she didn’t expect that kind of reaction from the man standing next to her.

she faltered for a minute, adjusting her hold on her shoulder bag, and parted her lips, “well.. um..”

“babe!” the voice of yn’s boyfriend echoed throughout the field and into her ears.

yn watched his figure, that seemed small due to the distance between them, become bigger and bigger as he dashed towards her.

“hi baby.” her boyfriend playfully grinned once he reached her, somewhat out of breath, and embraced her tightly in his arms.

“jaehyun, get off of me! you smell like sweat!” yn whined, one hand was gripping her nostrils while the other was lightly smacking jaehyun’s shoulder.

jaehyun let her go after taking his time holding her despite her complaints about his body odour, and gave her an open-mouthed kiss on her cheek, “what are you doing here?”

“your little girlfriend is wondering if a woman can join the mens’ soccer team.” the coach interjected, when he wasn’t even a part of the conversation the two shared, with such disdain colouring his voice, as if even the thought of a woman joining the mens’ team was so disgraceful. it rubbed yn the wrong way, though she remained silent.

“babe what?” jaehyun uttered, gazing at his delicate girlfriend standing in front of him, completely donned in pink and sparkles, “you want to be in the mens’ soccer team?”

“what? no.” yn furrowed her brows and shook her head, crossing her arms over her chest. she didn’t like the tone jaehyun had when he asked that question, she felt like he was belittling her and her capabilities.

“even if i was, you think i won’t be able to?” yn inquired, tilting her head to the side as a form of a warning that jaehyun didn’t quite catch.

“babe, look at you.” jaehyun mentioned, gesturing his hand up and down at her figure, “you won’t even be able to go on the field because you’d be scared that you’d get dirty.”

“i could totally get dirty if i wanted to.” yn revealed matter-of-factly, ignoring the subdued chuckles that erupted from jaehyun’s teammates, who slowly trickled towards the couple until they surrounded them.

“just last week you called me crying that you broke a nail.” jaehyun insisted, grinning when his teammates laughed at his words, “you can never play soccer, especially not in a team full of men.”

it was as if he was enjoying this, enjoyed humiliating her in front of his teammates and his coach.

yn never felt so insulted before, and it made her feel way worse knowing that it came from jaehyun’s own mouth. those were his own thoughts and beliefs.

as if she wasn’t already insecure because of her appearance, and he knew that, he knew that she was afraid that people would assume that she was dumb and inept, yet he still said what he said without any regard to her feelings.

yn scowled prior to letting her facial features morph into a smile that didn’t reach her eyes, “got it.”

“see? i’m glad you understood.” jaehyun expressed, not realising that the smile that yn had on her face wasn’t genuine.

yn took out her flip phone from her shoulder bag, and pressed a few buttons to find jaehyun’s contact, before hurriedly texting him.

she sent out the text and placed her phone back in her bag, waiting a few seconds until jaehyun’s flip phone buzzed in the pocket of his shorts.

jaehyun fished out his flip phone and flicked it open, glancing at yn with bewilderment swimming in his eyes as he noticed that he received a text from her, when she was standing right in front of him.

he hesitated for a moment, gauging yn’s reaction, when she kept smiling up at him, he opened the text with a few clicks.

FROM: baby

consider urself dumped :-,(

“what?! yn you can’t just dump me because you can’t play soccer!” jaehyun immediately retorted, while dismissing the oohs and aahs that emanated from his teammates.

yn scoffed and turned on her heels, briskly walking away from the field and towards the front gates.

“babe! c’mon!” jaehyun shouted, his feet were staggering towards yn’s figure that was getting farther and farther away from him, only to be stopped by his coach, who tightly grabbed his t-shirt.

that still didn’t stop jaehyun from continuously calling out yn’s name, in hopes that it would make her come back to him.

eventually, jaehyun’s calls of her name dissipated into nothingness as she was left to her own thoughts.

in a sense, yn felt relief from the break up, as if her heart was floating, yet it was pushed back down with a sense of heaviness knowing that was who she naively dated her entire freshman year of college.

maybe she was dumb and inept.

yn was supposed to go back to minjeong’s house with the answer the coach had given her, but not only did the coach not directly answer her question, she also got her feelings hurt in the process.

she ultimately decided to return home, and send a short text to her friends about her whereabouts, promising to eventually explain what happened.

yn entered her home, and shut the front door close with a resounding click. she kept her hand on the door handle, as her mind kept her preoccupied.

ever since she stepped out of campus, her mind constantly brought her back to the coach’s hostility and jaehyun’s words.

she was able to shake off the coach’s attitude in some way, after all he was just a bitter old man, who was supposed to retire but refused to.

but jaehyun? that was her boyfriend, who she genuinely loved and adored. yet yn had a feeling that this entire time she was just eye candy wrapped around his arm to flaunt to the masses.

even if jaehyun didn’t outright say it, his disrespect towards her told her more than words ever could.

speak of the devil. yn’s flip phone rang inside of her shoulder bag, a muffled version of aqua’s ‘barbie girl’ blaring through the interior of her bag.

yn, bemused, reached her hand in her bag and pulled out her flip phone. she glanced at the little screen indicating who was calling her without having to flip it open, the letters spelling out ‘jaehyun <3’ felt like they were burning her retinas.

yn rolled her eyes and declined the call, before chucking her phone back in her bag.

“yn, you’re home.” yn’s mother emerged from the living room, approaching her daughter who remained idle near the front door.

“hey mom.” yn forced a small smile at her mother, she took off her wedged flip flops and slipped on her hello kitty slippers, before proceeding to stroll towards the stairs.

“how’s minjeong? does she feel better?” yn’s mother wondered, remembering the conversation she had with yn, about minjeong’s circumstances, before she left earlier that day. in response, yn only shrugged.

yn’s mother frowned, clearly recognising that something was wrong, “are you okay? you seem a little off.”

“i’m fine, mom. i just need to rest in my room.” yn muttered, with her cloudy eyes cast downwards, “had a long day.”

yn made her way upstairs and reached her room, she cracked the door open but didn’t let it close all the way once she entered.

her bedroom was as pink and as glittery as her outfit was, with black and white cheetah and zebra prints cluttered throughout her room. little hello kitty trinkets were dangling on the walls, and black and pink silk pillows were assorted on her made queen sized bed.

in yn’s humble opinion, her bedroom was pretty simple considering she also had a college dorm, but one wouldn’t believe that it used to be way more crowded when she was in high school, thanks to the already packed design of her room.

yn let out a loud exhale and laid her weary body on her comfortable pink silk bedsheets, prior to shimmying out of the hold she had on her shoulder bag the entire day, and shaking off her slippers off her feet.

she fluttered her eyes shut and shifted her body to lay on her side, bringing her knees close to her chest.

yn was planning to nap, in order to forget about everything that happened that day, at least momentarily, however a thunking noise repeatedly jerked her awake until she had enough.

yn huffed in annoyance, and quickly got out of bed, putting on her slippers and stomping in the direction of the noise.

the irritating noise came from her twin brother’s room, just as yn suspected. she pushed the door open, revealing her brother leaning over the open window in his bedroom, the same thunking noise repeating itself.

“yeonjun, what the hell are you doing?” yn folded her arms over her chest and leaned her shoulder against the doorframe.

yeonjun whipped his body around, defensively hiding what he was doing with his tall stature, his eyes glimmering with fear, before he realised it was just his sister.

yeonjun slouched his body, loosening the tight grip he had on the windowsill, as a sense of ease passed through his body, “i thought you were mom.”

“i’m throwing my things out the window, what’s it look like?” yeonjun added, shrugging in nonchalance and returning back to what he was doing; throwing bags out of his window and hoping the fall won’t break anything.

“why?” yn asked, she hastily glanced at the hallway, on the lookout for their mother, before returning her attention back on yeonjun.

“i’m flying to london.” yeonjun replied, he took out a rope from god knows where and flung one side of it out of the window, “my band just got a gig at a music festival.”

“what?!” yn emitted, “what about school? you just got expelled from sherwood, if you get expelled from hybla, you’re done for!”

yn shook her head in disbelief, “and how will you even pull this off without mom and dad knowing?”

“listen, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity, i can’t miss this. you know it’s been my dream to get a gig with my band since forever.” yeonjun expressed, his face lighting up just from the thought of playing with his band in front of a crowd, “i got it all figured out. mom thinks i’m at dad’s and dad thinks i’m at mom’s. and in three days, they’ll both think i’m at school. easy!”

ah, the perks of having divorced parents.

yn’s gaze softened as one corner of her lips quirked up in amusement, “still you didn’t tell me what you’re gonna do about school.”

“i was kind of hoping you’d help me.” yeonjun sheepishly disclosed, rubbing the back of his neck.

yn raised her brow in question that signalled yeonjun to explain how, “you can pretend to be me! it’s just for two weeks then i’ll be back.”

“yeonjun, did you forget that i’m a woman and you’re a man? i’m sure people will realise that i’m not a man by the first day.” yn began, scrunching her eyebrows, “and, we look nothing alike other than a few facial features like our lips.”

yeonjun jokingly collapsed onto his messy bed, and clasped his hands together, giving yn the best puppy eyes he could muster, “oh please please my darling older sister! help your little brother out!”

yn contorted her delicate face in disgust in reaction to whatever the hell yeonjun was doing, “firstly, gross. i’m only 30 minutes older than you. secondly, i’ll see what i can do about it.”

yeonjun perked up, and pushed himself off of his bed, “thanks yn, you’re the best!”

yn watched yeonjun climb onto the window, one foot pressed against the floor while the other dangled out the window.

he briefly turned his head in her direction, “by the way, soobin says hi.”

“i’m still not letting him fuck me.” yn deadpanned.

“yn, that’s nasty!” yeonjun mimicked a hurl, and with the use of the rope, he cleanly leaped out of the window and onto the green grass.

with yeonjun gone, yn was left to be with her thoughts. she sat on his bed, and flitted her eyes across his room.

pretend to be her twin brother for two weeks? as if she’d do that!

yn shook her head, the movement of her head rippling her hair, and laughed at the absurdity of yeonjun’s proposition.

then an image of jaehyun’s smug face popped up in her mind, which instantly sullied her mood.

“asshole...” yn grumbled under her breath, allowing her body to descend and lay on her brother’s bed.

sherwood and hybla were rival schools, it’s been that way since their conception. every time soccer season began, they’d be pitted against each other in the very first bracket.

just last year, during yn’s freshman year, sherwood’s mens soccer team played against hybla’s mens team, which led to jaehyun crying once sherwood lost. yn still remembers how she had to comfort him when the game ended.

she recalled his snot on her cute zebra printed shirt, back then she didn’t mind it but now, she shuddered in revulsion at the thought.

she was aware of the upcoming tournaments this year’s soccer season would have, courtesy of jaehyun telling her all about them, and that the first one of the season would be sherwood against hybla.

which meant, that if yn pretended to be yeonjun and attended hybla, then she could tryout for the soccer team, get really good at it, beat sherwood and prove jaehyun wrong.

yn jolted her body upright, opting to sit cross-legged on her twin’s bed.

no matter how preposterous her plan sounded or how it might seem that she would be going too far just to prove a point, the idea excited her to no end.

yn beamed, her entire body buzzing with thrill, and swiftly returned to her bedroom to continue thinking of her plan.

“let me get this straight,” jimin announced, her hand resting on her hip, “you want us to make you look like yeonjun so you could go to his school, just so you could beat jaehyun in a soccer game to make him cry again because he hurt you?”

it was the very next day, yn called her friends to come over to her place, so that she could explain everything and declare her carefully thought out plan.

yn and her friends were scattered around yeonjun’s room, each one was preoccupied with a different activity, despite that, they were still perfectly conversing with each other.

jimin was standing in the middle of the room, her eyes were roaming around and taking note of the band posters that were plastered on the walls.

aeri was fixed beside a cd rack, skimming through the various cds that yeonjun acquired throughout the years.

minjeong was sat on yeonjun’s bed, with her back leaning against the headboard, holding her green flip phone, as her thumbs smoothly clicked the buttons to make her blocks fall in the correct sequence.

yn was taking yeonjun’s clothes out of his closet and putting them on his bed, after unfolding them and folding them again, planning to try them on later.

“pretty much, yeah.” yn nodded, pulling out another band tee from her brother’s closet before folding it, “look, i know it sounds crazy but i don’t just want to do it for revenge or to prove a point.”

“oh, really?” minjeong hummed, her eyes staying glued to the game on her phone, “‘cause after what jaehyun said to you, i would’ve done all that and more out of spite.”

aeri laughed, her signature laughter being shrill, “right, he was a total douche!”

“well yeah, that’s what my initial plan is after all.” yn responded, while she paused rummaging through her twin’s closet, her eyes glazing over, “but i realised i struggle a lot with my self-esteem, so… i wanted to also do this for myself, to show myself that i’m more than capable.”

jimin, aeri and minjeong all halted their respective activities and gazed at yn with adoration in their eyes, in reaction to her vulnerable confession.

“let’s do it.” jimin firmly decided, before moving towards yn to help her peruse through yeonjun’s clothes.

yn’s eyes widened in perplexity, as she spotted aeri and minjeong dropping what they were previously doing and joining her and jimin.

“you guys will actually help me?” yn questioned, her eyes twinkling just like how her clothes usually do, “you do realise that this is all very crazy, right?”

“of course, but we love crazy.” aeri giggled, squeezing yn’s dainty face, the action only served to widen the smile on yn’s plump lips.

jimin clapped once, refocusing the attention on her, “alright team! we have a lot of work ahead of us, plus, we have a deadline. yn has to be at hybla in two days, we have to do the best we can to transform our bff into her twin brother.”

“we also have to make up an excuse for her at school since she’d be absent.” minjeong clarified, prior to catching the sight of yn’s concerned gaze, “yn, stop looking at me like that.”

“you don’t have to help me. i know you’re going through your own stuff as it is.” yn shared, guiltily fidgeting with her wrist.

“yn, i’m fine and even if i wasn’t i’ll be fine.” minjeong replied, smiling brightly in yn’s direction, “i really appreciated that you even tried to find a way for me to play soccer this year, regardless if it didn’t work out. you always go above and beyond for us. i know you think you’re not a good friend, but i think otherwise.”

yn’s eyes welled up with tears, as she hastily raised her hands to shelter them away from the peering eyes of her friends.

she didn’t believe minjeong’s words, at least not yet, she still felt so shallow, as if she needed to prove herself worthy of friendship and love. until then, she won’t believe it but it sure felt reassuring to hear that.

yn sensed three pairs of arms wrapping themselves around her figure, and she instantly recognised what her friends were doing; they just initiated a group hug.

“get your arms off of me, i’m not crying!” yn facetiously complained, wiping the tears off her cheeks, and laughed to alleviate the heavy feeling she felt inside just from minjeong’s sincere words.

they eventually released their hold on her, but not before affectionately pinching her, and proceeded to carry out their plan.

“what are we gonna do about yn’s body?” aeri asked, glancing up and down at yn’s well endowed figure.

“what about my body?” yn innocently inquired.

minjeong rolled her eyes, “yn, don’t be daft.”

“well, we can bind down her chest and make her wear very baggy jeans or pants.” jimin suggested, retrieving a pair of yeonjun’s jeans from the closet, “though, i doubt yeonjun’s would fit you, i think they’ll just fall and reveal your butt if you wore them. we’d need to buy you some new ones.”

“okay, what about her hair?” minjeong interjected, grasping a few of yn’s hair strands in her hand, “do we cut it?”

“no!” yn instantly responded, rapidly shaking her head in objection.

“no need, i’m sure we’ll find a good quality wig somewhere in the mall.” aeri addressed, “yeonjun currently has a middle part, so a middle parted wig.”

“what about school or yn’s parents?” jimin wondered, “they’ll definitely get suspicious at her absence and it’ll blow her cover.”

“well, i can do what my brother did.” yn answered, “tell my mom i’m at my dad’s, and tell my dad i’m at my mom’s. they don’t talk so they won’t get suspicious.”

minjeong pursed her lips in thought, “for school, yn can pretend to be sick and since she’s an adult they won’t call her parents to confirm her condition.”

“sick with what? meningitis?” yn jested, wiping the smile off of her face when she saw that her friends were utterly on board with her suggestion, “guys! i can’t pretend to be sick with meningitis!”

“yeah, you can! because that’s a great idea.” aeri grinned, lightly patting yn’s shoulder to indicate that her little joke was more than perfect for their plan.

yn fluttered her eyes shut, an amused smile playing on her lips. there was still a long way to go. long way until she felt whole, until she’d see jaehyun realise what he lost.

but god, she couldn’t help but feel excitement at the thought of seeing him sobbing once she beats him in a soccer game, the same sport he said she could never play.

my chemical romance’s ‘helena’ played, reverberating inside aeri’s black and sleek car, as she drove yn to hybla, with jimin and minjeong tagging along in the backseat to support yn.

yn was fully transformed into yeonjun, wearing a black short middle parted wig, a black band tee over a white long sleeved shirt, washed out baggy jeans, and black sneakers.

she had eyebrow stickers on as well, to mimic yeonjun’s thick brows, since hers were daintier and thinner.

she did look like yeonjun, but a younger version of him; she looked like how he looked back in middle school.

minjeong leaned towards the driver and passenger seats, fitting her blonde head of hair between the seats, “you’ve played the same song over and over, it’s getting annoying.”

aeri pouted, glancing at minjeong from the rear-view mirror, “that’s the only song i have on a cd, and i don’t like the radio. they don’t play my favourite songs.”

“just turn it off for now.” jimin proposed, and gently pushed minjeong back onto her seat.

aeri huffed but complied with her older friend, she switched off the cd player, as silence replaced the guitar riffs and emotional vocals.

“yn, how do you feel?” jimin was the first to ask, her eyes gazing upon the changed yn.

yn let out a shaky exhale, “nervous, what if people get suspicious that i’m not yeonjun?”

“won’t happen, because they’ve never seen yeonjun before.” minjeong shook her head, and squeezed yn’s shoulder from the backseat, “we did a good job, you look pretty convincing. well, if you were a fifteen year old boy that is.”

yn groaned, hitting her head against her seat’s headrest, “i don’t know what i was thinking. i’m sitting here realising i don’t know how to play soccer, how will i get in the team?”

“you can’t back down now.” aeri reminded her, “you wanted to prove to jaehyun that you could beat him, and more importantly you wanted to prove it to yourself.”

yn frowned, her voice soft-spoken, “right.”

“you know, i was really surprised when yn didn’t get upset when she had to remove her manicure.” jimin changed the topic, chuckling, her shoulders rising and falling.

yn forced an inauthentic smile at jimin’s words, her mind bringing her back to what jaehyun told her, how she cried when her nail broke.

inadvertently, yn hid that part of herself just because jaehyun laughed about it with his pals.

“she got more upset about removing the jewels from her phone.” aeri chimed in, laughter bubbling in her voice, to which minjeong snorted in reaction.

yn jutted out her bottom lip, her tone sounding melancholic, “my bling bling….”

they arrived at yn’s destination, hybla university. aeri parked the car as yn looked out the window, her own nerves doing somersaults in her stomach and entangling themselves in one another.

“alright, i’m leaving.” yn announced, briefly glancing at her supportive friends, who all smiled towards her.

“do the man voice.” minjeong requested, a cheeky grin taking over her lips.

“alright, i’m leaving.” yn repeated, now with a deeper voice and a weird accent for some reason.

“perfect.” jimin laughed. aeri and minjeong nodded and grinned in agreement.

yn shut her eyes, repeating a mantra in her head to calm herself down.

act like a man.. act like a man.. act like a man..

when she opened her eyes, she felt a little more confident, still nervous, but a little more self-assured.

she exited the car, with a black backpack in her hand and a black duffle bag in the other, and shut the door behind her with a soft thud. she took a deep breath in and examined hybla’s fancy front gates, slinging the strap of the backpack onto her shoulder.

yn took a few steps forward, her eyes comically widening in realisation that she was being perceived, not as the blinged out yn, who rarely showed her insecurities, but as yeonjun, a strange version of yeonjun, who would rather run away than be looked at, in fear of being suspected of actually being a girl.

she wasn’t confident or self-assured at all.

yn whipped her body around, her sneakers grinding to a halt against the concrete ground, only to observe in defeat as aeri’s car pulled out of the parking spot and drove away, all the while her three friends were waving at her. now she had no way out.

she just had to face it, she wanted this, she can do it.

the only way yn soothed herself as she strolled through the unfamiliar campus was by imagining jaehyun crying with snot running down his nose.

going through hybla’s male residence hall was a disaster, the resident assistants clearly weren’t doing their jobs properly; yn was unfortunate enough to encounter someone’s junk from the very first day, just because they felt like streaking that day.

nevertheless, yn persevered and stood in front of the door of the dorm room that would be hers for the next twelve days.

her heart was beating loudly in her chest, so loud that she could hear the thumping in her ears. she wondered who her roommate would be, and hoped, prayed, that he’d be nice.

she didn’t want to imagine how she’d fare if her roommate ended up being some kind of misogynistic moron like jaehyun.

the door’s hinges let out a creak as yn pushed it open by the handle, the view of the dorm room she’d stay in for the next two weeks slowly materialised in her vision.

the dorm room seemed cluttered, similar to her dorm room back at sherwood and bedroom back at home. though instead of hello kitty and animal prints, the walls’ decorations were of famous soccer players, with each poster varying in size.

she was either rooming with a soccer player or a soccer fan.

yn glanced at her bed, that was completely bare of bedsheets and pillows of any kind. that would mean she’d have to retrieve them from a resident assistant and make her bed on her own. she doubted they had silk sheets and pillowcases.

yn’s eyes wandered around the room, gazing at the various soccer trophies that were lined up on the wooden shelves—definitely a soccer player—until she horridly discovered she wasn’t the only person in the room.

there were two guys sitting in front of computer screens, playing a game with controllers in their hands, and they were staring at her.

the third one, was standing facing her, he too, was staring at her. but this one, was shirtless and completely ripped. his abs lined up one after the other like bars of chocolate.

a strange analogy really, but that was the only image that went through her mind when she saw his abs.

if that wasn’t enough, he had a tattoo sleeve on his muscular arm, and piercings; two in his bottom lip, one in his eyebrow, and several of them in his ears.

his dark hair was styled in a mullet, the ends of his hair reaching the nape of his neck, as his shorter bangs were all ruffled and messy, only further adding to his appeal.

and his face, he was so pretty for a man with such a muscular body. each facial feature more delicate and rounded than the other.

he quirked his eyebrow in confusion, wondering why the new guy was staring at him so intently.

crap, yn was staring. she didn’t mean to, he just looked too good not to.

she mentally shook her thoughts away, about how this guy was the hottest man she’d ever seen, and parted her lips to speak, “hey.”

her voice came out much higher than she intended it to be, she hurriedly cleared her throat and spoke again, now in a deeper tone that was almost comical, “hey dawg.”

“hey…” for some reason he was apprehensive—she would be too to be fair—but to yn it wasn’t a good sign, she didn’t act natural enough.

“i’m choi yeonjun.” yn introduced herself as her brother, reaching her hand out for him to shake after dropping her duffel bag onto the floor.

“jeon jungkook.” jungkook placed his hand in hers, and lightly shook her hand before letting go.

“that’s mingyu and taehyung.” jungkook jabbed his thumb in the direction of the men, who just a few minutes ago were busy playing their game, that yn couldn’t scrutinise due to her being too busy ogling jungkook, but now were giving yn their undivided attention out of curiosity.

“dude, how old are you?” mingyu asked her, while eyeing her up and down. he quickly took notice of how young she looked; a youthful face, large eyes and plump lips.

as a woman, yn was beautiful. but as a woman disguising herself as a man, she just looked like a kid, who hadn’t went through puberty yet.

“i’ll have you know i’m a sophomore.” yn replied, slapping her chest to assert masculinity, only to regret it immediately after. it hurt and she couldn’t show that she was in pain, otherwise it would seem odd and they would start questioning her.

“jk, you’re rooming with a sophomore.” taehyung giggled at the thought of yn, a sophomore, rooming with jungkook.

he’s her roommate? yn assumed it was either one of them but she wasn’t sure whether to feel elated or absolutely terrified that it was him. whatever she felt inside she refused to let it show, and shoved it down the deepest depths of her heart.

yn furrowed her fake bushy brows, her unnatural deep voice cutting through the air, “why what grade are you dudes in?”

“mingyu and i are juniors, and taehyung is a senior.” jungkook answered, tucking his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants.

yn genuinely didn’t see an issue with a sophomore rooming with a junior, and generally found it baffling that taehyung thought it was funny.

though, since she was supposed to be yeonjun, and he got enough slack as it is from his bandmates due to him being older than them. yn knew he would’ve been exhilarated at the thought of being the youngest, so she chose to stay silent on the matter.

she only nodded in response, before turning around, placing her backpack and duffle bag on her bare bed.

she shifted her head towards jungkook, who was still staring at her, inspecting her every move, “are you in the soccer team?”

jungkook was pleasantly surprised, it was clear on his face that seemingly lit up at her question. he nodded his head whilst biting down on his lip piercings, “yeah, why?”

“i want to tryout for the team. do you know when tryouts start?”

༺ TAGLIST @cookysstuff @sftykth

I just finished reading slow dancing, and i’m in loveee~

Why does Tumblr not eat the space, like there’s space everywhere, ugh. Anyways, I knew I was rooting for jungkook and reader, when namjoon cake back into her life being like ‘he stole you from me’ I was ready to throw hands, ‘excuse me, sir, you already rejected her once, now get the fuck away’ sorry to my bias, but he was not good in this fic, so we gotta let him go. Jungkook’s character is so well written, I was ready to stop reading if he didn’t get to be with reader, but you made my wish come true, so yeah, I loved this fic, it was angsty, but beautiful ❤️🫶

slow dancing ● chapter list

➬ Title | Slow Dancing: a mini-series

➬ Summary | When your countdown appeared on your wrist right in the morning of your eighteenth birthday, you had thought that perhaps the universe was on your side, especially since the final seconds were already ticking so soon. You just never expected to have your first meeting with your soulmate to be the day when you had to let him go. But hope was not lost when you still found love without the bond, and Jungkook showed you that it was possible to find happiness beyond the system that was written for you. Except that the universe doesn’t seem to have enough of its game, when your past sacrifice comes back hitting you straight in the face, just when you had believed that you had written off the perfect ending to your bittersweet tale.

↳ Pairings | Jungkook x reader / Namjoon x reader

↳ Genre | Soulmate!au, Second Chances!au, Angst, Eventual Smut

➥ Ratings & Warnings | PG-13, +18 / M for Mature; appropriate warnings will be applied on each chapter whenever necessary.

➥ Status/Total word count | COMPLETED - June 15th, 2022 / 125,602 words 

➥ Main Masterlist | Mailbox | Taglist | Feedback | Music Playlist | Ko-fi

➥ Cross post | AO3 | Inkitt | Wattpad

➥ Author’s Note | Originally commissioned by @namgishope​ ; I have decided to release this as a drabble mini series to present the timeline more appropriately and make the storyline work. Chapters will be posted weekly (may change in the future).

➬ Chapters

⇢ prologue

⇢ chapter i. chain reaction

⇢ chapter ii. fallen pieces

⇢ chapter iii. a little faith

⇢ chapter iv. homecoming-1

⇢ chapter v. homecoming-2

⇢ chapter vi. falling from clouds

⇢ chapter vii. then we fall

⇢ chapter viii. talking slow

⇢ chapter ix. flights and pieces

⇢ chapter x. save your love

⇢ chapter xi. slow dancing (back to you)

⇢ epilogue

➥ References | fic glossary

➥ Fic talk/muse talk

⇢ Fic talk: Slow Dancing ⇢ Feedback

➥ Music Companion | Aj Mitchell - Slow Dance ● Wayfie - Stay Here Please — James Droll - Jacket Weather ● Mallii - Flights ● Eddy Pop - Pieces ● Boy In Space - Give Me ● TRACES - Clouds ● Zach Palmer - Winter Doesn’t Wait — Mikky Ekko - Cherish You ● EXES, Jome - No Ocean ● Lana Del Rey - Young and Beautiful ● Fintan - Then We Fall ● Dylan Jordan - Talking Slow ● Kayshawn - Save Your Love

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So we all collectively binged watched hazbin hotel, right?

"The Restricted Collection"

Let's take a tour around the grand halls of Hogwarts. We shall meet some naughty lovely students and my favourite part of school... the restricted section.

masterlist

Gryffindor

Kim Namjoon

"I mean, it’s sort of exciting, isn’t it, breaking the rules?"

Kim Seokjin

"Wit beyond measure is a man's greatest treasure."

Bang Chan *COMING SOON*

“The consequences of our actions are always so complicated, so diverse, that predicting the future is a very difficult business indeed.”

Hufflepuff

Jung Hoseok

"But you know, happiness can be found even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light."

Kim Taehyung

"I solemnly swear I am up to no good"

Lee Felix

"It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live”

Han Jisung

“You’re just as sane as I am”

Ravenclaw

Jeon Jungkook

"Things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end, if not always in the way we expect."

Seo Changbin

"I will"

Slytherin

Park Jimin

“Numbing the pain for a while will make it worse when you finally feel it.”

Min Yoongi *COMING SOON*

"Until the very end."

Lee Minho

“I mark the hours, every one, Nor have I yet outrun the Sun. My use and value, unto you, Are gauged by what you have to do.”

Hwang Hyunjin

 “The truth. It is a beautiful and terrible thing, and should therefore be treated with great caution.”

Hogwarts AU's - Updates

Good Morning Students and faculty,

Today marks a new day and one step closer to your time at Hogwarts! We are very excited to have you and for all your adventures here with us. We wanted to let you know in advance; when you enter those doors you may notice a difference in your time here versus at home. Whether it be memories or in the present we seem to have.... caused time to skip around a little. Do not be alarmed as we are working on correcting this, but we shall still be open for you. If you notice a pattern or possibly clues to the correct order of time please let the designated faculty know your house and your findings. We will be awarding House Points to those who are able to piece together this mystery! The first two we shall introduce you to are: a very astute 6th year Slytherin, and our very own alumni who, now, is in his first year as an Educational Assistant. Both are equally lovely and I believe you will make great....friends here. I will check in on you every time it is time for a new introduction. Of course, I wouldn't let you face it all alone. Well, most of it anyway!

So please, enjoy your time here but don't forget to keep up with your studies. (You may need them in the end)

Reminder: The train shall leave platform 9 3/4 promptly on time, no delays. So I suggest you are there before that. Flying cars are NOT permitted on school grounds.

Yours sincerely,

N.S.H

Nym, Shadowofahope Headmistress

Are you ready?

The Restricted Collection

Fluttering Fingers and Flushed Faces.

a vds one shot. you can find more on my ao3.

( @ apolloswords )

feel free to comment/message me any suggestions for one shot ideas!

Jens can’t help it if he thinks the new boy is cute. Even if he so happens to be his best friend’s step-brother.

“Jesus Jana, how many boxes do you have?” Jens groaned as he made another flight up the stairs.

Jana laughed and playfully nudged him with the box in her own hands.

“I promise we’re on the last ones.” She laughed.

“Yeah out of hundreds.” He teased.

She laughed again, following her into her new room. It was pretty much empty, aside from all the boxes he and Jana had brought up the stairs all morning. Jana placed the last box down on the ground gently, before Jens huffed and dropped his box, rather more aggressively.

It made a thud that shook through the room, and probably through the entire house. Jens put his hands on his hips in a dramatic fashion, before sighing dramatically.

“Oh what would you do without me?”

“Probably get this done quicker?” She laughed.

He rolled his eyes before they sat down to look through the boxes. Picking up the box with most of her trinkets and collectibles, he began unpacking them slowly.

“How do you feel about the move?” He asked, as she began pulling out sweaters to hang in her new closet.

She shrugged, turning her back towards him so he couldn’t really see her expression.

“It’s not too bad. I don’t mind living in a house with George and his son. But it’s further away from my friends so that kind of sucks.”

“Yeah but at least he’s not a shitty step-sibling.” He wrinkled his nose.

“Sorry you ended up with the evil step sisters and I didn’t.” Jana flung a random item his way. Catching it, he put it alongside the rest of the trinkets he had in organized piles on the floor.

“Hey, we’re both a child of divorce. The least my mom could’ve done is re-marry someone without bratty children. Makes it worst since they’re older and don’t ever give me a break.”

“I don’t know if he’s older, but he is in the same grade as me. It’s going to be weird.”

“Have you met him?”

“Once or twice. But he chose to live with his mom back in the Netherlands and his dad didn’t get custody of him until recently. He moved here a week ago, before my mom came back and settled our move.”

“Oh so you guys are kind of in the same position. A new home for a new family.” He reached for another box, pulling out storage containers to arrange the objects in. “Maybe that’s a bit easier.”

“Maybe. He’s a bit reserved though so it’s a little harder to get to know him but I’m sure he’s just fine.”

“Is he nice?”

“Yeah, super. Just, well okay, ‘hard to get to know him’ was the wrong choice of words.” Jana paused. “He’s just shy.”

There was a sense of movement over in the room beside him, and Jens froze. As far as he knew, him and Jana were the only ones here. Her mom and her step-dad had left to get some errands done early morning.

Oh yeah, Jens thought. Jana isn’t an only child anymore.

A faint sound of music started to play and while they couldn’t hear the lyrics or make out the song itself, it seemed to be a fun little indie song. Jens felt his head bopping along to it, feeling the faint rhythm through his body.

She smiled, kicking the now empty box of sweaters aside and picking up the ones of her folded shirts.

“That’s him. He does seem like a fun person though and I think we’ll eventually get close. I’m probably going to introduce him to the girls on Monday.”

“And me?” He asked, giving her a smirk.

“Nah, you’re trouble.”

“I’m your best friend.”

“A horrible decision on my part, really.” She teased. “What are you organizing?”

“Uhm,” He looked down. “Jewellery I think.”

Before she could open her mouth and say something, they heard the door beside her room open and the music become a little audibly louder. There was a shuffling of footsteps until Jana smiled at her doorway, before Jens heard some soft little taps.

“Hey.” She greeted cheerfully as he turned around.

Jens almost felt his jaw drop, immediately smitten by the boy at the door. He had a small frame underneath his bright pick sweater and his grey sweatpants were cuffed at the ankle, almost like they were a bit too long. He noticed the pattern on his socks, one with bright sunflowers and the other with constellations against a dark night sky. The sleeves of the sweater covered most of his hand, as he leaned against Jana’s door with a small smile.

“Hi, sorry I forgot you were moving in today.” The boy said, his voice small and well, shy. He took a quick notice of Jens on the flower and tightened his jaw a bit. “Sorry, I didn’t know you had company.”

When the boy’s eyes had wandered towards Jens, he had resist another urge to drop his jaw. The boy’s face was nothing short of beautiful. He looked as though he was an angel that had fallen from heaven, golden strays of hair hiding beneath the rest of his dark brown curls. His face was lithe, almost like the only reason he had features were from being kissed gently by the fallen rain. Jens felt his chest go tight, having to hold in a breath before he felt like what it meant to be breathless.

“It’s no problem.” Jana assured. “Uhm, Lucas, meet my friend Jens. Jens, meet my step-brother Lucas.”

“Hey, it’s nice to meet you.” He managed to say, surprised he even managed to choke that out without tripping over his words.

“Hi.” Lucas said shyly, giving him a small wave.

Jens gave him a small smile, and fluttered his fingers softly, returning back the small wave. He secretly hoped the faint flush on Lucas’ face was from the little gesture, but it may have just been from the way his bright pink sweater contrasted against his pale skin.

“I didn’t even know you were home.” Jana noted. “It wasn’t until I heard your music that I realized you were here.”

“Oh,” Lucas said, a little flustered. The faint pink colouring on his cheeks flushed a little more, most likely from the embarrassment. “Yeah, I was working on some art and had headphones on. Then my headphones died so I had to play my music out loud.”

“Oh shit, I hope we didn’t bother you.” She said worriedly, putting a hand to her face from her own slight embarrassment.

“No, no, it’s okay.” Lucas pressed his lips together, like he was trying to think of something to say next. “Uhm, I’m just going to head back to work. Yeah, uhm, yeah I’ll be in my room if you need me. Nice meeting you Jens.”

“Nice meeting you too Luc.” He said, this time smiling a little bigger, turning the corners of his lips a little higher as he pressed his lips together.

Lucas gave him another small wave, another flutter of the fingers before looking away and waving to Jana. His wave towards her was less of his fingers, more of his hand, which she mimicked back. But Jens gave him the same wave he had given him earlier, almost like it was something they just did.

It was weird to already share something with someone he had just met.

As quickly as he had appeared, Lucas had disappeared. He saw the blur of his clothes and hair fade away with his soft footsteps, hearing the creak of his door closing and the light hearted melody of the indie song fading into the background once again.

When he turned away from the door and back to Jana, he was greeted with a smirk on her face and her arms crossed, leaning on the empty bookshelf that stood next to her closet. She was eyeing Jens teasingly, like a school girl in the playground who was about to start a rumour that he had a crush.

“What?” He asked impatiently.

Jana clicked her tongue and turned away, still adding to the theatrics of her teasing.

“Nothing.” She said with a snort.

He rolled his eyes. “Don’t lie to me.”

“Oh I’m not lying. I’m just sparing you.” There was a mischievous glisten to her eyes.

Raising a brow, he looked at her, unimpressed. “Sparing me from what?”

“You’re asking for it.” She said, in a sing-song voice.

“I don’t even know what it is!”

“You think Lucas is cuteeee.”

He felt his face go warm, shaking his head quickly. “I do not.”

“Then why are you blushing?”

“It’s warm in your room.”

“It’s the middle of November.”

“Then you’re seeing things.”

“What I’m seeing is you giving heart eyes to my new brother.” She wiggled her brows.

“I am not giving heart eyes to your brother.” He lied.

Jana put her hands on her hips and gave him a sarcastic expression of shock. “What? Are you saying Lucas is ugly?”

“…That is not what I’m saying at all.”

“So you think he’s cute.” There it was again, the mischievous glisten in her eyes.

“…I’m also not saying that.”

“Well I’m saying I saw you practically thinking of shoving your tongue down Lucas’ throat.”

“Well get your eyes checked because they deceive you.” Jens wrinkled her nose at her. “And could you be any louder? He’s right next door.”

“What, are you afraid he finds out you think he’s ugly or he finds out you think he’s cute?”

“Janaaaa.” He whined. “Must you be so difficult?”

“Jens is shy about his little crushhhh.” She sang out loud again, and he just prayed Lucas’ music drowned out their conversation.

-

Jens leaned against the bike rack as students began making their way home. He was supposed to go to Jana’s house again since they had a chemistry quiz coming up at the end of the week. But she wasn’t here yet, so he decided just to wait a bit.

But after about ten minutes when the after school rush died down a bit, Jana was still nowhere in sight. Frowning, he pulled out his phone to text her.

Where are you?

The little blue messaged showed a Delivered. right underneath it. After a few seconds, the typing icon appeared and he stared at the three little dots on the screen.

Sorry, forgot Amber wanted to host a meeting for Ibiza. Meet me home.

He shrugged, figuring it probably wouldn't be too weird since he had always been going over to Jana’s house for years. Her mom surely didn’t mind and maybe George and Lucas wouldn’t either.

Before he could pocket his phone away, another text appeared.

Walk home with Lucas.

His eyes widened, feeling his heart race as he read the message over and over. Was Jana setting him up? It surely would be in her antics to do so. His fingers hovered over the keyboard, frantically thinking of what to say.

Are you setting me up?

The same Delivered. sign appeared again, but no texting icon. Jens was shaking his leg, impatient for an answer but after a minute or two, there was still no reply.

He was about to text her again, an emphasized JANA to get her attention until he heard someone walking over.

“Uhm,” the soft voice from a few feet away said. “Hi.”

Jens whipped his head up, looking up from his phone. Lucas was standing shyly, under the school’s courtyard tree. He gave him a small smile, though Jens noticed his seemed to harshly biting down on his bottom lip. A wave from his delicate fingers appeared, and once again, Jens felt his heart flutter along with it.

“Hey, Lucas right?” He asked, slipping his phone in his back pocket. That was a stupid question. Jens knew who he was, considering he had never left his mind from three days ago.

“Yeah, hi.” He said softly, approaching a little closer.

Lucas wore a denim jacket over a patterned knitted sweater and his Converse seemed like they would untie any minute. His curls were a bit looser, probably tousled by the wind. But they still looked soft and Jens had to resist the urge to wonder what they would feel like against his fingertips.

Speaking of fingertips, he found them fluttering a wave towards Lucas, just like he had when he first met him. The pink on Lucas’ cheeks returned, but Jens figured it could be from the slight chilly breeze.

“Uhm,” Lucas said, shifting his weight from side to side. “Jana told me she would be coming home late and I should just walk home with you.”

Jens couldn’t help but smile. Whether or not Jana actually planned this, he couldn’t pass up the chance to spend some time with Lucas. On his first day, Jens secretly hoped he would be in some of his classes but he sadly wasn’t. Instead, he only saw him in the halls before the next class and Lucas had his head down, so Jens couldn’t even get his attention.

“Sure, I was just waiting for you.” He replied with a grin, pulling the strap of his backpack a bit higher on his shoulder. “You ready to go?”

He nodded quickly and Jens gave him another smile. Lucas seemed to return the smile back but he ducked his head down before Jens could be sure.

It took Jens a second to realize he had to walk to Jana’s new house, which was in the opposite direction of her old house, his house and most of their friend’s houses. While it was on the other side, Jens was pretty much familiar with Antwerp entirely so he knew where he was headed. He wondered what it was like for Lucas, someone so new to the city.

“So how much of Antwerp have you seen?” He asked, as they walked pass some small shops and a bus stop.

Lucas shrugged, still hanging his head a little low, not meeting Jens’ eyes. “Not much. I think I came here once before last week?”

“Really?” Jens’ eyes widened in shock. “So it’s super new to you.”

“Yeah. I only came here for my Dad’s wedding.”

Jens frowned slightly. He was supposed to attend that wedding, but ended up going to some dance recital for his step-sisters. He wished he had went to the wedding instead, imagining how good Lucas must’ve looked all dressed up.

“Is Antwerp anything like where you’re from?”

He shook his head, but then tilted it up, with a thinking expression on his face.

“It’s a little like Utrecht. But I think Antwerp is a bit bigger. Utrecht is like a smaller Amsterdam.”

“I’ve been to Amsterdam once.” Jens recalled. “But I was a kid so I don’t remember much.”

“There’s a lot of…” He paused.

“Weed?”

“…Canals.” Lucas gave Jens a weird look, but there was a small smile on his face. Jens chuckled lightly, looking down at the ground.

His and Lucas’ walking pattern perfectly matched up.

-

When they arrived at the house, they realized it was empty. Lucas hummed softly to himself as he stepped inside, placing his bag down on the couch and headed into the kitchen. Jens followed, not really knowing how to go about.

Lucas turned on a kettle and opened up a cupboard, slightly looking over his shoulder and at Jens. While he wasn’t short, he did go on the tips of his toes to reach the shelves and pulled out two mugs.

“Do you want some tea?” He asked softly, and Jens couldn’t help but feel a warm fuzzy feeling wash over his body.

“Sure.” He replied, noticing the colour of the mugs, one red and the other blue.

And the designs.

They were almost like little sketches and doodles against their bright red or blue backgrounds. Jens took a closer looked and realized the doodles seemed to be clouds made up of flower petals, constellations of suns instead of stars and flowers with Saturn in its centre and shooting stars as the petals.

“These are some nice mugs.” He noted, taking a sip out of the blue one. The tea was hot and calming, with a sweet lingering taste of honey.

“Really?” Lucas asked shyly.

“Yeah. Where did you get them?”

“Uhm,” He gave Jens a small smile. “I painted them.”

“Really?” Jens said, rather impressed and taking a closer look at the designs. “It’s really creative, I love it.”

“Thanks. I made a bunch of them before I moved here.” Lucas gave Jens another shy look. “Do you want to see some other stuff I have painted?”

“Sure.” He said with a smile, feeling his heart flutter again.

Lucas placed his tea down and abandoned it on the counter. Jens on the other hand, carried his mug and followed Lucas to his room.

He had expected to see his walls with canvases or artworks place on it, like a little gallery. But instead, there wasn’t what he was greeted with. Jens marvelled in awe, as he noticed that all of Lucas’ furniture was painted with similar abstract designs. They weren’t exactly like the ones on the mug, but it was clear they were painted by the same hands.

He walked a little closer, looking at the way Lucas had chosen to design his bed frame. The paint was dry and the wood was smooth, but his fingers traced over the designs, fluttering over them.

“Do you like it?” He heard Lucas ask in his small voice.

“It’s amazing.” Jens turned around to face him. “Was this what you were working on last weekend?”

“Pretty much.” He hung his head down again. “I kind of got into an angsty mood moving here. I didn’t really want to move in the first place so I kind of locked myself in my room and tried to find a way to annoy my dad.”

“Has he seen it?”

Lucas let a small smile escape his lips and Jens felt himself fall for him all over again.

“Yeah he has. Kind of failed pissing him off but he’s kind of impressed by my unconventional canvases.”

Jens smiled, leaning against end of the bed frame as Lucas shyly walked over and leaned against it as well. His body was close to his, and Jens had to suck in a breath and hold it, before he made it painfully obvious just how much his body reacted to the other boy.

“At least you’re in a good mood now.” Jens’s voice was low, dropped into a whisper.

Lucas’ cheeks turned pink again, and this time, he was sure it was a blush. Testing the waters a bit, he let his fingers flutter over Lucas’, as though their waves were meeting for the first time.

He didn’t remove his hand away.

“Yeah, uhm, I kinda felt better a few days ago.” Lucas whispered. “After uhm, meeting you.”

“Really?” Jens asked, his face lighting up.

“Yeah, Jana teased me relentlessly about it.”

“Don’t worry she probably teased me just as much.”

“I actually think she set this up.” Lucas giggled.

“Did I hear my name?” A sing-song voice came from down the hall, making their head turn towards Lucas’s door.

Jana peaked her head inside, and upon seeing their close proximity and hand over the other, she squealed.

“I knew it!” She cried, holding her hands up high as she grinned widely.

Jens only rolled his eyes and snorted, as Lucas covered his mouth with his other hand and leaned closer into Jens’ body, hiding the now, very pink blush all over his face.

Buried Boxes and Bashful Booths.

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Despite the amount of weeks Lucas had spent in Antwerp, it still feels a little weird to call it home. Maybe he just needed a bit more convincing. 

Continuation of “Fluttering Fingers and Flushed Faces.”

It had started to become a routine.

Lucas didn’t think he could ever enjoy waking up on a school morning. And most times, he still didn’t. A lot of his time at school was spent alone, not having any classes with his step-sister Jana or hardly seeing her during the lunch break either. The only time he did see her was before the first bell and after the last bell, and it felt like an eternity in-between.

But he found himself waiting down the minutes of the school day for a different reason. He didn’t expect the whole thing was going to become a routine, but it slowly did. It started of gradual, once every week, twice every week and now, almost three times every week. Lucas questioned Jana about it once, before they went to bed one night. But she only gave him a mischievous smirk, ruffled his hair and winked.

“Night Luc,” She said before closing her bedroom door. “Sweet dreams.”

Lucas didn’t think he would get any other answer, so that was the last time he asked. Instead, he tried not to question it so much and allowed himself to be apart of it. This so called routine that resulted in the cute boy he had met on his step-sister’s floor hanging out in his room multiple times a week.

“You still have some boxes you haven’t unpacked.” Jens noted, gesturing to the boxes Lucas had shoved in his closet. From where Jens was sitting on the bed, it was in his direct line of sight.

Shifting on his chair, Lucas took his attention away from the English homework on his desk and over to where Jens was looking. He was right. About three boxes were stacked to the side, his sweaters and jackets just briefly hanging over them.

“I guess I do.” He replied, without much indication of a tone and shrugged.

Jens narrowed his eyes on him, as if he was trying to find an expression on his blank face. There was none.

He watched him bounce off his bed and towards the boxes, dragging them out and staring down at them. They weren’t sealed, but the flaps were closed as if Lucas intended for them to never be opened. He watched as Jens’ eyes narrowed in on them, like he had on Lucas earlier. Only this time, it seemed like he had more of a reaction from some inanimate cardboard boxes rather than Lucas’ own face.

“I could unpack them for you if you wanted.” He suggested.

He raised a brow and gave a light chuckle. “Don’t you have anything better to do?”

Jens shrugged, pouting his bottom lip out. “Schultz’s homework sounds like a problem for another day.”

Lucas had no idea which teacher in the school ‘Schultz’ was, and he had no idea what they taught either.

“Besides,” Jens added. “I unpacked all of Jana’s boxes in a days work. How hard can three boxes be to kill some time before she comes home?”

“Where is she anyway?” He asked, puzzled.

Shrugging again, Jens responded. “Not sure. I think Amber had something after school that required all the girls to tag along.” He looked at Lucas again, a small smirk on his face as he came a little closer. “So, can I? I’m pretty good at it. Even sorted through all of Jana’s jewelry.”

“Was that what you were doing on the floor?” Lucas felt the corners of his lips turn up into a grin.

Jens warmly chuckled, which ironically ran a cold shiver down Lucas’ spine.

“Are you teasing me Luc?” He said with a smirk. “Do you know how long I waited to be a victim of your torment?”

“Sorry.” His face flushed pink and he tried to hide it by looking down. “I think Jana is rubbing off on me.”

“No, don’t be sorry.” Jens’ voice was warm, just like his laugh and it felt like a tickle down Lucas’ back. “It’s…”

“Nice?”

“…Nice.” He smiled at him, before pointing at the boxes again. “So, may I?”

Lucas shrugged. Maybe if Jens was doing it, it wouldn’t be so lonely to be emptying those specific boxes in the first place.

“Sure go ahead.” He said, before turning around to try to focus back on his homework.

He felt Jens sit down in the floor, picking up the first box and opening it. Lucas tried to focus on the rough draft of the essay he was supposed to be doing, but he couldn’t help but think about what Jens would be unpacking. It wasn’t like it was anything embarrassing, but he didn’t have an explanation as to why he was putting off the unpacking.

“Are these your friends in Utrecht?” Jens asked, and Lucas had no choice but to turn around and look at him.

Jens didn’t lift his head from looking at the multiple photos he had in his hand. He must’ve found one of the many envelopes Lucas had kept them in.

“Yeah.” He responded softly, as Jens began to look through them. He could make out some of the photographs, seeing some of the familiar faces he had come to know and love being admired by the new face he was starting to feel a love for.

“You must have been popular.” Jens teased, showing off a large group photo from some party. Lucas smiled sadly, realizing it was actually from his going away party.

“No, not really.” He shook his head, trying not to feel the yearning for his old life in his heart.

Jens flipped through some of the photos again, before wrinkling his nose at one of them. It wasn’t of disgust but after living for a few weeks with Jana, Lucas had come to know the familiar look teasing very well.”

“Is this your boyfriend?” He asked, holding up a photo.

Lucas smiled upon recognizing it. It was of him and Kes, an arm wrapped around him and slightly on his chest, Kes’ hand even holding his wrist gently. They were caught in the middle of a laugh, the bright sun kissing both of them and allowing a golden glow to emerge through the photograph. Lucas had always loved that photo. It has been one of his favourite memories.

“No, not my boyfriend.” Lucas rolled his eyes and snorted. “He was just my best friend back home.”

Slowly nodding, Jens put it towards the back of the pile before looking through some more photos. Lucas tapped his fingers in his leg lightly, thinking about his old and new life. He was trying hard to adjust, he really was. But he wasn’t exactly in the best mood about the whole thing, especially at the start of it. He had a lot of angst, having to leave his mom, his friends and the one city he knew behind. He sulked for weeks. Of course, starting to get close to Jana and slowly befriending Jens had helped, but he still felt like a stranger in this new home.

“You must miss it, don’t you?” Jens asked softly.

“I do.” He looked past Jens’ head and through his window. “Antwerp just isn’t home yet.”

Before Jens could reply, they heard some excited footsteps down the hall. Jana skipped into the room and instantly went over to sit on the edge of Lucas’ bed, close to where Jens was sitting on the floor. Her hair was a tousled mess but the bright grin on her face was radiating, and Lucas almost forgot the conversation him and Jens were having beforehand.

“Okay guys, guess what!” She exclaimed with a chap of hands.

Jens snorted and shook his head. “What are you about to drag us into?”

“Well, I just heard from Zoë that Senne is hosting a party this weekend and she says we should definitely go.”

“At his place?” Jens asked, raising his brow. Lucas had no idea who this Senne person was, but he did remember Zoë. After Jana introduced him on his first day, she was nice enough to show him to his first class.

“He got access to it for the weekend. Some family plan to get him to move back in with them but he still refuses.” She explained. “Anyway, we have to go. Senne’s friends are ridiculously cute.”

“Luca isn’t all that.” Jens snorted again.

“Luca?” Lucas asked, thinking it was probably the only thing he could contribute to the conversation.

“Oh my gosh Luc, you’ll think he’s so cute.” Jana said.

He wrinkled his nose. “No thanks, his name is too similar to mine. It’s kind of narcissistic.”

Jana rolled her eyes while Jens had to hold back from laughing. “Fine whatever, but you have to come.” She pleaded. “It’ll be your first ever Belgian party. Nobody parties like us.”

Lucas laughed and leaned back a bit. “I truly beg to differ. Have you ever been to a Dutch party?”

“No.” She crossed her arms in a playful defence. “But I’m sure it’s not as good as our parties.”

“You sure about that?” Jens asked, grabbing both of their attention. He held up a photograph from pile he was still sorting through. “Because I think Lucas knows what makes a real party.”

Lucas’ eyes widened as he recognized the photo Jens was holding up. It was from his second year in high school, passed out on someone’s random couch with glitter all over his face as he hugged a bottle of vodka. Kes and Jayden, were hovering over him, joints in their mouths as they held up peace signs, clearly making fun of the boy who had blacked out in front of them. To make matters even better, or worse, Lucas noticed he was wrapped up in Isa’s fluffy white jacket. He had no idea who took this photo or who’s party it was, but his face flushed red in horror.

“Oh my god Jens.” He cried, getting up from his chair. “Give that back!”

He lunged forward, but Jens was quick. He bounced on his bed and threw Jana’s body as an obstacle between them, creating a diversion. Lucas acted quickly, and chased Jens down the hall and into Jana’s room, while she tried to stop the both of them, all of them unable to keep in their laughter.

-

Lucas felt congested.

The party was full of people and he held a half empty bottle of beer in his hand, not even remotely interested to drink it.

He felt a little awkward, standing in the corner of the room just watching everyone. He had tried to oppose coming in the first place, but Jana was very persistent and practically dragged him out of the house to come along. He felt a little better when they met up with Jens half way, to which they stole glances at each other not so discretely. Lucas couldn't help it. Jens looked good in the grew crewneck sweater he had, despite the late autumn chill to the air. His hair looked softer than usual and fell a bit more in his face, and Lucas wished they were just in his room talking as opposed to a room full of people he hardly knew or had any interest in knowing.

Sighing, he took another sip of the beer. His head started to spin and it wasn't from the alcohol. Lucas needed to step outside, for a moment or even, long enough until he figured out a way to get back home. It wasn't so early into the party or so late at night. He could easily have said he went as easily as he could go home without looking like a complete loner.

Besides, it wasn't like anyone knew him anyway. Nobody would miss him. The only people who even knew he was here were Jens and Jana, and they were well gone with other people. Downing the last of his beer, he tossed it into a recycling bin, hearing its glass clatter against others. Lucas hadn't bothered to take off his jacket since coming here, so he had everything he needed before heading out.

It took a bit, but he eventually found the front door. Lucas took one last look over his shoulder, wondering if he could see anyone, more significantly Jens, before he headed out. But just as he was about to step out of the doorframe, he walked right into someone.

He had walked right into Jens.

Wincing, Lucas rubbed his forehead, the one that had took a hard hit from Jens chin, as Jens was trying to regain his balance from Lucas walking straight into him. They both groaned, recollecting themselves, before looking at each other. Confused.

"Luc?" Jens asked, in a hoarse voice. "Were you leaving?"

Busted. He thought.

"Yeah," He admitted, looking down at the ground to avoid eye contact. "I'm not really feeling it tonight."

By now, Lucas was familiar to what it felt being underneath Jens' studying eyes. He knew he was crouching a bit, trying to get a good look at the expression he was hiding.

"Would you," Jens began to say, a little hesitantly. "Would you like to head out with me?"

"You want to head out?" Lucas asked, surprised as he furrowed his brows at him. "With me?" The last part came out more like a squeak and he hoped the warmth on his face was from the alcohol.

Jens seemed to take an amusement at his reaction, chuckling lightly. "Yes, with you."

"Wouldn't you want to stay behind?"

"Am I supposed to?"

"No." He paused. "Why?"

"I'm not really feeling it tonight." His lips turned up into a small smile, and Lucas instantly knew that the warmth on his face was not from the alcohol.

He didn't really know what to say. But that didn't seem to bother Jens. He did a motion with his head, an indication to get Lucas to follow him. Lucas shrugged, and figured that even if he didn't want to, he would follow anyway.

They walked away from the house, and Lucas was at least grateful that the alcohol in his system managed to give him a warm fuzzy feeling. But he knew he didn't have just the alcohol to thank. He side-eyed Jens a little, watching as he tilted his head up to the sky, hands in his pockets and an almost permanent smile resting on his face.

"It's awfully warm out tonight." Jens noted, his voice sounding airy and light.

“Awfully?” Lucas asked, with a slight smirk.

Jens grinned at his attempt at teasing, and he nudged Lucas gently with his elbow.

“Fine. Gratefully warm out.” He dipped his head a bit, to grab Lucas’ attention. “Better?”

“Better.”

They smiled at each other, Lucas feeling so much better than he had at the party. Jens just had that effect on him. It was almost impossible to feel even the slightest angst with him and Lucas actually found himself feeling rather grateful for that.

As they continued walking, Lucas noticed they seemed to be heading into a small square, with shops lining up and cafe tables sitting outside, empty. He frowned. He may not be super aware of where everything was in Antwerp, but he knew for sure that this wasn’t the way home.

“Uhm, Jens? I think we’re heading the wrong way.”

He only shook his head. “No, I meant for us to go this way.”

Lucas paused. “Why?”

“Remember what I said to you the first week we met? I told you I could show you around.”

“Yeah but,” He tilted his head and looked at him weirdly. “Nothing is open. Everything is closed. There’s nobody here.”

“Well that’s the beauty of it, isn’t it?” He gave him a wide grin, and Lucas couldn’t help but be rather intrigued by it. “Come on, I want to show you something.”

Just like he had earlier, Jens made the little indication with his head to follow him. And figuring he had no opposition in doing so, Lucas did. They walked past a few shops, their display windows too dim and dark for Lucas to even make out what they were selling. In any other setting, it would’ve felt as though they were walking through a ghost town.

Jens lead him to a small booth, covered by a red curtain beside what appeared to be camera store, judging by the sign. He pushed the curtain aside in a singular swift motion, revealing a photo booth.

“Ta da!” Jens sang out, dramatically showcasing it to him.

He let out a light chuckle. “You brought me to a photo booth?”

“Sure did.” He sounded rather impressed.

“Why?”

“Well I noticed you didn’t have any photos of Antwerp just yet. I figured maybe I could be in your first set.” Jens said this rather shyly, much different from the confident pride he has on just a few seconds ago.

“Really?” Lucas asked, feeling his face blush as he grinned softly at Jens.

“Yeah, come on!”

Jens hopped in first, before taking his hand and pulling him in. The seat in the booth could’ve easily fit two people, but with the way he had pulled Lucas in, he ended up leaning over top of him. Very close to be sitting on top of him in general. Lucas felt himself squeal and giggle against Jens, taking in the affection of the other boy. He didn’t know how intoxicated Jens was, but the funny thing was, Lucas didn’t even smell a hint of weed or alcohol off of him.

He didn’t let go of his grasp on Lucas, only fiddling around with the coins in his pocket before dropping them in the little slot. The little screen stated that they had three pictures to take and they began frantically adjusting themselves before the camera’s countdown.

They hardly had time to position before the first pose. It was more of a candid shot if anything. Jens had both of his arms wrapped around Lucas’ waist, pressing his head against his arm as Lucas was still in a burst of giggles. His eyes were shut tight but Jens smiled cheekily at the screen.

The second one was a little more organized. Lucas brought his hand to the bottom half of Jens’ face, squishing it slightly as he felt him smile against it. Lucas was a bit too distracted to turn his face towards the screen, so the camera captured him looking at Jens, smiling widely and completely smitten.

Lastly, Jens and him faced the screen, smiling widely at it. But at the very last second, right before he heard the shutter go off, Lucas felt the softest of lips touch his cheek, capturing a kiss that definitely had him turning pink.

-

When Lucas woke up the next morning, he brushed his fingers against Jens’ soft hair. The other boy was still sound asleep, softly snoring in the soft glow of the morning and covered by his blankets. He didn’t really remember much from last night after his and Jens’ little adventure. What he did remember was Jana calling them as they pocketed their photos, sounding completely wasted. They must’ve rescued her and brought her home, where Jens decided he was just going to crash. Probably due to their parents’ wishes, Jens was told to sleep in Lucas’ room.

He wasn’t sure if Jens was supposed to take the floor or the bed, but something must’ve convinced them to both take the bed and sleep together. And in any other situation, Lucas would’ve be probably felt weird to share a bed with his crush. A crush who had in fact, kissed him last night. He wasn’t sure where there friendship went from here, but he knew that wasn’t something he really needed to worry about.

Gently slipping out of bed, and careful not to wake Jens up, Lucas headed over to the other side of the room. The boxes Jens had been unpacking still laid on the floor, photos still scattered within them. Rummaging through a bit, he picked a few of them out and picked up a few picture frames from the other box. Quietly, he sat on the floor, finding peace within the early sunshine and quiet of the morning.

When Lucas was finally done, he placed the photo frames on his dresses. Most of them were filled with photos from Utrecht, all of his favourite and loved people filling up this new little corner of his life. He knew they always had a place in his heart, no matter where in the world he was.

But now, sat another frame, in the midst of it all. The frame held three pictures, taken only a few hours ago, with the boy who had made every part of his new life just as good as his old one.

Because sometimes, home wasn’t just a place you could point at on a map. Sometimes home was made up of the people around you.

And as Lucas climbed back in bed, careful not to disturb the sleeping boy who pulled him in closer to his chest, he realized that he could get used to his new home.

Shy Smiles and Soft Snuggles.

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Lucas takes Jens and Jana on a weekend trip to Utrecht. When Jana teases them about the status of their relationship, it has Lucas thinking about making it official.

Continuation of “ Buried Boxes and Bashful Booths.”

“The train!” Lucas yelled as he tried to keep up with Jens and Jana.

The three of them raced down the platform, lunging their overnight bags on their side or their backs as they tried to make it to the train to Utrecht. The train they had taken to Antwerp’s main station was delayed by five minutes, which meant they had to get to the train to Utrecht in the next ten seconds if they didn’t want to miss it.

Luckily, Jens practically flung himself through the doors, holding it open just in time for Jana and Lucas to hope on. They took a second to catch their breath, panting heavily as they tried to find their seats.

When they did, they threw their bangs down and sat. Lucas and Jens placed their bags beside Jana, so they could have a bit more room on their shared seats.

“I thought we were going to miss it.” Jana said, still catching her breath. “So much for thinking we had that five minutes to spare.”

“I hate running.” Lucas pouted, before letting his body weight fall on top of Jens.

Jens groaned, but shifted a little to make sure he and Lucas were more comfortable. Jana laughed at the frown Lucas had on his face for having to be shifted into a new position, and she shook her head.

“Are you excited for us to meet your friends?” She asked. “You get to introduce them to a sister and a boyfriend.” She teased.

“We aren’t boyfriends!” He and Jens said in unison, which only fuelled her amusement.

“Yeah right.” She crossed her arms and looked at them with a smug smile. “You guys are definitely more than friends.”

“Well what if we’re just doing it to fool you?” Jens teased back. “You’re the one who keeps teasing us, maybe we’re just putting on an act for you.”

Jana snorted. “Please, I would hope the both of you hanging around each other almost 24/7 isn’t because of me.”

“Should I ask you for permission first?” Jens teased again, matching her smug smile. “Have your blessing so I can date your brother?”

“I would hope my brother had better choices in boys.” She shot back, and Lucas let out a laugh.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure Jens knows you’ll kick his ass if anything happens to me.” He assured.

“So your friends,” Jens asked, turning away from Jana and raising a brow. “Have you told them anything?”

“They know as much as Jana knows.” He said with a smirk.

“I hardly know anything!” She cried, throwing her hands up in the air. “What did you tell them? That Jens was just some random kid we picked up and decided to bring along for the weekend?”

“Basically.” Lucas shrugged, now turning to wink at Jens. “I said you were a charity case.”

“Oh fuck off.” He snorted, lightly pushing him off. Lucas only laughed and fell on top of him again, only reviewing a chuckle and a roll of eyes as retaliation.

“Alright, I want peace and quiet for the next hour.” Jana instructed. “Faoucci’s math test fried by brain during my last class. I need time to heal.” She eyes the both of them seriously, narrowing her eyes and pointing at the two of them. “If you both leave me here and abandon me at the stop, you’ll both be sorry.”

-

“Oh fuck no.” Lucas said, as he saw two familiar faces standing next to a small black car in the train station’s parking lot.

Both of the boys standing there waved at him, giving him mischievous smiles before they raced over. As much as Lucas wanted to pretend he wasn’t happy to see them, he felt a sudden burst of adrenaline shot through him and ran up a bit. When the three of them had gotten close enough, they enveloped into a hug.

“Luc!” Kes laughed, hugging the right side of him tightly. “We thought we’d never see you again!”

“It’s not the same without you!” Jayden dramatically cried into Lucas’ left shoulder, only to get snorts of laughter from the other two boys.

When they pulled apart, Lucas turned around and saw that Jens and Jana had caught up to him. Jana had a wide smile on her face, the breeze blowing her hair in the wind as Jens tried to look composed with his straight posture and confident grin.

“Hey guys, these are the people I brought.” He said, standing off to the side a bit so he could properly introduce them. “This is my sister Jana and my friend Jens. Jens, Jana, these are my friends Kes and Jayden.”

“The charity case huh?” Kes said with a smirk. “If I didn’t know any better, I would have figured he was your-“

Lucas shot him a glare which made Kes quickly shut up. Kes gave him a smug look, much to his dismay.

“Damn, does everyone in Belgium look like you guys? I might have to consider moving.” Jayden said, smiling at the both of them.

Lucas felt his face burn up as Jens and Jana chuckled, obviously flattered by Jayden’s compliment.

“Well it’s a pleasure to meet you.” Jana said with a smile, as Jens managed to give both Kes and Jayden some handshakes.

“Luc, we got a car so we don’t have to train back to Jayden’s place.” Kes explained. “It’s going to be a tight fit but I’m sure they’ll find a way to fit all of you in the flat.”

“Come on!” Jayden called out, pulling some car keys out of his jacket pocket. “I’m driving.”

“Oh we are so fucked.” Lucas muttered under his breath, causing everyone around them to laugh.

They all started to heard towards the car, with Lucas following slowly behind. Jayden, who seemed very interested in Jana, was walking beside her, as Kes basically lead the entire group. Lucas felt his face flush when he noticed Jens walking beside him. Feeling the familiar nudge to his shoulder, he looked up and was greeted by a satisfied smirk from the tall raven haired boy.

“So, do you think I’m cute enough to move countries for?” He asked, a smirk on his lips.

Lucas scoffed. “You’re cute for a Belgian.”

He continued walking, trying to hide a smile from his face as Jens took a pause, standing there and thinking about what Lucas had just said.

“Hey!” He called out, Lucas whipping his head around to teasingly grin the boy behind him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

-

“We are going to get wasted!” Isa cried out, throwing her arms around Jana who was becoming a giggling mess.

“Aren’t you already?” Liv shouted over the music, groaning as she shook her head, following them across the room.

Lucas shook his head, laughing and knowing the two girls were probably going to find some more alcohol. He could already envision the horrible hangover that awaited them the next morning.

“Hey,” Jens nudged his arm gently. “I’m going to go smoke some weed. Come out with me?”

“Was that pun intended?” Lucas laughed.

“What pun?”

“Never mind.” He shook his head, while still chuckling. “Sure, let’s go.”

They headed outside of the house and towards the front lawn, leaning on the gates. Everybody else seemed to be inside. Lucas had already lost sight of Kes and Jayden about five minutes after entering the house. And if they weren’t outside smoking weed, it was a definite loss cause to even try to find them amidst the crowd of people.

Jens took out a lighter from his back pocket and a pre-rolled joint from the back of his ear. He lit the end of it, and Lucas couldn’t help but almost gawk at how attractive he found it. As Jens took a hit and let the smoke curl out of his lips, Lucas could feel his heart race and body go to complete jelly.

He passed the joint to him and he took it gratefully. The weed seemed to calm his nerves down a bit, and he was pleasantly surprised with its familiarity.

“Where’d you get Nederlands weed?” He asked Jens, who took the joint from him again.

“Your friend Kes gave it to me before we got here. He gave me a few actually.” He pulled out two more pre-rolled joints from his front pocket. “I hope he doesn’t think I’m going to smoke them all in one night. I don’t have that tolerance to this type of weed.”

“I hope he’s not doing that either.” Lucas scoffed.

He watched as Jens tilted his head back in a light laugh, more smoke coming out of his lips and making Lucas suck in a breath.

“Your friends are really nice.” He noted. “I can see why it was hard to leave them.”

“They’re chaotic as hell.” He snorted, but gave a small smile. “But I can’t believe how much I actually missed their chaos.”

“It must be nice to be back home at least. How does it feel?”

“Weird. I know in a way it’s still home but it’s weird to be a visitor.” He managed to look up and give Jens a small smile. “But I’m glad you came along?”

“Yeah?” He smirked. “I’m glad you brought me along too.”

Lucas knew his face probably had a light blush to it, and he looked down at his shoes to hide it. He felt Jens lean a little more to the gate, reaching out and letting the sides of their hands touch. Lucas felt something fuzzy inhabit his body, and it only made the blush on his face feel warmer.

“Have you ever thought about what Jana said earlier?” Jens asked, a little hesitation in his voice.

Looking at him, Lucas gave him a confused loo. “What did she say?”

“Well she mentioned us being boyfriends.”

“Oh.” He didn’t really know what to say. “I mean, I have.”

“Really?” He seemed rather surprised.

“Yeah, have you?”

“Yeah, I have.”

He widened his grin. “Really? Since when?”

“Probably since I met you. I looked at you and thought, wow, this guy has to be the one who puts up with me.”

“You’re kidding?” Lucas asked in disbelief.

“I’m not.” Jens leaned in forward and whispered to him. “I really thought that.”

Lucas smiled, blushing again and felt himself staring into Jens’ eyes. His eyes then lowered onto his lips, their soft pink colour looking down bright against the dim sky. He wanted to lean forward, to stand on the tips of his toes and wrap his arms around the other boy, finally doing what he had thought the second he had looked at him.

Just before he was going to do it, they were quickly interrupted by Liv shouting at them from the front steps of the house.

“Luc, Jens!” She called out. “We need you to carry Jana home, her and Isa just threw up all over the place.”

“Classic.” Jens laughed as he nodded at her. “Okay, we’ll be right there.”

Lucas bit his hip, a little disappointed that their moment had been ruined. Trying not to let it show so much on his face, he tried to crack a small chuckle.

“Looks like the party is ending earlier than we thought.” He managed to say, as they walked towards the house.

Jens laughed again. “Sorry us Belgians have a weaker tolerance than you Dutch.”

He shook his head. “Didn’t you hear Liv? It was both Jana and Isa throwing up.”

“Isa doesn’t stand a chance against that Dutch tolerance does she?”

“Nope. It wouldn’t be a party without her losing to it each time.”

They arrived into the house and were greeted quickly by the rest of this friends. Poor Isa was being held up by Kes and Jayden, her eyelids dropping as she groaned from her nausea. They found Jana being held up by Isa, her face pale and her voice slurred.

“Liv, Liv, Liv, look!” She exclaimed, pointing at both Jens and Lucas. “My rescuers have come to save me!” She pouted her lips. “My favourite pair of boyfriends.”

“In a different country but the party routine still commences, doesn’t it Jana?” Jens teased, ignoring the last part and walking towards her side. He slung one arm around him, letting her shift some of her weight onto him. He nodded at Lucas. “Come get her other side.”

“Oh yeah.” Lucas said, figuring to ignore what Jana had said as well. He walked over, Liv placing her gently onto him.

“Looks like Isa finally found her drinking buddy.” Jayden laughed, before opening the front door with his foot.

“Too bad she lives on the other side of the border.” Jens snorted. “She won’t be able to party like this every weekend.”

“Oh thank god.” Liv said from behind them, rolling her eyes as they all headed out the door.

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“Even in a different country, I still manage to sleep beside you.” Jens chuckled as he slid into the empty space on the bed beside him.

Sleeping arrangements turned out to be fairly easy. The second they had walked into the flat, Isa and Jana both collapsed onto the two couches. Liv seemed decently pleased, knowing she wouldn’t have to share her bed. They threw some blankets on them, chilled out in the kitchen for awhile before eventually heading off to bed. Since Ralph was gone for the weekend, Lucas and Jens were able to crash in his room while Kes was forced to make do with Jayden.

“Some things never change.” Lucas said with a smile, instantly feeling some of Jens’ radiating heat off of him. Instinctively, he moved in a little closer, minimizing the space that laid between them.

“Hey.” Jens whispered in the dark, smiling brightly that his teeth shown like the stars.

Lucas giggled. “Hi.”

“You know, it’s kind of nice that I’ve gotten used to sleeping beside you.” He whispered. “It doesn’t make this place feel any different than home.”

“Does it feel different?” He asked, frowning a little. “Do you feel weird being here?”

“No!” He shook his head quickly, and chuckled. “No, of course not. I actually love it here. It’s a nice place to make a life out of.”

“Oh.” He paused. “I kind of want to move back here after high school.”

“For university?”

“Probably.”

“I’d come with you.”

He widened his eyes in surprise. “You would follow me here?”

“Sure, why not?” Jens shrugged. “It’s not that far away from Antwerp. Close enough for me to visit my parents and far enough that they have no control over me.” Now Jens paused. “To be honest, I think I would prefer the distance actually.”

“Are things at home not good?” Lucas asked softly and nervously, hoping it wouldn’t upset Jens.

But Jens only chuckled again. “No, it’s not that. Things could be better though. I don’t think I’ve ever told you this, but I’m also a child of divorce. Except instead of living with my dad, who by the way, moved all the way to Switzerland of all places, I live with my mom. And the second marriage brought some baggage, also known as my evil step sisters.”

“I thought it was going to be strange from going from an only child to having a sister.” He admitted. “But it’s actually pretty cool. It’s like having a permanent friend with you all the time.”

“Yeah, you got the lucky deck handed to you. I don’t think my sisters even tried being remotely decent towards me.” His voice lowered a bit. “To be honest, I almost got a little jealous over Jana. When she told me she was getting a brother and he was really nice, I was a little upset that I didn’t get a nice sibling.”

“Oh.” He paused again. “Sorry.”

“It’s not your fault.” Jens smiled. “I was lucky she got you. You ended up being one of the nicest people I’ve ever met, and now I have no idea what I would do without you.”

“Oh.” His voice went up in a delight as he smiled back at him. “I don’t know what I would do without you either.”

Jens looked at him softly, bringing a hand up to the side of his face and tucking some loose curls behind his ear. Lucas held his breath, feeling his heart race and the familiar fuzzy feeling take over. It was the same feeling he had gotten earlier, right before they were interrupted, just before Lucas was going to kiss him.

“Luc,” He said quietly, not taking his eyes off of him. “You do know I like you more than a friend, right?”

“I know. It, just.” He trailed off.

“Just what?”

“Well I haven’t asked you to be my boyfriend yet because I haven’t kissed you yet.” Lucas blurted out. “And I know I shouldn’t be scared to because I know you feel the same way I do and even if you didn’t I know you wouldn’t make me feel bad about it but I just don’t know when’s the perfect time to do it and then I panic and over think and then I miss my chance and then I-“

Lucas was quickly cut off by a kiss.

It took him a second for his brain to register it, but when he did, he instantly melted against it. Jens was holding his face firmly while still managing to make the kiss soft and gently. Lucas hummed into the kiss, almost having to hold his breath as he felt his chest tighten with so much euphoria. The space between them didn’t exist, and Lucas trailed his hand to Jens’ jawline, tilting it so he could have more of him. Lucas felt him smile against his lips, and it felt like a breath of fresh air. He could almost feel Jens’ own heart beating against his chest and he wondered if he could feel his.

He wondered why he hadn’t kissed him sooner. He wished he had. If he had known it was going to be like this then maybe Lucas wouldn't have felt so shy about his little crush.

But he also didn’t mind the waiting. He didn’t mind that he got to spend time with Jens before this, to really know him and understand him. To have had their shy glances exchanged for shy smiles to eventual shy affections.

Lucas didn’t mind the waiting. Because right now, the moment was perfect. And he wouldn’t have had it any other way.

Eventually they pulled apart, staring at each other in awe. Lucas couldn’t stop holding his face as he marvelled at the boy in front of him. The boy he had fallen so hard for, despite the short amount of time he had known him for. But with the way he was being marvelled at and also being held in the hands of Jens, he knew there was no more questioning between them.

“Now can you ask me to be your boyfriend?” Jens asked, his voice panting a little as he tried to regulate his breathing.

Giggling, Lucas leaned his forehead forward, pressing it against his.

“Will you be my boyfriend?” He asked in a whispered.

And he smiled. Because he already knew the answer.

-

Lucas was barely awake when he heard the bedroom door swing open. Groaning, he opened his eyes halfway and saw Jana standing there. She looked way better than she had last night, and based on the brightness on her face, she was definitely way more alive.

“Wake up.” She instructed them, flinging her hands everywhere. “We’re gonna roam around Utrecht today and we have to hit all the spots.

“Few more minutes.” Jens groaned, his eyes still shut and his head still buried in the pillows.

Jana narrowed her eyes at them. It didn’t take her long to realize the way they had fallen asleep. Jens hand one arm tucked under Lucas, his hand wrapped around to his back. Lucas was practically shoved into his chest, as one leg was thrown over him, peeking from the tangled blanket that halfway laid on top of them. Jens had his other hand thrown over Lucas’ waist, and it was unlike any sleeping position Jana had ever seen them in.

“Oh my god, it finally happened.” She squealed.

“What?” Lucas mumbled, trying to sit up but Jens only pulled him back down.

“Ignore her.” He mumbled.

He could hear Jana excitedly running towards the kitchen, which he figured everyone else was at based on where the sound of a clatter of dishes, smell of breakfast food and chatting voices came from. He wanted to sit up, to try to figure out what was happening but Jens’ grip was tight and firm. There was no escape to it.

“You guys!” He heard Jana exclaim. “I told you! I told you all! Lucas and Jens, they’re boyfriends!”

“I called it first!” He heard Kes yell, envisioning him scrambling through the kitchen to go declare it to them personally.

Knowing his friends were going to instantly swarm into the room and interrogate them, Lucas ducked underneath the blanket as Jens’ chest vibrated with a laugh. He felt Jens kiss the top of the curls that peaked out from out of the blanket as he pushed himself closer to his chest.

At least only one of their flushed faces would be given away.

# is it over now?⠀⠀𓏵 ゜𓈒 ۫

— “Your new girl is my clone”

“Look at the clock! It’s 00:00!” hyunjin said while looking at the clock “Make a wish, guys!”

All eyes closed, one dream. ¿Will the 8 finally find love or will they suffer in the attempt?

Bangchan: Coming Soon!

Lee know: Coming Soon!

Changbin: Coming Soon!

Hyunjin: Coming Soon!

Flo's note: I said I was going to write but the ideas went away 100% Originally it was going to be a series dedicated to 100 of Taylor's songs but I decided to just keep the titles! **Pss: Listen to the songs I'll put in the beginning for a little more drama!**, First it will be hyung line and then maknae line! I promise not to be too harsh with the endings but there will be angst.

Tw: Before you read the stories, they all contain smut, if it's not your type I recommend you don't read! Minors Don't Interact!

‘Who Really Cares..?‘

MINI SERIES BLURB

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warnings | This series will contain:

toxic enemies with benefits, mentions of dub con + light smut, physical and mental abuse, manipulation, dark themes, fluff + angst, (will add more warnings if needed)

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It started at a party. You met Rafe, he was charming as per usual. He is a kook prince, so it wasn’t really surprising. After a few drinks, before you knew it, you were in his mansion, in his bedroom hooking up.

It was unintentional. You didn’t think that one hook up would lead to you two being friends with benefits.

But who really cares..?

Could you even call it friends? I mean. He was a total complete douche.

For example, after you guys fucked he would get up like nothing happened and put his clothes back on. Usually he would hop in the shower for a long 20 minutes and expect you to be gone.

On other occasions, he would fall asleep; even when you fell asleep with him, he didn’t really mind it as he knew you’d be gone in the morning anyways.

Sometimes he would call you over just to rant. His rants usually consisted of his father and/or random girls he was with which he had broken up with in the span of weeks or even says. Then that rant would lead to heavy sex which would only be for his benefit.

Whenever you wanted him over, you’d always pick out your favourite lace sets to show off to him.

It’s not like you liked him like that, it’s just that it’s sometimes comforting to have a males opinion on your lingerie and how sexy you look on a scale from 1-10.

Your parents were semi-rich. Your mum was a kook and your dad was a pogue. Even though you lived on figure eight, you sometimes enjoyed going down to the cut to go and hang out with your other friends. (Who Rafe didn’t like) but who really cares..?

Your most favourite thing to do was to go to parties with your friends from both tribes, Kooks and Pogues. And when you did, it was fucking fantastic.

Yeah, you loved to have an excuse to get ready and look hot as shit but you also loved getting wasted at parties.

Though, this particular party kinda didn’t go to plan.

You didn’t know Rafe would be there.

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NOTE: this is my first mini series !! sorry if it’s bad i’m open to any constructive criticism. pls pls pls like and tell me if i should carry this on. i’m so excited to write the rest!! <33

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THE BEFORE, AND THE AFTER

MASTERLIST

in which, Y/N Y/l/n a nurse at one of Japans most famous hospitals notice more and more visits from a certain Pro Hero. Although his kind asks to take her for lunch, the hospitals no dating policy holds over her head. But what happens when the two connect outside of the hospital?

PROLOGUE

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THE BEFORE, AND THE AFTER

SERIES MASTERLIST

Prologue

I’ve always wanted to be a hero, I don’t know why. Or what essentially pushed me down this path. But when it was revealed I was quirk less I wasn’t all that crushed. So I decided to become a nurse. Although I wanted to be a doctor; it seems like nursing was more attainable to me.

Although working in the Celebrity recovery unit it holds a strict no intermingling policy with patients; even those recovered. Something I haven’t thought twice about. Except when Dynamight began busting through the ER each week. Never asking for a new nurse, and though I enjoyed his kind flirting it would never last.

Except when I ran into him in a coffee store— and things changed. I’m not sure if it was for the better.

THE BEFORE, AND THE AFTER

SERIES MASTERLIST

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Ive spent my entire life wanting to help people, to be a good person in the eyes of my parents. Although I never developed a quirk I did develop a love for medicine, something I’ve studied for and spent the last five years working towards.

There’s been no time for relationships; much to my mother’s disapproval. I’m twenty six and still desperate to have her approval, to be loved in her eyes. It’s four in the morning when I meet him first, a man stuffed onto a stretcher. Blood leaking into his crimson eyes, his skin taught and muscles tensed against the pain of his arm.

Short gasps escape his lips as I walk up to him, listening to the EMTs read me his BP and injuries- although it’s easy to see his arm is broken and he’s concussed. A little woozy as I give him a sedative something other nurses/ doctors used to keep him calm. And knowing his explosive past I’m not surprised, “page neuro and tell them it’s urgent and also ortho” I request from the other nurses as the ER doctors begin taking over and I go back to my station by the desk. It’s how it goes; I step in and observe until they’re wheeled up to the room.

Before my shift ends I stroll past my section one last time, popping in to see if the hero had awoken, which he had. Groggily staring me down as I tinker around with his IV now that he’s awake, “the hell?” He grunts stiffly trying to sit up, “get off me ya damn loser”

“You were in an accident, broken arm and a mild concussion.. uh nurse Hadley said your mother was on her way” I explain; very typical standard things in this section of the hospital. Celebrity recover area. And it’s common in any area where emergency contacts are called in.

“Damn witch is gonna blow this place up” he scoffs, sitting up with a heavy groan and I walk out; only coming back with a pillow in hand.

“I’m sure she’s not that bad” I say sympathetically as I tuck the pillow behind his head, “she’s probably a very sweet lady”

“Yeah for a woman in her seventies still trying to beat the shit out of me” he swears closing his eyes and using his free hand to rub his eyes and scratch at the stubble on his chin. I can’t help but laugh, “im not joking, sometimes she’s crazy”

I nod, listening to him as I check his chart, “so are you a doctor or somethin?” He asks looking over at me.

“No, I wish.. I went into nursing” I explain, I pick my bag up from where I’d set it down.

“You should’ve been a doctor.. are you leaving?” He asks, looking over at me to where I’m nodding.

“I’ve been here for 24 hours” I remark, still eager to get out of this place, "but I'm back after tomorrow"

He nods slowly, a thin line of sweat creasing his forehead. As I walk out I set the aircon on for him.

“I’ll see you then” he smiles, which is strange coming from the most hotheaded hero in Japan.

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SERIES MASTERLIST

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I clock in again the next day, the same routine. A familiar face in Dynamight; Bakugo Katsuki’s room. A woman who I assume is his mother fretting over her son. Bringing him water, and knitting as he sleeps.

“Are you one of Katsukis nurses?” She asks as I walk into his room, hair clipped up as I check the IV and his BP.

“Yes” I respond, “has he had any complaints about pain? Headaches?” I ask her. She scoffs and shakes her head.

“No, not that he’s told me. He’s stoic like that; doesn’t let anyone know he’s in pain. It can be very annoying” she smiles a little, greying hair loosened around her shoulders. She leans back in her chair and sighs

“They make the worst patients, the cast is off and I think some physical therapy will help with function in that wrist. Do you want that contact?” I ask and she nods, “I’ll put it in his chart”

“Thank you” she squints her eyes to see my name, “Y/l/n, that’s a beautiful name.. your husbands?” She asks

“No” I say weakly, “I’m single” I hear her tsk and shake her head.

“That’s such a bummer, you’re so beautiful” she murmurs, “ah, I’m so sorry.. I must be wasting your time.. I’m sure you have other patients to see”

I shake my head, “it’s all good, I’m hoping by tonight he should be able to go home. Do you know if he has someone who can take care of him?”

She shakes her head, “no, I’ll have him stay with me and my husband. Will that work?”

I nod, “just for a week. The neurologist is still nervous about that concussion but he should be fine to be at home on bed rest”

She nods and thanks me as I walk back to the nurses station. Which is typically how my days go, I sit and finish charts online.

Bakugos mother leaves that afternoon to go home and shower, “how are you feeling?” I ask stepping into his room once again.

“Like I got hit by a bus and you won’t let me leave” he groans, shifting from the bed to stand. Leaning on his portable IV drop, “what? Am I not supposed to be walking?”

“I guess. Only if you don’t mind me walking next to you. I’m required to do so” I explain as he slowly walks out of his room.

He rolls his eyes, “I don’t get why I feel like this.. only my arm was hurt right?”

I shrug, “you were hit very bluntly in the chest— and you have been bed ridden for a day so it’s all very expected” I watch him nod and slow his pace.

“Y’know my mom asked about you” He speaks softly, a little wheezy and with a soreness to his step, “she’s nosy like that”

“I’ve heard” I raise my eyebrows, “let’s turn back now”

“No I can keep walking”

“We’re turning back”

He huffs and pouts a little before following me back to his room, I help him sit back down and he has this shut eye look about his face, “do you want some more painkillers?” I ask, “we’re trying to ween you off but if you’re in a lot of discomfort.”

He shakes his head, “no. I’m fine. How much longer until I can be back on the streets?” He asks.

“I dunno, you’d have to ask your doctors. I’m just a nurse” I tell him once again, “but you should be going home tonight”

“Y’know, I’ll miss our talks” He teases, a running gag that I do my charts with him when his mother is home. Someone to keep me company.

“Yeah, sure you will” I roll my eyes as I sit down and flick open a chart and begin scribbling some notes down.

“Why didn’t you become a doctor?” He asks, sitting up and looking at me, “you’re very smart”

I shake my head, “mom pushed me into it, said it’d be easier to keep working when I uh eventually get married.. if that ever happens”

I hear Bakugo laugh, “you’re twenty sixish? You have years until you need to get there”

I smile at him, “yeah yeah, tell it to her.” I shake my head a little and look out the window and see no-one. Which is fairly usual as the halls up here are empty. We keep the nurses few as to prevent leakage and paparazzis.

“I’ll miss this, but I am so ready to not eat hospital food” he jokes. There’s a seriousness to his face and he shifts a little, “hey mom” Mitsuki walks in and smiles.

“Y/n!” I’m quick to stand and tuck my chart into my armpit before wrapping her in a tight hug, “I’m here to bring Katsuki home” she smiles. In the two days I haven’t seen her she’s cut her hair. It falls just at her neck and she looks a little more rested.

“Yes, he’s told me”

“You were an absolute doll and a wonderful nurse, when he gets hurt again I’ll be hoping you’re on his case”

“Thank you Mrs. Bakugo, but I hope I won’t see him for a long time”

I wave goodbye to her and Bakugo as she slowly wheels him into the elevator, and maybe I’ll miss him. Maybe just the slightest bit.

And so I drive home in my crappy little car to my apparent. Which is how my nights usually go, some left over pasta and chicken that Suki made while her boyfriend was staying with us. It’s good and just enough to push me through to shower and detangle my hair.

Suki comes in my room as I slip into my sleep shorts and begin braiding my hair, “hey cutie” she smiles as she jumps onto my bed and lays down. She’s only twenty and has picked up the little sister act perfectly. She sniffles a little and stares at me, “how was saying goodbye to your boyfriend?” She teases a little— although not knowing who the person is I’ve told her about the guy I’ve been keeping company throughout his stay.

“It was fine? He’s not my boyfriend you know” I correct as I tie off the braid and lay down next to her, “and I ate your leftovers”

“You suck” she groans. She rolls over and stares at me, “are you going to bed?”

“Yeah, don’t you work early tomorrow?” I ask and she nods, getting up. But not before stealing my moisturizer and blowing me a kiss goodnight.

“Goodnight Suki”