🖇️📁 𝐒𝐊𝐙 … 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍

this made me feel 😫🦋✨

Let's all appreciate this man right here <3

Our night together (y.jh x reader)

"The sea seems like it's longing for something.." you quiver, the cold breeze meddling with your skin as your eyes gaze upon the weeping sea. "It's a very lovely sight." You added. Jeonghan fumbles over the blanket laid on the grass, trying to find a comfortable position before deciding to sit up and lay his head on your shoulder.

"Y/n, it's getting a little bit too late. Let's go home." He mumbles, but you didn't seem to hear his remark. He watches as you stare deeply into the sea like you're trying to find something that'll satisfy your visual perception.

Not until he snaps you back to reality, by just laying his head down on your lap, leaving you startled and flustered. Chuckling, you caress his dark locks and sung a short lullaby. He hums the melody with you contentedly, his soft angelic voice slowly drifting off to a deep sleep.

"Sleep well, my dear." you whisper, sitting back on the tree behind you. With one last look at the sea, you, as well, have dozed off.

work wife part one

summary: are they really yours? tags: established relationship, angst, borderline cheating, deadbeat toji, 18+ minors and ageless blogs do not interact, not proofread incl: gojo, geto, nanami, toji, shiu, higuruma, sukuna, choso, ino taglist: open

part one, part two

‧ ❆ ˚ 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬

— eight winter-themed fics for each member of stray kids written by myself (@forlix) and my sahar (@astraystayyh)! alternatively titled dead dick december lmfaooo

— important notes :

updated dec. 10, 2023

no specific holidays are mentioned by name

gendered pronouns are used in chan's and han's fics only

minors & ageless blogs please dni w/ han's fic as it is nsfw

fics will be posted between now and the first week of jan. 2024

. . . also, we will be opening a taglist for this series! send me or sahar an ask or reply to either of our masterlists if you'd like to be added ♡ (minors and ageless blogs will not be tagged in han's)

pieces of you・bang chan・@astraystayyh ⤷ single dad!chan, neighbors!au, fluff, angst, slow burn

in which you and chan are each other's missing pieces. alternatively, chan and his daughter come knocking at your apartment asking for flour, and he's suddenly no longer embarrassed when you open the door.

something has melted・lee minho・@forlix ⤷ spy x family!au, fake dating!au, fluff

your obnoxious coworkers never get off your ass about how single you are, and your temporary husband is too happy to make them eat their words.

the snow falls, we fall apart・seo changbin・@astraystayyh ⤷ (fake) enemies to lovers, college!au, hurt/comfort

sustaining an ankle injury during a ski retreat isn't fun. especially when seo changbin volunteers to stay back to tend to you—the one man you can never get a read on.

burning in the winter wind・hwang hyunjin・@astraystayyh ⤷ roommates to lovers, fluff, comfort, a pinch (or two) of angst

stranded in your apartment due to a snowstorm, hyunjin is determined to rekindle your love for the holidays—partly because he likes the festivities, mostly because he loves you.

(18+) empty my mind・han jisung・@forlix ⤷ friends with benefits to lovers, smut, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort

for the first time in a long time, han jisung has something to lose.

everything has changed (besides myself)・lee felix・@forlix ⤷ babysitter!au, exes to lovers, angst, hurt/comfort, eventual fluff

you spend three years loving him, six months losing him, and four hours waiting for him to get the hell out of your house. but the human heart is more stubborn than you know.

warm winter・kim seungmin・@forlix ⤷ established relationship, hurt/comfort, fluff

"i don't deserve you," he breathes, "but god, i want to."

please fall before i fall・yang jeongin・@astraystayyh ⤷ childhood best friends to lovers, fluff, hint of unrequited love (they're idiots)

three times you saved jeongin's ass and the one time he saved yours (and ended up confessing along the way).

© 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐱 (est. 090323) · all works are pieces of original writing and all characters and relationships are purely fictional. please do not repost or reuse for any reason.

BY THE SEA, SATOSUGU

you and your two husbands decided to retire from the jujutsu world together and live by the beach, with your family. [ always the bridesmaids never the bride alternative ending ]

⠀ ⠀⠀You heard about what happened to one of your lovers, Geto Suguru — what he did to the villagers, how he killed them en masse. You don't believe what Yaga says, you don't believe what the higher-ups scream at you — saying that the current Geto Suguru is a criminal and a murderer. You covered your ears so tightly that you didn't hear anything — not even Satoru's cries every night in the silence of the night.

⠀ ⠀⠀You ran, kept running and running, carrying your feet to Suguru. You have to see him, you have to hear everything from him. He should say that everything was just a misunderstanding and he didn't do anything and looking at you with his purple eyes, he should tell you that everything was just a misunderstanding — you hope. You keep running no matter your heart starts to deflate and constrict, you can't stop running, too afraid that if you stop then everything will come true. You don't care about the heat of the sun piercing your skin.

⠀ ⠀⠀You arrive at a temple that is familiar to you. Seeing the building makes it even more impossible to breathe. You pushed open the large wooden door with force. Your steps stopped when you saw a black-haired man standing not far from you with a gojo-kesa covering his tall body. You'd recognize that back anywhere, you'd recognize his scent anywhere.

⠀ ⠀⠀ Geto Suguru.

⠀ ⠀⠀Suguru turned around and he smiled when his eyes caught your figure. He smiled warmly until his eyes formed a thin curve. He opened his arms wide, welcoming you with all his heart. You didn't have a second thought to run up to him and jump into his arms— so hard that his body stumbled back a little and like honey, he chuckled sweetly. “Easy there, princess,” he whispered into your hair, so very softly. One hand hugged your back while the other stroked your hair.

⠀ ⠀⠀Suguru closed his eyes and took a deep breath— trying to fill his lungs with your scent. Maybe this was the last time he could hold you this close, he knew. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, pressing his nose there. He feels short of breath, but he feels like he still has to breathe, keep taking in breaths until all he can think about is your scent, you. He forced his body to remember your smell, every inch of his body, so he wouldn't forget. Hopefully, if he doesn't have you by his side anymore, he can still feel your scent, he has to remember your scent. So that he is fine being away from you. So that he doesn't run towards you when he feels he can no longer smell your scent.

⠀ ⠀⠀Suguru pulled his face away from you as he listened to the sad sounds that came out of your sweet mouth. Your stomach and his stomach were still touching beneath the cloth you were wearing when he lifted your lowered face— too sad to look at him. Suguru looked at your face and he realized a few things. He could see the eye bags hanging ugly under your beautiful eyes, there were slight wrinkles on your forehead, and you looked very, very tired. And he couldn't deny your rosy cheeks were wet with tears that didn't seem to stop.

⠀ ⠀⠀“Oh, my love,” he whispered.

⠀ ⠀⠀He felt his heart break when he saw you pull your lips straight, letting out a sob that was forcing its way out, for him to hear. Suguru stroked your wet cheeks with his thumb. “You left, I — I was gone for one day and.. and you're not there, you— why?— how?” you stammered, still reluctant to look at the man in front of you. Suguru chuckled, he couldn't help it, you looked so cute right now. Hearing the chuckle of the man in front of you made you suddenly raise your head, looking at him. “That's not funny!” you said and hit Suguru's arm which made the man laugh again.

⠀ ⠀⠀“I'm sorry, my love, you just look so cute right now,” he said, smiling and hugging you again. You hugged his waist and pressed your cheek against his chest. “They called you a criminal and you are a mass murderer who killed a whole village,” you said which made Suguru smile bitterly and sigh softly. He kissed her head for a long time before saying, “I'm sorry, my love, I'm doing a bad thing,” he said quietly. Your tears broke even more as you began to be forced to accept that everything was true and Suguru was a criminal now. So you buried your face back into his neck, crying loudly.

⠀ ⠀⠀Suguru tightened his arms around your small body and pressed his cheek against your head. He lets you cry your heart out. That's all he usually does. “I'm so sorry,” Suguru whispered. It hurt him, hearing how sad your crying sounded. It made him break into pieces, knowing your heartbroken cries were now he is the cause. But again, he couldn't do anything. “Why?” You looked at him with your wet face and red eyes. Suguru cupped one of your cheeks while one of his hands still hugged your waist.

⠀ ⠀⠀“I'm sorry, my love, I just can't wear a heartfelt smile in this world, not anymore,” he said— shaking his head slowly and smiling faintly. “You don't have to, just talk to me, to Satoru, come back to us, I'll listen, we'll listen,” you say, almost pleading. “Stop this, and come back, let's run away and live together, I'll convince Satoru. Let's get out of this world, we can live at the beach house far away from here and make a family, and have cats, like you always wanted, hm?” You smiled, even though your eyes continued to shed tears. You took forceful steps to get closer as if there was some distance you still had to cover from your body which was already attached to Suguru.

⠀ ⠀⠀Suguru was silent.

⠀ ⠀⠀Oh, how he always dreamed of starting a family with you and Satoru, living in a house by the beach and having several cats. He wanted it so much that his heart screamed about it. Leaving the world of Jujutsu and living as a normal person in general.

⠀ ⠀⠀“Let's live like a normal person, without curses, nothing,” you said. Your soft voice called out to him, making him flutter and he could feel the warmth slowly embracing his long-cold body. “That sounds perfect,” he whispered and smiled—a genuine smile. He grabbed both of your hands, clenching them in his fists. He kissed your hand several times with his purple eyes continuing to stare at you. Full of tenderness, full of affection.

⠀ ⠀⠀He kissed your forehead warmly, “Let's do it.”

⠀ ⠀⠀“Geto-sama..”

⠀ ⠀⠀You hear a child's voice. Turning your head to where the voice came from, you saw two little girls—one with dark brown hair with a green hoodie and the other with light brown hair with a yellow hoodie, they had short hair in the same style. When you saw the two little children you realized something, they were the little children your lover saved— Mimiko and Nanako Hasaba. You turned your gaze to Suguru who was already looking at you with a small smile. “Are they..?” Suguru nodded.

⠀ ⠀⠀You let go of your arms around Suguru's neck and stepped over to the two little girls. They seemed hesitant when you stepped forward, as they looked at Suguru as if asking for reassurance, to which the black-haired nodded. You crouched in front of them, holding each of their cheeks which made them lean into your warm touch. Seeing this, your tears broke out again, you couldn't help it. Your head fell to your bent knees, your forehead pressed there with your hands holding the two little girls' cheeks. They looked at you with confusion and curiosity, not understanding why you were crying so bitterly.

⠀ ⠀⠀They looked at you and Suguru who was still standing behind you alternately. Hesitantly their small hands touched your shoulders before stepping closer and hugging you—both of their chins resting on your shoulders. You greeted them by wrapping your arms around their waist, pulling them closer. Suguru just smiled faintly, sadly. All he could hear were your sobs, cutting into his skin every second. You remained in your position for a few moments before the small arms holding you were replaced by Suguru's muscular arms.

⠀ ⠀⠀He put one arm around your back—helping you to stand. “Oh, my love. What a beautiful thing you are,” He said softly, and who knows how many times he cupped your cheeks and ran his two thumbs across your cheeks. Suguru always thought that you were very beautiful, the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, even when you were crying ugly like now. He loves how your cheeks look red when you cry too much. Too pure and innocent, making him want to continue protecting you.

⠀ ⠀⠀He likes to call you 'my love'. He says that you are his love, you are millions of feelings in one feeling. You are like a rainbow in the storm. He said that his love was given out for you and Satoru, love you both so full that there was no love left for him to the world. People say that a lifetime is very long, but Suguru can trade anything so he can get that lifetime. Even though he had to become a criminal and commit a mass murder. And he would gladly do it many times, if, in the end, he could spend all his breath with you and Satoru.

⠀ ⠀⠀Suguru pressed his lips to yours— kissing them gently, typical of Geto Suguru. He is full of tenderness. He kissed you, gently but you could feel his misery, how several times he had to pause between kisses just to swallow his sobs. He pressed his forehead against yours after pulling his lips away, but you could still feel his soft breath on your face.

⠀ ⠀⠀“Let's do that, you, me, Satoru and the kids. Let's run away where no-one knows our name yet, where we can camp out in the open and see the stars, where we can tell each other hopes and dreams without feeling scared, it will be hopeless. We'll own nothing more than we need,” he said quietly as you watched Suguru's tears fall down one cheek. You nodded, “Let's run away together.”

⠀ ⠀⠀Suguru smiled faintly.

⠀ ⠀⠀“Would you do me a favor before that?”

⠀ ⠀⠀“What is it?”

⠀ ⠀⠀Suguru moved his forehead away from yours to look at you more clearly. One arm wrapped around your waist as he tucked your hair behind your left ear. “Can you wait for me, my love?” he asked. You were silent for a moment and lost in his purple eyes— you found nothing but calm and confidence. So you nodded, making Suguru's thin smile widen slightly. “Stay with Satoru while I make a better world for us, so I can give you the world that I know you deserve, would you do that for me, my love?”

⠀ ⠀⠀“Wait for me?”

⠀ ⠀⠀ “Okay,” you whispered. “I'll wait for you.”

— 2009

⠀ ⠀⠀You blinked several times, and when your vision cleared, the first thing you saw was the ceiling of your room. Small white stars with blue, purple, white, and pink lights filled the ceiling, resembling the Aurora Borealis. You glanced to the left and right, noticing the empty spaces beside you. The spots where Satoru and Suguru usually lay were vacant. You touched both sides with your hands—they were cold. A sigh escaped your pink lips as the loneliness washed over you.

⠀ ⠀⠀“The candle!— Oops!”

⠀ ⠀⠀“Satoru!!”

⠀ ⠀⠀“God! you're useless, I told you we should only ask Geto-sama— aw!”

⠀ ⠀⠀“Hey!”

⠀ ⠀⠀“Megumi, that's not nice—”

⠀ ⠀⠀You sat up in bed and swung your legs over the side. As you sat there, you furrowed your brow and raised your eyebrows in confusion upon hearing the sound of whispers, almost like shouting, coming from outside your room. The strange mixture of hushed tones and urgency made you strain to listen more closely, trying to catch what was being said.

⠀ ⠀⠀“Quiet down, you'll wake her up,” Suguru's voice suddenly cut through the whispers. Confusion gripped you as you wondered what your two lovers were up to. “Guys?” you called out from inside the room. Almost simultaneously, you heard a loud curse from Satoru, followed by what sounded like a forceful punch from Suguru. You knew Suguru didn't tolerate Satoru's swearing, especially not in front of the four little ones.

⠀ ⠀⠀“Is everything alright? I will—”

⠀ ⠀⠀“Yes, my love! Please stay in bed!” Suguru's voice rang out loudly. You, who had just begun to lower one leg from the mattress, quickly withdrew it back under the blankets. Moments later, you heard footsteps approaching.

⠀ ⠀⠀“Happiest mother's day!” screams filled the room.

⠀ ⠀⠀“And happiest birthday!”

⠀ ⠀⠀Your eyes widened, mouth agape in surprise as you beheld six figures standing before you, all radiating immense cheerfulness. Among them were two men and four small children—three girls and one boy. Satoru held aloft a small banner adorned with 'Happiest Mother's Day' in pink and white, while a little girl named Tsumiki proudly displayed a matching banner that read 'Happiest Birthday'. Their smiles were wide and infectious, filling the room with warmth and joy.

⠀ ⠀⠀They eagerly climbed onto the bed, surrounding you with excitement. Suguru settled on your right side, his arm wrapping around your waist. "Everyone, put these on," Satoru instructed as he approached with paper cone hats in hand. One by one, he distributed the hats to each person. "Let me help you, darling," he said warmly, placing a pink crown-shaped hat on your head along with a matching sash that read ‘Birthday Girl’, causing your smile to widen even more. Once everyone was adorned, Satoru took his place on your left. Together, they began clapping in rhythm, singing the happy birthday song to you.

⠀ ⠀⠀“You guys are so sweet,” you expressed with a smile, glancing at each person around you in turn. Suguru leaned in and gently kissed your cheek. “Happiest birthday, my love,” he murmured. Satoru followed suit, planting a kiss on your other cheek. “Happiest Mother's Day, princess,” he said affectionately. The little boy in front of you spoke up shyly, complimenting you. “You look beautiful, mom,“ he said, still adjusting to the new nickname. “Thank you, sweetheart,” you replied, brushing your hand against his cheek. The black-haired boy blushed and turned away bashfully.

⠀ ⠀⠀Seated before you were four small children: Fushiguro Megumi, Fushiguro Tsumiki, Mimiko, and Nanako Hasaba. Their eyes were fixed on you, gleaming with a sparkle that caught the reflection of candlelight, enhancing their innocent and adorable appearance. They gazed at you attentively, their expressions filled with curiosity and a hint of excitement, as if awaiting your next move or words.

⠀ ⠀⠀Megumi, a lively 6-year-old boy, reached out his hand, presenting a red cake adorned with tiny white hearts. On top, the words “I love you mom” were written in matching colors, adding a heartfelt touch. Meanwhile, Nanako, a girl around the same age as Megumi, mimicked his gesture. She proudly displayed a pink cake decorated with blue and purple flowers, along with the message “Happiest Birthday, Mom” in white frosting. A soft chuckle escaped you as you noticed their attempts at decorating the cakes, evident in the slightly messy handwriting and the charmingly uneven flower patterns.

⠀ ⠀⠀“Go ahead and blow out the candle,” Megumi urged, his words echoed by the other three children. “Don't forget to make a wish, Mom!” Tsumaki chimed in enthusiastically. Still smiling warmly, you closed your eyes and clasped your hands together, forming fists. In the quietness of your thoughts, you immersed yourself in a moment of prayer, overwhelmed with a sense of gratitude that filled your heart. Right now, there was nothing more you desired than to remain exactly where you were.

⠀ ⠀⠀You opened your eyes and gently blew out the flickering candles, prompting cheers of joy from everyone present. Suguru stepped forward, carefully taking the cake from Megumi's hands and placing it on a nearby table within reach of your bed. The room was filled with warmth as laughter and conversation flowed freely throughout the night. Together, you all cherished the moments, celebrating not only your birthday but also the essence of Mother's Day, creating cherished memories that would last a lifetime.

— 2019

⠀ ⠀⠀“Satoru, stop running!” you shouted from the kitchen.

⠀ ⠀⠀You can only shake your head and laugh when you hear the laughter of your 3 year old child in the arms of Satoru, your husband. “He stresses you out so much, I'm afraid my baby is gonna come out sooner than it should be,” Suguru said as he entered the kitchen. You chuckled at his ridiculous statement and hit him lightly on the shoulder. He approached you to kiss your cheeks and stomach alternately.

⠀ ⠀⠀“Please hang on a little bit more, baby,” he whispered against your stomach. You are currently pregnant for the second time. And this time, it's Geto Suguru's. It's been 9 years since you, Satoru and Suguru decided to leave the world of Jujutsu. Away from Tokyo to live in a world where no one knows your name, become a normal society like everyone else. You, Satoru and Suguru chose to get married a year later.

⠀ ⠀⠀Hold a wedding attended only by the people closest to you at a house on a beach, a house that will be the place where you spend the rest of your life. A house by the beach with just you and your family as far as the eye can see. With the four little children that Suguru and Satoru raised you were happy to care for like your children. You have 3 cats, black and white. Just as Suguru wanted.

⠀ ⠀⠀And you feel so very happy now that you feel guilty because you have such a perfect life. You feel guilty for your friends who still risk their lives just to kill the curse so that the world can be better. You still felt guilty for bringing the most powerful sorcerer to spend their lives being ordinary people, instead of being the strongest they should be.

⠀ ⠀⠀Satoru and Suguru always assured you that the life you were living now was the life they always wanted—to be normal. And you try not to care about your thoughts anymore.

⠀ ⠀⠀“You daydreaming again, love, what's in that pretty little head of yours?”

⠀ ⠀⠀Your thoughts were interrupted when you heard Satoru's voice. He looked at you who was now smiling and shaking your head slowly. You were too busy with your thoughts to notice Suguru was no longer in the kitchen and didn't notice Satoru's arrival. “It's nothing, baby,” you say. He raised his eyebrows and stepped closer until he was standing in front of you. “You sure, honey?” he asked as his fingers caressed your cheek. You nodded and stood on your tiptoes to peck his pink lips briefly—making him smile.

⠀ ⠀⠀Satoru cupped your cheeks and bent his head to kiss you. Your lips moved to follow Satoru's soft lips. You can taste the sweetness of the strawberries and cake in his mouth. Satoru and his sweet tooth. You kissed for a while before finally pulling away when Suguru's voice was heard.

⠀ ⠀⠀“Honey, they are here,” he said.

⠀ ⠀⠀“Oh? I think they're not going to be here until 2 more hours," you said and took the pie that you deliberately kept in the refrigerator before Satoru finished it. “Yeah, they chose to come early this time,” Suguru answered as he took the pie in your hand. Satoru put his arm around your waist as he helped you walk down the stairs after exiting the kitchen. The three of you walked towards the beach.

⠀ ⠀⠀Far ahead you can see people who are very, very familiar to you. You waved with a big smile on your face. “God, I miss you guys so much!” you said and wrapped your arms around Shoko. “I miss you too,” she said. “I haven't seen you in a year and now you're pregnant again, Y/n? Who is it this time? I hope it's not Satoru's, I can't imagine another copy of that idiot,” Utahime said making you laugh. She hugged you for a moment.

⠀ ⠀⠀“Hey! What was that supposed to mean? Utahime, you're just jealous because no man wants to be your boyfriend because you're mean. You're a big bully,” Satoru said in disapproval and hugged you. This made Utahime cross her arms in front of her chest and look at Satoru with raised eyebrows. “You're almost 30 and now looking at you—” She said and pointed Satoru up and down. “Act your age, I can't believe our lovely Y/n wants to marry you,” she said, getting more sassy with each sentence.

⠀ ⠀⠀Satoru gasped, “You bitch.”

⠀ ⠀⠀“It's Suguru's,” you said, interrupting your husband before a fight broke out. “Oh thank God, at least you're gonna have another normal person in your house,” she said and let out a sigh of relief. You and Suguru just laughed. And Satoru and Utahime started arguing again. That's all they do every time they meet and you can't voice any complaints, you can only let them be.

⠀ ⠀⠀“Y/n!!!!!”

⠀ ⠀⠀A scream was heard making you turn your gaze towards the sound. You can see Nobara, Maki, Yuji, and Panda running towards you at full strength. Behind them were Megumi, Toge, Yuta and Nanami who were walking casually. Your body stumbled backwards when the four people crashed into you, luckily Satoru and Suguru quickly stood behind you and stopped you from falling backwards.

⠀ ⠀⠀“Guys! Please be careful with my wife, she's pregnant okay? God, these kids!” Satoru said and helped you stand up straight. The four teenagers just chuckled and muttered sorry. “How are you guys?” you asked kindly. “We're good! we miss you so much! Nobara doesn't want to shut up about missing your cookies, it's getting annoying,” Yuji said before he hugged you briefly and kissed your cheek. “You're the same,” Megumi finally said when he was in front of you and rolled his eyes briefly. He greeted you with a hug and rubbed your stomach for a moment. “Oh shut up! You, yourself can't stop talking about missing your mom,” Yuji replied, not accepting it in which getting a slap on his head from the spike-haired boy.

⠀ ⠀⠀“Y/n, how are you?”

⠀ ⠀⠀Nanami came over to give you a hug and a kiss on your stomach afterwards. “I'm doing fine, honey, how's yours?” you asked and kissed his cheek too. “Good—” his words trailed off as he lowered his gaze to stare at your stomach. “Again?” he asked which made you laugh. “What do you mean, again? it's only been the second time,” said Satoru in response.

⠀ ⠀⠀Nanami raised both eyebrows, “I hope it's not yours,” he said throwing Satoru a look. An annoyed groan came out of your husband's mouth and he let go of his arms from you. “No, Nanami, it's not mine, it's Suguru's,” he said irritably. Just like Utahime, Nanami breathed a sigh of relief. “Oh thank God!” Satoru clicked his tongue in annoyance and stomped his feet on the sand as he walked away, leaving you and Nanami alone.

⠀ ⠀⠀“God, he's like a child,” he said.

⠀ ⠀⠀You just smiled looking at Satoru's back facing you as he chatted with Yuta, Toge and Yuji. Nanami led you to sit on one of the chairs and he sat himself next to you. In front of you, you can see Shoko, Utahime, Nobara, Tsumiki and Nanako playing in the water with your 3-year-old child. His blue eyes formed crescent moons as he laughed in Shoko's arms. His white hair moved here and there due to the gentle wind. A sweet smile perched on your face at the sight.

⠀ ⠀⠀“He looks just like Satoru,” Nanami said so you turned your gaze towards him for a moment then nodded. “He is, especially his smile, just like his father,” you said softly. And there was silence for a moment, both you and Nanami were just silent. The sound of the waves, the sound of people talking and the sound of laughter that only you can hear and you feel happier than before. Having your family and friends gather. It was almost like a routine.

⠀ ⠀⠀Megumi chose to follow Jujutsu and when summer comes, he will return, along with his friends and also your friends and your two husbands. And you'll be spending time at the beach all summer long. Without thinking about the curse, without thinking about the higher-ups, without thinking about anything, just spending time like a normal person in general. And you will always open your arms wide to welcome them, as will your two husbands.

⠀ ⠀⠀“You look very happy, even happier than I've ever seen you,” Nanami said. Hearing what he said made you look back at him. However, Nanami only focused his gaze on your two husbands who were busy talking and joking with Yuta, Yuji, Toge, Megumi and Panda. You smiled at your two husbands.

⠀ ⠀⠀“I always knew that you would marry one of them, but I didn't expect that you would marry both of them and become pregnant with their child, especially Satoru,” he said. The corners of his lips lifted slightly upwards— smiling faintly. “But I can see how they make you happy,” he continued. He was silent for a moment before he looked at you.

⠀ ⠀⠀“The three of you— I want to do what you do, later, I'm gonna stop being a Jujutsu sorcerer and live by the beach, away from here. I've bought a lot of books that I haven't read yet, I want to read page by page while sitting on the sand," he said with admiration. His eyes looked straight ahead, looking at the crashing waves under the blue sky. Hearing what he said you smiled faintly.

⠀ ⠀⠀“Have anywhere in mind?” you ask.

⠀ ⠀⠀He looked at you, smiled while nodded his head, “Malaysia, Kuantan,” he answered. You extended your hand towards him which Nanami happily took, holding it gently.

⠀ ⠀⠀“You should go for it, totally,” you said.

⠀ ⠀⠀“I will.”

⠀ ⠀⠀You sighed and leaned back on the chair you were sitting on. Your two hands rubbed your stomach which was now growing— 1 month away before mini Suguru came out into the world. Your heart feels warm just remembering it. Nothing in the world can replace what you have. After everything you, Suguru and Satoru have been through, you feel grateful that you are still together. Your love is getting stronger every day and nothing can change that. You feel like you are the luckiest girl in the world to have what you have now.

⠀ ⠀⠀You realize that not everything in life has to be a beautiful story, you can't skip chapters. You have to read every line and meet every character. Some you may not be able to enjoy, and maybe some want to make you cry on the floor and beg you to no longer be in this world. But with Satoru and Suguru, you are sure you can get through anything, as long as you are together.

⠀ ⠀⠀“Mommy!”

⠀ ⠀⠀You opened your arms wide to welcome your child who was running towards you. Satoru and Suguru trailed behind him. “Did you have fun, baby?” you asked as you wrapped your arms around his small body and pulled him close. “Yes!” he said making you chuckle. Suguru sat himself down next to you. The black-haired man put his arm around your waist and kissed your cheek briefly. While the white-haired man lay down with his head on your thigh— he looked up at you

⠀ ⠀⠀“My beautiful wife,” he said.

⠀ ⠀⠀Give you a flying kiss. “My handsome husband,” you said in reply and brushed his white hair back. Mini Satoru— he pushed Satoru's head off your thigh and took your hand, placing it on top of his head. “Me, me, me,” he said and moved your hand—gesturing you to rub his head. “Hey!” Satoru got up and sat down, throwing his son an offended look. While his mini just looked at him and stuck out his tongue.

⠀ ⠀⠀“You're my kid! you're from my seed, that means she's mine because I came first,” he said. Suguru laughed at Satoru's ridiculous words but chose not to say anything. “No, no, no—” Your son stared at his hands that were moving as if he wanted to show something. Slowly but surely he clenched his hand until only his middle finger remained—giving it to Satoru. You gaped, as did Satoru, while Suguru burst into laughter beside you—which made you laugh too.

⠀ ⠀⠀“You intolerant sh—”

⠀ ⠀⠀“Baby, that's not nice. You can't do that to your father,” you said and pulled your lips straight, trying to hold back your laughter when you saw Satoru's annoyed face. But your child just stares at you with his big blue eyes, seemingly not understanding what you're saying. “I can't believe this, even your kid thinks you're annoying,” Utahime said laughing as she passed the four of you. She seemed to enjoy what had just happened and the annoyance on Satoru's face.

⠀ ⠀⠀Satoru, annoyed and childish, turned his back to his son who was now looking at him pitifully. Slowly, he crawled over to Satoru and hugged the more than 190cm tall man's waist with his small hands. You chuckled a little when you saw his hands barely hug Satoru's waist, only able to hug almost the back of his waist. In a typical child's voice, he said sorry which made Satoru quickly turn around to face your child.

⠀ ⠀⠀“You know I love you too much to stay mad at you,” he said. He picked your child up and threw him slightly in the air, inviting laughter from the little one. You occasionally laughed at the adorable interactions between Satoru and your children. And just like any other summer, you spend time with your family and friends full of warmth and laughter. With Satoru and Suguru beside you.

⠀ ⠀⠀It's not just you now.

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⠀ ⠀⠀part 1 | part 2

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I hope this alternative ending is good enough

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OFC I DID DARLING ITS AMAZINGGG !! keep going ❣️

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pairing : minho x gn!reader

summary : minho had waited in front of the entrance of the forest for you until the sky darkened, his eyes welling up with tears as he came to accept that you had forgotten about him that day. maybe you needed to go home that day and forgot to tell him before school, he thought. although, he realized something far greater than that had happened as he arrived at the front of your house, the for sale sign standing in the yard without a trace of human presence in the home.

wc : 3.8k

cw : childhood friends, arguing, angst, sadness, mentions of bullying + racism/xenophobia, mentions of alcohol, idk what else

a/n : tried a new writing styles, lmk what you think!!! also pls let me know if you guys are interested in a part 2 :3 this fic is very much inspired by the movie past lives heheheh

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The low buzzing of mosquitoes filled your ears while you wandered down the dirt trail with trepidation as the vast forest surrounded you the deeper you ventured in. Tufts of grass tickled your ankles as your clammy hands clenched your best friend’s, who had dragged you out against your will, insisting it would be a fun adventure to test your bravery. 

Every now and then, he’d look back and shoot you a wide, childish grin, a gap taking the place of the front tooth he had just lost last week. “C’mon, Y/N! Walk faster!” 

You nodded meekly at your friend, admiring how he fearlessly marched forward, while you anxiously trudged behind him, biting your lip to release some of the tension in your body. Every rustle of leaves or snap of a twig would cause you to jump, afraid that something would jump out at you in the next second, but Minho’s gentle grasp would always bring you back down with a reassuring squeeze, reminding you that you were not alone as you hiked into the unknown. You weren’t sure where you were heading, neither did you know if the seven year old boy ahead of you knew, but his presence was enough to ease you, trusting that everything would be okay as long as he was there.

“It’s okay, Y/N, we’re almost there! You’re going to love it.”

Although only ten minutes had passed, it felt as if this journey was lasting for an excruciating amount of hours as anxiety loomed over you. All you could see was the different hues of green leaves enveloping you, the site of the park you had come from no longer in view as the forest swallowed you whole, only bits of the sunlight made its way through the dense leaves above you, coloring the dirt path with shadows and lights. You looked above, hoping to find the comforting blue sky looking down on you, but not even the heavens were there to accompany you on this trek. It was just you, Minho, and the eerily quietness of the woods.

You decided to put your blinded trust in Minho, shutting your eyes closed as the daunting feeling of claustrophobia began to bubble up your stomach, not daring to take in any more of your surroundings. Suddenly, Minho had come to a stop, causing you to collide into his back as you slowly opened your eyes, unsure what you’d be met with. 

“We’re here,” Minho whispered to you breathlessly from all the walking, turning his head to look over his shoulder, “Look, I found it the other day, it reminded me of you.”

You reluctantly peeked your head out from behind him, a small and excited gasp escaping your lips as you marveled at the sight before you. It was like a photo from one of your nature books had come to life before your eyes. There laid a pond with clear waters and lily pads floating atop of it, soft ripples forming in the water as tadpoles swam just beneath the surface. Just to the right of the pond was the faintest stream of water cascading into the pond, bubbles forming where the brook met the pond as the light trickles of it accompanied the low hum of the forest. 

You had forgotten you weren’t alone as Minho’s giggles brought you out your trance, his eyes beaming with affection as he watched your frightful expression turn into one of amazement and discovery. 

“See, I knew you’d like it. Sometimes you need to pass a test of bravery to get something cool at the end.”

For a seven year old, Minho often said profound things as if he had lived a life full of experiences, things only an adult from a movie or book would say, but in his own childlike vocabulary. You didn’t always quite understand what he meant, but always kept those small tidbits of profundity with you, hoping one day you’d grow to learn the meaning behind his words.

“But jeez, you’re such a scaredy cat. You should’ve seen the look on your face,” he teased as he now faced you, a hand pinching one of your cheeks.

And sometimes, he would just be like any other kid who was messing with his friends, saying something outrageous and nonsensical the next second. He was a strange kid, but you had grown to adore his unpredictability throughout the years of your friendship. You rolled your eyes playfully at his remarks, knowing he meant well, “So what if I was scared?”

“I think it’s cute when you’re scared. You always hold my hand when you are.”

Your face grew warm at his comment, an innocent smile gracing his features as he looked off to the pond. You pouted as butterflies fluttered into your stomach, making their presence known for the umpteenth time today, “Whatever…”

You returned your attention to the pond, walking to its edge as you squatted down with an arm and head resting on your knees as the other reached down to touch the cool water. Your fingers dipped beneath the surface and waved underneath, hoping you’d catch the attention of the tadpoles, but instead the sudden movement shooed them away. 

“Minho?”

“Hmm?”

“How did you find this?”

The boy stood in his place from earlier, opting to admire the scene from afar, “Well, I went out exploring with my dad the other day and it was just here. I learned the path back to show you. Do you like it?”

“It’s so pretty. Can we come here again?”

“Of course.”

Since that day, it had become a small ritual between the two of you, stopping by nearly everyday after school to spend time by the small pond as you slowly learned to appreciate the peaceful quietude of the wilderness. On the days your mother would tell you she needed you home after school, you’d always approach Minho with big, teary eyes and trembling lips, disappointed that you’d have to miss out on a time you had cherished so much with him. And every single time, Minho would pull you into his embrace, place a small kiss on your head, (a gesture he had learned from his own mother), and reassure you, promising that you both would go the next day.

This routine had lasted for a bit over a year, until one day your parents sat you down and told you that the family was moving away to the United States later that month. You had known this was going to happen eventually, as your parents mentioned this in passing to you over the last few months as they prepared for the move, but your child brain couldn’t comprehend the passage of time and just how fast this had all come.  You immediately broke down into tears, begging your parents to let you stay, not wanting to leave all your friends behind so soon, not ready to confront the uncertainty this new country had. You were scared, terrified for what this had all meant, and the worse part of it all was that you wouldn’t have Minho holding your hand through it all this time. He was staying behind, you were leaving him.

Days had gone by as the day you were moving had come close, and you still hadn’t told Minho that you were moving. You didn’t know how to, you were afraid he would cry or be angry at you, so eventually, weeks had gone by without you saying a word. 

Then, you left without a word, never telling your best friend you were leaving and never giving him the chance to send him off with a proper goodbye. 

Minho had waited in front of the entrance of the forest for you until the sky darkened, his eyes welling up with tears as he came to accept that you had forgotten about him that day. Maybe you needed to go home that day and forgot to tell him before school, he thought. Although, he realized something far greater than that had happened as he arrived at the front of your house, the for sale sign standing in the yard without a trace of human presence in the home.

Panic settled into his body as he sped his way home, not being able to understand what was going on as he rushed to his mother, tears falling down his face as he screamed that something happened to you and your family, how you never showed up to the pond that day.

His mother leaned down as she pulled him into a tight hug, a comforting hand rubbing his back in an attempt to soothe him, “Oh, sweetie, didn’t Y/N tell you?” 

Minho looked up at his mother, his face reddening as he continued to sob, a confused look on his face as he shook his head no. His mother cooed at him with a saddened look, pressing a kiss on his forehead, “I’m sorry, sweetie. I thought they did. Their dad got a job in America, so their family is moving there.”

Minho stood there in shock, sniffling as he croaked another sob, “What? Does this mean they’re gone? They’re never coming back?”

“No, baby, they’ll come back eventually. I don’t know when, but they will.”

You had abandoned Minho with no warning, consequently breaking his heart as he mourned the loss of his best friend.

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While your parents kept in contact with one another, Minho refused to ever speak to you over the phone whenever he had the chance, as the love and adoration he once had for you festered into anger and resentment for leaving him without warning. 

It hurt you every time you asked over the phone if Minho could talk, and all you would hear was a loud, upset no from the background after his mother would ask. Your eyes would water up each time, his mother apologizing for him and saying he would soon get over his feelings. 

You hated living in the United States. It was an entirely different culture you were not prepared for as you struggled to communicate with other kids your age, unable to make friends due to the apparent language barrier. Everyday after school, you’d come home in a flood of tears, exhausted and upset at how difficult everything was.

You couldn’t understand your teachers and lessons, always performing poorly even though you knew you could do well. You couldn’t make friends, always being made fun of by other kids due to your accent and jokes constantly flew over your head. Everything about you had become a weapon everyone else had used against you, and the parts of you you once loved and once were proud of became something you rejected, something you felt ashamed of. Back home, you were so smart and witty, always the center of attention, yet here, you were just a stupid kid who didn’t fit in.

You missed Minho so much, wishing he was here with you to help you fight through it all with your hand in his. If he was there, he would’ve told off all the kids for you. He was much braver than you ever were, and you needed him there. Although, as time ran its course, you eventually gave up on the idea of ever reconciling with Minho and thought he would reach out to you whenever he was ready.

Except that day never came, and he had long become a memory of a past life you no longer knew. 

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Years have gone by since you left your home country and all you had left of it was the faint outlines of memories that faded away with age, much like how pencil marks slowly disappear from paper as time wears it down. Well into your adult years now, you have grown accustomed to life in the United States and have eventually learned the language, made friends, and even lost touch with roots as many immigrant children do. Although, as you grew older, you began to yearn for the country you once called home and remember where you had come from, feeling ashamed that you had neglected such a crucial part of your identity for so long. 

Today, for the first time in years, you and your parents returned to your home country as a small celebration for your college graduation, deciding it was appropriate to revisit your childhood before embarking on your journey as an adult. You already had a job lined up once you returned to the states, so you were going to take advantage of the limited time you had here.

Much like you, everything here has changed through the passage of time, yet the familiar comfort of home remains as your eyes scan over each detail through the car window. Even the humid air smelled the same, your face smiling as memories slowly crept their way into your mind. As the car drove you to your aunt’s house, you were catching glimpses of the past as convenience stores, parks, and even your old school greeted you, still looking the exact same as you remembered, but just a little dulled down as the years weathered on them.

The car came to a halt at the front of your aunt’s home, your parents and you taking your luggage from the trunk as you bid the driver a goodbye. As you were approaching the front door steps, your aunt came bursting out with an excited gasp, tears filling her eyes as she pulled you into a familiar embrace, “Oh, Y/N! Look at you! You’re all grown up now!”

She pulls away as her hands rest over your shoulders as she takes a moment to beam at your face, taking in every detail she had missed over the years, “My, aren’t you adorable too! I’ve missed you all so much,” she laughed cheerfully as she then went over to greet your parents in the same fashion. 

“I missed you too, auntie,” you breathed out a content chuckle as you enter her home, admiring how it still looked the same way you remembered it, just a bit more modernized.

After settling down in the guest rooms, your family sat with your aunt to eat a dinner she had prepared for you all, even going as far as making some of your childhood favorites. Each bite sent shivers down your spine as your eyes rolled back with nostalgia rushing over you, reminiscing all the times you spent as a child eating each of these dishes at the very table you were sitting at.

“Wow, this is all so good,” you mumble after taking a huge bite of meat, letting out a pleasured hum as you chew.

“Y/N, honey, please don’t talk with your mouth full,” your father scolds, shooting an apologetic and embarrassed look to his sister.

Your aunt let out a belly laugh as she waves you dad off, “Nonsense! Let them enjoy their food. I am just glad you have you guys back.”

Your mother smiles at her comment, nodding her head in agreement, “Us too, it’s good to be back, even for a bit. Thank you for having us.”

“Oh, of course. How could I ever say no to my brother?” smiles your aunt, before turning to you, “Is there anything special you wanted to do while you were here? Do you have anything planned?”

You shake your head, “No, not really. Just kinda wanted to spend time with family for the most part.”

“Oh, what about Minho? I know you two were close as kids. Are you going to see him? He still lives here.”

Your heart stops for a moment as your brain recalls your old best friend, a name that hadn’t crossed your mind in years as fragments of your memories began to resurface, ones that you didn’t even know you have. “Wow, I forgot about him, honestly.”

Your mom gives you a comforting smile, noticing a slight sadness in your eyes, “Well, I think it wouldn’t be a bad idea to catch up with him, no? Aren’t you curious to know what he has been up to all these years?”

You nod, feeling uneasy at the thought of coming face to face with your former friend after the stunt your younger self pulled on him, “Ah, maybe. We’ll see.”

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You had spent the last few days catching up with your cousins, letting them take you out wherever they thought you had to see and show you what you’ve been missing. Unfortunately for you, that meant you were dragged off to a night of drinking and while you had fun with lots of laughs, you were beginning to regret all the alcohol you had ingested the night before as you woke up with a pounding headache. 

Since the day your aunt mentioned Minho over dinner, you couldn’t help but wonder what he had been up to nowadays, what he looked like, if he had changed much, your heart yearning for the boy you once loved as a child. While you could’ve easily asked any of your family members where to find him, you were also dreading having to face after so long. What if he was still mad at you? What if he was disappointed in who you’ve become? What if he had become an insufferable asshole over the years? 

The insurmountable what-if’s were too much for you to bear, choosing it was best to avoid the subject much as you both have all these years. Yet, you couldn’t ignore the pang in your heart as you looked through your old memories of him, part of you wishing to relive that childlike innocence you lost when you moved away.

That’s when you remembered the old pond Minho and you once frequented as children and thought maybe this was the respite you needed for not only your hurt soul, but your hangover too. Maybe you needed the peace and tranquility of mother nature today.

You felt your heart swell with anxiety as you approached the start of the trail you had become so acquainted with, noticing the same trees decorating the entrance, the only difference was their thickened trunks and roots that had overgrown onto the poorly maintained path. 

You begin to make the trek into the forest, enjoying the gentle zephyr that kisses your skin, inviting you back into your old safe haven as if it recognizes you. The familiar buzzing of mosquitoes greets your ears, along with the songs of birds filling the rest of the space.

A gentle smile melts onto your face as you arrive at the same pond that somehow remains unchanged over the years, just like how you remembered it all those years ago. It was as if you were going back in time as you took in your surroundings, your mind replaying memories of the days you and Minho spent here as children, recalling the first time he had forced you out here and how glad you were that he did.

There are still tadpoles swimming in the water, your smile widening as you realize the frogs are still laying eggs here, even after all these years. You feel at home again seeing how this was like your own little time capsule, a feeling of safety and comfort taking over you, one you hadn’t felt in years. You don’t know how much had passed, but the sound of crunching leaves and twigs startled you from your daze, visibly jumping in place as you turned to see the source of the sound.

Behind you was a man about your age standing there, surprise and confusion painting his face, scanning you from head to toe while analyzing your features. Your face mirrors the same expression he wore as you took him in, your eyes widening as you recognize the man standing before you as none other than your childhood best friend, Minho. 

Somehow, he still looks like the boy you once knew, the only difference being that he grew into his feature with a more matured air around him, his eyes tired from god knows what.

“Y/N…?” he spoke with disbelief, not entirely believing the sight before his eyes.

“Minho?”

For a moment, both of you could only stare at each other, unsure how to react or what to say in the moment, as it felt like you both had just seen a ghost appear in front of you. Your mouth dries as you search for the right words, resisting the overwhelming urge to just jump into his arms and cry out a mess of an apology between tears.

“You’re… here? You’re back?” he questions with a gleam of hope in his eyes, all the memories of his youth flooding back in as his heart swelled with joy, the bitter resentment he had held for so long disappearing for a moment.

“Just for a bit,” you whisper nervously, “I’m just visiting with family.”

The soft smile on Minho’s face began to drop as disappointment colored his face, the hurt he felt all those years ago as a child bubbling back up in his tummy, leaving a bitter taste in his mouth while feeling foolish to think you had moved back home. 

“I… Y/N, why didn’t you tell me you were leaving?”

You felt your heart contort from guilt and agony as you watched Minho’s smile dissipate, his eyes now shining as they watered while recalling the painful memory of the day you left.

“Minho, I’m sorry, I really am. I tried to apologize to you after, but you never wanted to talk after.”

“I waited for you that day. I waited for you to come here, but you never showed up. I went all the way to your house and saw it was empty. My mom had to tell me,” you were wishing the world would swallow you whole as tears streamed down your face, “Y/N, did you not want to say goodbye? Did you not even miss me?”

“Of course I missed you, Minho. I wanted to stay here with you, but telling you I was moving was scary and I didn’t know how.”

His eyebrows furrow at your words, his lips trembling as he tried to hold back a cry as he croaked out with a mixture of sadness and anger, “You left me, Y/N. It wasn’t fair, you don’t know how much I cried for you. Did you even care about how I felt?”

“Minho, I know what I did hurt you and I regret it so much, you meant so much to me, but I was just a kid. I didn’t know any better.”

Minho focuses his gaze to the ground as tear drops roll off his face, the fabric of his shirt darkening as they make their landing, shaking his head side to side, he whispers, “You know, I was a kid too.”

With that, he looks at your face with a hurt expression one last time, turning his back towards you as he walks away, not failing to leave you with a gut-wrenching thought, “Maybe you shouldn’t have come back.”

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WHAT HAPPENED TO HELLO??

I've rejected affection for years and years 

 "Come now, Just one hug from me? I'm your boyfriend and all." Childe frowns when you answer 'no.' and keeps writing things in a certain notebook. He still kept trying though. However, you always rejected. 

Still, everyday he'll shower you with gifts and never ending compliments. Even when you tell him to go away, he kept insisting. 

Now I have it, and damn it. It's kind of weird. 

 "Pleaseee??" He begs. "Not even a kiss?"

".. Fine." You swore you've never seen someone jump up in excitement and lunged towards you, pressing soft kisses all over your face. Your face was red and kept yelling at him to stop, even though you haven't noticed you were enjoying his affection. 

 He tells me I'm pretty, don't know how to respond.

  "You're so beautiful, you know that?" He said while looking up to the stars. Tonight was a meteor shower and both of you went outside to glance up at the sky. His smile never disappeared from his face, you thought it was adorable.

I tell him that he's pretty too, can I say that? Don't have a clue. 

"You are too." You mindlessly muttered out. Yet he still heard your words. Your eyes automatically looked at him, and he was smiling at you. "You mean that?" He asks. You nod in response, watching his smile grow bigger and before you knew it he hugs you, tighter than before. This time, you weren't pushing him away.

Part 2

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Imagine never in a thousand years of being with the Conqueror of Demons, Yaksha or Xiao as he is now called did you think the time would come where he would have to choose between you and one another.

"Xiao."

"No shut up, don't talk to me."

"Xiao." This time you called him softly.

"Not now (First name) I'm trying to consen-"

"It's okay Xiao, let me go."

Imagine you never imagined this day would come. With the three of you, the traveller and him all bruised up and exhausted. The three of you might have defeated the enemy, but here you are in such situation.

Imagine your arms feels slightly numb upon hanging on for as long as you can remember from the cliff and yet the lingering warm touch of your lover was still felt, the same with his trembling touch. You know he was exhausted, and to make matters worst.

Imagine panting, glancing at your side. There was the unconscious traveller being held by Xiao preventing her from falling.

"What are you saying-"

"You knew very well in times like this decision.. decision must be made. Xiao." You smiled at him as you look at those trembling yellow iris of his.

"The others won't arrive until a while. By the time they arrive it would be too late for the two us." You added, swallowing a mouthful of blood.

"It's on you Xiao."

Imagine the way his eyes continued to tremble upon your words, glancing back and forth between you and Lumine. Strange, why is he looking at you like that. Have he made up his mind?

Imagine, it's not like you would mind if he chose her. But still, feeling a light pang on your chest. You want to cry, the sudden urge to cry was there and yet you continued to hold back your tears with a smile.

"Xiao?" Looking at your lover in daze, you chuckle. But soon stopped upon following his gaze, there was a woman.

"Xiao?" Unconsciously, you hold on into his arm, only then did he snapped at it.

"I'm sorry, what were you talking about again?"

Imagine you knew it from the way he looks at her from afar, you knew there was something. So why is he looking at you like that? Why does he kept looking at you like he was ready to let go of the traveller when she was the first for him to reach out a hand as you barely hang in there.

"Xiao. It's okay." You chuckle, a tear rolling down your cheek.

"It's okay, let me go."

"What are you saying- ugh."

Imagine, in the split second. The hand that was holding you loosen. Everything felt slow after that, the way his yellow iris widen, the way his jaw dropped. The way you look at your hand before taking it close to your chest, holding the place where his lingering touch was still felt. You smile, it was warm.

Imagine as you look up, strangely warm breeze blowing on your back. You saw Xiao frantically screaming in which seems at you, the way you saw tears running down those eyes makes you wonder why does he have to make it seems like he accidentally let go of you? Why does he have to make it seems like he was still in love with you. Why does it looks like he would jump off that cliff just to chase after you?

Imagine with every but of strength left. You smile at him.

"Don't come."

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