I've waited a hundred years. But I'd wait a million more for you.
(TW: panic attack, slight overthinking, cursing)
Your POV:
Another day has passed, sitting beside the window in your apartment, a cup of tea in my hands. It's been years since I left our special day, yet I think to myself years isn't even the word to describe it. It mostly felt like decades, with how time flies like I'm in some time machine. I sighed as my mind began to fill with the memories I wish it didn't happen, “looks like someone is diving into their deep thoughts again.” Said your best friend, Maxine. “Ako? wala eme eme ka na naman jan, max.” “Cge sabi mo.” You rolled your eyes at her as you took a sip of your tea.
Rainy afternoon's like this made me hate myself so much, what if I didn't let my fear get over me that day? What if I didn't doubt myself from all the voices inside my head? What if I come back, he'd be the one to push me away? I hate this. I'll just end up crying myself to sleep over and over again. As my tears were about to fall, the sudden call of my phone caugth my attention.
Vincent (Manager) is calling
I quickly picked up my phone, “Hi, Y/N. Sorry to tap this weekend, but would it be so kind if you cover for Olivia’s interview for this week Grand Prix?” He said, this slightly send shiver down your spine as you heard the words. Me being at the race track to possibly interview drivers? “Hello? Y/N?” “Yeah, I'm here.” You said as you dig your nails into the couch, trying to calm myself down. “So? If you can't do it, I'll just find someone else to-" "I'll do it.” Shocking. “Great! I'll see you tomorrow at the airport?” “Mhm.”
Holy shit. That's all your brain could function right now, first of all, I should be glad to take the job. But there? Thoughts filled you up once again, second, what if this is the opportunity to… talk to him? Well that's another problem. ‘I’ll focus with the first one.’ you said to yourself, you quickly cleaned the living room before rushing through your walk in closet. Opening the first cabinet, which is fill with formal yet classy looking style.
Hours had passed and you were still debating on what to wear, “You should wear something light colored, iha.” You got startled by your… mother in law's voice? “Mama? What are you doing here?” “Why? Bawal na ba akong dumalawa sa anak ko?” “Akala ko po ba-” “Opps! I didn't say that I'm taking sides, Darling. You're still my daughter after all, and yes I'm sure you're reason is valid.” She said, “Narinig ko, tinanggap mo daw yung offer ng manager mo?” Damn. This woman knows everything in general, “Opo, eh sayang rin naman po kung hindi ko kunin…” She slightly chuckled, making me more unease. “Oh sya, tulungan nalang kita.”
“Baka gutom ka, Mama. Paglutuan po muna kita bago ka umalis.” “I’m okay, Darling. Plus naghihintay sila Diddy mo sa reservations namin para sa trabaho. Ingat ka palagi, hmm?” She said as she pulls me into a hug—a hug I once missed, a hug just like my gian. “Maiwan na kita, tawagan mo nalang ako kung may kailangan ka.” “Opo, ingay ka, Mama.” You waved her goodbye before she could open the door. At this moment, my mother in law’s hug was still pestering me so bad, it made me teared up knowing that someday I'll never get to experience like my own mother’s. I check my phone to look at the time,
7:31PM
1 New Notification
I open the notification, which led me to my manager’s contact,
Vincent (Manager)
Call time tomorrow is at 6AM SHARP, may mga kailangan pa tayong ayusin bago pumunta sa Canada, Y/N. I'm expecting you to be there.
“Ang aga naman, ano ‘to parang mag team building ulit?” I said to myself, slightly laughing for second, my laughter was uncontrollably to the point it made think the possibility that could lead me to speak to him. “Why did I put myself into this situation? Parang walang nangyari ung umalis ako, tangina ganu'n parin.” This just continued before I knew, my face heated up with wet tears, heart was pounding like crazy, my body was uncontrollably shaking. “Y/N! Hoy hinga. Anyare sa'yo? Iniwan ko lang kayo ni Mama kanina.” You heard your best friend’s voice trying to calm you down, Max was your sister-in-law/ best friend.
“What triggered it this time ba?” “Max.” “What's keeping you so scared, Y/N? Kilala mo naman si Kuya Gi, maintinding tao yun. Lalo na sa'yo.” I sighed, of course he is, ever since then… “Y/N, kung kailangan mo nang professional help, marami naman akong kakilala. Kami nila Mama marami.” “Max, alam mo namang hindi ako komportable sa mga ganu'n.” “Alam ko, pero isang tao lang naman makakatulong sa'yo. Syempre kilala mo na kung sino.” Him. It's always been Gian how helped me overcome everything. “Ewan ko sa'yo, cge na mag-aayos pako ng mga gamit-” “Inaayos ko na, alam kong marami kang iisipin tutal wala rin naman akong magawa.” Hay na'ko, Maxine Juliana. Ano kaya mangyayari sa'kin kung hindi mo’ko kilala? “Oh, iiyak ka na naman. Tigilan mo yan papanget ka.” “Ano ba!” I said with a laughing tone.
It was getting late, Max left my room earlier, I was in bed staring into ceiling—like it was some routine of mine that made me fall asleep faster. Before I closed my eyes, I remembered something I wrote to him, I wrote before our wedding. I quickly switched into my drawer, opened it.
To my dearest gian,
Never in my life have I thought about how I couldn't love you not as much as you love me to the fullest, on this day, may our promises become true, may our misunderstanding moments become a lesson, and lastly, may my heart belong to you. As I write this, I prayed to God, thanking him for giving me a man like you, a man who has a vision for his future, a man who is true to himself, a man that is willing to take the risk, a man who has an everlasting love for me. My gian, congratulations to us on this day. The day we've been wishing for years. The day that will make us happy til the day we die. I love you, always and forever, Kariktan.
I have died every day waiting for you. Darling, don't be afraid. I have loved you for a thousand years. I'll love you for a thousand more
Who knew you could get this far in life? The moment felt surreal, bringing back memories that used to fill your nights—memories that brought so much love and happiness into your life.
Today was your boyfriend Kevin’s birthday, and you both decided to celebrate at the beach. Fortunately, booking a place in Greece wasn’t an issue, as his parents offered you the use of their villa there. You woke up early to prepare everything—breakfast, activities you had planned for the trip, and more. However, time had other plans.
“Stay,” Kevin said as he wrapped his arms around your waist, making it hard for you to move or even breathe, filling you with butterflies. Yes, you still felt those butterflies, and to be honest, they never get old.
“I have to run some errands, KD.”
“Just five more minutes. You can leave after that,” he insisted, being his stubborn self. It was hard to say no to him, especially since being in his arms felt like the safest place in the world.
“I’ll see you later, okay?” you said, walking up to him on your tiptoes to peck his lips before rushing outside. You knew how much he hated surprises, yet you planned to surprise him every month on your monthsary, anniversary, and for every grand prix he won. This symbolized how much you appreciated him as a person, your person.
You made your way to the car his parents gave him and went on with your day.
Ding!
A message from the king of your heart 🤍
I'm at my friend’s house, Asterism. But I'll pick you up later, okay? I have to go somewhere first, but don’t worry—I paid for everything since it’s my birthday.
Oh, wear something fancy. I’ll see you later.
I love you for a thousand more. 🤍
As you pulled up to the villa, Kevin's unexpected message lingered in your mind, stirring confusion on a day that should have been celebratory—his birthday. Although the drive home felt uneventful, a wave of nervousness washed over you as you approached the villa, nearly causing you to falter as you stepped out of the car. Just before you unlocked the door, something caught your eye: a note resting beside the swing. You picked it up and brought it inside, setting aside all your plans for the surprise you had intended to prepare.
Go to the beachfront from the villa at 20:00.
-KD
Why would he ask you to do that? You tried to connect all the events that had just happened, but it left you puzzled. With no choice, you called your best friends, Bella and Simone. Well, plot twist: both already knew what was happening.
Ringing… You: Hey, Bella. I was wondering if you could come and—
Bella: Yup, I’m on my way. Well, Simone and I are coming over.
Now this was starting to feel strange.
You: How did you…? Never mind, I’ll see you later.
Simone: CONGRA—
Beep, beep, beep…
“Do you… guys have some idea what Kevin was on here?” You showed them the letter he left earlier, “Baka gusto lang niya simple celebration?” “Oo nga, Y/N.” They said, which still doesn’t make sense to you. Hours passed, and your friends left right away as they gave the gift to Kevin—he was a brother to them, honestly, which is why they were thrilled that both of you started dating. As you were about to open your phone, you got another message from Kevin.
Ding!
A Message from king of my heart 🤍
Don’t come out before 20:00, okay? Baka masira effort 😢
You chuckled as you saw the message he sent.
You: Parang ikaw na rin nagset up nang birthday celebration mo, KD. 😆
He didn’t reply and just simply reacted to it.
Well, pauwi na’ko maya-maya. Plus, alam kong hindi ka pa nag-aayos.
And, I hope you'll love my surprise for us later, crystal. :)
You smiled at the last message he sent you not noticing the time, 18:30. Shit. You rushed to the bathroom, did all the body and face care as you finished showering, did your makeup and hair, and the worst part? You don’t even have a dress to wear, unless… you picked up your phone to call Kevin’s mom
Ringing…
Mom: Oh, Y/N anak?
You: Hi, Mama! May tatanong lang po sana ako
Mom: Ano ‘yon, iha?
You: May mga iniwan ka po bang damit dito? Dress po sana
Mom: Ay oo marami! Open cam ka
You opened your camera and went to their master’s bedroom to find the walk-in closet. This left you in disbelief expression; every glass cabinet had its own brand—Prada, Vivienne Westwood, and many more. But, this one dress really caught your attention.
Mom: Ayan, anak.
She said, guiding you to the dress you first laid your eyes on.
Mom: If you need accessories and such, nasa drawer lang dun sa may table, hmm?
You: Opo, Ma. Babye po, love you!
Call ended…
Moments pass, and a rush of adrenaline seeks into your bloodstream as you step out of the beachfront from inside. The cold breeze air brushes into your bare skin, making you slightly shiver, yet you couldn't help but notice a strange pathway that leads to the water. Following the petals made you feel even more nervous—though I think nervous isn't the best word to describe it. Enchanted.
As you were about to look up, one of your favorite romantic songs started to play—softly, melodic, peace.
“Hi,” Kevin said, who is in a formal fit, not too much formalitie but it made him look like the first time you saw him. “What is all of this?” You asked him; he walked up to you, intertwining his hand into yours, placing his other hand around your waist as he swayed you to the melodic background music. “I hope I didn't surprise you, my love.” “Well, you kind of did too, KD.” He chuckled at your response, and you both stayed like this after the music stopped.
He pulled away from your touch and looked at the band as if he was giving them a signal. Then he looks back at you; he gets on one knee; on the other hand, I could believe this moment—you were stiff as a rock, and you covered your mouth to avoid distraction from your face.
“My heart feels a warmth that only you can bring. I seek to have you by my side as my daylight and my happiness. Will you marry me, Ms. Y/N?” “Yes, yes, yes!” You were amazed by how beautiful the ring was; he put it on your ring finger, stood up, and wiped your tears. “Umiiyak ka na naman, asawa.” “Ikaw kasi!” You sniffed and chuckled at the same time, and so did Kevin.
At that point, all you could think about was how he made his birthday a very special one for both of you.
Know we've been friends. And love only knows broken ends.
You're everything to me, Jai.
Words. Deceptive words that carry the weight of betrayal. How could you utter such painful statements to someone you hold dear—someone you would do anything for—only to realize that your feelings and perceptions clash so profoundly? From the very start of his career, I stood by his side, unwavering in my support. I witnessed the heart-wrenching moment when his family never expressed their love to him, the love and stability he once knew crumbling away. I was there during his darkest hours, offering solace and companionship when he felt utterly alone. Time and again, I made myself available, ready to be the anchor he desperately needed.
Yet, everything shifted irrevocably on that fateful night.
"You're drunk, Jai," you said, your voice steady but laced with concern as you guided him down the dimly lit hallway towards his hotel room. The distant sounds of laughter and music from the party faded away, leaving an unsettling silence between you two.
As you reached the door, Jai stumbled slightly, and you caught him, feeling the warmth radiate off his skin. "Y/n... why can't you like me back?" he slurred, his words tumbling out in a haze of confusion and vulnerability. "Am I nothing to you...?"
Your heart sank at his words. You found yourself caught in a whirlwind of emotions, contemplating your response. Should you soothe his feelings with kindness, or be honest about the distance between you two? Just as you began to gather your thoughts, you reached the door to his room.
With a quick flick of his key card, the lock clicked open, and you gently pushed him inside. He collapsed onto the bed, the soft mattress enveloping him as he sank back against the pillows, eyes half-closed. You sat down at the edge of the bed, the weight of the moment pressing heavily upon you. The room was dimly lit, creating an intimate atmosphere, but your mind was racing, trying to untangle the mix of emotions swirling around in Jai’s drunken confession.
The entire revelation from Benjamin meant very little to you. From the outset, you had been quite outspoken about your feelings for him, clearly expressing your thoughts and emotions. However, the atmosphere that night was casual, punctuated by a few drinks, which added an air of lightness that belied the deeper implications of his confession. You could sense that such a moment, if not approached with caution, had the potential to stir up painful memories and could jeopardize the fragile connections you cherished. The risk of damaging those delicate bonds weighed heavily on your mind, making you acutely aware of how a single misstep could lead to irreparable consequences.
Benjamin pulled you close, the warmth of his body enveloping you in a way that sent shivers down your spine. It felt as if the world around you had faded away, leaving just the two of you in this electric moment. As he drew you nearer, you felt his hand slip around your waist, his fingers softly gripping your love handles. The softness of his touch was both familiar and thrilling, igniting a whirlwind of emotions within you.
You felt your heart race as his other hand gently cupped your face, his thumb brushing against your skin in a way that made you feel cherished. A deep blush crept over your cheeks, and you could almost hear the frantic fluttering of butterflies in your stomach. Rational thoughts swirled in your mind, battling the intoxicating pull of the moment. This is wrong, you thought. This is so wrong. This shouldn’t be happening right now.
“Jai, you’re drunk, for fuck sa—” he began, but before he could finish his thought, everything blurred and faded to black. In a heartbeat, you found yourself kissing him, your lips crashing together with an intensity that took you by surprise. All your overthinking vanished, replaced by the overwhelming surge of feeling as you lost yourself in the kiss, tasting the sweet freedom of the moment. The seconds before, filled with doubt and hesitation, no longer mattered. It was just you and him, entwined in a passion that felt both exhilarating and dangerously right.
You instinctively pulled away from his touch as soon as the unmistakable sound of his phone ringing pierced the heavy atmosphere. It was his Team Principal calling, and in that moment, all you could think about was vanishing, disappearing from the whirlwind of emotions that had engulfed you just moments before. Heart racing, you stood up and rushed to silence the persistent ringing, desperation coursing through you as you stole one last glance in his direction.
He looked utterly disheveled—eyes heavy and half-lidded, a mixture of drunkenness and longing etched on his face. The memory of the kiss lingered between you like an electric current, and you could see that he craved more, even in his hazy state. With a sense of urgency, you pushed the door open, escaping the room that felt thick with unexpressed feelings, leaving him behind, vulnerable and intoxicated.
Who knew if he’d remember everything that had transpired so suddenly? The uncertainty gnawed at you as you made your way to your own room, thoughts swirling chaotically in your mind. You opened the door and entered the comforting clarity of your space, but the weight of the evening pressed heavily on your shoulders. In an attempt to drown out the turmoil, you flopped onto your bed, curling up into a tight ball under the covers, and surrendered to exhaustion, hoping that when you awoke, the chaos of the night would fade like a bad dream.
How can we go back to being friends? When we just shared a bed? How can you look at me and pretend? I'm someone you've never met?
Once again, you find yourself in that familiar scene: you and Aaron nestled together in a cozy bed. The soft sheets envelop you both as he buries his face into your chest, seeking warmth and solace in your embrace. You can feel the gentle rise and fall of his breath against your skin, and a sense of comfort washes over you, mingling with the unspoken tension that lingers between you. Despite the peacefulness of the moment, the label that defines your relationship looms overhead, unchanging and resolute, reminding you that there’s more to the connection than just this tranquil intimacy.
“Hey, Ron?” you called softly, struggling to keep your emotions in check as you steadied your breath. You could feel the tension in the air, thick and suffocating, as he lifted his gaze to meet yours, his expression laced with uncertainty and curiosity.
He shifted slightly, an uneasy silence hanging between you both. “You know we can’t keep on doing this,” you stated, your voice just above a whisper, trying so hard to maintain composure despite the storm of feelings raging inside you.
Aaron took a moment to collect himself, his posture rigid as he sat beside you, his body language betraying the conflict brewing within him. “I know,” he replied, his tone colder than you had hoped, yet infused with an unspoken gravity.
You turned to face him fully, confusion swirling in your mind. It felt like this was a conversation you had had before, a cycle neither of you could seem to break. “Like I said, I respect everything you told me. I’m not like my father, Y/N,” he asserted, desperation seeping through the cracks of his carefully constructed mask.
That hit hard. You knew all too well that you had lost him because of the choices his father had made—a weighty decision that loomed over both of you. Aaron had fought valiantly against the odds, but it had never been enough. The painful truth echoed in your heart: it wasn't just about you; it was the relentless shadow of his father's influence that had pulled you apart.
"Did you enjoy every moment we've spent together?" you asked, your voice soft yet laced with an undercurrent of apprehension. You observed him closely, noting the way his body trembled, betraying the tension that coursed through him. A cold sweat glistened on his brow, contrasting sharply with the warmth of the memories you shared. He remained silent, a heavy stillness enveloping the space between you. In that quiet moment, you understood without words; his silence alone spoke volumes, and you received your answer with a mix of heartache and clarity.
Just as you contemplated breaking free from his presence besides you, a wave of adrenaline washed over you, igniting a bittersweet ache deep within your heart. He wrapped his fingers around your wrist with a gentle yet reassuring grip, his touch radiating warmth that seemed to melt away your worries. When his lips finally brushed against yours, the kiss ignited a storm of passion, each moment stretching like an eternity, making it feel as if this was the final precious fragment of time meant for the two of you to savor.
And just like that, it all unfolded once more. You stood there, a tempest of emotions churning inside you, your gaze fixated on the ground as waves of disappointment washed over you. It wasn’t merely disappointment that clouded your heart; it was a potent mix of anger, frustration, and a hint of stubbornness that refused to let go.
You had allowed yourself to slip back into his orbit, despite knowing the risks, and now it felt as if you were suffocated by the weight of your own decisions. In a rush, you pushed him away—both physically and emotionally—warding off the lingering connection that had tethered you together just moments before. The room felt stifling, each breath heavy with unspoken words and unacknowledged feelings, propelling you towards the door.
As you stepped outside, the night air hit your face like a splash of cold water, but it could not extinguish the warmth spreading in your cheeks—an unpleasant reminder of the tears that began to cascade down your face. Each droplet traced a path down your skin, mingling with the fiery heat of your embarrassment and regret. You cursed yourself under your breath, frustration bubbling up as you made your way to your car. The tires crunched on the gravel as if echoing the chaos in your mind—each step a reminder of how foolish you felt for letting your heart lead you into this turmoil once again.
How Would the Cynosure Boys React to You Staring at Their Face and Doing the Triangle Method?
ARKAEL JAMES
Arkael notices immediately. His sharp gaze locks onto yours, amusement flickering in his eyes, but he doesn’t say anything at first. He lets you keep staring, watching the way your gaze subtly drifts from his left eye to his right, then down to his lips. A slow and knowing smirk forms on his lips, and he tilts his head slightly as if daring you to continue.
“See something you like?” His voice is smooth and calm, but there’s something dangerously inviting in the way he says it.
You don’t look away. He leans in slightly, closing the distance between you, his breath warm against your skin. “Careful, Ari,” he murmurs, his voice dropping lower, more teasing. “Keep looking at me like that, and I might just do something about it.”
And when you finally break first, flustered and looking away, he chuckles, shaking his head. “That’s what I thought.”
MAXIMUS SCOTT
At first, Maximus thinks there’s something on his face. His brows furrow slightly, and he shifts uncomfortably before blurting out, “What? Is there something wrong?”
He doesn’t shy away from your gaze. If anything, he leans back slightly, relaxing as a slow and confident smirk spreads across his lips. When your gaze flickers to his lips, he laughs softly, shaking his head. “You really don’t know what you’re getting yourself into, do you?”
Then, just to mess with you, he leans in slowly, deliberately closing the space between you. His eyes never leave yours, and the smirk on his lips only grows wider.
"Since you're staring so much," he murmurs, his breath warm against your skin, "why don't you come a little closer and see if I taste as good as I look, Caelum?"
CARLEXIS JUDE
Carlexis doesn’t know what to do. He notices you staring and immediately gets flustered, his ears turning pink as he shifts uncomfortably. "W-What? Why are you looking at me like that?"
He tries to play it off, laughing awkwardly, but when he sees your eyes flicker to his lips he freezes. His breath catches in his throat, he exhales sharply and leans in, closing the space between you.
His eyes darken, his voice lowering as he murmurs, “You really like pushing me, don’t you, Val?”
And then just to see your reaction, he tilts his head, his lips barely an inch from yours. "What’s wrong?" he teases, the nervousness in his voice fading into something smoother, bolder. "Not so confident anymore?"
KYLER SHANE
Kyler doesn’t get it at first. His brows furrow as he gives you a confused look. “…Uh, what are you doing?”
You don’t answer, still staring. It takes a few seconds before he finally notices. His eyes widen slightly, then boom. His ears turn red first, and then his whole face follows.
“Oh.” His first instinct? Panic. He coughs into his hand, quickly looking away. But you don’t stop. You keep staring, your gaze flickering between his lips and his eyes. He freezes, realizing you’re not going to back down.
His mind races, and in a desperate attempt to save himself, he stares back, “Don’t play with me like that, baka mabaliw ako at gumanti bigla, Aurelia.”
NAOKI FORT
Naoki notices you staring but doesn’t immediately get it. He tilts his head slightly like a lost puppy. “…Okay ka lang?”
You don’t answer. You just keep looking at him, and when your gaze flickers to his lips, he blinks. At first, confusion. Then, realization. “Oh?”
Then, his expression shifts. His lips curl into a slow, amused smirk. His voice drops lower. “Ohhh.” Now he’s staring back. He mirrors the triangle method deliberately, dragging his gaze from your eyes to your lips, then back up.
“Are you me testing for something, Zenith?” His voice is smooth, but there’s a challenge hidden beneath it. “Or gusto mo, ako na mag take over?”
If you try to back away, his smirk grows wider. “Ah, no running now. You started it first”
CHESTER NICOLAS
Nicolas notices immediately. The moment your eyes flicker to his lips, his smirk grows mischievous and knowing, entirely too full with himself.
"Oh?Tinititigan mo ako nang ganyan, may gusto ka bang sabihin?" His voice is smooth, teasing. You don’t respond. You just keep looking, pushing the silent challenge further.
His amusement only deepens. “Grabe ka naman, Lumi. Kanina pa ako nilalaplap ng mata mo.” Then, just to mess with you, he leans in slightly. His gaze mirrors yours.
And then he does the unexpected. With a teasing grin, his thumb grazes your lower lip, his touch featherlight. His voice drops lower, almost a whisper. "Hmm, mukhang masarap ‘to. Baka gusto kong tikman?"
He watches for your reaction, and when he sees you get even the slightest bit flustered, he chuckles, deep and amused.
IÑAKI NATHANIEL
The second he catches you staring, his smirk grows wicked, his golden eyes practically glowing with amusement. He doesn’t ask why you’re the one who started this game, and he’s more than happy to play along with you.
He leans in slightly, voice dropping to a smooth murmur. “You keep looking at me like that, Bliss… starting to think you want to do something.” And then you let your gaze drop to his lips. His smirk deepens. “Ah, I see.”
And instead of just leaning closer like a normal person, Iñaki being Iñaki does the absolute most. With zero hesitation, he reaches for the buttons of his shirt. The first one? Undone.
He doesn’t break eye contact, doesn’t stop smirking as he slowly, deliberately starts unbuttoning his shirt.
“Since you like looking so much,” he hums, “might as well give you something worth staring at, right?”
CHARLESTON RHETT
Rhett is completely caught off guard. The second he realizes you’re staring, he stiffens. “Uh… okay? What’s happening?”
His laugh is awkward, nervous. He doesn’t know what to do with himself. But then he catches the way your eyes flicker down to his lips, and he instantly turns red.
“You’re… You’re really staring, huh?” He tries to play it cool, but it’s painfully obvious he’s struggling. His whole body tenses up, and he suddenly forgets how to breathe.
If you keep going, he groans and covers his face with his hands. “Stop it, Liora. You’re gonna make me explode and maybe hindi ko mapigilan sarili ko.”
And later that night, when he’s alone? He’s going to overthink this for hours with boner in his pants.
THEO PRINCETON
Theo notices immediately. He always does. The way your gaze lingers on him a little too long, the way your eyes trace his features with quiet intensity.
At first, he doesn’t say anything, just tilts his head slightly, brows raising in silent curiosity. You’re being obvious, and he’s waiting for you to realize it.
But you don’t stop. You just keep staring at him. His lips twitch, amusement flickering in his usually cool expression. “Something on my face?” His voice is calm and steady, but there’s something laced with it.
He lingers closer to you, not quite touching, but close enough to make your pulse race. His gaze is sharp, and when he sees the faintest hint of hesitation in your eyes, his smirk widens.
"What’s wrong, I thought you can take me?" His voice is almost teasing, almost challenging.
“Bubby, you've been on your phone since the day you landed here. Is there something wrong?” Indeed yes, she has been like this since the day his step brother was issued in Japan. “Bubby?” No response, she couldn't talk at all, it felt like there was a trap in her mouth that was shutting her up from speaking. Ethan then noticed that her hands were already trembling, he dropped everything he was doing, walked up to Bubby as fast as he could, taking her phone away and holding her close to him. “Breathe, Y/N. Breathe.” This wasn't new to Ethan at all, she has had these panic attacks ever since the day news of his brother came out. “Breathe with me as I count to three, okay?” She nodded, “1, 2, 3.” Breathe in, “1, 2, 3.” Breathe out.
Moments later, he finally calmed down Bubby, still holding the position they were in earlier, before Ethan could get back to his work. He noticed her phone being unlocked and… “Bubby, care to explain?” Holding her phone, scrolling through all the comments, before looking at her with worried eyes. No response. Ethan tried asking again, “Y/N.” “Can we stop this?” Ethan looked at her with confusion, “Stop what, bub?” She pushes him away, walks up in front of the sliding glass door of the balcony view, staring into the city lights that contrast the modulated noise outside. “Us.” Ethan stood up to walk behind her, before he could place his hand on her shoulder, she turned around to face him, cupping his face with her hands, “I can't love you anymore, Gab…” Ethan felt a huge rock on top of his chest as he heard what she said, “W-what… makes you think of that, Y/N? It's been 3 months since I've courted you, and you're just leaving like that?” “I'm sorry…” She said, this wasn't easy for her to say, but she had too.
“Is this about the issue your brother brought himself into?” Ethan said, looking at her with pure sadness in his eyes. No response. “Y/N, if you're gonna keep your mouth shut-” Yes! God, Ethan. Can't you see that I'm trying to speak up about it?! I just can't because I… I don't wanna hurt you.” She shouted, Ethan couldn't move at all, “So everything we’ve been doing is just a waste of time?” Ethan looked at her, with again pure sadness. “What? Of course not.” “Then why? I know you have your reason why, Y/N.” Should I say it? I mean this is already hurting us at this point, but I have to. “I… I love you so much, Gab. But, can’t you see that I’m also hurting here? I don’t wanna make the same mistakes my brother did. ” “And, I won’t let that happen, Bubby.” “How can you be sure about what you’re saying right now?” Ethan didn’t speak, he knew he’d see this coming, especially this time around.
“I can leave everything.” “No, Gab.” Y/N, if this is about passion over us, I'm choosing us.” Ethan held her hands, looking at her as there was hope in her. “You can't just do that, because of me. You build yourself into this world and you're just gonna run away like that?” “And I'm building it with you, Y/N. I'm building my dream with the person who has always been there from the beginning.” She just stared into his eyes, unable to speak with all the countless voices that had been interrupting her. “Gab…” “Or did you love me because you had to?” Then it hit her, did she really love him because she had to? Or is it because she doesn't want to be a distraction to him in the future? “I'm sorry…” “Just get out, please, Y/N.” How can someone you truly love be the reason for your heartbreak? At this point, she just went out of the room, leaving Ethan standing there on the edge of bed. Soon or later, he collapse into the floor, hands on his face preventing himself from shedding the tear that has been building up from the beginning.
Tunay na propesiya. Ikaw ang dakilang rason ba't ako ginawa. Aking oksihina
TW: Mentioning someone's death, shouting, (didn't proof read so please bear with me)
“Mama, tama na yan!” His younger sister shouted; all Simon could do was stare at the wooden flooring of their house. Their house, he doesn't even consider this as his house anymore since the day his biological father died. “Lumayas ka dito! Wala ka nang ginawa kundi umalis, simon.” His mother shouted at him, Simon moved from his position a while ago. Getting the keys to his car, and shutting the door behind him. He quickly started his car and drove somewhere he found peace,
“Coming!” Mahal shouted before opening the door; before she unlocked the door, she peeked through the peek hole and saw Simon standing there in tears. “Jeh, anyare?” “Y/N…” He slid himself into her arms, which made Mahal a bit surprised. It's been a while since she saw him like this, by a while that means before they broke up. “Pasok ka-” “Let's go to our usual spot.” Before Mahal could speak again, she was dragged to his car and started driving. The drive there was silent, yet comforting just like before. “We're here.” Simon woke up his… ex, Mahal startled before moving the chair to its original position.
“So… ang tagal rin pala natin pumunta dito, ‘no?” Let's be honest, it was weird starting the conversation with that topic. I mean well for Mahal, “Lagi ako pumupunta dito kapag ang bigat nang damdamin ko.” “Ikaw lang mag-isa?” Simon nodded in response, before looking at her. God, it still hurts him inside; he regretted that night. Before Mahal could speak again, she heard Simon sniffling, “Jeh, uhm…” She was hesitant to ask him a question at the moment, but it wouldn't hurt if she just asked, right? “You said before tayo mag-break, we'll always have each other's back no matter what.” “Alam ko. Kaya nga ako pumunta sa'yo.” Has he always been like this? He's never been like this, well not until our situation gonna worse. “I'm proud of you, Hal.” He reached for her hand, intertwining his hand over hers. “You fought kahit wala ako, and I did the same,” “Jeh, if you would just open noon, edi maayos pa tayo ngayon.” Mahal said, in an angry tone yet a bit of sadness.
“Noong namatay si papa, dun nagsimula hindi na ako kausapin ni mama. It would always just be me and my younger sister. I would take care of her, kahit may sakit siya. Kasi lagi nasa labas si mama no'n, that's how much she hates.” “Bakit?” “She said I looked like papa, my aunt suggested na mag pa therapy siya kaso sayang lang daw yun sa pera, which is why I wanted to pursue being a psychologist. I wanted to help her.” She finally understood she understood why Simon would always go home early because he was the one standing up for his family, or so his sister. “I'm sorry to hear that, jeh.” She said before hearing another sniffle from him, Mahal turned to him and pulled him closer to her. “Ayan, labas mo lahat. I know it's been hard for you… mahal.” Caressing his hair, rubbing his back, and rocking slowly back and forth. She never saw this side of him, ever. Because it would be her, who's opening up to him, how the tables have really turned for them.
Moments later, everyone settled down, the cold air passed by, and they both enjoyed their company, like how it was before. “Lika na, uwi na kita kila tita mommy. May pasok ka pa bukas.” “No, stay. Nag-eenjoy pa'ko oh.” She looks into Simon’s eyes before looking at sunrise again. If they could just turn back time, or could get back together? I guess we never know until that day comes.
"And what the hell were we? Tell me we weren't just friends. This doesn't make much sense, no"
“Mauna na'ko, Kuya Ron.” Enrico who is in a rush to go out of the building, “May dadaan pa ‘to.” Kevin voiced out while wrapping up his workstation to leave the studio. “Please be careful when driving, Rico.” Andres nods before closing the door behind him, opens his phone to chat Langga:
Andres: I'll be there in 25 mins, ga. Daan lang ako sa grocery.
Langga: Mag-ingat ka, please.
Andres liked your message
Closing his phone, and puts it in his back pocket.
Presses the doorbell, signalling Langga that he's here. “Langga!” Throwing her arms around his neck, and his hands on her waist, burying his face into her nape. “I missed you, ga.” Said Andres who's still buried into her nape, “Araw-araw mo naman ako namimiss, Rico.” “Iba naman kasi namimiss ko.” Lifting his head to make eye contact with Langga, “Ano na naman sinasab-” Before Langga could finish her sentence, she got surprised by Andres, who is now kissing her by the lips, entering his tongue into her mouth to explore. “Lan-” Trying her best to speak up about the sudden action by Andres, Langga pulling him inside of her apartment, closing the door behind her. “Langga!” Pushes him, both catching breathes. Andres pulls her to bring her in his arms, Langga jumps, wrapping her legs around his waist, arms around his neck, making an intense eye contact.
“Quickie lang, ga.” Said Langga, who's on her best friend's lap. “This is new, nanghihingi ka na ngayon nang quickie.” “Ayan na nama-” Andres instantly smashes his lips into her nape, sucking it until it turns violet. Langga whimpers softly, Andres’s hands around her waist to hold her steadily, preventing her from moving around. “Rico…” Langga calls out, but Andres on the other hand still devouring her neck to her collarbone. “Tangina, bago kulay na naman canvas ko ah. Picturan ko nga.” Andres takes out his phone, pulling her hair back to get a better view of her neck and collarbone.
“Fuck naman, ga.” Andres groans from Langga’s humping, throwing his head back. “Langga, please…” Begging him to put inside, Andres who's still skeptical about doing it. “May stock ka jan ng-” Before Andres could finish his sentence, Langga pulls out a freshly new pack of condoms. “Girl scout yan?” Andres laughs, but stops when he gets a glimpse of Langga’s face. “Sure ka na ba sa gagawin ko?” Andres being concerned, “Edi sana hindi mo na lang tinuloy yung ginawa mo sa leeg ko, ‘no?” Said Langga, rolling her eyes.
“Bago ko i-pasok, ga.” Andres opens his camera, and starts recording. Placing it in the coffee table in front of them, getting a good angle of Langga's ass. “Kung ano-ano na nama-” Without hesitation, Andres puts it in. Making langga collapse in his chest, loud moaning comes out of her mouth as he trusts inside. “Tinanong kita ilang beses, now suffering.” Pounding harder, making Langga cry due to pleasure, spanking her ass until it turns red. “Bakit ayaw mo’ko tignan, ga? Hindi ka ba natutuwa, kasi gusto mo’to.” Langga trying her best to look at her best friend's face, who is smiling happily, a smile like a child. “Tangina, ga.” Said Langga, who's happily enjoying her misery.
“Malapit ka na ba?” Andres asks, immediately gets a response from Langga. “F-fuck…” Said Langga, who's having sloppy ups and downs. Andres on the other hand, pounds himself harder ro reach her top and his. “That's my good girl.” Said Andres who is now relieved, Langga collapsing into his chest once again. Pulling himself out, switching position. Laying her down, putting her legs on his shoulder. “Ako naman.” Andres immediately puts it back inside, trusts harder than before. Langga moans endlessly, filling up the living room with moans, whimper, and panting. Andres groans, signalling Langga that he's close again. “Tangina!” Langga curses as her juices spat out of her clit. Both catching breaths, Andres pulling out to lay down besides Langga.
“Nagrerecord pa din ba yung cellphone mo?” Said Langga, Andres takes his phone from the coffee table. “Oo, new movie in store na naman para sa akin?” Langga softly hits him by his biceps, “Ang pangit mong kausap!” “Wow, sabi ung nag-beg sa akin kanina.” Langga being flattered by his words. “Ayoko na talaga sa'yo, matulog na nga lang tayo!” Langga faces him away, Andres wrapping his arm on her waist.
"I can't feel my face when I'm with you. But I love it, but I love it, oh."
Friday night, which means Tesoro gets to stay over the weekends at Aaron's apartment. Before Tesoro could knock on the door, she couldn't help but what's about to happen when Aaron found something she brought a few days ago.
“Coming!” Aaron shouted before he opened the door, “Aaron!” Said Tesoro before she throws her arms to hug him. “Hi, My treasure. I missed you” Hugging her by the waist, “Come in, I've already set everything for our movie night.” Pulling away from the hug, grabs her hand before entering the apartment.
“No, you pick the movie, Ron.” “If I pick, you'll just get sleepy from the movie I picked.” “Let’s just do something else.” Aaron was confused by the tone of her voice when she said, “Do you have something to say, baby?” Tesoro stood up to get some from her bag. Aaron got a glimpse, and he got a little shocked, but he saw this coming anyway. “What’s that, baby?” Aaron tried to act all curious, “Just thought of a little present. ”Surprise?” Tesoro hands over a remote, “New discovery?” “You could put it th-” Before Tesoro could continue her sentence, Aaron immediately pressed the button. “Were you saying something, baby?” In a teasing tone, forming a smirk.
“It hurts” Tesoro being overstimulated is Aaron's enjoyment, “This isn't even me, baby. This is your silly little vibrator.” All Tesoro could do is fill up the room with moans, and whimpers. “I'm gonna come soon, baby.” Said Tesoro, who is in tears. Trying to make eye contact with Aaron who only has his boxers on. “Not yet, princess.” Before you know it, you're already crying from his length inside you. “Fuck… Ron.” Words inaudible from all the pleasure she's been feeling. “That's it, you're taking me so fucking good, princess.” Aaron throws his head back as he slaps against your tight hole, “I'm close, come with me, princess.” The sighs of relief when Tesoro squirts out all her juices into Aaron's clean sheets.
Aaron pulls out, lying down beside Tesoro. “You did so well, baby.” Giving her forehead kisses, “Maybe I should have more toys next time?” Aaron chuckles at his girlfriend’s idea, “If that makes you happy, princess.” Smiles at her, and the next you know. They're peacefully drifting to sleep.
"Tell me if we're lovers or not. 'Cause we've been talking for months. And I don't have a clue. 'Cause all I want is you"
White screen beams at the bed frame, both of them lying down in bed watching a Netflix series from the laptop, cuddling. Relationships movements, but as friends?
“Hindi ko naman ma-gets yung storya nito, Langga.” Andres chuckles, looking at Langga who's in his arms. “Kasi kakasimula palang, eto naman reklamo agad.” Said Langga also looking into Andres’ direction. “Alam mo, what if i-tuloy nalang natin yan mamaya.” “Eh kung ganon, ano gagawin natin?” Langga having questioned face, “Deep talks tayo. Alam kong may tinatago ka sakin na ayaw mong sabihin.” This was the first time Langga heard Andres being straightforward with his words, shocked and also a bit worried of what she'll open up about.
Andres closes the laptop before they position it into sitting. On the other hand, Langga’s thoughts are filled with questions: “Have you moved on from your ex?” “What are we, ano ba tayo?” “Masaya ka ba kasi alam mong nandito lang ako para sa'yo, pero yung totoo nasasaktan mo na ako kakaisip” etc. Before Langga could speak, Andres held her hands tightly, taking a deep breath, locking eye contact with her. “Andres…” “I'm listening, Ga.” She gulped before speaking again, “Ano ba tayo?” Langga asked straight forward without hesitation, “Kasi kung tutuusin, hindi pang best friends tong galawan natin.” Langga’s eyes already had built up tears; one by one, each tear fell onto her cheeks. “Did you really love me or did you just love me because I was here and there for you when you broke up?” The room was filled with silence, Langga’s tears started streaming down her cheeks, and all Andres could do was stare at her, but deep inside, he wanted to punch himself for causing this to her.
“Aren't you gonna say something, Rico? Wag mo naman akong pagmukhang tanga dito.” Langga who's trying to compose herself, “Wala naman akong ibang sasabihin kundi sorry, ga… Oo ang gago ng mga desisyon ko sa buhay, alam ko yun. At alam ko rin kung gaano kita sinaktan.” “Pero, bakit mo ginawa kung hindi mo intensyon na saktan ako…” “I was so empty of myself, Ga… Sobrang ubos na ubos na'ko, simula palang nung issue ni Bianca. I was so foolish of myself for giving up on myself, for giving up the person who made me think I was enough. Ikaw ‘yon, Ga.” Sniffles stopped as Langga heard does words, she looked up to meet his gaze. “Gusto kita, Y/n. Pero, alam mo naman sitwasyon ko ngayon, diba?”
After a few moments of silence, Langga stands up from the bed, grabs her bag and walks in front of the door. “Gamitin mo ako nang gamit hanggang sa maubos din ako, Ga.” “Hindi ko magagawa ‘yon, alam mo yan.” “If this is the only way to keep us close to each other, then so be it.” Before Andres could speak again, the door slams behind her. Langga leans on the wooden door, hands on her face once again, same goes for Andres, stares straight into the ceilings of his bedroom.
In the end, they're still the ones to decide for themselves.
"I'm going under Storm, lightning, thunder. I'm drowning in the deepest of truths. Fuck, I think I'm falling for you."
Cold night, winds blowing in the window, laying in bed playing a guitar. This was one of the many nights Kevin and Sinta would do after a tiring day doing work. “Kev, mali kasi yan. Ganito kasi oh.” Said Sinta who snatches the guitar from Kevin. “Yuri naman kasi eh.” Kevin giggles from what happened a few seconds ago. As Sinta pressed the chords and strums, Kevin couldn't help but enjoy his view. He was on Cloud 9.
After a few minutes later, Sinta finally got the timing of the chords: Miss Miss by Rob Deniel
Oh nasa'n ka ba mahal
Hinahanap ka na ng puso ko
Baby ikaw lang talaga
Ang nami-miss ko sa tuwi-tuwina
Sa tuwi-tuwina
At baby ako'y mag-aabang
At dadalhin ka sa nakaraan
Sa nakaraan
Kevin on the other hand still couldn't help but smile from ear-to-ear, like a kid who just saw a giant cotton candy.
Baby ikaw lang talaga
Ang nami-miss ko sa tuwi-tuwina
Sa tuwi-tuwina
At baby ako'y mag-aabang
At dadalhin ka sa nakaraan
Sa nakaraan oh
As Sinta was singing that part, she looked into Kevin's face, who's starting to look like a tomato. “Uhm, you might wanna look at your face, Kev.” Said Sinta who lets out a small laugh, Kevin rushed to the bathroom and locked himself in there for nobody knows how many minutes.
Three knocks were heard moments later. “Kev, baka gusto mong lumabas jan. Akala ko may paparinig ka sa'kin na ginawa mo?” Not to mention Kevin didn't forget about that, a few days ago before they're daily Friday night doing. He wrote a song that contains all of the things he thinks about Sinta every day, every minute, every second. And the Title is: Oh, Giliw (Originally by Adie)
Both sat again in the bed, as Kevin took the guitar. He made some assuring coughs before, then strums the intro.
Oh giliw, binabaliw ako
Ng mga titig mo (oh)
Hahagilapin (ooh), kadulo-duluhan
Ng 'yong (ng iyong) ngiti (oh)
Ibabahagi ang nakatanim na pagtingin
(Sa 'yo ko lamang balak na ibigay)
(Oh, pakinggan mo 'tong awit na hinihintay)
Before he plays the chorus, he takes a pause to reposition himself. Then, looks into Sinta’s eyes.
Ipaparamdam, dahan-dahan ang pakiramdam ng pagmamahal
Sa 'yo, oh giliw
Ipagdarasal isa't isa (ipagdarasal isa't isa), bawat kahulugan kung ba't sa 'yo napamahal
Palaging inspirado sa 'yo
“Hanggang dun lang natapos ko.” Chuckles as he rubs the back of his neck, with an almost looking like a worried face. “Ang ganda, para kanino yung kanta?” Asked Sinta, “Hahaha, next time nalang. Tara hatid na kita kila Tita Mama.” “Kevin naman eh!” “Halika ka na po, Yuri ko.” As Kevin stands up, he offers his hand to Sinta. She then grabs his hand and pulls him back to the bed, Kevin being on top to be exact. Both couldn't do anything but laugh, but deep inside a lot of emotions and feelings were scattered.
“Y/n!” “Ang aga pa, mamaya na tayo umalis.” Letting go of his hand and wrapping it to his neck. The next thing you know both of them were peacefully drifting to sleep.
"You know all my dreams. You were one, so it seemed. And I love you but with you, It's heartache I breathe. You gave it your all, just with everything you took from me."
It was the last day of 1st Semester, and also the day where everything started getting dark. An empty parking lot, rain dropping from the car's front window, a radio station static in the background, Two people sitting in the back of the car face to face.
“Mahal, I'm sorry. I'm trying my best” Said Simon who's looking into his significant other's eyes, full of build up tears. “Jeh naman, wag ngayon ikaw lang tinatakbuhan ko sa magulong mundo” “Y/n, nasasaktan lang kita. I can't stand the fact that I'm hurting the love of my life” Simon holding Mahal’s hands together, but all Y/n do is cry endlessly.
After a few minutes of silence, Simon said “Give me a year, Mahal. Aayusin ko sarili ko para sa'yo, para sa’tin” Trying to look into Y/n’s eyes who's now droopy from the fallen tears earlier, Simon knew how much they love each other to the point they would turn everything back just to be together until the end. But I guess not everything has a happy ending.
In response, Y/n all can do is stare into the floorings of the vehicle. “I'll never forget the days where you filled my darkest, but if this is your final decision. Respetuhin ko yun, Hal. Mamahalin kita hanggang sa huli”
Before Y/n can get out of the car, Simon held her hand pulling her in a tight hug while kissing her ear and whispers “Hanggang sa huli, ikaw at ikaw pa rin ang pipiliin ko, Mahal.” After Y/n got out of the car. Simon felt like an empty person once again. A lost child trying to find his way out, but couldn't seem to find the light. Because his first love was the light.
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