“We knew everything would one day disappear, but we were all gathered under the fireworks. When we are together, a moment is transformed into an eternity.” — Yoongi, 30 August, Year 22. The Notes 2. // fireworks (3tan)
Re-read fireworks and it has me thinking about how 3tan yoongi would act now on new years. Like they can’t kiss at midnight and I’m just picturing him dodging kisses from random chicks and Bro being like ??? Why aren’t you hooking up with any of these girls? And then yoongi and our girl have to wait till later when they’re all alone to have their new year kiss 😭😭😭
title: fireworks
pairing: 3tan!yoongi x reader(f)
rating/genre: pg ; brother’s best friend au, implied age gap au, new years ; angst
summary: both you and yoongi hit up the same cul-de-sac for new years, and realizations flood in - one of them being that you really can’t do fireworks.
warnings: house party, pining, alcohol consumption, weed mentions, angst.. i mean yeah lol there’s angst but don’t hurt me!, fuckboi!yoongi is a warning in itself
note: surprise! i got this idea while ringing in the new year (and it’s incredibly fitting since i also started 3tan on january 1st, 2021.) if you haven’t gotten around to three tangerines yet, i highly encourage you to read that first since this is from the same universe :D it would make more sense!
event: ❅ holiday in handcuffs ❅ hosted by @bangtanbathhouse
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drop date: january 3rd, 2022, 9:27pm est
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Around you, the crisp winter air is different, and not solely because of sparks and drifting smoke.
You’re smiling with your friends as they take pictures to commemorate the end of a shit year. All throughout the neighborhood, multiple people are out and about, mingling on lawns or sitting in their garages to enjoy the flashes of color painting the sky.
Like everyone, you find yourself having a good time, though you didn’t expect much since this past year had not been the best. Between fallouts and failures and unexpected events, you never want to revisit the last three hundred and sixty five days ever again.
Except for one.
One day that you absolutely will go back to—time and time and time again.
And, in a turn of events, the one person you shared it with is currently at this same block party.
You heard from your brother that they were hitting up the same place, so you knew Yoongi would be there. But that knowledge still didn’t stop your heart from jumping whenever you caught sight of him, jacket sleeves rolled to his elbows and Nikes standing out on concrete.
So now, mingling in front of a house two doors down, you sneak glances to catch any sight of him. Wondering how he’s enjoying himself tonight.
For the most part, he’s drinking with your brother and a few other guys. People come up to them intermittently and he’s quick to dap them up or give side hugs to the ones that look especially happy to see him. Witnessing those again, you huff out a tiny laugh; it seems like nothing has changed.
But holy hell, he looks good. It’s a damn shame you won’t be able to have the same amount of contact as the last time you saw him. Maybe never again, in fact.
You try not to think about that.
Suddenly, a shout of your name rings across the cul de sac, and you turn your head to see a couple more of your childhood friends stumbling their way over.
Oh, shit! You haven’t seen them in forever! Delighted, you scamper to the edge of the sidewalk, getting crushed in a hug before you can even say hi.
“What the hell! I didn’t know you’d all be here.”
“Are you kidding? Everyone’s here.”
“So good to see you!”
You engage in conversation for a bit until you realize they are way too tipsy already, so you tell them to get their asses inside, earning protests and giggles. As they walk into the open house, you smile at their bouncing shoulders and thrown back heads. It really is nice to see familiar faces.
But another familiar sight has you faltering as you turn.
The same couple houses down, Yoongi stands with a drink in his hand.
And it’s more than obvious that his eyes are on you.
Temporarily thrown, you don’t know what to do. Do you wave? Do you ignore him? Wait, why is his gaze so obvious! Can’t other people see you? Why can’t you just pick something!
Finally deciding with a gulp, you lift your hand in a slight wave, earning a lazy arm raise back.
Oh, god. Why is that gesture enough to destroy you? You need to go before you look like an idiot. You probably already do! Go, go, go. Now.
Panicked, you spin on your heel, fast walking into the house without a single glance over your shoulder.
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You’re able to effectively avoid Yoongi for most of the night. But when the countdown is nearing and everyone shifts outside to set off fireworks, you realize that you’ll be out in the open with him again.
With liquid courage, you face your jitters head-on. Laughing, joking, and teasing with your friends always serves to distract you from the lows of life anyway. Tonight is no different.
It’s a new year, a clean slate. Everything will be left behind and dissipating like the explosives cracking above your head.
However, you start to realize that the sounds and bursts are a little too much. Or it’s the fact that some of the guys aren’t too careful with the boxes and tubes, which makes you afraid one of them will tilt and fire in dangerous directions.
So you excuse yourself to retreat. But what’s your plan? What will save you from embarrassment?
Champagne. You want champagne for the new year! Obviously. Perfect.
When you wander into one of the houses away from your friends, you realize that this one is cleared out—save for a few that chose to stay inside to smoke. Stepping through an open foyer, the music that washes over you is chill, tonight’s live broadcast fainting slipping through old school hip-hop.
You find the kitchen easily, happy that it’s still relatively stocked with bottles and cups and empty, shallow plastic containers. Nice. It would’ve been annoying to walk next door.
Leaning against the counter, your slightly buzzed hands find a bottle of champagne and a cup you hope is unused. The current song has you humming along, pouring without thinking and enjoying the quick moment of silence in a bustling night.
Until you hear a muffled laugh that clenches your chest.
Flinching, you cease pouring your drink before you hear a door open and a bunch of guys burst inside. Surveying to the group, you recognize most of them as your brother’s friends, but your eyes snap to the one you absolutely know the most.
You flash a smile as they greet you and throw obligatory happy new years on your shoulders, and the hugs you get are friendly enough. When Yoongi gets his turn, his breath has the same alcoholic tint that yours does as he greets with a low,
“Sup.”
“Hey,” you grin, leaning into his one-armed hug a little too much. “Long time, no see.” It’s a vague comment to everyone else, but the look in Yoongi’s eye holds a lot more understanding.
“No kidding.”
You don’t get another word in because the rest of the boys are as boisterous as always, taking what they can from the smattering of bottles on the counters.
“Gimme some. Hurry the fuck up!”
“Hold on, shit!”
“Y’all slow as hell.”
“Get yourself some then? The fuck?”
Your brother doesn’t seem to be with them, so you figure he’s with another circle or found someone for the night already. In which case, gross.
Yoongi’s arm slips behind you to grab a solo, and you feel his heavy jacket run across your back, your body stiffening on impact. He, however, seems completely unphased as the disruption finally settles in the kitchen.
“Damn, I need a hit.”
“Same.”
“Bet. Yoong, we’re heading out back.”
“K. Be out in a sec.”
Wait.
He’s staying here?
With you?
As you watch the jostling and squeaks of sneakers clear out, you try not to let excitement or whatever other troublesome emotions spill out of your eyes. Even though the heat from Yoongi’s body radiates into your back, making anything incredibly hard. Focus. Focus!
Swallowing, you do your best to keep your expression neutral while feeling anything but. It’s after they all retreat out the back door that you decide to face him again.
Only an outstretched red cup graces your vision.
“Lemme have some of that,” Yoongi orders with a flick of the solo towards a bottle next to you.
“Sure.” You quickly pour him as much as he wants before setting the alcohol down with a heavy thud. As you lean on the counter, you stare at the opposite side of the kitchen and wonder what the hell to do next.
Not once did you guess you would be somewhere alone with him tonight. The situation makes you more buzzed than any amount of alcohol can.
“How’s life?” you suddenly blurt, to which Yoongi snickers over the rim of his cup.
He responds with a teasing lilt, like he knows you regretted your question. “Life’s good. You?”
A drawn out, unsure sound stems from your mouth, and you hold your own solo to your lips in an attempt to keep them from uttering something else embarrassing. “Life’s… good. Nothing too bad.”
“That’s all we need, right?”
“I’ll say.” You take a sip of alcohol, loving how it tastes like courage and stupidity. “How’s the music thing?”
“What?”
Curious, you turn to face Yoongi staring, brow cocked and shoulders tense. Why does he look guarded? Referring to a vision from before, you explain, “I saw equipment on your desk.”
“When did y—oh.” Rough fingers slide across the back of his neck as he looks around, continuing in a much lower voice, “It’s going.”
“Riveting,” you respond, highly amused by his lack of detail. “Don’t forget me when you’re famous and doing hour-long interviews because you can’t shut up.”
In a fleeting moment, you see light burst onto tile as Yoongi laughs, his eyes creasing tight. “Ass,” is all he says back, but it’s enough to have you grinning and burning up beside him.
After that, the little bubble of awkwardness around you pops, and conversation flows a lot more freely. Yoongi stays longer than you expect him to, but still not enough to fill a mysterious gap in your chest.
“Well, I gotta go,” he says after a few more words are exchanged. “But, hey. If you’re looking for a nice spot for fireworks, go upstairs. This house has a sweet balcony view of the whole neighborhood.”
“Really?”
“Mm.”
You nod before thanking him, wondering how he picked up on your hesitance to stay outside by the street. “I’ll check it out.”
Yoongi smiles before he’s tugged away from you, and you see one of the girls from before on the other side of his arm, liquor sloshing out of his cup and onto her uncaring skin.
“I found him!” she shouts to a random group before you hear amusement spill out of her capture’s mouth.
And you’re suddenly left to yourself.
Interestingly enough, it doesn’t bother you as much as you thought it would. After all, that exact same scenario is something you’ve seen dozens of times before. Nothing new.
Besides, the New Years countdown is happening soon—at least, from what you can hear on the TV—so you join everyone else gathering in the cul de sac. When you get out there, you find your friends and they greet you with drunken hugs and bright, hopeful eyes.
“We’re going into Jimin’s!”
“Oh, my god, she’s so loud.”
“I don’t care! New years, bitch!”
Mirth shoots out of your mouth as you help the nearest idiot past the threshold of Jimin’s place. Immediately, the humidity of numerous bodies is palpable, and you want to get the damn countdown over with so you can leave.
Pop blasts throughout the rooms as the living room TV is turned up, and everyone gathers to watch the animated host start a longtime tradition in front of a crowded city block. The countdown is echoed by multiple voices, raising in intensity as it gets closer and closer to zero.
Even you start joining in as it reaches ten, looking around the room at all the people wanting the year to fucking end. Not too far away from your spot, you notice Yoongi and your brother with their friends, red cups raised high.
And your heart drops faster than the ball at a sudden realization.
You.
Yoongi.
Living in two separate worlds while being mere feet away from each other.
Muffled shouts of happy new year or a much more explicit version clog your ears, but you don’t get pulled to the present until you get a kiss from one of your drunk girlfriends on the cheek. The wet and mushy nature of it alone is enough to snap your focus straight again, and you face them with fake disgust. Grinning, you playfully shove them while sporting a slightly weakened heart. “You sloppy bitch!”
“You liked it, don’t lie!”
“Wait, do that again I didn’t see it—”
“Fuck off, Tae!”
You can’t help but erupt in more laughter; your friends are idiots and you love them. In the corner of your eye, you think you catch Yoongi watching you before you turn to smile at him, too, but what greets you is something entirely different.
One of the girls from earlier pulls him down for a kiss.
No. Stop. You can’t feel like this. The sight makes you falter in your celebration but you quickly turn away to distract yourself. Cheering, friends, new year. Anything. Anything to ignore the dark, uncalled for feeling coalescing in your belly.
This is normal. Normal, normal, normal. This has happened so many times before. That’s it. Nothing out of the ordinary. Completely ordinary.
You don’t see Yoongi when you look again.
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More champagne and distraction is what you need, so that’s exactly what you retrieve. Any drinking game offered has you participating, and they are temporary respites from unwarranted disappointment.
But after most of your friends start to head out or are forced to go home by more sober and logical people, your tipsy form retreats to the next house over—the one with the treasured balcony. One moment you’re surrounded by people ringing in the new year with shouts and laughter; the next you’re watching the night while drinking champagne alone.
At least it isn’t entirely quiet. Not with the loud people in the backyard and booms of fireworks. But, even still, it’s enough to let your mind finally wander. To fantasize a world unlike the one you’re in now.
What would it be like? To be that girl easily tugging Yoongi away? To be a person that can pull him down for a kiss in public and not have someone else jumping his bones?
As you watch bright lights leave smoke marks on the sky, you imagine yourself in their shoes. Unbothered. Unchained from any obstacles they didn’t choose to have. Holding on to that one moment in time that you wish you could go back to and stay in forever.
And as your breath wisps around your face, summer has never felt so far away.
Overly rueful, you shoot empty laughs into your cup, your eyes pricked from the cold and absolutely, positively nothing else.
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You don’t know how long you stay up there, but it’s enough time for winter to burn the tips of your ears. Maybe your brother will be looking for you soon and it’ll be time to go. He better be able to take you home because you are not getting into your friends’ cars.
Home sounds good right about now anyways. You can lock yourself in your room and pretend that your heart isn’t slightly, kinda, terrifically wounded.
As you turn, the sliding door opens.
And the person that walks through is just as shocked to see you as you are them.
You would have thought that seeing Yoongi after that kiss would devastate you. But it doesn’t.
Instead, at the sight of him, you feel strangely… Okay. Maybe it’s the amount of alcohol in your system, or the serendipitous nature of the moment, or the way his fingers grip his beer a tad harder. Whatever it is, you smile without teeth before commenting, “I see someone started the year off right.”
“I dunno,” Yoongi responds, running a hand through his hair as he ambles over to the railing, a safe distance from you. Like he should. “She damn near ripped my tongue out.”
“I don’t blame her. Yours is annoying.”
“Wow.”
Laughing, you extend your glass toward him, trying to come to terms with how far away he has to keep you.
Even though it hurts, at least you can live with that one memory. The one, beautiful memory that changed your entire life.
“Here’s to a happy fuck last year!”
Yoongi raises both brows. You have no idea why.
Until you suddenly realize what your statement could also imply, and your next words trip over each other flying out of your mouth, “Oh, fuck. I meant—I meant the whole year, not like… Umm.”
Making a fool of yourself always seems to work. He laughs at you before clinking your glass. “Happy fuck last year.”
Hearing him say it back is so much worse. If it wasn’t for the sudden bursts of light and hues, you would’ve been retreating into your own head.
But you’re too enamored by the fireworks. Excited, you turn to face the neighborhood rooftops, marveling at the pops and sparkles of color shining above their shingles. It’s a sight to behold. A warm sight during a chilly night.
Squealing unwittingly, you think this is the best way to experience a night like this. Observing fireworks from a distance and not worrying about potential harm, the mini spectacles lull you into a strange sort of peace.
There exists another reason why you’re so calm, though. With just one other person on the balcony with you, you no longer feel alone. At all. Intriguing how one person can make such a difference—or is it because that one person is Yoongi?
More bursts of brilliance boom and break spots in the dark night, and you rest your cup on the railing before gripping the wood with both your hands.
Hands down, this is the most content you’ve felt all night. And the most contemplative. You almost feel nostalgic for the exact same moment you’re living, which you didn’t think was possible until now. Softly, words leave you in puffs of white,
“It’s so weird how you can love something you’re afraid of.”
You don’t expect an answer; you don’t even expect any kind of acknowledgement.
But a beat of silence passes before Yoongi responds, “Geez, you talk just like your brother.”
It’s an empty tease. You know you can speak freely with him, especially after he drilled it into you so long ago. It’s been months, and yet you feel like it’s only been days. Heart somewhat healed from fresh starts and hope, you continue, “I mean, I dunno. I just think it’s interesting. I love fireworks, but apparently I am terrified of them.”
You hear the swig of beer before Yoongi places his glass on the wooden railing, fingers lazily resting on its surface. Some other festive explosives set off in the distance, and you can hear the telltale sounds of sparklers going off in the cul de sac.
“So you like the idea of them but not the real thing?”
Smiling, you turn to face him, admiring his side profile for the upteenth time that night. “I guess so. Weird, right?”
Yoongi keeps his eyes on the night, his lips pursing together in thought.
Turning back to the expanse beyond the balcony, you want to know what he’s thinking.
Scratch that. You admit to yourself that you want to know a hell of a lot more than that. You yearn to know why his life is good, what he thinks about you now, and even the little things, like if he even likes fireworks himself.
“Who cares if it’s weird,” he finally responds in a low tone. “If you love it, that’s just facts.”
If there’s one thing you love about Yoongi, it’s his ability to make everything make sense. At his words, validation fills some of the cracks in your soul.
But you also feel emotions that you know you absolutely should not recognize or entertain seep in. Those need to be flushed out immediately.
More shouts about the next countdown erupt from below, and your heart sinks a few more floors. You know your friends that are still here would want you down there with them. Chest slightly caved, you relent.
“I should go.”
“Yeah.”
His quick agreement cuts through you. Motivating yourself to walk away, you hate how empty you feel when you have to say goodbye.
“Have a good new year, Yoongi,” you whisper as you leave the railing and something more behind. “See you around.”
“Same,” he murmurs back, hands in his jacket and hair catching slightly in the wind. “See ya.”
When you step through the sliding door, you shut it behind you.
And you don’t make another stride.
Seconds and seconds pass, but you still remain. Like you forgot something and refuse to leave without it. Why do you feel this way? Why does it feel like you need to go back?
And then you remember. You’re an idiot and you left nothing but your drink. So you turn back around to go fetch your abandoned glass.
Only to see Yoongi on the other side of the door.
Your heart leaps into your throat, scared shitless because of the shock but also something even more frightening. What is this feeling? Why does it feel momentous?
Why do you feel like crying?
As Yoongi slides the door open, you stay completely still. “I left my dr—”
“Fireworks scare the shit outta me, too.”
His eyes are scanning the room while a hand softly tugs your hip forward, and before you know it, you taste beer and warmth and summer on your lips. Your eyebrows jump impossibly high at the contact, and urgency pushes you into him immediately, drinking as much of him as you can.
Oh fuck, fuck, fuck. There are people here. Your brother is somewhere in this house and you have absolutely no idea where.
It doesn’t matter. Nothing matters. Because Yoongi is kissing you knowing damn well what could happen and it’s igniting a fire in you that will last and last and last. Your hands are frantic in the way they grip the front of his thick jacket, squeezing until your knuckles hurt. And you’re saying something into his lips but you don’t know what the fuck it is. All you know is that he’s responding incredibly loudly through the way his tongue darts into your mouth to shut you up.
You’re not in a random house anymore; you’re in his place. You’re making your way through his living room. You’re thrown onto his sheets.
You’re finding refuge in his arms.
But just like that, the kiss stops.
Yoongi and you pull away at the same time, both hyper aware of your surroundings and the rowdy happy new year shouts a floor below. Your breathing is shallow, like you ran ten thousand miles without pause; Yoongi simply looks like he watched you from the sidelines, smug.
His little breaths of amusement fill the space between you as he hands you your liquor, and you take it before even realizing what’s happening.
“Now go have fun, doll. Don’t spend tonight alone.”
You can only stare at the silver around his neck, wanting to go back to the last time you’ve seen them this close. “Oh…” You know how you want to respond to that, and you know that he knows how you want to respond to that.
So you don’t say what you want to. With a heavy heart, you meekly respond, “Okay.”
“Your kisses got better.”
What?
Your eyes shoot up from the ground as you regard his mouth in a relaxed curve.
Yoongi didn’t need to say that. Or swoop in for a kiss that you’ll be thinking about ten years from now. But he did, knowing the possible consequences and doing it anyway.
Lips puffed and chest burning, you grin—a real grin—giddy and floating high above the cloudless, smoke-filled new year sky. “Thank you.”
He looks at you like he wants to say something, to tease you. But he doesn’t. “No sweat,” is all he replies with, a forearm resting on the sliding door. “Now go.”
So you do exactly as he says, walking through the gameroom and realizing that there is a lot more color in it than when you drifted in the first time. It’s not until you get to the exit that you suddenly spin, a sense of deja vu coating your bones.
“Yoongi?”
He’s still watching you. “Hmm?”
“If I ever… need another favor…?”
Reaffirmation. You need to be okay with whatever he says, but you at least want to be sure. At least, the alcohol in your body and the thoughts in your brain need to know.
Yoongi’s face flashes with multiple possible emotions and answers. Will he say yes? Will he say no? Your feet stay solid on carpet but his silence has you dangling off a precipice.
But you’re tugged to safety as a corner of his mouth lifts, his deep voice holding you close.
“You know where to go.”
And the lights in his eyes remind you of fireworks.
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A/N: y’alll tell me why i cried while writing this dsfjdlkjf i love this couple so fcking much it’s actually so scary. :’))) i hope you all enjoyed this surprise drop! if you’re new to the 3tan world, welcome in! happy to have you; we have fun here :D
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[ 3tan ; 230401 ] back at the house that i was at on new year’s 2022.. when i started writing fireworks. who knew where 3tan would be after all that time since i was last under this roof, walking outside to watch fireworks and being terrified at how some of them were handled. i remember the smoke, the feeling of fresh starts..
the yearning.
it got me thinking about a lot. like how it felt like i was meant to write it, and if other creators ever get that feeling when they work on something—a poem, a song, a work of art, etc. it happened so suddenly and flowed out of my mind so easily. only took about 3 days to finish, which is almost unheard of for me. do others feel this way? it’s a strange but calm emotion, one unlike any others.
then i also wondered what could’ve happened if i never finished it, or was too scared and never posted it. what would’ve happened then? none of what happened in 2022 regarding the series, that’s for sure. it wouldn’t have been a series to start with. we still would’ve only had the original three tangerines up to this point, and i wouldn’t have gotten to meet most of you or created this many fun memories with everyone that’s passed by.
i dunno what the point of any of this is. maybe there isn’t one. but i’m glad that i was able to finally capture the exact same emotions i wanted to convey in a written piece, and i’m glad i took the leap and posted it, not knowing if anyone was gonna be interested.
i guess i wrote all of this to say: just post things. even if they aren’t perfect to you, or if you don’t know if people are gonna like them or not, or if you’re scared about them being a “flop.” because you never know what will happen unless you try, and it’s a piece of you out in the world. and just maybe, someone out there will enjoy it and see its value.
I made something small for you, and I was just going to share it via anon, but you can't do that in tumblr, apparently lol...it's not much, but here you go 🎁 I see things have been a bit rough on here, so hopefully, this makes things a little better 🖤
Also 👀 discord link, por favor?
Rochelle, I saw this and just.. cried. Thank you for always supporting me and for the gifts you have been giving. They mean the world.
FIREOWORKS???? ARE YOU KIDDING ME??? So I read it twice because I have zero chill and the first time he said “Fireworks scare the shit out of me too” and was like !!!!! they’re so cute being scared of the same thing! (And also so hot he was standing there probably hoping she was going to turn around so he could make a move. And then just cuts her off and *hot smooch*. Obsessed.). Then when I read it again I was like ….wait. Fireworks. He’s scared of fireworks. Like when you feel fireworks when you kiss someone or are intimate with someone AND HES SCARED SHITLESS BECAUSE HE FELT THAT WITH HER. I could be off base, but I’m running with that because I’m delulu.
ALSO!!! Brave reader!!! “If I ever need another favor?” YES QUEEN GO OFF GET YOURS!!! And Yoongi smirking and saying she knows where to go ☠️ goodbye. I’m dead.
(Also the little bit of jealousy reader was trying, and failing, to suppress. Baby girl we know you love him. Who are you trying to fool?)
I’ve read two (2) chapters and I’m so obsessed with them. I was thinking about it earlier today and it legit gave me butterflies. I love these two and I know I’ll probably take it back cuz they’re gonna be dumb. But right now. I love them.
YOU READ FIREWORKS AHHHHHHHHHH😭🦋 the chapter that can never ever be replicated no matter how hard i could try.. idk but like,, there’s something about it that only, specifically exists in that one piece. and tbh I won’t even try to recreate it again🤍
The damn door scene YEAH and you?? Came to that conclusion all on your own holy shit I love it?? That’s amazing that you were able to garner all that commentary from this one. I’m super impressed and looking forward to all the other stuff you’re gonna think about during these reads👀👀 seriously, love it already!
Even the stuff about reader is cute LOL like come on, babe, we all know what goes on😭
Fireworks is when I started going all in with them, too, so I am right there with you liking these two after just two parts.
Idk like,, Three Tangerines was really fun, but this one? Tbh I cried while making it, and when I was done, I felt.. a shift. And that had never happened before. Idk what kinda shift it was, but I felt something. It was just interesting to feel at the time.
Thank you for this wonderful ask! I cannot wait to see what else you have to say (this is what I thought during the time you sent this. I see the others in the inbox and will respond to them, too!)
One of my favorite kiss scene is from one of my favorite chapters:
AAAAAAAAAAAHHHH I LOVE THEM SO MUCH!!!!!
PATRICIA NOOOO HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME BECAUSE I SAW SOME FIREWORKS TODAY AND GOT EMOTIONAL😭😭😭 oh my gosh. this damn chapter will stay with me forever.. gdi :’)))
for national kiss day, which 3tan kiss do you really like?
