may i please request 1 + 2 from ur prompt list for bobby of ikon please? i love ur writing btw! 💓
thank youu you’re so sweet <3
1. “Give me a kiss. Now.” + 2. “Stop being so damn cute.” x Bobby
Warnings: food mentions
prompt list
i just imagine this sleepy expression on Bobby’s face during this fic heh
It was completely dreary outside. Grey clouds and light rain invited you and Bobby to spend the day indoors.
While you were in a hoodie and under a blanket on the couch, Bobby was searching for snacks in the kitchen. You were tasked with finding a movie and had found one right away, so now you were bored waiting for Bobby to come back,
“Bobbyyyy,” you called out.
“Yes?”
“Are you done yet?”
You heard Bobby chuckle.
“I only just opened the cupboard!”
“Hurry up,” you said, thrashing around on the couch. Every second that passed was a second lost.
“Okay, okay!”
You heard more rustling from the kitchen and you sat upright, waiting for Bobby to come back.
When he came back, he dropped all the snacks on the coffee table and collapsed on the couch beside you.
“Yayyy, you’re here!” you said, reaching for a snack but failing because of how far you were sat.
“You need to stop being so damn cute,” Bobby said, laughing as he grabbed the snack for you.
When you started the movie, Bobby lazily placed his grey hoodie-covered head on your shoulder as you munched away on your snacks. He reached for your one free hand and played with your fingers as he watched the movie.
Already a few minutes in, there was a kiss scene.
You looked down to see Bobby’s reaction, and his lips were tightly pressed together. His face was ever so slightly red and you could tell that he was trying to hide his reaction.
“Bobby?” you said, startling the focused boy. He groaned in response, shifting his position.
You felt embarrassed telling him this, but you forced yourself to say it.
“Give me a kiss. Now.”
Bobby suddenly got shy and flustered, even though the two of you had already been dating for a while. He nervously laughed and sat up.
“What’s with your serious tone?” he chuckled nervously.
“Why won’t you do it?” you asked, softly. You were honestly just teasing him. Despite his tough appearance, he was such a soft boy inside.
“I guess I’ll do it since you asked,” he said, beginning to lean in.
He suddenly pulled away.
“But you didn’t even ask nicely!” he argued. You stared at him and that was enough of a response. Your eyes said just do it already!
He slowly leaned in and gave you a shy peck on the lips, squealing after he pulled away and jumping off the couch.
“Why are you getting so excited?” you laughed.
“Because you’re cute and I love it,” he chirped, slipping around the living room in his white socks.
It would have been a dream come true if the rest of the concert were filled with special coincidences for you to misinterpret, but with how much energy was filling the stage iKON really was all over the place and keeping the entire venue alive.
It was truly a once in a lifetime experience.
You were there when Junhoe tried to get Jinhwan to admit he was wearing pink underwear again.
When Yunhyeong tried to be sexy for fans, and nearly made Catherine faint in the process.
When Bobby and Hanbin had a spontaneous rap battle while Donghyuk danced to the beat Chanwoo of all members was laying down.
And the best moment of all was when they got to the last song.
Love Scenario.
It was cliche to say everyone was waiting for that one song when really every song got the crowd excited, but this one iKON was using to say Thank You and I Love You as a closer and the room had that special feeling to it.
Joining the fan chants were one special thing.
But singing the song back to the group a cappella as they just smiled on was another experience entirely.
You sang with the biggest grin on your face looking at all of them, but especially smiling at Bobby, your bias who never failed to make you smile.
It was a surreal experience you would always remember, thanks to Your J.
When they bowed and left the stage, and the venue started to clear out, you and Catherine just cleaned up around you and took some more selfies but didn’t leave yet.
Because you were waiting.
Waiting for a different kind of surreal experience.
“Um, [Initial]?” a guy with a headset came up and said to you.
You couldn’t find your voice so you just nodded your head yes as he said to follow him.
You grabbed onto Catherine’s arm, until she shook you off to pat you on the shoulder because you were squeezing too hard.
“This is crazy,” you whispered to her. “What the heck are we doing?”
“Just think of it like a spelling bee,” she said, trying, and succeeding, in distracting you as you wound through the back hallway.
“Wait what?”
“A spelling bee! You don’t know how to spell his name, but you have the context to use it in a sentence and the definition of who he is as man. We’re just getting clarity on the name.”
You just blinked at her.
“That...is kind of brilliant.”
“Thank you,” she said, shimmying her shoulders.
“And a super odd way to put it.”
“You could have just left it at thank you you know.”
“Also you technically know the word when spelling at a bee, it’s just the order of letters that you have to figure out if you don’t know -”
“Why? Why do you have to over-analyze every single special metaphor I try to lay on you.” Catherine laughed out as the two of you stepped into a crowded room.
“Because it’s who she is,” someone said.
Catherine’s head whipped up and she gasped.
But you were too scared to look up.
“Should we run?” you asked, tugging a little on her arm...again.
“You guys are iKON,” she said, ignoring you and answering you all at once.
I mean you had to look up then, right?
And in front of you, when you looked up, was the group of sweaty and smiley men you had just watched perform their hearts out for hours.
“You guys are iKON,” you said.
“We heard you were a little better with words than stating the obvious,” Junhoe said, crossing his arms with a smirk.
Which reminded you why you were back there. So you started looking around.
“Do you guys have a manager who goes by J? Or who’s name starts with a J?”
“Yeah,” Catherine squeaked out, “as amazing as it is to meet you in person and oh my god it’s amazing, we actually really need to find someone first.”
“Ooh I have to watch this play out where’s the popcorn?” Jinhwan said, elbowing Bobby.
“Give them some space guys,” Hanbin said, shooing everyone off to a couch.
Yunhyeong stepped up to Catherine and said “Want to sit with us while they sort things out?”
And Catherine’s eyes got big. But her best friend instincts still kicked in.
“Are you alright?” she asked softly to you.
“I think so?” you said, glancing over at her and nodding before moving your eyes back to Bobby - the only one who hadn’t left.
“I’m alright with you, aren’t I?” you asked, feeling strangely comfortable for being next to a celebrity you idolized and all.
“You’re safe with me,” he laughed, looking down at his shoes. “Were you surprised about the hair?”
“Pleasantly surprised,” you laughed out, “I guess my J must have reminded you guys about my first letter?”
At your comment Bobby started looking at you with.. with this look of... well he just had these really soft and sweet eyes pointed right at you there was no other way to describe it.
“No one had to remind me about anything.” he said softly, taking a small step forward. “Your J?”
“Sorry,” you blushed. “It must have just slipped out. It’s the only thing I know to call him though.”
“I get the J, but ‘your’?”
“Um, yes?” you said, feeling your face get redder by the minute. “I’m sorry but I think this is something I’d prefer to keep between him and I, could you get him for me?”
You were looking down to hide your embarrassment until a hand filled your view, making you look up again.
“I want to introduce myself. My name is Bobby, or Kim Jiwon. But recently I have a new favorite nickname - Your J.”
Screams and woots erupted from the couch, Catherine wasn’t screaming but she was recording, and you were just....smiling.
“Jiwon, my name is YN.” you said, slipping your hand into his.
And feeling your toes curl in happiness as his big hand engulfed your own.
The couch crowd got even louder at that point.
“Hug her!” “Kiss her!” “Get a room!” “Say ‘I like you’ to the camera!”
Both you and Bobby had red ears so he let go of your hands that were shaking only to gesture toward the table.
Rubbing the back of his neck but still smiling, he said “you want something to eat?”
"Starving actually.”
You sat down and he brought you a plate.
“Of course, you already know what I like to eat.”
“I guess we kind of already did the ‘getting to know you’ part of a relationship,” Bobby said through a laugh that turned into a cough as he realized he said the word relationship.
He was frozen but slid his eyes towards you to gauge your reaction.
And you? You slid your eyes to the couch to take a moment to gauge your own reaction.
Catherine and Yunhyeong were crowded around her camera looking at shots. Yunhyeong apparently was saying that every single shot of him was capable of breaking the internet they were so amazing, to which Catherine replied “well the one Junhoe posted of you shirtless not too long ago actually broke the internet so you’re not far off.” And then she got very red.
The other members were laughing and chatting with each other and staff members about the concert as they tried to come down from the hype. No one was paying you and Bobby too much attention anymore.
“I guess now we move on to the ‘being a part of your life’ part of the relationship?” you finally answered him, sliding your hand boldly into his under the table to squeeze.
This is the fic that was published in the Seasons Supernatural short stories anthology a couple of years ago. I realized the other day that I had never posted it on here. Beta’d by my lovely @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan (before that was her url :D)
Characters: Bobby Singer (Bobby’s POV)
Word Count: 1242
Warnings: None, a little angst maybe
Summertime was always my favorite.
Of course, South Dakota has unforgiving winters that last way into spring some years, and fall that usually ends early with a blizzard. Summer’s where all of my good memories live. I married Karen in the summer. Why she ever married me, I’ll never understand. But we loved each other somethin’ fierce, and I always considered myself damn lucky to have her. I mean, after all- I was never anything but a grease monkey with a salvage yard, and the house was smack-dab in the middle of all that. But she always seemed content.
She was always on me for workin’ too hard. She’d come out to the shop, yellin’ my name until I stopped pounding around and looked up. There she’d be, hands on her hips, that stern look on her face. “Bobby Singer, I did not just spend two hours in the kitchen for this food to sit on the table and get cold. Now get to the house, it’s supper time.” I could never help but smile at her, scowling at me like an angry kitten, and then she’d march off to the house. She always got so mad at me when I’d come up behind her and swat her on the butt. “Damn it, Bobby, if you got grease on my dress, I swear...” and I’d just laugh, and give her a kiss, and she never stayed mad very long. That fried chicken, mashed potatoes and gravy, fresh baked biscuits, and pie for dessert… I can almost taste it.
Then there’s the summer John Winchester left his boys with me. Not quite the whole summer, but close enough. That was the summer I started to think of them as my boys.
John loved those kids. He did. But he was a driven man, determined to find and kill what took his Mary away from him and the boys. There were just things he had to do that kids couldn’t be around to witness. So in his own way, he was trying to protect them.
I’ll never forget the day they walked in. Sammy was still just a kid, ten years old or so, all arms and legs and awkward smiles. And Dean... No fourteen-year-old should look that burdened, that worn. I decided, right then and there, that while the boys were here- they were gonna be kids.
Dean even tried to argue with me at first. “But Dad said...” I never even let him finish his sentence.
“Look. While you’re here, you follow my rules. And I say you two are gonna get the hell out of this house and go have some fun. Take the poles, go fishing. Or just go exploring. Now get outta here, and don’t let me see your faces again until supper.” And when Dean looked at me, still hesitant, I added, “Don’t worry, kid. As far as your Dad will know, you did exactly what he said while he was gone. Okay?”
Dean took Sam with him everywhere. They came home one day, excited about exploring the abandoned farm down the road, making their own little hideaway in the old barn. They went fishing in the creek, even caught enough for a meal a couple of times. Sometimes I’d look out the window and see the boys just lying in the grass and watching the clouds.
Sure, I asked Dean to help me overhaul an engine or two, give me a hand doing some body work, like his face didn’t light up at the suggestion. Dean was right at home under a hood, or beneath a car, lost himself completely in the challenge of figuring out why it was doing what it was doing. There was pure joy in his eyes at the sound of that broken-down Plymouth sputtering to life when he turned the key. That thing ran just as smooth as when it was new. And when I clapped a hand on the boy’s shoulder, told him, “Good job, son” - that kid’s face just glowed.
Sam asked a lot of questions. I answered him as well as I knew how, leaving out all the details that I could, tried to cushion the blow. I tiptoed around the big stuff, and taught him what I could about the lore. Sam never asked his questions in front of Dean. I didn’t know at the time if that was Sam sparing himself an ass-chewing, or sparing his big brother the worry. Knowing those two as well as I do now, I know it was the latter.
Yeah, Dean put on a good act. He liked to tell stories about John’s hunts, about the few he’d been there for, like it was all some big adventure. Like watching his dad battle some monster out of every kid’s nightmares, helping patch up John’s injuries, didn’t scare the hell out of him. He’d put on like he’d take Sam apart if he didn’t toe the line, but Dean would never let anything hurt Sam if he could throw himself in front of it first. I could read him right from the start, see the heart underneath all that tough guy bullshit, the part Dean didn’t want anyone to see.
Like the deer hunting incident. I took the boys out in the woods one day. Dean had a bead on a beauty, a big doe, but he wouldn’t pull the trigger. I watched that kid chew at his lip, refusing to look me in the eye, as he claimed he didn’t have a shot.
“She bolted right when I was gonna pull the trigger, Bobby. I didn’t have a shot, okay?” The kid was embarrassed, and half-pissed off, and I put my hand on his shoulder, gave it a squeeze to let him know it was okay.
“Hey, kid, no big deal. Do you know how many deer I’ve actually shot at and missed? Hell, happens to all of us.”
And the night I overheard the boys talking after they’d crawled into bed for the night. I could hear Sam, sounded like he was crying. Dean’s voice was quiet, but I heard every word.
“Sammy, Dad’s fine. He’ll be back. Promise. Sometimes he just gets busy, he forgets how long he’s been gone. But he’ll be back.”
“But what if one of those monsters he hunts… what if something killed him?”
Dean snorted. “Shit, Sam. No monster’s gonna kill Dad. He’s the best hunter there is. Just ask Bobby tomorrow, I bet he’ll tell you the same thing. Dad’ll be back as soon as he can, Sammy. Just stop worrying, okay?”
Yeah. That was a good summer.
And then there were the hunting trips with Rufus, that son of a bitch. “Bobby, that is not how you kill a rugaru. I oughta know, I’ve killed enough of ‘em.”
“Right. Like you’ve ever even seen one. You gotta burn ‘em, dumbass.”
“Fine, we’ll try it your way. But when you find out I’m right, you owe me a bottle of the good stuff.”
“And when I find out you’re wrong?”
“Well, there’s a first time for everything.”
We never did anything but argue, but damned if he wasn’t the best friend I ever had.
I guess my Heaven don’t look like much to most people. But I got some Johnny Cash on the old radio, my comfy chair, a glass of Jack, and an eternity to spend on my memories. I’m good.
→ Summary: If there’s one thing he knows about you, it’s everything, from the way that you smile when you’re upset to the way that you lick your lips when you lie. But when he decides that he no longer wants to suffer through this one-sided love, he is instead left to pick up the pieces after a near fatal car accident.
Winter used to be his favorite season of the year, using it as an excuse to stay inside and relax by the fire, a fire that he has a habit of needlessly feeding into the wee hours of the night. But lately, this winter in particular, has been exceptionally hard for him to surpass. After being friends for two years, he once thought that you could tell each other anything, but over the last month, your friendship has drastically changed. He can’t pinpoint the exact moment in which everything started to fall apart, and although you don’t seem to be bothered by it, it continuously eats him alive.
Standing outside your apartment door, he scans the area for people nearby, unsure if he is making the right decision. Ringing his hands together, he tries to stop his trembling muscles, but as the seconds tick by, he debates if he should just turn around and head home. Taking one definite breath, he grabs hold of the knob, knowing full well that you always forget to lock your door. Peeking into the small crack, he attempts to find any light or sound as a sign of your presence, and from what he can tell, no lights are on, but he can hear the faint sound of water running. Slowing entering, he does his best to stay quiet as not to alarm you, and although he feels slightly guilty for sneaking into your apartment like this, he is determined to get an answer.
Taking off his shoes and setting them to the side, he walks down the hallway, and as he approaches your bedroom, he realizes that you are currently in the bath. Tuesday nights are set aside specifically for you to unwind and pamper yourself, usually including a bath and painting your nails. Normally he would be there to assist you considering you weren’t the best at painting with your right hand, but you had excluded him from the last several sessions. A part of him hates knowing every habit of yours like the back of his hand, but it’s also partially the reason why he is so in love with you. He is able to see through every part of you, even through your façade, straight to the part of you that no one ever sees.
When he enters your room, the sound of splashing water catches his attention, the scent of your body wash filling his senses. Despite the feeling of comfort at the familiarity, his heart continues to painfully beat in his chest. The last thing he wants is for this friendship to burst into flames, but there is only so much heartache he can bare.
Holding his breathe, he takes one stop forward, stopping just short of the bathroom door. Now that he’s closer, he can hear the faint sounds of your humming. Even without him seeing you, in his mind you are the most beautiful in this moment, when you are unrestrained and carefree. He’s so used to pretending not to see through your mask that moments like this make him want to just sit here forever, appreciating every part of your being. He’s not ready to give this up for the sake of his selfishness, and although he would do anything for you, being your puppet for nearly two years has been enough. Not once have you looked at him the same way that he looks at you, and if either of you are going to find peace, then he needs you to decide.
Pepping himself up before he changes his mind, he pushes open the bathroom door. Instead of screaming like he would have expected, you only look up at him with saddened eyes. You are neither surprised nor angry, but only seem to have expected his visit.
“Hi Jiwon…” Despite your voice being hoarse and broken, you still try to give him a gentle smile. He doesn’t deserve you.
Immediately losing his train of thought, he just stares at you, unsure of what to do next. Sitting in front of him under a mountain of bubbles and bath water is his first love, and now that he is here to confront you, he’s not sure what to say. A part of him feels like an asshole, but considering that this is the most emotion you’ve shown in a while, he evidently came at exactly the right time.
Closing the door behind him, he sits down on the small rug, picking at the small pieces of fabric to buy himself some time. Taking a deep breath, he tries to choose his words carefully, hoping that he will be as clear as possible without upsetting you.
“Why are you avoiding me? What’s wrong?” His voice comes out more stern that he had planned, but he is only becoming increasingly frustrated by your cold demeanor. However, you aren’t phased by it, and instead you calmly lean back against the smooth porcelain tub.
“Nothing’s wrong,” you respond quickly, “I’ve just been busy lately.”
The moment he sees your tongue glide across your bottom lip, he feels the heat surfacing below his skin. Every time you lie, even the smallest of white lies, you have a habit of licking your lips. Most people might not notice it, but he knows you all too well. He’s called you out on it several times, but after a certain point, he stopped bringing it up since nothing seemed to change. You just continued to lie without consideration for his feelings. He considers it as part of your strategy to hide yourself, only an extension of your mask. He’s left it alone simply because he can see right through it, but right now, it is infuriating.
“Can you stop lying to me and just talk to me! I’m sick of having to pretend like I don’t understand you, like I have no idea what’s going on. Are we not friends?” If it were possible, then his ears would be fuming, likely to set off the fire alarm for the temperature at which his blood is boiling.
Without even batting an eye, you change your gaze to the ceiling, drops of water forming on the surface with the lights shining against your glistening lips.
“If that’s how you feel, then don’t be my friend. No one asked you to stay.” Despite sounding cold and confident, your voice waivers ever so slightly, so small that only he alone would be able to pick it up.
Without giving him a chance to respond, you stand up from the tub and grab the towel by the sink, instinctively wrapping it around your torso.
“Are you going to move or not?”
Standing up, he doesn’t break eye contact, but the moment he steps aside, you grab the handle, nearly swinging the door into his face. Although unintentional, it perfectly portrayed your desire to be left alone.
“Why are you like this? I don’t deserve this treatment from you. I just want to know what’s wrong, why is that so bad of me?” His response comes with pain dripping from his words, the pressure at his tear ducts threatening to spill.
His broken expression going unnoticed, you don’t bother to give him a response as you pull out an outfit from your drawers. For a while he stands there, dumbfounded by the way you entirely dismiss his existence.
“So you’re going to ignore me again?”
Nothing but the sound of the clock and the cars on the street can be heard. After slipping on a pair of jeans, you grab your jacket and walk away, not giving a damn about the mess you have left behind. Even if you didn’t want to talk about it, didn’t want to delve into whatever hell you were going through, he never once thought you would walk away. At least not as easily as you just did.
Following after, he watches as you rush out the front door, slamming it shut behind you. Every second that goes by, his heart breaks a little more, so consumed by the idea that he’ll never see you again that he doesn’t think twice about running after you.
Before you have the chance to get any farther, he latches onto to one of your sleeves, pulling you toward him as if it were his only hope.
“Let go.” You command, looking him directly in the eye.
He chooses not to say anything, instead grabbing your arm tighter. He is so afraid of losing you that he doesn’t notice the way you wince in pain.
Using your other hand, you push against his shoulder, and in the short second he loosens his grip, you rip your arm away. Before he can collect his bearings, he watches as you run from him, his worst nightmare manifesting itself in the blink of an eye.
Jiwon stands there frozen, watching as a speeding car flies by, blaring its horn as it travels directly at you, the one who so stupidly ran into the road without taking the time to look. In that moment he stops breathing, watching as your body slams into the windshield and rolls off the side only to land in a heap on the ground. Due to the black ice, hitting on the breaks only causes the car to skid and crash into one that was parked. But even with the deafening sound of the car horns, all he can think about is you.
Running to your side, he looks down at your bloodied face, littered with small cuts all the way from your chin to your temple. Cradling your cheeks in his shaky hands, he checks for signs of breathing, and when he sees none, he immediately places his finger against your neck. At first, he only feels frost-bitten skin, but the moment he senses a steady pulse, he lets out a breath of relief, but by doing so, he only releases tears. He is so utterly terrified, frozen, just from the thought of losing you permanently, and had he lost you in that moment, he would have considered himself lost amongst the soulless, his one source of happiness ripped from his grasp. His breathing becomes ragged as he sits in the frigid air with your limp body held tightly against his chest. With the cold nipping at his exposed skin, he focuses on keeping you alive, opening his jacket and pulling you close to him for warmth. With you wrapped safely inside, he tries calling for help.
As he looks back on the choices he’s made tonight, he realizes that it would have been best to have never shown up. He was desperate, impulsive, and now your life is on the line. None of the trouble was worth it, and he starts to wonder why he ever thought it was. When he looks over at the totaled car, he sees various people attempting to pull the unconscious man from the driver’s seat, and for the first time ever, he feels utterly powerless. To these people, he must not exist, as they don’t seem to notice the dying girl in his arms. Not one person has come his way to offer assistance. In the distance, he hears the roaring of sirens, but they don’t seem to arrive quickly enough. Every second that passes is one second closer to losing you, and the thought of having this be the way in which your friendship ends eats away at his resolve. The tears continue to fall onto the snow-covered pavement as he hunches over your body, doing his best to protect you, to save you. Nothing seems to be enough as your eyes are still closed shut, the blood staining the collar of your favorite shirt. He leans down, leaving a gentle kiss on your temple. With his lips frozen and numb, he isn’t able to feel much of anything, but hopes that in some way, you’ll be able to sense his presence, knowing that no matter happens, he will never leave your side. In the close distance, he can still smell the faint scent of laundry detergent, evidence that you still tend to oversaturate whenever you find the motivation to do laundry. All the memories come flooding back of when he used to help you with your laundry after first moving out from you parent’s house. You were a mess back then, not knowing much of anything about living on your own. Everything used to be simple, but time has only thrown him into a complicated situation which has only become more difficult to detach from.
Leaning his head back, snowflakes fall gently onto his skin, melting upon contact with his tear-stained cheeks. Just one more reason to hate winter.
In the back of his mind, he can’t help but think,
I just wanted to know if you could love me…
It’s well into the eighth day of you being comatose in that bed, and he would be lying if he said he wasn’t losing his patience. He understands that the damage from the incident is extensive and that you will be in the hospital for a while, but he never imagined it would take this long for you to simply open your eyes. He wants nothing more than to talk to you, to comfort you, and to tell you that everything is going to be alright, but he can’t do that if you’re not awake to hear it. This doesn’t stop him from talking to you though, as it seems to be the only thing that is keeping him sane.
“I’m going to step out for a little bit, alright? I’ll grab coffee and be right back.”
By now, one would think he is used to the silence, but each time, it only wounds him. Standing up from the chair, he takes one last look at your sleeping face before silently exiting the room, closing the door behind him.
-
The curtains had been pulled open earlier that morning, but it’s not until now that the sun makes an appearance through the cloudy skies. The beam of sunlight that pours through the window lands directly on you, illuminating the stark white sheets covering your body. Underneath the covers, the temperature rises slightly, and with the sudden change, your legs writhe in clear discomfort. Once your left foot frees itself from the confines of the oven, your body relaxes, relishing in the cool air against your skin. Your muscles are no longer tense, and you return to your previous state of unconsciousness.
-
Not a moment later, Jiwon enters the room, steaming coffee in his hand. As he approaches your bed, he stops in his tracks, immediately detecting that something is different. He looks for any signs, and when he checks your chart, noticing no recent updates, he frowns. The room is brighter for one thing, but that is true for the entire building. Walking over to your side, he delicately places his hand on your cheek. Your skin is warmer than earlier, but he dismisses it as being a result of the sun. However, when he turns to sit back in the chair, he loses grip on his coffee, spilling its entirety onto the tile floor.
Right in front of him is your foot, hanging off the side of the bed. He is certain that no one has been inside the room, and upon his exit, your limbs were covered. This is the first sign over the past eight days that you are still responding to the world around you. His mind races, conflicted, desperately running through his options. With his lack of sleep, he wouldn’t be surprised if he is delusional, but it’s something he needs to be real.
Pressing the button on the remote near the bed, he signals for the nurse. When she opens the door, the first thing she notices is the coffee on the floor.
“Sir, did you spill your coffee?”
Dumfounded, he loses his ability to speak, and instead points at your foot. At first she is confused, unsure of what he is trying to tell her, but after a moment, it clicks in her mind that he wasn’t the one to have moved you.
Rushing forward, the nurse checks your vitals and the temperature of your skin, and when she notices the sweat at your hairline, she notes that you are responsive. Grabbing a small towel from the cabinet, she runs it under cool water. She lightly dabs the cold cloth against your forehead, and when she notices the scrunch of your nose and the way you lean into the towel, she looks directly at Jiwon. Both of them stare at each other for a second, unsure if what they’re seeing is real.
“It’s hot…” You groan, shifting uncomfortably in the bed.
Jiwon feels chills travel down his spine after having not heard your voice for so long. A sound he thought he might never hear again.
As soon as the nurse removes some of the sheets, she tries to ask a few questions.
“Y/N… can you hear me? How are you feeling?”
The only response she receives is another groan, but she considers that to be better than nothing.
Pulling up the chair, Jiwon grabs your hand, gently stroking it with his thumb. Despite the bruises, your skin is as soft as he knows it to be, and this fact alone is enough to convince him that he will soon be able to hold you in his arms once again. He is both terrified and excited that after all this time you will be waking up soon. His heart flutters just thinking about taking you home, just being with you. It’s the only thought that consumes his mind, so much so that he doesn’t even notice the moment you open your eyes.
“Who are you?”
Looking up, he’s ready to laugh at your poor excuse of a joke, but when he sees nothing but fear, the cold and distant look in your eyes, he realizes that you may not be joking at all. You pull your hand out of his, cradling it next to your chest as if it had been burned, and for the umpteenth time, he feels his heart shatter.
As much as he would like to think that this whole situation is a lie or some wicked dream, he knows the truth. Everything about this is real, and he hates it.
“This is Jiwon. Your boyfriend.” The nurse speaks softly as to not alarm you, but he only stiffens, realizing the implications of her words.
“Actually, I’m not your boyfriend. But we’re best friends… please, you have to remember me.”
Eyeing him and the nurse, you try your best to understand. All you know is that you’re in the hospital, your head aches, and there is this strange man who claims to know you. Thinking about it, you don’t remember much of anything, let alone how you got here.
“I’m sorry…”
That’s all you can think to say before lying back down against the pillow, covering your face with the blanket.
He only sits there, mouth agape, as he watches you hide yourself underneath the security of the hospital sheets. He only wishes to join you in hiding as reality begins to set in. You don’t recognize him. That fact hits him like a ton of bricks, several tons in fact, but not even that can compare to the amount of pain he feels. It would be one thing if you had forgotten what occurred prior to the incident, something he believes might have been best anyway, but you not recognizing him, his voice, his face, is something he is unlikely to recover from. All the time he had spent by your side over several years is now nothing more than dust in the wind, memories that he has become the sole owner of.
In the next moment, the doctor strides into the room, and upon grabbing the clipboard at the foot of the bed, a smile appears on his face.
“Glad to see you’re awake. How are you feeling?”
Uncovering yourself, you place the blanket back on your lap, straightening out the creases one by one. You neither make eye contact with Jiwon nor the nurse, but instead look straight ahead.
“My neck hearts. My chest hurts. And I’m a little tired…”
Your voice slowly trails off as you try to think about everything, but the more you attempt to pick up the pieces, the worse your headache becomes. Noticing your pain-stricken face, the doctor moves up to the side of the bed, now putting distance between you and Jiwon.
“We’ll provide pain medication right away. Your chest probably hurts because of a few bruised ribs, but those will only heal with time. Luckily, there were no major injuries, although you will likely be sore for a while. Do you remember what happened to you?”
The whole room falls silent. Despite knowing the answer, Jiwon is still hesitant to hear the words come from your mouth.
“No… I don’t. I don’t know how I got here, or really anything for that matter.”
Writing a few things down on the clipboard, the doctor pauses for a moment before asking his next question.
“Do you know your name?”
“No.”
One word. That’s all Jiwon can take. Slamming back the chair, he rushes out of the room and down the hallway. Reaching a dead end, he slumps to the ground below the window, tears streaming down his face. All around him, everything is too loud, the sounds of chatter, the sounds of metal against metal, the damned sound of the clock ticking on the wall above him. Everything around him is falling apart, and yet he must be the one to act like everything will be okay, because that’s just who he is. He hates being weak, he hates being lost even more, but in this moment, there is nothing more he can do but accept the fact that your entire relationship is over. Your whole friendship now… gone.
Feeling a hand on his shoulder, he looks up to see the nurse squatting by his side. Wiping the tears from his face, he straightens his back in an attempt to look fine, but just like before, the flood only continues. Falling forward into her shoulder, the nurse tries to sooth him by rubbing circles on his back, and although she feels awkward, it pains her to see the loved ones of patients deal with the aftermath of amnesia.
The close proximity only reminds him more of you, how he wants this person to be you. Everything about this situation is unfair, but he also knows that between the two of you, he needs to be the one to stay strong if he ever wants to have some type of relationship. He wants to help you, needs to help you for his own sake and for yours as well. He will be your caretaker, so long as you allow him, but if you never regain your memories and choose to have nothing to do with him, then that would be the point in which he will be forced to give up. But he will fight until the bitter end.
“There’s still a chance that she will remember everything later on, so please don’t lose hope just yet.”
Lifting his head from her shoulder, he looks into her eyes, hoping to find some truth to her words. When he notices the sincerity on her face, he tries his best to believe her, but a part of him is so absolutely terrified, that he’s afraid that his hope will only leave him in broken pieces if you don’t end up remembering a single thing of the love you once had for him. Although it was never romantic love, it was love nonetheless, and he would trade everything just to have that back. But for now, all he can do is wait.
The nurse helps him stand on his feet, and nodding his head, he gives a silent thanks to which she only responds with a smile. Walking ahead of him, the nurse leads him back to the room, but before he enters, he takes one last deep breath.
“No matter what happens, don’t give up. She’ll remember, she has to remember…” He quietly repeats to himself.
Walking into the room, he sees you in the bed still lost in conversation with the doctor, but when you notice his presence, all your attention is directed to him, every word now going in one ear and out the other. Both of you stare at each other for a while, and when the doctor notices that you have stopped listening, he glances behind his shoulder to see Jiwon standing casually in the doorway.
“Come in. We’re just discussing basic details right now, like name, birthdate, just trivial things.”
Looking between you and the doctor, he only nods before returning to his seat next to the bed. When he peeks up at you, he notices your swollen eyes and tear-stained cheeks, and the expression on your face only pains his heart. You mouth the words ‘I’m sorry’ and he can already feel the tears threatening to spill again, but before they can, he sucks them back in. Even if you don’t remember anything, he still wants you to see him as the one who will take care of you, the strong one who will fight through anything for you, even if it nearly kills him in the process. Especially in this moment, you need him more than anything, and he isn’t about to let you down.
Much of the conversation between you and the doctor goes over Jiwon’s head, only nodding whenever his input was desired, but other than that, he becomes lost in his own thoughts. He wonders what will happen the moment you are released from the hospital, if you will still want to be near him or want nothing to do with him, but that thought alone is enough for a few tears to break past their barrier once again. Before, he was prepared for your friendship to end, even prepared for the endless, sleepless nights and the constant pain every time you crossed his mind, but at least then you would have had all your memories and maybe have shared the pain, too. But now… there is no chance of salvaging it. If you can’t remember him, then there’s nothing more he can do.
“You should be released in a day or two, but for now just rest and we’ll do a few more tests in a while.” With a slight smile, the doctor bows his head before exiting the room and closing the door behind him.
A few more days…
Having to wait before taking you home, before being with you in private, before figuring out the status of your relationship is an unbelievably difficult task, and if he is going to get any peace until then, he needs to talk to you now while he still has the chance.
He tries to scan your facial expression for any signs of your feelings, and he hopes that if he just looks into your eyes he will know everything just like he could before. But when you finally glance in his direction, there is no familiarity. There is no longer that softness that you used to have or the glints of hope during even the most hapless situations. You are someone he doesn’t even recognize.
Losing his desire to talk, he leans back into the chair, and with his hands behind his head, he closes his eyes to think. The first thing he needs to do when you are released is take you to all the places that might bring back memories: your first trip together to the coast, your favorite reading nook inside the public library, even the spot under the tree where your last boyfriend dumped you might be powerful enough to spark something. He is willing to try anything and everything, and before he is able to realize it, he is back to square one, to where this whole situation started under the spell that is you.
“Um… Jiwon.”
The sound of your voice pulls him back from the recesses of his mind and with lightning speed, he sits up in his seat, ready to listen to your words, but as he looks at you, he notices the guilt on your face.
“I’m sorry, but can you leave… I don’t know what kind of relationship we had before, but you don’t have to stay.”
You are both decisive but indecisive with your words, simultaneously wanting him to leave but also understanding that it is not an easy task to do. Being alone in the room with him only makes you uncomfortable, and without you having said anything, he would have quickly figured it out, but he never expected you to be so verbal about it. It is very unlike you. And as much as he would like to think that your words, although not intentionally filled with poison, will destroy every last shred of hope he has left, he is truthfully too exhausted and numb to be effected. Like before, he will do anything for you, even if it means leaving your side. He knows later, though, that the pain will only leave him as an empty shell of his previous self.
“Sure. I’ll be back to check on you tomorrow.”
Standing up, he pushes the chair against the wall before turning on his feet. Without giving you a second glance, he walks to the door, too afraid that the sight of you will break his façade.
“Oh, uh… you don’t have to-”
Before you finish your sentence, Jiwon leaves, slamming the door behind him. He doesn’t want you to finish that sentence, he doesn’t think he’d be able to live had he heard you finish it, and hopefully now, you will understand that no matter what you say, he will be back every day. He’s stubborn, he knows this, and that’s something you will come to learn again, too.
Closing his eyes, he takes a few deep breaths, but as much as he tries to relax, his fingers continue to tremble even in the tautness of his clenched fists. He feels himself become dizzy, the hospital too suffocating and too obnoxiously sterile. He needs fresh air before he ends up in a stretcher himself, so with quick feet, he dashes to the stairwell. In his descent, he tries not to trip, holding onto the railing for dear life as he feels himself slowly losing grip with reality. He loses track of the number of flights, the number of stairs, and all he can think about it making it the bottom and getting out. After he finally reaches the first floor, legs feeling like jelly, his shaky hands push open the door. Seeing himself back in the lobby surrounded by the sick and suffering only urges another wave of dizziness, and as he stumbles toward the entrance, he feels holes burning into his back, probably gazes from employees who notice that he is clearly ill. Going through the automatic doors, he is hit with a wall of cold air, and taking a seat on a ledge nearby, he falls into the snow-covered soil that once held a bed full of flowers. Despite the bites to his skin, his body still burns, the ice not being enough to cool him down. Feeling himself lose consciousness, he tries to slap himself awake considering the last thing he wants is to be in the hospital alongside you. His utter fear of hospitals is what normally keeps him away, and he’ll be damned if he is wheeled in there when he could just be resting at home.
Grabbing the keys from his pocket, he sits up slowly as to not aggravate his vertigo, and once standing, he gingerly makes his way to the parking lot, making sure that no one had witnessed his episode. Finally inside the car, he blasts music hoping that the noise will prevent him from falling unconscious at the wheel, and although he knows he shouldn’t be driving, his only thoughts are to get home so he can sleep through the next couple of days until you are released.
It only takes a few moments before he’s out on the road. He does his best to concentrate on the task at hand, but every time he reaches a stop light, he becomes nervous as once his body is no longer preoccupied, it begins to shut down. Every few feet he swerves, not enough to be alarming to anyone else, but enough for him to notice that he won’t be able to drive for much longer. Seeing his apartment complex in the distance, he picks up his speed, racing past several cars to get to his destination. Thankfully, he has his own designated space where he lives, so parking at the very least isn’t going to be an issue.
Upon driving into the garage, he notices the spaces mostly empty, and taking a deep breath, he pulls into his spot, surprised that he parked straight on the first try. Getting out of the car, he nearly collapses, his legs still not yet recovered. Holding onto the side of the car and the wall, he reaches the elevator, and even after pressing the button several times, it feels like an eternity passes before it reaches the garage floor. Stumbling inside, he leans back against the railing, anxiously watching the numbers increase as they get closer and closer to his floor. The ding of the elevator never sounded so sweet, and with the doors opening, he feels the extra push of adrenaline he’ll need to make it to his room.
His hands, still unsteady, struggle to put the key into the lock, but after several attempts, he makes it in on luck alone. Opening the door, he is met with darkness and an overwhelming feeling of loneliness, but that doesn’t deter him from going to where he really wants to be - his bed.
[ Seven days pass ]
After his first visit, flowers and candy in hand, you had politely asked him not to return during the rest of your stay. As much as he would have liked to ignore it and continue to show up despite your protests, he realized that if he ever wants to have some type of friendship, then he will need to build your trust from the ground up and give you the space that you need. During those days, he spent his time in the studio, either making music to get his mind off you or making music specifically for you, and whenever he went home in the middle of the night, often around four in the morning, he could only lie awake in bed, thinking of every possible way he might get you to remember him. In the rare instances he could fall asleep, he would only dream of your face, like a haunting image forcing him awake in a puddle of his own sweat, heart beating as if he ran a marathon. He had no desire to eat or do much of anything, and it was slowly killing him.
When he received the call from the hospital, he was busy in his studio, hand clutched to his mouse, clammy from stress, and he was so engrossed in his task that he almost missed his phone ringing in the background. It took all of two seconds to collect his things before he got into the car, speeding past everyone that got in his way.
Standing in front of the automatic doors, he tries to plan his conversation, what he might say and your possible responses, but no matter how many times he goes through the scenario in his mind, he realizes that all of them seem unlikely. Shoving his hands in his jacket pockets, he buries himself in his oversized clothes, looking down as to not make eye contact with any of the staff. Having the route to your room memorized, he doesn’t bother looking up, only to press the button of the elevator. Once inside, he takes one final breath, the contents of his stomach flipping over a million times in anticipation of finally taking you out of here. He willingly volunteered to bring you home, as he would have it no other way. He only trusts you in his care.
The bell of the elevator signals his exit, and upon stepping onto the sterilized white tile, he hears the faint sound of your laugh in the distance, automatically drawing a smile across his face. Even in his darkest times, listening to you laugh at your own jokes was enough to pull him from his foreboding hole, and no matter how hard he tried not to react, you were so adorable to him. Thinking back to those times only makes his heart flutter more, and with giddiness now flooding his system, he doesn’t hesitate to skip down the hall toward your room.
As soon as he enters, he observes you deep in conversation with the same nurse from before. When you notice his presence leaning against the door frame, a bright smile spreads across your face. You aren’t sure what had pushed you to respond in this way, but your body was acting on auto-pilot, and it seemed like the most natural thing in the world. Just the sight of it alone is enough for his heart to skip a beat, and once again, his mind is flooded with hope that maybe you will remember him after all, and so long as he can continue to make you smile like this, he might survive this whole ordeal.
“Come on in.” The nurse insists lightly, motioning for him to stand near the bed.
“Everything is set for her to be discharged. All her tests came back normal, and all she really needs is rest, so I recommend not a lot of moving around. She is still in the process of remembering a lot of things, but she seems to have the basics.”
Stepping closer to him, just slightly out of earshot, the nurse gives him a warning.
“Don’t try to force memories on her if you can. It might make things worse. Everything will happen in time.” With a sincere smile, she steps away and focuses her attention back on you, helping you stand up from the bed.
Grabbing the bag from underneath his arm, he hands it to the nurse. Looking inside, she rummages through the pile of clothes before picking out a pair of leggings and a large sweater.
“These are a few of your clothes. It will be best to dress comfortably, so only wear lose fitting shirts as to not aggravate your bruised ribs.” Nodding your head, you grab the clothes from her arms.
“I’ll be waiting outside.” He adds, taking his leave alongside the nurse to give you privacy.
The nurse returns to her station behind the desk, and he is left leaning against the wall, thinking about the activities he has planned for the day. He is still unsure how much of it you’ll enjoy or if you even want to spend time with him today, but he is determined to at least get you out for a little while. More so for you than for him, as he can only imagine just how boring it is to sit in the hospital for extensive amounts of time. His only concern is that you’ll allow him to take you out in hopes of seeing that beautiful smile on your face once again.
As soon as the door opens, his train of thought is broken, and when he looks over at you, his heart stops. He hasn’t seen you in a pair of normal clothes in what feels like forever, and although your hair is somewhat of a mess, you are still as bright as you once were, glowing as if the hospital never had a hold on you in the first place. Just another reminder of why he loves you - nothing in the world can get in the way of your cheerful presence.
“Ready to go?” You question, pretending as if you never once noticed he was lost in thought.
Walking into the elevator, both of you are silent as several visitors, patients, and staff file in. The small space is cramped, and with the two of you packed into the corner, taking it slow on the physical aspect of your relationship is immediately thrown out the window. With your back flesh against his body, you feel your cheeks heat up, and with him squirming behind you uncomfortably, your bodies were only making more contact. Any shift he makes, you can feel, and with so many people around, it feels like a hundred degrees. The bell of the elevator and the opening of the doors are your saviors and as everyone scatters, you run into the middle of the hall, stopping short as you wait for Jiwon to lead the way. When he doesn’t appear on either side of you, you panic for a small moment, but when you turn around, you see him standing right outside the elevator with a sly smirk.
“W-what?” You stammer, awkwardness and mortification clear in your voice. Had he seen something? Felt something? If your cheeks were pink before, they are now a vivid red, matching the color of your sweater.
“Oh, nothing. Let’s go.” The smirk doesn’t disappear as he heads to his right toward to the entrance of the hospital.
“That little…” Biting your tongue, you try to suppress your sudden irritation at the boy in front of you, and if you didn’t know any better, you might have just tackled him then and there.
You had met him only a week ago, at least for the second time, but every minute that you spend near him, you feel more and more comfortable, like you had known each other for ages. It is odd considering you still couldn’t remember anything about your past, but deep in your heart, there is familiarity.
Running after him, you slip into the passenger’s seat of the car, immediately noticing the cleanliness and extensive stereo system. Starting the ignition, he makes his way toward your apartment, leaving the music to lull over the silence.
“So… you’re into music?” You ask sheepishly, not quite sure where to begin the conversation.
“I guess you could say that. I produce my own music, and I enjoy writing lyrics.”
Leaning back in the seat, you allow his words to sink in, hoping that it might spark some memories, but when nothing comes to mind, you decide to continue.
“That’s really cool. I’m guessing you have a studio or something.”
Nodding his head, he smiles at your interest in his work. It’s like becoming friends all over again, and it sends a warmth straight to his heart. Sometimes he would wonder what it’d be like to go through it all again, before any feelings were involved. Having to start over like this only reminds him of when things were easy, all those years ago.
“My room has become my studio. It has all my equipment and everything.” He remarks, a hint of pride breaking through.
“D-do you think I might be able to see it?” Biting your lip, you try to calm your beating heart, hoping you didn’t come off too strong.
Unable to hide his emotions any longer, he turns to you and shows you the sweetest and brightest smile. The sight alone is enough to give you butterflies in your stomach.
“Of course.” The smile on his face becomes contagious, invisible strings pulling at the sides of your mouth.
Parking alongside the curb, Jiwon gets out of the car only to walk around and open your door. He does his best to help you walk up the slippery steps, and with your keys in hand, he slides it into the lock. Walking through the hallway and entering the living room, it’s chilly and silent, so his first instinct is to put a log into the fireplace. Watching from behind, you take off your shoes and your jacket, astounded at everything in front of you. For lack of better words, your apartment is beautiful, definitely your taste, at least from what you can understand. The light tones of blue along with gold accents are extremely eye-catching, and the furniture appears to be high-end. You aren’t exactly sure how you managed to afford everything, but you hope that is only from years of dedication and hard work.
Leaning against the back of the couch, you watch as Jiwon lights a match and tosses it into the black pit, the log catching fire and illuminating the room. He seems comfortable and knowledgeable of the space as he had probably spent countless hours here with you before the incident. Thinking about it now, this whole situation must not be easy on him whatsoever, and for that you feel nothing but guilt. Even though it wasn’t entirely your fault, you knew that your initial coldness toward him must not have been pleasant. You will try to warm up to him and test the waters, but if there isn’t any chemistry to be salvaged, then you will have no choice but to walk away. A feat that you know will not be easy.
Stepping aside, he walks over to the cabinet near the large television. He scans through the movies, examining every cover, until he finally finds the one he had been looking for.
“Get comfortable, I’ll go grab a blanket for you.” He insists, rushing past you toward an area in the back of the apartment.
Following his directions, you take place on one side of the couch, brushing your hand over the soft suede. The material is delightful, allowing you to draw patterns with a simple stroke of your finger. When Jiwon returns, he places the oversized blanket across your body, making an effort to tuck it in at your sides. After inserting the disc, he takes a seat on the adjacent cushion, leaving a reasonably sized distance between the two of you. Normally, he would have sat a lot closer, especially during The Notebook, but he decides to let you survive the movie on your own.
For you, it is a brand new movie, a new experience entirely, and for every scene that clutches at your heart strings, you subconsciously reach for Jiwon’s arm, holding onto it tightly as if it will prevent the tears from haplessly rolling down your cheeks. The impending heart break from the ending shatters your resolve to tiny pieces, almost the size of the ones your heart is now left in, and with you now clutched onto his arm like a koala, he is engulfed with memories from the very first time you had both watched the movie and every time after. Just like now, you wound yourself around him for comfort, and the habit, even with your amnesia, has not died.
All it takes is the credits to start rolling for you to notice your intimate position, and once you detach yourself, you feel the heat rise to your cheeks, likely a million times hotter than the fire itself. You are embarrassed and so confused, but the fact that he doesn’t seem to mind is what worries you even more.
“Are you alright?” He asks, a lop-sided grin adorning his soft features.
You can’t even handle looking him directly in the eye.
“I’m fine.” You respond defiantly, shifting in your seat so that you are now facing the fireplace.
Leaning to the side, he catches the glimpse of you licking your lips, and just like so many times prior, not even little white lies can escape without your Pinocchio syndrome kicking into full gear. Although it is to be expected, the sight warms his heart knowing that at least some parts of you are still the same.
“That was a good movie even though I sobbed like a small child. You said it was one of my favorites, right?” You ask shyly, murderous embers still burning the flesh of your face.
“Yeah, we used to watch it a lot,” he pauses, brushing his hair back with his hand, “even after a hundred times, you still cried the same way.”
Nodding your head, you focus on the wall as it shifts in color with waves of orange and yellow from the fire, and as you rub at your cheeks, you realize that your blush will not be disappearing anytime soon.
“Hey… Jiwon?”
The moment he hears those words, his body stiffens, nervous of what you might say next. The last time you had spoken those words, you had asked him not to return to the hospital, and if you have the same goal in mind, then he might have to walk out the door within the next few minutes. Clenching his jaw, he waits for you to continue, and with each passing second, a million more scenarios run through his mind.
“Do you think we can go out for a bit? I’m starting to feel claustrophobic.”
Looking over in utter shock, he contemplates if he had originally misheard you, but when he sees the innocent look on your face, cheeks still stained pink, he realizes that you are serious in your request.
Without another word, he stands from the couch, grabbing your hand in his. Offering your jacket, he urges you to put it on as he slips his arms through his own. Once your shoes are on, he doesn’t hesitate before pulling you out the front door and down the street. As the cold air nips at your exposed skin, you look at the scenery around you, as you had been unable to do so during the car ride. The neighborhood is quiet and neat, various children outside playing with the leftover snow still glued to the sidewalk. You don’t even notice that your hand had once again found solace in his, too preoccupied by the subtle warmth it gave you. Despite the temperature dropping below freezing, being outside is strangely comforting, giving you a sense of freedom that you haven’t had in what feels like forever. Even if you couldn’t remember anything, your body still held all the physical memories, and from what you are able to tell, you are greatly accustomed to this type of weather.
Jiwon continues to walk alongside you, but as the streets become more packed with people, you find yourself falling slightly behind his steps as he weaves you through the crowd. It isn’t until you run into the back of his black puffy coat that you realize that he had stopped.
“Two hot chocolates, please.”
Peaking around his shoulders, you realize that you are situated in front of a small stand run by a man and a smaller person who appears to be his daughter. Without letting go of your hand, he reaches into his pocket for money, and once he receives his change, he hands over a steaming cup of cocoa.
“They live in the apartment down the way from yours. Every winter they sell hot chocolate to raise money for her studies. You’re their biggest patron.” He smiles lightly, holding his cup close to his chest.
With a slight bow, both of you continue on your way. As you get closer to the center of town, you notice the various lights strung across the trees and around the streetlamps. People litter the sidewalk holding steaming cups and various sugary treats, and once you start to hear the faint sounds of orchestral music, you realize that this is more than just a coincidence.
“Where are we going?” You ask quietly, voice subjugated by the surrounding chatter and activity.
“Winter festival. The city holds it every year and people come from all over to get their hands on all the fresh baked goods. These treats only appear once a year.”
“That’s so cool.” With a genuine smile, you look around at the various stands and booths, watching people of all ages enjoy the delicacies. Even the hot chocolate in your hand tastes like pure heaven, made from expensive chocolate likely flown in from overseas. So delicious that you might even go back for seconds.
What amazes you more though is that in in this small trip, night had fallen quickly, and with the various lights and lanterns, the street is still lit up and full of life as if darkness had no control of the their joy. Everyone that surrounds you is filled with laughter, carefree in their movements as they skip between every stand. It is a kind of welcoming you could only dream about, and now that you are finally here, you don’t even know where to look. It is all so beautiful that you can feel tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, realizing just how lucky you are to be alive.
The feeling of warmth around your hand catches your attention, and when you glance over, you notice that Jiwon had placed both your hands inside his jacket pocket. You had completely forgotten that he had never once let go, but without having any gloves in your possession, you aren’t complaining. Jiwon had claimed that the two of you were never in a romantic relationship, but from the way he acts, sweetness and all, you begin to wonder if that might have been a lie. Inside, you are conflicted, knowing full well that there is something odd about holding hands with him, as you don’t remember him at all and he is more so a kind stranger, but your body continues to have a mind of its own.
You become so engrossed in your surroundings, the sounds of laughter and children playing games, that you don’t even realize exactly how far you’ve walked. Most of the festival is left behind, forgotten in the wind, the quiet night taking over once again. Underneath your feet, you can hear the crunching of snow and ice and the melodic breathing of Jiwon beside you, but listening closely, you can make out the sound of crashing waves.
“Are we… going to the beach?” Squeezing your hand, he smiles, showing his smile once again.
“One of your favorite things to do is walk along the beach at night. At least it used to be.” He does his best to not sound disappointed, but his strained and quiet voice doesn’t slip past your ears. He is hurting, just as you would have expected, and it only makes your heart ache, realizing there is little comfort you can give him at the moment. Instead you walk along beside him, hand still in his, as you step across the boardwalk and down toward the water. From your spot above the sea, you notice the thick layer of snow covering what you assume to be the sand, still in pristine condition and left untouched.
“There’s at least six inches of snow here.” He notes, more so to himself than to you. It is unlikely you would want to walk on the beach now, as you both would be forced to trudge through nothing but ice.
Without a moment of hesitation, you pull your hand from his, grabbing his arm and bringing him down the creaking wooden steps. The moment your feet land in the blanket of white crystals, you are filled with a child-like frivolity, a sudden rush of excitement coursing through your veins. Unlike the streets of town, the snow here is a soft as feathers, pure white as if freshly fallen, and with the temperature still being cold enough, the layers are firm, giving you a delightful idea. Running ahead, you do your best to trudge through without tripping and once there is a large enough distance between you two, you drop to your knees, shoveling large amounts of snow into your hand. Upon having your fill, you compact the chunks into a large enough ball, knowing fully well that Jiwon will only be a few steps behind you. With nothing but the sound of the shore and crashing waves, you can immediately tell when he is only a couple meters away. Not sparing a second, you turn around with the snowball in your hand, ready to aim, but the moment you look in his direction, you realize that you might have waited a moment too long.
One thing Jiwon is grateful for is that even after losing your memories, you are still the same person, habits and all, so when he saw you running ahead, he knew exactly what you were up to. He initially hoped that seeing the beach in the dead of winter would help remind you of the past, but it only brought back memories for him of the prior year when you had first heard of the festival, dragging him along the whole thing only for him to play games, winning you every plushie that you had so sweetly asked for. That day, you both walked down this same boardwalk, only for you to throw the first snowball at his head. Spending time with him like this was the break from life that you needed, and you had dusted off all worries from your shoulders, relishing in the moment of youth. It was a moment you held dear to your heart, even framing the picture of you both with your backs against the horizon, rosy cheeks and tired eyes. He thinks back to that day a lot, especially lately, realizing just how perfect life used to be before you had so suddenly started to avoid him, not answering his texts and skipping out on days when you were supposed to hang out. But having you here now gave him a little peace, and even if you never regain those memories, he is determined to make new ones with you.
The compacted snow lands directly on your forehead, breaking apart and scattering onto your cheekbones. From your position on the ground, you can see his victorious grin, a sight that both lightens you heart and lights a flame within you. Clutching the snowball tightly in your bare hand, singed from the cold, you use fast reflexes to throw it in his direction. Unfortunately for you, your aim is as good as a small child’s, and you miss his body entirely. He takes a moment to look to the small pile behind him only to turn around and chuckle slightly, probably one of the most genuine reactions you have ever seen. It isn’t malicious in any way, but a sincere laugh that falls from his chapped lips. Despite feeling embarrassed from your poor excuse of a throw, you are determined to at least get a hit. You use your numbed fingers to pull together another pile of soft snow, sections slipping through your fingertips, and once you have enough, you squish it together to form a haphazard ball. Deciding to close the distance, you swiftly stand from your spot and chase after him, only for him to dodge you, jumping away. The amount of snow makes it hard to traverse through the mounds, but once you are close enough, you throw the snowball, landing directly at the back of his neck. Watching him squirm as the shards fall past the collar of his jacket brings you a kind of happiness you didn’t know you were capable of - the kind you feel when you look at someone you love.
The snow that lands against his skin melts upon contact, and without being able to do much more, he stands there and pouts playfully, slightly annoyed by his back being wet which now only feels cold and uncomfortable. Grabbing another pile of snow, he doesn’t bother to form it before he starts chasing after you, the snow crunching loudly beneath his weight. At this point, his movement resembles that of a rabbit, hopping as he tries to catch up to your quick feet. You have always been a lot better than him at running in the snow, and he loves watching the way in which your body moves freely, as if you were bred for the winter, and although he will never be able to live up to you in that way, he knows that his lack of athletic ability has been more fun for you anyway.
Taking a breather, you allow him to close the gap, but before you are able to turn and run away, he throws the pile of snow in your direction, scattering like fallen snow around you. Even in the moonlight, the snowflakes glisten brightly. The similarity between the snow and stars in the sky in uncanny, the scenery so beautiful that it’s as if you’re in a dream. Not even the heavy breathing can deter you from appreciating the sight of in front of you. You are so focused on everything else that you don’t notice Jiwon come up beside you, slipping his arms around your waist as he spins you around. For a split second, both of you seem to forget about the incident, now lost in each other’s presence, simply enjoying being with one another on this fine winter night. As he turns on his feet, he clumsily trips on himself, sending you both falling into the snow. Albeit facing the threats of frost bite, the position is delightfully comfortable as if you were lying on an actual bed, with both of you staring up at the night sky. Dark clouds of various magnitude invade the inky blackness, covering every constellation and shining planet, becoming victim to their somber opacity.
Both of you lie there for a while, basking in the serenity, and as the clouds continue to roll over, storm on its way, you feel the sudden urge to return home. You had an amazing day and considering that these would now become your first memories, you only think about the upcoming days, weeks, even years, and the many other adventures that have yet to come.
Far in the distance and in the vastness of the sky, you notice tiny specks contrasting with the dark clouds, and it isn’t until they are mere meters away that you realize that snow is beginning to fall. All around you, flakes land, but when one lands at the tip of your nose, a shockwave courses through you, from your head straight to your toes. The sudden jerking movement alarms him and in seconds he is at your side checking to see if you’re alright, but when you don’t immediately respond, he is conflicted with fear.
Ever since he brought you home, you haven’t once complained to him about feeling pain. Thinking back to the amount of activity from today, blatantly ignoring the nurse’s words, he realizes his lack of consideration might have actually made your condition worse.
“Jiwon…” Before you realize, the tears are streaming down the sides of your face burrowing into the snow below. The tears become choked sobs for every attempt at holding them back, and while becoming so overrun with emotion, you only yearn to be held in his arms. Without having said another word, he lifts your body from the ground, cradling you against his chest.
“What’s wrong, please tell me what’s wrong…” He pleads, voice shaky.
You can feel everything, see everything. You know exactly where you are. And you know exactly who’s eyes those are.
In the faint glow of the moonlight seeping through the clouds, he tries his best to read the expression on your face, but he can only make out the fear and confusion, missing the special glimmer in your eye that he had been searching for all along.
“Ji-won… I remember… I r-remember everything.” You pause marginally in a fit of hiccups, giving him a chance to absorb your words. The moment you see the slight quiver of his bottom lip, a sudden rush of guilt floods your system.
“I’m so s-sorry. I was s-so stupid, I wasn’t thinking, and I p-probably scared you so badly, I just can’t believe all of that happen-” Grabbing the sides of your face, he crashes his lips into yours, swallowing every word and sound.
Upon hearing those words, he nearly lost himself, the mere thought of having you back pushing him over the edge, enough to do something he had been dying to do since he first realized he had feelings for you. Just like he imagined, your lips are soft and unlike the surrounding air, they are as warm as can be, likely more sweet than any of the items sold at the festival. Even for you, the kiss is magical, unlike anything you could have imagined, the way his lips fit perfectly with yours, his movements in sync with your own. The kiss itself is forgiving, as delicate as the wind itself, and if it wasn’t for the cold nipping at your exposed skin and the threat of frost bite, you would be convinced you were floating on clouds.
Despite his utmost desires, Jiwon breaks away, looking you directly in the eye for any signs of wrong doing, and when he sees nothing but sadness, he becomes apprehensive. He has wished for this for so long, so much that it got in the way of putting you first, and without knowing how you feel, he is unsure of what to do next. All he wants is for you to know that everything is alright, and that he will always be there for you, but because of his impulsiveness, he feels your friendship slipping from his grasp.
“I… I want to talk about earlier, Jiwon. I’m sorry for being so cold…” Several tears fall from your eyes, taking solitude in the confines of your ears. “I just… I was scared. I was scared… of my feelings for you. I’ve never felt this way about someone before and I didn’t know how to deal with it, so I thought if I just removed myself, I could figure it out, but it only made it more complicated,” forgetting to breathe, you suddenly choke on your words, the icy wind constricting your lungs, “I’m sorry that I put you through this, that I made you worry, that I hurt you, dammit, the last thing I wanted to do was hurt you…” Taking a deep breath, you struggle for air, and with the flood gates still open, it becomes difficult for you to concentrate on the words you truly want to say.
“Shhh… I need you to breathe. Breathe easy. Because everything is okay.” Watching you break down like this hurts him deeply, cutting at the deepest parts of his soul, but to hear you admit your feelings is one of the last things he ever expected.
Holding you close against him, face buried into the plush of his coat, he watches as the descending snowflakes scatter with the wind, dancing in synchronization and floating delicately to the ground. Despite having the love of his life in his arms, sitting peacefully underneath the clouds in the snowbank, his opinion has not changed: he still hates winter.
Anon: hello there I’d like to request a little best friends to lovers imagine for my dear girl @jinhuwuan! thank you in advance ❤️
-Of course! Hope you like it <3
Having Bobby as a best friend would be THE best
Like hanging out all the time would be the best
He’d text you like ‘I ordered pizza come over’
Or he would show up at 2am like ‘hey i found this cat video let me show you’
Sleepovers would be a thing and it would never be awkward
You’re friends with all of the others so it’s just like one great ass friendship group
Listening to him record, going with him to shows being the supportive best friend
You’d always just refused to catch feels because you assumed he would want to be with another idol
Someone who everyone would gush over
So feelings just never got spoken about and it was all okay for a while
Even if it sucked a little you loved him as your best friend
People would mistake you guys for a couple ALL the time
At the start it was kind of funny like
“eWwwWwWwwWw no he’s not my BOYFRIEND”
him just dying of laughter whenever an old person would compliment how cute you were together
But after a while those reactions kind of died away
He would just chuckle a little and fiddle with his sleeves while looking down
He didn’t ask you to sleepover as much anymore
Or if you did he’d sleep on the couch
So you just assumed he was seeing someone else and rolled with it
It hurt, but you knew that this would happen which is why you just never thought about catching feels
But one night you had come round for a movie night with everyone
Of course you had brought everyone snacks
Every single member got their favourite treat so after handing them out you looked around for Bobby
“He’s in his room” Hanbin told you, gesturing over to the shut door down the hall
you crept over to the door, just assuming he was either sleeping or gaming and hadn’t heard you come in
Gently knocking at the door you waited for a response
You hear a quiet “coming” mumbled from behind the door before Bobby opens it
He’s wearing the hoodie you always tell him you like
And he smells like a DREAM
You can tell he showered and did his hair
“Well don’t you look nice, even though it’s just movie night”
He just smiles and pulls you in for a hug
Not unusual because you guys have always been super touchy but something about this felt... strange
The way he smiled at you gave you butterflies
Which you ignored because tonight is MOVIE night not I have feelings for my best friend night
So you just kind of awkwardly hand him his snacks and sprint back to the living room and sit down next to Junhoe
They put on some random horror movie and the night goes on
But from the corner of your eye you see Bobbys head turning to look over at you every once in a while
As you and Junhoe scream and giggle every time something happens on the screen he seems to look over more frequently
About an hour into the film he stands up and asks who wants a drink
Everyone asks for one so you join him to help him carry them all in
“Is everything okay?” you ask as he starts aggressively pulling cups out of the cupboard
“yeah...” He sighs while filling the glasses
You step in front of him looking him in the eyes despite the only light in the kitchen is coming from the TV screen next room you can see his hard expression
Which melts away when he sees your puppy eyes staring up at him
“Please tell me why you’re being like this. Is it because me and Junhoe are being too loud? Because I’ll stop screaming I promise. I can sit next to Chanwoo and then Junhoe won’t make me laugh from jumpi-”
He cuts you off
With a KISS
like what the fuck is happening right now
Pretty much as fast as it happened it was over
He just looked at you blankly, waiting to see your response
You’re just starstruck
Like, this dude, right here, just KISSED you
Your best friend, your favourite person in the whole world just literally kissed your lips
It may be dark but you can see his face drop because you’re taking so long to respond
“Y/N I’m sorry I don’t know why I did that, I just felt it was the right time. Ugh I wanted to ask you on a date first and I was going to do it tonight but you sat by Junhoe and not me and now I fucked it all up I’m sorry just forget it” He rambled, running his hands through his hair
This time it was your turn to shut him up
Slowly you closed the distance he put between the two of you
Wrapping your arms around his neck and bring your face to his
“You can still ask me on a date, I wont say no” you giggle before kissing him
It’s gentle at first, filled with hesitation and hidden emotions
But after a few seconds it’s the best thing that could have happened
Slow, raw and passionate, his hands going to your waist bringing your body closer to his
It can’t have been longer than 2 minutes before a cough made you both jump 3 feet apart in shock
“Uhhhh the movies nearly finished and we wanted our drinks” Jinhwan mumbles, grabbing the tray with the drinks and shuffling out awkwardly knowing better than to comment
But when he makes it to the living room cheers erupt and the sound of 6 pairs of feet come charging into the kitchen
“WE HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS FOR SO LONG HOLY FUCK” Junhoe yells while jumping up and down
“You have no idea how long this dude has been pining after you Y/N” Yunhyeong says
Bobby just puts his head down in embarrassment
And it’s the cutest thing in the world
Your heart just MELTS when he takes your hand an walks back to the sofas
“Will you sit with me?” he asks shyly,
“of course I will stupid” you giggle, kinda shocked by his new shy behaviour
Thats the start of the cutest relationship of the century
Because you guys were such close friend before being a couple is a breeze
You already did everything together
So now it’s just the extras that get added if you get what I mean
And now when you get called a cute couple in public he beams
rating / pairing: m (smut, language. some fluff/angst) / Kim Jiwon x Reader
(for @chelssma and our 4 year friendiversary💕)
Neon lights tinged everything around you pink. From the private room, you could hear someone singing karaoke - quite well, actually, to your surprise - over the music playing in the lounge but you ignored it, instead focusing on the vodka cranberry sitting on the bar in front of you, moodily swirling your straw in the red liquid. You really hadn’t felt like going out tonight.
Beside you, your best friend was flirting up a storm with some random guy that walked into the bar. Although, you suppose he probably wasn’t random considering how private the bar was. Mina usually wasn’t this flirty, or flirty at all really, considering before this trip she’d been in a relationship. But tonight, you were pretty sure she was on a mission and that mission was to get laid tonight.
Honestly, the only reason you and Mina had even been invited was your friend Chaewon. She’d been working at the bar for almost a year now and when you told her you’d be coming to visit Tokyo, she insisted you come and see her one of the nights she worked.
But the problem with Tokyo nightlife was that if you stayed out until after the trains stopped, you’d have to pay for an exorbitant taxi fare back to the hotel you were staying in since it was on the outskirts of the city. You really didn’t want to have to spend quite so much, since going out like this was already so expensive, and you decided to stay out all night, albeit rather begrudgingly. At least you could keep an eye on Mina, make sure she didn’t make too many decisions she’d regret in the morning.
As soon as you saw the black leather couch in the corner open up, you nudged Mina before jerking your chin towards the now unoccupied corner. “Let’s move over there,” you told your friend, voice just loud enough to be heard over the bar’s music.
You immediately settled into the corner, throwing your purse into the little cubby underneath the booth once you dug your phone cord out. At this point, you had accepted that it was going to be a long ass night. So you sank into the comfortable cushions and decided that it was a good time to start that new book you’d been planning on reading.
It’s not like you didn’t have the time.
Out of the corner of your eye, you watched as Mina placed her hand on her victim’s gentleman friend’s thigh, leaning into him and laughing at something he said, all while tossing her long, perfectly highlighted and styled curls over her shoulder. All of her signature flirting moves.
Surreptitiously, you rolled your eyes before focusing your attention fully back on your phone screen. Honestly, Mina had been using the same moves since you were going to shitty high school parties and all throughout the fraternity parties she always wanted to go to in college. You still couldn’t believe that guys fell for that move, every single time, nearly without fail.
Or maybe they just fell prey to your friend’s beauty and the charm that she all but oozed. She’d been in a relationship for the entirety of the eight months prior to your trip, but out of the blue, two weeks before you left, Mina dumped her boyfriend. She said she was just bored with him, that they had nothing more to offer one another.
Honestly, the worst part about Mina focusing all of her attention on flirting with this guy was that she’d promised your night out would be a girls’ night. The two of you had gone to college with Chaewon, your friend who worked in the bar, and it was supposed to be a night for the three of you to catch up. It wasn’t that you minded her flirting, she was an adult and could do whatever she wanted. It just frustrated you when it was on a night that you were supposed to spend hanging out with each other and Chaewon.
But then this dude waltzed in with his entourage of friends. You’d seen the almost predatory glint in Mina’s eye after she’d caught him staring at her from one of the couches. She’d flashed him a smile and her come hither face, then within minutes he was sauntering up to the bar and offering to buy her a drink.
You’d rolled your eyes slightly then, too. Mina had always liked playing games, making the guy feel like he was chasing her when in reality she’d already caught him. It had always been like watching a match between a cat and a mouse, except the mouse thought it was chasing the cat instead of vice versa.
To be honest, you admired Mina’s audacity. As long as you’d known her, she’d always gone after what she wanted when she wanted it, and more often than not she got it. You’d always wished you were even half as bold as she was.
That ridiculous taxi fare to get back to your hotel and sleep was starting to look better than spending the next four hours sitting here in this corner on your phone. You downed the second vodka cranberry that had been brought to the table for you, then lifted yourself off of the couch and headed to the bar where Chaewon was.
You settled into the barstool in front of your friend, who gave you a sympathetic look. “So much for our girl’s night,” you grumbled and Chaewon laughed, already fixing you another drink and placing it on the bar in front of you. The best thing about this place was that you paid a flat fee for the night and got unlimited drinks. At least, you thought it was the best thing.
Honestly, you were so focused on the drink in front of you that you didn’t notice someone pulling out the barstool next to you until Chaewon turned back from the counter on the back wall and raised her eyebrows at you, flicking her eyes to the space next to you.
You furrowed your brow at her slightly, then turned to see what she was looking at. A guy had taken the spot next to you, surprising since the whole bar was empty, and was watching you carefully.
“You look bored,” he observed and you let out a wry laugh.
“It’s that obvious, huh?” you responded and this time he laughed. You took a moment to observe him, letting your gaze travel across his face. He was good looking and had a cute smile, with artfully mussed light brown hair.
You weren’t sure where he’d come from though. Besides the group of guys that had come in after you and Mina, there hadn’t been anyone else besides the group in the private room, none of whom you’d seen. You knew he hadn’t come in with the other group though, you would have remembered him.
He met your gaze again. “I’m Bobby,” he told you with a smile. “What’s your name?”
You gave him your name, then took a sip of your drink. Maybe you wouldn’t leave quite as soon as you’d planned.
It turned out that Bobby was hilarious. He had you and Chaewon in stitches almost from the moment he introduced himself. When he invited you to come to the private room and meet his friends, you didn’t hesitate to agree.
As Bobby opened the door, you saw his friends scattered across the leather couches in the private lounge. He grabbed your hand and pulled you into the room, settling into an open space and all but pulling you onto his lap.
The rest of the night passed in a blur of karaoke and even more alcohol after Bobby introduced you to his friends. Honestly, you couldn’t remember all six of their names. Although you didn’t really think it was too important as bad as that sounded; after all, you’d probably never see any of them again, so what did it really matter?
The next time you left the private lounge, the bar was starting to close down for the night. Chaewon was wiping down the counter and shot you a wink as you almost stumbled down the steps from the private room.
Mina had long since disappeared, probably with the guy she was with before. So you didn’t feel bad in the slightest when Bobby asked you to grab some food with him. When you stepped out of the elevator and back onto the streets of Roppongi, the sun was starting to peek out around the surrounding buildings.
You found yourself glad you had Bobby with you. Even in the daylight, Roppongi was one of the seedier areas of Tokyo, not somewhere you particularly wanted to be if you were by yourself and as tipsy as you were. At least with him at your side, the same men that had leered at you and Mina the night before on your way to the bar thought twice before trying to approach you.
Bobby seemed to know the area fairly well and led you across one of the main roads to a ramen shop that was still open so early in the morning. You walked up the stairs behind him, but he never let go of your hand. You found side by side seats at the counter in the deserted restaurant, settling in and maybe leaning on each other more than you’d like to admit.
When the bowls of steaming broth and noodles were placed in front of you, you dug right in. Bobby laughed at your expression when you burned your tongue on the noodles and you just made a face back at him.
Your bowls empty and stomachs full, you headed back outside onto the street. By now, the trains had started and you figured that you would head your separate ways, probably never to see each other again. But it seemed Bobby had other ideas when he grabbed your hand and tugged you towards where you could see Tokyo Tower in the distance.
It wasn’t a very far walk and you soon found yourself at the base of the tower. “What are we doing here?” you asked him, frowning slightly with confusion.
Bobby didn’t look you in the eyes right away. “Would it be… okay if I kissed you?” he questioned after a long moment, his gaze meeting yours.
Your brain stopped working for a minute and you stared at him. “I mean, it’s fine if you say no, I just think you’re really pretty and cool-” Bobby was starting to ramble, but you cut him off when you grabbed his hands and pulled him to you, planting your lips firmly against his.
At first, it was like your kiss surprised him like he hadn’t been expecting you to actually kiss him. But then he was kissing you back, his hands leaving yours to find your waist and your hair, pulling you closer and deepening the kiss.
Your lips soon found a rhythm against his and when you nipped at his lower lip slightly after a few long moments, Bobby let out a soft groan. He was the one to break the kiss and he stared at you with lust darkened eyes. “Let’s get out of here?” he said, phrasing the words as a question and regarding you with a raised brow.
As soon as the word yes left your lips, Bobby was hailing a taxi. And as much as you didn’t want to make the taxi driver uncomfortable, it seemed neither one of you could keep your hands off of each other.
You were honestly so focused on kissing Bobby’s neck and finding the most sensitive spots along his jaw and the feeling of his hands caressing up your thighs that you didn’t even notice the hotel you were at until he was frantically paying the driver and ushering you out of the cab.
“Wait, this is my hotel,” you said, questioningly with maybe the slightest undertone of concern considering you’d never told Bobby what hotel you were staying in.
It all made sense when he pulled a key card out of his wallet with a quirked eyebrow. You let out an incredulous laugh. Out of all the hotels in the city, what were the chances you’d be staying in the same one plus be in the same bar on the same night?
Honestly though, when his hands found your waist again you couldn’t bring yourself to think about it anymore. The elevator ride was the worst. As much as you wanted him to slam your back up against the wall, it wasn’t happening with two other people in the elevator.
But when they stepped out on the 6th floor and you had to go to the 12th, you’d never hit the ‘close door’ button faster and as soon as the metal doors closed, you got exactly what you wanted.
Bobby’s hands found your waist and your back met the wall, then his mouth was leaving a heated trail from your jaw all the way down your neck and across your collarbone. As his lips traveled lower and brushed across your cleavage, you thanked yourself for wearing a low cut shirt as you arched your back to press closer to him.
The elevator dinged and you didn’t think you’d ever been pulled from an elevator quicker. It was your turn to tease as Bobby tried to unlock the door while you let your lips ghost across all the sensitive spots on his skin you’d found on the cab ride over.
He let out a frustrated groan but finally got the keycard to work and as soon as the door shut behind you, the both of you started to make quick work of each other’s clothing. Your outfits were left in a heap by the door, and you were beyond thankful that something had possessed you to wear the sexiest matching undergarment set you had in your luggage.
Bobby had smiled wickedly when he saw the black lace that hugged your body just right. “It’s like you wore this just for me,” he murmured teasingly against your skin as you found your back up against the wall of his room. Bobby’s strong hands found your thighs and then he was lifting you so you’d wrap your legs around his waist.
You really thought he was going to take you right there against the wall. Not that you’d have had any complaints, considering all the teasing and making out in the cab had you practically soaking through your panties. But then he moved off the wall, his hands firm on your thighs, and he was moving you to the bed, dropping you down onto the mattress.
You landed with a slight bounce, then he was on you again, this time deftly undoing your bra and casting it across the hotel room before pulling you on top of him so your chests were pressed together. Your lips found Bobby’s again and you ground your hips against him, dragging a deep moan from him.
You continued to swivel your hips against him, loving hearing all of the sounds he made, but then he was pushing you off and maneuvering you onto your back, his hands already making quick work of the last scrap of lace hiding your core from him.
Bobby made a place for himself between your thighs and he let out a low groan when he saw your arousal already glistening on your lower lips. He watched you carefully through his lashes as he licked one long strip along your slit and you let out a whine, squirming at his teasing.
Your squirming didn’t encourage him to move any quicker, and Bobby smacked the inside of your thigh lightly with two fingers. “Behave yourself,” he told you, his low voice leaving desire coiling in your abdomen as he trailed sloppy kisses up the inside of your thighs.
When his mouth finally found its way back to your heat, Bobby wasn’t teasing anymore. He eased one finger into you and you let out a gasp at the welcome intrusion, then his tongue found your clit. You hated to admit how close he was to pushing you over the edge already but his talented tongue seemed to know everything to do to drive you wild.
Bobby pushed a second finger into you and you couldn’t contain the long moan that slipped from your lips. He lifted his head from your center for a moment, a wicked smirk curving his slicked lips upwards, then Bobby was diving back into you, his tongue flicking against your sensitive nub and his fingers plunging into you with a renewed fervor.
It was when he sucked harshly on your clit that you were tipped over the edge and your orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks. Bobby slowed down to work you through it, letting your walls clamp down tightly on his fingers as he continued to thrust them into you, gently now. When he pulled his fingers out of you, you let out a whine at the loss, but then he was rolling a condom on and lining his length up with your entrance.
“Are you sure?” Bobby asked you, serious for a moment, and you nodded furiously, twisting your hips to get just the slightest bit of friction when his head rubbed along your slit. As soon as you did that, he turned teasing again. “Someone’s needy, hmm?”
“Mm, maybe,” you gasped out as he slowly began to push into you, your nails already leaving red trails across his back.
As soon as he was in you to the hilt, Bobby buried his face in your shoulder, sucking deep violet marks into your skin as you arched into his mouth, unable to get enough of him even with him buried in your core. “Oh, fuck,” you moaned the words when he started to move, slowly at first, but then he was slamming back into you and you all but screamed his name.
Bobby set a hard and fast pace that had you an absolute wreck under him, your nails scoring deep red lines across his skin while he decorated your chest with deep purple marks. When he slowed to a stop for a moment, you shot him a questioning look but then he was reaching underneath you to get a firm grip on your ass and flipped your bodies so you were on top of him.
You slowly rolled your hips, watching as Bobby tipped his head back and let out a groan from the back of his throat. His grip on your hips tightened until you knew there would be marks left from his hands - not that you minded - and then he was pistoning his hips into you from below, stopping to grind against you occasionally.
When one of Bobby’s hands drifted from your hip to between your thighs, his thumb finding your clit to massage it in rough circles, you came around him with a strangled moan that sounded a lot more like a scream.
The feeling of your walls clenching around his length like a vice was enough to send Bobby over the edge as well and with a few more sloppy thrusts, he was spilling his load into the condom. You collapsed against his chest with a sigh and Bobby wrapped his arms loosely around your waist, letting his hands trail across the bare skin of your back.
The two of you stayed like that for a few long moments, Bobby ghosting light kisses across your shoulder. When he finally let go of your waist, you rolled off of him and snuggled into the pillow on his bed, Bobby stood to clean himself up before coming back to the bed and handing you a t-shirt.
“Stay here tonight?” he asked, flopping down onto the bed next to you.
You sat up slightly, slipping the shirt over your body before falling into Bobby’s open arms and pressing a gentle kiss to the underside of his jaw. “Okay,” you told him and he shot you a cheeky smile.
Wrong Place, Wrong Time Part 3: The Road to Recovery
Pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam x Reader (platonic), Bobby x Reader (paternal)
Trigger Warnings: talks about kidnapping, talks about rape, briefly mentions murder, mentions torture, language, nightmares (not discussed, just that they have them), shock, I think that’s it. Angst
Word Count: 2952
Summary: You get back to Bobby’s already starting to feel better with the sensation of being home. You share a moment with Dean that shows progress in your recovery. Bobby and Dean leave for a quick hunt reluctantly, leaving Sam behind with. The younger Winchester, who mind as well be your brother takes care of you, and you begin to feel like your old self again. Is he able to get you to talk? Is anyone? Read and find out. (Sorry this summary sucks. I’m tired and my brain doesn’t feel like trying.)
A/N: Hey y’all here is the third and final part of wrong place wrong time. Sorry it’s late, I meant to post it earlier but I spent most the day helping take care of my feverish 2-year-old nephew. He needed his auntie. Anyway, loved writing tis despite the dark themes and hope you enjoy reading it. As always feedback is always encouraged and always wanted and hate will not be tolerated. Take your nasty opinions elsewhere. Read away my SPN loves.
P.S. READ THE TRIGGER WARNINGS!!!!!! I CAN NOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH.
Part 1: The Incident
Part 2: The Aftermath
After that encounter, Bobby recommended that first, you bathe, because after a week without a shower your odor was enough to kill small animals, and second that you all come back to his house and relax and get out of those rinky dink motels.
Once you arrived at Bobby’s house you immediately felt a sense of security and safety. That house held so many of your childhood memories that it was hard not think about those happy times when you were there.
You went up to your old room, which was just the way you left it all those years ago, which made you smile. You changed into some fluffy pj pants and a simple blank tank top. It was nice to be somewhere so familiar and full of love. It was nice to be home.
After you got comfortable you ran downstairs. Even though you still weren’t up for talking, there was someone you needed to show your appreciation and love for. You found Dean and grabbed his hand. He looked at you and smiled, which completely melted you. You yanked his arm signaling for him to follow you to which he obliged.
You brought him to your room and clenched onto him like you were holding on for dear life. Dean engulfed you in his arms and squeezed you tight to let you know he was there for you. Suddenly, he felt a wetness on his chest and noticed you crying. He ran his hand down the back of your head quietly and sweetly shh-ing you.
When he felt you letting up a bit, he loosened his grasp and pulled your face up to look at him. “Still uncomfortable with talking?” he asked. You replied by nodding your head yes. “That’s ok sweetheart. We don’t have to talk. Just let me be here for you, yeah?”
To respond you let go of him and just grabbed his hand and brought him over to your bed. You laid down and he just wrapped his arms around you and you settled in his warmth. He held onto you carefully and kissed your temple.
After about two hours, Sammy went looking for where you two had disappeared off to. He finally made it to your room when he opened the door and saw the sight in front of him. He couldn’t help but smile at the sight of Dean cuddling you. His brother never showed his sensitive side, but with you all his walls were down and Sam loved that you had that effect on Dean. He could only hope that after you got better that you two would finally just give in and tell each other how you truly felt.
As Sam went to leave the room he accidently knocked a book off your dresser and cringed at the loud thump it made. Dean jumped up immediately and scanned the room. When his eyes fell on Sam he gave him a ‘really dude?’ look. Sam quietly whispered sorry and awkwardly backed out of the room.
Dean met Sam downstairs to have a conversation he knew was coming.
“Hey man, sorry about that. I was trying look for y’all to see where you headed off to. I was just trying to back out when I hit that damn book,” Sam explained.
“It’s fine. I didn’t mean to fall asleep,” Dean replied.
“What happened man? She open up to you?”
“Well in a way yeah. She still hasn’t talked. But she dragged me up there and held onto me like I was a life raft and started to bawl her eyes out. I’ve never seen her cry like that man. So, I just held her and squeezed her tight to let her know I wasn’t going anywhere.”
Sam looked at his brother with sincerity in his eyes and said, “That’s a good sign man. It means she’s trying. She’s trying to let you in. So, when are you going to tell her Dean?”
“Sam, really? Now with this? It’s not exactly the right time.”
“One, there’s never going to be a right time. Two, with the way you two were laying together I think that maybe that could help her get out of her shell.”
“Sam, what you saw was me comforting her. She brought me over to the bed. She didn’t want to be alone. My intention was to wait for her to fall asleep and leave, but I guess with my lack of sleep lately that I fell asleep just as quickly as she did.”
Sam gave Dean a knowing look and just said, “Whatever you say Dean. Whatever you say.”
Just then Bobby came in. “Hey boys I need some help. A friend of mine just called and said he needs some help with a ghost problem. Should be a simple salt and burn but I can’t do it myself. I need one of y‘alls help.”
Both boys looked at each other with confliction. Both wanted to stay and help you but both knew Bobby needed the help.
Sam was the first to speak, “Dean, why don’t you go and I’ll stay here with (Y/N).” Before Dean could say anything, Sam continued, “You know, so you can have some time to think about what we were just discussing. Get some fresh air on the situation.”
“Fine. Bobby lets go,” Dean reluctantly said.
The guys left for the hunt that was only an hour away and left Sam alone with you.
About a half hour later Sam heard a scream come from your room and ran up the stairs. He threw open your door to see you thrashing in your bed. He dashed over and tried to gently wake you. After the third shake you jolted awake and hit Sam in the process. After you saw where you were and who you were with you hugged Sam and just let him sort of hold you.
“(Y/N), are you ok?” he asked with concern laced in his voice. You nodded yes. He pulled you away so he could look at your face. “Nightmare?” he asked. Again, you shook your head yes. So, held you for a bit longer.
“Why don’t you go take a shower wash yourself off and refresh yourself while I go make us something to eat?” Sam offered.
You shook your head yes. As Sam went to walk out you grabbed his arm with a questioning look on your face. Sam instantly knew what you were thinking. “You want to know where Dean is?” You shook your head yes. He smirked and said Dean was on a quick hunt with Bobby an hour away and they shouldn’t be long. You nodded and headed towards the shower.
After one of the best showers you had ever taken in your life, it was nice to be home, you smelt something glorious. So, after you got dressed you ran to see what Sam had whipped up. When you reached the kitchen, you saw Sam platting some mac ‘n’ cheese. You didn’t know how, but that man made mac ‘n’ cheese smell and taste like it was a fancy $40 pasta dish from some fine dining restaurant.
After y’all finished up Sam brought the dishes to the sink and you sauntered your way over to the couch and curled yourself into a ball. A wave of sadness, emotional pain, grief, regret, and hatred towards yourself flooded your system and started to make the tears flow from your eyes again. You tried to choke back the sobs, to be strong, but it wasn’t working. You had already cried enough. You were stronger than this. You didn’t want the boys to think you lost your edge and if Sam noticed you now that’s exactly what you thought he would think.
Sam, however, did notice you. But, that was definitely not what he was thinking. As he stalked over to you and enveloped you in his arms, he couldn’t help but think how resilient you were. How you had just gone through hell, well maybe not literal hell, but you get it, and made it out alive. He thought you were strong before this incident, but now he thought you were even stronger. Not many people could survive and live through what you did. His eyes started to glisten with the beginning of tears just thinking about the awful things those horrid men put you through. If they hadn’t already killed them he would do it again 100 times over.
Without realizing it, you fell asleep in the warmth of Sam’s arms. This man loved you as his family and always protected you as such, so you couldn’t help but feel safe in his arms.
After a bit Sam noticed you in your slumber state and just reached for the remote to turn the TV on so he didn’t have to move you. It didn’t take long for Sam to follow in your footsteps and fall asleep as well.
Sam woke with a jolt about an hour later. You had been having another nightmare and with the tight grip you had on his bicep and the thin layer of sweat that now coated your body he could tell it was a bad one. But, instead of waking you he just held you tighter, kissed the top of your head, caressed your arm, and whispered everything was going to be alright into your ear. After a few minutes, you calmed down and went back to a peaceful sleep.
Sam shifted slightly so he could move out from under you. He carefully laid your head on the couch and made sure you were covered as he stepped out of the room. He took out his phone and dialed Dean’s number to check on how the hunt was going.
“Hello,” Dean answered.
“Hey man, how’s the hunt going?” Sam asked.
“We are actually done. We are on our way back now.”
“Wow. Really? That was quick.”
“Yeah for once it was a quick salt ‘n’ burn. No muss, no fuss.”
“That’s cool. We don’t see too many of those.”
“Yeah, how’s (Y/N) doing.”
“The same. She showered, ate, and is now sleeping on the couch. Still no talking.”
“As long as she is alright. That’s all that matters. Look, we got about 45 minutes left on our drive we’ll talk more when Bobby and I get back.”
You woke up a half hour later alone in the room. You got up in search for Sam. You walked out the back door leading to the salvage yard and saw him leaning against one of the old junkers that Bobby had laying around. You walked up to him, stood on your tippy toes, and gave him the biggest hug you could muster.
“Hey, what’s this for?” he asked as he wrapped his arms around you.
At that moment, or maybe it was the moment after waking up, you finally felt the strength you needed to talk. “It’s for always being here for me, especially now, and being the best big brother a girl could ask for,” you said with a raspy voice as you squeezed a little tighter.
He slightly pulled you away and looked at you with widened eyes. “You just spoke,” was all he could muster through the shock of hearing your voice for the first time in two and a half weeks.
“Yeah. I guess I finally feel strong enough.”
“I guess.” He said with a chuckle. “And you never have to worry about me not being there for you. I always will and you are the best little sister a guy could ask for. Why don’t we go back inside?”
“No, it’s nice out here. Let’s just sit for a while. Can you help me up on the trunk?”
“Yeah, sure,” he said as he grabbed your arm to help boost you up to sit on the trunk of the car.
“I’m sorry I was too weak to handle this and stopped talking. I guess it’s just my defense mechanism.”
“Is that what you think? That your weak? (Y/N), you are one of the strongest women that both Dean and I know. Believe me when I tell you weak was the last thing on our minds. You survived a horrible traumatic event that most people wouldn’t be able to get through.”
“I know but I couldn’t even fight my way free. Then handling it just didn’t seem like an option so by pushing that down the tears and silence came out. That’s weak.”
“No, (Y/N) it’s not. Everybody handles trauma differently. This was the way you handled it and that is just fine. If you were weak do you think you would have even made it to the hospital? Or even made it out of that house alive for that matter? And besides you were able to get lose and kill one of those bastards. I don’t know of anyone who would have been strong enough to do that.”
“I guess you’re right. It’s just, it doesn’t feel like me. I’m usually tougher than this. I can usually shake this stuff off. I’ve been injured, beat, shot, stabbed, possessed, even tortured and it never got to me like this before.”
“Well, pardon me for being blunt, but (Y/N) you were raped. That’s not something you can easily just shake off. Injuries and wounds heal and you can exorcise whatever possesses you, but something like this takes an emotional toll that takes longer to heal.”
“You’re right. You’re always right, Sammy. I don’t know what I would do without you. You, Dean, and Bobby are honestly all I have in this life and you guys are my rocks and I just feel so fortunate to have all of you.”
“I can honestly tell you that we are all the fortunate ones for having you in our lives.”
That’s when you and Sam heard yelling. It was Dean calling your names.
“DEAN!!!! WE’RE OUT BACK IN THE SALVAGE YARD!!” Sam yelled.
Dean and Bobby came running out. They were both stunned to see you dressed and out of your bed.
“(Y/N) and I were just talking an- “
“Wait, back up. You were talking? As in both of you?” Dean said so rudely interrupting Sam.
“Yeah both of us,” you said. At that moment Dean and Bobby had the same reaction Sam did when you first spoke. Their eyes widened and mouths gaped open.
“You just…. you… come here,” Dean said as he grabbed you in a bone crushing hug.
“Ahem,” Bobby said. “What about the man who practically raised ya? Don’t I get a hug?” At that, you let go of Dean and ran into Bobby’s arms squeezing him as hard as you could.
“So, when did this happen? The whole talking thing,” Dean asked.
“Well, like 20 minutes ago, I believe,” you answered.
“That’s great sweetheart,” Dean said approaching you with this look in his eye that you weren’t quite sure you could place. It looked like love and adoration, but it had to be the platonic kind, right? There is no way that Dean Winchester could have feelings for you. Or is there?
Sam and Bobby noticed the little moment you Dean were sharing and decided to excuse themselves and go back inside.
Dean grabbed your waist and pulled you against him so there was barely any space between the two of you. He gently grabbed your chin with his thumb to make you look up at him and started to caress your jawline. You felt your heart rate speed up and breathing become rapid.
“You know there is something that I have been wanting to tell you for a long time. I just haven’t known how. I was waiting for the right time, but as my annoying brother put it, there isn’t going to be right time. And then this whole situation happened and I didn’t want to add any extra stress- “
“Dean, you’re rambling. Get on with it.”
Dean smirked recognizing the old (Y/N) starting to come back. “Ok. Ok. Well here goes. Once it’s out its out. There’s no going back-“
“DEAN!”
“OK, serious now. Look (Y/N), I’m…..I’m in love with you. Like head over heels in love with you. Have been for over a year now. I don’t want this confession to make you think you have to reciprocate or anything. It’s just with everything that has happened, almost losing you, I had to tell you.”
“Dean I….I,” you stuttered so shocked at his confession that you couldn’t get the words out to tell him you loved him too.
“It’s fine, don’t feel obligated-“
“Dean, I love you too.”
Dean smiled pulling you right up against him and sealing your lips with a gentle kiss. It wasn’t fast or desperate, it was full of love and feeling. You brought your arms up around his neck deepening the kiss. This is so much better than you imagined. Dean eventually had to pull away so that you two could breath, but he pressed his forehead against yours and just smiled, his green eyes twinkling, holding you tight.
“It’s about damn time,” Sam and Bobby said in unison causing you and Dean to quickly turn your heads.
“Shut up,” you both yelled as he grabbed your hand and you both went inside.
You knew you still had struggles to come. Sam was right when he said this wasn’t something that would just go away it would take time. But, you knew with these three men by your side you could get through anything and that, in itself, was already starting to help you heal.
@jensen-jarpad I tagged you in part three because it has links to all three parts easily accessible
