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finally decided to publish my fic for love fools zine after debating with myself for a while. this was a very important project to me, and i'm so glad that i had the chance to be part of it.
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fic link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/74355071
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Memories
Min Yoongi x Reader
Seven months have passed in a haze for Yoongi now that he no longer has you there and his friends are tired of seeing him waste away.
Photo by @dlazaru (will remove if asked)
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He didn't know how long it had been, yet he knew exactly. The better part of a year passing in a haze, but he could tell anyone who asked that it had been seven months, three days, and eleven hours since you had left him.
He'd never believed it could end like this. After all, you had always told each other forever.
It was one particular memory that his mind kept circling back to.
"Min Yoongi," you had yelled, standing at the edge of the cliff, hands cupped around your mouth, listening to the echo bounce through the canyon. "I love you and I am never going to stop!"
He'd thought you'd looked amazing, even after the three mile hike to the top. Your skin basked in the sunlight, the natural tan looking all the more like his own personal Heaven as he watched you. It had only taken one look, that brief moment of believing that he wouldn't join you in shouting out your love for him to step up to your side and yell out his own vow.
You loved with your whole heart, no reservations or exceptions, and you did so without shame. Yoongi missed that most about you. Once the words were out, you could never hide them from anyone. All your friends knew that you wore your heart on your sleeve, but only Yoongi knew that you would never be the first to say them.
The fear came from past relationships. You said three words and they would leave. Every time. Still, you would never apologize for your love. No, you would simply pick up the broken pieces of your heart and move on to the next one.
Yoongi hadn't meant to say it that night, but he couldn't bring himself to regret it. Two weeks was a considerably short time to have been together for an admittance of love, but the words were true.
Park Jimin had been your friend first, bringing you along to a halloween party at the beach where the two of you met. Unlike himself, Yoongi had wasted no time in coming over to talk to you. He blamed it on the alcohol in his system, but inside he knew that you had been so radiant and warm against the chilly air of the sea.
Yoongi had never been good at flirting, but after a whispered encouragement from Jimin, he had leaned in for a kiss. Surprising him and thus causing him to fall further was how you refused, politely turning your head so he only landed a peck on your cheek. "I don't kiss people for the first time unless they're sober."
"Tomorrow night then. Are you free? For a date, n-not just a kiss." You agreed with a blinding smile on your face.
Over those two weeks, Yoongi became entirely infatuated with you, asking Jimin to help him with outfits for dates and date ideas until he could get to know you well enough. In those first fifteen days, the two of you managed twenty dates. After the first dinner date, he met you for coffee the next morning before your eight a.m. class - nearly giving Kim Seokjin a heart attack when Yoongi walked into the cafe he worked at so early in the morning. It was dates for whatever meal the two of you decided or dates to just hang out. Even when you met the next weekend for another of Jimin's parties, he'd labeled it as a date and you agreed. In all that time, he never once leaned in for a kiss.
On the sixteenth day, you laid on his bed, listening to one of his tracks he'd been working on while he rushed to get ready. "I love that you never get upset when I get distracted and run late."
"Is that all?" He didn't miss the disappointment in your tone.
"I just love you." The words were out before he could stop them, and he froze.
You had simply climbed to your feet and crossed the room to press your lips to his, one hand caressing his cheek. "I love you too."
Yoongi knew he loved you from that first night. He knew you were different when you didn't kiss him and it only felt reinforced now that he knew you felt the same. He said the words again and again, emphasizing them small kisses to your nose, forehead, cheeks, and lips until you dissolved into a git of giggles.
With a groan, he dropped his head against the wall. Yoongi knew it wasn't healthy for him to still be thinking of you this much, but he couldn't help himself. It was nearing a year since the two of you had met and he felt like he was spending the days leading up to it just living in his memories.
At the protest of his muscles - stiff from not being used - he peeled himself out from under his covers and mad his way to the bathroom to shower. Jimin would be there soon with Kim Namjoon and they had said that he had to come out with them no matter what.
The steam rising from his skin told him that the water should burn, but he didn't feel it, instead letting his mind wonder.
You laughed, twirling with your arms wide as the rain pelted into your skin. Yoongi watched you from under his umbrella, refusing to join you in the onslaught of water, but you didn't mind, smiling at him and looking for all the world brighter than the sun. "It's not cold. I promise." He didn't believe you, for it was November. In no way did he attempt to stop you when you threw your arms around his neck with such vigor that he dropped the umbrella anyway to hug you back.
"It's freezing." He accused, face buried in your hair to breathe in the scent of you.
You laughed again, brushing his wet locks from his forehead. "Not once you get used to it."
"Yoongi, are you drowning in there?" Namjoon pounded on the bathroom door, jarring him out of the memory.
He only grunted in response, turning off the now ice cold water. After dressing, he joined his friends in the living room, hating the normality of it.
"You'll thank us for this," Jimin started, placing a hand on his shoulder. "It isn't good for you to stay cooped up in here all the time. When's the last time you cleaned your apartment anyway? It stinks in here."
"I'll call Jin and maybe he'll come clean up for you while we're out," Namjoon added, holding open the door for Jimin to usher Yoongi out.
Yoongi didn't know what the two had planned when they all but shoved him into the back of Namjoon's car, but he figured it would be okay as long as he went through the motions. He opted for staring out the window while they drove, thankful that his friends chose to leave him out of the conversation.
It brought back yet another nostalgic memory.
Yoongi's hand clutched yours tightly on the center console while you sang along to the radio, watching the scenery pass by. It was the fifth month together - your final month together. He was taking you on a vacation trip to a lake he had frequented during high school. It was spring break and neither of you knew it would be your final trip together.
He didn't want to remember and, luckily for him, the car was stopping.
"Why are we here?" This was the last place Yoongi wanted to be and he could already feel his chest constricting.
"Get out of the car, Yoongi. Don't make us drag you. Everyone is waiting," Jimin had a look of no-nonsense snd not even he could argue with it.
Reluctantly, Yoongi climbed out of the car, letting Jimin lead him over the the group. Not everyone, he thought, eyes raking over their huddled forms. Jung Hoseok, Kim Taehyung, Jeon Jungkook, and Jin stood huddled in front of the headstone, turning to face the three as they joined them.
"You actually got him to come," Taehyung voiced before Jungkook's elbow caught his rib.
"Why are we here?"
Hoseok put his hands on Yoongi's shoulders. "Do you know what day it is?"
"October twenty-fourth."
"And what is important about today?"
He didn't want to think about it. Refused to. Knowing that today you would have turned twenty-four caused tears to well in his eyes. What caused them to actually spill down his cheeks was the knowledge that he was the reason you were no longer here to celebrate.
It happened faster than he could react. Watching you singing with the music without a care in the world had tempted him, distracted him. He never wanted to take his eyes off you until he saw yours widen at the road ahead. He barely managed to swerve out of the other lane in time, over correcting and sending the car off the cliff where it bounced and rolled until it hit a tree, crushing in the passenger side.
He could still hear your screams long after you had stopped. Yoongi wanted you to wake up, calling your name, shaking you. He fought against the rescue workers when they pulled him from the wreckage until they final had to sedate him for his own safety and theirs. You survived longer than they expected, waking during the helicopter ride to the hospital, but it was downhill from there.
Yoongi survived with hardly any injuries and getting to sit by your side and apologize repeatedly until your heart stopped beating.
He knelt now beside your grave, the numbness that had encased him for the past seven months wearing off and and the pain setting in. His friends didn't say a word as he cried it out, Jimin rubbing circles into his back to soothe him.
Yoongi survived with hardly any injuries and getting to sit by your side and apologize repeatedly until your heart stopped beating.
Yoongi had been nothing but angry when you had passed. After the first couple of weeks, everyone except him returned to their every day lives. It didn't feel right to him, the way they acted like you had never existed.
"You have to let her go. She loved you and you know she wouldn't blame you. She would want you to let her go," Jimin coaxed quietly. "You've been suffering for too long, Yoongi. It's time to move on."
"It was my fault. She's gone because of me."
"You made a mistake, but you of all people should know that she wouldn't hold that against you. She always believed that everything happened for a reason. You need to trust that this did too."
His tears had stopped and Jimin reached out to brush away their trails when Yoongi nodded.
"I loved her like I've never loved anyone before. Everywhere I look, she's all I see."
"Yoongi, we know you loved her. Anyone could see that, but she would hate to see you like this. You lived, but you aren't living."
"It doesn't feel fair, Jimin!"
"Sometimes, life isn't fair. Let her go."
Yoongi nodded.
Masterlist
satellite
⟡ makio meets nao
⟡ skip to loafer + ikoku nikki
⟡ nao & makio
⟡ rated G
⟡ https://archiveofourown.org/works/56305147
kaichu
⟡ yuzuki wants to try a new club. makoto can't say no
⟡ skip to loafer
⟡ kurume makoto & murashige yuzuki
⟡ rated G
⟡ https://archiveofourown.org/works/55882099
out of touch - chapter 1
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
There were a million questions to be asked, but none easy enough to sacrifice. One wrong turn and it was done, Makoto would lose one of her opportunities to have Yuzuki near her for a minute more, one more a fraction of life. It felt dangerous, fragile as breath. “When are you leaving?” “In a month”, she answered.
Destiny, karma, a trick that was being played by the universe, doesn’t matter. What it matters was the fact that Yuzuki came back from Canada after three years and Makoto couldn't run away anymore.
🌸 skip to loafer
🌸 murashige yuzuki/kurume makoto
🌸 chapter 1: 7K
beautiful boy
for sousuke shima. happy birthday 💛
It wasn’t her intention to watch him silently, without his knowledge. She was just passing by when she caught a glimpse of him in his bedroom, shifting his weight from one foot to the other in front of his full body mirror. Taking advantage of the door slightly ajar, she stayed there, waiting to find out what his next steps would be.
Sousuke wore a white button-up shirt with light washed jeans but, by his body language, she could notice that he wasn’t satisfied with it. He tucked the shirt in, took it out, added a belt, took it out, changed the jeans to a darker one, decided that it wasn’t the right choice, and put on the other one back. Messed up his hair a little, got frustrated and started to comb it back in place, having zero success.
She smiled, because it was impossible not to. Her boy was fresh out of his seventeenth birthday, yet he still acted as the kid she knew so well. The same mannerisms, the same insecurities, the same doubts. The same hair that wouldn't stay in place, the same cheeks that flushed when he moved too much, the same habit of scratching the back of his neck when he found himself lost. In front of her stood the boy she thought she had lost forever, but her heart couldn’t help but think there was a new chance for them to get closer again.
“Going somewhere?” She knocks lightly, careful not to scare him, with zero success. Sousuke had a terrified expression, blush covering his ears. “Sorry, I was just passing by when I saw you.”
He cleaned his throat. “My friends from school invited me to have lunch with them.” She nodded, he felt awkward. “You know, since it’s my birthday and all of that, so…”
“That’s nice,” she smiled widely. “You made some nice friends, didn’t you?” Sousuke didn’t say anything, only avoided her eyes. “That girl I met, Mitsumi-chan wasn’t it? She’s adorable.” That made his blush turn from light pink to burgundy, which made things even more interesting.
“Mitsumi-chan is very nice,” he turned away from her, facing the mirror again. “They are all nice, too. I’m glad I met them.”
There were so many things she wanted to say to him. How sorry she was for everything that happened. How she would do anything to be a better mom for him. How she wished she could turn back in time. How proud she was to see him so happy and carefree, glad to see him having so much fun with his new friends.
“Sousuke-kun…” She started, but was interrupted by a loud noise coming from downstairs. Keiri, probably. Better check that out. “Remember that light green sweater your grandma gave you last christmas?” He nodded. “I think you should wear it today.”
He stayed in place, and she saw that as her cue to leave. Today was his day, his opportunity to be a happy and healthy teenage boy, so maybe it was better for her to talk to him another time. There would be plenty of opportunities, she was sure of it.
After a while, she heard him coming down the stairs and decided to take a final look, to remind him to have fun. By the time she reached the door, Sousuke was already sitting on the genkan, tying his shoes.
“Have a nice day, Sousuke-kun,” she said.
“Thanks mom,” he got up and waved to her at the door, with his boyish grin and light green sweater on.
this minific was inspired by this beautiful art made by my beautiful friend, kirma 💛 all love for my boy
out of touch - chapter 2 + epilogue
"This isn’t fair. this isn’t what i wanted,” Yuzuki pressed the base of her palms to her eyes. “I just don’t know what to do with all of these feelings anymore. I just hate you so much right now, and I hate myself for it,” she whispered.
🌸 skip to loafer
🌸 murashige yuzuki/kurume makoto
🌸 chapter 2: 8K
skip to loafer anime countdown - 6 part fic
hello everyone ✨
if you're part of the STL fandom on twitter, you must know we made a little event to celebrate the first episode of the anime (that airs today!!!!!). I was one of the people who had the pleasure to participate in such even, writing one fic to each prompt. and so, here they are (if you are interested in reading one of the chapters, just click on the countdown number that it will take directly to it):
countdown: 5 days left
mukai and his stubborn preconceptions
countdown: 4 days left
fumi and the pain of saying goodbye
countdown: 3 days left
this is not the future nao thought it would be possible: it's better
countdown: 2 days left
yuzuki could make a habit out of observing the one she loved
countdown: 1 day left
iwakura tomoka had to prematurely learn how to say goodbye
countdown: no more waiting
sousuke finally met his new challenger as soon as he step on the beach.
if you ever decide to read even just one chapter: thank you, that means the world to me. thank you for supporting me and my creations!!! and now, let's celebrate together the arrival of such beautiful anime 🌸👞
