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“You missed me?” Youngjae asks in a quiet voice.
Everything is quiet around them but so loud at the same time. Youngjae is suddenly aware of the water and the crickets chirping loudly in the background. Of all the sounds that the night brought with it. Something about it makes him sway as if there is a boat still under his feet trying to make him lose his balance. He’s not drunk but he feels a little delirious right now. A little dizzy.
“Yeah. I did. I missed you a lot.”
Youngjae feels something, right then, that he hadn’t been expecting.
He feels sadness.
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Jaebum takes on community service hours in order to avoid potential jail time after a reckless, drunken night with friends. What he doesn’t expect to take on, though, is the catalyst that comes in the shape of a bright-eyed university student, who somehow begins to shift the direction of his life entirely.
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“This is going to be on a record for me, isn’t it?” Youngjae asks, brow furrowing a bit as the realization hits him. “I-I’ve never even—I’ve never even gotten a ticket before. I drive the speed limit and I-I don’t jay walk or litter and I actually fucking recycle—“
In which Youngjae somehow ends up in jail for the night.
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And suddenly, Jaebum comes to an odd realization that Youngjae's signature drink is starting to resemble its creator. It’s bright and bold with its vivid electric blue color, as if you're drinking pure energy itself, and its sweet taste gives you a pleasant buzz that makes you want to have another and then another and then another. Until, suddenly, you go from buzzed to drunk.
It sneaks up on you, coming out of no where with that hidden something that you can't see with your own eyes; but you can certainly feel once it finally hits.
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Congratulations! It’s a match!
“Wha-?”“No way!” Bambam is back in a second with the biggest grin on his face. “You already have a match?!”
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“Yes?” he prompts. “Is aught amiss?”
“I didn’t expect to be spending the night outside the Manor,” she starts, tapping her chin. “So I didn’t bring any bedclothes.”
A beat of silence. "Ah," he says, carefully neutral.
Twelve, he thinks, panic dropping like a rock in his belly. Please don’t do this to me.
The Warrior of Light makes do on her promise to take G'raha to Ishgard, but when a sudden blizzard forces them to seek shelter in a nearby inn, they find themselves having to reckon with more than just the cold.
(Or, it's a bed-sharing fic.)
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25 May 2022