Your Girlfriend

bringing it back to old school.

summary; a series/collections of fiction of various drivers based on old school reggaeton hits.

f1 main masterlist !

yo voy | lewis hamilton

lewis was used to having women throw themselves at him and try to seduce him for a night in bed. however, only one is able to have him completely wrapped around his finger.

ven bailalo | george russell

despite not being the best dancer, george will always join y/n on the dance floor, bad moves or not.

mayor que yo | max verstappen

max doesn’t care that checo’s sister is older than him. he just wants her no matter the age difference.

que tengo que hacer | charles leclerc

charles is desperate to have y/n back in his life and he just wants to know what he has to do to bring her back.

quiero saber | carlos sainz

y/n is tired of hiding her relationship with carlos and tired of all the prying eyes of other women in clubs who are desperate to dance with him. her only solution? take him out to the dance floor.

pobre diabla | lando norris

y/n is spotted out in the streets of monaco drunk and a crying mess. unbeknownst to everyone, she was crying over her relationship with lando.

dile | oscar piastri

oscar wants to make sure that y/n’s boyfriend knows how and when he met her. but he wants her to tell him.

llamado de emergencia | logan sargeant

the pressure of formula one is catching up to logan. after his dnf in miami, there was only one person he could call for help

pasarela | alex albon ft. lily

the fashionable influencer at the miami grand prix catches the attention of f1’s favorite couple

perdóname | daniel ricciardo

daniel made one of the biggest mistakes of his life and all he wants is for y/n to forgive him

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

note; reader is implied to be latina in a lot of these btw!!! how could i not w a reggaeton series??🙈 ofc i had to add lily to alex’s fic, i missed my fave throuple 😞 but i’m really excited for this <33 first ones should be out hopefully this week!!

misconception of love - chwe vernon

vernon x gn!reader

word count: ~2.1k

warning(s): fluff, academic rivals?, e2l (kind of), vernon is called an idiot but not in a malicious way, it’s just light hearted banter and competition(?), let me know if i forgot anything!

hi @rasparagus! it’s your secret santa ❄️! i hope that this story meets your expectations 🥺 - i had fun writing it and getting to know you a little bit! ^-^ if you ever want to talk more my dm’s are always open (or were in the svthub so we can talk on discord!). <3

“you’re in my seat.” your eye twitches a little as you look up at vernon, who’s standing off to your left. 

“it’s college, chwe, there’s no assigned seating.” you grumble before going back to writing in your planner. 

“yeah but that seat has the best view of the board and it’s far enough from the speakers that it doesn’t hurt my ears and the vent is close but far enough that it’s not unbearable.” he rambled.

“you’re unbearable,” you sigh before setting your pen down. “just sit somewhere else for today, it won’t kill you.”

“but what if it does? then you’ll have that weighing on your shoulders for the rest of your life.”

“i already have my student debt weighing me down, you’re gonna have to try harder than that to get me to move.” you crossed your arms in amusement as you watched him shift from foot to foot. 

“but-“ before he could argue anymore the professor turned her mic on, the static through the microphone signaling the start of the class. 

“good morning everyone,” she smiles at the class, everyone shuffles to find their seat leaving vernon the only one standing. “mr. chwe would you mind taking your seat please.” 

“yes, sorry ma’am.” he sits in the seat next to you, his knee knocking yours causing you to freeze.

“what are you doing?” you hiss at him quietly as the professor introduces the topic for today's lecture. 

“i’m trying to learn, what does it look like?” he hisses back as he flips his laptop open, his fingers tapping away at the keyboard as he starts a new section of notes.

“no i mean.. what’re you doing sitting here?” 

“the professor told me to sit, so i did. pay more attention and you would know that.” you frown and bite your tongue to keep from biting back as you scribble notes into your notebook. 

“how can you read that?” he peers over your shoulder, frowning at the cursive on your page. 

“are you saying my handwriting is ugly?” you look up at him and have to hold back a laugh as he stutters, his eyes going wide. 

“what? no no no, i just mean that i can’t read cursive.” his face heats up a little in embarrassment. “not that i’m stupid or anything i just never bothered to learn.” 

“i don’t think you’re stupid.” your eyes return to your page as you try and not to think too deeply about the fact that you inadvertently complimented his intelligence. 

“oh? if i didn’t know any better i’d think you’d just complimented me.” he smirks. 

“you’re right, you don’t know any better. now pay attention.” his smirk falls as he grumbles to himself, returning to typing at his keyboard. 

—

since that day, vernon has always made it a point to show up to class early to make sure he gets his seat. it was stupid, and funny really how he’d be sitting there all smug and you hated to admit that he looked cute even when he had two different shoes on and he forgot a beanie so his bed hair was very much on display. 

“you’re an idiot, you know that?” you shake your head trying to hide your smile as you plop down in the seat next to him. despite your constant bickering you’ve taken up to sitting together - you found you quite enjoyed having him close (and his presence wasn’t as annoying as you liked to make it out to be). 

“and you’re in love with me.” he doesn’t bat an eye as he continues to stare at his laptop screen intensely. 

“i’m sorry, what?” you stared at him flabbergasted, a million thoughts ran through your head but the main one was ‘how did he know?’.

“what? i thought we were stating the impossible?” he finally tilted his head to look at you with a grin. 

“idiot!” you yell as you smack his arm, an embarrassed blush on your face as you shuffle to grab your bag so you could move seats. he was rubbing his arm when a look of panic crossed his face. 

“hey wait, where are you going?” he grabs your wrist before you could fully stand up. 

“going to sit somewhere else.” you didn’t want to look at him. you knew it was stupid but over the past couple of weeks you figured out why you looked forward to every class despite having to wake up at the ass crack of dawn. 

“is it because of what i said?” he was staring at you with a worried frown on his face. he was trying to tilt his head so he could see yours but you were determined to stare at the clock in the corner of the room.

“no, why would it be about what you said?” 

“you’re a horrible liar, you know that.”

“and how would you know that?” you turn around to stare at him, incredulous. he was grinning at you, knowing he got you to finally look at him. “i hate you.” you huff when you realized what he had done. 

“no you don’t.”  he hums to himself as he turns back to sit normally. 

“and how do you know that?” you side eyed him as you pull out your planner to write out the dates and lesson plan on the board. 

“because you wouldn’t be sitting here right now.” 

“what if i’m just trying to gain your trust so i can finally take you out?” 

“like on a date? cause if so i’m free at 4.”

“you’re unbelievable.”

“and you’re cute, especially when you’re irritated at me.” he’s biting his lip as he suppresses a smile. 

“wha-“ the professor had impeccable timing as she turns her mic on, cutting your sentence off. 

you couldn’t stop thinking about what vernon said, his words kept replaying and distracting you from the lecture - leaving your notes half written. 

towards the end of the lecture a little torn piece of paper lands on your desk, startling you from your daydreams about going on an actual date with vernon. 

‘what’s your email?’ you frown and look at vernon who’s typing furiously at his laptop, making sure he got everything the professor said. 

‘why?’ you hand it back and try to pay attention to the professor but you can’t.

‘so i can hack your computer’ you roll your eyes but decide to give it to him anyways, what’s the worst that could happen? he actually does hack your computer? 

when class ends vernon packs his laptop away into his backpack and instead of leaving instantly like he always does he waits by the door for you. 

“so, what’s your next class?” he asks as he falls into step with you as you leave the building where all the literature classes reside. 

“why do you care?” you hold the trap of your tote bag tightly, trying not to pay attention to how close he was to you. 

“well i’m gonna figure it out eventually.” he shrugs as he continues to walk with you.

“what are you doing?” you stop in your tracks to turn and look at him. 

“walking you to your next class?” he looks at you like it was the most obvious thing in the world. 

“but why? you’ve never walked me to class before.” 

“isn’t that what boyfriends do? they walk their partners to class,” he reaches to grab your hand and tug you down the sidewalk. “now, what’s your next class and when does it start?” you just let him drag you as you stare at him dumbfounded. 

“boyfriend?” you whispered confused as you fell in to step with him again. 

“yeah,” he tilts his head at you, it’s a habit you noticed he had and you couldn’t help but think he looked like an adorable puppy. “isn’t that how that works?”

“how what works?” 

“you said you wanted to take me out, so i told you 4.” he looked at you like it was obvious. 

“no vernon,” you sighed, all the puzzle pieces started to click into place. “i meant i was gonna take you out like, i was gonna strangle you or something.” 

“oh,” his face exploded into an embarrassed blush as he looks ahead of him again. “i thought it was going to be like one of those romance movies where you finally asked me out and we started dating.”

“that’s.. not how the real world works vernon.” you sigh quietly. “you actually have to state that you want the other person to be your partner.” 

“oh.. we’ll then do you wanna be my partner?” he looked at you so hopeful. 

“who even said i liked you?” his expression fell and you actually felt bad. 

“i thought all the banter was you liking me? y’know, like in the movies.” he stops, his eyes looking at the ground dejectedly. 

“you need to stop watching so many romance movies, it’s not good for your perception of the real world.” you reach up to ruffle his already messy hair. “but i do like you idiot, i was just being hard.” 

“wait, really? you’re not messing with me right?” he looks at you with wide eyes. 

“i’m not messing with you,” it was your turn to blush as you tried so hard to keep eye contact so he knew you were being serious. “i like you vernon.” 

“great!” he smiles wide. “i like you too, obviously..” he laughs quietly. “now that we have that out of the way, let’s get you to class.”

“not that i don’t like the idea of you walking me to class don’t you have one to get too?” you squeeze his hand after realizing your fingers were still locked together. 

“not until one.” he looks at his watch. “i still have thirty minutes.” 

“wait it’s twelve thirty?” your eyes widen.

“yeah?”

“my class has started already!” you yell before booking it down the sidewalk dragging vernon with you who stumbles over his feet. 

the two of you are out of breath after running halfway across campus in about five minutes. you took a second to catch your breath, you didn’t want to draw any more attention to yourself then you already where going to when you walked in. 

“give me.. your phone.” vernon pants out as he reaches the hand that wasn’t on his knee out. 

“why?” you still hand it to him before he could answer. just as quickly as he started typing on the screen he was handing it back.

“my number, i already texted myself.” he smiles before standing up straight. “text me when you’re out of class.” 

“i get out of this class at three.”

“ew.” his face scrunches up in disgust. 

“i know,”  you giggle quietly. “i’ll see you after class?” 

“see you after class.” he smiles at you, and he can’t help but watch you run up the stairs of the math building - his eyes full of hearts and stars. 

—

while you sat through the lecture your phone buzzed quietly with a text message. you were already board and tired of this class so you picked up your phone, smiling when you saw that it was vernon.

‘how does cheeseburgers at 4 sound?’ 

‘i have to study for a test tomorrow.’

‘so i’ll bring the cheeseburgers to you and we can go out for celebratory milkshakes tomorrow at 4’

‘celebrate what?’

‘you acing the exam?’

‘how do you know i’ll ace it?’

‘i’m sorry… how long have i been fighting you for the number one spot in lit this semester? i know you’ll ace it.’

‘i’m gonna smack you’

‘what? why?’

‘because you’re too fucking cute.’

‘aw :) you’re cute too.’

you couldn’t help but smile at the texts, he was going to be the death of you and you were seriously thinking of smacking him for being so cute. just as you were getting back into the groove of the lecture you got another notification, this time from your email. 

‘i noticed you weren’t really writing during lecture today so i tried to get everything down, sorry if they don’t make sense or if there’s anything missing :) -vernon’ 

now you were thinking of kissing him for being so considerate (and cute). 

‘i hate you <3’ you emailed him back, and almost instantly you got a frowning face back which caused you to giggle. you could imagine the look on his face right now as he just stares flabbergasted at his laptop in the middle of the food court where you know he’s sitting right now waiting for his next class.

boyfriend things OT7

first edition - middle of the night

second edition - love at home

third edition - post break up

fourth edition - dancing

fifth edition - there’s nobody else

sixth edition - love in primary colors

seventh edition - one day at a time

eighth edition - kisses

ninth edition - dreams in reality

tenth edition - hugs

eleventh edition - when you lay in between my legs it doesn’t matter

twelfth edition - human and love sound similar don’t you think so?

thirteenth edition - heavier ground

fourteenth edition - you should have turned the page

fifteenth edition - what if your love radiates his name through your gaze

sixteenth edition - peace is closer than you realize

seventeenth edition - coming soon!

The sea without you

Summary: When rapper Agust D mysteriously disappears, he leaves behind his rap group, his fiancé and his unborn child. Even if they get him back, will it ever be the same? Can they make it right?

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Genres: social media au, idol au, amnesia au

Pairing: rapper!Yoongi x reader

Warnings: cursing, eventual smut and just like a whole lotta lotta angst through out

Completed

A/n: this is my first ever bts fic and my second smau, so I would really like your feedback!

[Dates are relevant and times are mostly accurate (but ignore the time at the top bc I can’t change it >.<)]

🌊 Part 1 - a gut feeling

🌊 Part 2 - wish you were here

🌊 Part 3 - one year

🌊 Part 4 - two years

🌊 Part 5 - hostile

>>Bonus: “Jin just tackled Yoongi!”

🌊 Part 6 - comfort

🌊 Part 7 - he knew her 📱🖋

🌊 Part 8 - teach it to me

🌊 Part 9 - yoongi 2.0

🌊 Part 10- a good energy

🌊 Part 11 - a precaution

🌊 Part 12 - can’t stay here

🌊 Part 13 - soulmate

🌊 Part 14 - ohana means family 📱🖋

🌊 Part 15 - selfish

🌊 Part 16 - no more crunchy hair

🌊 Part 17 - a little space

🌊 Part 18 - big hit’s RM

🌊 Part 19 - birthday plans

🌊 Part 20 - celebrating

🌊 Part 21 - not complicated

🌊 Part 22 - all yours 📱🖋🔞

🌊 Part 23 - wait wait don’t tell me

🌊 Part 24 - no more waiting

>> bonus: baby daddy 🖋🔞

🌊 Part 25 - mannapped

🌊 Part 26 - he belongs to me

🌊 Part 27 - the craziest idea

🌊 Part 28 - a lovely day📱🖋

🌊 Part 29 - scarface

🌊 Part 30 - a bigger life

🌊 Part 31 - you hoes could never

Thanks for reading!!

sooooo… am i the only one who prefers john ambrose over peter?

no trouble

“I refuse to believe I got on one knee and asked you to marry me”

pairing: yoongi x reader

genre: crack, slight angst, roommates au, enemies to lovers.

summary: living with min yoongi, the salt of the earth, was never part of the plan but what can you do when he threatens to tell everyone the embarrassing secret you both share, that you're both accidently legally married after a weekend in vegas.

warnings: mentions of suggestive behavior, use of cuss words

masterlist

1. quivered in fear

2. remember vegas

3. m*n yoong*

4. sus behavior

5. acting like besties

6. seokjin's fat ass

7. unwanted opinion

8. birthday suit

9. unrealistic behavior

10. poisoned cookies

11. starting SHIT

12. legally married

13. divorce me

14. you'll be in contact with my lawyers

15. jimin's suspicions

16. get over it

17. roomies only

18. wine drunk

19. babysit my fish

20. jealous?? ME??

21. wife material

22. finally divorced

23. sad behavior

24. no trouble

end.

enjoy!

a.n. after a long hiatus your bff is back for this au 😽!!

ALWAYS, I’LL CARE | myg

pairing: idol!min yoongi x producer!reader

genre: social media au [smau], idol!au, childhood friends to lovers, fluff, humor, idiots in love

warnings: reader uses she/her pronouns, explicit language, very slight angst

summary: y/n l/n used to help produce music for min yoongi years and years ago. together, they were recruited by bighit entertainment under the impression of being producers for the company. however, yoongi goes on to debut with six other members in idol group bts. but y/n does end up continuing to produce in the limelight for other artists.

status: ongoing !!

author’s note: hi, this is my first bts fic and first smau, so i hope you enjoy! don’t be afraid to give me feedback in the asks. lastly, this story does not follow actual timeline or events, & please ignore the time stamps on the pictures. thank you for reading !

main masterlist

ALWAYS, I’LL CARE

prologue

profiles — then

00 — the gloss and mae show

00 — someone named kim namjoon

chapters

profiles — now pt 1

profiles — now pt 2

01 — dude that’s fucked up

02 — (she) be(lie)ve(d)

03 — nice tunes

04 — stick with music bestie

05 — it’s just a cute alliteration

06 — shut up i’m raging rn

be my baby | myg sm au

banner by: @ppersonna​

🖇 synopsis:

— when the love of his life suddenly vanishes, he drives himself mad looking for her. seemingly erased from the world, he’s forced to pick up the pieces of his life and move on… fast forward three years and someone who looks a lot like the woman he lost is being spotted, holding a kid with an oddly familiar gummy smile…

pairing: rapper!yoongi x mom!reader

fic type: social media au

side ships: taekook, 2seok(?), namjoon x oc.

genre: idol au | heavy angst, with a pinch of fluff. there’s some smut too!!

disclaimer: mentions of alcohol abuse/addiction. pls don’t read if you’re sensitive to the topic or if it could be triggering!

status: completed.

updates: everyday.

A/N: timestamps make sense throughout the fic. if u want to be added to the tag list, send me an ask! + if you’ve asked to be on my permanent taglist, you do not need to ask to be added to this one !!

parts:

prologue

character profiles: yoongi nd company

character profiles: yn nd her babies

part one: no dramatics

part two: new follow

part three: answer me

part four: no bullshit

part five: looks different

part six: preparing him

part seven: fucking mess

part eight: head over heels

part nine: who are you?

part ten: blind date

part eleven: cheese fries

part twelve: need rescuing

part thirteen: best friend

part fourteen: the zoo

part fifteen: no excuse

part sixteen: teach me

time jump: not soulmates

part seventeen: absolutely stunning

part eighteen: still in love

part nineteen: you’ve changed

part twenty: forever thing

part twenty-one: what now

part twenty-two: regret it

part twenty-three: interesting night

part twenty-four: okay, daddy

part twenty-five: delicious man

part twenty-six: be all, end all

part twenty-seven: both of us

part twenty-eight: more than ready

epilogue (1)(2)

end

drabbles

baby, you can drive my car |(mechanic!yoongi)

→ pairing: min yoongi x reader 

→ genre: mechanic!au, spoiltbrat!y/n (++ inexperienced y/n as hiGHLy requested hehe), 6 greasy bois, a taste of richboy!jin, a vintage mercedes benz named beeper, usual dose of crackheadiness, touch of angst, sprinkle of fluff, and bts (big time smut) ((i love recycling this joke don’t come for me)) (((thigh-riding)))

→ trigger warning: there is a brief mention of blood so tread lightly if you feel queaSy about that! 

→ wordcount: 24.6k magic in the air 

→ summary: welcome to min mechanics - what can i do for you today, doll?

→ note: ooh BOY this took me a while! i’m sorry it took me so long to publish this but i hope this bad boy (i’m talking about the fic itself anD mechanic!yoongi) makes up for it! mechanic!yoongi has been in the works for a while… thank you to every single one of you who contributed each of your own lil ideas and helped to create the chArming tattoo-sleeve man we all fuLLY fell in love with. seriously y’all i could not have done this without you!! i ain’t gon lie i was going to post this on the day of the comeback but i think i needed a day to just.,.,, SCREAM and listen to the album.,.,,.  (and also i was still editing it yikes) ((and also what do u guys think of the new albUM hELLO)) so here it is twO days after the comeback!!!!!!! i hope i gave you sufficient time to recover from the new album but if not oH well what can ya do!!! also i’m really friCkin nervous for some reason but nonetheless enjoy the ride! ( 灬♥ 3 ♥灬)

pst if u wanna talk to y/n or yoongi u know what to do ;-)

(gif isn’t mine!)

(((and the read more function iS there but most of the time it doesn’t work on mobile :// i am sorry don’t attack me by sending passive-aggressive anon messages)))

you know what

you could totally get used to this being an adult thing

you finally get to live in your own place

you finally get to eat whatever the heck you wanna eat

and most importantly

you finally get a car

yes, you’ll admit, you’re a little behind with the whole car thing

most of your friends already got their licenses befoRe becoming adults but so what if you were a little slow!!! you were just living life as a teenager!!!! there was no rush

let’s not beat around the bush here

you are: a spoilt brat

like unbelievably so

when you were younger all you’d have to do is point at something and your parents would immediately be like ….aight

Keep reading

[ 12:23PM ] “You did what?” Yoongi asked again from the other line.

You did a cautious glance around you, careful not to make your voice too loud before you answer his inquiry since you were afraid that potential nosy co-workers will be able to eavesdrop. “I put a picture of the two of us.”

“Where?”

“Beside my monitor.”

“With only you and me?”

“Yeah.”

He didn’t speak for about three seconds, causing you to think of all the possible worst scenarios that could bloom from your confession in that short amount of time. “What picture?”

You cleared your throat. “In the steak house this year.”

Ah, the ever so famous steak house picture. When you uploaded that on your IG account, specifically as a story, you got a bunch of replies from mutuals, all asking if you and Yoongi were finally dating after being close friends for God knows how long. You couldn’t blame them for thinking in such a way, considering that your smiles in the photo were too big to not be suspicious of—not to mention your heads too that were pressed together as you sat side by side, actually waiting for your other high school friends to arrive in the restaurant you planned to meet in. Some may even argue that your arms were linked beneath the view of the camera or perhaps your hands were intertwined.

“____—”

“It’s just a beard,” you assured him immediately before he could protest.

“Huh?”

“A beard,” you inhaled, “you know… like a cover up. They just keep on setting me up with this one guy in the other department, Yoon. I couldn’t help it!” you practically hissed the last part, finally standing up and walking away from your desk to have some privacy.

“So, basically, what you’re saying is—you’re using me as a cover-up boyfriend?”

You pursed your lips. “Yeah, basically.”

He snorted at the ridiculousness of your actions. “Why me? You could have chosen Taehyung. The both of you would look more convincing.”

“Taehyung’s seeing someone. I wouldn’t want to cause complications in case this backfires.”

“And you didn’t think that would happen with me too?”

“Well, it’s not like you’re seeing anyone as well,” you reasoned. “I mean, you aren’t, are you?”

“Nope.”

“See? How could you anyways? You’re a freaking surgeon. You have no social life.”

“Uh, rude. Of course, I still have a social life.”

“Just because you see inpatients almost everyday via appointments doesn’t mean you have a social life.”

Yoongi laughed, a low kind of one that inevitably makes a grin appear on your lips. “Keep that attitude up and I’ll break up with you.”

You raised your eyebrows at the retort, intrigued by his fast agreeableness. “Wait a minute, does that mean you’re okay with this?”

“With the whole fake boyfriend stuff?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Yeah, sure. It’s just a picture.”

“And also fake relationship stories—just a heads up.”

You could see how he might have rolled his eyes at that statement despite only hearing his voice from the phone. “Okay, whatever, use me all you want.”

You squealed, visibly jumping and swaying side by side in giddiness. “Really?”

“Sure. Ruin all of my chances of ever dating someone.”

“Come on, it’s just going to be for the meantime—”

“I’m kidding.” He cut you off with a snort. “Dating is out of the picture too with my hectic schedule. So, do whatever you have to do.”

“For real?” you exclaimed again.

He laughed at your reaction. “Yes, ____.”

“Ah, I owe you so much, Yoon!”

He fondly made a sound of approval. “Treat me to dinner later for the first installment of your payment. I have some spare time.”

“Alright. I’ll treat you to anywhere you want!”

“I’m going to hold onto that.” He chuckled. “Anyways, is that all you called me for? I have to attend a conference in a few minutes.”

“Yup. That’s all.”

“Okay. See you later then.”

You nodded, the big grin still on your features. “See you. Looking forward to it.”

Yoongi hummed in a soft manner before hanging up.

As you began to stride back to your workstation, happy because of the success of your plan to convince him to agree in being your cover-up boyfriend, you walked past Jihye, one of your said nosy co-workers who seemed like she overheard a part of your conversation, smiling at you.

“Was that your boyfriend?” she asked.

You placed your phone back inside your pocket, a new type of giddiness erupting inside your chest. “Yeah.”

“Ooh, are you two having a date?”

You nodded in a seemingly proud fashion. “It’s just dinner.”

“Still, I’m jealous.” She sighed dreamily and teasingly at you, causing you to chuckle while she went on with her agenda before stopping by to engage in small talk.

You stayed in your spot longer than intended, thinking about the events that may happen because of your desperation to not be linked to that other person in the office—but you didn’t really care, to be honest, knowing that if it was going to be Yoongi, everything was going to flow smoother than reckoned.

At least, that’s what you thought.

note. just a very short drabble inspired by a scene in yumi’s cell ! hehe

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