replacements (kibum/donghae, eunhyuk/donghae)
Replacements
Kibum/Donghae, eventual!Eunhyuk/Donghae
Humour, romance,angst | PG-13
2125 words
Don't own them
Notes: For pressthe_reset, because it is was her birthday on Thursday. :D Happy belated birthday bb; and please don't stab my eyeballs out after reading this. :/
Also, thanks to dip_eiffel_tea, for providing me with the sufficient amount of brain juice to figure the plot out. Ily darling~
-
"Who are you?"
"A friend."
-
Donghae has learned not to question it when his friends in school ignore Kibum. He has learned not to ask why they avoid him, or why they push by Kibum so roughly, he nearly falls.
He doesn't ask questions like these, because Kibum, technically, doesn't exist.
-
"Donghae sweetie, we're bringing you to a psychologist."
"Why?"
"Honey, your friend, this Kibum you've been talking to, he... he isn't real."
No.
Donghae struggles, kicks out with all his might, cries his eyes out. It doesn't help.
-
"You lied to me," Donghae mutters, pushing at the warm, muscled arms that wrap around his torso. "You told me you were my friend."
"I am your friend," Kibum replies, rolling away from Donghae and standing up. He leans out of the window, grey eyes flashing. "I'm your guardian angel."
Donghae can almost see the moonlight shining through Kibum, wavering beams of dust and magic.
-
He doesn't know when Kibum entered his life. Kibum had always been beside him, playing with him, bathing with him, taking care of him. Kibum, who would clear up the mess Donghae made in an attempt to build a sandcastle, who would help Donghae in his studies, who would sneak in a bag of chocolates when Donghae's mother refused to give him dinner because he'd been out partying, had always been there for him.
Donghae finds it a little sad that only he can see Kibum. Kibum, he thinks, deserves more than that.
-
"There's a new kid in school," Donghae informs Kibum, lying on his side and sliding Kibum's hair through his fingers.
"I know."
"He says he can see you."
"I know."
"How?"
For the first time in Donghae's life, Kibum doesn't know the answer.
-
"Donghae. Donghae!"
Donghae blinks his eyes open to a hand waving in front of him, nearly smacking his nose while doing so. "What?" He inquires groggily, leaning away from the intrusive hand and frowning.
It's the new kid, Donghae notes with some disappointment. He'd thought it was Kibum.
"I'm Hyukjae," the new kid introduces. "Could you move your bag?"
Donghae only blinks blankly at him.
"I have to sit here," Hyukjae says, looking a little impatient. "Could you move your bag away from my seat, please?"
Donghae stares at his school bag in the seat next to him, and then back up at Hyukjae. "No."
"Goo - wait. What?"
"You heard me. No."
"Why?"
Donghae blinks at Hyukjae. "Kibum's sitting here."
"Kibum isn't real," Hyukjae snorts. "We can see him and everything, but nobody else can."
Donghae returns home with a black eye. He proudly announces to his mother that he'd (finally) won a fight in school, and his mother simply tuts and tells him to hold a bag of frozen peas to his eye.
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"It's you again," Donghae says flatly.
"I need a place to sit," Hyukjae fires immediately. "Kibum doesn't count as a student here."
Donghae observes Hyukjae's bruised cheekbone and split lip with some satisfaction. "Find somewhere else to sit."
"There are no more empty seats!" Hyukjae throws his hands up in despair. This, Donghae finds, is a little overdramatic. "Can't you just get over your little obsession over him? Who happens to be invisible, by the way."
"It's fine," Kibum finally intercedes, after a moment of silence in which Donghae and Hyukjae proceed to shoot daggers with their eyes. "I'll stand."
Hyukjae smirks.
-
"I hate you," Donghae whispers, in the middle of class.
"Thanks," Hyukjae replies. "I love you too."
-
"Here," Hyukjae says from above Donghae's head. "This is for you."
Donghae raises his head from his arms and stares, eyes sleepy slits, at the packet of chocolates on his table. "What?" He asks intelligently.
"For you," Hyukjae repeats, plopping himself down in Kibum's his seat. "Imported from New Zealand."
Donghae only continues to stare vacantly at the chocolates.
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"These are poisoned. I just know it," Donghae announces to Kibum, holding up the packet of M&Ms - he'd checked - with the tips of his index finger and thumb. "You try it for me, and tell me if it is."
"It isn't poisoned."
"I insist."
Kibum sighs, and rips the harmless packet of M&Ms open. "Look," he pops one into his mouth and chews. "I'm not dead yet." He swallows.
And proceeds to collapse on the floor.
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"I hate you," Donghae tells Hyukjae the next morning. "And this time I mean it."
"Where's Kibum?" Hyukjae interrupts.
"He's still at home, unconscious on my bedroom floor," Donghae answers testily, short of strangling Hyukjae.
"I didn't know drugs worked on guardian angels," Hyukjae muses. "I learned something new today."
-
"I told you not to do anything irrational and violent in school," Kibum sighs, rubbing at his temples.
"I couldn't help it," Donghae retorts, staring at the glow-in-the-dark stars on his ceiling. "Hyukjae is such a... a dimwit."
"You're going to have to live with him for the rest of your life," Kibum murmurs, and Donghae feels Kibum's fingers tracing the outline of his cheek.
Donghae catches Kibum's hand. "Why... why the rest of my life?" He inquires, and for a moment, through the darkness, he sees a look of immense sadness pass through Kibum's eyes.
"It's nothing." Kibum's voice is hoarse. "Just give him a chance."
"But - "
"Go to sleep, Hae. I'll be here when you wake."
Donghae doesn't sleep for a long time, even after Kibum goes completely still.
-
WHAM!
Donghae wakes with a start, stares up at his teacher, and attempts to wipe the drool off of his - oh my God.
"Somebody certainly is tired today," his teacher remarks, tapping her pen on the edge of Hyukjae's table, whom seems to be very amused by the turn of events. "What have you been doing last night, hm?"
Donghae opens his mouth to explain.
Hyukjae interrupts. "He spent the whole night playing with his imaginary friend."
Donghae has an unfathomable urge to slam his head on his table.
-
"This is all your fault," Donghae spits, glaring at the back of Hyukjae's head. "Even Kibum left me here to sit with you in detention."
Hyukjae, for once, doesn't have a biting comeback.
"He even had to endure your drugs for me. You're heartless. A cold, heartless, merciless - "
"Look," Hyukjae cuts in. "Look. I'm sorry. I - " the colour of his eyes fade a little - "he isn't ever going to come back."
-
"Kibum!" Donghae can hear his strained voice echoing in the empty house, his shoes slapping loudly on the wooden floor. "Kibum?" He gives a little sigh of relief when he sees Kibum standing by his window. "I... I thought you were going to leave me."
Kibum turns around, grey eyes meeting Donghae's. "I could never do that," he says softly, touching his fingers to his heart. "I - I'm sorry."
And when Donghae blinks, Kibum is gone, the words you'll always be in my heart fading along with him, whispered words in the wind.
-
Hyukjae gets a little concerned when the seat beside him remains empty for the next three days.
-
"Donghae..."
Donghae opens his eyes, and Kibum is there. Lying right next to him in his bed, like they always used to do. "Kibum?" His voice is rough, his tongue feels like sandpaper. "You're - you're back." Donghae doesn't dare to believe it.
"I'll always be here when you wake up," Kibum smiles, but the smile doesn't reach his eyes. His fingers stretch out to ghost over Donghae's cheekbone, and just when they touch, Kibum fades away.
-
"Donghae!" Someone's shaking him, but Donghae doesn't want to wake up.
He does, however, when the covers are thrown of his body. A steady stream of profanities leaving his lips, Donghae sits up and glares.
He glares harder when he comes to realize that the culprit is Hyukjae.
"Hae," Hyukjae says calmly, standing with his arms crossed. "You can't keep missing school. I'm not Kibum's replacement for nothing." His eyes are the colour of the morning fog, like Kibum's.
Like Kibum's.
When Hyukjae's arms surround him in a comforting embrace, Donghae starts to believe that maybe, just maybe, Hyukjae isn't as bad as he thought.
-
It almost feels like a dream to Donghae. His memories of Kibum are always veiled, almost as if they are just figments of his imagination. Almost.
"Rise and shine, it's a brand new day!" Hyukjae's decidedly unmistakable voice sings, and the sound of the curtains drawing open fills the whole room.
"You shouldn't sing," Donghae grumbles, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. "You sound terrible."
"Like you can," Hyukjae retorts.
"I can."
"Not."
"I could totally sing for you," Donghae says indignantly.
"Go on then," Hyukjae answers, lips tugging up into a teasing smile.
"You have a beautiful voice," Kibum remarked, when Donghae left the bathroom, clad in a bath towel.
Donghae flushed in alarm. "You heard me in the shower?"
"You should sing more often. Sing for me."
His mouth won't form the words Donghae wants it to. "I..." The memory is vivid, different from the rest. "Why did Kibum leave?" He asks instead, reluctant eyes avoiding Hyukjae's gaze.
"He loved you," Hyukjae replies simply, shrugging. "Still does."
"Why - why couldn't he stay with me?"
Hyukjae's eyes flash. "Because angels aren't allowed to fall in love with humans. He's too loyal to fall and I... I won't do that to you. Ever."
It's the second time Donghae finds himself in Hyukjae's arms, bawling his eyes out on his shirt.
("I love you," Hyukjae whispers, and Donghae cries harder.)
"You can't. You can't love me; you're an angel," Donghae chokes. "You'll leave me too."
Hyukjae laughs, a pleasant vibration. "I'm still training to be a guardian angel, actually. That's why everyone can see me - I died and came back to life again, I suppose."
"How old are you?" Donghae murmurs against Hyukjae's sleeve, curiosity preceding the rest of his emotions. "How... how did you die?"
"Not too old," Hyukjae shrugs. "Only twenty years older than you are. My house burnt down, along with everybody else in it."
"I'm sorry," Donghae says and, wiping his nose with the sleeve of his shirt, moves from Hyukjae. "... and thanks."
The comfortable atmosphere dissipates, turning awkward and alien to Donghae. "I should go," Hyukjae mutters, sitting up. "Good night."
Donghae doesn't sleep that night, and he swears he hears Kibum's soft voice calling his name amongst the rustling of his curtains.
-
Donghae doesn't know what to make of it when Hyukjae turns up the next night, clambering clumsily through his window and grasping onto both of his hands. Hyukjae's breathing is laboured, as if he's been running, flying, like Kibum used to.
"Come with me," he gasps, breath blowing softly onto Donghae's face. "Come." And they're off, Hyukjae pulling Donghae to the window and jumping out, hauling Donghae along with him. Donghae is about to scream, his heart is beating so hard, when Hyukjae pulls him into his arms. They're flying, levitating just above the roof of Donghae's house, and Donghae inhales a small gasp of shock and exhilaration instead.
Hyukjae brings him to a place where the moon shines as bright as the sun, where the night sky is illuminated white by the glimmering stars. Donghae can make out an obscure silhouette, floating just so.
Kibum.
He's running, running as fast as his feet can bring him. This isn't a dream, this isn't a dream his heart thumps, in time with his breaths. Just a metre or so behind Kibum, Donghae stops short, their emotions and memories overwhelming him, breaking him.
And then he's enveloped in Kibum's arms, surrounded by Kibum's scent. Kibum is murmuring something, apologizing profusely, but his embrace never slacks, he never lets Donghae go. They stay that way, until Donghae's world goes dark and peaceful, until the stars disappear.
-
Donghae can't remember a thing when he wakes up, can't recall what he did the last night, except for the wind in his hair and the scent of euphoria filling his lungs.
-
Donghae's first kiss with Hyukjae is intoxicating. Elation, anticipation, doubt - everything clouds his mind; Donghae's heart is on the verge of exploding. Rough fingers smoothing through his hair, chapped lips moving on chapped lips - a distracting friction. Hyukjae's eyes are almost silver when they part, shining with exuberance.
"I love you," Hyukjae repeats. "I love you."
Donghae doesn't know what to say, so he responds with a hesitant smile and holds Hyukjae's hand; atop the cold bricks of his roof.
"Hyukjae," Donghae breathes, "who am I to you?"
Hyukjae responds promptly, "my love."
-
Notes: Choppy, a little clichéd. I know angel/winged suju isn't widely liked by writers or readers in the fandom, but I'm just trying my luck. Concrit, anyone?
Rachel I know I strayed off the genre you gave me. D: I'm sorry, I hope you liked it anyway. ♥ And to my beta-who-was-apparently-very-busy, I'm sorry, I got impatient. D:
Kibum/Donghae, eventual!Eunhyuk/Donghae
Humour, romance,angst | PG-13
2125 words
Don't own them
Notes: For pressthe_reset, because it is was her birthday on Thursday. :D Happy belated birthday bb; and please don't stab my eyeballs out after reading this. :/
Also, thanks to dip_eiffel_tea, for providing me with the sufficient amount of brain juice to figure the plot out. Ily darling~
-
"Who are you?"
"A friend."
-
Donghae has learned not to question it when his friends in school ignore Kibum. He has learned not to ask why they avoid him, or why they push by Kibum so roughly, he nearly falls.
He doesn't ask questions like these, because Kibum, technically, doesn't exist.
-
"Donghae sweetie, we're bringing you to a psychologist."
"Why?"
"Honey, your friend, this Kibum you've been talking to, he... he isn't real."
No.
Donghae struggles, kicks out with all his might, cries his eyes out. It doesn't help.
-
"You lied to me," Donghae mutters, pushing at the warm, muscled arms that wrap around his torso. "You told me you were my friend."
"I am your friend," Kibum replies, rolling away from Donghae and standing up. He leans out of the window, grey eyes flashing. "I'm your guardian angel."
Donghae can almost see the moonlight shining through Kibum, wavering beams of dust and magic.
-
He doesn't know when Kibum entered his life. Kibum had always been beside him, playing with him, bathing with him, taking care of him. Kibum, who would clear up the mess Donghae made in an attempt to build a sandcastle, who would help Donghae in his studies, who would sneak in a bag of chocolates when Donghae's mother refused to give him dinner because he'd been out partying, had always been there for him.
Donghae finds it a little sad that only he can see Kibum. Kibum, he thinks, deserves more than that.
-
"There's a new kid in school," Donghae informs Kibum, lying on his side and sliding Kibum's hair through his fingers.
"I know."
"He says he can see you."
"I know."
"How?"
For the first time in Donghae's life, Kibum doesn't know the answer.
-
"Donghae. Donghae!"
Donghae blinks his eyes open to a hand waving in front of him, nearly smacking his nose while doing so. "What?" He inquires groggily, leaning away from the intrusive hand and frowning.
It's the new kid, Donghae notes with some disappointment. He'd thought it was Kibum.
"I'm Hyukjae," the new kid introduces. "Could you move your bag?"
Donghae only blinks blankly at him.
"I have to sit here," Hyukjae says, looking a little impatient. "Could you move your bag away from my seat, please?"
Donghae stares at his school bag in the seat next to him, and then back up at Hyukjae. "No."
"Goo - wait. What?"
"You heard me. No."
"Why?"
Donghae blinks at Hyukjae. "Kibum's sitting here."
"Kibum isn't real," Hyukjae snorts. "We can see him and everything, but nobody else can."
Donghae returns home with a black eye. He proudly announces to his mother that he'd (finally) won a fight in school, and his mother simply tuts and tells him to hold a bag of frozen peas to his eye.
-
"It's you again," Donghae says flatly.
"I need a place to sit," Hyukjae fires immediately. "Kibum doesn't count as a student here."
Donghae observes Hyukjae's bruised cheekbone and split lip with some satisfaction. "Find somewhere else to sit."
"There are no more empty seats!" Hyukjae throws his hands up in despair. This, Donghae finds, is a little overdramatic. "Can't you just get over your little obsession over him? Who happens to be invisible, by the way."
"It's fine," Kibum finally intercedes, after a moment of silence in which Donghae and Hyukjae proceed to shoot daggers with their eyes. "I'll stand."
Hyukjae smirks.
-
"I hate you," Donghae whispers, in the middle of class.
"Thanks," Hyukjae replies. "I love you too."
-
"Here," Hyukjae says from above Donghae's head. "This is for you."
Donghae raises his head from his arms and stares, eyes sleepy slits, at the packet of chocolates on his table. "What?" He asks intelligently.
"For you," Hyukjae repeats, plopping himself down in Kibum's his seat. "Imported from New Zealand."
Donghae only continues to stare vacantly at the chocolates.
-
"These are poisoned. I just know it," Donghae announces to Kibum, holding up the packet of M&Ms - he'd checked - with the tips of his index finger and thumb. "You try it for me, and tell me if it is."
"It isn't poisoned."
"I insist."
Kibum sighs, and rips the harmless packet of M&Ms open. "Look," he pops one into his mouth and chews. "I'm not dead yet." He swallows.
And proceeds to collapse on the floor.
-
"I hate you," Donghae tells Hyukjae the next morning. "And this time I mean it."
"Where's Kibum?" Hyukjae interrupts.
"He's still at home, unconscious on my bedroom floor," Donghae answers testily, short of strangling Hyukjae.
"I didn't know drugs worked on guardian angels," Hyukjae muses. "I learned something new today."
-
"I told you not to do anything irrational and violent in school," Kibum sighs, rubbing at his temples.
"I couldn't help it," Donghae retorts, staring at the glow-in-the-dark stars on his ceiling. "Hyukjae is such a... a dimwit."
"You're going to have to live with him for the rest of your life," Kibum murmurs, and Donghae feels Kibum's fingers tracing the outline of his cheek.
Donghae catches Kibum's hand. "Why... why the rest of my life?" He inquires, and for a moment, through the darkness, he sees a look of immense sadness pass through Kibum's eyes.
"It's nothing." Kibum's voice is hoarse. "Just give him a chance."
"But - "
"Go to sleep, Hae. I'll be here when you wake."
Donghae doesn't sleep for a long time, even after Kibum goes completely still.
-
WHAM!
Donghae wakes with a start, stares up at his teacher, and attempts to wipe the drool off of his - oh my God.
"Somebody certainly is tired today," his teacher remarks, tapping her pen on the edge of Hyukjae's table, whom seems to be very amused by the turn of events. "What have you been doing last night, hm?"
Donghae opens his mouth to explain.
Hyukjae interrupts. "He spent the whole night playing with his imaginary friend."
Donghae has an unfathomable urge to slam his head on his table.
-
"This is all your fault," Donghae spits, glaring at the back of Hyukjae's head. "Even Kibum left me here to sit with you in detention."
Hyukjae, for once, doesn't have a biting comeback.
"He even had to endure your drugs for me. You're heartless. A cold, heartless, merciless - "
"Look," Hyukjae cuts in. "Look. I'm sorry. I - " the colour of his eyes fade a little - "he isn't ever going to come back."
-
"Kibum!" Donghae can hear his strained voice echoing in the empty house, his shoes slapping loudly on the wooden floor. "Kibum?" He gives a little sigh of relief when he sees Kibum standing by his window. "I... I thought you were going to leave me."
Kibum turns around, grey eyes meeting Donghae's. "I could never do that," he says softly, touching his fingers to his heart. "I - I'm sorry."
And when Donghae blinks, Kibum is gone, the words you'll always be in my heart fading along with him, whispered words in the wind.
-
Hyukjae gets a little concerned when the seat beside him remains empty for the next three days.
-
"Donghae..."
Donghae opens his eyes, and Kibum is there. Lying right next to him in his bed, like they always used to do. "Kibum?" His voice is rough, his tongue feels like sandpaper. "You're - you're back." Donghae doesn't dare to believe it.
"I'll always be here when you wake up," Kibum smiles, but the smile doesn't reach his eyes. His fingers stretch out to ghost over Donghae's cheekbone, and just when they touch, Kibum fades away.
-
"Donghae!" Someone's shaking him, but Donghae doesn't want to wake up.
He does, however, when the covers are thrown of his body. A steady stream of profanities leaving his lips, Donghae sits up and glares.
He glares harder when he comes to realize that the culprit is Hyukjae.
"Hae," Hyukjae says calmly, standing with his arms crossed. "You can't keep missing school. I'm not Kibum's replacement for nothing." His eyes are the colour of the morning fog, like Kibum's.
Like Kibum's.
When Hyukjae's arms surround him in a comforting embrace, Donghae starts to believe that maybe, just maybe, Hyukjae isn't as bad as he thought.
-
It almost feels like a dream to Donghae. His memories of Kibum are always veiled, almost as if they are just figments of his imagination. Almost.
"Rise and shine, it's a brand new day!" Hyukjae's decidedly unmistakable voice sings, and the sound of the curtains drawing open fills the whole room.
"You shouldn't sing," Donghae grumbles, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. "You sound terrible."
"Like you can," Hyukjae retorts.
"I can."
"Not."
"I could totally sing for you," Donghae says indignantly.
"Go on then," Hyukjae answers, lips tugging up into a teasing smile.
"You have a beautiful voice," Kibum remarked, when Donghae left the bathroom, clad in a bath towel.
Donghae flushed in alarm. "You heard me in the shower?"
"You should sing more often. Sing for me."
His mouth won't form the words Donghae wants it to. "I..." The memory is vivid, different from the rest. "Why did Kibum leave?" He asks instead, reluctant eyes avoiding Hyukjae's gaze.
"He loved you," Hyukjae replies simply, shrugging. "Still does."
"Why - why couldn't he stay with me?"
Hyukjae's eyes flash. "Because angels aren't allowed to fall in love with humans. He's too loyal to fall and I... I won't do that to you. Ever."
It's the second time Donghae finds himself in Hyukjae's arms, bawling his eyes out on his shirt.
("I love you," Hyukjae whispers, and Donghae cries harder.)
"You can't. You can't love me; you're an angel," Donghae chokes. "You'll leave me too."
Hyukjae laughs, a pleasant vibration. "I'm still training to be a guardian angel, actually. That's why everyone can see me - I died and came back to life again, I suppose."
"How old are you?" Donghae murmurs against Hyukjae's sleeve, curiosity preceding the rest of his emotions. "How... how did you die?"
"Not too old," Hyukjae shrugs. "Only twenty years older than you are. My house burnt down, along with everybody else in it."
"I'm sorry," Donghae says and, wiping his nose with the sleeve of his shirt, moves from Hyukjae. "... and thanks."
The comfortable atmosphere dissipates, turning awkward and alien to Donghae. "I should go," Hyukjae mutters, sitting up. "Good night."
Donghae doesn't sleep that night, and he swears he hears Kibum's soft voice calling his name amongst the rustling of his curtains.
-
Donghae doesn't know what to make of it when Hyukjae turns up the next night, clambering clumsily through his window and grasping onto both of his hands. Hyukjae's breathing is laboured, as if he's been running, flying, like Kibum used to.
"Come with me," he gasps, breath blowing softly onto Donghae's face. "Come." And they're off, Hyukjae pulling Donghae to the window and jumping out, hauling Donghae along with him. Donghae is about to scream, his heart is beating so hard, when Hyukjae pulls him into his arms. They're flying, levitating just above the roof of Donghae's house, and Donghae inhales a small gasp of shock and exhilaration instead.
Hyukjae brings him to a place where the moon shines as bright as the sun, where the night sky is illuminated white by the glimmering stars. Donghae can make out an obscure silhouette, floating just so.
Kibum.
He's running, running as fast as his feet can bring him. This isn't a dream, this isn't a dream his heart thumps, in time with his breaths. Just a metre or so behind Kibum, Donghae stops short, their emotions and memories overwhelming him, breaking him.
And then he's enveloped in Kibum's arms, surrounded by Kibum's scent. Kibum is murmuring something, apologizing profusely, but his embrace never slacks, he never lets Donghae go. They stay that way, until Donghae's world goes dark and peaceful, until the stars disappear.
-
Donghae can't remember a thing when he wakes up, can't recall what he did the last night, except for the wind in his hair and the scent of euphoria filling his lungs.
-
Donghae's first kiss with Hyukjae is intoxicating. Elation, anticipation, doubt - everything clouds his mind; Donghae's heart is on the verge of exploding. Rough fingers smoothing through his hair, chapped lips moving on chapped lips - a distracting friction. Hyukjae's eyes are almost silver when they part, shining with exuberance.
"I love you," Hyukjae repeats. "I love you."
Donghae doesn't know what to say, so he responds with a hesitant smile and holds Hyukjae's hand; atop the cold bricks of his roof.
"Hyukjae," Donghae breathes, "who am I to you?"
Hyukjae responds promptly, "my love."
-
Notes: Choppy, a little clichéd. I know angel/winged suju isn't widely liked by writers or readers in the fandom, but I'm just trying my luck. Concrit, anyone?
Rachel I know I strayed off the genre you gave me. D: I'm sorry, I hope you liked it anyway. ♥ And to my beta-who-was-apparently-very-busy, I'm sorry, I got impatient. D: