“I’d like to think that the calvary captain would be spending his free time doing something, other than picking seashells with some kids.” You tease the man, but he only laughs at your words.

“It’s a family tradition.” He smiles watching the two kids run off to a different area. “What are you doing here in falcon coast?” Kaeya puts the seashells in a basket and cleans the sand off of his hands.

“Finishing up a commission.” You pulled your basket up to show him the flowers ice fragments still on the core, “my fingers are frozen now.” Kaeya lets out a chuckle “Blame the Chief Alchemist for wanting to use cryo mist flowers. His chuckle dies down as he glances back at the kids. “While you’re out here.. do you think you can fit in another commission?” You eye him suspiciously and he grins back.

“It’s getting late and there isn’t an adult to accompany Jill and Will back home, do you mind?” The confusion on your face is evident because Kaeya continues speaking, “I have a meeting with Diluc at the Winery and I don’t have time to stop by the city.” With crossed arms you exhale softly. “Alright, i’ll take them home.”

There’s a small smile on his face as he waves to the kids and he promptly walks away. Kaeya is on the front steps of Dawn Winery where he is welcomed inside by Adelinde, he finds Diluc in his bedroom dressed in his red attire with his hair pulled up into a high ponytail, the two don’t say anything until the silence is broken when Kaeya clears his throat. 

“If I remembered correctly, I do believe I saw y/n picking cryo mist flowers near the winery earlier this morning.” Diluc moves his gaze up and stares at the man through the mirror, “and why should this concern me Kaeya?”

“Don’t you think it’s a bit concerning that a visionless citizen is doing a commission that requires a pyro user.” There’s a glint of playfulness in his words as he watches Diluc slip his gloves on, and he continues talking crossing his arms together. 

“It just so happened that I was chatting with y/n earlier at falcon coast, just before arriving here. There seems to be a fair amount of mist flowers over there no? you know, the ones near the cave.” Kaeya shrugs his shoulders with a dramatic sigh, “but I could be wrong, after all it is getting late, for all I know, y/n could be home by now.” 

Diluc doesn’t say anything as he throws his mask over his face, his eyes locked on the mirror in front of him watching kaeya’s figure that once was leaning on the doorframe slowly disappear into the hallway.

“I’ll see you later brother, do make sure to check on y/n though.”

When Diluc arrives to falcon coast the sky is already painted red and orange, Kaeya’s words are lingering in his mind and he decides to do a quick search around the area just incase you did decide to come back. His steps are careful as he walks over to the cave noticing that the mist flowers are still there.

The lightness in your arms did not dwell on you until you waved goodbye at the two kids and one of them pointed at you with her head tilted to the side.

“Weren’t you carrying a basket of mist flowers and seashells?”

You were sure you had carried your basket with you but when you looked there was nothing but the lingering feeling of cold mist from the flowers. With a sheepish smile you nod at the girl. “Thank you for reminding me, i’ll make sure to keep the seashells safe.”

With reluctant steps you trudged back to falcon coast the moon was blooming and night had finally settled in when you arrived, you spotted your basket resting peacefully on the grey stone.

Picking the brown basket up you noticed two mist flowers a few feet away from you. It should’ve taken you only a few seconds to get the flowers and finally leave, but the splashes of orange flickering in the cave a few feet away had piqued your interest. Holding your basket a bit tighter you walked closer to the cave the soft sand helping reduce the sounds of your footsteps.

The inside of the cave felt warmer the further you continue your steps, the light from the fire had now been reflecting off your face, voices are heard deeper within the cave and much to your surprise the familiar gruffness of a fatui is heard the more you continue dragging your feet.

You freeze in your tracks the moment your eyes lay on the conference table, the light is more prominent now and the faces in the cave are much more recognizable. There are a few fatui members at one end of the table but you aren't able to tell who’s at the other end. 

Their voices are clear as day to your ears but nobody seems to notice your appearance, in an attempt to save yourself you shifted your body back, but unfortunately for you the sound of seashells clashing together had made the stares of the fatui shift your way.  

The world felt as if it stopped when the eyes of a hydro skirmisher had locked with yours, the words of the fatui went deaf on your ears as you stood frozen in fear, you felt your heart dropping to the pit of your stomach when a pyro skirmisher held up his weapon, you didn’t waste anytime running from the group, legs moving on their own trying to find a way back outside, however searching for an exit was almost impossible.

The orange flint of fire that was the only source of light had become more dim the further you ran, eventually your steps had slowed down to a walk but came to a complete stop when you heard quick agile footsteps behind you. 

You were sure your heart stopped for a moment when you felt someone touch your shoulder from behind, a rough hand had cupped around your mouth refraining your scream. The hand that’s cupping your mouth leaves when you calm down and the stranger puts his index finger to his lips mouthing a quiet “shh.” the cave is dark and you can barely make out his face.

Voices from the fauti had gotten louder and the grip on your shoulder had seemed to tighten in the slightest when the flickering light of fire came in view. It’s only then, when the echoes of the fatui were a few feet away from you did the stranger decide to move his hand from your shoulder down to your wrist pulling you after him, his footsteps loud and clear on the flat gray flooring of the cave.

There are overlapping voices from behind and the man in front of you speeds his steps, the distance between you and the fatui had seemed to increase and the voices had become more hushed as you continue forward, it wasn’t until the stranger in front of you stopped moving did you notice the sound of footsteps behind you quiet down.

With heavy breaths and shaky knees the two of you stop at a dead end, the stranger lets your hand go and cocks his head your way, the cave is still dark yet you are still able to make out the white mask that is covering his eyes, then you see strands of crimson hair framing his face and familiar ruby eyes scanning you.

Then everything clicks for you, with creased brows and gazes fixed on one another you take a step closer to the man. “..Diluc?” The words are whispered on your tongue but he doesn’t say anything back. You open your mouth to speak again but the words are cut short on your lips as the sound of heavy footsteps are heard from behind. 

It seemed as if time slowed down, Diluc’s eyes flicker to look at the fatui, his hand reaching out towards you and your head is rested in the crook of his neck as he pulls you close to his body. He swings your figure around and to your horror, you catch sight of a pyro infused bullet running past you, the smooth metal grazing against Diluc’s skin, a groan leaving his mouth at the stinging feeling and you’re suddenly pushed into a narrow, dark, empty area within the cave.

It’s quiet for what feels like hours but is probably only a few seconds, the weight of Diluc on top of you is oddly comforting in the moment. Both of his hands are placed near your head and his breathing is heavy, your eyes are looking everywhere except his and the familiar feeling of butterflies floating in the pit of your stomach makes you feel dizzy.

Diluc removes his body when he hears the footsteps outside get quieter and you watch as he walks away from your figure with a limp. There’s nothing in the area except a few loose pieces of wood and the man wastes no time in gathering them together sparking a fire using his claymore.

You’re settled on the cold stone floor eyes never meeting his, instead they’re placed on the burning sticks. Diluc is sitting across from you with one knee propped up and his head leaned on the flat stone surface behind him.

The fire brought a comforting warmth to your bodies, orange hues of the flames reflecting off your faces. For a while the only noise in the empty space is the fire cracking until Diluc breaks the silence.

“You should know that it isn’t safe to be roaming around abandoned caves, especially if it seems like it’s being used.” his voice is soft when he speaks but his tone is harsh.

The air is surrounded by silence before you finally reply back. “I was picking mist flowers for..” when your eyes meet his you can feel your words start faltering, his crimson eyes are addicting to look at but you flick you eyes somewhere else feeling as if you’re gonna melt under his gaze, “a commission.” You finish trying to calm your frantic beating heart. 

The white mask slips off his porcelain skin and you can see his brows crease in pain. He shakes his jacket off and he groans when he stands up turning his body away from your eyes, the sudden reminder of the pyro infused bullet hitting his skin has your face scrunched up in panic.

“Diluc, you’re hurt.” you’re unsure of what to do and when he turns his head back you’re biting your bottom lip in concern. “Let me help you.” But he turns his head back ignoring your stare on him.

“You don’t need to worry about me, you should take care of yourself.” With the small amount of courage left in your body you walk closer to the man and the sight of blood staining his clothes makes you wince. 

“It’s the least I can do, you didn’t need to risk yourself to save me.” He turns his body towards you and he narrows his eyes. “You’re very important to me y/n, I didn’t want you to get hurt because of my actions.”

Your lips curl up into a smile and you move your hands to his chest pushing him back. “Then let me help you Diluc.” He lets you push him to the rock and he sits on the cold stone a small, “if you insist,” leaving his mouth. Diluc is a stubborn man, he would’ve insisted that he was fine and was able to patch himself up in no time but the genuine worry in your eyes had made him feel weak in the knees. 

You're settled between his legs and despite him sitting on a rock his frame is equal to yours. Diluc’s eyes are casted on the flames burning on the wood his cheeks flaring red when you inform him to take his shirt off. 

“So.. are you the famous dark knight hero everyone has been talking about?” you lightly shake your head in disbelief, Diluc’s eyes were back on your figure when you spoke and you tried to ignore his stare on you. “That name is rather absurd, I do hope you refrain from calling me that.” He lets out a scoff and you let out a small laugh.

The whole time you had refused to look at his bare upper body, the thought of touching his pale skin had made your heart feel as if it would jump out of your chest, but you can’t help and move your eyes to look at his wound.

The gash below his rib is small but there’s a ring of red forming around it, with gentle fingers your touch is light on his skin, the red scar is hot and feels as if you’re touching an open flame, you remove your fingers when Diluc flinches from your touch. Ripping off a piece of fabric from your skirt you use the thin material and start wrapping it over the wound.

Your fingers still feel like ice despite touching Diluc’s warm body. He lets out a grunt as you tighten the cloth around his waist, when you finish and tie the knot together he clenches his jaw, his head tilted back. “I’m all done.” The words are whispered on your lips as you catch sight of his eyes. “You can put your shirt back on now.” And you move your body away from him, embarrassment flooding in your stomach.

“Here,” picking up the mist flower that fell out of your basket near the pile of burning wood you press the cold blue flower against his wound. “that should help.” He sucks in a breath and takes the flower in his warm hands.

“Thank you y/n.” His gentle words brings a smile to your face and you fail to notice how close you are to the man. You clear your throat and nod at him, “of course.”

When you look at Diluc his eyes are focused on the mist flower as he continues to hold it over his cut, and you can’t help but stare at him with a clear look of adoration in your eyes.

“Y/n?” He fixes his gaze on you and you hum back a response, “I’m having a bit of trouble keeping the flower in place, do you mind helping me?” You lightly laugh and walk in his direction.

“Not at all Diluc.” Taking the cold flower from his hold you press it over to where his injury would be. “You know, you have really clumsy..” your words start to falter as you notice his eyes starring into yours then it flickers down to your lips, “..hands.”

Diluc’s ruby eyes lure you closer to him, the flower drops from your grasp and it makes a small noise as it falls to the floor, but neither one of you pay any attention it.

Even though he was holding the freezing flower moment ago Diluc's light touch on your waist is hot and he pulls you in between his legs again, your face inches away from his. He murmurs something under his breath but you’re too dazed to pick up his words.

“Can I kiss you?” It’s clear that he’s nervous because he bites his lower lip and removes his gaze off of yours and you find it to be very adoring, leaning forward you press a soft tender kiss to his delicate lips.

When you pull back there’s a grin on his face followed by a blush, he’s a bit hesitant with his actions but your flustered state must’ve boosted his ego, his grip on your waist tightens as he tugs your body forward, pressing another greedy languid kiss to you lips.

You cup his burning cheeks and you feel yourself falling deeper into a state of bliss. The kiss is fiery yet overwhelming as if he was devouring you, the taste of sweet grape juice lingers on your tongue and you relish in the bitter aftertaste of the kiss. You pull away from his lips brushing the strands of vermillion hair away from his face, the aftermath of the events makes your chest explode with warmth.

Diluc’s breath is heavy as he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you into a hug resting his head in the crook of your neck. “Should I warm your fingers up while we’re hanging out in here?” With a shy smile you’re suddenly reminded that you’re stuck in a small cave with the man you just kissed.

"Are you really leaving Morax?" The chilling evening that accompanied the night sky had made you shiver even after taking a few sips of osmanthus wine you felt cold, your eyes shifted to the taller figure that was sitting a few feet away from you, his longing gaze that was once situated on the clear moon now met yours.

“I’ll be back before you know it.” He voiced with a light huskiness, a bit amused watching as your face creased in concern. “Let me accompany you as well.” It must have been the wine talking, but the regret of your words were starting to kick in. Morax let out a chuckle before downing the last bit of the wine still left in his cup. “It is my duty to fulfill not yours, do not brood over small concerns.” You wanted to deny his words but kept silent, he was right.

“When I become an archon I can create a nation full of those gaze lilies you were talking about.” In attempt to lighten the mood he brought in his unusual humor.

“They’re called glaze lilies!” laughter spilled from your lips and you saw a faint smile on Morax’s face, with your elbows on the table, you placed your face on your palms your fingers pressed up against your cheeks as you leaned in closer to him. “You seem pretty confident that you’ll become an archon.” You tone was sly and teasing almost challenging him.

“Of course I am, after all I am Morax, the most feared prime adepti.” His tone was teasing and laced with arrogance. “Citizens will call me Lord Morax and you Lady y/n.” You laughed at his cockiness, his amber eyes looking at yours once more his voice was softer this time. “And I promise, that once I become one of the seven, there will be a field filled of glaze lilies in Liyue, made just for you.”

Your fingers moved on their own to brush off the few strands of hair that was blocking his eyes and pulled it behind his ear, your touch was so light that he almost didn’t feel it. “Then, will we be able to lay in a field full of glaze lilies, together?” your words were whispered among the cool breeze but he could hear them clearly as if it were whispered right by his ear.

He didn’t say anything for a while, but instead brought his pale cold hands to your warms ones holding them tightly as if he didn’t want to let go creating a sense of comfort to him, then he placed a feathery light kiss to the back of your knuckles when you gave him your kind smile.

He felt a bit.. strange, he was sure that this was not how friends should be acting to one another, but he wasn’t sure why the steady thumping of his heart had sped up at the thought of your words. Clearing his throat he spoke again.

“Before I leave,” he paused locking his soft gaze on you, one you had grown to love over the last centuries spent together, “will you fulfill my last wish tonight by singing me the captivating tune I heard when we had first met?”

And so, the last words to your best companion were the soft tunes of a special song sang only for him.

When morning came you basked in the refreshing scent of mint that was sitting near your pond outside surrounded by the light mist in the air from when it rained last night.

You didn’t realize how incredibly lonely you would become now that Morax was gone, but you kept busy aiding around the villiage and occasionally taking short strolls around the vast city in hopes of keeping your mind off him and the war that was currently happening.

How long did wars last anyway? You decided that it lasted too long when days started turning into weeks and weeks turned into months and still no sign of Morax.

Time was ticking slowly for you and you wished for nothing more then to go back in time and ask him to stay or at least leave with him, but there was nothing left you could do except reminisce your memories of him. The strained feeling of guilt and regret was sinking lower and lower every day he didn’t show up. The pang of fear weighed heavily on your shoulders and you felt yourself become more and more engulfed in the thought that maybe.. he really had died in the war.

There was a pile of unsent letters on your desk that you’d stopped sending upon realizing that the first one you sent was years ago and still, you had not gotten a letter sent back from him. You also stopped keeping track of how long he had been gone for.

It took you a while before you started going on your long walks around the city again, but the feelings of guilt and fear were still clouded in your mind. The pieces that were left behind by him now felt like it no longer belonged here with you, or here in his homeland.

On a early morning you had walked into the city on one of your long strolls when a name you haven’t heard of for years had left the lips of a street vendor.

“Have you heard? One of the seven had made his own nation.” The stall worker was busy giving back mora to the costumer when they replied back.

“Oh yeah, the one led by Lord Morax and Lady Guizhong? What was it called again?”

“Liyue.” The words left your lips like and automatic response and you felt your heart beat quicken at every word that left the vendors mouth. He was alive! Your steps quickened with every stride you took getting closer and closer to the stall worker asking directions to the new nation.

The walk to Liyue was excruciatingly slow but your mind was finally set at ease at the thought of seeing your best companion after so many years. The sun was beginning to set when you finally stepped foot in the land of geo, you had no time to admire the beautiful landscapes due to the sharp blade of a polearm inches away from your neck.

“Who are you and what are you doing here?” The boy’s eyes narrowed at you. Your eyes darted to the demonic mask sitting on his waist, the familiar weight of fear had stopped you from moving.

“My name is y/n and i’m from-” For a moment you saw his eyebrows furrow in confusion before going back to his reserved face.

“I didn’t ask you where you’re from, what are you doing here in Liyue?” He pointed his polearm closer to your neck.

“I.. just want to see Morax.” Your throat felt dry and itchy. The closer the sharp metal came to your neck the more quieter you became.

“What is your association with Rex Lapis?” The green haired boy finally removed his polearm from your face his eyes still narrowed at you with suspicion.

“I’m a close friend.” You did not feel any better even after he pulled his spear away from you, you saw his eyebrows crease further with confusion and he didn’t say anything for a while until you broke him away from his thoughts.

“Can you help me reach him?” You were deathly afraid of the stranger but you were equally as desperate to finally see your best friend.

“Rex Lapis is in Qingce village currently celebrating his newly shared nation with Lady Guizhong, I’d advise you visit him another day.”

“Please..” you begged, “I just need to see him once more.” Your words were quiet but the boy was even quieter, before he finally spoke up.

“I will escort you to him myself.” Maybe it was pity that made Xiao decide to help or maybe it was because your name had sounded oddly familiar to him but, his words were short and blunt when he stuck his hand out to you. You looked at him questionably and with slight hesitance moved your hand closer to his but stopped when they were about to touch.

“Who are you?” There was no malice in your tone but there was slight confusion and unease to it.

“Adeptus Xiao.” His voice was gruff but had a nice touch of softness to it. “I serve under Rex Lapis, and keep Liyue safe from any danger.”

“Nice to meet you adeptus-” before you could even finish your sentence he grasped your hand and in the blink of an eye you were now standing in what you assumed was Qingce village, by now the sun was at its peak with orange and pink clouds painting the sky. You turned around to thank the adeptus but he was gone before you could open your mouth you let out a small “thank you” anyway hoping that he would hear it.

You crossed the wooden bridge to the large open field of gardens that was filled with beautifully vibrant orange and yellow flowers. You came to a stop when you had spotted an unfamiliar figure, she was sitting on her knees holding a basket full of what you assumed were flowers.

The blue flower that was hidden amongst the orange flowers had caught your attention, the petals had looked as if it was not sprouted, as if it were closed, shielding whatever it was hiding inside.

You continued to wander in the field— that is until you heard the familiar melody of a song, the special one you sang the night before he left, leave her lips.

Then you saw him, his features had become more handsome and he was much taller than you remembered. He took slow steps to the girl who you figure out is Guizhong. He came to a stop right before her and she had stood up picking out the blue flower which had not changed from earlier even after singing to it, a small frown forming on her face.

“It didn’t work Morax. The glaze lily did not sprout.” The frown on her face only seemed to deepen when he grinned. “I was sure it would have worked perfectly fine, perhaps you should try again my dear.”

You felt your heart tighten at his words, it felt like you’d been stabbed and he was twisting the sword in your wound to add on to the pain.

She was singing your song, to a flower that you came up with, for the same guy you had fallen for.

“I feel as if the ‘gold’ we are supposedly searching for is not here and you are just poking fun at me.” Guizhong’s voice was light hearted but she still held her frown.

He picked up the glaze lily from her hand and set it in her long silky hair cupping her face with the gentle touch of his hand.

“Do not fret, for I have already found it.” he paused for a moment, a fond smile forming on his lips, golden eyes were filled with adoration for the girl standing before him.

“You are the gold that I treasure in my heart, Guizhong.” you watched as the girl only smiled placing a white flower from her basket behind his ear, then a sweet kiss at the corner of his lip. Her lips must have been addicting because he dipped his head down for another chaste kiss.

How much you wished he had said your name and kissed your lips instead.

Morax wrapped his arms around her figure his grip tightening when she moved her gaze to look up at him. “Let’s go pick out more glaze lilies.” he then placed a kiss on her temple, the tight grip was loosened and he had let her roam off in another area, you took that as a sign to leave as well, but—

“Y/n.” his golden orbs flickered your way, he could feel your familiar presence.

Hearing his voice call your name after years of waiting made your heart feel even more heavier then before, it was like someone was hammering nails onto your heart.

His tone was much more mellow now and you gave him a small smile in response.

“Pleasure to see you again Morax.” and he nodded in agreement. It was quiet for a moment before you spoke again, “you have created a beautiful nation.” he smiled at you in return, “I was lucky enough to have some help.” it was your turn to nod at him, then it was quiet again, until you felt the salty drops of tears hit the dirt floor, the silent cries from your lips had broken the tension.

You didn’t know if you were crying from happiness, frustration, or sadness, so many emotions were coursing through your body that it was overwhelming, but nothing could top the over powering feeling of disappointment you’d felt at the moment.

You wanted to yell and shout out all your pent up anger that had been bottled up for the past years at him, but your words were low and faint and came out hoarse.

“I thought you died in war, Morax.” another tight wrenching squeeze from your heart had you catching for a breath, the tears streaming like a waterfall down your face, it was getting harder and harder for you to breathe, “why didn’t you come back?” you could see the way he had moved with discomfort from your question.

“I have..” he paused finding the right words to say, “moved on, dear old friend.” his tone was so light and gentle that you almost believed that he wasn’t the Morax you’ve known at all.

His words made you angry, all the years that you spent in guilt waiting for him to return were dismissed by him because he “moved on.” bullshit.

“So you decided to leave the memories of me and the village behind?” he had felt the anger in your tone but was still as calm as ever.

“Perhaps you should refrain from bringing up the past. I am not who I once was before, it brings me shame reminiscing my earlier days.” His gaze had not changed since you first made eye contact with him, his familiar stare that you once found comfort in had now sent a chill down your spine.

“So, are ashamed of me as well?” the hurt in your voice was evident, the sword of betrayal that he pierced into your heart had struck deeper when he had not uttered a word.

You had never felt so vulnerable in the presence of Morax, it felt as if the two of you were strangers now and it was almost like you had not spent centuries together prior to the war.

“Did the memories that we shared not matter to you?”

The silence was deafening, but you were still waiting for him to say something, anything would have been better than the unbearable quietness surrounding the air. You took his stillness as a yes, you bit your lip as the tears continued to stream down your face, you felt sick.

“Did you even think about coming back after the war?” you locked eyes with his golden orbs and it was clear, that you no longer held any significance toward him, and that you were not worthy enough to be considered a friend anymore.

“But the glaze lilies..” your voice was hushed and your sadness was still evident, “you’re telling me that the glaze lilies were-” his next words were sharp on his tongue. “The glaze lilies were merely a coincidence.” he shut your hopes down just as quickly as he built them.

“There are no coincidences in a world that you’ve created Morax.” your words must have thrown him off because you saw him shift, a small grunt falling from his lips, however he said nothing to dismiss your idea.

“You should leave y/n, and start out a new life here in Liyue.” He was still inviting you to stay as if he didn’t just shatter your heart moments ago.

“Oh.” you had felt so dejected at his words and the realization had sunk deep in your body, you wanted to crumble hearing the words leave his mouth. you felt foolish for thinking that the almighty Morax had actually regarded you as a friend. after a long moment of silence you finally nod slowly at his words. “Then I too, shall move on. Goodbye Morax.”

He felt the sway of the wind get stronger and watched as your hair flowed against the soft breeze in the air, your tear streaked face had now been a permanent memory for him. His hand lifted up in the slightest as if to reach out to you, to pull you back in to him and assure you that you indeed were correct. That he was thinking of you when he created the lilies, but the sounds of wind pushing against the field of flowers that Guizhong was currently picking out, and the sight of your glossy tear filled eyes he dropped his hand.

This was the first time in a while that he felt lost. he knew that what he did was wrong, that he messed up, and ruined the only thing that connected him to his past. But he also knew that he’d only make even more regrets if he reached out after you, he had a beautiful relationship with Guizhong, after all. not you.

Morax was still quiet when you left, he showed no sign of worry or regret and you were beginning to think that your friendship with him was no more than a token of entertainment. At least he had still carried the memory of you, the glaze lilies were a clear confirmation of it no matter how much he had denied it.

With your back faced towards him he watched as you walked further and further away. His brows creased together as a twinge of hurt and regret formed on his delicate features, his heart squeezed tightly in his chest as his golden eyes lingered on your disappearing figure. Finally, after a moment of unbearable silence and the wave of emotions gearing in his chest, he finally turned around and walked back over to Guizhong. He was offered with a gentle comforting smile by her, one that reminded him of you, and he smiled back. The white flower that Guizhong's soft fingers tucked over his ear had now fell on the dirt floor as he leaned over and placed a sweet gentle kiss to her forehead.

Taking his words to heart you had found yourself staying in Liyue, you were much too curious of the vast landscapes to leave, you set yourself in a home outside of Liyue harbor and had turned friends with the mysterious yaksha.

It has been decades or perhaps centuries later since he had last seen you. He was now referred to as Zhongli, a mortal living amongst the crowd of Liyue citizens. Guizhong was now just a memory of the god, and over the many years he had spent alone, he built time to relish in his thoughts and regrets.

His past haunted him, he sees you almost every day strolling around the city with your straw basket in hand buying fruits and vegetables or occasionally street food that you end up giving to the cute dog near the entrance of the gates of Liyue. the dreading feeling of accidentally stumbling into you lingers in his mind often, and he finds himself turning the other way when he sees you from the corner of his amber eyes from a distance, wondering if you’d do the same if you saw him again.

He was a coward, he’s been telling himself that for years- aeons, after he saw you crying all those years ago when the two of you had finally reunited again after a long while. he ruined the only chance of reconnecting with you again and wanted to apologize to you, to tell you his regrets, and mistakes. soon enough he sought out to find you in hopes that you would forgive him for his foolishness.

Maybe it was a stoke of luck or perhaps it was a twist of fate, but he saw you in Qingce village in the gardens standing in front of a glaze lily that has yet to be sprouted, although he was quite a few feet away from you he could still hear the sweet tune of your melody that was whispered in the drift of air as if you were singing it for him.

You were singing to the glaze lily, and it had blossomed in a result of your voice, and your song. It was the first he had witnessed the flower unfold and it was quite miraculous, the plant only seemed to listen to you. Even after many attempts Guizhong was never fortunate enough to see or make the blue lily uncoil.

Zhongli felt delighted at the scene and opened his mouth to leave a pleasant remark taking a few more strides your way, but ultimately his words and body came to a sudden halt watching as another figure, another man, walk closer your way, behind you. His first instinct was to summon his polearm, but when the guy wrapped his arms around your waist from behind and rested his head in the crook your neck he saw your gentle smile and stopped himself. 

Perhaps you two were friends? After all a hug wasn’t unfamiliar to both you and him when the two of you were still friends. Zhongli continued to listen as the young male spoke.

“You have an amazing gift you know. You are the only person who is special enough to make a flower spring by singing to it.” You lightly laughed at his words, the idea sounded ridiculous to you, turning your body to face the man’s you hit his chest with the light thud of your head, he smiled as the gentle wind of the cool evening blew your hair out of your face and wrapped his arms around your waist tighter as id you were a precious flower, shielding you from the harsh beam of the orange sun hitting your beautiful features.

“It is just a mere coincidence.” You words were light and a bit empty as if the thought of the lily sprouting from the sound your voice brought an unwanted memory. The guy unraveled from the embrace leaning down to pluck out the pale blue flower from the ground smiling softly as he wrapped it behind you ear.

“I can assure you that, there is no such thing as a coincidence in the land of geo.” your smile seemed to brighten at his words, and he brought his hand down to your fingers his lips pressing a gentle kiss on your knuckles.

Zhongli knit his brows together a bit at the irony, blinking slowly a few times as he watched. the scene playing in front of him was too familiar, and it had a bit of a numbing effect on his heart. those were words he wished he blurted out, to reassure you that he did indeed fulfill his promise to you, but his pride was too big for his own good, and he let you go.

He was moments away from leaving you be until you spoke again, the words were soft and slow on your tongue as you spoke, your eyes were filled with much tenderness and admiration for the man standing in front of you.

“Can we lay in a field full of glaze lilies, together?”

“Uh, no. But Jungkook’s with me if you were wondering. Also who’s Kevin Copeland?” He asked confused.

“It’s a White Chicks reference.” You trailed. After not hearing a response from him you continued. “You know what, never mind. I’ll be there in a bit.” You said hanging up before he could reply.

Standing near the parking lot waiting for Taehyung and Jungkook to show up you noticed Jungkook’s fancy car roll up as Taehyung rolled down the window, being met face to face the first time this whole day.

"Took you long enough.” He grumbled a bit annoyed, he sat in the passenger seat while Jungkook was the one the driving. Rolling your eyes at him you got in the car.

“I had to do homework to do Tae-“

“You know you really sound like a nerd right now.” Jungkook interrupted chuckling. He probably heard what I said over the phone about his laugh.

“At least I have the decency to finish someone else’s homework.” Glancing up at Taehyung you continued, “You need to quit sending me your homework tae unless you wanna fish it out from my trash later.” You replied hearing a quiet chuckle from Jungkook.

“Tell me Jungkook, are you...perhaps still afraid of girls?” Taehyung silently laughed, cupping his mouth with his hand avoiding Jungkook’s hard stare at him.

“What are you talking about nerd?” His thumb tapping on the steering wheel had stopped noticing how your eyes were starring at his hands.

“Anyways where you guys taking me?” You asked suddenly interested noticing it wasn’t the usual path to Denny’s or iHop but than again it was Jungkook driving not Taehyung.

“Denny’s.” Taehyung replied cooling down from his laughing fit he had a few minuets ago.

“Then why the hell are we going this way? There’s a Denny’s right there.” You pointed at the window but no one was looking that direction.

“Calm down nerd, there’s one with less people since that Denny's is always packed.” Jungkook replied.

“Quit calling me a nerd, you loser.” You sighed out crossing your arms together.

“Nerd.” Jungkook said looking at the rear view mirror waiting for you to react to his words a smug smile plastered on his face as if he were proud of what he said.

“Loser.” You scowled.

“Ner-“

“Oh my god you two, shut up we’re here.” Taehyung interrupted peeling his eyes off his phone the familiar bright yellow sign displayed with the words ‘Denny’s' was seen.

~

Jungkook was right, this Denny’s was empty. There’s was only a couple customers and a few staff members seen.

“Order whatever you want, its not like any of you were willing to pay anyways.” Taehyung said eyes glued to the menu.

Your face beamed with excitement, “really?”

Taehyung slowly looked up at you with disgust as Jungkook smiled softly his eyes also glued to the menu as well.

“What are you smiling about loser?” It didn’t take Jungkook a while to reply back.

“I’m getting a free meal for Taehyung. Who wouldn’t be smiling at this?”

“Yeah, okay, whatever just don’t order too much, I’m really going broke guys.” Taehyung replied to Jungkook.

After a couple minutes passed you finally got your food. Jungkook ended up ordering the most as always.

“Are you not full? I’m dying from eating these pancakes.” I said gazing at Jungkook who continued to eat ignoring yours and Taehyung’s stare.

“Stop staring at me, it’s weird.” Jungkook finally spoke after a while, chewing slowly his cheeks puffed out from stuffing his food there. “Anyways I’m done.” He said throwing his head back stretching his arms in the air.

“Alright Taehyung, I know you want something from me, what is it?” You asked. This free meal means he defiantly wants something from you.

“What? I don’t want anything from you.” He lied, it was clear he was lying.

“Alright then, take me home loser.” standing up you waited for Jungkook and Taehyung to follow.

“Okay, okay, wait.” Taehyung panicked taking a hold of your arm preventing you from leaving.

“Can you wear my jersey?” He asked glancing up at me lips pursed together, he looks like he’s debating to continue talking.

“Is that all you wanted?” You narrowed your eyes at him.

“And sit...with the cheerleaders?” He added.

“With the cheerleaders? I think not.”

“Please, you’re my best friend and I need the support,” his lips were out pouting, with a face of disgust you pat his shoulder lightly.

“You’ll always have my support Taehyung, just not from the cheerleaders seats.”

“Please, it’s my last game and I’ve never seen you sit in front at any of my games,” he frowned.

“Fine. But I’m sitting nowhere near those cheerleaders.” Crossing your arms together heading out the doors towards Jungkook’s car. Ignoring how his face beamed with happiness and Jungkook who stood there awkwardly waiting to leave.

“Send me home Jeon.” You said with a yawn deciding to sit in front this time having Taehyung sit back, “wait, where you taking us?” My face furrowed with confusion waiting for Jungkook to reply.

“Taehyung’s house is closer in this neighborhood.”

“Ah, you’re such a confusing dude.”

“What do you mean? I’m the least complicated person in the world.”

“Just hearing you say that, assures me that you’re a complicated person.” You snickered.

“Hey, you asked me to take you home and I am, I’m just taking Taehyung home first.” He mumbled chuckling noticing how Taehyung put on his headphones to block out our bickering.

“Okay, but my place was closer to that Denny’s than Taehyung’s.”

“Don’t throw me off Nerd, I know what I’m doing and where I’m going.”

“Whatever you say loser, just don’t get lost.”

After what felt like years passed by Jungkook stopped in front of Taehyung’s apartment complex.

“See, we made it perfectly fine at Taehyung’s place.”

“Yeah, but it took you an hour when it really should’ve taken half an hour, look,” You pointed at Taehyung who was sleeping peacefully in the back, “he’s already sleeping.”

“Okay fine you win, I was lost halfway there.” He admitted.

“I told you it was the wrong way,” You ushered him out of the car, “just hurry and wake Taehyung up.”

After a couple minutes have passed Jungkook finally managed to get Taehyung to safely head in his apartment complex. He came back in the car putting his seat belt on before driving off.

“So, I heard your ex girlfriend broke up with you?”

“Yeah, like five months ago.”

“Hey that’s when we became friends, oh wow, I feel like your rebound but as a friend.”

“You are my rebound.” He stated, voice laced with flirtation.

“Shut it Jeon.” You scoffed.

“How long have you been playing basketball?” I asked another question, this time genuinely curious.

“Since middle school, I met Taehyung during tryouts.”

“Really? I don’t recall you and I going to the same middle school.”

“I moved shortly after, then in high school, I joined again.”

“What inspired you to play basketball? I mean there are so many other sports.”

“Um,” he thought for a moment before continuing to speak, “my senior, Min Yoongi really inspired me at first, I looked up to him. He was always so cool playing basketball,” he explained, “what about you? No sports?”

“Nah, never really the type to play sports. I liked volleyball and I used to play, when I was younger I’d play with Taehyung but he took interest in basketball more,” You answered. “Hmm, what about relationships? Is there someone you’re interested in?”

“Well, I have someone in mind but I don’t know if she likes me back.”

“Don’t worry, she’ll be stupid if she didn’t like you back.” You assured.

“Yeah, I guess, she doesn’t seem interested though,” he glanced at me before turning his gaze back on the road.

“So...what’s special about this girl?” You uttered out.

“She’s really cute and comfortable around me, she’s pretty open and very blunt, she’s also quite cruel towards me but that’s part of her charm,” he said with a shy smile.

“Seems like you pretty whipped for her,” You noted the way his eyes crinkled into crescent moons his dimples on display.

“I’m absolutely whipped for her,” he grinned with a soft voice, “what about you? Interested in someone?”

I pondered for a moment looking anywhere but him, “I, uh, I mean I have someone in mind, but I think he likes someone else,” I shrugged brushing it off. “Anyway. How long have you known this girl for?”

“Just a couple months,” he answered, “what about this boy? How special must this he be that you like him?”

“Quit overreacting Jeon,” You glanced over him making eye contact with each other for a split second before you turned your head away. “Keep your eyes on the road loser, you don’t wanna die before your game tomorrow.” He turned his head back with a sly smile.

“Come on, I’m waiting for you to tell me about this boy.”

Pretending to think for a moment you finally spoke, “he’s a pretty playful person and just someone fun to be around,” I snickered, “his humor isn’t dry either, I always get a good laugh from him.”

“Oh yeah? Who is it? I bet it’s Taehyung, you’re always laughing when he tells jokes.”

“What? No,” You denied, “but he’s a friend of Taehyung though, he also plays on your team.” Jungkook stayed quite nipping his lower lip.

“I think you should shoot you shot,” He replied after awhile.

“Shoot my what?”

“Your shot, you know, like confess your feelings for him.”

You laughed looking out the window, “that’s a stupid phrase.”

“But not a stupid idea,” Jungkook clicked his tongue, “I think I’ll shot my shot after the game tomorrow, it’ll be a good way to end my day.”

“Yeah? What if she rejects you? Ever thought about that loser?”

“If she does I’ll still be okay because at least I won the game,” he shrugged nonchalantly.

“What if you don’t win? Will you still do it?” You asked.

“Hmm, I doubt we’ll lose tomorrow, I’m pretty confident we’ll win.” You looked over his way with a small smile.

“You better kick their asses Jeon.”

~

“I didn’t realize there would be this much people.” You whispered setting myself in the front section sitting closer to the opposing teams side so you could get a better view of Taehyung and Jungkook playing.

Tae: Y/n where are you?

Tae: you forgot my jersey :(

Me: no I’m wearing it right now

Tae: we got new jerseys

Me: ugh tae, i’ll come right now

Tae: hurry game starts soon

Me: how come I wasn’t aware of this earlier?

Seen at 7:37pm

Confused you looked at his jersey you were wearing hurrying your steps towards the locker room.

“Goddammit Tae, you’re making me look like such a fool running on the court just to wear your jersey.” You mumbled under your breath.

He stood outside the room waving his hands at me like a happy child waving at a puppy on the sidewalk, he motioned me to walk his way as if you weren’t walking his direction in the first place.

“Here.” He said as he threw the jersey you way, landing on your face, grabbing the material.

“Wha- Taehyung it’s the same jersey I’m wearing, you really made me run across the court to wear your jersey that I’m already wearing?” You asked baffled.

“Just look at the backside. Also give your friend the one you’re wearing right now.” He whispered in my ear nudging my shoulder, signaling me to go back to my seat. The referee blew the whistle before you could say anything back.

Walking back to your seat taking Taehyung’s jersey you handed it to your friend who sat next to you.

“Taehyung wanted you to wear it.” You shrugged putting the other jersey on. It was slightly bigger than the other one otherwise wasn’t any different.

“That’s nice and all but why are you wearing Jungkook’s jersey? I thought Taehyung wanted you to wear his?” She replied slipping on the fabric over her head.

“What,” you croaked, “Jungkook’s? As in Jeon Jungkook?”

“Yeah, Jeon Jungkook, the jersey says Jeon, number 01.”

“Are you sure it says Jeon? Not Kim?”

“I think I can read four letters Y/n.” She replied taking her phone out snapping a photo, “look.”

Looking down at the phone you saw the number 01 instead of 31. “See, Y/n, it says Jeon, J E O N,” she spelt out, “you can see on the front of the jersey, the number is 01, that’s Jungkook’s number.”

You took out your phone texting Taehyung even though you knew he wasn’t going to see until it after the game.

Me: i hate you

Me: fucker

Delivered

The bell rang indicating that the game was finally starting. It started off smoothly Jungkook and Taehyung passing the ball to each other and throwing the in to hoop. The opposing team was good, they’re good at blocking, good at shooting hoops, good at defending but weren’t good working together, surly that’s an advantage to us right?

The game went on. The score was 46:48 and we were currently winning by two points.

Taehyung passed the ball to Jungkook who caught it with ease looking at my direction for a split second before the ball was stolen away from him.

“Come on Jeon. Stop getting so distracted.” You were starting to worry, they’re amazing players but so were the Tigers.

The Tigers currently had the ball, the player, same guy who took the ball away from Jungkook shot the ball and it went in. The score tying.

“Are you kidding me? He was traveling, he clearly took way more than three steps without dribbling!” You yelled ignoring the amount of people from the crowd who disagreed with me. The game went on as your heart continued to beat with every step Jungkook took. He was blocking the player who held the ball and right as he was about to shoot he’d pushed Jungkook down.

“What was that? That’s a foul! Referee you better blow your whistle right now or I’ll do it for you!” You shouted face twisting with anger catching Jungkook’s attention, his eyes met mine for the first time the night as he softly smiled, the exact same smile that night we were at Denny’s. You smiled back screaming his name giving two thumbs up.

“Go Jungkook!”

This was it. The score was tied again and Taehyung was the one who passed the ball to Jungkook. He caught the ball dribbling it in the opposite direction towards the opposing teams side.

With less then ten seconds left on the clock he searched in the crowd again our eyes locked the second time that night. He grinned turning his gaze back to the game with only three seconds on the clock he swiftly threw the ball with so much confidence and so much ease the ball was heading towards the hoop. Everything went in slow motion as he threw the ball.

And just like that, he missed the hoop.

The bell rang and the game was over. Disappointed, people left the building. You stayed back until almost everyone was gone finally deciding to go to the locker room where Jungkook and Taehyung were. You hung outside the locker room waiting for either one of them to come out. Taehyung came out first with a sad smile.

“Good game, you did amazing.” You nudged his shoulder watching as he smiled a bit.

“Thanks Y/n.” He said trying to smile again but failed to do so.

“Come here,” You pulled him into a hug, “don’t sulk too much, player 31’s waiting outside for you,” He pulled away from the hug confused, “but I’m player 31.”

“I know but who’s wearing your jersey right now Tae, go sulk to her instead.” You nudged him away from me his box smile finally returned as he rushed off outside not forgetting to wave bye to me.

You watched as boys slowly walked out of the locker room, Jungkook’s face still wasn’t visible.

“Coach, is Jungkook still in there?” You asked as he exited out the room.

“Poor kid is taking it hard on himself, I told him he can play next season but he refused to.” He answered shaking his head.

“Well, I’ll see you later then.” You said to him as he walked off. Opening the doors to the locker room you walking slowly towards Jungkook who sat on the bench playing with his fingers.

“Jungkook?” His eyes shot up at me as you walked closer towards him. He was changed into a dark gray hoodie with his hair parted in the middle. You sat next to him patting his back softly.

“I messed up, I ruined the whole game.” He whispered his head was hanging low, looking straight at the floor.

“Hey, come on, you and Taehyung basically carried your team the whole game, don’t be so hard on yourself because you missed one shot.” You comforted rubbing his back.

“Yeah, but this shot counted, and I missed.” He sighed throwing his head back groaning, “I messed everything up, I practiced so long and hard for this.”

“Come here you big baby.” You pulled him into a hug to which he gladly accepted placing his head on your shoulder.

“You all worked hard for this, I know you had a lot of pressure being the last person to shoot the ball but nobody’s dead right? You didn’t kill anyone for missing the hoop,” You reassured. He didn’t say anything for a short while before you decided to speak again.

“Do you wanna go on a date with me?” You asked, as he pulled away from the hug, looking at me with a blank stare.

“Of course,” he said with a toothy grin.

~

“Denny’s?” Jungkook snickered from the passengers seat.

“Wanna go somewhere else?” You suggested looking his way.

“No, Denny’s is great.” He looked back at me with a smile.

“Quit starting at me, it’s weird.”

“I love looking into your eyes, they give me a sense of comfort.” Jungkook informed with a soft gaze a smile spreading on your lips.

You parked the car near the entrance as Jungkook held open the door for you.

“Why thank you, I feel like a princess now,” You joked watching as Jungkook’s face beamed. “Should I call you princess now? Does that better sound than nerd?”

“I like both nicknames,” You teased with shrugged.

“A girl with taste, I love it.”

We sat down across each other not bothering to look at the menu already knowing what to order. Jungkook pat his pockets frantically, “I forgot my phone and wallet in the car can you give me your keys so I can get them?” He said voice laced with panic.

“I’ll pay.” You offered as his attention went back on me, “but I’m supposed to pay for the first date,” he pouted scrunching his nose.

“Fine, go get your phone and wallet.” You let in throwing him your keys from your pocket.

“Thanks,” he caught the keys with no effort, “oh, can you order for me too, you already know my usual.” You nodded and ushered him to go. As soon as he was out of your sight you waved for a waiter.

“Hey, I found my phone but some reason couldn’t find my wall- what is this?” He pointed at the table that had things off from the kids menu.

“Just sit down, I think the waiter mixed up our order.” He followed what you said raising his hand up as the same waiter from before came over.

“Um, excuse me, I think you might’ve mixed up our orders with someone else’s.” 

“No? This kind lady ordered off from the kids menu.” She replied as Jungkook cocked his head to the side looking back at me. “Did she now?” He said trying to refrain himself from grinning. The waitress left with an awkward smile as you covered your mouth with your hand trying to hide your laugh.

“You took my wallet didn’t you?” He poked his inner cheek with his tongue glancing down at the table before fixing his eye back up at me, as you slipped his wallet out from your pocket and onto the table sliding it his way.

“Don’t worry, I already payed.”

“When I told you to order for me I didn’t expect to get this,” he laughed, “Mini corn dogs with three chicken tenders? That’s all?”

“Ah, ah, ah,” you tsked, “don’t forget your Jr. Milkshake, oh,” You gasped, “Is that your Jr. Ice cream I see.” You pointed as the waitress set it down on the table. “Thank you ma’am.” You smiled at her turning your attention back to Jungkook who had a big grin on his face. He stretched his arms over the table fingers landing on both side of my cheeks pinching them softly. “Thank you,” he said as the grin on his face made you smile.

“Ouch Jungkook, you’re pinching too hard,” You said slapping his hands away, feeling a blush form on your cheeks.

“You’re just too cute,” he replied reaching to touch them again but you slapped his hand away. “Stop it.” This time you was the one frowning.

“Okay, okay, i’m sorry, let’s eat yeah?” He said picking up his mini corn dog and popping it in his mouth. He slowed his chewing, blinking his wide doe eyes at me.

“Do you...know anything about basketball? I heard you yelling in the crowd.” Jungkook snickered recalling the memory from earlier.

“Of course I do, who do you think taught Taehyung how to play.” You defended myself.

“Oh really?” Jungkook murmured amused.

“Yeah, of course.”

“How many players in a team?” He questioned.

“What is this? A speed quiz?” 

“Just answer the question princess.” Your cheeks felt hot at the pet name he called you along with the emmbarasent from not knowing anything about basketball.

You covered my face with your hand, blocking his view of me, ignoring how wide he grinned, “nine?”

“Fifteen.” He replied smirking.

“Alright, alright, I’m uncultured, I’m sorry.” I held up my hands defensively. He replied back with a smile, dimples and all.

“Fine, what about volleyball? How many players in a team?” 

“What? Now you’re quizzing me?” I nodded waiting for a response. ”9.” He replied with full confidence.

“12. If you’re including substitutes.”

“This is why I play basketball, and you play volleyball.” He chuckled.

“Hey, do you wanna trade my ice cream for your milkshake?” He asked his doe eyes staring deep into mine.

“Nah, your ice cream is melting, also it’s called a Jr. Milkshake and Jr. Ice cream, sir, please correct yourself.” I teased grinning.

He pouted crossing his arms together, “and to think I was gonna share my melted Jr. Ice cream with you.” He corrected himself crossing his arms together feeling betrayed.

“Aren’t you such a cutie, yeah you are.” I said in a baby voice squishing his cheeks together as he scrunched his nose smiling. I let go staying silent for a while admiring him.

“Let me take you to one more place.”

~

“I love this court. I didn’t know you knew about this place.” Jungkook’s face was plastered with happiness.

“I didn’t, I just noticed it when you took me back home from Denny’s that one night.” I replied opening my back trunk which was filled with unnecessary stuff. After searching for a bit I finally found my old basketball.

“Oh cool, I didn’t know you used to play.” Jungkook nodded impressed.

“I used to play a little with Taehyung and my dad. Obviously Taehyung followed the basketball route and I didn’t.”

“That explains who Taehyung learned basketball from.” He chuckled, I sheepishly nodded passing him the ball. He examined it briefly before walking to the court. He dribbled the ball a few times before shooting it in the hoop the ball falling in smoothly.

“I wish I shot it like that at the game,” he huffed running to pick up the ball from the floor. He kept shooting hoops as I watched from afar clapping every once in a while when he made it in. He turned his head my way with a smirk and a wink before shooting again and once more made it in.

“Come play with me, I’ll be much more fun than just standing there.” Jungkook was sweating and panting hard motioning me to come to him. I walked over to where he was standing which was in the middle of the court, he threw me the basketball.

“I’m a little rusty but I’ll give it a go,” I cocked my head to the side dribbling the ball a few times before aiming the ball to where the hoop was finally throwing it. A laugh left Jungkook’s lips as the ball went over the hoop. It was nice to hear him laugh but also embarrassing.

“You know what, let me try that again.” Jungkook ran for the ball and passed it my way. Once again I swiftly threw the basketball toward the hoop, and failing to make it in as it bounced on the rim. Jungkook laughed again running for the ball throwing it to me. Try after try I continued to miss each and every time I shot at the hoop.

“Hey don’t laugh, it’s not funny.” I pouted frowning with a sigh, "I give up."

“You said you were rusty at basketball not bad at it.” Jungkook joked. I scoffed throwing him my middle finger. 

“Ha, ha very funny, now come teach me how to shoot hoops or you’ll be the new target.”

His laugh turned into a small smile as he walked over to me standing behind my figure, I realized how significantly taller he was compared to me. 

“When you hold the ball to shoot make sure your dominant hand is behind the ball and your non dominant hand on the side of it.” He placed my right hand behind the ball and my left hand on the left side of the ball, “when you shoot the ball make sure you arms are bent as well as your knees, and when you’re ready to shoot straightened them both,” I nodded slowly mentally taking notes in my head as he guided me through the steps of throwing the basketball. I followed all the advice Jungkook gave and threw the ball.

“And you missed,” he chuckled softly, “I think you’ll have a better chance shooting your shot than hoops,” Jungkook grinned passing me the ball once again.

I threw the ball straight at him the ball bounced off his arm as he groaned in pain rubbing the sore spot.

“There, I shoot my shot.” I yelled at him smiling widely. He smirked before throwing the ball back at me with a soft grunt but instead of letting it hit me I caught it.

“I shoot my shot too, I think she like me but I don’t know.” Jungkook shouted with a shrug cheekily smiling.

"Don’t worry, she does likes you back." I shouted back using the things Jungkook taught me and ignoring it all shooting at the hoop, and sure enough I made it in. Jungkook stood there with a proud smile as a loud gasp left my mouth. “Did you see that? It was amazing!”

“You’re just full of surprises today.” Jungkook said with a proud smile walking over towards me clapping his hands together.

“Shut up Jeon.” I pulled him into a tight hug looking up at him, he hugged back kissing my forehead. 

“I’m absolutely whipped for you,” he whispered. I cupped his face pressing my lips onto his, with zero hesitation he kissed back deepening the kiss, his lips were so soft, and tasted like the milkshake I shared with him earlier. We pulled away panting heavily placing our foreheads together not saying anything, just enjoying each others company. 

Jungkook snaked his arms around my figure, bending down nuzzling his head on the crook of my neck placing small kisses all over as my arms wrapped around his nape playing with the back of his hair.

“Did know Taehyung was in on all of this?” Jungkook chuckled, “actually he’s the one who planned all of this. “I never realized you were wearing my jersey until now. He told me he was gonna switch it out with his but you were already wearing his." He sheepishly laughed.

“That little fucker, I love him.” I smiled content.

“You’re such a loser Jeon,” I chuckled softly, “and i’m definitely whipped for you.” 

“Even though I lost today doesn’t mean you get to call me a loser, my pride is hurting.” He continued sprinkling pepper kisses on my neck with his arms wrapped tightly around my waist.

“At least tonight, instead of the game you won me right?”