chapter seventeen.

(say the name)

can you hear, my heartbeat?
tired of feeling never enough,
I close my eyes and tell myself
that my dreams will come true—

Can I just like, appreciate yuri on ice before we get to the chapter? The 💙 is an indicator of the end and beginning of this appreciation if you'd like to skip it.

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This one- this one really got me

Also, my dude, my man, my husband.

Yuri on ice is great, even though it's over-hyped, I really recommend it. I'm waiting for a season two what the heck. Okay here's your chapter lmao.

(I liked Yuri on ice before I knew bts woah.)

( I've known bts for like a year and almost two months now.)

2020 edit:
wow so i was obsessed with yoi PFF
nothing has changed

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Myung greeted the man who arrived at their door on a sunny Sunday morning. He looked presentable to Myung, his daughter hugged his leg that was clothed with loose black suit pants. He looked like he was here for a serious reason, which technically he was. His daughter had brown hair that grew to her shoulders, a little past that. She looked well, not ill whatsoever. Myung presumed the man was not lying.

"We are so excited to see Taehyung, aren't we Camille?" He asked, draping an arm lazily around the young girl and bringing her forward. The girl nodded frantically, her almost black eyes bleak and dull. She had silver earrings stuck through her small ears and hanging as hoops.

"Yes yes!" She cheered, bouncing on the balls of her feet. Her hair bounced up and down along with her miniature body. Her cheeks were flushed as she giggled softly, like a melody. "I wanna see the doggy."

Myung nodded, children always made her happy. She ushered the two inside, making room for them as they walked through the door. "He should be upstairs, probably cleaning something. You know hybrids, their obsessiveness to cleaning things."

"Myung, who are these people?" Jungkook asks, running a hand through his hair as he eyed them with curiosity, Hoseok bounded up to his best friend and linked their arms together.

"Auntie Myung, Jungkook said I couldn't have a cookie from the cookie jar. Can I please please please please have one? My mama said it was okay for me to have one. I swear I'm not hyper after having sugar." He whined, looking at his friend with a sad pout.

"No, Myung, he's crazy when he has sugar. I remember once at lunch we were given these little cakes and he ate mine, Yugyeom's, Baekhyun's, Taemin's, Seulgi's, and mine! He was bouncing off the walls. He almost ate Rose and Jennie's, but Rose defended Jennie's plate with her life." Jungkook snickered, seeming to forget about the man who stood there with his daughter, kind of awkwardly.

"Jungkook, Hoseok, can't you see we have a guest? We need to show respect. Of course Hoseok can have a cookie. I'm not his friend, who has to deal with his sugar spike. But really kids, let's be respectful to our guests." Myung reminded quickly, nudging Hoseok to the kitchen and turning back to her guests.

Jungkook back hugged Myung, watching as she engaged in a conversation with them, talking about Camille and how her illness was taking it's course and that she wanted a puppy. Nothing she hadn't heard before, nonetheless she listened. Jungkook did notice something about the little girl though, when her father spoke of her illness, she looked so confused. As she had never heard of the illness, or that she had it. It made him wonder if he was really telling the truth.

"Okay, Jungkook could you go get Taehyung for me?" Myung asked gently, forcefully removing her adoptive son from her waist.

"Yeah, okay."

Jungkook ran upstairs and into his hybrid's room to retrieve him. When he entered, it was a strange sight. Taehyung had managed to put his sweater on backwards, his pants on inside out. He looked like a hot mess.

"Uhm, Taehyung? Need some help there?"

Taehyung spun around quickly, eyes meeting Jungkook's in a panic. "Oh hi master! I was trying to put my favorite sweater on and I was in a rush. I heard the knocking and I panicked. Can you help me?" He mumbled, almost sounding embarrassed, which Jungkook labelled as cute.

Jungkook neared him, lifting the taffy colored sweater over his head and turning it around. "I can't believe you managed to put your pants on inside out. Were you not dressed before they got here?" He asked, making Taehyung's cheeks turn flushed, a shade of pink; blush.

"W-well I was just y'know, air drying is all." He admitted shamefully.

"You took a shower like, two hours ago. You should've been dried by then." He giggled, now turning the hybrid's pants the right way before letting him put them back on regularly. "But thats okay, I found it cute."

Taehyung wagged his white fluffy tail, proud of himself for making Jungkook smile so wide. He dragged him along, his tail wrapping around Jungkook's wrist as he hurriedly pulled him down the stairs.

He saw Myung with the man at the door still, and his heart dropped when the man looked up.

"Hyuk?"