freckles

* chapter one hundred and twenty three *

UHM??? so it's three hours later (from the fluff version) cause my sister made me watch like four episodes with her and wouldn't let me leave. It's currently midnight but i ain't no little bitch so imma write this shit and listen to this new song i've been waiting for forever to drop.

Layla laid in Claudette's arms, waking up before her precious mother. Layla didn't sleep too good. Normally she slept her best when she was with Claudette, but not tonight apparently.

But that's okay. Claudette was home with them, so everything was okay. Eliot was on the pillow. Ana was on the other side of Claudette, and Layla was here. One big happy family.

They were in another spare room right now because Claudette is still doing renovations to her room, but it was coming along nicely.

It's been about two weeks and Claudette has made it on three more front covers.

Yes, the boys framed all three. They're on the kitchen counter actually.

Their two months was a few days ago and it was same old same old. Exciting, but it was just another day after. No sex, no full days with each other eaither. Everyone had work and only got phone calls and texts during the day, and a snowball fight in the park.

RIght! It snowed last week and it hasn't melted yet, so plenty of snow was around. Ana was having the time of her life, Eliot wanting to fight every climb of snow, Layla just laying in it.

But the next exciting thing was Jin's birthday.

... Right?

somewhere in Paris?

"Bonjour." She smiled sweetly, stomping her feet on the mat right when you walked in. "It's quite a cold day."

"Yes it is Mademoiselle." The shop owner who knew her well smiled from behind the counter, cleaning off a mug. "Your usual?"

"Yes please." She smiled, taking her normal seat, taking her hat off her head, letting her curls explode from beneath. "Good day, what a good day." She pulled out her book from her bag, opening it up to her bookmark.

The Miss got her coffee, all cozy in the corner of the little cafe, reading away for the next hour, a daily routine. She left the same tip every day, and paid the same amount of every day.

This was her constant and she would never give it up.

Never say never.

She pulled her hat back on, the book in her bag as she stepped outside into the cold again, lifting her eyes to check the people around her. Why not look at the newsstand today. She was curious for once.

The Miss froze once she saw the poster for the fashion magazine.

"It's... me?"

The Miss touched the poster gently, studying the girl on the front page. The hair was the same, the lips, the nose... Yes this girl looked much younger than her but-

The Miss took a step back, her heart stopping.

"Freckles."

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Claudette's phone rang, her in the shower. Lucky for her, Hoseok was in her room, giving Ana an airplane ride.

"Claudette's phone, how can I help?" He answered with a smile, Henry's name on the caller ID.

"I have urgent news." Henry spoke quickly. "Extremely urgent."

"I-I can take a message?" Hoseok set Ana down, a bit taken aback by the words and tone.

"We think we know where Claudette's mom is."

despaCito

anyways i'm tired and this seems like a good spot to stop so there you go!

your friendly reminder that i'm obsessed with a fic of mine called 'wait for me' and i've already cried over it twice. cried over the love in the book ahaha cause that form of love is my dream

ANYWYAS

i also have a fic called 'fourteen hours' and its a giant angst book with a lot of bittersweet moments and some fluff with a big sprinkle of crack

oh and the song was 'one more i love you' by alex warren. tbh, it wasn't the best song in the world but it's hella good and the dude wrote it when he was 15. you should also check out his tiktok account!

alright that's all the announcements for me today! much love!

drink lots of water and eat plenty!