EVERLASTING(?) || the sequel

with caution

(2013; mikey's 23)

relentless kicking, punching, you name it was just a normal sunday to mikey's girlfriend, y/n. and that just applied to waking him up. as young as they were, mikey and y/n chose to move in together as soon as they turned 20. and oh, how she regretted it because that girl had tried absolutely everything to wake the gremlin up everyday. and this morning wasn't any easier.

she hit him with the pillow, pulled the blanket off of him, threw cold water over his face, yelled into his ears, and even went as far as repeating a loud sound effect of a police siren to him. it was all to wake him up but her mission was all to no avail.

the bitch didn't even bat an eye.

so she dragged him to the bathroom to brush his teeth and then dragged him back downstairs to feed himself, even if he was half asleep the whole time.

"why did you wake me up?!" mikey groaned while slamming his head against the table. y/n watched him as he did so with a nonchalant look on her face. "i was having a good dream! one with baji and rina--" she furrowed her eyebrows, waiting for him to further his explanation. "--getting married!"

y/n rolled her eyes and sighed loudly. "they broke up like 6 years ago. get over it, mikey." she told him with a tired tone. but his head still remained on the table and y/n couldn't tell if he was annoyed or sleeping. "trust me, i did not want to wake you up either, you waste my time. but give me a break, you're the one who requested to go to the beach at the crack of dawn." y/n said exaggeratedly.

mikey's head sprung from the table, his jaw wide open for those to see he's clearly offended. "the beach?! no way in hell." he pointed a finger at his girlfriend, "i was wasted! i hate the beach and you know it!"

y/n scanned his face for any hint of a punch-line coming along but no, he was actually serious. "you go to the beach like everyday!" she replied.

"yeah, for one reason! and that is.." mikey waved his hand around and ushered for her to continue.

she sighed exasperatedly and clicked her tongue, "sandcastles. i know! but you'll get to see me in a bikini! isn't that like your dream coming true?" y/n said and after that, mikey leaned back on the dining chair while biting on his spoon. a pout very visible on his lips as he crossed his arms. "and!!! we get to see baji, mitsuya, pah-chin, draken, emma. our friends!"

mikey rolled his eyes and tried to fight back the smile growing on his lips. so he shook his head around like a child, "i guess it wouldn't hurt if i went to that godawful place for a day." he sighed stubbornly even if he was getting excited.

y/n grinned at his response. "you guess it wouldn't hurt for one day." she repeated it in happiness as she stood up from her seat and made her way over to the sink.

"yeah." mikey beamed when she turned around. but then remembered what he hated so much about the godforsaken beach. "but!! you won't catch me stepping into the waters or so help me god, i will unleash poseidon on you, got that?" he stood up abruptly and, yet again, pointed at her.

y/n sighed and placed her empty cereal bowl into the dishwasher. "yes, mikey. i won't let the salt tickle your feet."

he smiled softly. "good." mikey dropped his hand and walked over to his girlfriend of 8 years. he wrapped his arms around her waist and placed his sharp chin on her shoulder. "and wear that bikini too. i liked the idea." he kissed the space between her shoulder and neck, walking away right after doing that.

so.. she did.

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"after you, hottums." y/n ushered towards the enterance of the beach politely.

they finally made it to the beach at 11 am, as she said 'the crack of dawn'. why did mikey choose the time of the day where the sun is practically burning you to a crisp to go to the beach, you may ask? who knows. "no no," mikey waved his hands as a no like a british monarch or something. "after you, misexylady."

y/n reached her arm out and bent it for him to hook his arm on hers, so he did. "we are gonna be the hottest people on the beach." she tilted her head.

"for sure-- no, don't look!" mikey placed his right hand over her eyes hastily when he noticed the specimen of god himself. he was like a supermodel on coke and that was a sight mikey didn't want y/n to peek at.

"what?!" y/n took two of mikey's finger in each hand and made a gap big enough for her to see through, even if mikey was trying so hard to clench his fingers together. but, then she noticed a woman looking like a supermodel on fucking steroids and as much as she wanted to look at her herself, she couldnt possibly let mikey see that. "don't look!" she covered mikey's eyes with her left hand.

the couple were now standing there awkwardly while their hands covered their eyes in the middle of the entrance. "okay, how do we walk?" mikey asked.

y/n had to think for a second before taking a step forward. "proceed with caution. i repeat, proceed with caution." y/n said as they started to walk cautiously through the beach while their other hands were waving around to not bump into anything. they looked like maniacs, let me tell you.

one, two, three minutes had passed and the two were still going at it. not until mikey gave up and plopped down on the floor, his hand still covering y/n's eyes. "mikey, get up." she grabbed at his other hand.

"i can't. this is too hard."

"i'll make out with you later."

"but you know what?" mikey stood up heroically. "we're the fucking leaders of toman and sohaya, and this just might be the defining moment of our lives. so let's march through this shit beach and return to our friends."

and with that, they walked across with difficulties. some of them being tripping on thin air, nearly stepping on a hermit crab, and touching many, many half bare bodies while apologizing. but this time, y/n didn't apologize when she touched a pec she recognized.

"wait." ignoring the questions on why they stopped from mikey, y/n reached her hand out to touch the person's hair. it was short and soft, so just to make sure she trailed her hand down to his ear and just as she suspected-- "mitsuya!"

she dropped her hand and so did mikey. and there they were in all their glory, all the founding members - kazutora but + emma.

they had all changed in the past 8 years. especially mikey. he had cut his hair to reach just above his nape in layers and was now sporting a half-up, half down man bun. oh, how delighted y/n was. "what the fuck are you two doing?" mitsuya grimaced.

"shut the fuck up." mikey retorted. totally not because y/n had kissed mitsuya before and now she was half naked infront of him. no, what?!