the seven husbands of y/n l/n ✷ gi

in which there are promises

"Do you think you'll ever leave Cheklain?" 

Capitano paused briefly; collecting his words as he summed up a cooly, "Most likely. But, I do plan on finishing any work needed to be done here first." 

"Where would you go?" 

Despite the urge to utter a witty response, Capitano swallowed such notions as he instead responded in silence.

'Wherever you go.'

"Don't you have the play?" echoed Capitano nonchalantly, his message hanging in the air, "If you leave the kids the other adults will despise you even more." 

Y/N chuckles with satire, seemingly dropping the subject, "Sometimes I can't believe we are yet to be adults," her voice dims slightly as she continues, "To think you can be a 'teacher' at sixteen." 

"You may not be the most qualified teachers," remarked Capitano as Y/N responded with a dramatic hand on her chest, "... but, any teacher is better than none. Especially here." 

"Such wise words," declared Y/N who appeared unfazed by his message, however, Capitano knew better. 

Capitano merely emitted a baritone chuckle, Y/N was right, childhood was comprised of bottomless hunger and frosted windows while youth was as fickle as the moon's reflection on swaying waters. 

"Come, we must get going," Capitano turned his body in the opposite direction, "We can't be late to your first and perhaps last performance," he jested plainly. 

However, Y/N did not twitch her finger or shift her head, rather, she bent down; grabbing a handful of bitter snow. 

"What are you-" 

Before Capitano could reply, the soft thud of a snowball smacking his face served as a tactful interjection. Snow fluttered onto his eyelashes while it scattered across his sculpted face: an expression of brazen bewilderment and genuine surprise formed on his face. In fact, his disposition was rather dazed. 

However, admits the collection of thought, Y/N's airy laughter floated into the air while a toothy grin grew on her face with instant readiness; glimmering as the tonnage of a dawning night lightens with each full breath. 

"Look at you! I completely caught you-" 

A similar snowball hit Y/N's already chilled face, her scarf slipping off her shoulder slightly while her mouth was opened agape. 

"Hey! That was my move!" 

Capitano scoffed in teasing satire as a grin rapidly grew on his face: suppression absent as chuckles and giggles echoed in the frosty air. Increasingly warm despite the sting of glacial fantasies. 

It wouldn't hurt to give in, just this once. 

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CAPITANO MADE A PROMISE.

Not to the world and its elusive schemes or to the heart of man which bleeds rivers of fallacy. Rather, he promised himself what is beyond the beating hands and hearts of his poverty: honorability and righteousness to which tactic and adroitness are the keys to survival- as it has always been. 

The rat may be belittled by its peers, nevertheless, with cunning ease, it shall prevail: underground possessing intel that some would die for. 

Nevertheless, as the two tumbled in snow-filled plains- rosy cheeks and animated grins which aroused in the 'never-ending days' of 'youth'- Capitano's only goal was to see who could throw the most snow. 

"Hey! You got some in my mouth!" exclaimed Y/N through hearty laughs, her cheeks aching and throat sore, "Give me a break!" 

Capitano, who merely grabbed more snow, chuckled as he remarked teasingly, "Sure..." 

Under the canopy of a dawning night: Capitano sprints up to Y/N who emitted a frisky yelp as she attempted to sprint through the thick snow: her frayed socks soaking wet while Capitano's seemingly 'blasé' eyes lit aflame absent of restriction. 

"Capitano wait-" heaves Y/N through pants, "There's a hill-"

Y/N abruptly stops; tripping over her own feet as Capitano collides with her, snow brushing up into the air like the dust of angels. 

Thus, Capitano instinctively latches onto Y/N as the two tumble and roll down the barren white hill. Giggles and frisky yelps reach the air all while Y/N's hands grasp onto Capitano's arms: beating into his skin. Capitano's rapidly growing hair comically tussles in his own face along with the snow which latches onto his eyelashes. 

From afar, it would seem the two rolled down the hill like logs... grasping onto each other like their own penniless lives depended on it. 

In one swift moment, the two found themselves at the very bottom of the hill. Eyes swirling in circles while laughter erupted from their stomachs absent of care. 

Their faces were now mere inches apart... Capitano finding himself on top of her: the warmth of their breath tenderly caressing each other's frosted complexions. 

NOTES FROM KYLE !

I like this chapter! Reminds me of winters where I live >>>

Ty for all your support!!

Btw, kinda wanna hear ya'll's predictions... who do you think her other husbands are??