A/N RAIN DANCE IDEA GOES TO ashley02111 THAKN YOU FOR AN AMZING IDEA
JAY-JAY POV
I opened my mouth to say something—anything—but he beat me to it.
"Be honest… you missed this," he said.
I blinked. "Missed what?"
His smirk was instant. Teasing. Shameless. The kind that made my stomach flip even though I pretended it didn't.
"Missed my lips on yours."
My face heated so fast I swear it could've powered the whole house.
"Keifer—" I started, but my voice cracked like a teenager's.
He leaned in just a little, eyes locked on mine, that stupid smirk softening into something warmer. Something that made my heart do a weird, painful somersault.
"You did," he murmured. "I can tell."
I shoved him away immediately, heat rushing to my face.
"Shut up. When are we leaving?"
Keifer leaned back on his hands, completely unbothered by the fact that I'd just pushed him like he was a malfunctioning appliance.
"Well," he said, dragging out the word, "the kids said we can't go home until tomorrow."
I stared at him.
He stared back, fighting a smile.
"So," he continued, shrugging casually, "we're stuck here."
I groaned and fell back onto the bed.
"Of course we are."
Then—out of nowhere—
Keifer bent down, wrapped his arms around my waist, and buried his face against me.
And he started to cry.
"Keifer…" I whispered, unsure, startled.
He didn't answer.
He didn't even try.
He just kept crying—quiet, shaking breaths that hit deeper than any words could.
I bent down instinctively, my arms wrapping around him. The moment I did, he pulled me closer, burying his face into the curve of my neck like he was trying to hide from the world.
His grip tightened around my waist, desperate, trembling.
"Keifer…" I tried again, softer this time.
Nothing.
Just the sound of him breaking against me.
He kept crying for a long time—longer than I'd ever seen him lose control.
Longer than I ever thought he could.
Then—
"I'm sorry, Jay… for everything I did to you," he whispered, voice shaking.
My breath caught.
"I know what I did was wrong. That night… and that day."
His fingers tightened on my waist.
"Because of me, you had to raise three kids on your own for four fucking years and—"
He didn't finish because I silenced him with a kiss
He froze
But then—he replied to the kiss.
I pulled back, breath still unsteady, and rested my forehead against his.
"Forget about what happened the last four years, Keifer," I whispered.
His eyes widened just a little—hopeful, scared, unsure.
"Does that mean you forgive me?" he asked, voice barely above a breath.
"No."
His face fell for half a second before I continued.
"You have to earn it."
A slow smile spread across his face—relieved, grateful, almost boyish.
He nodded.
"Then I will."
I smiled at the sight—Keifer still sitting there, eyes soft, guilt slowly melting into something warmer.
Then thunder rumbled in the distance.
A second later, the rain started.
"Keifer, let's go outside," I said, grabbing his wrist.
He blinked. "But… it's raining."
"That's the point."
Before he could argue, I pulled him with me and pushed the door open.
The rain hit me instantly—cold, heavy, drenching me from head to toe in seconds. My clothes clung to my skin, my hair dripping down my face.
Keifer stepped out behind me, and the rain soaked him just as fast.
He gasped at the cold, but I just closed my eyes and let it wash over me.
"May I have this dance with you?" he asked.
I stared at him. "There is no music."
But he didn't care.
He grabbed me gently, his hands sliding to my waist like it was the most natural thing in the world. And before I could even think, my hands went to his neck—automatically, instinctively, like my body already knew where it belonged.
He pulled me a little closer, eyes locked on mine, the storm reflecting in them.
Then he started to sing.
"Ikaw ang miss universe ng buhay ko"
"Ilang beses ko ba namang sasabihin sa 'yo"
"Sa piling mo'y tanggal ang lumbay"
Not just any song.
Our song.
The one he sang for me in high school — the one where he called me his Miss Universe
"Ni kasiyahan walang kapantay"
"Ikaw ang miss universe ng buhay ko"
"Ikaw ang miss universe ng buhay ko"
His voice blended with the rain, warm and steady
"Ilang beses ko ba naman sasabihin sa 'yo"
"Sakit ng ulo'y tanggal bigla"
"Sa piling mo'y lungkot nawawala"
We started to move, slow and clumsy, our feet splashing in puddles as he guided me. His hands stayed firm on my waist, mine looped around his neck like muscle memory.
Every word he sang hit deeper than it did back then.
"Ikaw ang miss universe ng buhay ko"
"Aanhin ko ang ganda ng iba"
"Maduduling lang ang aking mga mata"
standing there in the rain, soaked and shaking and held together by him, it felt like the past and present were finally meeting in the same heartbeat.
"Butas pa ang bulsa
At diba sabi ng mga matatanda
Ingat lang tayong mga bata
Kagandahan tulad ng suwerte nawawala
Ikaw ang miss universe ng buhay ko
Ilang beses ko ba naman uulitin sa 'yo
Malinaw na malinaw ngayon at anumang araw
Ikaw ang miss universe ng buhay ko
Ikaw ang miss universe ng buhay ko"
He finished the last line softly, almost like a confession.
Just like before.
But this time… it meant more.
Even after he finished singing, we kept dancing—slow, unhurried, like the rain itself was guiding us.
"Like my singing?" he asked, a teasing smile tugging at his lips. "This was your favorite song in high school."
"It still is," I said, my voice barely above the sound of the rain.
His hands tightened gently on my waist, pulling me a little closer.
We just smiled at each other—small, quiet smiles
We finally stopped dancing and stepped back inside the house, water dripping everywhere.
"Go and change. You're drenched, you might get sick," he said, shaking his hair like a wet dog, droplets flying everywhere.
I raised an eyebrow. "What about you?"
"I'll change after you," he said casually… then added with a smirk, "but we can change together to save time."
I stared at him.
He stared back, completely unbothered.
"Keifer," I said slowly, "that's not saving time. That's you being—"
"Efficient," he cut in, nodding like he was giving a TED Talk.
His smirk softened into something warmer.
"Go on, Jay. I'll wait."
I rolled my eyes but went to the room anyway. The moment I opened the closet, I froze.
Everything inside was new.
My size.
Perfect fit.
Down to the underwear.
I held up a bra and stared at it like it had personally offended me.
"He restocked yesterday… didn't he," I muttered under my breath.
I grabbed the clothes and changed quickly, still trying to process the fact that he somehow knew my exact sizes after four years.
"That pervert," I whispered, cheeks heating despite myself.
A tiny part of me wasn't even surprised.
Because this was Keifer.
Too observant for his own good.
I slipped into a pair of pajamas—soft, loose, comfortable.
When I stepped back into the hallway, still towel‑drying my hair, Keifer came out of another room at the same time.
Of course there were other rooms.
This house was huge.
But somehow, he still managed to walk out at the exact same moment as me.
He was in a plain shirt and sweatpants, hair dripping, water still sliding down his neck. He looked…
So ho—
Ugly.
Yup. Ugly.
Hideous.
Disgusting.
Revolting.
Keep it together, Jay.
Stay strong.
Do NOT acknowledge the arms.
Do NOT acknowledge the jawline.
Do NOT acknowledge the fact that wet hair should NOT look that good on a human being.
I cleared my throat and looked away so fast I almost snapped my neck.
He raised an eyebrow. "You okay?"
"Perfect," I said, voice cracking like a cheap plastic toy.
He smiled — slow, knowing, dangerous.
I glared at him.
Ugly.
So ugly.
Then he walked straight into the kitchen like he owned the place.
"Are you hungry?" he asked.
I opened my mouth to answer, but—
"Of course you are," he said immediately, already reaching for a pan.
I blinked. "You didn't even let me—"
"You're always hungry, Jay," he said, completely matter‑of‑fact, like he was stating a scientific law. "I don't need to ask."
He set the pan on the stove, pushing his wet hair back with one hand, water still dripping down his neck.
I crossed my arms. "You know, you could at least pretend to wait for my answer."
He glanced over his shoulder, smirking. "Why? I already know it."
I rolled my eyes, but my stomach growled at the worst possible moment.
His smirk widened.
"See?" he said. "Told you."
"Do you need any help?" I asked.
"Sure." He handed me a cutting board and a pile of vegetables, so I followed him into the kitchen.
"Here—just cut these," he said, passing them to me.
I started chopping, the steady rhythm filling the quiet.
Then Keifer spoke. "Aries asked me when he could meet you."
"Tell him never," I said, the knife hitting the board a little faster.
"What about Section E?" he asked.
I didn't answer. I just kept cutting.
"Jay, please," he said softly. "I'm the one who made the mistake. Don't punish Section E for it."
I sighed.
"Why don't you talk to Keigan?" I asked.
He frowned. "What are you talking about? I do talk to him."
"Not like you talk to Keiran," I said, glancing at him. "Why don't you talk to him the same way?"
He hesitated, shoulders tensing.
"Because, Jay… if it wasn't for him and Yuri, we wouldn't be here right now," he said quietly.
I kept cutting the vegetables, jaw tight. "If you couldn't forgive your own brother, then how do you expect me to forgive Section E… and Aries… and Kuya Angelo?"
"Well, you forgave me," he said.
"I gave you a chance. There's a difference."
"Then why can't you give them a chance too?" he asked, voice soft but stubborn.
I slammed the knife down a little harder than necessary.
"Cook before I—"
He turned around immediately, hands up like I was holding him at gunpoint instead of a vegetable knife.
"Okay, okay! I'm cooking!" he said, scrambling back to the stove.
I narrowed my eyes at him.
He grabbed the spatula like it was a shield. "Jay, put the knife down. You're scaring me."
"I'm not even doing anything," I said, chopping calmly.
"That's the scary part," he muttered under his breath.
I shot him a look.
He straightened instantly. "I mean—thank you for helping. Very appreciated. Please don't stab me."
I rolled my eyes, but the corner of my mouth twitched.
He saw it.
And of course, he smiled.
We finished cooking dinner and carried everything to the table—pasta still steaming, garlic bread warm and buttery. The whole kitchen smelled like comfort, like something familiar we hadn't had in years.
Keifer set the pan down and wiped his hands on a towel. "Not bad," he said, glancing at me with that small, quiet smile he only ever used when he was trying not to show too much.
I sat down across from him, still in my pajamas, still pretending I wasn't starving.
He slid the bowl of pasta toward me. "Eat."
I raised an eyebrow. "Bossy."
"Hungry," he corrected, pointing at me like he had a whole research paper to back it up.
I rolled my eyes but took a bite anyway.
He sat down across from me and started eating too, twirling his fork like he was trying to look casual. He wasn't. He kept glancing at me—subtle, but not subtle enough.
The pasta was good.
Annoyingly good.
Like he made it specifically to shut me up.
I took another bite.
He smirked. "Good?"
I glared at him over my fork. "I didn't say anything."
"You didn't have to," he said, leaning back in his chair like he'd already won.
I kicked him under the table.
He didn't even flinch—just kept eating, smiling like an idiot.
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💙🔥 AUTHOR'S NOTE 🔥💙
What do you guys want to see in the next chapter 😭🔥✨
PLEASE COMMENT because your ideas literally keep this story alive 😌💙
Alsoooo I might not be able to post for the next 3 days 😭💀
I'm going out with my family to visit my dad's friend who lives 9 HOURS AWAY
Yes.
NINE.
HOURS.
IN A CAR. 😭🚗💀🌪️
So fun, right? Just me… trapped… for 9 hours… with my brother 😭🔥🤦♀️ (BTW yes I do have a brother 😭💙✨)
ANYWAY Please comment what you want next chapter to be about so when I come back I can drop CHAOS immediately 😌🔥💙
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HOW MANY OF YOU GUYS WATCHED SECTION E EP 5 CAUSE I DID 😭🔥✨
Let me TELL YOU… Jay's jealousy had me SCREAMING 😭🤭🔥
Like Keifer talks before punching she punches and then walks out 😌💙
And poor Honey 😭💀
Keifer told her to make Jay jealous and she tried her BEST… But the way it BACKFIRED on her nose in the end 😭🤦♀️✨
ALSOOOO
How many of you were ready to throw hands at Yuri because he kept making Jay cry 😭💔
Like sir… STOP.
ENOUGH.
GO BACK TO JAPAN😭🔥
And don't even get me started on Yuri's mom 😭💀
Why was she talking to Jay with SO MUCH attitude for NO REASON
Like ma'am… calm down 😭✨
Anyways please to comment