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feelbokkie · 11 months

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📱Texting BFF!SKZ “What are we?” (Part 2) (Maknae Line)📱

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genre: heavy angst, hurt/comfort, some fluff

pov: 1st & 2nd person

description: After receiving mixed signals from bff!skz you tried to figure out what the hell you are. After that blew up, they have to figure their shit out (Half smau, half written) (screenshots for recapping) (unedited)

pairing: maknae line bff!skz & fem!reader

warnings: swearing, friendship break up, mentions of violence, alcohol (drink responsibly), reader is kissed without consent (Seungmin and Jeongin), reader is also minorly touched without consent (Seungmin)

word count: listed below

screenshot count: 6

Part 1

Part 2 (Hyung Line)

한 지 성 (Han Ji-Sung) (822 words)

When you walked into work this afternoon, Jisung was sitting in your section. You hadn't seen him since last week and you hadn't talked to him since your small argument last night. You had gotten so pissed off that you blocked his number and the numbers of the rest of the kids just in case. You were glad that he didn't camp outside of your apartment all night. You would have actually felt sorry for him.

You walk right past him and head straight into the backroom to get ready for your shift at the restaurant. Why did he have to come to your job? Everyone knows him, not only as Han from Stray Kids, but as your friend. No doubt one of your coworkers saw him walk in and immediately sat him in your section, you didn't have time to warn them that you wanted nothing to do with him.

"Please give me a different section. I'll do anything." You beg your manager when she walks into the back room.

"No," He doesn't even face you as he rejects your request.

"But--"

"If this is about your friend, he's been here since opening and has been ordering nothing but water waiting for you. I want him out too but I can't kick him out, the last thing we need is bad press from kicking out an idol. He promised to make a scene if I did." He explains, handing you the list from the waitress you were taking over for.

You scoff at the idea of Jisung's socially anxious ass being that bold. You roll your eyes and force yourself out on the floor. You first make your rounds to the tables in your sections that were already in the process of being served by your coworker to introduce yourself. You help customers as you make your rounds by grabbing them utensils or anything else they ask for before you have no choice to go to Jisung's table, your manager saw that you were avoiding him and threatened to fire you.

"Hi, welcome to Happy Star, I'm your waitress Y/N, can I start you off with something to drink?" You avoid eye contact, focusing on your notepad instead.

"Y/N--"

"Yes, sir."

"That's hot, but--"

"Would you like another glass of water sir? To cool you off, perhaps?" You offer him a fake smile, still avoiding eye contact.

"I'll have a cola." He hesitates, debating if you would actually pour water on him in a crowded restaurant.

"Perfect, I'll bring that right out. Were you ready to order or did you still need a few minutes?" Your tone is dead. You want to get this over with and have him leave.

"I ordered a cola, is that not enough? I really need to talk to you."

"I'll ask you again when I bring your drink out." You fake smile at him one more time before putting his order in and attending your other tables.

Jisung attempts to flag you down multiple times as you worked around your other tables. The contrast in how you treated your other patrons compared to Jisung was laughable. Any onlooker would be appalled by your hospitality towards him.

The busyness finally dying down again, you finally grab Jisung's drink and bring it to his table. You wish you could slam it down so he could get the message, but you know that'll only cause a mess that you'll have to clean up. Instead, you place the cup as far away from him as possible. You place a straw on the table and pull out your notepad again.

"I know what I want," Jisung states before you could say anything.

"Perfect, sir. What can I get you started with?" You sigh.

"You,"

"Excuse me?"

"I said I want you."

"I am not on the menu. Let me give you a few more minutes to look again." He grabs your to stop you from leaving, forcing you to finally look at him.

"Y/N, I figured my shit out and I want you. I want to be with you." Your breath catches in your throat and your heart starts pounding hard in your chest. Hope, he's giving me hope.

"Ji, I want to have this conversation with you. I really do, but I'm at work right now and my boss is already upset with you. So just order something and leave. We'll talk after my shift."

"Why not during your break?" He whines, wide-eyed like a puppy whose been scolded.

"Something tells me that we might need more than the 45 minutes I'm allowed."

"What time are you off?"

"I get off at 8 today."

"Okay, I can wait 8 hours. I made you wait for almost 2 months." He chuckles, now being able to laugh at the situation.

"So, what do you want to eat?" You ask softly.

"Just get me a lunch combo B, please."

이 용 복 (Lee Felix Yong-Bok) (907 words)

It's easier.

Those words play in your head over and over again as you think about your last conversation with Felix. It was over text message but you could clearly hear his voice saying it to you, with a pained look on his face.

It was not easier. Nothing about this was easier. You liked Felix and her liked you. You both knew it--hell, everyone knew it. You two acted like a couple. You were often found in the same bed, sleeping together. You were the unofficial roommate in the Stray Kids dorm, you even had a key. You celebrated any and every special holiday together. All of your free time is spent together and know each other's innermost thoughts. You've kissed. Your friends would jokingly refer to you as boyfriend and girlfriend, despite the fact that they knew that you weren't actually together. You just didn't understand why you weren't. Nothing would change about your relationship now besides adding a label.

“I can’t stand this anymore.” You say, letting yourself into Felix's room. You knew he was home. His schedule was clear and you knew he would be moping around after your conversation.

“Y/N, hi?” Felix was laying in his bed, on his phone, probably playing a game.

“Felix, we need to talk. Like right now, because I am genuinely losing my fucking mind.” You turn his desk chair to face the bed and sit down. He sits up and faces you.

“Is this about the other day because I really don’t want to get into it right now.” Felix tosses his phone aside and rubs his face. I can tell by the dark circles that he hasn’t been sleeping.

“We can’t just ignore it until if goes away. We like each other—fuck, it might even be love at this point. Why can’t we be together?” You rub you hands on your pant legs. Confrontation really isn’t your thing and Felix knows that.

“We are together! We’re together right now.”

“Don’t be funny right now, I’m serious.”

“Sorry,”

“Are you scared? You said you like the way things are right now. The only thing that would change is our relationship status.” You lean forward, elbows on your thighs.

“Yeah but what happens next?”

“What?”

“What happens if we realize that we don’t want to be in a relationship.”

“Lix, we’re basically already in a relationship, I don’t—“

“What if you want up one day and you realize that you like the idea of me. The idea of us. Like what if our relationship is this sort of codependent nightmare and we developed a version of Stockholm syndrome? We spend so much time together that we might have just Pavloved each other into thinking we’re soulmates.” You can't help but stare at your best friend and blink.

“Is that what you think? That I conditioned you into liking me?” You were dumbfounded, completely confused by what is going on.

“I didn’t say that.”

“But you implied it.”

“This is what I meant by it’s easier to just let us be.”

“You think we actually manipulated our relationship into codependency, how is that easier?”

“Because you’re getting upset!”

"I have every right to be upset, Felix! You just told me that you think we only like each other because it's convenient and you don't want to be in a relationship with me because our feelings might not be real. How the fuck do you think people get into relationships? They like being around someone and want to be around them forever. Do you not want to be with me forever?"

"I do! Trust me, Y/N, I do. It's been killing me the past few days not talking to you and knowing you were upset because of me."

"Then why can't we be together?" You choke. You had been holding back tears, knowing that if Felix saw you cry, he would too.

"What if we do get together and breakup?"

"You're risking our entire relationship, our friendship, on a 'what if?'"

"What? What do you mean ruin our friendship?" Felix sits up straighter and swings his legs over the bed. You sit up and lean back into the chair.

"Do you honestly think that we can just go back to the way we were after today? Knowing what we know? Tell me this, Felix, how are you going to feel is I start dating someone else? Are you going to be able to sit idly by as my best friend? Genuinely, because I know you'll bottle up those emotions until you inevitably explode. Because I know I couldn't. Felix, we either pull the trigger and start dating or we cut all contact because I cannot keep doing this to myself."

"Please don't make me choose." Felix's eyes are full of tears threatening to fall. He's trying not to cry for my sake.

"I guess I have my answer." You wipe your eyes and stand up.

"What?"

"It shouldn't be a hard answer. And the fact that you're hesitating let's me know everything I need to know." You turn towards the door ready to leave.

"Y/N, wait, let's talk about it." He stands up quickly and grabs your wrist.

"Goodbye, Felix." You can't look Felix in the eyes as you shake your hand out of his grip and leave his dorm. If you turned around, you might have actually stayed after seeing Felix's distressed look.

김 승 민 (Kim Seung-Min) (1,714 words)

It started off with you avoiding Seungmin for over a week. It's not like he was going out of his way to see you either. A week turned into two which turned into a month and has now spiraled into almost two months. Two months without speaking to you best friend. You were miserable, understandably so. And you know that Seungmin could be stubborn, but so could you.

Which is how you found yourself alone at a bar on a Tuesday night knee deep in your 5th Long Island iced tea. You were beyond drunk, nursing the void that was left by Seungmin with gin, vodka, tequila, rum, triple sec, and a splash of cola. You weren't a heavy drinker normally, but something about the vibes and being heartbroken made you not care.

"What's a pretty girl like you doing all alone over here?" A man comes up next to you in your booth. Out of habit, you sat at the table that you and Seungmin normally sit in when you hang out.

"Reflecting," You hum. You were definitely drunk. Or maybe you were just lonely. Normally, you wouldn't entertain the idea of talking to a stranger. You didn't need to, you had Seungmin.

Seungmin

No longer in control of your limbs, your hand slides your phone out of your bag and automatically dialed Seungmin's number. He's the only number you have memorized other than your own number and your parents. How you managed to type it in perfectly while shit-faced? Who knows. You set your phone on the table and take another sip of your drink.

"Reflecting on what, baby girl?" Another guy, probably the first one's friend, slides into the booth from the other side trapping you in between them. Instinctually, you grab your cup and pull it on your lap, taking one hand to cover the top.

"Oh, I think I know... It's about a guy huh? Who took you for granted? Clearly he doesn't know what he's missing." The guy on your left says, getting dangerously close to your ear.

"Oh he knows, he's just too much of an dumbass to admit it." You chuckle to yourself, taking another sip of your drink through the straw. The hand of the guy on you let finds your thigh and rests there.

"Oh he's for sure a dumbass. If I were him, I wouldn't let a catch like you out of my sight." He squeezes his hand and you jump. Suddenly sobering up, you take one of your hands, still covering your drink, and pull his hand off. You regret wearing shorts and a crop top out now.

"Can you please not touch me? In fact, can you two back up?" They both throw their hands up.

"We're not going to do anything you don't want us to, baby. But if you don't mind, we're going to hang here for a bit. There's nowhere else to sit."

"I do mind, actually."

"If it makes you feel better, well scoot back a bit." both of them move an inch away. Still too close, I can still smell their craft beer and cheap cologne.

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It's been 15 minutes and the boys haven't left you alone. You switched to water, a waiter came to your table a few minutes after the boys came to the table asking if you needed anything. Not wanting to cause a scene, you just asked for water.

"Y/N, let's go," Your heartaches at Seungmin's familiar voice calling your name. You instantly looked up and meet Seungmin's worried eyes.

"Who are you?" The guy on your left asked.

"Oh, bro I think I know! It's probably that guy who made our girl upset." The guy on your right pipes up.

"She's not your girl, you fucking creep."

"What am I, Min?" You lean back into the booth and cross your arms.

"Yeah, Min? What is she?" The guy on your left, who has been comfortably handsy with you all night, draps his arm around your shoulder.

"Get your hands off my girlfriend." His jaw clenches and he balls his fist. He's been working out the last couple of months, he could probably actually be the daylights about of both of these men if he wanted.

Girlfriend? The combination of hearing Seungmin call you his girlfriend and the amount of alcohol in your body makes your head swirl. You haven't talked for two months and you're suddenly his girlfriend?

"If she was my girlfriend, I simply wouldn't let her out of the house alone. Especially dressed like this." This time, the guy on your right places his hand on your thigh and grabs your face, forcing a kiss before you could protest.

You push him off of you and slap him. You're mostly sober now. The shock of the past few minutes seeming to force the alcohol out of your system. You climbed over the table, finally tired of being stuck between those two creeps. You grab their drinks and throw them in your faces before storming out of the bar.

"Y/N, wait up!" You hear Seungmin call out after you. You don't turn around.

"Did you see that, Seungmin? I don't need you!" You shout, not caring who would hear you.

"Y/N, can you just give me a minute?"

"Why are you even here?" You don't live far from the bar, which is why it was your normal hang out spot. It was between the JYP building and Seungmin's dorm. He could hangout with you after work and crash at your place. All that's over now.

"You called me--"

"And you heard that I was in danger so you rushed to my rescue? How courageous,"

"Y/N, fuck, hold on," You do stop. Not because he told you to, but because you're in front of your apartment.

"You really shouldn't talk to your girlfriend like that. Since you're suddenly uncomplicating things by putting labels on us." You were angry, rightfully so. He strung you along for months after you two slept together and then abandoned you the second anything real could happen.

"I only called you my girlfriend so they would leave you alone without things getting physical."

"So I'm only your girlfriend when it's convenient? Good to know." You laugh.

"Let's just get you inside and go to bed. We can talk about this tomorrow when you're not drunk." Seungmin tries to close the gap between you two, but you take a step back.

"Right, because nothing I'll say will matter because alcohol is involved. Just like when you fucked me?"

"Y/N, keep your voice down."

"If I remember correctly, it was a night like this. Both of us celebrating your comeback. We only had two drinks max. Not enough to actually be plastered, but enough for our lips to be loose and the truth to spill out. And you kissed me too, except, I didn't push you away. I wanted to kiss you. And you wanted to kiss me too. And then we came back here-- and well, you know what happened, you were there. And I know you remember because you always changed the subject when I tried to talk about it."

"Please, let's just talk about it inside--"

"Why? Because you don't want people to know that Kim Seungmin from Stray Kids is outside right now talking to his friend with benefits?" He quickly closes the gap and grabs your wrist so you can't walk away.

"Please?" You shake your hand a couple of times to wiggle out of his grip.

“Last chance, Seungmin. I'm going to give you one last chance, because God knows I gave you several of them. I'm going to go into my apartment building and if I make it inside, and you don't tell me what we are--what you want, then we're done--”

"You know I don't want to label anything, that isn't fair." He brushes your hair out of your face.

"Fair? You want to talk about fair? What's not fair is waiting for months for the man you love to make a first. Because I know how you are and I didn't want to push you. You made me believe that there is something there. That we could be something. And that went on for months. And then when I finally try to take matters into my own hands, you freak and ignore me for two fucking months. That's not fair."

"Why does having a even label matter?"

"Because a label means that I'm not some place holder. That you're not going to drop me the second you find someone you actually want to be with. That you truly want to be with me and only me. A label gives me stability. It gives me hope that you really love me as much as I love you."

"I really don't want to talk about this right now."

"Too bad, because I want to-- No, I need to. If I make it inside that building, we are done. Do you understand me, Kim Seungmin? Done. We will be nothing. Not a couple, or best friends, or even acquaintances. Nothing." You bite the inside of your cheek to keep from crying. The last thing you would want is for Seungmin to confess his feelings to you because you were crying and he felt bad. You wanted him to want you, genuinely want you.

You looked into his distressed eyes before slowly walking to the doors of your apartment building. You could feel the panic radiating off of him as you walked further away from him. He wouldn't just let you walk out of his life like that. Just throw away years of friendship like it was nothing. He couldn't.

After what feels like years, you finally reach the front door and pause with your hand on the doorknob, waiting--hoping that he'll say something, anything.

You take a deep breath and finally pull the door open, before freezing again, holding out for hope. You slowly walk in until you're fully inside the building. You turn around and watch the door close slowly as Seungmin's horrified face is eventually gone from your sight before you break down and let out the tears you've been holding in for months.

양 정 인 (Yang Jeong-In) (877 words)

"Figure your shit out?" You ask as you open the door to find your best friend standing on the other side of it.

You were still pissed at the whole situation. It's been 2 weeks since Jeongin kissed you and then acted like it didn't happen and it's been 1 week since you confronted him about it. You told him to text you when he figured his shit out, and honestly? You were surprised to find standing outside your apartment at 3 am on a Tuesday.

"Can I come in?" He questions. You can't remember the last time Jeongin had to ask to come in. He had his own key to your place and he let himself in most of the time, only occasionally needing you to open the door for him and even then he would just walk in.

"Did. You. Figure. Your. Shit. Out." You refuse to move, annoyed that he woke you up and annoyed at everything in general.

"Y/N, please, it's cold." You quickly glance at his body. He's wearing pjs and some random pair of sandals you bought him as a joke.

"You're a man and I have no idea what intentions you have with me at 3 in the fucking morning, so no." You snap. You know that it must be serious if he came to talk to you right now, but you want him to suffer a bit like you have for the past couple of weeks.

Innie digs his hands out of his pockets and cups your face before slowly pressing his lips into yours. Shocked, you push him off and stare at him in bewilderment.

"Does that answer your question?" He asks innocently.

"No the fuck it doesn't! Especially after last time." Despite the cool night air, you were suddenly hot. You're not sure if it's from anger or the surprise kiss.

"Damn it, I knew I shouldn't have listen to Changbin hyung." He mutters under his breath.

"What does Changbin have to do with this?" Your heart is pounding in your ears, not so loud that you couldn't hear him.

"I...we...look, let's just talk inside. Please?" He pleads. You bite your tongue and move to the side, finally letting Innie into your apartment. Your hand touches your bottom lip as you watch him walk straight to the couch.

He sits on the edge of the spot on the couch that he has long claimed as his own. You join him, sitting in the spot furthest away from him. A flash of hurt shines in his eyes before he blinks it away.

"Talk," You spit, crossing your arms.

"Give me a second," He pleads quietly.

"I gave you two weeks." You quickly fire back. He sighs and runs his hands through his already messy hair.

"I lied," He blurts out.

"You lied?" You ask, confused where this could be going.

"Last week, when I said I'd like us to still be best friends. That was a lie."

"So you don't want to be friends anymore?"

"No,"

"No?"

"Can you please just stop parroting me, this is already hard enough."

"In, I am tired, I have work in the morning, and you woke me up. Just spit it out." You lean back in your chair and watch as Jeongin fidgets in his seat.

"When I kissed you the first time, I knew what I wanted, that's why I kissed you. But then I panicked and needed to think about it. And when you confronted me last week, I panicked again. I'm not sure why. Chan hyung thinks I'm scared of being in a relationship with you and messing it up. And I think he's right."

"I'm scared of that too, you know. Which is why I haven't said anything."

"Minho hyung and Felix hyung said that too. And then I decided that I was going to fix this because the idea of not having you in my life because of my stupidity was unbearable. I just wasn't sure how."

"So you come to my home in the middle of the night and kiss me?" You sit forward watching as Jeongin blushes.

"Hyunjin hyung said I should do some sort of grand gesture. Hannie hyung said I should write you a song. Seungmin hyung said I should just tell you everything and Changbin hyung said I should just kiss you." He explains, face getting redder by the second.

"You know, Seungmin's suggestion, at a decent hour, would have been fine." You laugh. It's cute that he went to his brothers to get advice about all of this.

"I get that now. Honestly, I haven't been getting much sleep since we last talked and I couldn't take it anymore. I came here with the intention with following Seungmin, but I think the lack of sleep is catching up with me." He sighs. You stand up from your position and walk in front of the red faced man, sticking your hand out.

"C'mon boyfie, let's get you some sleep." You smile.

"Boyfie?" He questions, taking your hand.

"Nope, too late, you confessed and I accept. You can't take it back, you're my boyfriend now. Now, let's go to bed." You kiss his cheek and drag him to your room.

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aksually2008 · 1 year

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aksel's guide to relaxing media

A lot of people have asked me to compile a list of my go-to depressing/dooming media, but I feel it would be irresponsible to give you that without an antidote.

Maybe this will be of help to you on an anxious night and instead of smoking a cigarette you'll turn to this or maybe its a nice cozy afternoon and you need something to maintain that feeling.. either way here's stuff that I consume on those days:

Film/TV

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Joe Pera Talks You to Sleep

This is something I have recommended to most of my friends at this point and if you ever give me the opportunity I'll probably talk your ear off about this man. I have a very special affinity towards this video, as it randomly found me on a particularly stressful quarantine night and boy am I glad it did.

I'm not gonna talk about it too much further, but if you're feeling a little bit lost or anxious, even after my 250 watches of this, I end up feeling a little bit better. If you like it make sure to check out his show, Joe Pera Talks With You on hbomax as it's one of my favourite shows ever!! The episodes are short and easy to digest :)

How to With John Wilson

It's hard for me to exactly describe this show, it's just one of those things you have to see for yourself to fully understand the appeal of it. For the most part, this show uses street footage of New York City and interviews with average everyday New Yorkers to convey some kind of narrative, usually disguised as a tutorial(hence the "how to"). There's a lot of absurdity, laughter and sometimes it plays with your emotions a bit, but sometimes it's nice to just unwind and learn about the insane industry of scaffolding in NYC.

youtube

Come and Visit Us Again

Okay, so this is probably one of the most niche things here.. Considering that it has 205 views as of me writing this and it's in estonian with no captions available.(Maybe someday I'll translate it)

As far as I can tell, it is a documentary short made by Liis Nimik, who at the time was a film school student. It follows the day-to-day of a village grocery store cashier and her interactions with the people who visit her store everyday.

Moms, dads, scary little kids and village bums.. It has it all and serves as this kind of a sweet time capsule of one particular week in this one Estonian village. I will admit this is probably extra comforting for me as I grew up near a village similar to this that also had a store just like this one. In a small village, the people who work at the local grocery store really become apart of your everyday life and I loved to see it captured like this.

I feel like even if you don't understand Estonian, it's nice background noise.

Malcom in the Middle

Need I say more?

Youtube

If you know me, you know I'm a fiend for comforting youtube personalities. Here are some of my favorites:

youtube

Steve Wallis

Even if you aren't particularly interested in camping, you'll still probably enjoy these videos. Steve is probably one of the sweetest dudes I've found on YouTube and he really knows how to keep a conversation. All in all, just nice to throw on if you just wanna disconnect for 30 minutes

youtube

Shirley Curry

I've loved Shirley's stuff for years now. She calls her viewers her grandkids and posts vlogs & let's plays. I think that covers the gist of it.

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Featureman a.k.a. Tom Willett

This is an older gentleman, who for the most part shows you different meals that he makes & tells you stories about his time as an actor in the 1980s. Every video feels like you're visiting your grandpa.

youtube

GIFGAS

I found them quite recently, but they're quickly turning into my favourite Youtube channel. Videos of trainhopping, which are so well shot and the music choices are soooooo gooooood. Every travel vlog should have a mandatory requirement of at least (1) shoegaze song.

youtube

Roger Hance

Found this guy randomly on my recommended and him only having 4k subs feels like a crime. He's a bird photographer, who vlogs his outings and talks about all the little birds he sees. super cute.

Music

Below are a couple of playlists and tracks I recommend for this occasion:

Mixture of ambient tracks and just relaxing instrumentals. There's no vocals. During the summer, I would always listen to this if I was sitting in a park or doodling.

This is just some of my favourite ambient tracks. If you've never really listened to ambient music before, check this out I guarantee you'll like it.

I have fallen asleep to this so many times that sometimes i just constantly hear it in the back of my head. Maybe thats not a comforting thought but it helps me sleep so that's a price I am willing to pay.

That's about it though.. I didn't include everything, because this is already pretty long and I have to keep some things secret, but I hope you find use in some of this. bye

#comforting #aksually #Youtube #Spotify

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agust-june · 9 months

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Creep

Yuta x blk reader smut

A/n: This is part 2 to this post. Here, I wrote what came to mind, so I hope yall like it.

Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI oral, unprotected sex (please in this economy and in the country practice safe sex use protection please) oral sex (m receiving), thigh riding, thigh fucking, cheating, gaslighting, everyone is a shitty person but Mark who minds his business.

Ever since the party, Yuta has been frustrated. You had been avoiding him and his texts. He knew it was a game, and yet he wanted more. Especially when he saw you last week dancing in the club. You were dancing alone, looking him in the eyes as the rhythm of the music overtook your body. He wanted to dance with you. However, as he was walking towards you, another man swooped in, and you accepted. As Yuta watches from the crowd dancing with some random ass girl, he isn't interested in watching you as you smile wickedly at him. Taunting him in this game because he knows once he gets close, you'll leave just like that. Yuta leaves the club as Lisa calls him, asking where he is. But that was last week. Tonight was a different story. Instead of coming home to Lisa and her usual "Hey. How was your day?" And a kiss on the cheek. He came home to an upset Lisa who had a suitcase.

"What's all this?" Yuta asks, confused as Lisa wipes her tears. Her eyes were slightly red as if she were crying for hours.

"I'm leaving. Yuta, I can't do this, " Lisa says as she gets up and rolls her suitcase, but Yuta stops her.

"What are you-"

"I know you're cheating,"

Yuta freezes but acts normal on the outside. But inside something was telling him no. The guilt rushed in, and the fear of losing Lisa spiraled.

"What? Cheating? Where did you get that?"

"Oh? Yuta, you don't talk to me! You're partying with Mark. You don't take me on dates! It's like I'm living with you but you just ignore me like I'm not even there" Lisa exclaims she was frustrated with him and though she didn't have proof she knows Yuta was in Y/n's hands. That hurt her even more wondering if he was seeing that evil bitch.

"I just have a lot going on. Just because I'm not making time with you doesn't mean I'm Cheating. Also, you could come to meet me or go to parties with me" Yuta defends. Though he was guilty of cheating he didn't want to lose Lisa altogether. So he bothered not even telling the truth.

"Or you can stop going altogether" Lisa snaps having Yuta taken aback.

"What?"

"Oh come on Yuta I know you went to parties to see her!" Lisa yelled, making Yuta surprised as he calmed down on the inside. Why and how was she watching him? Well, he knew the Why part. Ever since Y/n answered his phone that day Lisa had been clinging to him. Asking him where he was going. Who he was going to be with? When will he be home? Or tell him to come home early. But Yuta hadn't known the real conversation that transpired between Lisa and Y/n.

"What are you talking about? I go to parties to relax," Yuta says as Lisa just scoffs. Her jealousy and insecurities showed.

"Yeah right. Y/n is just magically at the party and you don't see her right?!"

"No! Of course, I don't!" Yuta yells feeling frustrated. Why couldn't Lisa let it go? He thought.

"You wanna know why I'm so stressed? Why do I go out every other weekend to party? Because of you! Lisa for the past two months you've been nagging me! Then I'm working on top of getting a degree. Do you think classes are easy?"

"No but-

"Listen. I'm not looking for Y/n or anyone else if that's what you think. I appreciate you and everything you do for me. Now please can we stop fighting? Put your stuff back" Yuta says as Lisa did what she said not willing to argue about it. She loved Yuta and trusted him. She felt stupid of course Yuta wouldn't cheat. Yuta on the other hand was glad she pressed further. Though he hasn't done anything for a month that doesn't mean he was innocent. The worst part is he knows it, he knows that if she found out the whole truth she'd leave him.

Lisa looks at Yuta and he looks back at her. The next thing the two know is that their living room was a mess and they somehow ended up in the bedroom kissing. Yuta didn't know if it was because he was so frustrated but he realized he missed you, no Lisa. He had forgotten how her lips tasted and how her voice sounded when she moaned his name. Even how she touched him. But it wasn't the same his mind kept comparing her to you.

"W-wait stop stop stop" Yuta pushes himself off Lisa as she looks at him confused.

"I-I have a long day tomorrow. Especially in class-

"See this is what I'm talking about Yuta! You won't have sex with me now!"

"I told you I'm just not in the mood tonight. I'll be busy in the morning, is that what you want?"

"No! But it's never stopped us before! Yuta I just want to touch you, babe, please...I want you to make love to me" Lisa whispered in his ear as Yuta nodded. He knows if he brushed her off now she'll never be satisfied. As they continued what they were doing, Lisa started working on his clothes. Yuta hisses as he feels his girlfriend's cold hands run down his chest and works at his belt. By the time the pair were ready, Yuta realized he needed protection. Lisa wasn't on the pill he would know because she would tell him before she had gotten one.

"I need a Condom-

"Yuta it's fine I'm on the pill," Lisa says but Yuta doesn't listen and he goes to get one.

As the two were having sex Yuta didn't feel the same, his mind was going back to you. To a point where he was imagining it was you under him screaming his name while making you feel good. Meanwhile, Lisa felt the pleasure that she was craving this whole time she knew something was different he was rougher and going faster. He's never done that with her before but she wasn't complaining.

"Say my name" Yuta heard you say but he doesn't say anything, feels himself almost coming apart. He didn't say anything because he was afraid of saying your name loud and clear. Once everything was said and done Yuta of course helped clean everything up but also waited until she fell asleep. He waited so that he could slip out and go to Mark's place.

Hearing the desperate knocking on the door Mark swings it open to reveal a disheveled Yuta.

"Bro it's 1 am Why are you here?" Mark asks but he doesn't let Yuta in.

"Because you have hard liquor I can get for free," Yuta says trying to come in but Mark doesn't let him. Now he's even more concerned as to what transpired between Yuta and Lisa. If Mark wasn't mistaken Yuta went home.

"Okay, do you wanna go out? I can put on my stuff and-

"Nah I just wanna come in ooh we can watch Netflix now too" Yuta smiles but Mark looks at him nervously.

"Yuta, man my apartment is real messy why don't we just go out and I'll drop you off at home," Mark says and it was that moment

"What, do you have a girl or something? If so tell her to leave I need to vent" Yuta says

"Well yes, but I-

"Oh relax you've told your hookups to leave before why is this any different" Yuta brushed past Mark walks into his apartment his place was spick and span. He started heading to Mark's room but he let him in and nothing. But the guest room.

"YUTA!" Mark screams as Yuta turns around to look at him.

"Why are you so scared? Are you that embarrassed of me seeing you hook up? Is there something you want to talk about, are you gay Mark? Because you know I full except you"

"No. Look I love you man but if you can't respect me or my privacy get the fuck out" Mark told him which hit Yuta real hard to him Mark scolding him was new.

"Sorry man alright if you don't want me here I'll go," Yuta tells him as he's heading for the door he'll just go back home and think about things by himself. Mark felt guilty all Yuta wanted was to vent and here he was pushing him out.

"Shit! Yuta wait! I'm sorry you can stay but you gotta keep it down-

"Mark it's one in the fucking morning who can you be talk- Oh shit" Mark mentally curses as he sees Y/n walking out of the guest bedroom. Yuta looked at you, his eyes weren't deceiving him, it was you. You were wearing nothing but a button-up and a bonnet. No shorts or anything.

"Yuta listen it's NOT what you think"

"I'm fine. I don't care" Yuta says calmly and rationally. Though he did have questions like why were you here? How long have you been here? Were you sleeping with Mark too?

"Look if yall wanna hang out cool this is not my place but Mark please keep it down," you say Feeling Yuta's eyes on you. You weren't going to explain anything to him, just let Mark handle it.

"Y/n can you please explain to Yuta that it's not what it looks like?"

"No. Why should I? It's your house. Besides we're not together I have nothing to explain" you snap trying not to smile knowing you're eating away at Yuta.

"Mark like I said I don't care if you're fucking or dating I have Lisa. Besides I just came over to say something but I think I'll go Lisa would be worried"

"Yeah, you should. She certainly will be. She doesn't want me to fuck her boyfriend"

"Like I would ever fuck you" Yuta laughs at you and you smirk. Trying to deny what he already did.

"Oh, you didn't say that the last time" Yuta hitches his breath as he realized how close you were. "If I could recall you couldn't keep your hands off me. You wanted to fuck my brains out. Remember Yuta?" As you had gotten close to Yuta he could smell the intoxicating smell of your perfume. As your body came closer and sent him driving he wanted to kiss you. Yuta leans over to kiss you but before he could you curved him and went to his ear.

"If you think I'm gonna sleep with you when you smell like her you're wrong," you say, pushing him away from you. The tone sent shivers down his spine the way you said it. As Yuta watches your figure disappear off into the room and the door closes. How did she know? Yuta asked himself, hearing you lock the door.

"Dude you got fucking issues," Mark says snapping Yuta out of his trance of you. Yuta then decides to have Mark go out for a drive around town. He explains that Y/n was at his place because two weeks ago some pipes in her house broke and they were doing maintenance on it so it'll be a month before she could go back home. He then explained while she was here she's been respectful and hasn't brought any guys home which Mark is thankful for. Sometimes she even cooks for him. Then Yuta explained his situation to Lisa. From the cheating conversation to the sex conversation.

"Wait wait- dude that should've been the time to tell her the truth!" Mark hits Yuta's arms

"I know! I know... But I feel bad. I just can't let her go" Yuta sighs letting out a huff in frustration. He combs through his hair thinking of you.

"Meanwhile you want to fuck Y/n right?" Mark looks at Yuta giving him the 'you stupid bitch' look. As Yuta falls silent, Mark was right he was being stupid though he didn't say it.

"Look, you're getting too messy. You better decide on who and what you want or things will get ugly" Yuta sighs Mark was right again. But he honestly doesn't know how to let go. He's greedy and he knows it. He wants a relationship he likes Lisa however he doesn't know if he can let her go. Yuta ends up staying the night before he goes to bed he texts Lisa making up a good excuse. He needed to clear his head and get some sleep.

The next morning he woke up to the smell of your cooking and the soft humming. He opens his eyes, stretching his arms before sitting up. He watches you move around the kitchen, your hair tied back with a headscarf. You wore a very oversized T-shirt making his mind wander off. Once again he was tempted to walk over knowing he should put on his shirt and leave.

"Good morning" Yuta greets you snaking his arms around you from behind. You smile at him, allowing him to rest his head on your shoulder.

"I missed you Yuta"

"Oh really?"

"You think I don't mean it?"

"Not with that tone" Yuta states caressing your sides. The two of you rocking back as you finish the first batch of bacon.

"What tone?" You move from his grasp moving to the table.

"You know which one?" Yuta leans into you, placing a small kiss on your neck. Trying not to form a smile you move away from him.

"I don't know Yuta, why don't you tell me?" Yuta grabs your chin forcing you to look into his eyes. He looks into yours as well. They were filled with nothing but lust.

"You know exactly which face. Trying to play innocent when you're nothing but a slut" his thumb ghosts over your plump lips wondering if they were soft or how they tasted.

"Yuta-

"Can I?" He asks the pad of his thumb on the bottom lip you nod but he needs verbal consent.

"Say it."

"Yes kiss me please" Yuta's lips automatically go onto yours. It was like lightning shooting through your bodies. Your hands go everywhere from his chest to his neck and his hair. Yuta's hands wandered from your breasts to your ass and your thighs. From there he picks you up, placing you on the table. Both of you moan as you wrap your legs around him pulling him closer. Your hips dry humping against his bulge. Yuta has you lying on the table pushing your shirt up. His lips going to your breast sucking and biting on one tit and palming the other. You moan as he licks down your stomach before pulling down your shorts and panties.

"You're so fucking pretty for me" Before he could go down the two of you hear yelling.

"Yo what the fuck-

The two of you look at Mark in shock quickly getting up and off the table. You pull your bottoms back up and Yuta finds his shirt from the floor putting it back on. Not a moment later the smoke alarms start blaring. You then remember the stove was still on. Yuta cuts it off as you try to fan the smoke away.

You and Yuta sit on the couch as Mark paces around. Yuta felt a bit of shame about what he was going to do to you if Mark hadn't come in.

"Alright Y/n you have a new rule. Don't fuck Yuta in my apartment got it?"

"I mean~ it's not my fault Yuta can't keep his hands to himself" Yuta looks at you he wants to say something back but he stops himself.

"I don't care if it's you or him. Do not fuck in my apartment. Actually move over both of you are too close for me"

"That's what you call close? I can be closer Yuta wouldn't mind me on his lap right Yuta" that tone rang through his ears. The way you say his name sounds like honey dripping from your tongue. You were bad for him and he knows that, but he can't pull away. Like a drug addict, he was addicted.

"Oh hell no. Stop distracting him. Look! I don't care if you two are hooking up. I gave my advice just don't bring your mess into my apartment if you wanna fuck? Go ahead but not here. That's my boundary don't cross it or so help me God Y/n you will be on the street" Your whole body became stiff understanding what Mark said. You then stand up walking up to Mark.

"Alright, I'm sorry. It won't happen again" Yuta and Mark look in awe this was the first time he's heard you talk so sincerely. Usually, you're nonchalant or laughing while apologizing.

"Well, I'm going to go to my room let me know when he leaves" You go into your room and as soon as the door closes Mark looks at Yuta.

"What?"

"What?! Come on in my kitchen? Is she that fucking good to have your head messed up? And what are you going to explain to Lisa?!"

"Don't worry I texted her and told her that you needed me to meet with you and I slept over" Mark looked at Yuta like he was dumb. He was stunned to make words come out of his lips. Here he was thinking his friend felt remorse for cheating. Here he thought Yuta was in love with his girlfriend and was trying to fix his relationship. The truth was there in plain sight to see.

"Okay. This is the LAST time I'm helping you. Get your shit together." Mark uses a firm tone as Yuta says quietly sinking into the couch.

"You can cheat all you want. You can go back home to Lisa. Just leave me out of your mess. Don't come to me when it blows up in your face. Don't worry though I won't tell Lisa anything it's all on you or Y/n. Now get your shit and get out of here" Mark's words hurt Yuta deeply. Of course Mark wasn't going to help him and it wasn't fair for him to help build a lie Yuta understood that. So with those last words Yuta left Mark's place.

Old habits die hard and for Yuta you were a nasty one. While staying with Mark, you and Yuta exchanged numbers. From texts to calls to sneaking in the middle of the night to fuck in his car. Sure it was cramped but he didn't care. Then when your house was fixed he went over to your place a lot and he had to do a lot of tip toeing around Lisa. In the day time he'd take her out on small dates when she didn't have to work. Or on Sunday when she was off they'd spend the whole day talking. The days that he did spend with you was utter bliss. Last Thursday he took you to an arcade. The two of you competed over who could get the most points. You played the whole afternoon and into the night. By the end of it Yuta ran out of money but it was worth it as he got you one of those big prizes. He remembered how you smiled as all his points went to you. It was nice seeing you outside if the two of you were having sex. That wasn't the last outing you had together either. He took you to museums, cafes, a karaoke bar, fancy restaurants, and bowling. But that didn't stop there either, next thing he knew he was confiding in you. Leaving his things at your place.

Yuta was in his apartment just getting ready to meet up with you. When suddenly he hears knocks at the door, when he opens he immediately pulls you inside. He pulls you in for a quick kiss, smiling.

"Welcome to my home"

"Oh this is nice. Let me guess Lisa did all this?"

"Yeah she redid it when she moved here" Yuta looks around awkwardly. Of course you'd have questions if you'd never been to his place before now. He watched as you looked around the room. There were pictures of Lisa everywhere which made Yuta feel embarrassed.

"You know we could've done this at my place we still can" you suggest

"I know I just thought it would be perfect since Lisa isn't here...we could, you know, have an easier time," he explains, pulling your waist towards him.

"I'm not here to fulfill your girlfriend's shadow Yuta"

"I don't want that...I just want you" Yuta whispers, pulling you closer as he looks at your eyes. He could smell your perfume on you and your hair was different today it was in a more natural state. Honestly he preferred it that way those tight coils coming together amazed him.

"Yuta?"

"Huh?"

"You're staring at me"

"So? I thought you liked me looking"

"I do. But-

"Shh let me stare at my pretty girl" he coos as you pull him into a kiss. Immediately responding Yuta brings his tongue into your mouth. Feeling your tongue wrap around his, the only thought running is how your tongue wraps around his dick. Your hands go straight to his hair and the choppy back of his neck pulls him into a deeper kiss. When the two of you pull away you drag Yuta to the couch.

"Watch me" you say as you take off your jacket, pulling up your shirt slowly. Yuta looks at you as you slowly pull down your jeans revealing a nice navy blue lingerie set.

"Fuck"

"You like it?"

"Turn around for me" you obliged slowly turning your hips to give him a nice view of your ass. Yuta reaches out but you feel his presence behind you so you quickly swatted his hands away.

"Don't touch me until I say so" Yuta's eyes darken as you walk over to your purse pulling out three pieces of fabric. When you go back to Yuta you put on this garter belt. Then you bent over stepping into some black lace stocking. Yuta just stared at you holding back the urge to jump you right there.

"I'll be going back to the bathroom for a bit" you say walking away and when you disappear from his sight Yuta lets out a groan in frustration. Yuta closed his eyes, picturing you again. How you pulled up these socks then he started thinking about your ass. How he wanted nothing more to grab it and bend you over this very couch. He wanted to see your thick thighs shake as he fucks you from behind. How he'd pull you by your hair as he pounds into from the back. Imagine you screaming for him as you ride him with the garter and the socks on. When you came back Yuta was there glaring at you bringing his index and middle finger up to curl them back and forth signaling you to come over.

"Sit on my lap Y/n" You smirk simply doing as you were told as you sit right on his lap. Yuta immediately wraps his arms around you.

"You are so fucking pretty" he says kissing your neck. His hands rub up and down your thighs. You could feel how hard he was behind you, his bulge pressing against you. It made you excited to see how turned on he was for you.

"Yuta-

"How are you so wet baby?" He asks, teasing you, rubbing his fingers over your panties. Pushing into the lace making it more damp with your slick.

"Hmm? We barely started and you're already soaked. Tell me how?"

"Yuta please" you whine squirming under him, your hips pushing up begging for him to touch you.

"Answer me baby. Did you touch yourself in that bathroom? Couldn't wait for me? Hmm?" You whine as he pushes your panties against your folds. You did go to the bathroom to touch yourself but you weren't going to admit that as it was a failure. You couldn't cun you needed more.

"Come on what happened to my good girl? Do you want me to punish you baby? Have you not cum at all tonight?" Yuta grabs your breasts and shoves his fingers inside you. You moan in satisfaction as he brings them in and out your hole.

"I did!"

"What baby?"

"I touched myself in the bathroom" you let out as Yuta smirks thinking of ways he was going to break you. His fingers didn't stop moving however while they were inside you they curled inside of you. You were a mess on him, your head was tilted back resting on his shoulders. Until he had an idea.

"Ride my thigh" he whispers but you didn't hear him at first so he decided to play with your clit more. It wasn't until he knew you were close that he pulled his fingers out making you whine.

"Ride my thigh for me baby then you can cum" he promises tapping his left thigh. As soon as you get onto his thighs Yuta grabs your waist on both sides. At first he lets you move on your own. You close your eyes feeling your stomach tighten as your lips brush against the Jean material. You hold onto Yuta for support holding onto his chest. Yuta groans, feeling you soak up his jeans, but you were going too slow for his liking.

"Go faster baby" you let out a whine when Yuta smacks your ass. You go faster as he instructed until he started gripping your waist harder, pushing and pulling your hips. Yuta comments on how wet you are. How he can't wait to fuck you.

"I'm- I-" you were out of breath but Yuta knew what you meant.

"Cum for me Y/n" and you did your thighs shaking as you cum on his jeans. Yuta rubs your back as you cry against him. Once you calmed down Yuta had more ideas. As he was still hard watching you get off was the hottest thing he's seen and he wants to see it again. Yuta pulls you into another kiss this time more sloppy than the last one. You broke the kiss getting off his lap and onto your knees. Yuta begins unbuttoning his pants and zipping his fly down. You help him pull down his pants and underwear making his cock spring out. He was so hard his tip was even leaking with pre cum. Yuta groans as you wrap your hands around his cock and stroking it slowly. Yuta looks at you with your pretty hand with your blue nails going up and down his shaft.

"F-fuck Y/n just like that" Yuta let's out as you take him into your mouth. Your pretty thick lips making his dick disappear down your warm wet throat always had an affect on him. His hands went to your hair pulling in it gently, your tongue swirling around his dick as Yuta groans. He closed his eyes imagining how you'd look in 69 position. In his bed eating you out while you do the same for him. Wanted nothing more than to taste your juices licking your cunt making you whine against him sending vibrations onto his cock. Yuta started grabbing your hair tighter as you sucked harder and faster, his hips moving against your mouth. It wasn't until he let out a broken moan and thrusted a little too roughly as he heard you gagged. He opened his eyes immediately.

"Shit! Are you okay? Baby im- ohhh fuck!" Yuta didn't even finish as you went back to sucking him off this time taking him deeper into your mouth.

"What a pretty slut you are. Taking my cock so well baby" he cooed as tears started to form up. Yuta was so close he just needed a little more to get on the edge. He takes your hand and places it on his balls. Making you fondle and play with him.

"Here- baby play with- ohh fuck yes you're so good at sucking dick- f-fuck!" You almost pulled off of him taking your free hand and stroking his shaft again while sucking tip before moving your hand and taking him into his mouth. Yuta cums into your mouth fucking it into you as he releases. You moaned at the salty taste, swallowing every drop of it.

"How was it?" You ask Yuta who is a panting mess as he laughs at you breathlessly.

You don't remember how you got here but sometimes your clothes were discarded and you were now bent over Yuta's table. Your thighs soaked with lubricant as Yuta stood behind you kissing down your spine. His hands meanwhile were kneading your ass and your cunt. He was getting ready to fuck you from behind but he wanted to play with your body like it was his toy. You were shaking and whining as you felt his cock rubbing between your thick thighs to your wet folds. It felt so good when you felt his hard dick against your lips and then vanished. The tip occasionally rubs against your clit.

"Please!" You cry out making Yuta smirk

"What's wrong, baby?"

"Please Y-Yuta! I-I need you!" You whine frustrated as to why he hasn't fucked you yet.

"Need what, baby?"

"Your cock!"

"But you already have it right here" his smug face as he looks at you squirm beneath him trying to fuck yourself using his cock between your thighs though it wasn't much. All it did was make you ache more.

"You know what I mean!" You press your thighs together making Yuta groan in shock but that didn't last long as he sharply fucking your thighs again before shaking your ass.

"Beg for it then" he growls

"Please! Yuta I need you to fuck me"

"Not enough baby. Beg for daddy's cock some more" Yuta's groans in frustration as he feels your wet cunt begging for him to fuck you. This was his own doing but now he was ready to stop playing games.

"Please daddy I need it! Please Yuta- I-"

Yuta doesn't let you finish as he pushes inside you, filling you up until he can't. He grunts as his thrusts are fast. Fucking you like you were leaving him. You were so wet and tight even all that teasing your poor cunt didn't even stretch. He watched as you screamed and cried while your ass jiggled with each slap when his thighs met you. He watched as you grabbed the table but it didn't help as he bent over to grab your hand. He didn't stop moving either in fact he fucked you faster.

"Oh my God!" You screamed as Yuta licked your ear before biting it. He let go and started whispering how he's been waiting to fuck you like this. How good you feel on his cock. Just degrading you in any way possible.

"Daddy!" You scream as Yuta raises your body up so that he could touch your tits, grabbing them and kneading them, feeling them bounce in his hands. Not long after Yuta slows down his pace making you whine but he had other plans. He moves one hand from your breast up and licks up your neck before grabbing it thrusting harder. You scream and feel yourself clenching around his dick so hard. You shake as Yuta holds you, calming you down. But that was only the start.

The night was a blur after that all you remembered was ending up in his bed. Yuta looks at you in the eyes as he slows down his pace looking at you in the eyes. He was holding your hands while making love to you. He wanted this to last for more than one night. He wanted your scent all over his sheets to his mattress. He wanted to be yours.

"Oh fuck- I'm gonna cum baby"

"Yuta!" You moan feeling yourself cum for the 3rd or 4th time tonight. Yuta leans to kiss as you calm down from your own orgasm. Yuta was chasing his own, keeping the same sharp pace. But it wasn't going to be too long as you free one of his hands you wrap around his neck along with your legs around his torso. You pull him in closer bringing him to the edge as you feel his cock twitch inside you.

"F-fuck! Y/N I love you" your eyes widen as you feel Yuta cum inside you. His body completely shudders and breaks down as he continues to kiss you and saying I love you. You lay there in shock at his words before crying.

After cleaning up and showering you and Yuta laid in bed on your side. Yuta was holding you and rubbing your arm as you looked at the wall. You thought about his confession. Did he mean it? Or was it in the heat of the moment? More importantly you had to sort out your own feelings. At first you were using him for your own personal gain. But now things were different and you felt different about Yuta.

"I got these and the other sheets for you" he says

"Really?"

"You look pretty in blue" he admits playing with the sheets as he looks to your backside. Marked up with nothing but slight bruises from the earlier activities. Yuta wanted this to be his every night and wake up next to you every morning. He wanted to bring you out on dates and just love you how you needed to be loved.

"Y/n"

"Hmm?"

"I want to break up with Lisa." Your stomach drops at Yuta's works. You turn your body around, trying to confirm his seriousness.

"I wanna leave her for you"

"Yuta-

"Y/n I love you. I can't go on pretending I don't"

"But-

"I know you love me too," Yuta says, his hands pulling your body closer. You kiss him, and he instantly kisses back. The two of you spent the rest of the night kissing and holding each other.

In the early hours of the morning, you snuck out of the bedroom, leaving Yuta sleeping alone. You went into the living room to make a small phone call.

"Hey Jae, it's me. Listen to those photos you took of me and Yuta... delete them. I have what I want. She's gonna flip her shit when she finds out I have her little boyfriend or soon to be ex-boyfriend. My revenge is going to be so damn sweet. Anyways, I'm gonna enjoy this and tell Yuta everything. " With that, you end the call going back to the beat, seeing Yuta still sleeping. You crawl back into bed, getting under the sheets and playing with his hair and stroking his face. Your heart flutters, admiring how beautiful he is. You couldn't help but feel excited to date again. Sure, you've gone on a date with Yuta before. Those "hangouts" weren't just that they were more. You weren't stupid. Soon, you don't have to be low-key with him. He was yours all this time from the moment you met. That made you happy, but happiness is a short feeling. It's only a temporary high as you were being watched. And the person watching you was not happy.

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mystic-hyuck · 2 years

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nervous habits (n.yt)

pairing - nakamoto yuta x reader

genre - angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, established relationship AU

warnings - mentions of anxiety and anxious habits (e.g. picking at cuticles, chewing the inside of your cheek etc.), stress and overworking, feeling inadequate and burdensome

w/c - 1145

notes - just yuta comforting you when you're stressed and anxious I love this man so much

Yuta was the most observant man you'd ever met. He had always been the type of person to take note of the habits and quirks of every person he met. This was one of the things you loved most about him. He was so attentive and showed so much care towards everyone, especially you. The only time you didn't like it was when you were trying to hide things from him.

You were stressed beyond belief. You had assignments due left right and centre, your part time job was giving you tons of shifts every week and no matter how hard you tried you couldn't seem to shake the feeling of inadequacy weighing you down. You knew most people your age were juggling the same amount, but they all seemed to be able to cope with it all, and that just made the pit in your stomach grow.

This was part of the reason you were trying to hide it from your boyfriend. Although deep down you knew he would never judge you, part of you couldn't help but worry that if he knew how stressed you were, he'd look down on you. That he wouldn't want someone who struggles so much with managing their own life and would just burden him.

~ You kick off your shoes as you enter your shared apartment, sighing loudly as you discard your bags quickly as possible. Work had been long and tiring, and you were just glad it was over.

Yuta was in the kitchen, serving your dinner onto plates. "You're home late." He looks up at you, offering you a smile. "I missed you."

You return the smile tiredly, though it hardly reached your eyes. "I missed you too. A lot."

He gestures to the food he made. "I hope you're hungry."

You sit at the table, slowly nibbling at your food as your mind drifts elsewhere.

Yuta frowns slightly as he notices this. He had grown worried about you over the past few days, picking up on the way you were overworking yourself, staying up to ridiculous hours to study. He had noticed the way you hadn't been your usual bright self in a while, and the countless times you'd zone out, lost in your own thoughts.

He sat quietly, watching you as he ate his own food. "Got a lot on your mind?"

You blink, looking up from your plate at him. "Hm? Oh, yeah, I guess."

He furrows his brow. "You know I'm always here right?" He spots the way you're picking at the skin around your thumb nervously, and takes your hand into his.

You nod, smiling at him, it reaching your eyes a little more this time. You ignored the tears pricking your eyes and instead focus on the feeling of him gently rubbing his thumb along the back of your hand. "Thank you Yuta. I'm okay though, really."

He could tell you were still lying to him, but didn't pressure you any more in the moment. The last thing you needed was more pressure on yourself. He gave your hand a comforting squeeze before returning to his food.

You were getting ready for bed when Yuta came into the room, sitting beside you. "Give me your hand," he asked. You did as he said, and he took out a tube of hand cream, massaging it into your cuticles.

"What are you doing?" You asked him with a laugh.

He smiled at you. "You need to stop picking at your cuticles, you'll hurt yourself." He placed a kiss on the palm of your hand before returning it to your lap. "There you go my love."

You smile at him, leaning closer to press a kiss to his lips. "Thank you Yuta."

Your heart ached even more at his actions with all the insecurities you were burying, and you found tears beginning to fall down your cheeks as you watch Yuta's peaceful expression as he sleeps. You found yourself restless once more, too much going through your head to allow you to properly sleep.

The tears slowly turned to silent sobs that racked your body, and you turned over, trying to muffle your crying as much as possible to not wake your sleeping boyfriend.

Your attempts failed however, as you hear Yuta mumble your name sleepily.

"Y/N?" His heart dropped as he woke to the sound of your crying, and he gently places a hand on your trembling shoulder. "Y/N, love, please look at me."

You slowly roll to face him, angrily swiping at the tears falling down your face. He grabs your hand to stop you, interlocking your fingers. "I'm sorry Yuta, I'll stop crying soon."

He gently wipes your falling tears with his other hand, cradling your face. "No. No apologies. Especially for crying. You need to let out your emotions, Y/N. Please talk to me, I'm worried about you."

His words just make you cry harder, and his heart shatters. He didn't realise it had been building up this much and he regretted not confronting you about it sooner.

"It's just a lot, Yuta. There's so much happening all at once and I wish it was easier for me to organise my thoughts, organise my life. I don't understand how everyone else seems so put together when I'm struggling just to pass my classes. I-I just don't want to disappoint anyone. I don't want to disappoint you."

He wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you as close to him as possible and resting his head on top of yours as you bury yours into the crook of his neck. "My love, how could you ever disappoint me? You work so hard and the amount of talent and perseverance you have never fails to astound me. Everything you do amazes me. But please, please come to me when you're feeling like this. I want to be your safe space, I want you to feel like you never have to hide things from me."

You nod, looking up at him and smiling. "I don't know what I did to deserve you, Yuta."

He returns the smile, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "I could say the same about you." He pulls you even closer, so you're laying on top of him, your head resting against his chest. He strokes your hair gently as you find yourself relaxing for the first time in weeks as you concentrate on the rise and fall of his chest. "How about we call your work tomorrow and ask them to reduce the number of weekly shifts? I think it would allow you more time to study on afternoons so you can sleep more."

You nod sleepily. "I think that's a good idea. Thank you for everything Yuta, I love you."

"I love you more princess. Now get some sleep, I'll be right here."

#nakamoto yuta x reader #yuta x reader #gn reader #nct x reader #nct #hurt/comfort #yuta hurt/comfort #comfort fic #tw: anxiety #i love yuta sm #yuta x you #nakamoto yuta #yuta #nct fics

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Hello there! It's me, sheep anon! (One of these days I'm going to run out of ideas for greetings.) I realized after I wrote my message last time that I wrote Heartache instead of Superache, whoops, spelling is not my strong suit. My week hasn't been the greatest, but I feel much better than yesterday, so I'm working on it. *Looks at myself crying on the floor for 10 mins feeling miserable* I feel like giving advice today, so here's something that I've been repeating to myself recently:

Be kind to yourself and don't beat yourself up over making mistakes. Acknowledging the fact that we're all going to mess up in our lives is the antithesis to perfectionism. Otherwise, you'll realize that whoops, you've played yourself and forgot to treat yourself like a human being. You kinda have to live with yourself for the rest of your life, so get comfortable with yourself. The idea that I would have to spend the rest of my life being myself was incredibly scary in the beginning, especially since self hatred is a thing, but I find it really empowering now. The one person that would never leave you is yourself, so treat yourself as a friend. <3

There's still a lot I have to learn about the world, but I hope that this message is heard by whoever needs to hear it. Most of my advice I've gathered from other people and from my own experiences, and everything is a work in progress, but I'm working on being better. =) On a happier note, have fun going to the skz concert! Your outfit looks so cool and remember to stay hydrated throughout, I heard it gets really hot during the performance. It's really cold and windy where I live as well, so I hope it gets warmer and we can all go outside and bask in the sunlight. Hugs for everyone!

～⁠(⁠つ⁠ˆ⁠Д⁠ˆ⁠)⁠つ⁠｡⁠☆

-🐑

p.s. I did listen to Laufey and her music does remind me a lot of Dodie's, there's something warm about both of their music. If I had a recommend a content creator, it would be The Korean Vegan, her videos have very heartfelt and personal messages in them and have made me cry on more than one occasion. She's such a inspiration and her videos are about food, so you can't go wrong with that. She also has a podcast, which you can listen to on the go.

Hi again sheepie!!!! I’m really sorry your week has been rough :( I am glad it’s slowly getting better though!!

That is really good advice! I really believe I need to start thinking like that! I need to learn how to be less cruel towards myself, I’m very harsh towards myself and need a lot of things to be perfect in my eyes. Not towards other people of course, that would be really bad! In fact I tend to love people’s “imperfections.” Sometimes I get really sad when idols remove their uniqueness to them. I love unique and odd people. I need to start thinking that of myself. Your advice is always appreciated here :) thank you for always sharing

Also thank you so much!! I will definitely hydrate!!! I’ve been to a ton of concerts before and I tend to get a little wild! Not in a bad way though lol!!! I just love dancing around and singing along so much especially when I know the set list like the back of my hand!!

I cannot wait for the warmer weather, I live in an area where it gets warm very frequently so I am not used to the cold! I’m dying to finally get some better weather! I don’t do well in the cold lol please stay warm!!!!!! Cold and windy is a dangerous combo for colds!!!

I ended up watching a few videos from The Korean Vegan!!! This will genuinely help me a lot with food ideas because I don’t eat meat! I haven’t eaten meat since I was 11 or 12. I’m 18 now so it’s been AWHILE and a lot of testing different foods! Watching the food videos really made my stomach growl lol!!!

I hope your week starts to get a lot better! You are always very kind and sweet and so I hope things start looking up :) you know my ask box and dms are always open!

Have a good day sheepie!!

Oh! P.s

I wanted to ask if you currently have any favorite stray kids songs! I am always curious to ask this of people!!!

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tentacle-stylograph · 1 year

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okay

hm.

well, okay. just a few bulletpoints ‘cause i want to work on homework a BIT tonight.

so.

well, first of all, i need to note that i didn’t quite do what the instructions said in the corner. i instead did " 'how important something is on the outside ring' and 'how much effort i've put toward that in the last two weeks on the inside ring,' both ranked from 1-10 with 10 being most important"

i have high expectations for myself: even if i’m doing pretty well in a category that’s important to me, i was liable to rank myself at least a BIT lower, like how i gave myself a 9 in health and a 5 in family, just one below its level of importance

continuing with the above point, i can be hard on myself. naturally that can leave me feeling disappointed in myself

i know that a good portion of the “parenting/relationships with children” category has to do with me thinking about my younger brother and my cousins, but they’re growing up, and i’ll need to start thinking about them differently, re-categorize them in the “intimate relationships,” “family,” or “friends” categories

apparently i forgot the more common definition of “intimate relationships” lol. but then that also makes sense that i get so stressed at the idea of making new friends and of letting my current friends down

I FEEL LIKE I'VE BEEN GIVING SCHOOL PRETTY MUCH ALL I CAN, AND I'M HAPPY THAT AT LEAST I'M BEING GENEROUS TO MYSELF IN THAT CATEGORY BECAUSE I HAVE BEEN WORKING HARD THE LAST COUPLE WEEKS, EVEN IF THIS SEMESTER WON'T GO PERFECTLY AND I'LL PROBABLY EVEN END UP WITH SOME FAMILY ISSUES BY HOW POORLY IT OBJECTIVELY WENT, WITH FAILING A CLASS

edit like five hours later: oh, eesh. okay yep. giving "intimate relationships" the only ten... it seems i was right to worry about possibly starting codependent relationships, if i'm not already in one or two. that seems like an easy thing to fall into with such priorities.

at the same time, i'm thinking about how glad i am at the level of importance i place on my own interests and my physical and monetary boundaries. my time and emotional boundaries are--well, i almost said they're "near non-existent," but i've been doing decent at saying no to things when i don't have the time, especially ever since learning the concept of "If you can't say no, that's not respect / actual consent." l

so, i guess it'll be good to keep in mind the idea of "hey, mistakes will probably be made. maybe you WILL end up in a codependent relationship, but that doesn't mean you'll get STUCK in a codependent relationship. if you both respect each other, it's possible to figure things out."

...a bit after making those above edits, i realized something interesting: i'm scared to make friends because i worry they'll be too draining for me and won't feel like actual friends, only obligations. but i get scared once i'm in a friendship because i worry i'm just an obligation to my friends, not someone they actually enjoy being around. ...okay, i realize now that's not necessarily a breakthrough. i've said many times (maybe not HERE but to my therapist or friends) that i know i'm projecting my own thoughts onto others, onto my friends. i'm assuming / fearing they have the same mindsets i do. but something....ugh, words suddenly died. um. in my imagined scenarios, something-something power dynamics switch depending on if i know someone or not: it goes from the new person being draining to, once the relationship is established, me being draining

i don't know what to do with that thought. now that i put it that way, it seems like... it's the same THING as the projecting, but it's a different CONCEPT. if that makes sense. like, the same thing is happening in both "scenarios" -- it's the same scenario -- but there are different interpretations / different ideas being applied. like looking at the situation from two different theoretical lenses.

yeah idk what to do with this train of thought now. it's past 3 am goodnight. i got some good thoughts thru this entry, tho, so yay

#hm #drawer under the shelf #(new tag to have something a bit lower in importance than *the shelf* but that i'll still want to find easily again hehe)#therapy

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soyouthinkucanwrite · 3 years

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Not in the best spirits to be honest

Warnings: no smut, just pure fluff and some minor angst.

After having his worst result of the season at the 2021 Styrian GP, Daniel is feeling frustrated and you fear he's going to isolate, making things harder on himself.

Gif by @yukitsunoda

"Babe", you tried to reach for him when he walked past you on his way from the car to the hospitality trailers.

Daniel just dodged your hand and walked straight past you, Michael giving you a simpathy smile and following behind. You let out a breath and walked after them. As soon as you walked out of the back door you saw the dozens of reporters waiting for the pilots, 'that couldn't be a worse timing' you thought to yourself, but that's the job. The PR guy from the Mclaren team was already waiting for Daniel in the little area, having organized the lineup of reporters. You stayed a little behind while Daniel talked to them.

"I mean, I know this could be done another time", you commented with Michael, who was just standing by your side.

"Tell me about it", he answered nodding his head.

From what you could catch of the interviews, you knew he was really trying to be nice and not lash out on the poor reporters who had nothing to do with the situation, much like he would try to do with you or anyone else who tried to talk or cheer him up right now. The only problem is that his way of doing that would be by closing himself down and isolating for a couple of hours or days until he's suddenly fine to be the life of the party again. Call it what you want, but that's definitely not processing and there's no way that's healthy or not adding up to some big mess in the near future.

The last interview was over now. Daniel said his goodbyes and started to walk towards the Mclaren hospitality trailer, the PR guy, you, and Michael following suit behind.

"You know what? This can wait. We'll catch up later, get some rest mate", the PR guy said to Daniel as soon as you walked inside the trailer, and you wished you knew his name so you could thank him properly.

"Yeah, thanks mate", Daniel answered and disappeared inside his room.

"See ya", the PR guy said to you and Michael on his way out.

"Bye, thank you", you answered and then turned to Michael. "Hey, you think I could have a couple minutes alone with him?"

"Yeah sure, but he needs to stretch...", Michael began and you gave him a look. "Later is fine though", and walked outside. You went down the corridor and inside the room where Daniel was sitting on the bed taking off his shoes.

"Babe", you stopped in front of him, looking down.

"Don't", he said in a short tone.

"Alright, we don't have to talk... just please don't shut me out", you said in a soothing voice, putting your hands on the sides of his head and turning him to look at you.

"(y/n) I'm serious, I'm not in the fucking mood just fucking leave me alone, will ya?", he snapped at you in a hash tone, making you jump a little and take a step back, crossing your arms and looking away. That's exactly what you were trying to avoid: for the wall he built around himself to get so tall no one could reach him. You walked around the room, not knowing what to do with yourself, so you just looked outside the window.

"Alright...", you whispered to yourself.

He let out a breath and ran his hands through his hair.

"I'm sorry", he said looking up at you but you still couldn't look him the eyes. "Look, I... you know I didn't mean it, right?"

"Maybe it's best I just leave you alone", you said walking outside the room.

"Hold on", he said reaching for your wrist and stopping you.

"It's fine, honestly. I didn't mean to be one more thing on your mind, sorry. I should've given you some space", you tried to smile at him but deep down you knew there was only one way this 'space' thing was going and you didn't like where it was. To be honest, it actually brought tears to your eyes to think about it.

"I don't want space. Not from you", he said pulling you closer.

You stepped in between his legs and he hugged you, so you started to run your hands through his sweaty curls.

"Don't really want to talk right now though, ok?", he added.

"Okay", you said relieved. "You want to change this clothes so we can go home? Relax properly?" He just humed in response. "Maybe go yell on the top of the mountains?" He laughed at that and you could feel him smiling against your stomach.

"Yeah, let's do that", you laughed and stepped back, sitting on the bed while he got up and took off his shirt, getting a towel and walking towards the bathroom to take a shower.

After a couple minutes he returned to the room and you looked up from your phone. He had his pants on, but his shirt was bundled up on his left shoulder, while he dried his hair with the towel.

"I really thought we had it this weekend" He said casually.

"Huh?" You asked looking away from his abs. He catched you and smirked.

"I said I thought we had it. Practice went good, I've had worse qualy's. What happened today, the engine losing power, it was a control thing, my fault, there's no other way to look at it", you listened closely to him. "It's fucking frustrating cause everyone worked so hard and I just blew it", 'So much for not wanting to talk right now' you thought to yourself, but you were glad he was opening up, you could see him relaxing by the word.

"You know what happened?", you asked.

"Yeah, I think I do. Want to try it out on the simulator this week but honestly, I just wish I could go back on the track right now and test it out", he said while putting his shirt on.

"I guess it's a good thing you're coming back next weeked", you offered. "I don't mean to be that person, but think about it, could be worse. Normally, you'd have to wait a whole year to try the car in the same track and even then the car would be different, right?"

"Yeah...", he said really thinking about it. "You're right actually"

"I'm always right. You should use the privilege of having me as a privite consultant more", you joked and he smirked at you, shoving his stuff inside a bag.

"You want me to use you more?", he waved his eyebrowns at you and you rolled your eyes, making him laugh. It was so relieving to see him coming back to himself, but you wanted to make sure he wasn't just pushing his frustrations to the back, instead of dealing with them.

"Dan, you know I mean it right? You can trust me, with anything. I don't think there's a single thing you could tell me that I wouldn't do my best to help you deal with, even if just by listening", you said seriously.

"I know", he turned to look at you. "I'm just not a fan of the whining"

"Then don't whine", you said simply. "Like the stuff you said about blewing up for the team. That's ridiculous. You do nothing but work hard and they know it, it's just simply outside your control. Yet. And they see you working to get it right. Once you do, you'll be unstoppable. The team will be unstoppable, I mean. It makes them work harder too, I can tell. Aren't you the one who's always saying that it's like a clock engine? Give yourself a break, you're just a piece. A major piece, sure, but don't carry the whole weight by yourself", you said standing up and he stepped forward, hugging you. "It's not whining babe, it's us against the world alright? Think about it as emotional support, mind strategy", you smiled.

"You're really good at this 'pep talk' thing, ya know? Maybe you should be a motivational speaker", he said making you laugh.

"I'd have to know every member of the audience as well as I know you. Besides, my hour is extremely expensive. I'm not convinced you can afford it yourself", you smiled.

"Can I pay you in sexual favors?", he leaned in to try to kiss you.

"Throw in some massages and breakfast in bed, and you got yourself a deal mister", you answered against his lips.

#Daniel Ricciardo #Daniel Ricciardo fic #Daniel Ricciardo x reader #daniel ricciardo fanfic #daniel ricciardo fluff

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misschifuyu · 3 years

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Temporary

characters: sano manjiro (mikey) + gn! reader

genre: angst

warnings: swearing

It didn’t take a genius to notice.

At first, you figured it was simply because of work; busy work amongst the members that he had to deal with, taking up all his free time. You understood what it meant to be the leader of such a prestigious gang - if one could call it as such - so you didn’t think much of it.

“Did everything go okay today?”

“Yeah”

It was strange, to say the least, seeing him so quiet as you greeted him into your home. Having not seen him in a few days, you figured this would be a perfect opportunity to get together, one Wednesday afternoon you thought he would be free.

Of course, he had answered your text with an ‘okay’ to your suggestion; as a result, you were surprised to see him in such a glum mood.

That afternoon he had sat with you, but it felt as though the two of you were miles apart. Only a few words were exchanged, and you knew, without a doubt, that something wasn’t right.

Days passed on, and you tried to leave him some space. You knew well how much Mikey could get overwhelmed with life’s troubles, so you figured it was best to leave him sort them out before trying to intervene. The last thing you wanted was to make matters worse, after all, so you trusted it was the right decision.

Unfortunately, this ended up spanning into a week without knowing anything about him.

As it got to the 7th day, you couldn’t stop yourself from calling him. Grabbing your own, you clicked on his profile, a picture of the two of you showing up as you did.

What if something had happened to him?

Listening to the ringing tone by your ear, your mind drifted off into all the possibilities; despite knowing how your boyfriend was, you still worried for him. More than he could ever even imagine, frankly.

After a few seconds, you reckoned he wasn’t going to pick up. You couldn’t even begin to think of why, your legs taking you out into the streets of Tokyo as you hurried to the place you could only think he would be.

Near the riverbed.

Luckily, your house wasn't located too far from the spot where you had spent countless evenings throughout your relationship. It always seemed to bring Mikey a sense of serenity, watching the water flow by as he would rest on the grassy hill. Truthfully, you weren't entirely sure you'd find him there, but it was a place to start searching for him, at least.

Rounding the corner of the final block, you spotted a sitting figure. By the flowing, black jacket that was hung on the person's back, you recognised them immediately - unless another Toman member had decided to get a very similar haircut to your boyfriend, that is.

You were relieved, glad to know that you weren't going to have to search for him or even ask around for his whereabouts. And as far as you could tell, he didn't seem to be injured or in any bad state. Letting your chest heave out a deep breath from running just seconds earlier, you slowed down your pace to approach him.

He was silent. No surprise, seeing as he was alone, but as you got closer you could tell that he was far from being in a happy mood. The way his eyes were locked onto the distant view of the city made it clear that he was deep in though, and seeing as he wasn't accompanied by anyone, it would seem that he had come here to be alone with his thoughts.

A sense of pity filled your senses, and all you wanted to do was console him. But you knew that would be of no way to come up to him, so you stopped a few metres away from him, hoping he had already sensed your presence, so as to not startle him.

"...Manjiro?"

Addressing him by his first name, you remained still in your position. By his slow reaction, you assumed he had known you were there, but had chosen to ignore your presence until you spoke up.

He looked up at you with what could only be described as an empty stare. It worried you, seeing him look at you with such dull eyes, but you stood silent, waiting for him to speak up on his behalf.

"Why are you here?"

Far from what you had expected as the first words he aimed at you after a week's worth of disappearance, you sucked in a breath. Was this really his reaction upon seeing you after such a time period? And if you hadn't come, would he have continued to act as if you held no place in his life?

"I wanted to make sure you were doing okay...You haven't come over for a week, so I was starting to worry and-"

"It was for your own good"

Upon his interruption, you knitted your eyebrows together, a prominently confused look on your face.

"What?"

Mikey blinked away from you, looking instead towards whatever was behind you. He was avoiding eye contact with you, and that was the last thing you needed when you were trying to understand him. His distance had been a clear sign that something was wrong, and now he couldn't even bare to look straight at you.

"Things have been getting complicated as of late, and I didn't want to bother you with all of that"

Now that you had a closer look at him, you could see that he wasn't in the same shape he was always in. His right arm, which had been out of your sight until you stopped before him, showed a series of dark bruises, and a nasty cut was split by his top lip, clearly caused recently by the bright, red tones that made up the injury.

That wasn't to mention his ripped attire. Strewn across the sleeves and even the front piece, they looked to be a consequence from a knife, tearing the fabric in an attempt to reach him instead.

"Mikey, you know you would never bother me with any of this, you should've come to my house, I would've helped you"

With a shake of his head, the blond strands that you so loved to run your fingers through moved in sync with his movements.

"No, Y/N. Shit gets ugly after a fight, and the last thing I want is for you to see me like that. Can't you just be patient for a little longer?"

His tone was starting to sound aggravated, and you hadn't the faintest ideas as to why. All you had done was come up to him to ask about his wellbeing, and yet he was adamant in pushing you away.

"Patient? Mikey, I've been worried sick this past week, not knowing where you've been or what you've been doing. All I've gotten are ignored calls and messages, do you really expect me to just be alright with that?"

He had turned to look back at the river by now, listening to you but with what seemed to be very little interest. It was as if you were speaking to a wall, and you were starting to get worried that this wasn't going to end well.

The fact he didn't trust you enough to continue to be at his side when at his lowest point was giving you clear signs that something wasn't going right in the relationship. He had helped you countless times when you needed him, so how come he didn't allow himself to seek out your help in such times?

The silence between the two of you was heart wrenching.

"Manjiro? Are you even listening to me?"

Shoulders lifting, he closed his eyes momentarily before turning fully towards you.

"Y/N, I'm just fucking afraid you'll end up seeing me the way I see myself. It's not all sunshine and smiles, but I don't want you to see that because I know damn well you'll leave me if I show up to your house looking like this"

So he didn't.

He didn't believe he could count on you when he was going through tough moments. He truly thought you were so empty-hearted that you would leave him for something you knew right from the start could happen. Hell, you knew before even dating that he could show up busted and bloodied out of the blue.

And yet he had convinced himself that, somehow, you would ditch him because of it.

He had created a distance between the two of you, one that you had never thought even existed. On your behalf, such a gap had never even come to mind, but it seemed his just continued to grow.

"I would never leave you for something like that, Mikey...why would you even think of that? I love you for everything that you are, no matter the state you come home in"

"Don't lie to yourself, Y/N. I know what kind of person I can be, and it's far from something one would want to be with. I'm a worthless idiot who spends his days fighting endlessly without a clear objective...what if I end up doing the same to you?"

"Mikey, don't say that, you know-"

"No, I fucking don't, okay? Every damn day I'm scared that I could turn on everything that I know and love, and I don't want you to go through that"

You could feel a knot in your stomach as you took in his words, each one hurting more that the last. Why would he speak about himself like that? You knew he didn't have an easy life but, turn on everyone? That was far from the reality.

"But-"

"Look, I'm not dealing with this, now or ever. If it bothers you that much, you can leave. I'm not going to put you in any sort of danger, so if you see that as negligence, I don't see us getting any further than this"

That's how he felt.

That's how he felt about the relationship; something to be brushed off so easily in a matter of a few words.

Just a temporary circumstance.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers mikey #tokyo revengers x reader #sano manjiro #mikey x reader #manjiro x reader #angst #tokyo revengers scenarios #tokrev

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evacado3 · 3 years

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His princess ❣︎

joongooxreader pt1 pt2 pt3/3

Word count: 1393

When the chairman asked to see you personally, the first thought was definitely, I'm getting promoted.

This is it, after working full-time with that dimwit, I'm getting promoted~ And I might finally get a chance to work with Gun! You squealed at the thought, skipping through the hallways in delight, faintly humming a song.

In front of his door, you smoothed out your suit, a brand new one just for this exact event. Taking a deep breath, you pushed open the door. But what awaited you was a little, no, a lot different to what you expected. A smug-looking man, manspreading on the couch, and the chairman sitting straightly.

"Princess, I missed you!" Goo exclaimed, not too surprised when you shot him a glare. Ngl, after working with him for nearly two weeks, it's shocking how much he grew onto you. Is this his manipulative side everyone talks about?

Maybe the gut feelings were mistaken, maybe the butterflies that erupted in your stomach when the nickname 'princess' was used, were simply all an illusion.

Oh, but he noticed, how that glare was far softer than before. How your eyes would linger on him a bit longer every time he treats you after work. How you wouldn't protest about his sickly sweet nicknames anymore, how you'd enjoy his company.

The chairman snapped you out of your trance, "Take a seat." You plopped down on the place besides Goo where his hands patted. Honestly a little confused as to why you complied without complaint. You might not catch it, but his smirk widened more seeing you so obedient.

"I don't think you've heard, but you've made quite a name for yourself, miss y/n."

You tilted your head in perplex, and why on earth was Goo gawking at you like that. Creep.

"Goo's princess."

"Pardon me?" your neck snapped towards the strict man. you couldn't find an ounce of insincerity on his emotionless face. Dead silence rang through the room till Goo's laughter burst out in amusement.

Oh lord how you were wrong, let's never underestimate your gut feeling. The butterflies are going insane upon his laughter, wait, why are my cheeks burning?

"Princess! This is unexpected, but what we're trying to say is ..."

The sentence echoed throughout the room.

"What did you say?"

"I said, what we're trying to say is, you'll stay working with me, sweet pea!"

Hold on, haha I'm so tired I'm hallucinating. Right?

Your face was blank, well more like restrained.

All you were thinking about was should you risk it by yelling in the chairman's face. Though in the end, you'd rather not lose your job. So you took a big breath, "What's the meaning of this?" you said exasperated.

Goo brushed his hair back, standing up with hands behind his back. "Well, I suggested to the chairman, since more people will be targeting you now, there's no need to change and put other people into danger! Right? Miss y/n." he announced proudly.

The first use of your name to ever fall out of his lips.

"Do you have a fever princess? You're a bit red." Goo mentioned. This man needs to stop examining you like that, with those tempting eyes. You didn't even notice he took off his glasses until you finally looked him in the eye.

"I-I'm fine, just recovering from the shock." you blurted out. "But president, does that mean I have to stick with this moro- I meant Goo, until the rumors are resolved? And without increasing my salary?" you sulked.

The man cut off Goo before he could speak, "If a raise is what you're looking for, that's already done. But about the rumors, they won't go out after a day."

To be honest, your face is more green than red. Hold on, didn't I come here just to work with my beloved jonggun, time out, what's going on.

"Please just tell me what's gonna happen." sighing loudly, you lean forwards, massaging your forehead with one hand.

"I'm going to make you collect debts with joongoo instead of jonggun."

Ok, that's it. You blew up. "Wait! Chairman please, you cannot be serious about this!" Man did your dreams just wash down the drain in front of you, yeah it did.

"Buttercup, you don't have to worry about working with me! I'm reliable you know?" Goo grinned, seeing you speechless gave him another level of refreshment.

A fly might have gotten into your mouth, but that's all nothing compared to the bullshit you've just heard. Your mouth wide open, trying to digest the info you were given.

"Hold on, so you're telling me, to work every day plus night, full-time, no rest while dealing with a fool AND putting my life on the line?"

"You're pay is increased by 50 percent."

"Deal."

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"Hey boss, it's them! Goo and his woman!"

You rolled your eyes hearing those words, crossing your arms, "Gosh could people stop saying that?"

Goo turned around to smirk at you, "I could get used to this, in fact, I think this is fantastic!" He turned back only to meet the eyes of the gang's boss. Oh how he terrified him with his menacing smile, a signature one of course.

"Jackass," you muttered under your breath.

"Hey, you give me a new nickname every time don't ya. What about hubby, or even prince char-"

"No way! There's no charming thing about you, I'll stick with my nicknames thank you. But anyway, why is the leader quivering like that?"

Something's not right.

"You've got to be kidding me.” you groaned.

The head only chuckled tensely, “M-mister Goo, you certainly are early, would you like something to drink? Or..." he scratched the back of his head. I wish I could tell him to drop that fake ass smile.

Goo checks his watch with a grimaced face, "No, we're just on time. Now if you would kindly show us what you've prepared?" he leaned towards the boss.

The leader avoided eye contact with the towering man, mumbling a few words. "Huh? I can't hear you man, hold on, you do have the money right? My schedule was delayed and I've given you guys three extra days!" he made a pissed-off face, "I was gonna grab dinner after this, so let's clear up this misunderstanding. Fast."

This doesn't usually happen frequently, the sum isn't even that difficult to make. Unless if you're not good with money, but then why would you make a gang?

Do I just have bad luck, still I'm glad I'm not wearing anything too expensive. The crew didn't look too pleased with Goo's statement, one by one they begin taking out their weapons.

"Princess, behind you~"

You sighed while murmuring some curses, lifting your arm and slamming back your clenched fist, whacking the guy's nose. Why am I always the option for a hostage? Sighing even more, you asked, "You want help?"

"Yes please cutie, but if you keep sighing like that, you'll get shorter!" The audacity of this man to insult you while fighting off people like it's such a daily thing.

Upon his mockery, you decided to just not help, walking away from the scene and ignoring his whining apologies. Instead, approaching the boss on the side, flinching when he felt your firm grip on his shoulders. What a pussy, you thought, is he shorter than me?

"Don't come near me! Guards, hey!" he shrieks, earning a loud snicker from you. "You call yourself the boss? Hey, look at me. Your guards aren't coming ok? You'll have to deal with me."

You grinned, one that sends chills down his spine, making him back off into a corner. Goo should be done soon, even if he isn't, he's gonna rush. Just to see the daunting expression on your face when you finished your job.

Then at the end of the day, he'll award you for your hard work. Even taking a nice short stroll with you, treating you some ice cream. Things like this are what makes work tolerable, it's not far-fetched to even say enjoyable. Though you'd never admit.

And he won't stop spoiling you, not until he loses interest. But maybe, just maybe those little butterflies are also fluttering in his tummy. Somethings telling him this isn't just about interest, it's a lot more.

After all, you are his princess.

#gooxreader #goo #goo kim #lookism x reader #goo lookism #webtoon lookism #lookism #joongoo #kim joongoo #fanfic

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bumblesimagines · 3 years

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Green Thumb

Part 8

Request: Yes or No

Sam and y/n had more development than y/n and Wanda lmao

You crossed your arms as you entered the room, glancing at the older man. You shared a look with Sam and Wanda, taking a seat in between Sam and Vision. You licked your lips, leaning towards Sam.

"What's this about?" You asked quietly, gaze flickering to Tony who sat in a corner.

"If I had to guess.. Probably about what happened in Lagos." Sam replied, glancing at Steve and Natasha. You frowned, looking at the Secretary of State.

"The world owes the Avengers an unpayable debt." He began, gaze sweeping over everyone in the room.

"You have.. Fought for us, protected us, risked your lives but while a great many people see you as heroes, there are some who would prefer the term 'vigilantes.'"

"And what word would you use, Mr. Secretary?" Natasha asked, studying the older man. You looked back at Tony Stark, making brief eye contact with him. It felt like an intervention. Or a teacher scolding their class after they made the sub cry.

"How about dangerous?" You frowned, looking forward when you heard his words.

"What would you call a group of US based enhanced individuals who routinely ignore borders and inflict their will wherever they choose and who, quite frankly, seem unconcerned about what they leave behind?" Mr. Secretary asked, looking over the small group in disappointed. You'd hate to admit it, but he had a point. The citizens of Sokovia were left to find new homes and the people of Lagos had to fix what had been destroyed. Mr. Secretary stepped to the side, looking at the screen. Videos began playing of all the times the Avengers caused destruction and most likely death. Wanda looked away, growing uncomfortable as the aftermath of the Lagos incident played. She already felt guilty enough about it. She had told you many times how she wished it would've gone differently. Steve noticed, frown deepening.

"That's enough." He called, watching the screen turn off.

"For the last few years, you've operated with unlimited power and no supervision. That's a decision the governments of the world can no longer tolerate." Mr. Secretary told them, hands clasped behind his back. You frowned, brows furrowing slightly.

"But we have a solution." Mr. Secretary took a book from his bodyguard, stepping forward and handing it to Wanda. Wanda picked it up, looking it over.

"The Sokovia Accords.. Approved by a hundred and seventeen countries." Wanda slid the book over to Rhodes so he could take a proper look at it. You looked at Mr. Secretary as he walked around the table.

"It states that the Avengers shall no longer be a private organization. Instead, they'll operate under the supervision of The United Nations Panel, only when and if that panel deems it necessary."

"That's such bullshit." You whispered. Mr. Secretary turned towards you, cocking a brow. Natasha let an amused smile slip while Sam covered up his snicker with a cough.

"The Avengers were created to make the world a safer place." Steve spoke up before he could address you.

"This is the middle ground." Mr. Secretary said, walking to the front again and facing everyone.

"The Accords will be ratified in a couple days." Steve turned towards Tony, earning a silent response.

"I'll leave you to discuss."

"And if we come to a decision you don't like?" Leave it to Natasha to say what was on everyones' minds. Mr. Secretary paused as he approached the door.

"Then you retire." He answered plainly. You watched him leave, picking up the cup of water infront of You You went to take a sip but it turned to ice before you could drink from it. With a small huff, you placed it down.

"That's new." Natasha called with a small smile, hoping to ease the tension in the room. You stood up, leaving the meeting room and heading to the lounge. The others followed, taking more comfortable seats on the couch. A debate quickly started between Rhodes and Sam while Steve looked through the Accords.

"Have you two thought about starting a debate club?" You asked, tapping the frozen water a few times before it finally turned back to normal water. Natasha let out a small snort, chuckling as she shook her head.

"I have an equation." Vision announced, stopping Rhodes and Sam. They turned towards him.

"In the eight years since Mr. Stark announced himself as Iron Man, the number of enhanced people has grown and during the same period, the number of world ending events has risen."

"So, it's Starks' fault?" You asked, leaning back in your seat with a tilted head. Tony scoffed from his spot on the couch, rolling his eyes.

"I'm saying, there might be a causality. Our very strength invites challenge, challenge insights conflict, and conflict... Breeds catastrophe. Oversight is not an idea that should be dismissed."

"I wish I understood half of what you said." You muttered softly, running your finger the leaf of a plant beside the seat. Natasha turned towards Tony, watching him.

"You're being uncharacteristic non-hyper verbal." Natasha pointed out softly as he looked at her with a deep sigh. Steve looked up from the Accords.

"It's cause he already made up his mind." Steve said, earning a small eye roll. Tony slowly sat up, rubbing the back of his head.

"Actually, I'm nursing a headache." He muttered as he stood up, walking towards the coffee machine. He poured himself some coffee and grabbed a bottle of pills before sighing and placing down a device. He showed an image of a young man.

"Oh, that's Charles Spencer, by the way. A great kid. Computer engineering degree, 3.6 GPA, had a floor level gig for the fall. He decided to spend his summer building sustainable housing for the people in Sokovia." Tony said, obviously agitated as he looked over everyone. You wondered why he now cared for the people who were injured during attacks.

"He wanted to make a difference although we'll never know cause we dropped a building on him while kicking ass." Everyone stayed silent as he spoke. You watched him take a pill, drinking it with the coffee.

"There's no decision making here. We need to be put in check. Whatever form that takes, I'm game. If we can't accept limitations, we're no better than the bad guys."

"Tony, when someone dies on your watch, you don't give up." Steve closed the Accords, looking at Tony with a frown.

"Who says we're giving up?"

"We are by not taking responsibilities for our actions. This document shifts the blame." Steve voiced his opinion, shrugging lightly.

"Steve, that is dangerously arrogant." Rhodes spoke up, shaking his head. Steve turned towards him.

"This is the United Nations we're talking about. It's not the world security counsel, it's not S.H.I.E.L.D, it's not HYDRA-"

"But it's run by people with agendas and agendas change." Steve pointed out as you rubbed your forehead, sighing softly. Both sides had good points but you sided with Steve. The team was obviously divided.

"What do you think, (Y/N)?" Vision asked, looking at you curiously. You licked your lips, gaze focusing on Tony.

"I'm curious as to why you care so much about this Charles guy. You've had, what was it? Eight years as Iron Man to care about the people who get hurt? Why now? Cause you realized one of those people could become the new you? Would you care this much about Charles if he had been a typical guy? No degree, no plans for the future, just a normal guy working a normal 9 to 5 job and just trying to make it through the week. I agree with Steve. What if something happens and they don't send us to help because it doesn't go with their agenda? People get hurt cause you've never set up a system to help after these things happen. You're a fucking billionaire, Tony. Make a company that's designed to help people get back on their feet after the Avengers bulldoze through cities." You said, legs crossing as you looked over everyone else. Steve gave a small nod, glad you were seeing his side. He checked his phone, abruptly standing and announcing he had to leave. You and the others watched him go in confusion.

"To answer your questions, I do care about normal people." Tony said, arms crossing. You let out a soft groan, leaning back in the couch.

"I'm sorry, what are you? Twelve? Didn't you turn twenty this year?" Tony cocked a brow, watching as you rolled your eyes and stood.

"Yeah, I did turn twenty. Surprised you knew considering you've never particularly liked me."

"Well, first impressions are everything and you did try impaling me with a branch."

"Maybe I should've."

"Alright, boys, let's calm down." Natasha called, placing a hand on your shoulder. You turned and walked towards the steps, heading down to your room at the facility. You entered and plopped down on the bed, running a hand through your hair. You tapped your foot on the ground, fingers going to the root bracelets in an attempt to relax. Wanda opened the door, closing it behind her and sitting beside you.

"What's wrong?" She asked softly, staring at you in concern. You weren't one to snap at others so quickly.

"There's so much going on. The Accords, my fucking powers, the sudden change in Nat and Tony, you possibly getting into trouble cause of the Lagos incident.. That could've been me." You breathed out. Wanda frowned, brows furrowing.

"No, it wouldn't have."

"I shot fire out of my hands and turned water to ice without meaning to. They're getting unpredictable." You looked at her, grip on the roots tightening. Wanda's gaze flickered to the window, making you turn. Part of the window was covered in a thin layer of ice.

"And that just proved my point."

"You're an incredible person, (N/N). Have faith in yourself. You'll gain control of them sooner or later. You have beautiful powers that could change and heal the world." Wanda pointed out gently, having you rest your head on her shoulder. She softly began to hum a lullaby. You didn't understand the words but her soft voice proved to be soothing.

"Thank you."

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"Why'd you call me again?" You asked, toying with the strings of your hoodie as you looked around the cafe. You had planned on taking a nap and watching a new show on Netflix but it seemed like Steve had other plans for you.

"Because I trust you and need your help." Steve replied, fixing his baseball cap as he tried avoiding eye contact with civilians.

"Really?" You asked softly. Steve nodded, offering a smile. He licked his lips, nodding to the tv. You turned, looking at the news. You really didn't have to considering what they were showing was right down the street.

"Your friend?" You looked back at Steve with a tilted head.

"We gotta find him before anyone else does." Steve said. You nodded, watching him. Steve had been desperately trying to find his friend, Bucky, since the attempt on Furys' life.

"I'll go in alone. We don't want to seem threatening or set him off by going in as a trio."

"(Y/N)? Being threatening? He can't even scare a baby!" Sam said in amusement, shooting you a playful grin.

"Right back at you, bird boy."

"I'm sorry, who here is named after the top bird of prey?" Sam asked, leaning forward slightly as Steve let out an amused sigh.

"Oh, I didn't know you were named after eagles." You responded, smiling in triumph when Sam huffed lightly.

"Come on, you two." Steve chuckled, leaving the cafe and heading down the sidewalk.

"I don't trust Stark." You told them, arms crossing. Sam glanced at you as Steve turned into an alleyway.

"Not surprised considering the little fight you two had."

"I think he had Vis keep an eye on me and Wanda. I snuck out while he was with Wanda in the kitchen." You told him, frowning.

"Firstly, I'm an adult-"

"That's questionable."

"-And secondly, he's not my dad." You took off the hoodie as Steve unlocked a car parked in the alleyway, giving Sam the duffle bag with his outfit. You looked at your phone when it buzzed, seeing texts from Clint.

Clint

Heard you had a fight with Stark

Clint

You're officially an Avenger now

You smiled softly, chuckling softly at the texts. You waited for the guys to finish changing before taking the earpiece from Steve. The apartment building had been nearby so you and Sam headed onto the roof while Steve entered.

"How well do you think this will go?" You asked Sam, looking for any sign of law enforcement.

"Wanna bet?"

"How much?" You looked at him, giving a small grin. Sam looked up at the sky for a moment, thinking it over.

"30 bucks. I bet this will go to shit and this dude will escape."

"I bet we'll get into serious shit but this dude will either come with us or get caught." You replied. Sam stuck out his hand, nodding. You shook it, chuckling softly. You turned your head, noticing movement.

"We've got company, Cap."

"They're approaching from the south." Sam added, attention focused on them. You heard Steve begin to talk to someone, watching the cars pull in and get ready. You turned your head, hearing the door to the roof open.

"Shit." You whispered, letting Sam pick you up and lift you into the air. You could hear the fight going on inside through the earpiece.

"Should we help?" You asked, glancing up at Sam.

"No clue." Sam replied, watching Bucky jump from the apartment onto the roof of another building. You noticed someone running at a high speed, jumping up onto the roof and knocking Bucky down.

"They have cat ears." You mumbled, pushing Sam's arms away.

"Deal with them." You motioned to the German police force on the roof, hoping down onto the roof. You raised your hand, a root shooting out and grabbing the strangers arm, refraining them from clawing at Bucky. Bucky turned his head, making eye contact with you. Your eyes widened when the man grabbed the root, using what felt like super strength to toss you off the roof. You quickly used a root to grab onto the side, breathing out a sigh of relief. Sam took care of a helicopter before flying by to grab you.

"Thanks." You breathed out, holding onto him as he followed the chase. Steve, Bucky, and the cat guy went into one of the tunnels. Sam flew in once there was an opening, trying to help Steve with the cat guy. You huffed when the cat guy grabbed Sam's ankle, pointing your hand at him and shooting a strong gust of air. The cat guy lost his grip monetarily but quickly grabbed on again. Bucky threw up an explosive so Sam quickly stopped, flinging the guy off him. Sam landed, walking past the rubble. You sighed, raising your hands as you and Sam were quickly surrounded by cops.

"Mom's gonna kill me." You whispered.

"That's what you're concerned about?" Sam asked, glancing at you in disbelief.

"We're getting arrested, (Y/N)!"

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cherryonigiri · 3 years

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nanami kento [evenings with you]

nanami kento x reader || cw: descriptions of blood/injuries, light angst

a/n: this is just self-indulgent writing for me but i'm v stressed about school rn and this is the result. just imagine that y/n is a bio/medical phd candidate lol.

Nanami can tell that you're stressed. Usually you savor the nights he's not on overtime, asking him about work and refusing to leave his side for most of the evening. He's used to you being attentive, so the fact that you've asked him the same question twice within the last ten minutes is already setting alarm bells ringing in his head. You're constantly fiddling with something, or flashing furtive glances towards the bedroom when you think he's not paying attention.

It only gets worse after dinner. You insist on washing up, something about how you want him to 'enjoy his night off.' Nanami compromises, silently grabbing a towel and drying the dishes. It's clear that your mind is elsewhere. Your hands scrub the porcelain on autopilot, and he can hear you muttering under your breath.

Every now and then you'll mutter a list of tasks under your breath. Nanami remembers you mentioning that things were hectic in lab. You're almost always still working when gets home from work, even when it's well past when you eat your dinner. It's clear that you've had a busy day-- the apartment is far more cluttered than it usually is. There are post-it and pieces of scrap paper stuck to every single surface, and a forgotten pile of folded laundry rests on the couch.

An intense burning sensation across your palm causes you cry out. "Shit!" You drop the knife you were washing in favor of cradling your already bleeding hand. Nanami is instantly by your side, firmly pressing the dishcloth against your cut. There is a worrying amount of red seeping into the fabric, so he silently ushers you to the bathroom.

It's a strange reversal of roles. He's used to being the one leaning leaning against the counter while you bandage his wounds. Instead, it's you who is perched on the marble surface, wincing as he dabs an antiseptic soaked cotton ball against your injury. "Sorry, I'm almost done," he says when you let out a loud hiss.

"It's fine," you reply, sheepishly looking away. "I should have been paying more attention."

Nanami chooses to only respond with a nonchalant hum, focusing on cleaning your palm. The two of you sit there in comfortable silence while he applies ointment to the cut, adding gauze once he's finished. It's only when he reaches for the bandages that he decides to ask. "What's stressing you out?"

Your eyes widen as you realize you've been caught. Nanami is rarely home early these days, especially since he's been mentoring Itadori on behalf of Gojo. (Not that you mind - in the few times you've met Itadori through video call with Nanami, the pink-haired student's sunny disposition has never failed to cheer you up.) When he'd texted you saying he'd be home by dinner, you'd jumped at the opportunity to spend some much needed time with him. You'd pulled out the stops, cooking something a little fancier, and intent on spending the earlier part of the evening cuddling with him. Secretly, you had planned to sneak out of bed after he'd fallen asleep (he always goes to bed early on days like these) and finish preparing for the gauntlet of meetings and presentations you had tomorrow. It was your fault for putting off the tasks, and you didn't want to let your own bad habits get in the way of some quality time with your boyfriend.

"It's nothing, I just have a lot on my plate tomorrow." You do your best to laugh it off, but quickly trail off once when you catch Nanami's deadpan expression. He's always been too good at seeing through your white lies. "I put off some work..." A raised eyebrow from him prompts you to continue, "And I was planning on doing it after you went to bed..." You can't help it when your face scrunches into a pout. After all, now your carefully-laid deception has been revealed.

When Nanami bursts into amused chuckles, you're momentarily surprised, but quickly go back to sulking. "Stop laughing at me Ken!" you whine, "I'm a--"

"Self-aware procrastinator," he finishes your sentence with an amused grin. "I know love, I know. I've seen you write far too many papers within 24-hours of a deadline to be surprised." He presses an affectionate kiss against your wrist.

You scowl at your boyfriend, snatching your bandaged hand away from his grasp. "I'm glad that my suffering is entertaining for at least one person." You stomp back to the bedroom in faux-anger, smiling when you hear Nanami's footsteps not far behind you.

When he steps into the bedroom Nanami drapes his frame over your shoulders, his warm torso nestled against your back. "It is one of your more...endearing traits," he murmurs into your ear before pressing a kiss into the crook of your neck. You can feel your cheeks and ears tingle at his words of affection.

"Sometimes you can be such a sweet talker," you mumble to yourself while you change into your pajamas. This week it's been an old Jujutsu tech hoodie and a pair of well-worn athletic shorts.

"Only for you," Nanami replies while he undoes the buttons of his outfit, chucking his tan pants and blue button up into the laundry basket in the corner. He dons a pair of sweatpants before returning your side to recapture you in another affectionate hug. It's a well kept secret of the Kento-Y/N household that Nanami Kento likes to lounge around shirtless in the privacy of his apartment. (You've been sworn to secrecy, but only because your boyfriend claims that Gojo and the students would have a field day teasing him if this information were to be made public amongst the jujutsu sorcerer community.)

Turning around, you wrap your arms around his waist, burying your nose against his torso and taking in his comforting scent. It's been so long since the two of you have had a moment to yourselves, and for once your hectic thoughts are silenced in favor of sharing a moment of calm bliss with Nanami. He hums in appreciation, thumbs rubbing soothing circles against your hips.

"Do you want to watch anything tonight?" you ask after a few seconds of silence.

"No," he replies. "I was actually planning on reading the briefing Ichiji just sent me. Gojo apparently has another scheme up his sleeve." You giggle when your boyfriend lets out a pained sigh. On more than one occasion, your boyfriend has ranted to you about Gojo's unorthodox approach to exorcism. "I swear that idiot shaves a year off my lifespan every time I go on a mission with him," Nanami complains. "He's taking away the years I could spend in Malaysia."

You hum thoughtfully before responding, "Then do you mind--"

Once again, Nanami already knows what you're going to say. "Just remember to bring your laptop charger, I know you have a thousand tabs open on your computer right now," he says while exiting to the living room. After a few moments you join him, overburdened laptop and charger in hand. You both take your usual spots in the living room, him resting comfortably in the center of the loveseat and you sitting on a floor cushion, nestled between his legs. Soon you've fallen into a groove, fingers steadily typing on the keyboard. The warmth of Nanami's presence next to you brings a sense of calm, giving you the grounding focus you need to finish off the last of your tasks.

As he thumbs through the printouts Ichiji gave him, Nanami can't help but let his eyes drift towards you every now and then. You look so adorable when you work. From the way your brow furrows whenever you reread a line, to the way you unconsciously chew on your lip when you scrutinize your draft for any errors. Every now and then he'll gently run his fingers through your hair, relishing the content sighs you let out in response.

It only takes about another hour before you're (finally) closing all your tabs (he still doesn't know why your laptop hasn't crashed yet). As you scroll through social media, your head begins to droop. Soon enough you've fallen asleep, breaths coming in soft and even puffs as you rest against his thigh. Smiling to himself, he puts down his papers and gently lifts your body from the floor. He's careful not to wake you as he slowly makes his way back to the bedroom.

Setting you on the bed, he tucks you under the blankets before lying beside you. The moonlight coming through your window softly illuminates your relaxed features, and he softly traces the outline of your face with his thumb. As he continues to caress your cheek, his eyes are drawn to the dark circles under your eyes. He rarely falls asleep after you these days - between his physically demanding occupation and the ever growing number of things you are responsible for at work- he's often the first to fall asleep from sheer exhaustion while you work well into the night. Not to mention that he's had to spend an increasing number of nights away from you, either on challenging missions or accompanying Gojo's students. And while he knows most of your stress comes from being a student, he can't help but feel guilty about all the additional distress his status as a jujutsu sorcerer has caused you.

When you started dating him, you insisted that Shoko teach you how to suture. He hates how much your stitches have improved since then. The neatness of your stitches is a constant reminder of how much you've endured because of him. When he hears you trying to muffle your sobs into a pillow, he swears he can feel his heart crack in his chest, hurting more than any kind of physical wound from battle. Those nights end with him holding you tightly to his bandaged chest, murmuring reassurances and affection into the crown of your head until you've calmed down enough to fall into a fitful sleep. Even when you're unconscious he'll still continue, words morphing into apologies for the sadness he's inflicted upon your shoulders.

Feeling his eyelids being to droop, Nanami presses one last kiss against your forehead before laying down. He wraps his arms around your waist, surrounding you with warmth, hoping that his presence will be enough to keep your nightmares away, at least for tonight. I love you, y/n is the last thought he has before he drifts away, ready to dream of a tropical sunset and a peaceful future with you by his side.

#nanami x reader #nanami kento #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen imagines

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kamyru · 2 years

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Headcanons for IM characters, Toma, Yukihisa, Jun and Go when their fem s!o asks them if she can carry them bridal style? Thank you!

Hi, @joyfulenthusiastwitch, thank you for your request. I'm sorry for taking so long for answering your request. Though, after answering an angst request for Irresistible Mistakes, I thought it would be a good idea to have something cute and funny next. I hope you'll like my headcanons. Enjoy! ❤️

MC carrying Irresistible Mistakes guys bridal style (Toma Kiriya, Yukihisa Maki, Jun Araki, Go Okubo) (Headcanons)

Toma Kiriya

Toma had to work a lot to build his confidence. Though, one thing he was always confident in was his physics.

MC was glad about it. Who wouldn't be? Toma had a godly body hidden underneath layers of clothes.

Though, sometimes she wanted to slap him.

"How were you living alone? You struggle with things as simple as opening jars," Toma teased his girlfriend.

What he didn't know was the number of lids she ruined because she used a knife to open them.

But what Toma wouldn't ever know was the real reason MC asked him to do this.

Of course, it was sometimes hard for her to do it. But the real reason she used her boyfriend was that she liked to see how his muscles flexed when he opened the jars.

Though, enough was enough.

"It's dangerous to underestimate the strength of the person you are living with," MC teased him back.

"I bet you struggle to lift Takuro."

MC let out a breath and walked to him, asking him to relax.

"I won't let you tickle me," Toma said while getting defensive.

"I won't tickle you. I promise."

Toma trusted MC. But every trustful relationship is in danger when the tickle enters the game.

Unexpectedly, Toma didn't start to laugh and lose control over his body.

Instead, he felt how he got lifted from where he stayed and moved to their shared bed.

His heart skipped a bit. Now he could understand why girls always liked to be carried bridal style.

"Say it again, that I'm not strong enough," MC laughed and dropped Toma on the bed.

Knowing how good it felt to be carried, Toma promised himself that he would do it more often for MC. At the same time, he wished she would carry him too.

Maybe teasing her from time to time that she couldn't open the jars would be a good solution.

Yukihisa Maki

"Do you prefer piggybacks or being carried bridal style?" Yuki asked MC, who nodded off in the middle of their home movie date.

"Bridal style," she answered under her breath.

Yuki could understand by his girlfriend's voice that she was sleepy. Though, he liked to tease her.

"Why?"

It took MC some time to gather all her energy and search for an answer. Though, her mind was too exhausted to form anything coherent.

"Have you ever been piggybacked?" she asked, with more energy than Yuki had expected.

"Yes. But no one carried me bridal style."

A mischievous smirk appeared on MC's face.

"I'm too heavy, and you're too exhausted," the man said before MC could suggest her idea.

"I'm mentally exhausted, not physically."

Before Yuki could start his lessons about how the brain needed more energy than muscles, MC was already up and with her hands under him.

Yuki knew better than try to stop her.

Instead, he put his hands around MC's neck and his head on her shoulder.

She couldn't carry him more than a few meters.

Though, it was enough for the doctor to understand the feeling it gave.

Before MC could say something, he took her in her hands and carried her to put her to sleep.

"I have to take better care of my princess, you know," Yuki said while kissing her eyelids.

Jun Araki

"You better give more time to exercise. Work can wait," Jun told MC, who was working overtime for the third week consecutively.

"Pot, meet kettle," was everything MC said, without even turning to her boyfriend.

She didn't observe that they were the only ones in the office. Like she didn't observe that Jun had stayed there for more than ten minutes already.

"At least I go to the gym every Thursday. You have to take care of yourself. How will you work if your hands give up on you?"

MC turned towards her boyfriend and looked at the others, who were missing.

A smirk appeared on her face, and she approached the CEO.

MC didn't give him a second to understand what was happening and lifted him from the ground, carrying him to the nearest chair to hers.

"What were you saying about my weak arms?" she told him after she put him down.

Jun didn't have enough time to comprehend what was happening.

He couldn't remember when was the last time someone had carried him in their arms like this.

Even if MC did it out of playfulness, it gave him a feeling of love and care.

"You don't lift someone on your arms' muscles alone," was everything he could mutter.

Exasperated, MC shut down her computer and placed a kiss on her boyfriend's lips.

"Okay. I'll try to take better care of me, but only if you do the same."

Jun grinned and took MC in his hands. Though, this time the person was carried for longer. More precisely, Jun sat MC down only when he reached his car.

Go Okubo

It wasn't rare for Go to come home with the first rays of sunshine.

A lot of his concerts started in the evening and ended nearly morning.

Though, it didn't mean that he would ever get used to the tiredness he felt after every one of them. Performing for hours and interacting with fans wasn't as easy as others thought.

MC knew this.

That was why she tried to ease his pain after every long concert.

When Go finally opened the door, all he could do was to plop himself down on the chair by the entrance.

It took him entire minutes to gather enough energy to take off one of his boots.

MC's heart clenched when she saw her husband like this. So, she decided to give him a hand.

After she helped him take off his clothes, she told him to hold her tight.

Go's face fell on MC's chest as she lifted him and carried him to their bed.

It took him seconds till he fell asleep.

When he finally woke up, Go understood that he didn't remember how he had reached the bed.

Pocking his wife's cheek, he woke her up too.

"MC, MC. I am in our bed, but I don't remember how I got in here. I was too exhausted yesterday."

MC tried to open her eyelids, but understanding that it wasn't anything important, she chose to answer still in her sleepy state.

"I carried you."

It took Go some time till he understood what had happened.

The safe feeling that carrying induced unlocked his memories.

With a soft smile, he kissed and thanked his wife for being such a strong and wonderful woman.

#irresistible mistakes #toma kiriya #yukihisa maki #jun araki #go okubo #voltage inc #asks

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Her Promise

Summary: It wasn’t a secret that you have disliked Sangyeon since you were in diapers. He was your mother’s best friend’s son. Though he was born just 27 days after you, it seems like he was a lot older than you in terms of his maturity. You don’t understand why the bad blood between you two. Until one day, you had been arranged for a marriage with him so suddenly.

Theme: arranged marriage au, enemies to lovers

Genre: angst, sad, fluff

Warnings: mentions of leukaemia, death, alcohol, swearing

WC: 10k

Pairing: Lee Sangyeon x Fem!Reader

a/n: Hello! This plot just randomly came to mind. It's kind of sad and a little angsty but you'll get through reading it. I promise! also, the words in italics is a flashback :)

Your family has been a close family friend to the Lee’s family and that was because your mother and Mrs Lee were best friends since high school. Also the reason why you were only 27 days older than Mr and Mrs Lee’s only son. However, not everyone has a happy friendship. In this case, it was you and the said son. His name was Lee Sangyeon and it was pretty obvious that you two could never get along since you were in diapers.

Despite your mothers being best friends and have been for the past 30 years, give or take. It’s no wonder that when they were pregnant with the both of you, they kept fighting with each other over small silly things when they barely got past even the slightest of arguments throughout their friendship.

And yet, it seems like luck was never on your side to begin with because throughout your whole education life up till today, he always ends up in your school or at least the school that you chose specifically hoping to be as far from him as possible.

It always baffles you how he would be the first person you spot amongst the crowd during the first day of school.

Did he do all these on purpose?

Why would he go to this extent just to annoy you if you both hated each other?

Maybe he didn’t in fact do this on purpose, but still, what are the odds that you end up in the same campus amongst the hundreds of schools available? That was a mystery you never plan on solving.

It was a bright Tuesday afternoon, students were scattered all over the large campus of Hangang University. You had just parked your car in a free space, exiting your vehicle before proceeding to lock it and walk towards the Computer Science building. You were halfway through the parking lot when someone suddenly swung an arm over your shoulder.

“Good morning my favourite person in the world!” Lisa giggled to your left as Rosie appeared on your right with her usual beaming smile that could melt hearts with just a glance.

“Hey girls, you’re early” You asked with a soft chuckle knowing Lisa was always late for class.

“Yeah, I wanted to leave my apartment now like I always do but Rosie begged me to drive her today because her baby is in the workshop.” Lisa huffs, only for the blonde girl on your right to defend herself.

“Hey, at least we got here on time. You’re welcome.”

With that, Lisa stuck out her tongue at Rosie, earning a laugh from you. The three of you continued to walk to the CS building, only to find Jennie and Jisoo chatting by the lockers while Jennie scavenged through her locker.

“Ew, is it just me or is the barbeque chicken a little dry today?” Jisoo scowls as she drops the chicken leg back onto her plate.

“No, I agree. It’s foul.” Lisa’s face contorts in disgust before you speak up.

“Do you guys want my salmon instead? I'm kind of full already.” You said, only to find them staring at you in concern. They began asking you if you were feeling okay and if you needed any medication of any sorts. To which you shook your head and just told them you were already full from the breakfast your mother made for you before she left for work with your dad.

Lisa and Jisoo ended up sharing your salmon piece, making you smile. At least your food wouldn’t be wasted, you thought.

A few hours later, your classes for the day were finally over. All you know is that your bed has been waiting for your arrival since the minute you left for school. You left class slightly later, telling the girls you had something to discuss with your lecturer regarding the assignment.

You told them to just head home first and not wait for you.

Almost 20 minutes later, you finally left the lecture room to head towards the parking lot where you had parked your car earlier. Your mind was clouded with the assignment requirements as you scrolled through the soft copy of the assignment through your email, too caught up in your thoughts to notice the group of boys walking down the hall.

That wasn’t until your shoulder roughly collided against someone’s back. It sent your whole body to stumble back from the impact. You were about to apologize when you heard a snicker coming from whoever it was.

So you glanced up and lord behold, it was just the person you were looking for…

Not really.

“Can you pay attention to where you walk? It’s not that hard to use your eyes.” Sangyeon’s voice was monotonous yet a pitch higher than others, just like his ego.

“That’s because you’re in my way, Lee.” You said sarcastically as you walked past him, not forgetting to purposely bump into his arm. He let out a scoff under his breath, fiery glare burning a prominent hole into the back of your head.

God, you can be such a pain in the ass sometimes. Him included.

A few days later, it was finally a Friday. You heard words going around campus saying that one of the seniors in the school’s football team was having a frat party at his place tonight. He invited everyone in the football team, and people that he knew. Turns out he also told his teammates to bring whoever they wanted whether he knows them or not.

Lucky for you (or maybe not), Rosie’s boyfriend happens to be one of the football players. If you remember correctly, his name is Yunhyeong.

And so you already know where this is going.

Hence, the reason why you were now standing right outside the house where the party was held.

No doubt the house was a beautiful landed property at the hills that overlooked the city, it still didn’t give you complete comfort knowing that you would be surrounded by drunk young adults who have no care in the world once the alcohol takes over their system.

Sure you sometimes go to these parties but you weren’t really that type of girl. It’s always an unpleasant surprise to others who aren't your girls, when you decline their offers of alcohol saying you don’t drink.

Though there were instances where you’d have some people still insisting on giving you a drink, you rejected them firmly whether they liked it or not.

And today was no different.

One moment, you were talking to your friends. Another moment, and you were suddenly left alone by the kitchen island. Isolating yourself from the countless intoxicated bodies, dancing freely without a single care in the world.

It suddenly dawned on you that you were indeed alone, with no other individual that you recognize in that huge house. Your friends were scattered around the main living area, each of them either with their significant other or just randomly hooking up with someone. Using alcohol as an excuse to be brave and approach someone at a party like this.

You sighed, reaching into your back pocket to fish for your phone. You were so close to texting them you wanted to head home first, when a deep voice broke your little bubble of thoughts.

“Hey… Y/N right?” The handsome boy asked as he smiled down at you softly.

He clearly didn’t seem too drunk, nor was he completely sober like you.

“Yeah… you are?” You asked, hoping you didn’t sound like a bitch.

“I’m Changkyun. I see your friends have left you so I thought maybe you’d want some company?”

Well, at least he’s being considerate enough.

“About that… I was actually about to-” As you were talking, your eyes were searching the room for at least one of the girls. But instead, your gaze was locked on a specific individual who was leaning against the staircase railings just staring at you with a subtle frown on his face, making your voice halt in your throat.

It was Sangyeon.

You should’ve known he would be there tonight. He’s the freaking midfielder in Hangang U’s soccer team for goodness sake!

For some reason, the moment you met his eyes, it was as though you got sucked into a black hole with no way to escape. That wasn’t until the warm touch on your arm made you jolt away and soon turned back to Changkyun who was now staring at you with worry.

“Hey? You okay? What’s wrong?” He asked, hoping he didn’t scare you away by that simple touch.

“Y-Yeah… Sorry Changkyun, but I think I’m gonna head home. See you around.” You gave him a sincere smile before turning to leave after he said his goodbye.

There is no way you’re gonna stay there any longer. It’s not like you were drunk or anything. Not like you’d expected him to show up in black leather pants, dark grey button down shirt tucked in, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his hair parted close to the middle to frame his face and show his forehead, attractively. And definitely not like you felt as though your stomach was doing a flip in your abdomen after seeing him there physically.

Right?

No. You still hate him. He’s just a walking nuisance in your life. You don’t feel anything for him. Maybe he needs to stop appearing in your line of vision every 5 minutes.

It’s been two weeks since that frat party in which you had texted your friends saying you were already at home. Of course you didn’t get a response immediately but they still replied to you the next morning, telling you they were safe and they were glad that you were too.

It was a rainy Wednesday afternoon where students were all stuck on campus with nowhere to go. You were just seated at a wooden table alone with your laptop and scattered notes on the surface when the ray of sunlight that was previously shining down on you, got blocked by a figure.

You glanced up and not surprisingly, it was Sangyeon. He was alone. For once. He was always with his friends, so you wondered why he chose to walk around alone today.

“What?” You asked nonchalantly before looking back down at your laptop.

You heard a scoff from him only for him to speak up, “Did your parents tell you?”

You got confused as you looked back up to him and blinked, incredulously at what he just asked you.

“Tell me what?” You asked. He wasn’t sure if he was faking it or not but he figured with how genuinely confused you look, it was quite clear you weren’t pretending to not know what he was referring to.

“My parents are coming over to your home this weekend to discuss ‘something serious’. I’m not going. I’m not about to sit there and listen to what the ‘something serious’ is, let alone sit there trapped and stare at you the whole night.” Sangyeon said blankly as he burned holes in your head.

“Good. I wouldn’t want you there anyway.” You scoffed, only for him to push himself off the table and smoothed down his shirt.

Sangyeon left without saying anything else, watching as he turned his head as though in search of his friends. However, the minute you looked back down at your laptop, it seems like you missed the way he glanced at you subtly before turning back in front.

That same day, you went home to find your parents in the living room. Your father was watching the news on the flat screen tv while your mother was just watering the potted plants on the shelves.

The minute you stepped into the living room, your father turned to you and smiled brightly, “Oh, sweetie you’re back. We wanted to tell you that Mr and Mrs-” but before he could finish, you did it for him, stunning them in the process.

“-Lee are coming over this weekend to discuss ‘something serious’... I know.”

With that, your mother and father glanced at each other before a smile appeared on their faces again. You already knew what they were about to ask so you beat them to it.

“Sangyeon told me… So what’s so serious that they wanna come over here and talk about it?” You asked, not knowing what to expect but all you got was silence.

“We have to wait till everyone’s there.”

“Not everyone’s gonna be there…” You said.

“What do you mean?” Your mother asked.

“Sangyeon said he’s not coming. He doesn't want to.”

“B-But, he has to be there. It’s important.”

“What’s so important that he has to be there for?” Your voice laced with annoyance at the thought of having to sit in a room with him for minutes too long. Your parents got quiet before your mother spoke up again but for some reason, her voice sounded weak.

“You’ll know on Saturday.” She gave you a weak smile. Too weak to the point that she almost looks… pale?

Why is she pale?

But your mind was too jumbled up with what the main topic for this said family dinner would revolve around. Hence, why you were now sprinting up the steps and to your room. You didn’t want to think about it anymore. You just hoped the weekend passes by before you know it.

Saturday came in a flash and to say you were ready for whatever family gathering this was, is definitely a lie. You were curious. You were desperate to know just what important business is there to discuss with you and Sangyeon. Despite knowing he won’t be there for whatever this meeting is about, it still rendered you curious on just how important this said matter is.

You were told to look presentable even though you’ll just be at home. So you pulled out the nicest outfit you could find and just opted for a simple blouse and your denim jeans.

Once you were done getting ready, you left your room only to hear your mother calling out to you from downstairs, “Y/N sweetie, the Lee’s are here!”

You made your way down the marbled steps, ready to greet the elder couple when your eyes fell on their son who clearly said he wasn’t going to be here. But of course, it looked like he had been forced against his own will to be here and you were right.

“Oh! My sweet Y/N! It’s been so long. How are you my dear?” Mrs Lee asked as you broke your gaze from Sangyeon only to smile happily when you looked at his parents.

“Hello Mr and Mrs Lee. I’m doing well despite my crazy uni life. I hope you’re both well and healthy!” You said as Mrs Lee hugged you warmly like how she had been doing since you were young.

After greeting them, the 6 of you began walking to your dining room. You then turned to Sangyeon who was walking beside you, only to ask out of curiosity, “Didn’t you say you weren’t gonna come?”

With that, he turns to you and shoots daggers at you through his glare but it does nothing to scare you away.

“Do I look like I wanna be here?”

“Clearly.” You said, just to get on his nerves and it did.

“Fuck you.”

“I’d gladly fuck myself too.”

Sangyeon frowns at your comment despite knowing it was sarcastic. But he still found it amusing that it came out from your mouth. Sure you’ve cursed him a lot of times when you fought with him, but this was a different thing.

All of you finally sat down in the dining room, you helped your mother set the table.

A few minutes went by and everyone was just chatting amongst one another. Well, more specifically the elders while you and Sangyeon simply sat there across each other in silence. You were absentmindedly picking on your food, suddenly losing appetite.

All you wanted was for them to start discussing the very important business. Which is why your patience has run thin, making you blurt out the question that has been floating in your head since Wednesday.

“What’s the important thing you called me and Sangyeon here for?”

The room fell silent as you kept your eyes on your plate of untouched food. Completely ignoring the way Sangyeon had his eyes trained on you. After what felt like hours, your mother finally announced it.

It made your heart stop for a moment.

“We have decided to marry you off with Sangyeon.”

That was the last thing you ever wanted to hear from them. Never did you expect it to be this. Why were they doing this to you? Of course you know you’re single and not dating anyone but still… How could they?

“What?!” Both you and Sangyeon said in unison.

Tension filled the air, thick in its wake. You couldn’t look elsewhere except for your mother who had announced the news.

“You’ve got to be kidding me…” You mumbled under your breath as Sangyeon got up, letting the chair drag painfully across the wooden floor. His mother grabbed his wrist to stop him but he roughly yanked his wrist from her and simply replied with his firm answer, “There’s no way I’m marrying her. I’m out.”

Sangyeon stormed out and you were so tempted to do the same but all you could do was glare at your parents in disbelief.

“Sweetie-” Your mom began but you were quick to interject.

“No! That’s not happening! Mom, you know we hate each other! How can you ask me to marry him when I don’t even love him?!” Your voice was raised as you stood up from your seat. Blood boils in your veins, heart pounding rapidly in your chest out of pure anger. You wanted nothing more but to scream.

You turned in your heels to leave but your mother caught your hands when you were about to reach the stairs. You pulled your hand from her grip, throwing your arm behind your back from the force.

“Sweetie please, listen to me-”

“No mom! I’m not marrying him and that’s final!” You yelled, too furious to even notice the way your mom had clutched her chest as her breathing started to become shallow.

Before you knew it, your mother collapsed to the ground but you were quick to catch her body right when she was about to crash onto the hard wooden floor.

“Mom!” You gasped as your dad and both of Sangyeon’s parents rushed over to where you were.

Mr Lee called the ambulance in which they came just 10 minutes later, carrying your mother’s unconscious body onto the stretcher and bringing her into the ambulance. Your father followed her in the vehicle while Mr Lee offered you a ride there.

Hours passed and you were waiting patiently outside the ER when a doctor came out. Your dad rushed over so you could only guess that she was the one who attended to your mom.

“Doctor, how’s my wife?”

“Your wife’s still under constant checks but so far, her heart is beating stably. However, it seems that her abnormal white blood cells have rapidly multiplied since her last check up.” The doctor said, making you frown.

“White blood cells? What’s going on? What’s wrong with my mother?” You asked desperately, still not sure of what’s going on.

“Your mother was diagnosed with Leukaemia stage 2 but from what I saw today, I believe it’s now up to stage 4.” The doctor announced, making you even more confused.

“What?” You whispered as you stared at your dad, hoping that it’s not true. But all you got was a disheartened smile that broke you into a million pieces.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” You whispered to him sadly, upset that they’ve been keeping this a secret from you.

“I’m sorry baby, but your mother told me not to. She… She didn’t want you to get worried.” He replied.

You don’t understand. You knowing about this was better than keeping it hidden from you. If you had known about this sooner, you wouldn’t have shouted at her. Instead, you would have taken extra care of her. You would have given her more love than what she gave you. And you wouldn’t have to stand here, right now, hoping for your mother’s safety and health.

You slumped onto one of the chairs, staring into space as your father rubbed soft circles into your back to calm you down.

Three days passed and you have been visiting your mother at the hospital diligently after your classes. You stayed till night time, allowing your dad to fetch you from the hospital after he also came by to visit your mom.

You were currently alone in the room with your mom as your dad went out to buy dinner for all three of you.

She was just lying there sleeping peacefully after having a deep conversation with her about some things, her eyes now closed, breathing consistent, chest heaving up and down according to her oxygen intake.

You were just about to doze off when the heart rate monitor suddenly began beeping rapidly. It caused you to panic as you ran out of the room to call for the nurses.

When you came back, your mother was shaking on the hospital bed. Tears started streaming down your face as you found yourself curled up in the corner just watching the hospital staff do whatever is necessary to help your mother.

You didn’t notice your dad who had just come back, only to rush to you after putting the food down on the desk. It was when he cupped your face, that you finally realized his presence.

He pulled you against him as you couldn’t tear your eyes off your mother’s figure, shaking violently on the bed.

It was as though someone had dropped a bomb just a few feet away, a deafening silence pierced your ear drums followed by the single beep sound that was continuous without a pause. The sound soon became a mere ring in your ears.

You slowly brought your line of sight towards the heart rate monitor beside your mother’s bed and that’s when you saw it. The painful straight line with no spikes going up or down.

That’s when you knew, she was gone.

No. This can’t be real. This is just a dream. Wake up Y/N. Pinch yourself. Slap yourself. Do whatever it is to wake yourself up from this nightmare!

And yet, you’re still there in your dad’s arms listening to the nurse who wrote down the words you never hoped to hear.

“Patient is Jeong Hyemin. Time of death, 2143hrs.”

All the more you cried harder against your father’s chest. You were broken. Completely and utterly broken. Your mother left you before you could even say goodbye. She left before you could even tell her that you love her unconditionally even though you told her that everyday.

As much as your heart hurts, you knew you had to accept it. You knew you had to be strong for your mother. And that was exactly what you did.

The next whole week, you didn’t come to school. You emailed your lecturers personally and told them about your loss. They all sent you their well wishes for you and your dad, to which they excused you from school to attend your mother’s funeral. It broke you but you couldn’t collapse just then.

Your mother would want you to be happy, to continue living a wonderful life, with or without her. And that’s exactly what you were gonna do.

The next two weeks came as a blur and you were dreading for the day to finally arrive. You couldn’t bring yourself to look in the mirror and see what you looked like. Because at that very moment, you were in an item of clothing where you never thought you would wear anytime soon.

It was a wedding dress. Your wedding dress. It has finally come to this.

Your makeup stylist did a few touch ups to your eyeshadow whilst another lady adjusted the bow on your waist that separates your laced top with your beautiful silk gown that drops to the floor elegantly behind you.

If you were being honest, you had hoped for this very day to come when you would walk down the aisle with your arm linked with your dad’s while your mother stood at the front row, watching you proudly. Witnessing you entering a new life with your chosen partner whom you’d love with all your heart.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t the case for you and it hurts you. But you kept telling yourself the same thing over and over again.

“I have to stay strong.”

That was the last thing you mumbled to yourself as you left the bride’s room, only to head towards the outdoor wedding ceremony where your parents had already booked an incredibly beautiful mansion located at the highest hills of the city.

It was a small ceremony with only your family and his, and very close relatives of both sides but that was it. None of your friends were there but you already told them about today.

Little did you know, his friends knew about it too.

You were approaching the outdoor garden where everyone was waiting for you when all of a sudden, your emotions started swirling in you.

A tear rolled down your cheek the minute you saw your dad standing at the doorway which leads you directly down the aisle. Your dad gave you a soft smile before cupping your face and kissing your forehead. He wiped the tear away with his thumb as he whispered, “You look so beautiful, sweetheart. I’m sure your mother would be so happy to see you like this.”

With that, you had to force your tears back, swallowing them as you nodded before linking your arm with his.

The song started playing and soon, both of you began to walk down the aisle. The first thing you saw was Sangyeon standing at the foot of the platform. He was wearing a navy blue tuxedo, looking quite handsome if you were being completely honest.

But the frown on his face was evident enough for you to know that he didn’t like this as much as you didn’t like this either.

Once you were standing just two feet away, you turned to your dad who kissed you again on the forehead before putting your hand in Sangyeon’s outstretched ones. After your dad left your side, Sangyeon guided you up the steps carefully.

His touch was soft, almost as if he wasn’t touching you at all. Minutes went by and right after you’ve both said your vows, it was time for the exchange of rings and sealing the deal with a kiss but of course, neither of you agreed to it. So when you were officially announced as husband and wife, you both looked at each other with a familiarity in your eyes which screamed “I hate all of this”.

Sangyeon lets out a soft groan before planting a chaste kiss to your temple, pulling away as soon as he kisses.

Both of you walked back down the aisle and once you were in the mansion, it took you less than a second to walk away from him and make your way straight to the bride’s makeup room.

Sangyeon didn’t bother to call for you as he too made his way to the common room, wanting to be as far away from you as possible. He hated every single minute of this. He never wanted this. But he was being forced to. And he doesn’t even know why.

When he heard from his parents that you accepted the arranged marriage, it baffled him.

You were both so adamant on rejecting this whole fiasco during that night of the dinner so what changed your mind?

That was a question he could never solve.

Days became weeks and you had moved into the new home that his parents and yours bought for Sangyeon and you to live in. It was a beautiful one story home that had 3 bedrooms, one study room, one living room and a backyard complete with a swimming pool. You were thankful for the home but you didn’t think it was necessary considering the state that you and Sangyeon were being put in.

Nevertheless, you didn’t want to disappoint the elders. Hence the reason why you moved in with Sangyeon without a single argument with your dad and in-laws.

Unfortunately, the fact that you two were now living under the same roof, it was quite expected of you to end up fighting over the smallest little things. If being within radius of each other on campus brought unnecessary snickers and curses to one another, living under the same roof only heightened those said things by 80%.

There wasn’t a day where you could walk around the house peacefully unless the other wasn't home.

It has been 8 weeks since you lived there with him. Despite the constant fights and heated arguments that the two of you often get into, none of it leads to the other doing unfaithful things behind each other’s back.

Before the marriage, it was quite clear that you weren’t in any sort of relationship with anyone nor were you the kind to sleep around with strangers you just met at a club or parties. Whereas, Sangyeon on the other hand was completely that, except he too was single. He tends to sleep around with girls he met at a party or the clubs he went to.

But never did he actually pursue any of his one night stands because he simply didn’t feel that way for them.

However, when he got married to you despite being against it, he made a promise to himself that he should not do all those things to you even if he doesn’t love you. Because he knows that it’s wrong and that he despises people who cheat on their partners.

For that, he told himself not to be that monster.

And he didn’t. Thankfully.

But that doesn’t mean he couldn’t storm out of the house after an argument just to get fresh air and be away from you at that very moment.

This goes both ways as sometimes, you would do the same if you couldn’t stand being in radius of him.

But tonight was different.

You were just washing the dishes when the front door opened to reveal a very drained Sangyeon who had just gotten back from the gym.

He strolled through down the hallway with his duffle bag strap resting on his right shoulder, the wet patches on his grey tank top sticking to his torso, black track shorts resting on his hips. His hair was slicked back from being drenched in sweat.

You spared him a quick glance over your shoulder before you turned back to the dirty dishes. Unfortunately for you, he caught you glancing just in time.

He walked past you to go to the fridge after putting his bag down on the floor, opening it and immediately grabbing the bottle of iced water sitting there patiently for him to take it. He downed half the bottle in less than 5 seconds, only to hear him let out a satisfied sigh right after.

You remained quiet as he looked at you for a moment, a small part of him wanted to ask you if you’ve eaten but a bigger part of him, more so his ego, was telling him to walk away.

For some reason, he decided to go with the former. Something he hasn’t been doing all these years.

“Had your dinner yet?” He asked, making you turn off the tap after setting down the clean dish onto the rack above your head before turning to him with a slight confusion on your face.

“Mhm. You?”

“Not yet.” He said as he leaned his hip against the counter top.

“What do you feel like eating?” You asked, wiping your hands dry with the towel hanging off the hook on the wall.

“I kind of have the feel for kimchi fried rice… I’ll just make do with what is there in the fridge. No worries.” Sangyeon said with a soft smile on his face before he left to take a long shower. Something he always did when he had a lot going on in his mind.

The minute he left, you stared at his descending back for a minute before turning back with a confused frown on your face.

Sangyeon was in the shower for almost 20 minutes. Taking a warm bath to calm his tensed muscles due to the intense workout he did with Juyeon and Hyunjae earlier. After his stress relieving bath, Sangyeon changed into a pair of sweatpants and his oversized shirt he normally uses to sleep.

He towel dried his hair, leaving it in an utter mess on his head with no care whatsoever.

He simply brushed through his wet locks with his fingers haphazardly before leaving his bedroom toilet. Sangyeon and you weren’t sharing bedrooms. It was just a mutual agreement right from the first night together.

You took the master bedroom in this house while he took the second bedroom.

Sangyeon was just walking down the hall, scratching the back of his head randomly when he caught a strong whiff of something delicious filling his nostrils.

“What the?” He whispered to himself as he cautiously made his way closer to the end of the hall. The minute he made a right turn, that’s when he saw you scooping out the contents of the pan into a clean plate. To his surprise, it was the exact dish he told you he was planning to cook earlier.

He finally stepped out of the shadows, only to startle you.

You flinched but that was it.

“Hey… I figured you’d be too tired to cook so I made it for you. Just leave the plate in the sink after you’re done. I’ll wash it later.” You pressed your lips into a small little smile before placing the dish on the kitchen island together with a spoon.

Right when you were about to leave the kitchen, his voice stopped you from walking any further only to hear him whisper a soft “thank you” to you.

You gave him a nod and soon left.

Sangyeon stares at your descending back before you disappear from his trail of sight, only to then tilt his head in amusement at your sudden kind act. For some reason, he found himself smiling as he took a mouthful of your delicious fried rice.

Another 3 weeks went by and you had just gotten back from your night study session with Lisa and Jennie, only to find Sangyeon slumped on the couch. He had his face buried in his hands as he looked like he hadn’t slept for days.

You frowned as you locked the door and soon went over to stand behind the long couch, diagonally from the couch he was sitting at.

“Rough day?” You asked quietly, but all you got was silence so you tried again.

“Have you eaten?”

Silence.

“Do you want anything to eat?”

Silence.

“Sangyeon, even if you hate me, at least say yes or no so I can-” And that’s when he bursts.

“Shut the fuck up!” Sangyeon yelled as he glared at you. His nostrils flared upon every heavy breath he took. You were stunned by his harsh tone, clearly not wanting any argument when you first asked the question.

“Excuse me?” You asked with a tone that was pretty obvious to anyone that you were clearly offended by his words.

“Didn’t you hear me?! I said shut the fuck up!” Sangyeon stood tall, his face red as you could only imagine he was stressed about something. A scoff left your lips, feeling the anger seeping through your skin with every word he said to you.

“Why? Why do you want me to shut the fuck up so badly?!” You asked as you stared at him with mixed emotions.

“God, you’re so fucking annoying!” Sangyeon growled as he began to storm off but you stopped him by grabbing his wrist.

“Answer my fucking question, Lee Sangyeon! I was just being nice and caring about your well being and all I got was to shut up? You’re a fucking asshole you know that?” You said, your words filled with venom as he gritted his teeth, jaw clenching tight.

“Who taught you to be such a brat? Your mother?” Sangyeon accidentally blurted that out of sheer anger. Your grip around his wrist left and the next thing he knew, your eyes were glossy from the tears threatening to fall.

“Don’t bring my mother into this.” You warned but he was still fuming with anger.

“Why? Why can’t I?! She’s the only reason why we’re in this stupid marriage anyway!”

You didn’t know what ran through your mind but the minute those words left his mouth, you couldn’t help but swing your hand onto his cheek. This shocked him to a certain extent as he simply glared at you but never did anything to hurt you physically.

“Do you know why I accepted the marriage proposal? Do you wanna know why I decided to walk down that fucking aisle and have myself being called as your official wife?! Well here’s the reason why. I promised my mom I would.” You paused as he remained quiet. You could almost see the cogs turning in his brain as though trying to process your words.

“My mom died wanting me to marry you. She told me she wanted to see me walk down the aisle one day and into your arms. Until now, I don’t understand why she specifically wants it to be you, but that’s what she wanted. So I promised her that she would be there for when that day comes. But she left me before she could even witness that for herself. She left before I could even say goodbye. It broke me. It fucking broke me Sangyeon! That’s why I chose to accept the proposal even when…”

You stopped for a moment, not realizing that you had been crying until you tasted salty tears on your lips.

“...even when I didn’t love you. I did it because I made a promise to her. I don’t want to let her down, Sangyeon.... I never wanted any of this to happen. And I know you feel the same so I’m sorry.” Those were the last things you said to him before going to your bedroom and locking yourself in there.

Sangyeon was left standing there, feeling completely shitty with what he said to you earlier. He never meant to hurt your feelings. He should’ve known better not to mention your mom but he only said that out of pure anger.

He knows it’s his fault but his ego was too high for him to simply give in to his mistake.

He was about to just brush this off when he heard the door click and soon, you were seen leaving your bedroom with a cross body purse on you. You didn’t give him the chance to speak as you just left the house with a soft slam of your front door. He watched as you took your white mini cooper and drove out of the driveway.

“Sweetie, why don’t you want to accept the proposal?” Your mother asked weakly as you sat on the chair beside her hospital bed.

“Mom, you know I don’t love him. We’ve been fighting since we were kids. I don’t see why I should marry someone who I don’t love.”

“Oh sweetie, you can only learn to love by loving.”

“Mom, that’s just fairy tale talk.”

“Do you wanna know something?” She asked as you stared at her quietly while you caressed the back of her hand with your thumbs as he took this silence to continue.

“Your father and I weren’t on good terms too when we first met each other. We always fought in high school and it went on for quite a while until Mrs Lee set me up on this blind date and it was with your father. At first we found it ridiculous, but after that first date, I realized that maybe your father wasn’t as bad as I thought. And so, we started to slowly understand the process of loving someone and soon enough, we fell in love. Love doesn’t always come to you directly. Sometimes, you need to find it yourself.”

She paused, studying your facial expressions carefully to make sure you weren’t angry or about to burst at her for the next thing she was planning to say.

“Can you promise me something sweetie?”

“Anything… Anything at all mom.” You said with a glint of hope in your eyes.

“Can you promise me that you’ll marry Mrs Lee’s son? I don’t care when. Just… as long as it’s him. Even if I’m not around anymore...”

“Mom-”

“Please? For me?”

Your heart broke hearing her pleading voice. You don’t understand why she was so persistent in you marrying him but for now, you couldn’t bear to say no. You couldn’t bear to break her heart. So, with a heavy heart, you chose your mother’s happiness before yours.

“Okay mom… I promise. But you have to promise me too that you’ll be fine and that you’ll come back to me and dad, okay?”

“I promise, sweetheart. I love you so much.” She said.

“I love you too mom.”

That night when you came back to your old house, your dad greeted you at the door with a shocked look on his face. He asked you why you were there at such a late time so you explained to him that you got into a big fight with Sangyeon and that you wanted to stay there for the next few days. Of course your father was happy that he would finally have someone in the house with him, but he was also worried that Sangyeon would be concerned over you.

You told him not to tell Sangyeon anything and that you wanted time away from him for now, in which your dad just nodded understandingly. The next few days, you spent your days diligently avoiding Sangyeon as much as you can despite being in the same campus. Lucky for you, he had very different schedules than you.

Which means, better chance for you to avoid him and not accidentally bump into him on campus grounds. And so far, your plan is working.

It’s been at least 3 weeks since you last went home to your shared place with him and you were starting to run low on your clothing supply back at your old house. Which means, you probably had no choice but to go back there now.

In all honesty, you weren’t mad at him anymore.

You were just too stubborn to face him after that argument. But it looks like you have no other choice now.

Hence, the reason why you were currently standing outside your doorstep at 8pm, noticing the vehicles parked outside your gates. By the looks of it, those probably belonged to his friends. And you were right. Because the minute you unlocked the door, you were immediately greeted by the chattering and laughter coming from the living room.

You walked in further, carefully after taking off your shoes and placing them in the shoe rack. Right when you had just made it by the end of the hallway and the living room was in full view, that’s where you saw the 6 figures scattered around the room.

The TV was playing a movie while the coffee table was filled with boxes of pizzas and other snacks for them to munch on.

Before you could speak up, two of them noticed your presence, making the blonde haired one to say hi, “Oh, hi Y/N.”

With that, the rest of them finally turned around upon hearing their friend greet you. Sangyeon, who was standing right in front of the TV, checking the cables, whipped his head around only to lock eyes with you. He froze in his spot, unsure if this was real considering you’ve been avoiding him like a plague the past 3 weeks.

“Y/N…” Was the only thing he managed to whisper under his breath as you awkwardly chuckled, hoping you didn’t create an unsettling atmosphere for them.

“Hey…” You whispered as he carefully made his way to you. The moment he was standing right in front of you, neither of you spoke. Both of you are afraid of saying the wrong thing which could potentially lead to another argument. But Sangyeon was smart enough to know not to make unnecessary comments to you after what happened the last time. So instead, he opted for an apology.

“Listen, about that night… I- I’m really sorry… I didn’t... I didn’t know.”

You could only give him a small smile that he could clearly see was weak and almost drained as you spoke up, “It’s okay. Anyways… I think I’m gonna rest.”

He simply nodded, resisting the urge to pull you into a hug and tell you how sorry he was for treating you like crap all these while. These past 3 weeks have made him realise that he wasn’t the nicest of people to you, that he said a lot of things that had definitely hurt you in the past, that he has been nothing but mean to you.

Upon hearing your bedroom door close, Sangyeon lets out a defeated sigh before walking back to his friends who then asked him if everything was okay. After he told them that everything was indeed okay, he plopped back down on the couch but it seemed to worry his friends seeing how sad Sangyeon looked at the moment.

Whenever he was with them, he has always been the goofy, savage, often picking on the others to get a reaction out of them, kind of guy. They’ve never properly seen this softer side of him.

It’s been nearly an hour since you came home and yet, he hasn’t caught a single glimpse of you anywhere. He got worried for you, not knowing whether you’ve eaten or not. So he decided to check on you. He got up from the ground to excuse himself, telling them to just continue what they were doing.

When he arrived at your supposedly shared bedroom, he found you seated on the window couch just staring into the night sky. However, before he could even knock on the door and push it wider, he heard soft sobs from you that gradually grew louder. He stayed by the door and unintentionally listened to your whispers.

“I miss you mum… I’m sorry if I couldn’t live up to my promise just like you wanted me to. I know I’m not the best wife to him, but I’m trying… I’m trying… for you. I wish you were still here beside me. To guide me on how to be a good wife. To love someone without feeling trapped. To love someone the way you and dad loves me. I’m so sorry mum… I’m so truly sorry…”

Sangyeon’s heart shattered into a million pieces for you. That’s when he realized that his feelings for you had changed. That all he wanted to do right at this very moment was to protect you. You were broken, fragile and yet, he’s been treating you horribly all these while.

He couldn’t take it any longer. With that being said, he carefully and quietly made his way to you. Not making a sound as you had your head buried in your knees, cries getting louder the closer he came to you. However, when you felt his soft hands caress the sides of your arms, you looked up. Your eyes glistened under the moonlight, your cheeks soaked with your freshly falling tears.

At that moment, you looked so vulnerable.

So when he pulled you into his embrace, you easily let him. Burying your face into his chest as he gently rubs circles onto your back, caressing your head comfortingly.

After a few seconds of silence, you finally whispered against his chest. Just loud enough for him to hear, but soft enough that nobody standing outside the door could hear.

“I miss her Sangyeon…”

Sangyeon wasn’t sure how to respond to your confession but he tried as best as he could to make you feel better.

“And I know that she misses you too. But it’s okay, she will always be with you. You’ll be okay… I promise.” He whispered and almost immediately, you pulled back as he frowned in confusion.

“You shouldn’t promise me anything…” You said, your tears slowly getting lesser and lesser by the minute.

“Why do you say that?”

“Because the last time someone made me a promise, they promised me that they’ll be okay and that they’ll never leave me… And yet she did...” Your voice hushed. He could tell that that was your trauma. Making promises.

He felt a tear threatening to roll down his cheek but he managed to hold back. Sangyeon softly reached up to cup your face and caress your cheeks with both thumbs before he spoke up, “I’m sorry she did. I’m sorry that promise got broken. But it’s not her fault. You know it wasn’t. So let me make a promise to you now and this time, it won’t be broken.”

With that being said, you cried even harder as he just pulled you against his chest almost cradling you like a child. After almost 20 minutes in the room, he finally let go of your fragile figure and asked if you wanted to eat.

You told him you weren’t hungry and that you just wanted to rest. Sangyeon nodded, bringing you to the bed as he carefully tucked you in to make you cosy. He was about to leave you alone when you grabbed his wrists. Sangyeon turned around with such a soft gaze on you, it nearly melted you.

“Where are you going?” You asked with a soft voice, almost shy. Sangyeon found it so endearing that he couldn’t help but chuckle softly.

“I’m gonna go back to the boys and maybe call it a night early.” He smiled, to which you felt his other hand come to wrap its fingers around your extended wrist, gently pulling it away before caressing the back of your wrist with his thumb.

“Can you come back after… please?” You whispered as you saw him smile again before putting your hand down on the mattress softly.

“I will.”

Soon enough, Sangyeon left you in the room to rest for a bit while he went back to his friends and relayed the message to them. Thankfully, the boys were very understanding. They told Sangyeon to send their well wishes to you in which he definitely would. After they left, Sangyeon went ahead and cleared the leftover trash.

Silently thanking the boys for cleaning most of the mess up before he even came back into the living room. He was almost done cleaning, not forgetting to brush his teeth before going back to your room only to find you already asleep with your back facing the door.

Sangyeon couldn’t help but smile as he closed the door behind him and soon made his way quietly to the other side of the room.

He carefully pulled the duvet up, climbing into bed after putting the duvet back down.

He very gently lifted your head up to let his right arm slide under your neck as a pillow, proceeding to pull your body closer against his chest. Once you were both in a comfortable position, he gently wrapped his other hand around your waist. Caressing your side in a comforting manner.

“Goodnight Y/N.” He whispered as he soon drifted off into slumber.

Ever since then, both of you had stopped the constant arguments. You weren’t always annoyed by every little thing the other did. In school, when you’d accidentally bump into one another, either one would smile and acknowledge the other. Some people who witnessed this, found it strange but your close friends didn’t.

It’s been a good 4 months since you’d reconciled with Sangyeon. Though there were disagreements at times, those arguments would however, be resolved as quickly as it came.

But one thing’s for sure, is that during the past 4 months, you and Sangyeon had slowly found yourselves falling for each other. Neither of you said it out loud, but apparently those around you could visibly tell. Especially your friends.

It was a Thursday afternoon, you and the girls were just walking to the lunch hall when Lisa spotted Sangyeon and his friends just walking down the main building. It seems like they were heading towards the lunch hall as well. With that being said, Lisa called out to Sangyeon’s name, causing him and the rest to turn.

The minute Sangyeon’s eyes locked on Lisa’s and then on you, his gaze softened as you saw the corner of his lips curving upwards into a cute smirk.

They stopped walking to let you girls catch up and once you did, Lisa immediately went to Juyeon and began talking to him casually. The other girls went to walk with the rest while you came to a quick stop beside Sangyeon before you continued walking with the others ahead of you.

“How was class?” He asked, his arm accidentally brushing against yours as you walked further down the building.

“Horrible. Can you believe he wants us to submit 10 codes by the end of this week? I swear that man wants me dead.” You groaned in annoyance, only to hear him chuckle. But what he said next, caught you by surprise.

“But I don’t want you dead.”

With that, you turned to him as a small smile appeared on your face despite the frown you had. Both of you walked in silence, just basking in the conversations of your friends when you felt a soft tickling feeling on your fingers.

You glanced down to see that his hand was playfully brushing against your fingers, making you look up to catch him already staring at you.

Sangyeon smiled at you innocently, not sure if he wanted to say anything else until he felt you slide your hand into his, lacing your fingers with his easily. Now it was his turn to look down and then back up at you. All he did was chuckle, a sound you could definitely get used to.

A week passed and it was finally the weekend. You and Sangyeon didn’t have anything planned for the day.

Or at least you thought.

You were just lounging on the couch on a beautiful Saturday evening when Sangyeon came over to plop down beside you with a cheeky smile on his face.

“You’re oddly happy? What’s going on?” You asked with a raise of your eyebrow.

“I have a surprise for you but you have to go get ready okay?”

“Get ready? It’s already 7 o’clock. Where can we go?” You asked but all you got was a soft whine from him telling you to just do it. You opted to listen as he reminded you to wear prettily. You weren’t sure where you were going so you didn’t want to either overdress or underdress.

So you opted for simple denim skinny jeans, a baby blue sleeveless top, a white long knit cardigan and a pair of beige chunky heeled sandals.

When you left your shared bedroom to go to the living room, you were surprised to see him dressed handsomely in his black skinny jeans, a white button down shirt with the first few buttons undone, along with a navy blue bomber jacket. You saw him look at your outfit from head to toe, only for him to smirk playfully at you.

“Damn, who knew my wife could look this beautiful?” Sangyeon teased, making you giggle.

“Sangyeon, I literally wear jeans everyday.”

“Exactly.”

When you realized what he was trying to say, you soon found yourself blushing as you walked over to him and gently slapped his chest with your hand. Urging him to go before you slapped that cute smirk off his face.

Sangyeon couldn’t help but laugh but nonetheless left the house in his matte black Bentley. You watched as he drove down the street, bringing you to a part of the city where you don’t remember going to before in your life. The car ride was filled with jokes and laughter coming from both of you. He distracted you too much to the point where you didn’t even notice you were already at the location he wanted to bring you.

You looked out the window and that’s when you realize, “Is this an outdoor cinema?” You gasped when you saw the open field with a large screen at the centre, along with the endless rows of couples seated on their own blankets with snacks and drinks of their preferences.

“Sangyeon… This is…” You were speechless and he could see.

He chuckled as he just stared at you with such endearment in his eyes. Some people would just call it love.

“It’s wonderful.” You finally got to finish your sentence, turning to him with a smile.

“I’m glad you think so. Now let’s go! The movie’s about to start.”

Two hours had passed and you were now a few minutes in of the second movie. You noticed some couples were starting to get comfortable on their blankets. You were starting to get tired just sitting up straight and Sangyeon noticed your subtle shifts, desperate to find a comfortable sitting position.

“Hey, you okay?” He asked quietly.

“Yeah. I’m okay, just a little tired from sitting up.” You explained with a bashful little smile. Just then, Sangyeon thought of an idea that was completely beyond your imagination.

Hence, when he patted the space in between his legs, you glanced down and then back at him who was seen smiling softly to you. None of it was making you feel creeped out. In fact, you felt safe and that you could trust him. After all, he was your husband anyways. Of course you trust him.

“Come here.” He said as he stared at you calmly. He wasn’t sure if you were entirely up for this but before he could take his words back, that’s when he saw you carefully crawling towards the space he patted earlier.

Once you were seated in front of him, Sangyeon scooted forward a little before he slid his arms around your waist.

He soon pulled you against his chest, before he whispered in your ear, “Comfortable?”

You turned your head to look at him but instead got slightly flustered by the close proximity that led you to feeling his lips accidentally brush against your own. You got quiet for a moment, praying that he didn’t hear the way your heart was pounding against your chest.

You couldn’t trust your voice so you opted for a soft hum to answer his question. The next few minutes, you found yourself getting more and more comfortable in his arms, putting your hands on top of his forearms as you unconsciously caressed his skin in a calming manner. All the while, Sangyeon was behind you, completely distracted from the movie in front of him.

Instead, his mind was fuzzy with how close you were to him at that very moment. This was something he never thought would happen back when he was still young.

But now that he was here with you, just cuddling at an outdoor movie theatre, he couldn’t help but want more of this. Sangyeon found himself smiling as he couldn’t help but give your sides a gentle squeeze, telling you that he was there with you and that he would never leave you.

Thankfully, you got the silent message.

Because right after he did that, you turned your head to look at him. His eyes held the galaxy. You found yourself getting lost in his eyes.

Both of you were silent but it wasn’t awkward. You didn’t know what came over you but a sense of confidence washes over you. With that being said, you carefully leaned forward to close the gap and soon pressed your lips on his.

To say he was taken aback slightly, is definitely an understatement.

But it took him less than 3 seconds to finally move his lips against yours in a smooth rhythm. You brought your right hand up to gently cup his face as you kissed him.

Sangyeon tightens his hold on you, pulling away from the kiss only to look into your eyes with such adoration. He wasn’t sure if now was the right time to express his feelings for you, but he thought, what was there to lose. So with that thinking, Sangyeon took a small breath before he uttered the 3 words he never thought he’d say to you but he did. And every single word he said at that moment, was as sincere as ever.

“I love you.”

You couldn’t help but smile softly at him before you kissed him again in a longing kiss before pulling away and replying to him with the exact emotions you felt for him genuinely.

“I love you too, Sangyeon.”

~~~

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herding cats

becoming nekoma's manager

You really didn’t want to be here. Here being Tokyo, here being Nerima ward and, most importantly, here being the hallway of your new school. The uniform is itchy and you’re being dragged along by some student council member because, apparently, first years can’t be trusted to walk around themselves.

He was nice enough, though he certainly seemed more excited to show you around when he got a look at you. Then he got more excited when he found out your mom’s occupation was what brought you to Nekoma High halfway through your first-year. “So, what’s it like having a famous mom?”

Your eyes darted to the side instinctively. What kind of question is that? How are you supposed to answer? Like having a mom except you get asked things like that. “Uh, fine. She’s really not that cool.” Especially for moving you so late into the school year because her animation studio decided working distantly wasn’t working. “I get spoilers sometimes.” It’s exactly what he wants to hear.

You can hear the next question already, so you cut him off before he gets a chance to ask about the upcoming episode of the anime your mother was working on. “Ah, it seems we made it to the classroom. Thank you for helping me, Senpai.” You bow half heartedly and knock on the door before he gets a chance to respond.

This is exactly what you told your mother would happen. Even as you introduce yourself to the class, there’s a few people who instantly recognize your last name. Those students turn to whisper or pass notes and you know by lunch, you’ll be crowded by people hoping to become your friend purely for bragging rights. The teacher seems tuned to your inner angst, as she gracefully directs you to a seat in the back of the class, where you can watch instead of be watched.

The first subject of your people-watching is next to you - the one person who did not look up as you introduced yourself. A curtain of dark hair kept you from seeing any details of his face (and you can only tell it’s a he because of the uniform). What you can see is the screen of his handheld console and the bright features of one of your favorite games.

Which is why, during break, instead of making eye contact with any of the students striving to talk to you, you turn to him to complain about the latest update.

congrats, you befriended a wild kenma!

he’s the first person you’ve met in a while who doesn’t care about what your mom does, or how much money you have

he literally only cares about your ability to hard carry a team through a dungeon

a few weeks go by, with you basically just coming to school, talking to Kenma, and going home

until the student counselor comes to you and says you have to join a club

even though it’s the end of the year - some policy to ensure you have a club going into next year

“I hate this,” your complaint comes out severely muffled thanks to how you buried your face into folded arms. Kenma gives a noncommittal hum.

“Are you going to finish that?”

You glare at him but still shove the snack closer to his desk. One hand breaks away from his controller to snatch it, before it gets glued back to his PSP. “I’m serious - if one more club tries recruiting me, I’ll scream.”

He answers, sparing a side-glance towards you. The only hint he actually is listening. “Just warn me when that happens.” You groan and go back to your folded arms. It’s been hard to make friends despite people seeming desperate to be your friend. Well, that’s the problem, you think. You don’t particularly want friends who are planning what questions to ask before even greeting you, you want friends like Kenma who can treat you like a normal person.

Minutes before break ends, the president of the Anime Club approaches for the third time this week. “Hello, (l/n)-san. Have you thought any more about joining our club?”

You feel bad for the instinctive grimace. Really, she’s quite nice. It’s just an anime club is the last place you wish to be. Before you can find another polite way to let her down, Kenma interrupts. “Sorry, Sato-san. (y/n) is joining the volleyball club.”

“I am?” You can’t help but question. He shoots you a look, slighting narrowing his eyes.

“She’ll be meeting the captain at today’s practice.”

Sato-san tilts her head suspiciously but doesn’t press. “I hope to still see you around, (l/n)-san,” she says before flouncing off. You take a moment to reorient yourself.

“I am?”

Kenma sighs, saving his game and shoving the console into his bag. “Yeah, you are. Don’t worry, Kuroo will just be glad a girl is there. Coach Nekomata won’t decline help either.”

You blink at him. “Are you aware the only rules I know about volleyball is to not let the ball hit the ground and to only use your hands?”

“The last one isn’t true.”

“Do you see my point, then?”

yes he does, but he simply chooses to ignore you

it…. does not go well

Kuroo was awkward around you, which turned into a mischievousness when he realized Kenma was the one who brought you in

he kept insinuating you and Kenma were dating which like… no you were just a girl (space) friend

Yaku and Kai were normal-ish though Yaku straight-up asked if your mom was the (l/n)

he let it drop after confirmation at least

then… there was the students in your year

Kenma hovered near you, feeling responsible for putting you in a situation nearly identical to what Kuroo did to him

Yamamoto seemed flustered by your presence and also irritated that Kenma already was your friend

Fukunaga just kinda waved and went back to practicing

it took a while for everyone to get over their initial awkwardness, mostly being helped by having to constantly explain what was happening

but the time spent together meant you quickly found friends

friends who, similar to Kenma, dgaf about anything besides your personality and ability to quickly refill water bottles

Maybe you should have realized sooner what joining the volleyball club entailed. It’s not like you ever really participated in an organized sport though, so these summer practices were kicking your ass. The early morning and heat.... You felt pity for your boys; at least you weren’t having to run. Speaking of, the new members of your team just rounded the last bend.

“Come on, babies,” Kuroo cups his hands over his mouth to ‘encourage’ the first-years. “Even (y/n) could beat that!”

“Don’t say that; Lev’s gonna wanna see it!” you hiss, hitting his side.

Speaking of, the giant, silver puppy heads straight to you. After introductions, his upperclassmen quickly understood Lev required a, well, firm hand. Something you lacked which made you the target of his affections. “Woahh, (y/n)-senpai must be fast! Why don’t you actually play any sports?”

Yaku’s eyes level a harsh glare on him, “Are you trying to insult our manager?”

Shibayama steps forward, saving Lev from having to repeat his run. “I am curious why you chose to be a volleyball manager. No offense, but… you don’t seem to care about the sport.”

“Ah, none taken,” you easily wave off his concern. “Volleyball’s cool enough, but you’re right that I’m not passionate about it in the same way as others on the team. I mostly joined because of Kenma, actually.”

The first-years felt confused. How could their quiet, cat-senpai pull in one of the most popular girls in school? Even last year, when they were in Nekoma's middle-school, they had heard rumors of you. When you joined the volleyball club, even teachers started giving the once-golden club attention again. It was how the club received funding to travel to Miyagi next week. (In addition to a large donation from your mom, who was overjoyed you actually made friends.)

“He was my first and only friend at Nekoma for a long time,” you explain. Lev gasps dramatically. It seems impossible to imagine you without lines of admirers. “It doesn’t matter now since everyone in the club is my friend! Take your bottles and get in the gym; we need to talk about the logistics of going to that camp with Karasuno.”

the ones who stay behind are upset </3 cough cough lev

you’re pretty surprised you do get to go

but you’re excited - from what you understand it’s a rural area and you’ve been in Tokyo your entire life

maybe you'll even see a cow!

except you get there, walk a few feet and then notice Kenma is missing

excitement: ruined

Kuroo panics while repeating that he is not panicking

then you both get a text that’s just “in a playground”

when you find him, you scold him on talking to strangers

anyways the rest of the day is spent familiarizing yourself with the gyms and rooms

you run into Kiyoko while preparing dinner for your team

she explains she’s the only other manager at the camp, but she won’t be staying with you

You’re a lil upset bc sleepover ruined but it seems weird to complain about getting your own room and bath

(you still spend most of the time in the team’s room because it got really lonely without your boys :( )

the next morning, the day of the actual match, you get to wear your Official Manager Clothes

which is really just the track jacket, but it makes you feel cool

meeting karasuno is,,, interesting

you’re starting to think you’ll never find a normal volleyball player

From the corner of your eye, you spot Yamamoto attempting to intimidate some Karasuno players. With a sigh, you go to fetch him.

“Tora-kun, can you please help me bring in some supplies? They’re too heavy,” you whine. It’s you’re tried and true method to keeping him on a leash. If he’s helping you, he’s with the team.

Except you don’t just get his attention, you also get the attention of the boy he was staring down. Tanka startles at your sudden appearance behind Yamamoto and loses the harshness in his face. “G-girl-”

You make eye contact with Kenma who looks amused. He ignores your plead for help. Yamamoto takes the opportunity to flaunt you. “This is (y/n). Talk to her and you’ll learn how much pain a volleyball can inflict.” As he finishes his threat, he gets distracted by Kiyoko’s appearance over Tanka’s shoulder.

You decide it’s a lost cause and subtly inch away until you’re walking with Kiyoko. The boys are unable to hear what you’re talking about, but both stare dumbfounded as the only two girls in the entire camp gossip and laugh. Tanka and Yamamoto share a look; maybe there’s something shared between the two they didn’t see before.

“Is your idiot always like that?”

“Yeah, I assume that’s normal for your team too?”

#cass.writes #manager!reader #hq x reader #haikyu x reader #female!reader #nekoma #also lots of info from the wiki #so pls don’t jump me if it’s wrong

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i-desire-jake · 3 years

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First meet (part 1)

Characters: Jake and female Mc

Genre: Fluff and romance

Summary: Everything's over except Jake and mc love which is growing more and more day by day. So fate decides them to meet each other.

-Oh man... I don't feel like cooking today, and I'm so God damn bored.

You huffed while lying on your couch on the weekend day.

-what should I do you think, and then an idea pops on your mind.

-Yeah, I should disturb him a bit. You grin cheekily at your idea and then grab your phone to text your love.

Yeah you will text Jake. It's been around two and a half month since Hannah was found and MWAF was caught.

You thought that Jake would immediately cut contacts with you after the case was over, but that didn't happen. Instead you both still text till today.

You both have confessed your feelings towards each other and he has even promised you that one day you both would be together. Jake is not the shy person which you thought he would be. Instead he is confident enough and his boldness is enough for you to give you butterflies and to make your knees tremble.

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YOU

Hey Jake:)

How is my baby?

Jake is now online

JAKE

Hey beautiful <3

I'm good what about you?

YOU

I'm bored Jake -_-

JAKE

Wanna have some fun? ;)

YOU

Ugh! You and your dirty mind

JAKE

Only for you beautiful ;)

YOU

Baby, I miss you so much.

I so desperately want to meet you.

I want to hug you. Kiss you like there's no tomorrow. I want to be with you forever.

When will you come....?

JAKE

Hey love, don't cry.

Jake hacked your camera and saw you through it.

I have a good news.

YOU

You are free😲😲?

When? Where ? Time?

JAKE

Uh.....

I'm not free.

My pursuers are still after me.

But now this will only last for a few more weeks. I have figured a way to get rid of them and I'll soon be with you love.

YOU

Oh! That's wonderful😁

Can you meet me, somewhere please??

You can come at my house today. After all you'll get free soon, so you can roam around a bit right?

JAKE

I'm sorry love, today I'm busy a bit. So I can't come.

YOU

JAKE

Hey, hey. Don't worry. I will plan something soon and I promise you I'll do my best.

YOU

Thank you so much Jake.

JAKE

YOU Elephants are jumping inside my stomach. I gotta go and eat something.

JAKE

Hehe

Bye beautiful <3

YOU

Talk to you later love.❤

Jake is offline

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Uh...

I don't want to spend my day on the couch.

You think for a bit to what to do next.

-I'll go to the restaurant, and get a take out. Then I'll enjoy my time in the park.

I should even visit the new botique by the restaurant.

You take a shower, then rummage through your closet searching for something nice to wear.

You wear a knee length yellow floral dress paired with white sneakers and a small hair clip on your beautiful beach waves.

You take a mirror selfie and immediately send it your man.

The picture effortlessly highlights your curves and your beauty.

One would be lying if they said that you don't look pretty.

Jake is online

JAKE

If I would have been there, then you wouldn't be able to get off from your bed for the whole day.

Your cheeks blushed reading his flirty text.

YOU

Oh, really! I'd like to see😉

JAKE

Don't mess with me babygirl or you'll regret.

YOU

Bye babe 😆

JAKE

You really leaving after turning me on. That's not fair.

Jake is offline

YOU

Everything is fair in war and love babe☺

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JAKE POV

-God, that girl is really making me nervous. He mumbled before deciding to order food for himself.

Tring Tring. Tring Tring.

-Great now. Their home delivery service is closed today.

-Ugh! I'm really craving Chinese today.

I should get a take out and come back quickly.

He mumbled to himself then went to his laptop to check the condition of his pursuers.

-Wow, I'm really progressing quickly. I'll be free soon. I can't wait to meet Mc.

-I should surprise her today with an unexpected home visit.

But wait.

Ugh.

She was going somewhere today. Ufff. Then tomorrow. And that's final.

He dressed in his usual black hoodie and a plain denim jeans then went to Chinese to fulfill his hunger for food.

MC POV

Hmm... this dress looks sexy. I should buy this.

You giggle at yourself then buy all the dresses you like and head to your favourite restaurant.

-I'm so glad they have elevators here, or else I would have died walking up to the sixth floor to the restaurant.

You sigh, then go to the counter to order your food. You notice a strange man dressed in all black ordering food for almost four people.

- Looks like that man really like Chinese.

You mumble to yourself then go back to the counter to pay for your food.

JAKE POV

- $120

-Sure, here.

He pays for his food in cash then start going back to the exit.

" Stairs under construction. Please use the elevator. Sorry for inconvenience. ⛑⛑"

- what the fuck!

Ugh..... Now I have to use the lifts.

Jake covers his head with his hoodie then enters the elevator with his head down.

He presses the the button for ground floor then wait for the elevator door to close. But before it could close completely, a woman sticks her shoes in between the doors the prevent it from closing.

Jake looks to up to see the person and gets shocked as hell when she enters the elevator and stands beside him.

MC POV

After paying for the food you rushes to the exit when you saw that the doors of lift were about to close.

Yiu stick your shoes there, then enters the little room.

"Thank God I entered on time or else I would have to wait for more ten minutes "

You glance on your side and saw the same hoodie man staring at you with wide eyes.

What's up with him. You think in your mind.

" I know I'm beautiful, mister. But if you would stare at me with that wide eyes then it may pop out"

You joke at the man who now seems embarrassed at his actions.

He clears his throat then look away. But his gaze is still on you. He observes your every movement like he adores you the most.

After a few minutes you notice that the elevator is going down really slowly. You must have reached down till now but you were still moving from 5th to the 4th floor.

- "isn't this lift to- aaahhhhhhh!"

You screamed loudly when the elevator started shaking rapidly and the lights were flickering on and off.

There was a loud thud on the roof of the elevator and you fell directly on the man beside you. If he wouldn't have hold you, you would have crashed your head roughly against the wall.

The lights went off and the room became dark. You started shivering with fear while still clinging to the man. He embraced you and patted your head a few times to calm you down. Minutes passed and then the light came back.

You came back to your senses when you saw that you were hugging the stranger.

You immediately pulled back blushing and mumbling apologise

- "I....I'm so-....sorry"

- "It's okay beautiful" the man said with a smirk after seeing you blushing and stuttering

JAKE POV

Mc fell on me when the elevator crashed and started shivering. She really is a cute tiny little thing. Jake thought in his mind

When Mc let go off him, he saw that she was blushing like a tomato.

Wow, she looks so cute. I should tease her and see her reaction to a stranger flirting with her.

- "It's okay beautiful" I said after her stuttering apologies.

She blushed even more but then pulled herself together and said

- "Yeah, don't call me that"

- "Why not? You're beautiful so I can call you" I said smirking.

- "Uh....I should press the alarm button because we are stuck"

She pressed the alarm button a few times but it didn't work.

- "look what's written over there. It says the alarm is out of use. You should call that number which is given below it" I said pointing at the number.

I had no intention of staying in the lift forever, but if it's with my love then I can have second thoughts.

I took the phone out from my pocket then started disabling the cameras in the lift. I have already disabled the restaurant's camera before coming but not of the elevators. It's because, I never use lifts to change floors as they are too risky. But I was forced to use it today because the stairs were damaged.

I was in my own thoughts when I heard Mc yelling at someone on the phone

- "Yeah, what do you mean by 3-4 hours? You want us to die inside? I'll report you then you'll lose your fucking license. What kind of service do-"

Before she could shout more and make the situation worse, I snatched her phone away from her then spoke in a different voice "take your time but don't take too long or else we'll might suffocate here. Yeah thank you and please hurry"

I said to the manager then hung up the call returning her phone back.

- "Great. Now we are stuck here for an eternity"

She said in an irritating voice.

I should annoy and tease her more, I thought to myself then proceeded to my actions.

- "why are you worrying babe? You are here with a handsome man like me. Trust me I won't let you feel bored." I said in a flirty tone.

- "Stop calling me with those names. And handsome? Haha I've never heard a better joke. You look like an alien" She said

*Mc in her mind- btw, he is really very handsome. Uh don't think like that for him*

- "What? alien? Me? I'm offended babe. But you can't do anything cause you are stuck here with me now"

I said, then took off my hoodie revealing me only in my navy blue tshirt.

MC POV

After his heavy flirting, he took off his hoodie showing him only in his thin tshirt.

You couldn't take your eyes off him. He was muscular and well built.

*Wow he's really something. Ugh stop drooling over her Mc. You have your Jake so no other men. But God he really depicts as I imagined Jake. Ocean blue eyes, shiny black hair and so nice-*" you were interrupted out of your thoughts when he again started flirting with you.

- " Stop staring at me, I know I'm handsome and hot but if you will open your eyes that wide then it will pop out" He said mimicking your previous words.

You cleared your throat and looked away saying " why did you removed your hoodie?"

- " Because it's too hot in here."

He said taking a step towards you.

- "yeah, wh-what do you think you're do-doing ?"

You stutterd at him backing off a bit.

Seeing you going back, he smirked and again took a few steps towards you until your back was pressed against the wall.

He put both of his hands beside your head and leaned a bit towards your face saying.

- "Are you scared babe? I won't do anything............without your permission "

You didn't utter a single word because you were completely shocked. Not by his actions but by yourself. You thought only Jake could make you blush and give you butterflies in your stomach with his flirty texts. But here this complete stranger is making you feel nervous as hell and you were blushing like a tomato.

- "Do you want to be my girlfriend? I promise I won't disappoint" He said leaning a bit more forward. Your faces were now only a few inches apart. He tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear seeing your reaction. Your whole body got an electric shock just with a simple touch of his.

"*No, this is wrong. I only want Jake and no one else.*" You thought to yourself and then pushed him away from you.

- "Stay away from me, you pervert. And don't touch me. And for the record, I already have a boyfriend."

He knew well that you were talking about him but how little did you know that your love was this close to you.

- "Oh really?"

- "Yes really" you said.

- "Don't worry babe. I'm sure he won't mind if you'd flirt with me. In fact he would be happy" He said making you confused.

- "Oh yeah? You don't know who he is. And if I'd tell him that there was an alien harassing me in the elevator, he won't spare you."

- "Why? is he a police or a psycho who would kill me?" He asked amused.

- "Trust me he's not a police but he's much more powerful than them. And he's not psycho. So mind your own business and fuck off."

You said to him visibly angry. You can't control yourself when someone bad mouthed him.

- "Hmm.. looks like you really like him"

- "No. I love him"

He let out a happy chuckle then said "Now your boyfriend will say you to kiss me"

He turned around from your side then started doing something.

You ignored him, then took out your phone for time pass.

You saw Jake was online so you immediately went to his chat.

YOU

Hey babe :)

JAKE

Hi beautiful. <3

I'm offended.

YOU

Why? Did I do something wrong?

JAKE

You didn't kiss him.

YOU

Huh, what??

You glance at the man who was still busy with his phone.

JAKE

I love you too.

Then your phone started ringing. It was Jake. He never called you before, not after the case was over.

You quickly received the call.

- "Hello. Jake?"

Silence.....

The man beside you turned around with the phone pressed against his ear.

- "I love you too, beautiful"

The man said and the same voice you heard in your phone.

You were dumbfounded and shocked.

- "You know you look so pretty in real life. And you're so cute. Especially with that angry expression of yours."

Jake or the man in front of you whom you considerd stranger till now said to you in a sweet voice making you completely shocked.

A/N : okay, so I don't know how I feel about this. I think something's missing but I can't figure out what it is. So if you find any mistakes please tell me. I'll try to improve it next time. There will be one or two more part after this.

#duskwood #everbyte studios #i-desire-jake #duskwood everbyte #duskwood mc #i am jake #jake and mc

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