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btsslowburnfic · 3 years

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The Arrangement Chapter 9

Series Summary: Desperately in need of money, you answered the questionable ad. AKA-Arranged marriage AU featuring Y/N and Yoongi.

Chapter Summary: Getting your bearings at BigHit

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It’s fine it’s fine, Yoongi kept repeating to himself this morning after you had left to go to the security office. I’m not even home that often, it’s not her fault. He slipped on a t-shirt and jeans and went downstairs. He put his dishes away and looked in the foyer. Two suitcases and a backpack were sitting there. He couldn’t believe this was all you had. That’s it. He sighed and picked up the bags, wheeling them over to the guest bedroom. He looked around the room and frowned. He would need to order a few more blankets. He took out his phone and ordered some quickly. He walked into the guest bathroom. No towels. He placed an order for those as well. Even if you ended up living somewhere else, it was good to have extra towels and blankets, he reasoned with himself.

He checked his calendar and yours. You should still be in the security office with Namjoon. He had already texted Hobi earlier.

Y:WTF dude, I thought you were my friend

JHOOOOOOPE: I brought a nice looking girl to your house, how is that not nice **angel**

Y: You can’t just drop someone off into someone else’s house without asking!

JHOOOOOOPE: It’s not my fault no one told you. I was told to deliver your new assistant to your apartment because you needed her to be available to whims at all times. I do what I’m told like every other person who works here. **shrug** it could be worse. I could use an assistant. Send her my way if it doesn’t work **Grin**

Y: >=(

Yoongi walked off the Elevator and saw Namjoon’s smug face there "What the hell is wrong with you?" Yoongi growled, walking up to him. He was surprised he didn’t see you anywhere.

"Not now Yoongi, I have a meeting in 15 minutes." Namjoon sighed. That fucking prick.

"You just dropped a girl into my house without telling me and think I'm not going to have something to say about it?"

"You knew she was starting today. You agreed that the two of you were going through with all of this. What did you think that meant? Huh?" Namjoon said, almost bored.

"Why don't I get a say in any of this?" Yoongi raised his voice, exasperated.

"You did. You picked her." Namjoon said calmly as he pushed the up button on the elevator.

"This is such bullshit!" he yelled. You walked around the corner, surprising him.

The elevator for Namjoon arrived and he got on it, not bothering to look back.

You walked closer to Yoongi. "Hey. I'm sorry this was a surprise for you. It was to me too. I thought I would be in a dorm with a bunch of other girls." You gave him a sympathetic look.

He took off his hat and ran his hands through his hair. "I'm sorry it's not you. It's just...ughhh…" He put the hat back on.

"Really. It's fine. It seems like Namjoon isn't interested in our opinions though, huh? I'm a good roommate. I'm quiet and I clean up after myself. And I can cook."

Yoongi wasn’t angry at you, so his feelings had morphed into pouting at this point. "It's fine I put your bags in the guest bedroom." He pushed a button on the elevator. He sighed

"Thanks Yoongi." you said, standing next to him.

“And I can cook too. So don’t think that’s part of your job or anything.”

“Now what kind of wife would I be if I didn’t cook for you,” You teased as the doors opened up. You were surprised to see him blushing. He hit the button for the 12th floor, feeling like a total idiot.

You looked so cute and professional. He tried to not think about the fact you had seen him in his underwear that morning. He looked down, mumbling something, hoping you wouldn’t notice how embarrassed he was. He was eager to just get to his studio. He understood abstractly that the two of you would be spending time together but now that it was actually happening, he felt awkward and shy. And vaguely annoyed by everyone else. He got off the elevator with you following. “What are you doing exactly?” He turned and asked.

“I’m your assistant. I’m supposed to help you. Do I have a desk or anything? There wasn’t really an orientation. There isn’t anything on the calendar for the rest of the day.”

“Oh. Ok. Umm take the rest of the day off…? Go unpack?” He shrugged.

You scowled. “That doesn’t seem particularly helpful especially since you want me to move out.”

Yoongi sighed and continued to move down the hallway, “You don’t need to do that. There,” he pointed. “That’s Jiwoo. She’s the office manager for this floor. Ask her if she knows anything. I need to get to my studio.”

You had so many more questions but you didn’t want to bother Yoongi.“Ok. See you later.” You turned and walked over to the woman he had indicated to.

Yoongi continued on to his studio. He had no idea if you had a desk or not. He hadn’t really put thought into it. He cursed himself for not thinking to ask Namjoon about any of this. He detested appearing as though he didn’t know something, which unfortunately meant he hadn’t asked questions when he should have. Oh well. He hoped Jiwoo could straighten it out. Otherwise he would later today. He typed in his pass code and walked into his studio. Fortunately he felt inspired this morning and went straight for his notebook.

“Hello. Excuse me?” You said as you walked up to the desk of the woman who had been identified to you as the office manager. She appeared to be older than you; her hair cut into a bob, she also had super cute glasses. She looked up.

“Yes, can I help you with something?”

“I’m Mr. Min’s new assistant, [Y/N]. Today is my first day and nobody really seems sure what to do with me.”

She laughed. “That doesn’t surprise me at all. They all do a great job with the big picture around here. But the details? That’s my specialty.” She stood up. “Follow me. Your desk is over here, near the lounge area. It’s a little noisy, but it’s across from the coffee maker. Which is important because Min Yoongi loves coffee.”

“Yes, thank you. That is like one of the only things I do know.” You smiled, grateful for any help.

“You don’t have a company laptop yet. I would expect it by Monday. You can do most things via the App though. If something does come up, let me know and we can work something out. Now, if you walk around the corner here,” she led the way. “We have some empty studios. If you ever need to rent space for any reason, they are available under the App. Mr. Min has his own studio so you shouldn’t need to book any spots unless you are helping with a collaborator. Speaking of, here is his studio. Good luck with that.” She pointed down to the doormat which had a cat flipping you both off. You laughed. You looked at the plate by the door. “Min Suga. Genius Lab.”

“Humble. Nice.” You pointed at the placard.

“He is really good though.” She said thoughtfully. She began to move down the rest of the hallway, pointing out the restrooms and arriving back at her desk. “Also, don’t wait up on him. He’s in there most of the time. Follow your calendar. If you try to follow his, you’ll never sleep or you’ll end up with a sleeping disorder. Seriously. He sleeps in there sometimes.” She sat back down at her desk.

Your eyes bugged out a little bit at this. Damn that was some dedication. You hoped he at least had a futon in there then. Jeeze. “Alright. Thanks so much. I appreciate it.”

You almost wished you would have kept your desk plant now, looking at the empty space. You had a few office items in the bags in Yoongi’s house but nothing really worth going back for. A message popped up on your phone. **ORDER READY MIN YOONGI #2983627** You clicked on it. Apparently there was an order at the store ready for Yoongi. Because there was a store in the company building. Huh. Ok. I guess this is part of my job now. You looked up where the store was and headed down to the 2nd floor. It appeared to be a multipurpose grocery and home-goods store with also a few clothing items. Looking around you found the *Pick up online order* section and walked over. You queued up and recognized the perfectly coiffed blonde hair of Namjoon’s assistant.

You gave him a light tap on the shoulder. “Hey!”

Jimin turned around, surprised to see the girl from the interview last week standing behind him. “Hey you.” He smiled, “so you got the job?”

You nodded. “Yep. Sorry again about last week. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

He laughed, his eyes turning into adorable crescent-moons “I’m sorry I literally yelled “shit” at you. So I think we’re even.” He stuck out a hand, “Park Jimin. Nice to officially meet you.” You shook it. “I see you have figured out some stuff. You’ll be on the 14th floor with Yoongi right?”

“Yep. I just got my desk. That’s it. The rest of the day doesn’t have anything and he hasn't given me anything to do yet.”

Jimin turned to move forward in line, with you following suit. He turned back, “Well Yoongi hasn’t had an assistant before but if he’s anything like Namjoon he’ll figure out a million things for you to do soon. Once they get used to it they forget how to even use food delivery apps or how to do their own laundry.” He shook his head. “To clarify: I don’t do his laundry. I coordinate the dry cleaning.”

“And here I was imagining you washing Namjoon’s undies.” You teased, causing him to laugh some more.

“Noooo stop. I don’t want that mental image.” Jimin licked his lips. “If you’re not doing anything later you should join me and Tae for drinks. Not at Club Tokki.” You raised your eyebrows. “Sorry, I peeked at your resume. Think about it and let me know.” He cut the conversation short as it was his turn in line. He concluded his business at the counter quickly. He turned around, carrying a few paper bags. “I’ll see you around.”

You waved, “Alright, I’ll text you about later.” It felt so nice to be included on your first day. He seemed fun. You stepped up and held the QR code up for them to scan. You were handed two paper bags and a larger plastic one. You took them and stepped aside, reading the stapled receipt paper. **PINK TOWELS X 4** on one of the bags. **QUEEN SIZE BLANKET WHITE X 2** on the larger one. He bought me blankets and towels!?!?! You took the bags back to the apartment. Yoongi had taken your bags and put them nicely in the corner of your room. You were pretty sure this stuff was for the guest bedroom and bathroom but you didn’t want to seem presumptuous.

YN: Hey! I picked up your order from the store. Where should I put the towels and blankets?

You waited a few minutes, unpacking one of your bags.

Y: Those are for you. The washing machine is upstairs in the hallway.

YN: Thank you so much. Pink is my favorite color!

Y: :]

You went and started a load of towels and continued to unpack. Holy shit. This was weird. You went back upstairs with the blankets. The upstairs loft area had a more lived in feel to it, with blankets strewn over a black couch, a large tv, and a video game system. There was also a keyboard in the corner. There was a short hallway containing a closet and the washer and dryer. You assumed the door at the end of the hallway led to his room. You were a very private person yourself, so you weren’t about to intrude on that. You honestly felt weird being in the loft area, it felt as though the lower level was for show and this was where Yoongi actually lived.

You moved some more laundry around and decided to head back to the office. You still weren’t sure about joining Jimin for drinks tonight. You decided you would wait and see what the laundry status was. You set a timer on your phone and went back to the office. You stopped by the lounge area and made a coffee for yourself while preparing a coffee for Yoongi. Another ping on your phone.

***EVENT ADDED SATURDAY 6 PM***

Retirement Party for Lee Soobin Akioko Flame Restaurant

The espresso stopped dripping. You added the water and then poured it over ice. You walked over to the studio and gave the door a knock. No answer.

You huffed in slight irritation while trying to get your phone out one-handed.

YN: It’s me. I have coffee.

Y: Leave it by the door.

YN: :( But someone could kick it over

Yoongi took off his hat and ran a hand through his hair and sighed.

Y: Give me a minute.

He got to what he deemed was a good stopping point and walked over to the door, opening it the slightest bit.

“Here you go.” You handed him the iced coffee.

He took it, eyeing you suspiciously. “What?” You said, exasperated. You had lovingly hand-crafted this brew.

“You like shitty coffee so I’m worried.” He took a sip. His eyebrows went up. “This is not shitty. This is good. Where did you get it from?” He noticeably relaxed, the doorway opening slightly more.

“I made it using the espresso maker in the break room.” You said. “I worked in a coffee shop before I was old enough to work in bars. Shitty coffee has to do more with sleep deprivation than actual preferences.”

“True true.” He said, his lips pouting as he took another sip. The sound of a phone ringing in the studio cut through the air. He scowled, making no attempt to answer it.

“Is that your work phone?” You asked.

“Yes. I imagine it’s Jimin or one of BPD’s assistants.”

“So...shouldn’t you answer it?” You asked.

Yoongi shrugged and walked into his office, not bothering to shut the door. You took this as a slight invitation and followed him in. You took a brief look around before the phone rang again and you identified it’s location. You walked over and picked it up. “Genius Lab. This is [Y/N] speaking.”

Yoongi turned around to ask what the fuck you were doing but then you had sounded so professional, he just plopped down in his work chair instead, a dumbfounded look on his face.

“I’m not sure. I’ll find out and get back with you. What’s the number?” You took out your phone and typed the information in. “Ok yes. Thank you.” You hung up the phone.

“What are you doing exactly?” He asked. You weren’t sure if he was angry, amused, or confused. He was difficult to read sometimes.

You smirked. “Being your assistant. Would you like me to have this phone forward to mine so it doesn’t ring in here?”

Yoongi’s eyes grew slightly wider, “You can do that?”

“Yep. There’s an app for it.” You responded, happy some of your previous office experience actually translated to this position.

“Yes. Please God yes.” He said quickly.

You laughed, setting up the forwarding application. You picked up the phone to see what the number of the studio was. “Alright. I can at least triage some of the calls for you.” You said, satisfied with yourself. “Also. Ew.” You eyed a few take-out containers and coffee cups. “I’m coming back for...this.” You gestured to the room and excused yourself to get a trash bag.

Yoongi sat there slightly dazed. He rarely let anyone into his studio and yet you had just come in, fixed his phone anxiety issue, and also scolded him. He scrolled through his phone, seeing the event on Saturday. It was annoying but maybe it wouldn’t be so bad with you and J-Hope there. Maybe. Even if it all was a stupid pretend performance.

You retrieved a trash bag from the break room and came back. You started cleaning without saying anything. It was becoming obvious that Jiwoo had spoken the truth, Yoongi really did spend most of his time in here. You made your way around the surfaces, throwing trash away. To your shock, Yoongi just sat there, drinking his coffee and scrolling through his phone.

“Thanks again for the towels and blankets. It was very thoughtful of you.”

“No problem.”

“Are we going to the party on Saturday?”

Yoongi looked up at you, “Sure.”

And just like that, you had committed to your first event at BigHit. “Alright, I’ll let Jin know.”

Yoongi shifted in his seat slightly, “is that who called?”

“Yeah.”

“Cool. Has he hit on you yet?”He asked casually, belying the fact that he was actually very interested in how you would react to the infamous flirt.

You giggled. You were almost all the way done tidying up. “Of course. Have you seen his face? He had to let me know how in demand it is at all times.” You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, him and Namjoon stopped by the bar last week. Idiots.”

“Agreed.” Yoongi felt his body become more at ease with your answer. He didn’t know why he cared.

You looked around the spartan room. “Alright. I’m all done. Do you need anything else?”

Yoongi put his phone down. “Just to get back to my writing.”

You were so very curious but you didn’t want to intrude. “Sure thing. See you later.” You picked up your trash bag and left the room, shutting the door behind you. You were honestly surprised at how easy your day had been so far. You sat the trash bag down by your cubicle, unsure of where to deposit it. A text to Jiwoo about the dumpster and an RSVP to Jin about the party on Saturday and your day was almost done. You dropped the garbage off on your way to the apartment to switch out laundry. You were getting tired.

YN: Hey! I’m going to take a rain check for tonight. I am so tired and I still need to unpack ;-; I do want to though, so don’t think I’m blowing you off. Lunch tomorrow?

JM: Shit I totally forgot you would need to unpack and everything. Sorry. No worries. Also, check your schedule, we have a huge design meeting around lunch time so they will most likely have it catered. I’ll buy you a drink on Saturday if you actually get Yoongi to attend.

You raised your eyebrows. It was on the schedule clear as day, on you and Yoongi’s calendar. Why wouldn’t he attend?

YN: Of course he’ll be there. Why wouldn’t he be?

JM: HAHAHAHA good luck. See you tomorrow!

It was already after five so you didn’t bother going back down to the office. You finished the laundry and finished your unpacking. And then you stood in the apartment just staring. The sun had gone down and the windows had a lovely view of the city. You could see part of the river and one of the many lit up bridges. You turned on the kitchen light. Shit. You had no idea what the food situation looked like here. Your stomach growled. You took some rice out of the cooker, leaving enough for Yoongi and sat at the countertop.

You opened up your personal email. You had paid the dorm deposit for your brother, using your “disappear in the middle of the night and change your name again” emergency fund to pay for it. It had scared the shit out of you to pull all your money from savings and you still were secretly afraid that the job was lying about how much money it would pay you. Before you knew it, it was 9.

YN: Hey, I ate some of the rice but I don’t want to just go through your kitchen. Do you want me to order or make anything?

No response. Ok. He was probably busy. You rifled through the cabinets. If his office was any indicator there should be at least a few ramyeon packs you could eat and replace. Bingo. You made a spicy prawn one and texted one more time.

YN: I owe you a spicy prawn ramyeon pack. Thanks again for everything. See you tomorrow.

You set the coffee maker for the next day and brush your teeth. You nestled into your new bed complete with one of your new fluffy blankets. You couldn't remember the last time you had your own bedroom. It was before your sister was born. The two of you had always shared a room. And then 7 years ago you started sharing a room with her and your niece. You took a deep breath, feeling as though you were letting 7 years of bullshit go all at once. If only it were all so simple. NEXT CHAPTER @lidda @anpanman-sonyeondan @firefairy1 @cuteipat @sugaslittlekookies @janeelizabeth1216 @deeepvibes @gxldenhunny

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happysoldlady · 4 years

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52. “Are you going to talk to me?” with ez reyes

a/n: Hi all! I’m sorry that it’s been a while. I’ve had a wild summer. Fell in love, got my heart broken, worked, started the second semester of my junior year in college. And now I’m up at midnight writing this drabble because if I don’t put my energy into something, I’m gonna start making bad decisions. SO please enjoy this long overdue EZ drabble. I couldn’t even tell you what this is but I hope it’s entertaining.

taglist: @woahitslucyylu @thoughtsmeander2tumblingblindly @peaches007 @cocotheclown

You and EZ didn’t start off as in love as you were now. In fact, you two didn’t really vibe at all at first. Not that you hated one another, you just weren’t initially impressed with his ‘tortured poetic soul’ persona. And he didn’t really know what to do with someone who wasn’t intrigued by him. At first, it was your relationship with Coco that brought you into the club atmosphere. You and Coco had been friends for a while and ran into each other at a mechanic shop. He started bringing you around club parties and outings, and he encouraged your friendly relationship with his daughter. But nothing romantic ever happened there. It simply wasn’t like that, which he caught a lot of shit for from the others.

You got along well with the guys in the club, and because of the constant stream of pastries you baked for them, they got along with you as well. You had your own relationship with each of them, except for EZ. You could tell that he literally always had a lot on his mind, but it didn’t make you curious. His business wasn’t your business. But it did make you sympathetic toward him. So one day, out of the blue, after what you knew to be a particularly bad day at the club, you dropped off an assorted stack of brownies and lemon bars only to find that your head count had come out one short. So on a whim, you visited EZ’s trailer to drop him off his own assorted stack of treats.

You knock on the door once. And then twice. and then a third time. And just as your turning to leave, the door swings open revealing EZ in a black t shirt and loose jeans. He squints at you in confusion.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” He asks, stepping down out of the trailer. In EZ’s head, if you had showed up at his place, it meant you needed something. Or you were in trouble. Or both. Showing up at each other’s places wasn’t something that you did.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine. I saw that you weren’t with the club earlier and I baked all these brownies and stuff and I wanted to make sure that you got some.” You say quietly, holding out the plate of pastries toward him. “I realize now how silly that sounds. You’re probably busy.”

EZ furrows his eyebrows at your immediate dismissal of your nice gesture. “No, no. Gracias. I really appreciate it. God knows I wouldn’t have gotten any otherwise.”

You smile and nod, appreciating that he acknowledged your gesture. His fingers wrap around the edges of the plate as he takes it from you.

You wave goodbye to the younger Reyes brother and go on your way. It isn’t until he returns your plate a few days later, clean and with a small grin that you realize what all the girls fall head over heels for. He has a kind heart.

Fast forward to now, you’re so angry with him that you’re starting to forget why it is that you fell in love with him in the first place. Not only has he not been home for several days, but the only form of communication you receive from him are vague and random texts updating you on where he is and maybe a few words on how he is. But other than that, nada.

You want to scream at him. Tell him how lonely you’re feeling. Beg him to be more communicative. But instead, you always send the same message: Be safe. I love you. And he always leaves you with a: Love you, mi princesa xx.

EZ wasn’t trying to leave you out. In his head, the less you knew, the better off you were. And it wasn’t because he didn’t think you could handle it, but the things he was doing or feeling weren’t things he could have an electronic record of. He kept it short, and fully planned on spending a couple nights with you catching you up when he got home. But walking into his home to find a note, and some of your clothes gone he realizes what a mistake he’s made.

Days go by and he doesn’t hear from you. No matter how many times he calls or texts, you’ve gone completely radio silent. And if he’s being honest with himself, it’s starting to psych him out. EZ knows how to give you space when you need it, but this...this feels different to him. Like he’s losing something he didn’t know he wasn’t fighting for.

So after a week, he decides to show up at your favorite coffee shop. He knows that you’ll stop by eventually, and when you do, he plans on explaining everything. He sits, and waits, and waits and sure enough, around 1 in the afternoon, you stroll in through the door, giving a friendly smile to the baristas behind the counter.

He watches as you order and holds his breath as you turn and walk toward him. When your eyes finally meet his, he can see the flash of pain in them. But you’ve never been the type to run from an uncomfortable situation so he isn’t surprised when you sit down across from him.

“Hey.” He says quietly, you don’t say anything back to him. It’s been two weeks since he’s said anything of substance to you. You need him to talk, and you figure that you deserve that much.

You see the flash of uncertainty on his face when you don’t say anything back but he continues to push anyway.

“I know that you’re mad because I’ve been distant but I need you to let me explain.” He says, reaching for one of your hands. You shake your head and tuck your hands under your thighs, looking up at him.

His eyebrows furrow, and you see him physically shake off the rejection. “I love you, Y/N. And I’m sorry that the last few weeks have made you feel like I don’t. I was trying to protect us.”

You continue to look at him for a second, only looking away when a barista brings your latte to the table. You give him a grateful smile and then looking back to EZ, taking a sip of your beverage.

“I wanted to talk to you about the shit we were doing. But it wasn’t shit I wanted there to be a record of. So I thought it would be better to keep it brief.” EZ says, lowering his voice.

You sit your latte back down, and squint your eyes at him. But still don’t say anything. And you can tell that it’s irritating him.

“Are you going to talk to me?” EZ asks. His tone isn’t demanding though, it’s desperate.

You stare at him for a little while longer, looking away to take a drink of your coffee and then you open your mouth.

“You’ve had two weeks to talk to me and you haven’t. And yeah, I get that you can’t talk about club shit in a fucking text message. But you could’ve talked about literally anything else and you chose not to.” You say quietly, your eyes meeting his. “I worry about you, EZ. Especially when you’re on a run. And I need you to fix the way you communicate with me because it’s causing an issue for me.”

EZ nods, “I know. I’m sorry.”

You squint. “I don’t want you to be sorry, Ezekiel. I want you to fix it.”

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kpopsiblingreactions · 6 years

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Vixx As Brothers

N/Hakyeon

N would be the brother that thinks he knows best. His going to tell you what to do or make decisions for you and thats going to start a lot of arguments in your lives. N makes it seem like his trying to see your side in a argument but honestly dont expect him to see your side. Its all a trick. His not going to be able to see that his wrong at this point on this topic. When his friends hang around, including the rest of Vixx, your shoved in a closet...No literally once he shoved you in a closet so you would go away. You stay with your friends and he stays with his. When you start dating his friends become even more hidden from you. If you find someone to date and it doesnt fit Ns taste his not going to approve. If you dont listen to him, your parents are going to get an earful and thats definitely not good for you. When you two get along its mainly cringy jokes that cause much pain for the others around you. You two would take lots of walks, jogs, bike rides, etc etc , and just chill around making each other laugh. Oh wait, your upset? N’s going to turn actually awkward at this point. Growing panicked in his mind he actually has no clue what to do. Eventually he will resort to asking you whats going to make you feel better, willing to do anything because he cant figure out how to make it better.

Leo/Taekwoon

Taekwoon would be a surprising brother, since he shows a rare side of himself to you that others normally dont get to see. Taekwoon will be more outspoken around you, although normally its just small talk its still a lot more then others get to see. He will always support you, maybe even giving tips when your having trouble. Taekwoon will never have a complant about you and is willing to give a ear or shoulder whenever you need it. Honestly I cant see you having many arguments with Taekwoon, when you get angry with him he will just leave you alone until you cool down then talk it out with you. When it comes to dating Taekwoon isnt going to weigh in unless he thinks your making a very bad decision, after all your life not his right? Taekwoon will show a slightly cute side, when you call him oppa he actually gets in a gitty mood, having a big smile stretch on his face. When Taekwoons writing songs he will give you a sneak peek, often wanting you opinion which you never give a negative responce, after all you wouldnt dare crush this angel. As soon as Taekwoon sees you upset his in big brother mode, wrapping his arms around you or patting your head and speaking comforting words.

Ken/Jaehwan

Jaehwan will honestly be a brat , even if his older. He will be a pain, wanting all your attention. If he wouldnt get it get ready for his temper when he hits kicks and even bites you! Honestly you wonder if you have human as a brother or a animal. You guys will get into fights, to a point where your parents have to step in. Oh, did I mention Jaehwan just does aegyo to weasel out of trouble with your parents because yeah, he does. Although not surprising, his aegyo can also make you melt. When you guys get along Jaehwan is just kinda playful. When you go adventuring anywhere you can bet that Jaehwans going with you and making the best of it. Besides that as much of a brat he acts like his very generous and will grant many of your wishes. Especially when your upset then whatever you want is in your reach. When his friends come around they tend to pick on you too but the moment they go over board Jaehwan is yelling at them and scolding them. When you start dating Jaehwan is ready to reveal all your embarrassing stories at the whim of a hat.

Ravi/Wonsik

Wonsik is an amazing brother, his very caring and will do anything to protect you. By anything I mean anything though. His always on dial for you and will put you into consideration before anyone else. You can sucker him into about anything. That one time you wanted to skydive? Oh well you both regretted it but you still did it! The biggest problem that comes up between you two is when you start dating, He will start becoming overprotective, to the point where your dates say its not worth it. This leads to many tears but Wonsik always promises it will lead you to the right person. But will you ever find the right person? I mean of course you will but sometimes you cant help but wonder that. After all you cant get very far in a relationship without Wonsik ruining it. If you try dating behind his back he will get deeply hurt, heartbroken, thinking you dont trust him.

Hongbin

Hongbin would be a stranger in crime. No not partner, partners are close. You guys are definitely close but many wouldnt guess that, You always are up to something with you hang out with him, but sadly the moment you guys might run into trouble you’re getting thrown under the bus. Even if that bus breaks something Hongbin can be seen laughing while you get in trouble. It wouldnt take much either for him to throw you under the bus, so my suggestion is that you do it before he can. Now Hongbin isnt protective, at least at first. If you ask him for help though his demeanor will change and he will suddenly become your big protective brother. It also inflates his ego so pick and choose! It will haunt you whenever you ask for help! When you start dating, well this is actually a wild card. If Hongbin thinks the guys a play boy or anything he suddenly becomes protective brother again. If he likes them he ill make friends fast and create a trio of you guys hanging out. When you get upset Hongbin will give advice rather then comfort, after all solving the problem means more then temporary comfort. When Hongbin goes on tour he will stay in contact with you, but not constantly. If his ever gone on a special day for you, guess what your doing when he comes back? Shopping! Whatever you want! As an apology and a gift.

Hyuk/Sanghyuk

You mean genius Sanghyuk? Sanghyuk is the brother to look up to most on this list. He wont give you a dull moment let alone giving you manners and actions to follow. You’re often compared to Sanghyuk by your parents or his a bit harsh when it comes to teaching you, sparking the core of an argument to last centuries. Sanghyuk will think of himself right and will be out to prove that while your just trying to win for once. Luckily Sanghyuk is actually a very understanding brother and doesnt hold the feud to heart after its resolved. Anytime you dont know something or need taught something you can bet Sanghyuk is going to try his best to teach you. When you start dating he actually doesnt care much, as long as your smart about it. He will check in, making sure your not being pressured into anything but thats about it. If your date ever tries to pressure you into something and you ask for help he will step up, maybe even calling the rest of his group, to scare off them. If you’re ever upset Sanghyuk will try to cheer you up. If its at a certain person Sanghyuk will go all out helping you plan a pranks against those that made you so upset. If its anything else that wont apply to that solution Sanghyuk will find your favorite movie and food upon food and you guys will stay up all night until you cant posssibly stay awake.

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Hidden in Plain Sight | Sweet Pea x Reader

Fandom: Riverdale

Warnings: Use of profane language

Words: 1650

Summary: Reader and Sweet Pea have been best friends for ages, unbeknownst that both have feelings for the other.

A/N: Fic idea belongs to the sweetest @eves-library @imissyoualittlemoreeveryday! I just had the amazing privilege of turning this into a story. I hope you guys enjoy it xx

“HEY babe, how much for one round with you?” the middle-aged, pot bellied cretin at the bar said as he leered at your form.

You scowled, smoothing your worn out The Clash t-shirt and jean shorts before slamming his drink – whiskey on the rocks – in front of him.

As a bartender at the Whyte Wyrm, you were accustomed to the occasional flirt that drifted into the bar but never had one approached you in such an obscene manner, especially since they understood you were under the protection of the Serpents.

You didn’t get angry easily but this trucker was pushing your limits.

“Listen here, old man, and I’ll only tell you this once. Back off. If you want a piece of ass for your slimy hands, I suggest you look elsewhere. The girls at the Wyrm aren’t up for sale.”

He seemed unfazed as he sipped his drink and gave you a toothy smile. “You’re mouthy. I like that. I’d like to shut you up by shoving my cock into –”

“What the FUCK did you say?”

Your heart leapt in relief when you heard the grumble of his voice. Your best friend had finally made it tonight and judging by the look on his face, he wasn’t happy about the way you were being spoken to.

“Listen here, sonny. This is between me and this bitch –”

In a split second, he was shoved face first into the bar top, the 6 foot boy lumbering over the foul-mouthed drunk, Sweet Pea’s knife at the trucker’s throat.

“You don’t talk about her that way. In fact, you shouldn’t even talk or look at her. Y/N is my family. You know what that means? We Serpents look out for our family. Now, you pay the lady what you owe her, plus a very nice tip, and get out of here. If we see you here ever again, you’ll have to crawl out that door, you hear me?”

Scuttling, the man took out bundles of tens and threw it at the counter before Pea “escorted” him outside. A few minutes later, the raven-haired boy made his way back to you, frown on his face.

“You alright?”

You nodded and turned to get a cold beer for him. “I’ve dealt with worse, Pea. And I would’ve gotten one of the guys to handle it if things got worse.”

He grunted and sipped his beer, running a hand through his hair. He was dressed casually, a plaid shirt and jeans and his jean Serpents jacket wrapped around his torso.

“Hey, Y/N? Will you keep an eye out for her tonight? She’s supposed to swing by.”

The her in question was, in your view, a haughty, stuck-up princess of the Southside, who felt she was superior just because her daddy ran a butcher-shop and was one of the few families who didn’t struggle to put food on the table.

You rolled your eyes. “Ah, yes. Her Highness. I thought she didn’t mingle with the dirty Serpents?”

Pea looked at you with an expression you could not comprehend. Looking into those brown hues, your heart skipped a beat, the feelings you buried surfacing when his tongue licked his lower lip, before he looked down, grabbed his beer and left.

You watched him go, a sigh of regret leaving you. When you had started seeing Pea as more than a friend was unclear but all you knew was that Sweets deserved a girl who was a million times better than preppy princess Jane Smith.

As you put away empty glasses, you glanced over to the pool table where he was laughing with Fangs and a few other Serpents, looking extremely gorgeous as he leant against the table, beer in hand.

You couldn’t bring yourself to confess, though, because as much as you wanted Pea, you knew he was in love with another. And you cared for him enough to let him go.

YOU had just returned from grabbing a case of beer from the basement when you heard the loud yelling in the bar. The music had toned down and the patrons were watching a fight progress.

There was no shattering of glasses or punches being thrown. However, the silence was broken by a shrill female voice.

You set down the case and moved towards the bar, where Toni and some other bartenders had gathered.

“What’s going on?” you whispered to her.

It was then that you saw Sweet Pea and Jane engaged in a heated verbal debate. The boy in question looked frustrated and didn’t seem to get a word in against his very enraged partner.

“Princess over there decided Pea wasn’t paying her enough attention. She’s humiliating him,” Toni said worriedly.

You saw red. “Not on my watch, she’s not.”

Angrily, you strode over to where the two were standing, catching hints of what Jane spewed at your best friend.

I’m the best thing that’s happened to you but you don’t spend enough time with me. Do you know how many guys would kill to be in your spot?

I could have had any guy I wanted but I chose you.

“Is there a problem, Smith?” you drawled, inwardly pleased when the harpy stopped screeching and turned to glare at you.

“Well, look who it is. Miss Y/N L/N. You’re one of the reasons why my sweetie doesn’t spend time with me. You’ve all corrupted him!”

“Corrupted him? Sweets has been a Serpent and my best friend long before you came in the picture. Also, how can you say he isn’t spending time with you? You two were together just this morning!”

She visibly paled before tossing her perfectly straightened locks back.

“Regardless of whether or not we spent the morning together, I expect my boyfriend to come running when I call, you hear me?”

Rolling your eyes, you answered. “Honey, if you want a lapdog, I suggest you get a dog. Pea isn’t a mutt to be ordered around.”

“Who the fuck are you anyway to meddle in my affair? Pea is MY boyfriend, not yours.”

“Pea is MY best friend, that’s who he is. I have known him a hell lot longer than you, Princess, and I can tell you that you coming in here and insulting MY best friend is really not sitting well with me.”

Enraged, Pea’s girlfriend turned to him. “How can you stand there and let this Serpent slut insult me? I know why. You’re just a dirty gang member, aren’t you? All this for a bunch of pathetic, mafia wannabes.”

The slur intensified the tension that was already building in the Wyrm. Pea’s eyes narrowed.

“That was uncalled for,” he started to say when you put a hand up, your eyes on the prissy missy in front of you.

“Listen here, sugar. You call me whatever the hell you want. But don’t you dare insult the Serpents. You of all people should know how much the Serpents have done for the Southside, even though they didn’t have to. So the next time you decide to spout some nonsense without thinking, I might just be compelled to slice those pretty lips off.”

Her eyes widened as she turned to Pea for help, but to no avail.

“You buffoon! I can’t believe you’re standing there and letting her say these things to me!”

That seemed to jolt Pea into action.

“Listen, Jane, maybe we should start seeing other people. We clearly want different things.”

“You’re breaking up with me? How dare you?! I will ruin you, Sweet Pea!”

The tall boy looked bored. “Yeah, okay.”

Gritting her teeth, she tore out of the club, sighs of relief echoing in the small space as Pea’s girl – well, now ex-girl, left.

You turned to Pea, expecting him to look devastated. He was, however, sporting the biggest grin on his face.

You were even more surprised when he threw down his pool stick, wrapped his arms around you in a bear hug and swung you around.

“Y/N, that was incredible! Wow, thank you for that. I can’t tell you how happy I am to not have to cater to her every whim.”

You grinned at him. “You know you deserve someone who cares and respects you as much as you do them?”

He looked pensive for a minute. “There is this one girl whom I always liked. But we’re great friends and I didn’t want to spoil our friendship.”

You eyes widened. He couldn’t possibly...

“Do I know her?”

A cheeky smile. “Quite intimately, I’d say.”

“Pea, I...”

“It’s you. It’s only ever been you, Y/N.”

For a time, you could only gape at him open-mouthed.

He scratched the back of his head, a gesture you associated with him being nervous.

“Maybe dinner at Pop’s one night? I’d like to explore this further.”

“Whoa there, Casanova. You literally got out of a relationship two seconds ago.”

“That was...not a relationship. You were right. I need a partner who is caring and respectful. I love you because you are those things...and hopefully, we can be more? So, what do you say, kitten? Let me take you out?”

Memories of you and Pea since childhood, him pushing the swing you were on, you trying (and failing) to bake him cookies but him eating every single one, him beating up a Ghoulie who had groped you, him consoling you through your first break-up and you being by his side when his parents split.

You both had been through a lot together. And perhaps, that’s why a part of you always knew. That this attraction was worth exploring.

You realised you had been lost in your thoughts for some time and Pea now looked apprehensive.

You did the only thing that seemed to quell his fears.

Smiling, you nodded. “Yeah, Sweets. Just let me know when. I’ll be there.”

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