#theyre not the focus in the second picture but something about the windows all being closed

[deevotee]

do you guys think picnics outside were something suggested by ciel because he never got to do that with his first family

#theyre not the focus in the second picture but something about the windows all being closed #makes me emo #like no one else will be staring outside wishing they could join in #the whole household is outside spending time together #no more feeling left out or unloved #they make me emo #ciel phantomhive #phantomfam #finnian #bardroy #mey rin #tanaka #sebastian michaelis #black butler #devo speaks #screen caps #headcanons

[wonwoonlight]

my way to you / jeon wonwoo | chapter 11

➝ Wonwoo x fem!Reader

➝ rich!AU // heir & heiress!AU // best friends to lovers // idiots to lovers lol // fluff // a lil drama bc why not // somewhat angsty // clicheeeee <3

➝ series warning: OC is Dense with a capital D, so many cliches but idc, implied sexual activities (but no actual smut scenes), eventual suggestive scenes, theyre both idiots, food, insecurity and self doubts, somewhat toxic parents, someone fainted like once, not always proofread am sorry ;-; that’s probably it? tell me if there’s more!

➝ A/N: for @boowanie @whalienrj and all of you lovely anons who have so kindly flooded my asks (ɔ◔‿◔)ɔ ♥ here's my love for u. thanks also jeonghan for the god tier timing of the cover drop😳 enjoy and... i guess see u on.. well, tuesday/friday..?😼 truly excited for u guys to read this one <3

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Wonwoo’s fuming.

It’s literally been one day since he’s back in the country and he’s already seeing bullshit like you and your fucking ex from university almost making the headlines.

What were you doing with Kim Mingyu, anyway?

He tries his best to focus on the meeting going on in front of him, but he just keeps on glancing at his watch, praying that it would end already. When Chan finally asks if there’s anything more he’d like to add, Wonwoo quickly says no and ends the meeting on that note. He doesn’t waste a second to tell Chan he’ll be off for the rest of the day and to reschedule any meeting after.

Wonwoo checks his phone, annoyed that you’re not texting him at all. What were you thinking, really, getting involved with your ex?

Nevertheless, he finds himself worrying because he knows your parents won’t go easy on you when it comes to things like this. He closes his eyes in resignation as he recalls the headlines; something about a scandal between the Yoon heiress and the CEO of whatever Mingyu’s company is called.

Someone’s seen you both making out in the dim part of the club and has decided it’d make a good story for the media. It doesn’t help that they’ve also somehow gotten pictures of you leaving with Mingyu and going into a nearby hotel. Anyhow, your parents have somehow been able to sweep the stories under the rug–the posts taken down within minutes and it’s like it was never there to begin with.

But of course it would get to Wonwoo still and he had to hold himself back from throwing his phone over the window when he was informed of it.

He knows there could be nothing between the two of you, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt him to see the news. First Soonyoung and now Mingyu? It almost feels like you’re doing all this on purpose just to see him burst.

You didn’t even look at him when Wonwoo opens the door to your bedroom, simply frowns at your phone and continues scrolling as if he’s not there.

Wonwoo bites back a sigh, already used to this side of you when you don’t wish to address something. He’s trying his best not to be annoyed, but you’re making it difficult for him to stay calm when you won’t even acknowledge his presence even though he’s been calling you since earlier.

“Why were you with him?” he asks straight to the point at last, crossing his arms as he leans on your doorframe.

For a moment, Wonwoo thinks you’re going to ignore him again, but you shrug and mutter something about how you accidentally met him in the club.

“And you slept with him?”

The glare you throw his way is something that Wonwoo hasn’t seen in so long, because you don’t look offended–no, you look angry and obviously upset. He can’t even remember the last time he’s seen you this way.

“This concerns you because?”

“Because you’re my best friend and I care about you?” he frowns, not getting why you’re being defensive with him. Don’t you usually go to him after this kind of stuff? He knows your parents were here not long ago, having asked Seungcheol about it before he comes, and now you’re… mad at him?

“If you’re here to nag then I don’t need you to care about me,” you say before you turn your back to him.

If you’re being completely honest, you don’t understand either why you’re being this way. Perhaps it’s the amount of time you’re left by yourself to think about the possibility of you liking Wonwoo that way, and perhaps it’s the frustration within you because you still don’t have any answer to that, so seeing Wonwoo now only stacks things up and makes more mess within you.

“Why are you being like this?” He chooses the wrong words, he admits, but at least he doesn’t sound accusing because Wonwoo sounds downright pitiful that you feel bad for turning your back to him.

Still, the worst part of you wins and you brush him off by repeating your words earlier.

“So I can’t worry about you now?” he asks, affronted. What has gotten into you, really? “I haven’t seen you in more than a week and I got home to… this and you ask me not to worry?”

“Well, did I ask you to worry about me?” you snap at him, sitting up from your bed and throwing a glare his way.

The little voice within you tells you to stop, that you’re picking a fight with the wrong person, but the talk you had with your parents not even an hour ago wasn’t exactly the best way to start the day and the pounding in your head wasn’t exactly a recipe for a good mood either.

Wonwoo’s about to speak again, but is too stunned to say anything when he notices your eyes glistening and the way your body is slightly shaking.

“I woke up to my parents telling me I’m a disappointment, that I should be ashamed of myself, and you expect me to welcome you with open arms right now?”

He looks at you speechless, having been so long since he’s on the receiving end of your anger. You’ve never been one to be vocal about your feelings, even to Wonwoo, so to see you like this isn’t something that sits well with him.

You look helpless–so upset and Wonwoo doesn’t know what to do. He knows your parents always make you feel worthless that he has to remind you over and over again that you’re more than what they make you to be.

You’ve never said it out loud though. It’s just something that Wonwoo’s aware of and he always makes sure to let you know that you owe your parents nothing.

But this… It’s the first time you’ve ever worn your feelings on your sleeves after so long and it’s breaking him more than he thinks possible. Your eyes are void of anything when you look at him, and your body is shaking from trying hard to keep things together despite failing to do so.

He wants so badly to just hold you in his arms and tell you that you don’t need to go through this alone. That he’ll stay with you like he always does. But you’re quicker than he is and, next thing he knows, you’re already calling Seungcheol to let him out of the door.

Wonwoo doesn’t know if the way he feels his stomach drop is because you have just literally kicked him out when you desperately need someone to be with you most or because he’s seen you bursting with pain.

Whatever it is, he knows he’s never quite experienced heartbreak like this very moment and he hates that you’re hurting and he can’t be with you right now.

It’s almost a week after that day of a disaster and you’re bracing yourself up for the annual party. You haven’t left your condo at all, having asked Seungcheol to turn away any guests even if it’s your cousins in front of the door. You’ve been preparing everything online, thankful that the preparation is practically done so you really just need to confirm that everything’s going accordingly.

Wonwoo’s been messaging you nonstop, only because he knows you won’t be answering his call if he tries to call you. You don’t answer any of his messages though, unsure how to face him after that day.

You don’t know why he’s still trying this hard when you’re literally the one that got mad at him for no reason at all. You don’t know why he bothered, and even though a part of you is beyond relieved that you have someone like him in your life, another part of you is convinced that you don’t deserve Wonwoo after all.

How can you deserve him? He’s been there with you through literally everything, and now that you’re confused about your own feelings you blame it all on him?

Whether or not you’re in love with him, Wonwoo deserves someone who knows how to treat him right–someone that won’t push him away when they’re too overwhelmed by their own feelings.

Someone that’s not you.

You take a deep breath as you step down from the car, glad that you’re the event organizer so you have to arrive before the media. You ask Seungcheol to stand by you at all times, make it clear to him that you don’t wish to be left alone at any given time.

You’re not going to let Wonwoo or anyone speak to you privately. At least not tonight.

Something within you reasons that you simply don’t want to have a confrontation during the event because it might mess up your focus, but, truthfully, you know you’re just being a coward and you’re not ready to face any of them and their questions–especially Wonwoo.

It’s weird to be overlooking an event without him by your side, but you just keep on moving here and there under the pretense of making sure everything’s fine when you’re really just making reasons not to stand in one place for too long that people would start talking to you.

Soonyoung catches you once, but he thankfully has enough sense to leave you be once he realizes you’re not in the mood to talk with just about anyone. Shua and the others try to approach you too, but your forced smile and the hasty way you’re stepping away from them is enough to let them know that you don’t want to speak to them just yet.

You meet Wonwoo’s parents by chance, and you politely bow to them and excuse yourself to check on the catering before they start asking why you’re not with Wonwoo. You don’t even know if the news have reached them before it got taken down, but you don’t dare to meet their gaze in case you’ll find faux politeness and scrutinizing eyes.

You’ve been seeing him too since earlier, and you can tell that he’s lingering, waiting for the perfect timing to stand beside you and talk. But you’re smarter than that, and you’ve been making him follow you around only to be stopped by his business partners because you purposefully pass by them, knowing they’d talk to Wonwoo once they see him nearby.

You haven’t made up with your parents, but they talk like you’re their pride because they see how much everyone’s enjoying the annual party, because everyone’s been saying it’s the most successful one so far and they can’t wait for the next one already.

What a way to make you feel shittier than you already do.

Thankfully, the party is coming to an end and you tell Seungcheol you’re going to the restroom. He escorts you to the private area, standing just enough distance from the door without being too far away while you’re in there.

He looks around to see some people nearby, as there are only a group of people who get access to this particular area, and he easily recognizes Mrs. Jeon talking with Jeonghan’s mom near the paintings. He sees Wonwoo too, but he’s fidgeting and he doesn’t look like he wants to be there.

Not long after, Seungcheol sees Jeonghan’s mom stepping out of the room, which leaves Mrs. Jeon and Wonwoo alone. He averts his gaze to the fireplace, a little far off the two is another group of people hunched together, their hushed voice meshing together as they talk about something he can’t quite register.

You step out just then, and Seungcheol dutifully follows behind when you suddenly stop in your track. He’s about to ask if something’s wrong when he hears it–Mrs. Jeon’s voice a soft whisper even though it’s still clear to him what she’s talking about.

And if Seungcheol, who’s standing behind you, can hear her clearly, then it’s obvious that you can, too.

“Wonwoo, dear, don’t you think it’s about time that you find a girlfriend?”

He hears Wonwoo sighs, but his words are inaudible.

“Are you really waiting for Y/N?” The frown in her voice is crystal even though Seungcheol can’t actually see it. In front of him, you tense at the mention of your name. “Do you think it’s worth it? She’s been nothing but trouble to you…”

Seungcheol hears the sharp breath you take, and you don’t waste more seconds to try to listen to what they’re talking about because you’re already turning away from where their voices come from.

You’re startled when you immediately bump into Seungcheol, as if forgetting that it’s you who asked him to follow you at all time. Seungcheol doesn’t say anything though, and he quietly escorts you out of the room without being seen by anyone.

He doesn’t need you to tell him you want to go home, and you appreciate him so much for calling your parents’ security head that you might’ve eaten something wrong so Seungcheol’s bringing you home early. He even tells Mr. Lee that he’d be driving himself, something that the old driver finds odd but understands rather quickly once he sees the look on your face.

You can never say how grateful you are that Seungcheol doesn’t say anything as you cry throughout your way back home.

Three days after the party, Wonwoo finds himself worried out of his mind.

You’re still ignoring him, his phone calls straight to the voice mail and his texts left unanswered. It wouldn’t be exaggerating to say he hasn’t been able to function as usual. He can’t even properly sleep and it doesn’t help that there’s a BOC meeting around the corner.

He’s promised himself he’ll come by to your place tomorrow if you still haven’t answered by tonight, figuring that should be enough time and space for you already. He doesn’t even know how many texts he’s sent you and it’s frustrating to know that you don’t even read them.

You’ve never ignored him for this long nor have you fought this big. He can’t even remember the last time you actually fought with each other, and he’s not the least bit embarrassed to admit how much this one’s affecting him.

Chan has even started to lessen his schedules somehow, easily recognizing the stressed line in his boss’s face and the way Wonwoo has been keeping to himself these days. The boss rarely even acknowledges him the past few days, and this would usually be the time when Chan would call for you--if not for the fact that he’s aware of the whole… predicament.

Wonwoo’s currently in a private meeting now with the owner of Shin Enterprises while Chan goes through his email and see if there’s anything urgent he needs to follow up. There are a lot of things, obviously, but he knows Wonwoo’s mind is a little too preoccupied to actually review some of those proposals and it’d be better to hold them up for a bit until his boss is in a more normal state.

He quirks an eyebrow when his phone rings, and then frowns in confusion when he sees “YOON HOLDINGS – Boo Seungkwan” on his phone. What would Jeonghan’s secretary need from him? He’s pretty sure Wonwoo doesn’t have any project with that cousin of yours right now. Either way, he clears his throat and accepts the phone because he doesn’t have any reason not to, anyway.

The more Seungkwan talks, the more Chan finds himself tensing. He wouldn’t even be surprised if he misses 80% of what the older guy is saying, heart beating fast beyond normal that his fingers are gripping the phone held to his ear. His voice is a little strained too when he hangs up, and he needs to calm himself down and take a deep breath before he knocks the door of the meeting room and apologizes for the interruption.

Wonwoo looks at him in pure confusion, Chan never interrupts his private meeting, knowing full well that meetings with these people are hard to reschedule. But he sees the pure distress in the younger guy's eyes and Wonwoo excuses himself to follow his secretary out of the room. Some scenarios go through his mind, the worst one being Chan receiving a grief news from his family. What could possibly result in Chan reacting like this?

“What’s wrong?” he looks at the younger guy in worry, the most expressive Chan has seen of him this week.

He takes a deep breath before exhaling softly, unsure how to break the news to his boss except to rip off the band aid in one go.

“Seungkwan called, Sir.”

“Jeonghan’s secretary?” his frowns deeper, a sudden knot in his stomach twisting in the worst way possible.

“It’s been three days since they last saw Miss Yoon.” His voice is shaky, and he gulps before he continues. Wonwoo looks like he’s about to break down in front of him the more he relays what he’s heard from Seungkwan. “They’ve officially declared her missing this morning.”

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A/N: hehehhehehehehh <3 also for @hoe4wonwoo and @justasoftstan who have been asking for the Drama

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[imagines-mha]

Can we have an imagine where the Wild Wild Pussycats are given a diamond collar by their partner?

Mandalay ❤️

It was your 5th wedding anniversary, and after a time-flying day you were finally sat with your beautiful wife, ready to exchange gifts

You knew she’d like this. You just had a strange and wonderful feeling (pixiebob had practically screamed in joy when you pitched the idea to her), so you were more than ecstatic to give her her end of the gift

After the smaller simpler gifts, stalled by sops of wine and loving laughter, you handed her the silky wrapped up box, and internally exploded when her head tilted in adorable confusion

She softly opened it, careful to preseve the wrapping- and took her precious time with every inch of the lace, not knowing how much you were on the edge of your seat right now

You wanted to see every fraction of her face when she gazed inside

Her hands pulled off the small remaints of the paper and you saw her entire face light up in shock

She slowly took out the collar, turning it around in her hands a little before gazing back to you with an awestruck smile

“How on earth did you get this?” She asked you, mouth still open in surprise as she admired it more, her awe quickly forming into a smile

“I love it so much (y/n)...i really... you didn’t have to do this just for me...” she murmurred into your shoulder after you pulled her for a quick kiss and hug

“This is the best present i’ve ever got-“ she nodded, immediately replacing her old one and smiling just out of how grateful she was to have you right now

Pixiebob 💙

Holy god pLEASE get this kitty a diamond collar PLEASE. It’ll literally make her life complete- i’m convinced it’s all she wants

She lives in STYLE, so getting her something glamorous to match her look will be absolutely ideal for her, and she lets you know that it’s something she really does need

When you finally get her it, she’s sitting oblivious in the kitchen, sewing up one of her old dresses and biting her lip in order to focus as much as she possibly can do

You set the small box down in front of her, kissing her head and sauntering by as you watch her to open it from the corner of your eye

A quick “oooh what’s this?” Turned to a “HOLY SHIT YOU DID NOT” In about 8 seconds flat and you couldn’t help but giggle, catching the blonde in your arms after she pounced on you in gratitude

“It’s so beautiful are they really real?” She’d ask you, basically all over you at this point but not really taking personal space into much account or importance

She put it on quickly, and trust me when i saw she never takes it off til the day she dies. Trust me.

She’ll definitely flaunt it, and take pride in showing all of her friends and fans her beautiful collar her s/o gave her and she won’t shut up about it for months on end but she just wants everyone to know how amazing you are to her and how they should all be super jealous of her It’s endearing i swear

Ragdoll 💚

She has no idea you got her a diamond collar. She has no idea diamond collars are even a thing til she sees it to be honest but holy god THEYRE BEAUTIFUL

she’s cleaning the windows, skipping in her socks and humming a slight innocent tune to herself while she scampers around the place

She’s being adorable as usual, and you can’t help but realise how much she deserves this tiny token of a gift from you

She deserves a million diamond collars if they ever had to match her worth..

You don’t box it up- but instead opt for wrapping it around her neck when she’s not expecting it

You do so and she giggles, leaning back into you and closing her eyes obediently when you tell her to

After the signal to open she looks down, trying to see it on her neck from where she was, before giving up and letting you take a picture of it for her to avoid breaking her neck

She sees it and grabs your phone, mouth growing into a huge beam as she blushes quickly and pulls you in for a huge kiss

“WHAT THE HECK?! WHERE DID THAT COME FROM?!” She squealed, pulling you into many tiny kisses that branched off from the first

She’ll thank you by doing all she can snd will most definitely make it up to you in so many ways, hoping she can somehow repay that amazing surprise

Interpret that last bit as u wish brother lmao 😎

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[istheresomebodywhocanimagine]

Hey I saw your ships are open again. I wanted to ask I f you could make me one for Queen and the boharp cast? I am 5’0 black curly locks that go to my mid back, green eyes pale skin and I have lots of earrings and piercings in my ear. I love to play the guitar, singing, listening to music and watching tv shows and movies. I am quite the sassy person, also sarcastic at times but I am also a very good listener and I love to smile and just goof around. Well yeah that’s it I suppose.

Hello!!! Hi sorry this took so long but im HERE NOW gosh i had so many requests before this and i already knew who i wanted to ship you with from the moment I saw this ahhhh

Anyways here goes (it’s all below the cut hehe i dont wanna clog anyones dash)

For BoRhap, I 100% ship you with Joe Mazzello!

Joe is the perfect match for you, just because he can keep up with your wit and humor so well! He loves how sassy and sarcastic you are, and his energy fuels your sharp tongue and goofy sense of humor. 

He loves goofing off more than anything (see above gif), so he’s always trying to embarrass you in public, but you just end up outdoing him anyways.

“Hey, babe, look!” he’d yell almost tauntingly, daring you to look up at him from your phone as you tried to post your picture with Lucy. When you’d look up, he’d be break-dancing rather terribly to the music playing, Ben cheering him on and recording it while simultaneously trying to not die from laughter.

But you wouldn’t be embarrassed - in fact, you’d go in and show him up, stepping between him and Ben’s phone so that you were the main focus instead. He’d try to have a dance battle with you, but would quickly give up once he realized that you were a superior dancer/master at silliness.

Ben’s video would end with Joe picking you up, pretending to be mad and storming off with you as you squealed and laughed in his arms, begging Lucy or Ben, or really anyone to help you.

Speaking of helping, you love helping him catch up on TV shows and movies once he’s been away for a while. Filming takes up a lot of his life once he’s got a job, so he misses out on a lot of good movies and shows when he’s away, which prompted you to start keeping lists of everything he needs to watch once he returns from whatever he’s working on. 

He loves this. A lot. 

What else does he love? You in baseball caps. Whether or not you like baseball, Joe is a big baseball guy, so seeing you in a baseball cap, seated next to him in Yankee or Dodger Stadium? That’s heaven to him. 

He sneaks cute little pictures of you during the game, too. A lot of them. He won’t stop until you’re grinning and trying to take his phone, and even then, he’ll sneak a few more. 

They’re his favorite pictures of you - but he doesn’t post them on social media, preferring to keep them for himself. While Joe Mazzello is no stranger to social media, he feels oddly protective about his pictures of you. He instead saves them for himself, then looks back on them all the time when he’s been away from you for a while.

While we’re on the topic of being away for a while, Joe also has a tendency to ask you for videos of you singing/playing the guitar when he’s been away. Your favorite time was when he was working on BoRhap.

“Just one!” he’d begged, his voice pleading with you over the phone to send him a video of you playing a song, any song. He didn’t even care if it was Wonderwall, or some other overplayed song. “I just want to hear your voice, babe.”

“You are hearing my voice, right now,” you’d giggle, and Joe would groan melodramatically at your cheeky way of turning it around on him. “Alright, alright, give me a minute,” you’d finally assented, Joe cheering on the other side of the phone as you grinned, shaking your head.

Once you’d sent the video, it was a moment before you’d heard back from him, but he also sent a video in response. Clicking on it, you were immediately greeted with the loud sound of him practically yelling in excitement, his face taking up the screen as he situated the phone in his hand so it was easier to hold. 

“You’re a natural!” he’d yelled, and then he’d received a small flick on the ear from an unknown person, who turned out to be Ben once you’d heard his voice admonishing Joe for being so loud while they were filming.

The camera had then turned to Ben, who’d waved and blew a kiss once he realized he was being recorded. 

Joe quickly took the phone back, focusing it on his face again with a faux stern look. “Don’t catch that kiss, babe. Let it fly. Okay, wait, catch this one. I love you. Bye!” He’d then blown you a kiss himself, and the video cut off as you’d seen Ben’s hand come into the frame, grabbing the ‘kiss’ and laughing as Joe yelled in protest.

When it comes to looks, Joe is absolutely obsessed with you. The first time he’d went on a date with you, he’d accidentally admitted that he first noticed you because of your hair and eyes. 

“It was just so striking, I had to get to know you,” he’d said, almost blushing as he recalled the first time he’d met you. You were both at a mutual friend’s party in NYC, and he’d actually gone above and beyond to come talk to you - meaning he nearly tripped over a rug on his way over. 

But he thought you hadn’t noticed, so he wouldn’t tell you that, and you’d never admit that you actually had seen his stumble. You thought his clumsiness was endearing, and it’s the reason you’d entertained his attention in the first place.

“What do you mean by that?” you’d asked, hiding your pleased smile behind your glass of wine as you watched him over the rim. 

“I mean, look at you,” he chuckled, gesturing to you and smiling widely. His eyes, which were always so animated, looked positively enchanted as he looked over you for a second. “You’re beautiful, how could I not be blown away when I saw you? That curly black hair...“ he’d trailed off, dramatically clutching at his chest as he feigned breathlessness. 

That had provoked a delighted giggle out of you, and he’d grinned goofily as he also took a drink of his wine, chuckling at himself.

And that’s how you spend most of your time together. Laughing, because nothing is better for the two of you than the feeling of making each other laugh.

Plus, Joe is damn funny, and so are you. Win-win.

For Queen, I ship you with.... drumroll please.... crickets.... Brian May!

My reasoning? Well, Brian is a bit more reserved than you, and it took him a minute to warm up to you in the beginning. Your sense of humor was a bit more advanced than his was, and he could hardly keep up with your banter, which got him flustered.

“Brian, can you help us out here a bit? You’ve been tuning Red for a fucking hour now, I think it’s good,” Roger had complained, you and him struggling to figure something out on one of the amps in the studio since John had stepped out. 

Brian had shrugged, setting Red aside and joining you two in your pondering of what the hell was going wrong. Brian almost jumped when you spoke, it was so quiet between the three of you.

“She, Rog,” you’d chastised, giving Brian a knowing look. But Brian had no idea what the hell you were talking about, and he cocked his head to the side as he looked at you curiously. “It’s a she.”

“What’s a she?” Brian had asked, completely forgetting about what Roger had just said moments ago. “The amp?”

“No, silly, Red,” you’d laughed, making Brian blush lightly as he felt like an idiot once he remembered Red, sitting back on the couch. “I reckon Red is a she, just like boats are shes. I call my guitar a she. You’ve got to treat your women right, Rog.”

“Um, yeah,” Brian stuttered out, almost confused by what was taking place. He wasn’t quite on your level, but that was okay, because Roger wasn’t either.

“What are you on about?” Roger had asked, shaking his head and not really wanting an answer. 

But he got one anyways. 

“Oh, I guess you wouldn’t know about that, would you? Treating women with care?” you’d taunted. Brian snorted and covered his mouth as Roger had protested weakly, but from then on, Brian began to appreciate your quick comebacks and seemingly unending stream of jokes.

On the other hand, he really loves that you can sit back and listen to his rants when he needed to vent. Brian is an emotional type of man, but he’s not great at expressing his frustrations in the heat of the moment, which makes him even more frustrated with himself and leads to the bottling up of his feelings until his breaking point.

The night he’d realized he’d fancied you, he was at one of those breaking points. You were both hanging around the van, the other boys still fooling around at the pub after the gig. Brian had left early, annoyed by a spat with Roger earlier that hadn’t been resolved due to poor communication. You were already on the van, sleeping in the backseat up against the opposite window when he’d climbed in.

“Oh, sorry, love, did I wake you? Shit,” he’d muttered, sitting seat across the row of seats from you when you sat up halfway to rub your eyes, still drowsy and bleary with sleep. It was awkwardly cramped in the back, and his knees were almost up to his chest as he sat there, not sure how to position himself. You remained draped across the seat, your feet resting just next to his side

“No, no, it’s alright,” you’d murmured, stretching before looking over at him and finding that he looked a bit annoyed. “You alright?” you’d asked, turning on your side and patting the seat in front of you, offering a more comfortable spot for him.

He’d obliged, laying down in front of you and letting you be the big spoon as he sighed. “I’m just pissed off, Roger doesn’t understand what I’m trying to say half of the time...”

And from there, he’d ranted for at least an hour, barely pausing to hear your input before going on. You’d listened the entire time, nodding and playing with his hair as you did so. And when he’d run out of words to say, he finally noticed that you were braiding his hair, still attentively waiting for him to speak.

“I’m sorry if I bored you,” he’d almost cringed, biting his lip as he turned on his side so he was looking up at you. You laughed softly, readjusting so that you were comfortable laying on your side next to him, and you’d dropped the braid as you’d propped your head up on your hand.

“Well, you want to know what I think?” you’d asked, Brian nodding quickly and staring up at you as you started in with your advice for him.

The entire time you’d spoke, he’d been staring at different things, admiring you. 

He admired the way your green eyes flitted around the van as you spoke, as if you were looking for the right words to say, then plucking them out of the air in that small, cramped van and putting them to use.

Also, he admired the glint of the moonlight on your piercings. Although he wasn’t a big piercing man himself, he loved them on you. In that moment, he’d realized that they only added to your beauty, which was already very present.

He’d taken a small strand of your hair in his hand as you spoke, admiring the way your skin contrasted so greatly with your hair, and he also appreciated that he wasn’t the only person having to deal with curly hair. 

Once you were done speaking, he’d smiled toothily. “You know, for someone who’s always got something sarcastic on the tip of their tongue, you sure do give good advice.”

You’d smiled at that, and that smile was what had gotten him, hook, line, and sinker. 

“Hey, no making out in the van unless it’s me!” Roger had yelled suddenly, throwing open the door as he crawled in, making his way on top of you two, and you’d both laughed loudly as a drunk Roger shoved his way between the two of you, making Brian nearly fall to the floor.

What a shit.

[d-noona]

BARTERED BRIDE

SUMMARY: Kim Namjoon is a ruthless financier used to buying and selling stocks, shares and priceless artifacts. But now Namjoon has his eye on a very different acquisition – Y/N L/N. Left destitute by her father’s recent death, Y/N walks into Namjoon’s bank looking to extend her overdraft. As Y/N needs money and Namjoon needs a wife, he proposes the perfect deal: he’ll rescue her financially if she agrees to marry him. But in this marriage of convenience can Y/N ever be anything more than just a bartered bride?

WORDS: 1928

Kim Namjoon x Reader

M.List | Ch. 02

CHAPTER 01 - THE ACQUISITION

Expecting him to be a middle-aged toad, Y/N was surprised when the man who rose from behind the large orderly desk was a tall, dark, middle twenties, very handsome, with dimples on top. Man was he handsome.

“Miss L/N, please sit down.” He gestured to the chair on the outer side of the desk and waited until she was settle before resuming his own sit. She knew nothing about him, except that his name was Kim Namjoon and he occupied a large office on the highest floor of a prestigious office block in the City. This area of Seoul was one of the world’s great markets. Judging by his discreetly luxurious surroundings, this man was one of the market’s moguls. To Y/N, until very recently, money has been something she spent with careless extravagance on clothes for herself, presents for others and anything else she wanted. Now the supply she had dried up. That was why she was here in the formidable presence of this well-built, 5’11 tall, whose physique didn’t match her mental image of a top-level financier. All she knew about him was that Mr. L/N, her late father’s lawyer, had said that Kim Namjoon wished to see her and -might be able to help her and her mother out of their predicament.

Predicament being the understatement of the year, Y/N thought wryly, leaning back in the comfortable leather chair and automatically crossing her legs, remembering a moment too late that this was a no-no in the books of advice on how to impress interviewers. The movement caused Mr. Kim to shift the focus of his cold brown gaze from her face to her shapely knees and then to her ankles. Y/N accustomed to men admiring her legs furtively or openly according to temperament. Kim Namjoon belonged to the latter group, but whether his frank appraisal was appreciative, critical of indifferent it was impossible to tell. He had the most deadpan expression she had ever come across. It made her nervous.

And Y/N wasn’t used to being nervous. She didn’t like it. The appraisal didn’t last long, perhaps not more than three seconds. Leaning forward, his forearms resting on the edge of his desk and his long-fingered hands loosely clasped, he returned his gaze to her face. “You’re in trouble I hear.”

Lacking any regional of social accent, his voice gave no clue to his background. Self-assured and brisk, it was a voice she could imagine giving decisive orders people would jump to obey. Had she met him in surroundings not indicative of his occupation, and had been asked to guess it, she would have assumed that he held a senior rank in one of the special units of crack fighting men called to the world’s trouble spots when drastic action was the only solution. He had an air of contained physical power. A man of action rather than a desk-bound number-cruncher. “Yes,” she agreed, “we are. Since my father’s death, my mother and I have discovered that instead of being comfortably off were extremely hard up – virtually penniless.”

“Not penniless,” he said dryly. “The watch you’re wearing would pay the grocery bills of an average family for several months.” She looked down at her Cartier watch her parents had given her for her eighteenth birthday “I won’t be wearing this much longer, but I don’t mind that. I can cope with the change in our circumstances. It’s my mother I’m worried about. She’s not young. She’s never worked. She –“ He interrupted her. “Nor have you, I understand. The press described you as a playgirl”

“The press put labels on everyone…not always accurate. It’s true I’ve never had a job. There was no point. My father was rich…so we thought. I wasn’t brainy enough to train for one of the professions. I don’t have any special bent. The most useful thing I could do was to help keep other people employed, not take a routine job someone else needed” as Y/N attempts to explain her situation. “You do not have to explain your butterfly existence to me Miss L/N. but without any work-experience, you’re not going to find it easy to start supporting yourself, particularly not at the level you’re accustomed to.”

“Presumably you didn’t ask me here to tell what I already know,” she replied, with a flash of irritation. There was something about his manner that put her back up.  He hadn’t smiled when he greeted her. Beyond standing up when she was shown in by his secretary, he hadn’t done anything to put her at ease. “Why did you send for me?” she asked quirking at eyebrow at the man.

Rising, he picked up a file lying on top of his desk. He walked round to hand it to her.  “Have a look through that.” He strolled away to a window looking out on a vista of rooftops. He stood with his hands behind him, the right hand clasping the left wrist. The file held plastic pockets containing illustrations taken from magazines and the glossier kind of catalogue. Mostly they showed pieces of sculpture, paintings and other objets d’art. There were also several photograps of horses, an aerial view of an island off Scottland and a picture of a small French Chateau. Half turning from the window, he said “Theyre all things that caught my eye over the last few years.  Some of them are mine now I’m in the fortunate position of being able to indulge my acquisitive impulses…as I expected you did before your father died.”

Shaking her head “Not on this scale,” said Y/N. She couldn’t see where the conversation was heading, as she glanced at him, Kim Namjoon returned to his desk, resting one long hard thigh along the edge of its polished surface and folding his arms across his chest. “There’s one picture in there that you’ll recognize. Carry on looking.”

Intrigued, she obeyed, turning the pages more rapidly than before. Suddenly, with indrawn breath of surprise and puzzlement, she stopped. She hadn’t expected to see a photograph of herself. It had been taken at a party of socialites. She was wearing a figure hugging dress of black crushed velvet and showing a lot of sun-tanned cleavage, having recently returned from a winter holiday in the Caribbean. “What am I doing here?” she demanded, baffled. “You, I hope, are going to be my next major acquisition, Ms. L/N” For the first time a hint of amusement showed in the hard steely-brown eyes and flickered at the corners of his wide, chiseled mouth.

Inconsequently, it struck her that his mouth was at variance with the rest of his features. It was the mouth of a sensualist in the face of a man who otherwise gave the impression of being self-disciplined. But it was the meaning of his extraordinary statement, rather than the contradiction between his mouth and his eyes that preoccupied her at the moment. “What do you mean?” she said warily.

“I need a wife. You need financial support. Do you understand the word fortuitous?” says Namjoon. “Of course I do,” she retorted, her long lashed – brown eyes sparkling with annoyance at the implied aspersion of her intelligence. It was true she had been considered a dunce by most of her teachers and had never done well in examinations, but that was because she hadn’t been interested in the things they wanted her to learn…grammar, maths, physics and incredibly tedious bits of history, all of them taught in a way guaranteed to send the normal teenagers – particularly the sort of restless, hyperactive teenager she had been…into well…boredom. She said, “It means happening by chance…especially by a lucky chance. But I can’t see anything luck about my father dying of massive coronary in his middle fifties, with his business on the rocks and his wife destitute,” she added coolly. Matching her coldness, he said “In my experience, most people make their own luck. Your father’s lifestyle wasn’t conductive to a long healthy life. As a business man, he took too many risks for a man with responsibilities.”

“Did you have dealings with him?” she asked. She knew nothing about her father’s business life. Since her late teens he had spent little time with his family. It was years since he and her mother had shared a bedroom. Y/N knew there had been other women. “Not directly. But after seeing that picture, I made a point of finding out more about you. I was on the point of making a contract when your father died and I put the matter on hold. In the light of subsequent events, I’ve adapted my original plan to deal with things more expeditiously. If my information is correct, you have no relationships with men in train at the present time?”

“How did you find that out?” she said baffled. He said coolly, “I had you investigated…a reasonable precaution in the circumstances. Marriage is a very important contract. When people are buying a house, they have searches made by surveyors and lawyers. I had you checked out, very discreetly, by a private detective. You may want to run a similar check on me. For the time being my secretary has prepared a file which will give you most information you need.”

Retrieving the file she was holding, he placed another slimmer folder on the edge of the desk in front of her. “I can’t believe I’m even hearing this, I thought this was a merchant bank…not marriage bureau.” Y/N’s eyes were both perplexed and angry. He didn’t look like a crazy person. In his expensive suit and diagonally striped tie, perhaps the emblem of one of those old boys’ networks which still wielded so much influence, he looked eminently sane and sensible. But he must be out of his head to believe he could buy a wife as casually and easily as everything else in the file he was putting away in a drawer. “It’s a bank and I am its chairman,” he said calmly. Y/N cocked her head to the side “You wouldn’t be much longer if your shareholders heard what you’re suggesting. They’d think you were out of your mind. You can’t buy a wife.”

“It isn’t the usual method of acquiring one,” he agreed, going back to his chair. “But these are unusual circumstances. I have neither the time nor inclination to follow traditional course. You are in urgent need of someone to straighten out the financial shambles you find yourself in. if you agree to marry me, your mother won’t have to move and you won’t have to worry about her future. I’ll take care of that. Think it over, Y/N. when you’ve had time to assess it. I think you’ll agree it’s an eminently sensible plan.” For some reason his use of her first name detonated the anger which had been building inside her. It was rare for Y/N to lose control of her temper. But she did now. Jumping up, she said fiercely “I don’t need to think it over. Nor would any sane person. I’m furious you’ve made me come here, thinking I’d hear something useful! This trip to Seoul has been a complete waste of time. I’ve damned good mind to write to you board of directors and tell them they’ve got a nutcase in control.” Without waiting for his reaction, she marched to the big double doors of solid mahogany and yanked one of them open. Glowering at the startled secretary at his desk in the outer sanctum, she slammed in resoundingly behind her and returned to the private lift which brought her up to this rarefied level of the building.

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