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Steve Harrington ~ The Feelings are Mutual

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Pairing: Steve Harrington x Wheeler Fem!Reader

Word Count: 7.1k

Warnings: S3 SPOILERS. Mentions of blood and violence. Language.

a/n: This was a very long request by @lollipopz .Don't worry. This is only part one lol. Again, I went a little crazy with the word count, so please don't mind that. Anyway, I hope I did this request justice and can't wait to write part two. So, my next post will be *insert dramatic pause* an Eddie Munson smut! I'm sure you are all going to be looking forward to that one lol. Because I've been writing much longer one shots, it has been taking me a little longer to get through the requests. So, I apologize for that. Just hang in there! I'm working as fast as I can lol. As always, thank you for the support, and I hope you all enjoy this one!

The screams emanating from Robin, Dustin, Erica, and yourself bounced off the walls of what you are now learning is actually an elevator and not a room. You were plummeting toward God knows what at God knows what speed. Of course, none of you knew what you were getting into when you decided to enter the room, but you definitely didn’t think you’d be falling to your death.

You looked around at the group. Robin was backed up against the metal shelves, clutching to whatever she could get her hands on. Erica was doing her best to steady herself on the table in the center of the room. Dustin was pressed up against the wall, screeching. And you and Steve were standing next to one another, holding onto the other table that was perched in the center of the room. Your hand subconsciously found Steve’s, and you grabbed ahold of him like your life depended on it.

“We’re going down! We’re going down!” Steve shouted.

Robin turned to face him and yelled, “Yeah, no shit, Harrington!”

The sound of the elevator falling was like something out of a movie. Metal grinding against metal creating a high-pitched squeal. Your ears felt like they were about to bleed from how loud it was. But you didn’t care about that. All you cared about was not getting crushed when the elevator inevitably finished its rapid descent. Your breathing was uneven, and your anxiety started to get the best of you.

“Somebody do something, damn it!” You screamed, looking at everyone in the room.

Dustin started smacking the buttons on the wall.

“Why don’t these buttons work!?” He finally yelled when nothing worked.

You just shook your head and started to groan.

“I knew I shouldn’t have gotten a job at the damn mall. I just knew it. You looked at Steve’s panic-ridden face. “But I let you talk me into it, Steve, and now look where we are. Hurtling straight to hell!”

Steve opened his mouth to retort, but before he got the chance, the elevator came to a violent halt, sending you and Steve to the floor. Your body was half on Steve’s as he was folded up between the table and the wall. He let out a pained moan.

“My groin,” he said, his voice strained, “You’re on my groin.”

You peeled yourself off Steve’s body and gave an embarrassed smile.

“Sorry.”

His breaths were coming out in short puffs as he stood up. You leaned against the wall trying to regain some of your composure as Steve shoved Dustin out of the way and started smacking the buttons.

“Steve,” Robin began, throwing her hands in the air, “I think we’ve clearly established that those buttons don’t work.”

Steve whipped his head around to look at her. The cool, calm, and collected Steve you were so used to seeing was gone. In his place was a frantic and manic Steve, who was desperate to get out of the small room. His eyes were wide, and he heaved out a sigh.

“They’re buttons. They have to do something.”

You rolled your eyes and moved closer to look at the box the buttons were in. After a quick analysis, you realized what the problem was.

“They won’t work,” you said.

Steve’s mouth opened and closed several times before he babbled out, “What do you mean they won’t work?”

You moved across the tiny space and pointed to a smaller box next to where the buttons were.

“We need a keycard. Without the keycard, the buttons won’t work, which means-”

“We’re stuck in here,” Dustin finished for you, and you nodded.

“Exactly.”

Everyone let out a collective sigh of defeat. This was definitely not how any of you expected to spend your evening.

“Just so you nerds are aware,” Erica said, eyeing each of you, “I’m supposed to be spending the night at Tina’s, and Tina always covers for me. But if I’m not home for Uncle Jack’s party tomorrow and my mom finds out you four are responsible, she’s gonna hunt you down, one-by-one, and slit your throat.”

You and Robin exchanged confused looks before Steve snapped.

“I don’t care about Tina!” He shouted. “Or Uncle Jack’s party! Your mom’s not gonna be able to find us if we’re dead in a Russian elevator!”

“Steve.” You said sternly, earning a dumb look from him. You shook your head at him before turning back to the rest of the group.

“Let’s just…relax, okay? We’re clearly not getting out of here anytime soon, so just sit down and…wait.”

You knew that wasn’t what anyone wanted to hear, but it was all you could do. There were no other options for you all. Everyone found a place to sit on the floor, and before you knew it, they were all asleep except you and Steve. You were playing with the fabric on your Scoops Ahoy uniform when Steve got up from his spot as quietly as he could and moved to sit next to you. Neither of you looked at each other, but you were very aware of his presence.

You could recall the exact moment you started to fall for Steve. It was in elementary school. One day, you were sitting at the lunch table empty-handed. You had forgotten to grab your lunch from the kitchen before ushering your sister Nancy and your brother Mike out the door to the bus. Steve took a seat in front of you, and without even asking a question, he started halfling his food with you. You were confused before he nodded toward the food and started talking to you like it was totally normal for him to have done what he did. It was that day in the lunchroom when you knew you were going to be madly in love with that boy. And you weren’t wrong because as the years went by, your feelings for him only grew.

He started to spend more time with you, and soon he was hanging around your house with your brother and his friends. You wouldn’t lie; for a while there, he was a bit of dick. He didn’t have the best choice in friends, and you hated that he pretended to be someone he wasn’t when he was around them. But when everyone discovered the Upside Down, and it came time to fight the Demogorgon, Steve was right there next to you, Nancy, Mike, and the rest of the crew.

By the time you two finally graduated high school, he was a totally different person. He knew about the scary alternate dimension hidden beneath Hawkins, and he also started to embrace his role as a babysitter. You two spent most of your time together at this point, so he begged you to work at Scoops Ahoy with him. He told you that he wouldn’t be able to handle the summer if you weren’t right there suffering with him. You were hesitant, but in the end, you agreed because you never wanted to be away from him anyway. But that decision had proved to be the wrong one as you sat stuck in a secret Russian elevator underneath the Starcourt Mall.

“I never thought I’d ever be stuck in an underground Russian elevator,” you said, peeking up at Steve.

He chuckled softly.

��Yeah, me either.”

The silence fell back over you for a moment before you stopped messing with your uniform and actually looked at Steve.

“Steve, you put on a good front for the kids and Robin, but do you actually have a plan when this door finally opens?”

“No,” he said, shaking his head, “not at all.”

You let out a little laugh.

“Great,” you said, dropping your gaze down to your lap, “that’s very reassuring.”

Steve’s hand found yours, and your eyes snapped up to meet his. They were more serious than you had ever seen them.

“I may not know what we’re gonna do when that door opens, but I’ll take care of you, Y/N. I’ll make sure nothing happens to you.”

Your heart jumped in your chest, a reaction you had grown accustomed to when Steve was around, and you nodded.

“I know you will.”

He didn’t let go of your hand as you leaned your head back and shut your eyes. Even in a secret elevator, Steve somehow knew exactly how to make you feel safe. Before you knew it, you were dozing off, and sleep was taking you under its spell.

When you woke up, Steve was no longer next to you, and only Erica and Robin were in the room with you. The feeling of panic started to tighten your chest as you looked around the room franticly. You jumped to your feet, and when Robin saw your nervous face, she pointed upward. You noticed a grate that was open and relaxed. Robin continued pressing the buttons, and you made your way over to her side.

“Any luck?”

Robin shook her head.

“Nope. They’re still not working.”

You just slumped against the wall and watched Erica mess with the green liquid that was hidden in the cardboard boxes.

“So,” Robin said, earning your attention again, “you and Steve?”

“What about us?”

She wasn’t looking at you. Instead, she busied her hands with the buttons as if some sort of miracle was going to occur, and they would suddenly work.

“You’re pretty close,” she said quietly.

“Yeah,” you began, your eyebrows furrowing, “I’ve known him for a really long time.”

“Hm,” she hummed, causing your back to straighten.

“What?”

Robin shook her head, her wispy hair dancing around her cheeks.

“Nothing. I just heard you two talking last night.”

The butterflies from the night before made their return as you remembered him telling you he’d protect you. Heat started to crawl up your neck, but you did your best to seem composed.

“And?” You asked, crossing your arms.

Robin suddenly stopped messing with the buttons and turned to face you. Her face was accusatory, and you knew she was onto you, but you didn’t want to admit it.

“It’s pretty obvious you two are like madly in love.”

“What?” You said, the word coming out like a squeak, “No, no, we’re not.”

Before Robin could even say anything, Erica slammed the green liquid down, and you both turned in her direction.

“No? I’ll take care of you, Y/N,” she said, her voice going up an octave as she did a terrible impersonation of Steve. “I’ll protect you with my big poofy hair. And then you’re over there like, ‘I know you will, Steve, my knight in shining armor.’ Y/N,” she placed her hands on her hips, “everyone and their mama can tell you two are in love. It’s sick.”

Your jaw was practically at your ankles as you stared at the sassy little girl.

“He didn’t – I didn’t – we were just…that’s not how it is.”

Erica rolled her eyes at you just as Steve jumped back into the room. He looked between you, Robin, and Erica.

“What are you guys talking about?”

Erica let out a dry laugh.

“How you and Y/N are-”

“Erica, wait, shush,” Robin said, pressing her ear against the door. Her eyes grew big, and she looked back.

“We have company.”

Steve didn’t even think twice before pointing to the open grate.

“We can hide up there. Come on, I’ll help you all up.”

You and Steve lifted Erica up first, passing her to Dustin. Then you both boosted Robin up until she could pull herself through the grate. Once they were both up, you grabbed onto Steve’s shoulders to use his hands as a step. But before you could get the chance, the door started to open.

“Oh, fuck,” you whispered, then looked up at the three faces staring at you and Steve.

“Shut the grate,” you said. “When we leave, go get help.”

Robin didn’t argue and shut the grate just as the door opened, exposing two Russian soldiers on a tiny vehicle. They pulled their guns and started shouting at you and Steve in Russian. You both put your hands up before they walked in and grabbed you. They clearly weren’t very fond of intruders. They zip-tied your hands together, tossed you and Steve into the back of the vehicle, and started driving down a long corridor. It felt like hours had passed before the silver tunnels turned into an open room. Hundreds of soldiers bustled around. You took it all in, your jaw dropping in disbelief. There wasn’t just a secret Russian tunnel. There was a whole base under the mall.

The soldiers opened the door and yanked you and Steve out and walked you into an office. Sitting behind a large wooden desk was a man who looked like much higher authority than the two men shaking you and Steve around. Neither of you could understand a thing they were saying as you watched the three men. Their hands were waving around, and here and there, they would point at you and Steve. You looked over to Steve, and he just gave you a small nod and mouthed, “It’s okay.” But it was far from okay. Because when the officer gave the two soldiers their final order, they nodded, exited the room with you and Steve, then started dragging you two in separate directions.

Your heart fell to your feet, and you started to panic.

“Steve!” You shouted as you tried to pry yourself from the soldier’s grip. “Steve!”

You watched Steve start to flail before another soldier grabbed ahold of one of Steve’s arms.

“Hey!” He yelled, still fighting against the soldier’s hold on him, “Where are you taking her? Don’t you hurt her!”

With each step the soldier took, Steve got farther and farther away, but you could hear him shout, “Don’t you dare hurt her, or I swear to God, I’ll kick all of your asses!” Before he was dragged around a corner.

You let out a final “Steve!” before you were thrown into a room. You scrambled to your feet and immediately started taking in your new surroundings. It was a small room with nothing in it but a tiny bench against the farthest wall. You ran up to the door and started banging against it.

“Hey, you stupid bastards! Let me out of here!”

No one opened the door, so you started kicking it.

“Let. Me. Out!” You said with each swing of your leg.

You pulled your leg back again, but before you could kick the door, it swung open, and you stumbled backward. It was the officer from before, and he was accompanied by the lackey who had dragged you into the room. Fear was bubbling in your gut, but you squared your shoulders nonetheless.

“What do you want with us? I swear we’re not a threat. We won’t say anything to anyone if you just let us go.” You were babbling, but you couldn’t help it. You clasped your hands together.

“I’m begging you, please-”

The sharp sting of the officer’s hand connecting with your face stopped you from finishing your sentence.

“Shut up, cyka,” the officer spit. “You will only speak when I ask you to, understand?”

Your cheek burned, and you knew your jaw was going to be sore for a few weeks. Although you were scared, anger started to build up inside of you. The officer took a step toward you, but you didn’t step back that time.

“Who do you work for?”

You looked directly into his eyes and said, “Go to hell.”

The officer reared his arm back and slapped you across the face with more force than before. You let out a little yelp and stumbled back a little.

“Answer the question!” The officer shouted, spittle spraying from his mouth.

“What does it look like!?” You yelled back, motioning to your uniform, “I work for Scoops!”

He slapped you again sending you to the floor with a thud.

“Stop lying to me. Who do you work for?”

Your teeth were gritted, and your vision was starting to blur just slightly.

“I already told you. I work for Scoops. I don’t wear this stupid uniform because I like it.”

The officer pinched the bridge of his nose and started to groan. You let out a huff before pulling yourself back to your feet.

“Listen,” you began, “this is just a huge misunderstanding. I promise you we won’t say anything to anyone.”

The officer didn’t say anything, so you went on.

“Do you want money? Because I’ll find some for you, okay? Just name your price.”

The officer’s groan got louder before he swung his arm, slapping you again. You went flying to the floor again when suddenly a salty metallic taste filled your mouth. You wiped your lip with the back of your hand and noticed a smear of blood streak your skin. Your vision was blurry, and you felt like someone was pounding your head with a hammer. This was the worst pain you had ever experienced, and you wanted to cry, but you weren’t going to give the officer the satisfaction of seeing you break.

The officer started talking in Russian again before you felt two hands yanking you off the ground. The same soldier from before was dragging you out of the room you were in and taking you toward another. You started kicking your legs, but with your vision so impaired, your aim wasn’t the best.

“Get your hands off me, you bastard!” You said, still kicking. “I swear when we get out of here, you’re all dead! You’re all-”

You didn’t finish your statement because, at that moment, the soldier walked you into another room where a bloody and bludgeoned Steve was sitting. One of his eyes was swollen shut, and he looked like he was barely breathing. You could feel your whole body go cold at the sight of him unconscious.

“Oh my God,” you whispered. “What did you do to him!?”

The soldier didn’t answer you. Instead, he threw you into the chair that was backed up against Steve’s.

“Steve!? Can you hear me? Steve?”

You tried to turn and face him, but one of the soldiers held you down while the other started to tie you and Steve up.

“What are you – don’t fucking touch us!” You shouted as you tried to break free from the restraints.

The officer from before entered the room and circled you and Steve once before bending down to be face to face with you. An evil grin spread across his lips.

“Don’t worry, cyka. We’ll bring you two our best doctor to bandage you up.”

Your face scrunched up for a second before you spit your bloody saliva right into his face.

“Go fuck yourself.”

The grin had disappeared and was replaced with a snarl.

“You’re going to regret that,” the officer said before exiting with the two soldiers in tow.

When you and Steve were finally alone, the terror that had been steadily building inside of you finally flooded over. A tiny sob fell from your lips as you tried to wiggle out of the ties that were holding you and Steve down. You sniffled and slumped back against the chair.

“Steve? Can you hear me?”

“Hm?” He hummed in response.

Even that little sound sent a wave of relief over you.

“Oh my God, Steve!” You said, trying to turn your head and see him. “Are you alright?”

He groaned.

“Just peachy. I love getting tortured by Communist Russians.”

“I see your sense of humor is still intact,” you said.

It was quiet for a beat as you looked around. After a few minutes, you dipped your head and started to laugh quietly. Your shoulders shook against Steve’s back, and he sighed.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. It’s okay. I’m fine. Don’t cry, okay?”

Finally, you lifted your head and let out an audible laugh. Tears were collecting in your eyes, but you still couldn’t help but laugh at the situation.

“Are you laughing?” Steve asked, and you could hear the incredulity lacing his every word.

“Yeah,” you said between breaths, “I am.”

“Why are you laughing?”

“Because,” you exhaled, “I’m going to die in a secret Russian base under the Starcourt Mall tied up to Steve Harrington.”

“We’re not gonna die,” Steve said, matter of fact. “We’re gonna get out of here, okay? You just gotta let me think for a second.”

You didn’t say anything. Instead, you leaned your head back against Steve’s and shut your eyes. Even after being thrown around and tortured, his hair still felt like a pillow against your head. Your back was pressed against his, and the tears started to come back. This could very well be the last time you get this close to Steve. This could be your final moments, and he doesn’t even know how you feel about him. But you didn’t get the chance to tell him before the door to the room flew open again.

You opened your eyes to see the officer, two soldiers, and a man in a white coat enter. The man in the coat went straight for the counter and pulled out a needle gun and a vile filled with blue liquid. He didn’t waste any time before approaching Steve.

“Wait a second. Wait. What is that thing?”

Steve started to squirm against the restraints, and the anxiety from before started to bubble up again.

“What’s going on?” You asked, turning your head in an attempt to see Steve. “What are you doing?”

Then suddenly, Steve stopped moving, and a loud scream ripped out of him, echoing against the bare walls. Your breathing was erratic when the officer bent down in front of you. That same evil glint in his eye from before was present.

“Don’t worry, cyka. You’re next.”

“What?”

But the officer didn’t have to answer you because you were also being stabbed by a needle and screaming in pain.

The Russians stepped back and watched as you and Steve sat there. You were sure they injected you with some sort of poison. Something that would make your death long and painful so that they could use you and Steve as an example if anyone else ever found themselves in their base. So, you waited. But minutes passed, and it wasn’t a painful writhing death that you started to feel. Instead, you started to get giggly. You looked at the soldiers, and for some reason, just them standing there was the funniest thing you had ever seen. Tiny giggles forced their way out of you until you were full-on cackling. Steve’s boisterous laugh mixed with yours, which only made you giggle even more.

“Steve?”

“Yes, Y/N.”

You snorted a little at what you were thinking.

“I think they drugged us.”

“Yeah,” Steve said with a chuckle, “there’s definitely something wrong.”

You both started laughing again when a loud raucous came from outside the door. The officer and soldiers started talking in Russian again before exiting the room. The loud clamor didn’t stop even after they left, and you and Steve started to roar with laughter.

“Uh-oh,” Steve shouted, “it’s the FBI!”

You stomped your feet, and your stomach started to ache from laughing. You turned toward the man who injected you with the liquid and said, “Better open up, Doc!”

Steve started to chortle at your comment before the door swung open. Dustin, Erica, and Robin ran in, and Dustin went straight to the man, zapping him in the chest with a taser stick.

“Hey! Henderson!” Steve said.

Dustin didn’t acknowledge Steve. Instead, he, Robin, and Erica started working on untying you and Steve.

“Stop talking. Just get ready to run,” Dustin said as the restraints started to loosen.

You tilted your head to the side.

“What?”

“Run!”

You and Steve followed behind the three of them until you reached a little cargo vehicle. Dustin jumped behind the wheel, Erica got in next to him, and Robin shoved you and Steve in the back before getting in behind you.

Dustin slammed the gas pedal, and you all started rolling around. You and Steve were laughing the entire time, even as Dustin continued to toss you around. Robin smacked the metal lattice separating you from the front.

“Hey, dingus! Can you drive a little better? We’re getting tossed around like a salad back here.”

“Yeah,” you said through your giggles, “my grandmother drives better than you.”

Steve threw his head back and guffawed as if that line was the funniest thing he had ever heard.

“That’s a good one,” he said to you before turning toward Dustin and saying, “Yeah, Henderson, her grandmother is a better driver!”

You and Steve leaned into each other, laughing uncontrollably when the vehicle slammed into something. You, Robin, and Steve smacked into the side of the vehicle and started groaning before the door opened. Robin got out first, then helped drag you and Steve out. Dustin ushered you all back into the elevator before using the keycard he stole to shut the door and send the elevator into its ascension. You could barely stay up on your feet which made you laugh even more than before. Steve was jumping around the room, pretending the elevator was a rollercoaster. You joined in his hooting and hollering through your laughter. You grabbed ahold of Steve’s arm, and he turned to you.

“This is fun! Let’s ride this one again when it’s over!”

The smile that was already spread across Steve’s face grew as he shouted “Yes,” at the same time, Dustin, Erica, and Robin shouted “No.” It wasn’t long before the shaking stopped, and the door opened to the loading area of the mall. Robin corralled you and Steve out of the room to follow Dustin and Erica. But as you walked toward the gate to exit toward the parking lot, two guards rounded the corner and saw you all.

“Shit,” Dustin said under his breath. “Run. Run!”

Robin shoved you and Steve in the opposite direction, and suddenly your and his giggles were back in full force. You all ran through a side door and let Dustin guide you through the series of hallways. Your and Steve’s laughter echoed against the empty halls. You could hardly breathe from running and laughing, so you started to lag behind. But Steve quickly took your hand in his and practically dragged you the rest of the way.

Dustin came to an abrupt stop at a door, opened it just slightly, and when he deemed the coast was clear, he walked through. You didn’t have time to realize where you were until Dustin threw open another set of doors and revealed Back to the Future on a screen. Dustin led you all down to the front before Robin pushed you and Steve into two seats.

“You two, sit. And don’t move,” Dustin said, his voice sharp.

Steve threw his hands up and motioned toward the screen.

“But these seats suck, man. We’ve gotta try and find a better spot.”

“Yeah,” you concurred, “and what if I have to pee?”

Dustin heaved a sigh and shut his eyes briefly before saying, “Don’t. Move,” pointing his finger at you both with each word.

You watched the three of them walk to the end of the row and take a seat before turning your attention back to the movie. With the amount of drugs coursing through your system, nothing that was happening on screen was making any sense to you. So, you scooted a little closer to Steve and rested your head on his shoulder, shutting your eyes. He leaned his head onto yours, his hair brushing against your forehead in the process. Then, you felt his hand graze against yours on the armrest. Even when you weren’t sober, the touch sent shivers rushing down your spine. His fingers crawled over your hand, and with each drag, your heart beat just a little faster. You kept your eyes closed, but you were very aware of everything he was doing. He took his time, creeping his hand under yours until you and his were intertwined. This wasn’t the first time you held hands with Steve, but for some reason, sitting in the Starcourt movie theater, high on some random Russian drug, it felt more intimate than before.

You stayed like that for a while, listening to Marty and Doc bicker on screen until Steve’s head turned, and his lips brushed against your ear.

“Do you want to go get something to eat from the food court?”

You sat upright and looked at Steve, the shadows of the movie playing on his bruised face. A smile pulled at your lips, and you whispered, “Yes,” before you and Steve stood up and snuck out of the theater.

Once you were in the lobby, neither of you could control the bout of giggles that was fighting to get out while you were walking up the stairs. Your hand was still firmly in Steve’s, and you leaned into Steve and let out a loud laugh. Steve was giggling like a little girl, but when he threw his head back, he stopped moving. You looked at him, eyes still glazed over from the drugs.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, bringing your other hand up to hold onto his arm.

But Steve didn’t say anything, so you looked up too. Your mouth fell open as you stared at the lights that were dangling from the ceiling. It was like nothing you had ever seen before. They were twinkling and incandescent. It was like someone had plucked all the brightest stars and hung them from the ceiling. You were almost positive they didn’t look like that on a day-to-day basis. You knew it was probably the drugs, but you didn’t care. It was beautiful.

“Woah,” you breathed out.

Steve nodded.

“Yeah.”

You weren’t sure how long you stayed that way, watching the lights dance over the top of you. But you didn’t move until the lights started to swirl into one another, creating a mirage. Suddenly, the ground felt like it was moving, and the whole room started to spin faster and faster. You swallowed the bile that was creeping up your throat, but then nausea hit you like a punch to the gut. You let go of Steve and brought one hand to your mouth and the other to your stomach.

“Steve,” you gagged, “I-I think I’m gonna be sick.”

You didn’t wait to hear what he had to say. Instead, you ran into the nearest bathroom and into the first stall. You fell to your knees just before your stomach started to rid itself of everything you had eaten that day. It was only moments after you started to vomit that you heard someone in the stall next to you also vomiting. When you had completely emptied your stomach, you wiped your mouth, flushed the toilet, and leaned against the wall. Your head was still pounding, and you were shivering a little from getting sick. You could feel sweat beading on your forehead and trailing down your back. You were sure you looked and now smelled like a dump, but that was the least of your worries as you listened to Steve heaving in the stall next to you. It felt like forever before he stopped, and the toilet flushed, sending the bathroom into total silence. Minutes passed before you finally decided to say anything.

“Are you still alive in there?”

“Yeah,” Steve mumbled, “I’m still alive.”

You leaned your head back against the wall again and let out a dry laugh.

“Hey, I don’t feel like the room is spinning anymore. What about you?”

A beat of silence passed.

“Holy shit,” Steve finally said. “It’s not spinning. You think we puked it all up?”

You sat upright again and looked at the red stall.

“I don’t know. Ask me something.”

You could hear Steve shuffle around.

“Okay, um,” he paused, “where is the weirdest place you, uh, have gone to the bathroom?”

“In a secret underground Russian base,” you said without hesitation.

“What?”

“When they took me to that room alone. I may have peed my pants.”

Steve’s low chuckle bounced off the bathroom walls.

“Oh, my God.”

You started to fall into a fit of giggles as you dropped your head into your hands.

“It was only a little, though. Just a tiny bit.”

“Yeah,” Steve said through his laughter, “it’s definitely still in your system.”

The two of you shared a chuckle, but once your breathing was back to normal, you shook your head.

“Okay, okay, it’s my turn.”

“Alright. Hit me.”

You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth for a brief second before asking, “Have you ever been in love?”

The question came out before you could stop yourself, and you immediately regretted it. The silence from before fell over the room. The only sound was your quiet breathing. You wanted to slap yourself for asking such a personal question. Sure, you two were friends, but your love lives were something that neither of you really discussed. You dropped your head for a second, waiting for Steve to reply, but he didn’t.

“Steve?” You asked, worry thick in your voice. “Did you just die on me?”

You could hear him blow a rush of air through his nose.

“No, no. I’m still breathing.”

You started fidgeting with your uniform.

“Well? Have you ever been in love?”

“Yeah,” Steve said, “I have.”

It went quiet before he added, “I am.”

Your head shot up at his last statement.

“Oh. You are?”

A dull ache found a home in your chest as you waited for him to go on.

“Yeah,” he began, “she’s, uh, she’s pretty great. This girl she’s beautiful and funny. She’s so smart, like way smarter than me, and I’ve known her a really long time. But I’ve never said anything to her.”

Your mind was racing as you tried to think of all the girls you and Steve went to school with. You thought of which girls he spent most of his time with and the ones he flirted with, but you couldn’t focus. Your heart felt like it was breaking, piece by piece, the longer you sat there wallowing in the thought that Steve, your Steve, was in love with someone else. But you didn’t want to expose how hurt you were, so you swallowed down your feelings and asked him, “Why not?”

“I’m afraid that she doesn’t feel the same way,” he said, and you could almost hear him shrug his shoulders. “But after almost dying in a Russian base, I’m starting to think I should just tell her, you know? Because she makes me happy. Like I’m happiest when I’m with her. And I think she deserves to know that I feel that way about her, you know?”

There was silence before Steve quietly added, “That I love her.”

You felt like you were dying as you sat there listening to the admiration drip from Steve’s every word as he described this girl. Tears that you didn’t want to shed began to pool in your eyes, but you wiped them away as quickly as they appeared. All these years and Steve had been pining after someone else while you fell harder and harder for him. You wanted to get up and run away. There was no way you’d be able to face him now that he confessed his love for someone else. But you didn’t get a chance to act on your rash thoughts because the quietest tap came from Steve’s stall.

“Y/N? You alright?”

You nodded, trying to convince yourself that you were fine and not falling apart at the seams.

“Yeah,” you said, making your voice as cheery as you could manage, “I’m fine.”

A hush fell over the bathroom. You sat with your head pressed against the wall, willing yourself to keep it together, when you heard Steve moving. When you looked up, Steve was sliding into your stall, feet first, until he was sitting in front of you.

“That floor is disgusting,” you said softly, and Steve just shrugged.

“Yeah, well, I already got a bunch of blood and puke on my shirt, so…”

You let out a little laugh, then started fidgeting with your uniform again. You could feel Steve’s eyes on you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him, afraid that if you did, all the tears you had been suppressing would flood out. You were fiddling with a loose string when Steve’s foot nudged your hip. Finally, you brought your eyes to meet Steve’s.

“What about you?” He asked.

You knitted your brow, and he asked, “Have you ever been in love?”

Your throat clenched, and your stomach began to roll again, but you nodded anyway.

“Yeah,” you said, voice a little shaky, “but he doesn’t love me.”

“Why do you say that?”

You wanted to scream at him, but it wasn’t his fault. Steve had no idea how you really felt about him. And you weren’t going to admit to your feelings now. So, you just looked at him and said, “Because he told me.”

Steve’s adam’s apple bobbed, and he dropped your stare. The tears from before burned in your throat, but you refused to let them fall. You sat up a little straighter and sucked in a deep breath.

“He described this amazing girl to me, and he said he’s in love with her,” you stated before throwing your arms in the air. “And it makes sense, you know? She sounds amazing. He deserves someone like her because he’s one of the best people I know.”

You dropped your head and began to think of everything you loved about Steve.

“He’s sweet, and he’s protective. He cares so much, and he makes me laugh. And he’s adorable. Like the way he just seems so,” you tilted your head back and forth, “oblivious all the time.”

You lifted your stare to meet Steve’s again.

“But I don’t care because I love him, and I would do just about anything to be with him.”

Steve stared at you, wordless, and you took him in. Everything was out of sorts. His hair was flattened from being thrown around by the Russians. His face was swollen and bruised. But one thing that was the same was his eyes. Those deep brown eyes, like the strongest honey from a bee, never changed. They felt warm and safe. They felt like home. Steve’s eyes finally met yours again, and he ran his hand through his hair.

“Does this guy have a name?”

You nodded.

“Does your girl have a name?”

“She does.”

You took in a slow deep breath and exhaled.

“Are you going to tell me who it is?”

Steve licked his lips and looked away. His foot started to tap next to you, and his hands clasped together in his lap. You never took your eyes off him as you watched his brain contemplate his next words. But when he finally looked at you again, the emotion in his eyes nearly knocked the wind out of you.

“It’s you, Y/N. I love you.”

Your lips parted as your jaw went slack. The euphoria that you were feeling was something you had never felt before. It was like you were floating, being carried away by the butterflies that were attacking your insides. And your heart was so full of joy you believed that at any second it was going to burst. You went to speak, but before you could say anything, Steve was already talking.

“But it’s okay,” he said, his head dipping, “Um, it’s pretty evident that the feelings aren’t mutual, so,” he trailed off with a shrug of his shoulders.

A tiny laugh fell from your lips, and Steve looked at you. The pain he was feeling was written all over his face. You shook your head.

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re a bit of an airhead?”

“No. Why?”

Another laugh spilled out of you, and you said, “Because you are.”

Steve’s pain quickly turned to offense at your statement, and his once slumped shoulders straightened.

“Hey! Okay, that’s not-”

You shushed him as you leaned forward and, with the utmost caution, cupped his cheeks and planted the smallest kiss on Steve’s lips. When you pulled away, Steve’s eyes were like saucers.

“Why did you do that?”

“Because,” you said, “the feelings are very much mutual.”

You pressed your forehead against his.

“I love you too, Steve.”

You brushed his hair away, moved your hands to the back of his head, and kissed him on the forehead. Your lips stayed there for a minute before you pulled him into a tight embrace. Your legs were straddling his waist, and his head was pressed up against your chest. You were sure he could hear how erratic your heart was beating, but you didn’t care at the moment. Steve’s arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you even tighter against him. You let out a light chuckle.

“You smell like vomit.”

Steve began to laugh and pushed you back enough to look at you.

“Thanks. So do you.”

A smile spread across your face as your chuckles slowly turned into full-blown laughter. You would have stayed in Steve’s lap for the rest of the evening had time permitted. But the bathroom door swinging open had those plans going straight down the drain. Dustin, Erica, and Robin stomped in, and you all looked at each other in silence for a beat before Dustin motioned toward the door.

“What are you two doing? Get off the floor, and let’s go. We’re meeting everyone at Hopper’s cabin.”

Steve’s eyebrows furrowed.

“How do you plan on getting there?”

Dustin dangled a set of keys in front of himself, and you recognized them immediately.

“My keys. How did you-”

“We made a pit stop while we were trying to find you two dinguses,” Robin said, pulling you and Steve to your feet. “Now, let’s go.”

You all exited the bathroom and started to make your way toward the parking lot. Steve took your hand in his and gave a squeeze. You smiled up at him. You had no clue what was waiting for you all at Hopper’s cabin. All you knew was that you had Steve right there by your side throughout all of it. But the night wasn’t over. Sure, you survived the secret Russian base. Now all you had to do was survive the Mindflayer.

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apuckishwit · 1 year

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The mortifying ordeal of realizing you're going to meet your crush in person

Steve doesn’t freeze.

He doesn’t.

He takes a perfectly reasonable moment to process the boys’ request and the fact that he just stands there with a stack of plates clutched in his hands hovering over a cardboard box while his brain basically does a barrel roll and starts screaming, “Meet Eddie? Meet Eddie? Meet Eddie?” is purely coincidence.

He puts the stack of plates down in the cardboard box and then very casually leans back against the kitchen counter, crossing his arms over his chest. “You guys want me to take you to Ohio this summer?” he repeats, also very casually.

“Yeah!” Dustin says, and Steve can already tell that now that the floodgates have been opened, the kid’s going to be pacing like a caged lion and vibrating like a livewire in about ten seconds. “We’ve got it all figured out. There’s a Greyhound bus that runs between Chicago and Columbus and Lucas and I have enough saved from Christmas and birthday money to pay for our tickets. Um, you’d have to buy your own but I swear we’ll pay you back.” True to Steve’s prediction, Dustin starts pacing the small length of his kitchen, his arms swinging wildly as he talks. “And then we can get convention passes and a hotel room. The actual hotel the convention is at is a little outside our price range, but Columbus has a public transport system and there’s cheaper motels not that far from the convention center, and we’d only have to stay for one night! We can get there on Friday night, stay at the hotel, go see Eddie on Saturday, and then get back on the bus and head back to Chicago!”

Steve’s not a math genius or anything, and he has no idea how much convention passes are for this thing, but he’s pretty sure there’s no way Dustin and Lucas have got enough birthday and Christmas money for bus tickets, convention tickets, and a hotel room, no matter how cheap. When he says as much, Dustin actually blushes, shrugging a little.

“I figured I could skip Camp Know Where this year. I get a scholarship for most of it, but Mom still has to pay part. It should be enough to cover the hotel and convention tickets.”

At that, Steve startles. “You love going to your nerd camp,” he says softly.

“Yeah,” Dustin agrees, but then he grins at his friends. “But I think this is more important this year…when are we gonna get another chance to visit Eddie?”

“Sometimes sacrifices have to be made for the good of the Party,” Lucas says, his voice deadly serious. “I was gonna go to that basketball clinic Mr. Newby put up flyers for last week, but I’d rather help pay for our tickets.”

“And I’ve been saving my allowance for some new paints, but, uh, I’m gonna pitch that in for food,” Will adds. For a moment, he looks a little embarrassed that his contribution is so much smaller than Dustin’s and Lucas’s, but the boys sling their arms around his shoulders, and the embarrassment quickly fades. “And! And! Mike’s pretty sure he can talk his parents into letting him come, too! Like, come up and stay with me and leave for the convention with us!”

Their excitement is palpable—word of the day, the day he finally registered for his first classes…Robin had come over and sat with him while he did it, and afterwards she’d squealed and hugged him and he could almost feel her pride and happiness wrapping around him like a blanket—and Steve can’t help the grin tugging at his mouth. Goddamn, he loves these little shits so much. The boys turn hopeful eyes on him again, Dustin bouncing a little on his toes.

“Sooooo?” he asks. “What do you say?”

“Please Steve?” Lucas says.

“Yeah, please?” Will smiles up at him sweetly and Steve shakes his head.

“When is this convention?” he sighs, nodding to himself when Dustin rattles off the dates. He doesn’t think it’ll conflict with his classes (he wonders if he’s ever going to get used to the swoop in his stomach when it hits him that he’s got classes coming up—he really got accepted to the program he wanted, he’s really going to school) and even if it does, it should be early enough that he won’t miss something earth-shattering.

Because really…

How could he say no?

He pretends to be thinking it over for a few moments, just to watch them squirm in suspense, before he sighs and nods. “All right, I’m in,” he says, and then turns back to his cabinets and pretends to ignore the hyper cheers that burst out of the boys. A second later, though, he lets out a sharp oof when he’s tackled from behind by three skinny sets of arms.

“Thank you!”

“Yes! I knew you wouldn’t let us down!”

“Oh my God, this is going to be awesome! Eddie’s gonna be so surprised!”

He manages to wrest himself around to face them, trying to pull his face into a stern frown and failing miserably if the way they’re grinning up at him is any indication. “All right, all right, if you’re not going to help me pack, then scram,” he orders, and is unsurprised when they all of a sudden need to start working on the parental pitch, now that they’ve secured a chaperone. He’s not even mad about it—he trusts Will to be careful with his things, but Dustin is often a bull in a china shop and Lucas is going through a growth spurt that has left him coltish and clumsy.

They file out of his apartment, talking about how they’re going to present their idea with the same intensity they strategize in the campaign. Dustin is muttering something about a slideshow while Lucas wonders if they can use the A/V club’s equipment as the door swings shut behind them. Steve carefully finishes packing the last of his plates away (he should probably leave at least one out, but he’s honestly too lazy…he can just eat off of paper plates for the last few days here) and manages to carry the box over to the neat stack he has going right by the door.

As soon as he sets it down, though, the full extent of what he’s just agreed to do hits him. His brain starts barrel-rolling again. And all he can do is sink down onto his coffee table and stare at his wide-eyed reflection in his dark TV screen.

What has he done?

From Ch 27 of Rolled a 1 on the Check, Rolled a 20 on the Save on AO3, by APuckish_Wit

#steddie #rolled a 1 on the check rolled a 20 on the save #fic preview #my writing #Kronk voice: Oh yeah it's allllll coming together

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pentagonieslut · 1 year

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m.list !!

lee huitaek/hoetaek (hui):

[hui's high pitched screams are in place of no works. - cube staff]

jo jinho:

ko/go shinwon:

yeo changgu (yeoone):

yanan:

[causing silent chaos somewhere, lurking]

yang hongseok:

adachi yuto/yuuto:

kang hyunggu:

[embarrased he has to match hui and shinwon, hiding]

jung wooseok:

kim hyojong (e'dawn):

i will write romance + smut for him on request. he just got out of a relationship with hyuna. be nice.

all members:

kim hongjoong:

[ran away to the studio to work on something]

park seonghwa:

[poor mama can't catch a break]

jung wooyoung:

[he's trying to get rough-talked again because he likes it]

jeong yunho:

[him and minjae are going around and calling each other brothers]

song mingi:

[just being happy little mufasa]

kang yeosang:

[ordering as much chicken as he can]

choi san:

[being a sex demon again]

choi jongho:

[breaking apples and singing tears]

moon taeil:

[being a grandpa, he's sick of this shit]

qian kun:

[yelling at the younger members starting from 99s-jisung]

seo johnny:

[he's eating chicago pizza and crying]

lee taeyong:

[febreezing all the fucking dorms]

kim doyoung:

[he's hiding in his room]

kim jungwoo:

[he's being a puppy to get taeyong to cook]

dong sicheng (winwin):

[running from taeil's monstrous love]

nakamoto yuta:

[eating taiyaki and sharing with shotaro]

jung jaehyun:

[he's preparing to work overtime]

chittaphon leechaiyapornkul (ten):

[ENGLISH TEN, ENGLISH NO NOT THAI]

wong yukhei/wong xuxi (lucas):

[freaking out about the discovery of nana and nearly crushing louis]

na jaemin:

[reminding lucas he's nana for the third year in a row]

xiao dejun (xiaojun):

[jasmine is really muscular]

wong kunhuang (hendery):

[he's in macau touring with big byung]

liu yangyang:

[he's freaking out in german, give him a second]

zhong chenle:

[flexing his money again]

huang renjun:

[he's planning the death of a dream member]

lee mark:

[my baby said she wanna dance she wanna leave me, huh? FUCK]

lee jeno:

[let him recover from being tied up and being ridden]

jung sungchan:

[he's playing games with your heart, i'm sorry]

lee donghyuck (haechan):

[consistent with his 37.5% show rating]

osaki shotaro:

[he's being the cutest fucking otter alive and you're here for it]

park jisung:

[he's on his way to becoming a tiktok fuckboi]

moon hyunbin:

[casting a spell for peace, maybe?]

choi seokwon (tan):

[can put you in a chokehold but has a cute face so like- I TAP OUT]

kim byeonggun (hwi):

[cupid is making him do secretary work]

terazono keita:

[still waiting on the phone papa rain promised him]

yeom taegyun (tag):

[leave mans alone, he's doing highschool rapper 4 n stressing]

gil dohwan:

[he's yodeling..somewhere]

park sungwon (won):

[snuck out for a poetry slam]

son seungjun (castle j):

[producing some type of track]

nam seungmin (bic):

[he's not a pen, promise]

song minjae:

[dammit minjae..you're so tall, i mistook you for yunho!]

no huijun:

[getting a black belt in taekwondo]

bang junhyuk (win):

[he's making your brain rot with his deep voice like felix]

lee hangyul:

[putting you in a choke hold with his all day performance]

park junseo:

[he's dancing his bones off]

jeon minwook (j-min):

[trying to go to the olympics in professional flexibility]

jung gun (yoojun):

[making 'fuck you' necklaces to choke bit with]

kim hyunwoo (muzin):

[trying to meditate before he goes off]

ryu yeongseo:

[trying to become the next twice member]

na gyumin (doha):

[drawing webtoons about the chaos of this group]

noh minjae (bit):

[tormenting yoojun and j-min with cucumbers]

nam dohyon:

[auditioning for SMTM with his milk mixtape]

lune:

[he's so pretty they're making him model schoolgirl uniforms]

heechan:

[he's being hyper again...MOOM]

e-chan:

[his mind is blank leave him alone]

yuku:

[eating dango and watchinge veryone with a happy smile]

junseo:

[lurking somewhere

D1:

[he's telling everyone he's not a athlete]

harry-june:

[flustered about something]

teo:

[working out again]

GK:

[chicken GK, chicken GK, chicken GK]

#dkb #nct #ciipher #bae173 #ateez #kpop pentagon

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audioaujom · 8 months

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Day Eighteen, Brennan/All (pt. 2)

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Here’s the second part! The escape continues! I hope you’ve enjoyed the ride to get us here ((: Thanks for all the kudos and I hope you guys will find other things I write with these guys just as entertaining. I can’t thank you guys enough for stopping by and following my silly little mess. Enjoy the ending!

Word Count: 2220

Chapter TWs: Implied/Referenced Experimentation, Aftermath of Psychological Torture, Violence, Death/KOs, Arson

“Where the hell are all these guys coming from?” Brennan complained, gunning down another backup scientist who appeared around the corner.

“They are strangely well armed for scientists.” Lou agreed, a chunk of wall flying to slam the other of the pair into a nearby wall and crush him completely.

“Maybe it's because of how dangerous you are.” Brennan suggested, smirking a little as Lou shot him a look with raised eyebrows.

“Oh, so this is my fault?”

Clearly exasperated with their bickering, Murph ignored them and swiped the ID badge from Brennan to open the room next to Lou’s to see what—or who—was inside.

“Oh, hello!” The girl inside greeted immediately, long dark hair pulled out of her face in a high ponytail that showed off the electrodes stuck to her temples.

“Em…” Murph trailed off, breathing a sigh of relief as he ran inside and began to detach Emily from the monitoring machines beside her.

“Lovebirds, yes or no.” Lou whispered to Brennan as the two stood guard in the hallway, Brennan immediately grinning.

“Absolutely yes.” He agreed, watching Emily pull Murph into a huge hug as she stood up out of the chair she was in. “No question.”

“Yup, that’s what I was thinking.”

“Alright! Let’s burn this place to the fucking ground!” Emily cheered as she jogged out of the room, Murph hot on her heels.

As the four grouped up in the middle of the hallway, the lights shut off and a blaring alarm sounded from directly above their heads. Backup lights powered on to shed a dim glow over everything, save for the swirling red light on the ceiling.

Emily frowned, placing one hand to her temple and focusing until a small discarded side-arm from one of the dead soldiers flew up into the alarm and cracked the glass, the red light vanishing and the noise dying out in a high pitched squeal. The other three turned to look at her in surprise, covering their heads as broken glass rained down on them from above.

“I just learned how to do that the other day!” Emily grinned happily, the grin a little sinister as she clapped her hands together excitedly.

“Good to know.” Murph’s face was bright red as he managed to tear his gaze away from her, gesturing vaguely at himself and mumbling, “Uh, danger sense.”

“I can locate and displace.” Brennan chimed in, noticing his friend’s flustered state and poking his side teasingly only to get a hard shove in response.

“I throw shit.” Lou took the look Emily shot him as prompting, shrugging lazily. “Oh, and I can take a lot of hits.”

“Awesome!” Emily cheered, before her grin started to slowly fade into a worried frown. “But… have we not found Zac yet?”

“Not yet.” Brennan sighed, glancing at the last two unopened doors in the hallway. “You two were closest, and Lou said ages ago that he had good offensive ability. But he’s gotta be around here somewhere.”

“We haven’t properly heard from him in three days, unless whatever stunt he pulled yesterday counts.” Emily pointed out, the other three sharing a quick, anxious glance. “I’m worried.”

“Me too, but we have more incoming.” Murph sighed, motioning towards the hallway by Brennan and Lou’s rooms. “That comes first, then we find and help him.”

It was two more squads of four—this time making up a pack of eight—that charged down the hall towards them. Brennan dropped to a crouch half-behind a chunk of floor Lou had discarded and sprayed a wide line of bullets to push the oncoming guards back, allowing Lou to sandwich them between the wall and the chunks he could control and Emily to telekinetically slam them into each other by their weapons as Murph slid forward to come up next to Brennan and offer more coverfire for the other two. None of the eight in the hall ever quite managed to break their line of decently coordinated defense, the bullets they fired off either missing widely or hitting a stray chunk of wall instead of their intended targets. As soon as all of them were dead or critically injured on the floor, Murph got the ID badge back out and ran for the room next to his, swiping it against the scanner as the other three kept an eye out but hurried to follow.

“Zac…?” Murph’s voice stuck in his throat as they got the door open, freezing in place as he finally got a look at the friend who’d originally gotten them all together. “Zac!”

Lying on the floor in the middle of a completely padded and sound-proofed cell was a lanky man with dark hair that had to be Zac, shivering on the floor with eyes screwed closed and hands clamped over his ears. A faint static was humming constantly in the walls, Zac unresponsive as Emily rushed past Murph to check that he was—in fact—still alive.

Lou, Brennan, and Murph shared a fast yet knowing look as Emily tried desperately to coax Zac back to consciousness, the freezing air blowing out through the open door into the hallway.

This place was going to burn.

“Too… loud…” Zac mumbled, Emily instantly going quiet and looking back at the other three for help as his voice cracked with an overused hoarseness and tears began to slide down his face. “Make… it stop…!”

“The static.” Brennan was the first one to put it together, looking to Murph in alarm. “You said he's got good hearing, it must be—”

“We have to get him out of there.” Murph rushed inside instantly, dropping to his knees beside Zac and hovering uncertainly over him, trying to figure out how best to pick him up.

Why’s he have to be so lanky?

“Well, we need to hurry.” Lou sighed impatiently from the doorway, though his eyes betrayed his worry. “We don’t have long until they come back.”

“Yeah, but getting him back on his feet is the priority right now.” Brennan shook his head, backing up into the hallway as Murph managed to pry one of Zac’s hands off of his head to sling over his shoulders. “We need all the help we can get.”

“Please… stop yelling…” Zac mumbled, his head lolling sluggishly off to one side as Murph got them both to their feet, Emily letting Murph brace himself on her shoulder. Brennan and Lou looked at each other and instantly went quiet, backing away further and letting Murph help walk him out slowly, not liking the odd fog in his eyes.

The instant Zac was out of the threshold of the room, he jolted mostly awake as every nerve in his body lit up at the same time and shot nothing but agonizing pain up to his already overloaded brain. He could feel the way Murph was breathing through the mere graze of his arm over his shoulders, the light a blinding flashbang of white as the faint humming of a distant air conditioner roared like a jet engine in his ears, bleach shooting its way up his nose and every fiber of his body screaming loud enough he felt he could hear his cells self-destructing—

“MAKE IT STOP!”

Murph felt Zac fall the instant before he did, catching him by the shoulders as he reached up to claw aimlessly at his head with a loud scream. In the same instant Emily crouched in front of him and Brennan and Lou glanced down the hallway to make sure they had the moment alone, Murph felt his eye twitch with the familiar odd itch of—

“Everyone get down!”

The ID reader in front of Zac’s door was the first to blow, sending shatters of plastic and wires in every direction alongside a pungent puff of smoke as Brennan and Lou ducked their heads. As soon as they hit the floor every other reader down the hallway crackled and exploded, the smell of burnt plastic and smoke filling the hall as the doors all malfunctioned and slid open.

Zac was hyperventilating in a heap on the floor as Murph and Emily stared at him in a mix of concern and panic as his eyes slid closed and he properly collapsed.

“...did you know he could do that?” Brennan asked after a moment of tense silence, coughing a little from the smoke.

“Not a clue.” Murph replied quietly, glancing down the hall to see the full extent of the damages. “I just thought he could hear really well.”

“Yeah, I think it might be a little bit more than that.” Lou chimed in sarcastically, Brennan, Murph, and Emily all shooting him a similar glare at the same time. “I’m just sayin!”

“We need to get him out of here.” Murph carefully got to his feet, letting Emily help him haul Zac up as well. “We all need to get out of here. Now.”

Brennan kept his place at the front of the group, Lou right behind him as Emily and Murph balanced Zac between them and headed down through the dimly lit halls away from where the lab rooms were. Brennan seemed all too comfortable in his stance with the weapon, turning each corner muzzle first to hopefully catch any oncoming guards unprepared.

He suddenly stopped the group as they found a flight of stairs leading down, turning and opening a lab door right across from it. He turned a wide grin back to Lou, who returned it as they both recognized the tubes full of explosive gas at the same time.

“Get Zac into the stairwell.” Brennan instructed Emily, waving for Murph to go after her. “Cover them. We’ll be right behind you.”

“Be careful.” Murph nodded uncertainly, heading into the stairwell with Emily now carrying Zac behind him, thankful that the stairwell was clear for the moment. Lou kept watch of the stairwell door as Brennan reloaded with one of the spare magazines he’d picked up along the way, standing as far back from the door as he could before firing a few well-placed shots and disappearing with Lou through the stairwell door.

The walls shook as the five hurried down the stairs, the explosion loud enough that Zac groaned and blinked his eyes open, mumbling something that only Emily could hear.

“It’s alright. Nobody’s yelling, honey.” She shushed gently, helping him get his feet under him before guiding him through some deep breaths. “Just breathe for me.”

“I know we gotta get him conscious, but we don’t have a lot of time.” Lou’s ever present grin finally turned a little nervous as he looked at the two. “We definitely started a fire that will not wait for us to get out.”

“I’ll… be good.” Zac managed after a minute, Emily smiling and letting him still support his weight over her shoulders. “Just… lot to process. All good.”

“‘All good’?” Murph questioned, deadpan. “You were passed out dead and when we got you out you blew up the hallway.”

“...yeah, like I said. All good.” Zac cracked a weak smile, Murph rolling his eyes before motioning for everyone to follow him down the stairs. The few guards they ran into on the first floor were easy enough to take out between the two armed with guns, Lou tearing chunks out of the wall and floor, and Emily playing with them like ragdolls before they burst out what seemed to be the front doors and out onto an empty city street.

They ran down the block, trying to put distance between them and the building before taking a moment to catch their breath, Murph and Brennan not quite ready to discard their weapons.

“Are we… good now?” Lou asked breathlessly, watching Emily help Zac sit down on the sidewalk.

“Yeah, I think so.” Murph answered after a moment, before looking back towards the inconspicuous office building that now had flames blazing out of the fourth floor windows. “Wow, that’s a serious fire.”

“Feels good to know we did that.” Brennan grinned, hands on his knees. “Hell yeah it does!” Emily cheered from the ground, basking in the cold moonlight.

“Can I… sleep now?” Zac asked, his words a little slurred and eyes already drooping closed.

“Yeah, you can.” Smiling, Emily set Zac’s head in her lap and gently patted him. “Go ahead and take a break.”

“Thanks...” He trailed off, quickly passing back out.

“Where to now?” Emily asked, looking up at the other three curiously. “Other than the fact we should get away from here before the fire department shows up.”

“I think we should maybe stick together for the time being?” Murph suggested, all of the others glancing at each other and nodding in agreement. “Just to be safe.”

“That’s a good idea.” Brennan paused, thinking for a moment, before offering, “I may have some old friends that could help us.”

“Then what are you waiting for?!” Lou grabbed him by the shoulders, half out of excitement and half out of the pure adrenaline still coursing through him from the not-yet-finished escape.

Brennan shook his hands off, raising his eyebrows. “A phone?”

“Oh. Sorry, just got excited there.” Lou mumbled sheepishly, Murph letting out one more exasperated sigh before picking Zac up out of Emily’s lap and motioning for them to follow him.

“Let’s just go.”

#powers au #collegehumor #college humor #dropout tv #dimension 20 #fanfiction #fanfic #cross posted on ao3 #writing #whump #angst #zac oyama #brennan lee mulligan #emily axford #brian murphy #lou wilson

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frenchfrywrites · 2 years

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Back on my shit again.

I don’t like how messy Satan’s room is (mainly bc imma trip on everything) and I wanna punish him 😡

Cw: cbt (technically ballbusting), bondage pain play

Satan had let you tie him up without a second thought, he loves feeling ‘weak’ under you, he doesn’t ask questions when you make sure he can’t get lose or use magic to get free. Once you make sure that he’s secure, you grab a board with a hole in the center of it.

Satan shook it off until you started pulling his cock and balls through the hole, admittedly it was tighter than he would have liked but you honestly don’t care. “The hell is this for?” He grumbled out.

You practically purr telling him it’s just a cock board. You lean off the bed, grabbing a random book off the floor, it was a dictionary, the pages were thick, it was relatively heavy but you needed it to be for the next part.

You hold the book above your head, carefully making sure your aim is correct before dropping the book. Just as you planned, it landed directly onto his balls, corner first.

Satan gives a high pitched yelp, trying to thrash out of his restraints.

You lean forward, putting a hand on the board and pressing your weight against it. “W-w-wait! Satan cried out. “It’s so heavy, take it off! You’re gonna crush my-“

Satan cries out, shaking as you reach and grab another book.

“Not another, please, don’t drop it on my dick again!” You clicked your tongue in amusement, looking down at him. You haven’t actually hid his dick yet, so to emphasize that point, you drop this one directly onto his cock.

You take a glance around. There’s at least a hundred books on the ground, you could work with this.

“Satan.”

He quickly locks eyes with you, stiffening in an instant. “You see these books on the ground?” All the response you get is a nod. “As punishment for not cleaning your room, I’m going to drop them all onto your balls at least once, then if I think you’re good, I’ll untie you and let you cum.”

Satan hesitated, looking down at the red throbbing organ between his legs, he’s not sure he can wait that long, especially if you do this to him…”A-and if I’m not good?”

You push the book resting on his balls off (earning a sigh from Satan for giving him some relief.) you open the book, putting all the pages on one side, looking up at him with a grin. You place his cock along with his balls into it, then close it, flipping the book making him nearly scream.

The weight of the book along with it twisting his most delicate parts had him near tears, shaking under you. Satan let’s put a whimper when he sees you grabbing another book, quickly tugging the book that hold his manhood captive.

You were surprised at the squeak he made, you tossed the book over your shoulder, showing him the one you just grabbed. You can see him visibly pale at the sight of it.

“Y-you can’t use that! It’s too heavy, you’ll break something-!” You gently caressed his cock, pumping it at a steady pace. You laugh at the confused look he gives you, you open the book in your hands to the midway point, placing it onto his balls, but having it stay upright, partially leaned onto you.

His cock throbbed a few times, resting against your hand, and to his confusion, you dragged his cock across the books pages, earning a shaky moan. You weren’t sure if he could cum while in this kinda pain, but it would be kinda hot, right? You speed up hearing a hiss escape him, he’s close, you just need to tip him over the edge.

A naughty idea pops into your mind, and with a grin, you slam the book shut on his cock, bursting into laughter at the sob he lets out. After a minute you open the book and your surprise, he did cum, but…he also ruined the book.

Looking up you saw him drifting off, he looks completely blissed out despite what you just did to him

🌑🐺 Anon

AHHH 🌑🐺 ANON YOU'RE DRIVING ME CRAZY W THIS ONE 🥵😳

I love how creative this punishment is dgsdkfakd!! Satan absolutely deserves this!! His room is so chaotic I just know it's caused someone to see their life flash before their eyes as they trip over some book 💀.

I love love him cumming in the book and ruining it >:) it's adding insult to injury hehe

Plus this is sm fun bc you know Satan has a higher pain tolerance than humans, so he can take it and then some, but that first book would catch him soo off guard

#this ask was such a treat sorry for holding onto it for so long hehe #ugh the only problem is that satan would love this so much that hed let his room get even messier in hopes that you do this again 🙄#french fry talks #🌑🐺 Anon #spice #thirst #cw cbt #cw pain play

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rebuketheviolent · 2 years

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ironsong. ario/aurora/ripley. 516 words.

i wrote this a while ago when aurora did some harebrained combat shit and finally started fucking with her siberys mark/magic plague along with it. ario d'vadalis is the other player in my game, @childofeberron, who has been uh. EXPERIMENTED ON A LOT by their mother and at this point is part dragon! as have both of ario's brothers, with ario being the most successful experiment out of the three and orris ending up as a freaky draconic false hydra. we're a powerhouse party that does heavy damage but when we start going down it gets dangerous and... well. maybe aurora has a little crush she isn't analyzing yet.

The words sink into Aurora's chest with a sickening weight right as Orris' teeth sink into Ario's.

"This is what you get for doing this to me-"

And gods, Ario, Ario with the hesitant words and the warm, steady hands, blue fingertips and claws, lightning crackling between their teeth- something hits a crescendo in her head, watching blood seep from between Orris' jaws and hearing the sickening crunch of bone.

Ario goes limp.

She's barely standing. The blood is rushing into her head, all that movement and ironsong- Ripley's melody doesn't falter in her ears, just around the corner, but that song- all around, and up, and down, and branching over and around her again, making her blood run out silvery and wrong.

Every crevice in this building is made of fucking metal. She can feel it. She can feel it the way she feels her blood vessels and nerve endings.

Aurora understands what he's doing before he brings the doorframe crushing down onto Orris' neck. The metal bends under her will as easily as moving her arm. And the hydra, he looks at her for a flash of a moment; that grin is all knives twisting in her brain, trying to bore out Ripley, to bore out Ario, brushing over the hole where-

It takes her a second to realize she's screaming over the sound of cracking bone and crushing windpipe. By the time she has, Orris' neck is a mangled conglomerate of blood and viscera, caught in her makeshift guillotine.

She's already bending the doorframe back into place when his knees hit the ground by Ario. His armor kicks into gear, mechanics whirring with the effort it takes to wrench the hydra's jaws open and pull Ario into his arms. They collapse in her lap, pale, breathing shallow and frantic, blood dripping against Aurora's body.

"Ario, hold on, wake up-"

Starrin, she thinks. Starrin will know what to do. His steady gaze and tapping fingers, but- Aurora remembers with a twist that House Cannith will ask for the bloody, beating heart from her chest without a moment of hesitation, and Vadalis has already asked worse of Ario. Would Starrin send them back to the Kennels to bring them healing? Into their mother's care?

Because the touch of a mother is so healing, right?

No, she can't trust Starrin, can't trust Mabyn d'Vadalis, not Lady Seryan; she can trust herself- but her healing is tapped, and the Protector cannon isn't stitching their wounds closed.

"Fuck," she whispers, brushing sweaty hair from their eyes, and his armor shifts into gear again as she lifts Ario off the ground and into her arms.

Because the entire world can let her down, and everyone in it can ignore his pain and let him curse on the ground, but even caught lying, even with their darkest truths and the knife in the drawer laid bare for her to see, there is one person in the world she can trust with her life.

And that's who sends him into the pitch, unnatural black, Mabar wrapping around her mind.

Ripley d'Phiarlan.

#writing tag #ch: aurora d'cannith

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vigilvntes · 2 years

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Sweet Fantasy - Adrian Chase x Reader

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A/N: today has been a wild ride between me having the worst morning, my vigilante shirt arriving and then scaring the shit out of james gunn on twitter by letting him know that i'm in his walls... so yeah have this. maybe i'll write a part 2 who knows

Warnings: NSFW (not full smut but like . basically), language

Request: "it's not like i've fantasized about you or anything" + "you said i had nice lips"

Word Count: 2k

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"Hey, are you listening to me?" You asked Adrian, poking his cheek to snap him out of his daze, the two of you standing around the back of Fennel Fields on your break.

You knew Adrian was a little bit of a weirdo, and that was one of things you loved most about working with him. Some of the things he said, whether it be the random nonsense that he spurted to other co-workers, or the quiet comments he reserved only for you, had you giggling to yourself for days afterwards. But lately, Adrian had been acting strange. Like, really strange, and it was starting to concern you.

You worked behind the small bar in the corner of the restaurant, pulling the occasional round of drinks and polishing glasses, which meant you had a little more free time than most others in the restaurant. For this, you were grateful, it meant you could slack off and text your friends or your family, or scroll through social media. Lately, though, on your free time at work, you had been noticing little things that you hadn't previously picked up on.

Like how Adrian would stare at you from across the room like a predator eyeing up its prey.

At first, you shrugged it off. He was your friend and he was probably just zoning out, his gaze just so happening to land on you. However, as the weeks passed, you felt the situation begin to intensify. Not only was he staring at you from across the room, he was staring at you right in front of your face. You couldn't begin to count how many times you had to wave your hand in front of his face to bring his attention back around to whatever the hell the two of you were talking about.

It was frustrating you to no end, mostly becasue you just wanted to know why. Could he see something on your face that you never noticed? Were you ugly? Or was he truly just zoning out? You were going to find out one way or another.

"Huh? W-... What? Yeah, yeah. I'm listening to you." Adrian stuttered out, squeezing his eyes closed and shaking his head. Fuck. He really had to stop doing that.

"Okay, well, if you were listening then... what did I just say?" A barely noticeable smirk played on your lips as you practically watched his brain buffer.

"You said... You were talking about, uh... About how an octopus' arms have a mind of their own?" His voice now a higher pitch than before as he stumbled over his words.

You pressed your lips together and resisted the urge to laugh, knowing that Adrian often said these strange things to deflect. You knew his tactics. "I was actually talking about squids, but nice try." You responded sarcastically.

"You were?" He asked, his face now twisted in confusion.

"No."

"....Oh."

You sighed, "Okay, listen to me this time, please?" Adrian nodded once in affirmation that he was listening, so you continued. "I have to take my car in to be checked over next week, and I was wondering if I could carpool with you until I get it back? I can pay for gas..."

He was gone again.

Adrian wasn't sure when exactly he developed a crush on you. Sure, you were always nice to him and after spending some time together the two of you realised that you got along like a house on fire. But he was sure he never felt this way about you when he first met you. Or did he?

All he knew was that one night (around two weeks ago) he climbed into bed, after a night of catching (killing) criminals with his buddy, Peacemaker, and his thoughts drifted to you.

Innocent, at first. He thought about your smile, how easy it was for him to make you laugh, the way you would respond with an attitude to your other co-workers but never to him. Though, it didn't take long for his thoughts to take a detour.

Soon enough his cock was in his hand, pumping furiously as he imagined you spread out beneath him, your voice whispering praises and words of affirmation as he fucked you dizzy, your pretty face contorting in pleasure until you were drunk on his cock and begging him to cum inside of you.

He moaned your name that night as he came into his own hand, panting and sweating, afterwards willing himself to go to sleep as quickly as possible to forget what he had done and who he thought of whilst he did it.

Then, every night after that one he found himself in the same situation. His cock in his hand, your face occupying the space in his head, and your name on his lips.

He sometimes imagined himself in different scenarios with you (he was creative like that). Adrian imagined his face being between your legs, eating you out like you were his last good meal on earth. How pretty your moans would sound as he attatched his lips to your soaked cunt, swirling his tongue over your clit, pushing you steadily over the edge.

He also imagined how you would feel on top of him, rolling your hips and fucking yourself on his cock, using his body however you needed or wanted. You would throw your head back and push your chest out, fingers circling your clit until you came hard on his cock.

Soon, though, his imagination took him beyond the sex, into more romantic territory. He would think about holding you afterwards, how warm your body would be against his, and how you would probably snake your hand into his hair to scratch against his scalp gently. He would also think about kissing you slowly, his hand cupping your cheek and you sighing against his lips after a long day at work.

Hand-holding, going out for drives, going on dates, kissing your cheek, pressing his forehead against yours.

Yeah, he was down something atrocious. Just one look from you from across the room, or even just one thought of you could get him rock hard and make him feel all fuzzy inside.

This made working with you everyday excruciatingly awkward for him. To begin with, he was sure that you had just brushed it off as another one of his 'Adrian-isms', as you liked to call them. But as your hand waved in front of his face, and a scowl played on your lips, he was sure that you knew something was wrong.

And there was: he had been staring at your lips the whole time.

"Hello?! Why the fuck are you staring at me like that? Seriously, you've been staring at me non-stop for, like, a week. It's freaking me the fuck out."

Adrian blinked a few times, "I'm sorry. I don't... I'm sorry. Please don't be freaked out. I'm just... I'm zoning out. I don't know. Just don't be freaked. It's not like I'm fantasizing about you or anything." He replied, his words eventually coming out faster and more panicked as he tried to reassure you. "And I mean that. I'm definitely not fantasizing about you." He reiterated, a grimace flashing across his features before he forced a grin.

You were silent for a few moments, staring up at him through your lips parted. Eventually, you managed to breathe out, "You fantasize about me?"

"Wha-...? No! I just said that I'm not fantasizing about you! You might have nice lips and a nice face, and I might spend a lot of my time staring at you and thinking about you, but I don't fantasize about you!" He protested, pointing his finger at you.

"Well you brought up fan-... Wait. You think I have nice lips?" You raised your fingers to your lips. You knew you were blushing, too.

Out of all the things you expected from your typical, mundane conversation with Adrian about him possibly driving you to and from work for a a couple of days, this certainly wasn't on your list. You had planned to confront him if you caught him staring at you again, but you didn't expect him to admit it. Although maybe you should have expected it. He was a rambler, after all.

"Of course I think you have nice lips! They're soft and pretty and perfect just like you! But that doesn't mean that I think about kissing you or-... or anything else!"

This... was such a weird and unexpected turn of events for you. First of all, you had finally figured out the reason why Adrian had been staring at you. Second of all, you couldn't exactly say you were mad about it. Adrian was pretty, not to mention hilarious and kind and everything you could ever want in a man. You would be lying if you said that you hadn't though about being in a relationship with him before. How it would feel to be able to call him yours. You just weren't too sure if he was actually interested in you.

This was your confirmation.

"Or... anything else?" You asked slowly, taking a step towards him, placing a warm hand on his arm. "Tell me, Adrian, what is 'anything else'?"

He became flustered immediately, and you couldn't help but smile as his mouth opened and closed repeatedly, as if he had the words on the tip of his tongue but he couldn't find the strength to say them out loud. It was quite amusing, actually. Seeing someone usually so talkative be so, so quiet. Maybe even a little shy.

The blush on his cheeks suited him, you decided.

You gripped his arm gently and tugged him closer to you, hearing his breath hitch in his throat as he looked down at you. "What do you fantasize about, Adrian? I want you to tell me."

"I-... I think about taking you out. To dinner- I mean... Not with a sniper. That, uh... that came out wrong." You tried not to laugh, knowing that it'd only discourage him. "But, I mean, if you didn't wanna go out I'd cook you dinner. I-... I know my way around a Guy Fieri cookbook."

"And then?" You mumbled, sliding your hand down your arm to take your hand in his. "What happens after that?"

"I-... We... I take you to bed."

"You take me to bed, huh?"

"Yeah." He breathed out, looking away from you.

"And you fuck me real good, right?"

"I... I think so? I'm probably not the best in bed, so I don't think I'd be able to live up to your idea of what being fucked 'real good' would entail, but I would definitely try."

You gave him a soft smile at that. "I'm confident in your ability to wreck me."

Your words, although somewhat crude, meant a lot to Adrian, that much you knew. He was so unsure of himself most of the time, used to being rejected or pushed away. You never wanted to make him feel like that when it came to you.

"Hey, my shift ends soon, so I'm gonna head back inside. But... You should text me when you get off shift, okay?" A subtle invitation extended from yourself to Adrian.

He nodded, "Y-yeah... I'll text you."

"Cool." You grinned and stood on tour tiptoes, pressing your lips the corner of his mouth before you pushed the door open, glancing back at him one last time before you let it close behind you.

Adrian just stood there for a minute in complete silence, giving himself a moment to process what the fuck had just happened. You had pretty much just told him that you would have sex with him, possibly even let him take you out on a date.

That thought made him break out into a grin. He punched the air, mumbling a 'fuck yeah' to himself before heading back inside to eagerly await the end of his shift.

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quindolyn · 3 years

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General Relationship Headcanons || James Potter

Request: “Please can you do a general relationship for james potter? xx” -anon

Word Count: 5,835

Notes: This is kinda slow burn, I’m a little sorry. The ones I did for Remus and Sirius were not canon so this won’t be either which is a little easier because no Jily. These keep on getting longer and longer, but part of that is because Jamie is definitely my favorite marauder.

Warnings: Smut, angst, lots of fluff, dom and sub James, momma’s boy Jamie

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You were something special

James had known that since he was 4 years old

It just took him a long time to realize exactly how special you really were

James Potter was an idiot

That would become increasingly apparent to him as he grew up

Your family and the Potters were great friends for as long as any of you could remember, meaning that you and James were practically attached at the hip

And who could blame you? He has such nice hips

The both of you are heart broken when he leaves for Hogwarts leaving you behind because you wouldn’t start until the following year.

All throughout his first year you guys write back and forth sharing every single detail of your respective days, down to the color of the plate you ate your lunch on

You can’t help but feel envious

There’s your best friend in the entire world, in fucking Scotland

Making new best friends

When the next year rolls around and you get to finally join James on the Hogwarts Express you want to hate Sirius and Remus

You really do

But how can you? They’re Remus and Sirius

You guys spend the entirety of the train ride laughing and talking and the other two boys tell you embarrassing stories from the year prior about James

When they hear your nicknames for him (Jamsie, Jamie, J), they make fun of him relentlessly

He calls you an assortment of cheesy nicknames too but his favorites, before you guys get together, are “Sweetheart”, “Sunshine”, and “love”

If you get sorted into Gryffindor James screams his head off for you, making room for you to sit next to him at the table in the Great Hall, opposite Sirius and Remus.

If you’re in a different house then James gets sad, really sad, like that night he cries into his pillow and Sirius has to climb into bed with him to give him hugs and tell him that its okay even if the two of you are in different houses. That doesn’t have to affect your friendship if you don’t let it.

The next day James would find you before you got to the Great Hall and engulf you in a hug in the middle of the corridor, not caring that there were people streaming past the two of you in either direction.

“We’re gonna be friends forever right (Y/N/N)?”

“I hope so Jamie.”

Even though you’re in different classes and potentially different houses you guys are around each other all of the time

You sit with him and the other boys at their place at the Gryffindor table

They sit with you in the library

And by the end of your first year you’re having sleepovers in their dorm

You sleep in James’ bed of course and Remus and Sirius do. Not. hesitate. To mock you relentlessly

“You and your girlfriend getting comfy over there Jamie?”

“Go to hell Siri, let me cuddle James in peace!”

These jokes continue through your years at Hogwarts and you and James take them in jest

As you guys get older the physical affection you share never dwindles

After someone made a crude comment in the hallway about the two of you he talked to you making sure that you were okay with the arms he would throw over your shoulders, the arms wrapped around you waist, the kisses to your forehead before he left the Great Hall for class, holding you in his arms in the Gryffindor common room as the two of you drifted to sleep.

You assure him that its okay, that its not weird because you guys have been best friends since forever and that you love how affectionate you are with each other

You don’t start to realize you feelings for James until he starts pining after Lily, you don’t know what you have until its gone, right?

Watching him stare at her in the Great Hall

Writing her little notes that even though he’ll go up and ask her out in front of everyone, which you’re not too fond of either, he’s too shy to actually give her

Listening to him go on and on about her, her hair, the cadence of her voice, the beautiful color of her eyes, how intelligent she is, and on and on

Sirius picks up on this instantly

And he does not hesitate to make fun of you for it all the time, obviously not enough for James to pick up on it because he’s a prick not a complete asshole, but still enough to make you blush uncontrollably

You can’t say anything to him though because he’s your James and there’s absolutely no way that he returns your feelings, you’re like a little sister to him

So, much to Sirius’ chagrin, you swallow your feelings and sit there by James, trying to listen to Remus as he tries to explain to you your Charms homework while James watches Lily on the other side of the Common Room laughing with Dorcas and Marlene

And a little piece of your soul dies

The summer between your third and fourth year, his fourth and fifth, you were excited to finally have your Jamsie back to yourself again.

It went without saying that the two of you would alternate between each other’s houses over the summer

There would be no Lily Evans to distract him

No exams to stress over

Just you and James at the Potter estate, exploring the woods that, in all honesty, didn’t change all that much from summer to summer, and swimming in the bioluminescent pond on the edge of the Potter property, simply floating next to each other on your backs, one of his hands grasping your forearm, making sure you didn’t float too far away from him

But apparently this year it didn’t go without saying.

Instead, a mere month before the end of the term, James regretfully tells you that he and his family are going to Spain for the summer to be with his aunt who lives there and he really wants to take you but its the entire summer and his parents nixed it

“I’m so sorry sunshine, I really want to take you but-”

“It’s okay Jamie, I get it if you could you’d take me, but you can’t so its fine. I’m not going to hold it against you.”

And you can tell that he’s genuinely upset about it but that doesn’t mean that it doesn’t hurt any less when you hug him goodbye at King’s Cross knowing that unlike years prior you weren’t going to see him in a few days.

You spend a good chunk of the summer wallowing, not necessarily because your crush isn’t there with you but because your best friend isn’t

James writes you every day just like he did during his first year at Hogwarts but its not the same because you can’t see him

You can’t hold onto his arm when you’re tired and set your head on his shoulder

So when September 1st rolls around and you finally get to see him again you’re down right giddy

But on Platform 9 ¾ you’re looking for a wiry, lanky boy, with a nose a little too big for his face, and a squeaky little voice

Not the 6 foot man who approaches you, with broad shoulders and budding facial hair along his jawline.

“Sunshine!”

Oh holy shit

His voice

He no longer sounds like a dog toy, a very cute dog toy but still

You must admit that you’re a fan of the change, as the word leaves his lips you imagine resting your head on his chest and feeling the vibrations as he spoke with whomever

Its not a single day that you’re back at Hogwarts before James is fawning all over Lily again and you’ve had enough of it

You’re not going to let yourself to keep on pining after a boy who doesn’t love you

Not even doesn’t love you

But loves someone else

Sirius finds you a couple weeks into the school year, sitting with your back against a wall in an empty corridor trying to hold in your tears.

“What’s wrong, love?”

“I-I can’t believe I let myself fall for him. I’m an idiot Si!”

Sirius holds you in that hallway, rocking you back and forth while he murmurs to you that James is the idiot, not you, and that you deserve so much more than him

He helps you concoct a plan to get over James, he pitches to you going out on a date with someone else

Doesn’t have to be anything all that serious, just something to get your mind off James and remind you how hot you are, and how many people are lining up for you to give them so much as a moment of your time.

It doesn’t take too much on Sirius’ part to get you to agree to let him set you up

His name was Sullivan, he was in your year, a year younger than Sirius, with sandy blonde hair and chocolate brown eyes

Sully, as he insisted you call him, took you for a butter beer at the Three Broomsticks

You had a good time, Sully was smart, and attractive, and you and he shared similar interests

And all though he was lovely, and he insisted you were too, the both of you agreed that you would be better off as friends

You spent more time with him in the following weeks and less with James, Sirius, and Remus

The latter two were very happy that you were trying to move on because watching you stare at James was a little sad

James is confused, and hurt, and jealous

Though he adamantly refuses to admit that last one

Instead he just watches you. All. Of. The. Time.

To the point where if it wasn’t James it would be disturbing

And even though it is him it gets touch concerning

Sometimes before you go and sit with the Marauders at their spot in the Great Hall you’ll stop by where Sullivan sits with his friends and give him a smile, talk for a few minutes before hugging each other and walking away

It made James’ blood boil

Who did this kid think he was, you were his best friend he didn’t get to just waltz in and take you, or Godric forbid date you

One day you’re sitting outside with the boys when you see Sullivan on the other side of the court yard, excusing yourself you walk up to him and chat for a couple minutes before Sullivan’s face goes pale and there’s a shadow looming over you.

James throws an arm around your shoulders, tugging you into his side while extending his hand to Sully

“Hi, I’m James, (Y/N/N)’s best friend.”

James is standing there with you guys maybe 2 minutes, being the most passive aggressive petty person he could possibly be, dropping not so subtle hints about his distaste for Sully before he’s tugging you back to the tree where Siri and Remmy still are, their hands resting dangerously close to each other’s

“What the fuck James!”

He plays dumb because if there’s one thing James Potter is good at its being an idiot, but eventually he relents

“I just don’t like the way he looks at you, it's like he’s trying to get into your pants!”

You start cackling

Borderline manically

“You’ve got to be kidding me James we’re just friends!”

Sirius being the eternally helpful human being he was added in his two cents, “Maybe you’re projecting Potter!”

And the laughing stops

James goes beet red, you feel all the blood drain from your face before collecting yourself and murmuring a quick apology before racing off for the castle

You and James don’t talk for 2 days

It's the longest either of you have gone without some form of communication

You’re both so embarrased and you don’t want to hear James tell you that he doesn’t actually like you and that it was just Sirius being an asshole

Of course he would say this to make you comfortable but that’s not what it would do

It would crush you

You don’t have classes together so it's easy to ignore him there, and if you’re in separate houses it's even easier

Meals

Now that’s a different story

You can’t just eat somewhere else and the prospect of facing James after what Sirius said has you running for the nearest toilet

So you scrounge up what you can in the kitchen after meals

It kills James that he’s only seen you on the other side of the courtyard or disappearing behind corridors

You’re supposed to be his Sunshine, he can’t stand that you’re hiding from him, he misses you so much

And at first he’s a little angry when you don’t sit with them at meals, but after scanning the Great Hall, he realizes you’re not there

His stomach drops, have you not been eating?

So dinner the second night he collects a plate for you with all of your favorite things and determinedly sets off for your dorm, balancing a plate in one hand and a glass of pumpkin juice in the other

He has to knock on your door with his foot

“Jamie, what’re you doing here.”

He gently pushes past you letting himself into your room to set the plate and glass on your desk

“You haven’t been eating.”

And despite yourself your heart flutters, because he’s right you haven’t been eating as much as you should’ve not wanting to get caught in the kitchens you only swiped what you could easily get your hands on

But then you have to remember, it's because you’re basically his little sister, not because he reciprocates your feelings

“I’ve missed you Sunshine.”

And you lose it

“Stop! Stop it Jamie I can’t take it anymore, you can’t keep calling me Sunshine and Sweetheart and Love and cuddle with me on the couch and then turn around and declare your undying love for Lily fucking Evans. I can’t do it anymore! I like you, differently than you like me and I can’t do this anymore!”

Poor Jamsie has never felt like more of an absolute asshole

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t revel just a little bit in the look on his face, didn’t feel a little triumph that maybe he felt even a fraction as bad as you did.

He’s an idiot and he realizes it

You’re both very quiet for a minute before he walks up to you so that you’re a mere inch from him before he gulps and leans down to press his lips to yours

“I’m an idiot.”

“Yes you are.”

“But I’m your idiot, right?”

“Always Jamsie.”

It's not as though much changes between the two of you on the surface once you’re together

You’re a bit more touchy feely with each other, kisses usually pressed to foreheads or temples often find themselves brushing at the other’s lips

He holds your hand a lot more freely now and more often than not it will end up clasping your thigh under the table in the Great Hall, or after having pushed your chairs together in the library so they touched

When you curl up together in the Gryffindor common room his hands find their way under your shirt, lightly tracing the skin of your stomach, pressing kisses to the junction where your neck meets your shoulder

His arsenal of nicknames expands impressively

Angel, darling, beautiful, gorgeous, poppet, pretty girl, mine

And he’ll add the occasional my before the word “love”

You already slept over in their dorm room every other night before you and James got together but now it's more of a nightly occurrence

Especially the day before a Quidditch match, James insists that he sleeps with his lucky charm, says you keep him calm

You cheer the hardest for James at his matches, bar maybe Sirius

Even if you’re in a different house you sit with Siri and Remus in the Gryffindor stands and get all decked out in red and gold

Now that you’re his he has no problem with Sullivan, he trusts you and by extension he trusts the people you trust

You’re touched one day, early on into your relationship, when Lily comes up to you in the Great Hall and tells you that you didn’t have to tell James to tell her that he was sorry for being a prick and not taking no for an answer.

You don’t tell her this but you didn’t ask him to do anything

James is just a good person

He also has an abundance of money and little impulse control

He’ll buy you literally anything he sees that reminds him of you, or if he remembers you bringing up that you wanted or needed it

He likes buying you jewelry because you can wear it more often than you could say the same dress or blouse

That’s not to say that he doesn’t buy you clothes too, he has all of your sizes memorized and knows whether you wear normal/petite/tall

James Potter will buy you pads/tampons/whatever product you use

He’s a man not a little boy and he doesn’t give a flying fuck if someone makes fun of him for it

One day Lucius calls him out for it and Jamie is just not having it

“You have no clue where the clit is or what to do with it do you Malfoy?”

He’s always helped you through your periods so now that you’re together he’s just more liberal with his touch because he knows how much you love it

He knows how to do basic hairstyles and such because he watched his mom when he was a little boy and watch your mom do your hair too

If your hair requires special treatments and hairstyles he will write to your mom, asking for her to teach you because he loves your hair and wants to be able to help you, like imagine sitting in his bed while he puts braids in your hair following the instructions your mom sent him

Speaking of families when he tells Euphemia you two are together (which he does as soon as he leaves your dorm that night) she literally screams

Fleamont was worried that she was being attacked

But the next day at breakfast you get a letter from Euphemia stained with dried tear drops as she poured her heart out to you, telling you how much she loved you and that if her son ever broke your heart you were to go to her immediately and she would deal with him for you

The year you finally become boyfriend and girlfriend is the year you all become animaguses

James tries to argue with you, insisting that you shouldn’t do it because it's dangerous and he doesn’t want you getting hurt

Your rebuttal is that isn’t it just as dangerous for him? And if you’re not doing it neither is he and that leaves Sirius which just wouldn’t end well

He’s so proud of you when you transform for the first time, he gets so distracted watching you that he forgets where he is for a moment

That summer, unlike the one previous, you and James spend all of your time together

You spend the entirety of the holiday at the Potter estate doing all the things that you and Jamie used to do when you were younger, only this time its better

Instead of being childhood friends you’re each other’s

You can kiss him, and hold his hand, and he can lift up your hair to kiss the back of your neck

Euphemia lets you guys sleep in the same bed but before that she sits the two of you down and gives you the talk

“Now (Y/N), I don’t know if your parents have ever discussed this with you but if you two are going to be sharing a bed I think it's important we go over it.”

There’s so much blushing and whining from James

“Muuuummmm.”

One night you guys are lying on the floor of his bedroom wearing the absolute bare minimum because it was so hot and humid out when you pitched the idea of going skinny dipping

James is hesitant at first because he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable

But you insist that you’re fine and point out to him that it was you idea not his

Being the gentleman he is when you strip by the lake he looks away making you laugh

When you turn him to look at you his jaw drops

You’re even more gorgeous than he could’ve ever imagined

It's dark out but the light from the lake allows you to drink in your figure

He blushes so much you’d think that he was the one naked

When he does strip too he grabs you and jumps into the water, you guys are all over each other, running your hands up and down his chest, his hands are supporting your bum while your legs wrap around his waist

You have sex that night, for the first time, he was very gentle with you and holds your hand when he breaks you hymen and if you cry he kisses away your tears

“Do you wanna stop baby? Does it hurt too much? We can stop.”

James is one of two things depending on your preference

We have soft dom!James and sub!James

I personally appreciate a healthy mix of both

Starting with soft dom!James, he would be so gentle with you

Also very firm though, if you broke any of his rules he would not hesitate to punish you

He’s a thigh man through and through

Doesn’t matter if we’re talking dom or sub, the man lives for your thighs

Which makes his favorite form of punishment laying you across his lap to spank you, but most of the time his blows land on more of your thighs than they do your bum

He makes you count as he spanks you too and after every blow you have to thank him

“One! Thank you Daddy!”

And if you ever call him James instead of Daddy during sex he’ll stick his fingers in your mouth and make you choke on them, kissing away the tears that fall from your eyes, “S’okay baby, you’re okay. Can you do this for me? Can you take my fingers like the good girl I know you are?”

He loves taking you up against a wall, especially in the locker rooms after a Quidditch match

Shower sex is one of his favorites, thinks you look absolutely gorgeous, soaking wet and moaning for him, not to mention he get’s to fuck you up against the wall

This is the point in the headcanon where I urge you all to go read the blurbs by @randomoutsiders where Remus and Sirius teach James how to brat tame you, she captures his essence perfectly

He loves to blindfold you, he likes the little jump he gets out of you when he touches you

He gives you the most condescending mocking smiles

What comes to mind is the first time he makes you squirt, he’s so proud of both himself and you

“Good girl, look at that, look at how much of a mess you made for me angel. So pretty, good job.”

He then proceeds to lick the mess you just made off of you

He loves buying you lingerie

He likes it in a deep red and black

Loves ripping it off of you, absolutely adores it

After care with him would be so soft and sweet, he loves taking baths with you so he can clean you up and kiss all the places he left bruises while he murmurs to you about what a good girl you were and how proud he is of you

One night he tells you that if Godric forbid the two of you ever split up and you’re with someone else that after care is necessary and that you’re precious and deserved to be treated as such

He treats you like a goddess

Sub!James is just as precious

He’s also my current obsession so stick with me here

He’s just so eager to please, always wanting to make you feel good and not even caring all that much if he gets off himself

Just so centered around making you feel good

He calls you “Mommy” and I will not be accepting criticism

I feel like “Mistress” is too impersonal if that makes much sense

The former is just so intimate and James wears his heart out on his sleeve

James is rarely if ever a brat, usually when he’s disappointed in himself and he takes it out on you and you have to remind him how to be a good boy

And the rest of the time when he breaks a rule it's completely on accident and he’ll come to you and tell you about it to apologize

He feels so guilty, like he’s failed you

Especially if he touches himself without your permission, it's almost enough to keep him from doing it but he’s still a horny teenaged boy and can’t help himself sometimes

Most of the time though you’ll end up with a horny James knocking on your dorm door begging you to help him

He prefers giving you head than you giving him head

That’s not to say that the visual of you on your knees with his cock in your mouth isn’t appealing, it most certainly is

He just loves that he can make you feel that good with just his tongue

James also loves how you taste, tells you it’s better than candy

Which makes you smile like an idiot

Will finger you under the table in the library if you ask him to, it's not like he was paying that much attention to his homework in the first place, and even if he had been you are without a doubt more important

Loves it when you ride him

Absolutely adores it, he loves the way your tits bounce which is why he prefers cowgirl to reverse cowgirl because he can keep his hands on your tits and on your thighs

He asks you for a cock ring, loves that you get to decide when he gets to cum

Extra points if its a vibrating one

With his consent of course, you tie him up and make him watch while Sirius and Remus fuck the living day lights out of you, barely paying him any mind while you scream for the cocks of his two best friends

He likes being tied up in general allowed to look and only look

The first time you peg him he almost cries it feels so good

And you take his sniffling as a sign he doesn’t like it and that he’s hurt, he has to explain to you that that is not it and “You make me feel so good Mommy.”

His whimpers and moans are the most precious things and he’s very vocal

Screaming your name and begging you to cum

He is not shy to beg you

To cum

To make you cum

To get to so much as look at you

Baby boy has absolutely no shame

I especially like sub!James because he’s such a cocky asshole 90% of the time but he’s also the kindest, most considerate soul and he spends so much of his life helping others that sometimes he just wants you to be in control

Regardless of sub or dom James you were making out on his couch that summer, your hands in his hair, his fumbling with the clasp on your bra when there was a pounding at his front door

He makes you stay where you are because he doesn’t want you to get hurt but its just Sirius

Well not just Sirius

He was bloodied and broken and looked like he’d been to hell and back

When he told the two of you what happened, how he’d been disowned and had nowhere else to go, while Euphemia tended to his wounds James engulfed him into the biggest hug and they just sit there, Sirius crying into James’ chest while James ran his hands up and down Sirius’ back whispering to him about how it was going to be alright that he was safe, that no one was ever going to hurt him again.

About 2 or so hours after you’d all retired for the night, you and James snuggled together in his bed you awoke when the door to his room creaked open

There was Sirius, with tears streaming down his face, his bottom lip wobbling

After untangling yourself from James you walked over to him, taking his hand in yours and leading him over to the bed

“James, scooch over.”

“Huh?”

“Scooch!”

When he opens his eyes and sees his Sirius standing there, bashfully ducking his head he quickly moves over and you and Sirius settle into the bed with him in the middle

You and James pet his hair hold his hands while you tell him how much the both of you love him and how you’re never going to let anything bad happen to him again

You fall asleep that night with James spooning Sirius from the back and you with your body curled into Sirius’s front, his head resting on your chest

When you go back to Hogwarts you often end up in this position in their dorm room only add Remus into the mix

You’re a year behind all of them at school meaning that when they graduate you’re still stuck their for a whole nother year without any of them

And it nearly kills all of you

You and James most, though you write to each other every day it's still not the same as him actually being there with you

When you get particularly desperate to see him he apparates to Hogsmeade where he becomes Prongs and meets you in the Forbidden Forest where you basically just spend the entire time holding each other and telling the other how much you love them

He cries at your graduation, full on blubbers

“That’s my girl!”

Insists that you look better in your graduation cap than anyone else

Doesn’t relent when you tell him how ridiculous that is

You guys move in together as soon as you graduate, it’s barely even a discussion because you guys can always tell what the other is thinking

“Hey babe, do you wanna-”

“Yeah Jamie, when you wanna go look at apartments?”

He loves going shopping for your apartment, he has so much fun looking at color swatches and different fabrics

He insists that you guys decorate at least part of the apartment in Gryffindor colors

Wolfstar lives down the street from you guys and you have biweekly coffee dates together at a little coffee shop in between your two houses.

After a year or so you realise that you and James still aren’t married, and you get very self conscious

Does he not want to spend the rest of his life with you?

Does he not love you as much as you love him?

It completely eats you up

And James can tell that something’s up

When he asks you you confess your worries to him and his heart breaks

He never wanted to make you feel like he didn’t love you

Because of course he loved you

You were his everything, you were his Sunshine

After telling you all of this he goes rummaging through his drawers looking for something

That’s how you find him when you wake up to him accidentally dropping something results in a loud bang

“Jamie? Are you okay?”

When you find him he’s standing bashfully, blushing with his head down, his hands holding something behind his back

“James?”

And that’s when he gets down on one knee and pulls the small velvet box from behind his back

“This isn’t how I wanted to do it darling, but I spend every single day thinking about you, you’re the first thing I think of in the morning and I fall asleep with you in my arms thinking about how much I love you and how I don’t know if I could live my life without you. I’m so sorry if I’ve ever made you feel differently, I can’t believe I was enough of an idiot to ever hurt you, in any way. Even though I most certainly don’t deserve you, would you do me the honor of making me the happiest man alive and marrying me?”

Euphemia plans your wedding with the help of Sirius

They go all out

There may or may not be a life size ice sculpture of you and James per Sirius' request

Married life is absolute bliss for the two of you

You wake up every morning with that ring on your bedside table (do people sleep in their engagement rings and wedding bands? I’m a child of divorce whose parents are both children of divorce, true love is a foreign concept) to remind you of the beautiful man beside you

Both sub and dom James go absolutely wild on your wedding night, he can’t believe your Mrs. Potter, that your his

Its that night that you pregnant

Though you don’t know it for almost 2 months

James is the best husband

He carries you everywhere, even when you’re not showing

And he can because fuck that man is strong

He’ll carry you upstairs at night and down them in the morning and to the sofa

You can only move by yourself when he’s not looking

James is really good at puzzles and putting things together so it takes him less than 2 hours to put all the furniture together for the nursery

Which he insists you paint yellow, the color of sunshine

One of the first things he buys is a little Gryffindor onesie for your baby

When he comes James has him in it all of the time

When you go into labor he’s very calm and collected

Euphemia is there to help the both of you because that’s the person he first called when you had your first contraction

He holds your hand the entire time, kissing you, and coaching you along, telling you how good you’re doing, how proud he is of you

He cries when he first sees his son, he’s so beautiful

Even though he’s basically the spitting image of James, Jamie swears that he looks so much like you

Once the doctors and nurses leave the room he climbs into bed beside you, throwing and arm over your shoulder as you cradle your little boy in your arms

“He’s beautiful Jamie.”

“Just like his mother.”

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i like me better (when i’m with you)

PAIRING ▸ jeong jaehyun x fem!reader

GENRES ▸ friends to enemies to lovers, college au, sports, friends with benefits, smut, crack, fluff

WARNINGS ▸ sexual !! tension !! lots of it, smut (public sex, fingering, hate sex, raw sex, pool sex, oral sex), mark lee cockblocking, also yes, there’s actual fluff

SUMMARY ▸ there was no one else on the planet that made your blood boil like jeong jaehyun did. you never thought your feelings toward him were anything past pure hatred, but when you were lost in the feeling of his lips on yours and his hands on your body, you couldn’t help but think that maybe a part of you didn’t completely hate his guts.

PLAYLIST ▸ i like me better by lauv • unravel me by sabrina claudio

WORD COUNT ▸ 11896 words

TAG LIST ▸ @gotoartistprofile @chanluster @steamyjaehyun

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ big shoutout to fia for hyping me up to complete this and i hope you guys enjoy it !! thank you so much for reading ♡ part of the dunk shot! series but can be read separately!

SOMETIMES, THE AMOUNT OF HATRED YOU HAD FOR JEONG JAEHYUN AMAZED YOU.

To the average human being, Jeong Jaehyun was, in a sense, perfect. On the surface, he was everyone’s trademark Golden Boy—good grades, athletic, and a seemingly good personality. The last point, however, was a complete and utter lie. Simply put, Jaehyun was a wolf in sheep’s clothing, and you, unfortunately, wound up becoming his target.

If it weren’t for your love for cheerleading, you probably would never have to see Jaehyun, but your passion came with a price. Competitors were often asked a series of questions, and these questions typically included inquiring about your hardships as an athlete. If someone were to ask you what the hardest part of being a cheerleader was, your answer would not be what they expected.

It wasn’t getting back up after bad falls that left you with bruises and a concussion. It wasn’t dealing with the basketball team’s aftermath of a devastating loss and having to cheer them on through it. It wasn’t waking up extra early for morning practices, or having to push yourself to run miles in the sweltering heat. Hell, it wasn’t even dealing with the horny basketball team members at afterparties.

It was the annual training camp.

Every winter, the team attended a week-long training session along with several other teams in the city. With state-of-the-art facilities and a massive training center, the training camp was an event that the entire team looked forward to. Although the training was brutal, the luxury of the hotel rooms and the gourmet meals had made up for all of that. Yet, despite all of that, the camp itself was still hell for you.

It wasn’t all bad, though. In fact, you indulged in the concept of a training camp, delighted with the opportunity to meet cheerleaders from different universities. A handful of your friends from high school had joined teams at different universities, so it was exciting to get to see them all again. All in all, it was the whole package deal: friends, your favorite sport, and fun times. What could possibly ruin that?

Well, a certain someone by the name of Jeong Jaehyun could, and that wonderful individual incensed your fury quite like no other.

“You again,” you spat, clutching your duffel bag strap. You had just gotten off the bus to head into the hotel, but the devil himself was blocking your way.

“Y/N,” the devil cooed, “do you need help carrying that?”

“I’m fine.”

You shrugged Jaehyun off and tried to move past him, but the bane of your existence had other plans. He tossed you a small carton of milk; it was the kind you could buy at a vending machine. Your reflexes kicked in just in time for you to catch it, giving him a questioning look.

“You should be drinking more milk, Y/N. It’s good for you,” Jaehyun said. You were sure he was going to make a snide comment so you opened your mouth to protest, but he continued, “Jaemin likes big tits, you know?”

Ouch.

You and Jaehyun went farther back than you’d like to admit. While you did currently attend different universities, you had the joyous experience of going to the same high school as him. He wasn’t too different now; he had the same dimpled smile, the same godly features, and the same cocky smirk when things were going the way he planned. What was different was that you two were once friends.

And what took the cake? You had a big crush on his friend and fellow teammate. Introducing Na Jaemin, everyone.

It wasn’t like you never got over Jaemin, but you had to admit that your heart still fluttered pitifully whenever you saw him. It didn’t help that he was so breathtakingly beautiful, so undeniably genuine, and such a sweetheart. Unfortunately, Jaehyun knew of your little secret. Being the conniving little snake he was, he used it to his advantage.

Ever since your fallout with him in your senior year of high school, you’ve hated Jeong Jaehyun, and you were sure he hated you right back. It almost felt akin to the competition at this point, and you were a pretty sore loser. Honestly, you were sad initially when he broke off your friendship in senior year and threw crude insults at you. You normally didn’t let things get to you, but it hurt to hear that your best friend didn’t want anything to do with you after you had told him you were going to a different university. You were sure the both of you had grown past that, but now he had changed from a sincere highschooler to a complete low-life piece of shit.

“You’re a douche, Jaehyun,” you sneered.

A grin spread across his face. “Yeah, I know.”

You scoffed. “God, if I could, I would smash that pretty face into—”

“Hey!” a loud voice laced with trepidation interjected. It was your best friend on your school’s basketball team, Mark Lee, coming to your rescue; or, rather, he was trying to prevent you from doing something you’d most probably regret. He shot Jaehyun a warning look and slung an arm around your shoulders. “Y/N, what’re you doing here? We have to check into our hotel rooms.”

You looked back at Jaehyun to see a smug look on his face before he turned to catch up to Taeyong and Jaemin. You looked back up at Mark, who was also keeping an eye out for the demon in disguise.

“Thanks for getting me out of that mess,” you mumbled. “That guy is so infuriating. I can’t believe he still brings up Jaemin when I’m clearly over him!”

Your words were sharp enough that Mark and the people around you flinched, even if they weren’t completely paying attention to your rant. It was common knowledge that Jaehyun’s presence left you in low spirits, and Mark had come to terms that you would always be in a bitter mood during the training camp, and that there was only one person to blame for it.

Mark shot you a sympathetic look that you knew was intended to show his helpfulness, but instead just served to make you appear all the more bitter.

“Why don’t you just ignore him?” he suggested. “He’s just looking for a reaction out of you.”

“If I let him get the last word, then he wins.”

“At least he’d stop bothering you,” Mark reasoned as you both made your way to where your team had gathered by the reception desk.

“Is this about Jaehyun again?” Zhong Chenle chimed in, a devilish grin plastered across his face. “You’re a handful, Y/N.”

“Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?” you snapped.

Chenle just stared at you, arching a brow as if the answer should have been obvious. “You and Jaehyun,” he said, “there’s some tension there.”

“Wow, Sherlock Holmes. Observant, aren’t you?” you spat, words dripping with sarcasm. “We’ve hated each other for years. Of course there’s tension.”

Johnny Suh snorted, averting his gaze as to not bring attention to himself. Chenle rolled his eyes, a delighted smile on his face as he watched you carefully, digging into his bag of chips in the meantime.

“Y/N, I think he means a different kind of tension,” Mark said.

“What kind of tension?” you asked, shocking the rest of them with your surprisingly innocent response. In retrospect, it was more because you couldn’t imagine the answer being anything past the realm of hatred.

While they all hesitated to respond, Johnny spoke up, “He meant the ‘I wanna beat you up and then have rough sex with you’ kind of tension.”

You immediately froze—long enough for Chenle to take a picture of your reaction—the expression on your face a cross between incredulity and visceral rage. You must have looked like a ticking time bomb because Mark had to take a cautious step back.

“Come again? Rough sex?” You were well aware of how strangled and pitched your voice sounded as soon as it escaped your lips, how guilty it sounded, but you couldn’t focus on that as the weight of Johnny’s words were sinking in. “Jaehyun and I?”

“Yeah, pretty much,” Johnny answered.

“That’s a lie.”

“Yeah? Then why do you two always look at each other so weird?”

You didn’t know how to defend yourself now so you just said, “He’s a bastard and I would never see him in any other way.”

“You say that now but we all know—”

“Alright, let’s drop it,” Mark said, trying to defuse the situation before you blew it up into an argument. “I would rather go rest in my hotel room rather than bear witness to a homicide.”

“Fine, fine,” Johnny relented.

You scoffed and jabbed at his foot with yours before letting the topic go. Your squabbles with them were all in good nature, but this one somehow put you off. It was like Johnny had planted the seeds and were waiting for them to grow. You were starting to mull over every interaction you’ve had with Jeong Jaehyun.

Johnny and Chenle had made a startlingly accurate observation. You and Jaehyun did look at each other for a little too long sometimes, nearly to the point where it seemed like you were basking in the attention of the other—

No fucking way.

You were not going down that path. There was nothing more to your relationship with Jeong Jaehyun than pure hatred and resentment. He was a douchebag who was intent on making you feel like shit. His only motive was to start shit again between you and Jaemin, who you would’ve completely forgotten by now if it weren’t for him.

No way. There was absolutely no undercurrent of desire that was creeping its way to be uncovered.

Or was there? a small, treacherous part of your mind offered.

You were lost in your thoughts as the coaches handed you your room key, as you waited for your roommate who was some girl named Eunha from the other school, as you made your way to your room on the fifth floor.

The only thing you could think about were those long stares, those mesmerizing eyes, and the implication behind them. You always attributed it to Jaehyun being a hormonal teenage boy, but you had to admit that you’ve seen him look at you with some semblance of lust. Perhaps that same feeling was buried far in the depths of your consciousness, too.

Could you possibly be attracted to the devil incarnate, Jeong Jaehyun?

No, you argued with yourself, and shit, even your frontal lobe sounded pretty unconvinced. He’s a petty bastard and that’s all he’ll ever be.

You instilled the mantra of you and Jaehyun being sworn enemies in your head, but you couldn’t help the fact that it was peppered by the memories of an irritatingly familiar smirk. You scowled, willing your head to get rid of all-things-Jeong-Jaehyun, but he was right there.

Literally.

He was standing right in front of you.

“Hey, neighbor,” he teased, all too satisfied with the horrified look on your face. “Guess you can’t get rid of me.”

You were falling when you jolted awake.

A groan tore its way past your lips. You made sure you didn’t disrupt Eunha’s sleep before you recounted your dream. It had been a while since you’ve had one, and realization was morphing into shame when you realized what kind of dream it was. You’ve never had a wet dream before but what made you want to astral project yourself into oblivion was when you realized that Jaehyun caused it.

After tossing and turning for a couple of minutes in a desperate attempt for sleep to overcome you once more, you came to terms with the fact that you were staying awake for now. Staying awake was worse, though, because there was no way you could keep the intruding thoughts at bay. Not with the way Jeong Jaehyun kept flashing behind your eyelids, at least.

You considered how to spend the rest of your night, surveying your options as you stared up at the ceiling:

Watch season three of Riverdale on Netflix so you could make fun of it.

Attempt to sleep, but with little success because there was no way you were going back to bed after that dream.

Count the slacks of the window’s blinds even though it would be pointless because what the fuck were you going to do with that information?

It was truly astounding how interesting your life was.

You couldn’t think clearly with Eunha’s soft snoring, so you grabbed your keys and pushed the door open carefully to keep it from squealing. After your delicate movements to escape your room quietly, you leaned against the wall and let out a sigh of relief. You weren’t too keen on someone scolding you in the middle of the night for being outside, but you needed to clear your head somewhere. You packed for weather that was balmy, but the air conditioner carried a bite to it that made you wish you hadn’t just worn shorts and a tank top to bed.

You could practically hear Mark mocking you if he were here: Are you in the right headspace, Y/N?

You shook your head, getting your provoking best friend out of there, but instead, you found yourself wandering into dangerous territory again.

Johnny and Chenle were parroting the same words over and over again in your head. You wished you could use your metaphysical hands in your head and squeeze the life out of them, but they always flew out of your grasp. You clicked your tongue absentmindedly, your annoyance rehashing itself as your mind gravitated back to Jeong Jaehyun with his stupid smirk and annoyingly persistent cockiness. It was almost pitiful that you hated his guts and yet you couldn’t deny the magnetism he carried, the pull that made your breath hitch when he met your eyes.

His presence was announced by the change in the air more than anything else. You didn’t have to see him to know he was there. You clenched your jaw; you couldn’t catch a break from him even during the ungodly hours of the night.

He was unavoidable.

He hummed with amusement. “Look who’s here.”

“What are you doing up this late? Go to bed.”

You didn’t even bother to look at him because there was one thing you were sure of and it was that you could not look at his sickeningly attractive face right now. Jaehyun didn’t move, blatantly ignoring your order. The tension was so thick that you wanted to storm away, but you knew he would follow you just to piss you off.

“I couldn’t sleep,” he said. “You should be the one resting up. You cheerleaders always train until you’re near death.”

“Can’t sleep,” was your curt response.

He laughed once, a short sound that was pretty much gone the moment it hit your eardrums. “What? You get nightmares or something?”

“So what if I do?” you retaliated, getting oddly defensive. It was a given that you’d lie about getting a nightmare over a wet dream. “It’s none of your business.”

He laughed again but this time it was lower, more dangerous. “It’s my business when it concerns you.”

“I have and will never be your business, Jeong Jaehyun.”

He leaned against the wall. “I beg to differ.”

“Then keep begging.”

“If you say so.”

“Jaehyun,” you interrupted your own banter. “What’s the point of this conversation? Just go back to your room so we can go back to not talking to each other.”

“I’m good, thanks.”

“That’s unfortunate,” you said. “I don’t want to talk to you, so go find someone who does.”

“We don’t have to talk.” Suddenly, his voice sounded closer, and you forced your gaze down at the strangely-patterned hotel carpet.

You swallowed thickly. “I’m here to clear my head. I don’t want you to hover around me for the rest of the night.”

“Actually, I had something else in mind.”

He closed in on you, one of his hands skimming up the soft skin of your arm. A shudder ran down your spine as you felt his fingers travel up to your shoulder, your collarbone, and then the side of your neck. With a swift movement, he caged you in his arms, biceps flexing as he did.

What was going on? You couldn’t quite keep up with the situation but the way Jaehyun was looking down at you made you feel hot. It was exactly like your dream—

“Holy fuck, Jaehyun.”

You couldn’t stop the words from escaping your lips when you felt his hot breath on your neck. Your head went fuzzy and you were pretty sure your knees were ready to buckle under you. The corner of Jaehyun’s lip lifted into a smirk as if he had been planning this. You mustered a scowl at him but one thing was clear: you screwed yourself over by getting into this situation.

Damn it. You knew you should’ve watched season three of Riverdale instead

Also, Chenle and Johnny were right. Not that you’d ever tell them that; put simply, you were a sore loser.

Lust was swimming in Jaehyun’s eyes. The way he caged you felt predatory, a show of dominance rather than passion. That smirk of his carved in deeper, and it only pissed you off. Yet, as much as it pissed you off, all you wanted him to do was just ruin you.

Your pride was too strong, though, and you concluded that you would rather stick a fork in your eye than let Jaehyun do what he wanted. This sparked a dilemma in your head: to fuck or not to fuck Jaehyun, that was the question. One sounded like a pretty uneventful night, while the other sounded appealing save for the self-loathing you’d experience afterward.

“You want me, Y/N,” he cooed. “I know you do.”

“I hate you.”

“Trust me, I know.”

“I mean it, Jaehyun,” you hissed. Your head was screaming at you to just go with it, but denying Jaehyun’s advances and provokes was just natural instinct to you. “I don’t want you. Stop lying to yourself.”

“Is that so? I think you’re the liar here,” he replied easily as you dodged his attempt to kiss you.

You pushed at his muscular arm but he didn’t budge. For a moment, you strongly considered just dropping to the ground and crawling out from under his legs, but you were done for. Seconds later, Jaehyun’s hand flew up, long fingers digging into the soft flesh of your face as he forced your chin upward to look at him directly. The lust in his eyes was so clear, so alluring, and it made you stop struggling for a second.

“I’m not going to ask you again. Let go of me.”

“Good, it’s a waste of breath.”

“Has anyone ever told you how infuriating you are?”

“You did. Many times.”

“Just fuck off already.”

Your words were like poison, but for some odd reason, Jaehyun was immune to it. Any reasonable person would at least flinch, but Jaehyun was so fixated on his one goal. Again, he didn’t budge. He gazed into your eyes with a fierce intensity that threw you off.

“Just let me fucking kiss you, Y/N.”

His smirk was gone. He wasn’t teasing you anymore. Jaehyun’s eyes darkened with his command.

He leaned in and you could feel his hot breath fanning your lips, drinking in your appearance. You were pulled into his trap and you hated yourself for it. You swallowed hard as all of your worries about being with Jaehyun and getting caught had started to fade away. All you could do was yield to him.

“Fine,” you whispered.

“Good girl,” was all he got out before basically smashing your lips together.

It was rushed, messy, and way too rough. Jaehyun grabbed the back of your neck, his other arm still locking you in place. Your hands moved from gripping at the front of his shirt to slowly wrapping around his neck. You weren’t sure how you felt, but there was something that made you want to tangle your fingers in his hair and get lost in him.

The moment Jaehyun’s tongue slid along the crease of your lips, you were conflicted. You weren’t exactly sure what to do so he took the reins. You wondered if he was expressing his pent-up hatred as well. It was clear in the way he was taking prying your mouth open with his tongue, snaking his hot muscle to dance with yours as if he had something to prove. He wanted you to see that he was the dominant one, that he had leverage over the situation.

But when he broke away, he flipped the switch. The both of you were left catching your breath, Jaehyun resting his forehead against yours in a feeling that had a weird sort of intimacy stemming from it. His hand dropped from your neck to brush messy locks of hair behind your shoulders.

Well, that explained why humans were so tempted by the devil.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Jaehyun grinned down at you.

You fought down the shyness that was creeping into your chest. Before you could respond, the both of you turned your heads at the sound of footsteps. A flashlight glimpsed by you when you saw two dark figures at the end of the hall. It didn’t sound like your coach, but you weren’t too keen on sticking around to figure out who it was.

“Son, how in the world did you get locked out of your room this late?” one of them asked.

“I’m telling you, I needed to use the bathroom so I went outside without my key, and then I remembered the bathroom was in the room.”

That voice was most definitely Mark.

“Hey!” the security guard scolded when he saw you two. “What are you kids doing? It’s late!”

“You’re on your own.” You pushed Jaehyun away from you and fumbled for your keys before Mark or the security guard could spot you. “Bye.”

You jammed your key in, not worried about waking up your roommate anymore. All you could hear was Jaehyun growling out a short string of curses before you shut the door behind him and leaned against it. Your head was still reeling in what had just happened, but that kiss had left you in the clouds. You could feel the ghost of his lips on yours. Dazed, you just fell onto your bed, into the entrancing clutches of sleep.

You were exhausted when you woke up, and you blamed Jaehyun for it.

You weren’t in the proper condition for training; you hadn’t gotten enough sleep and your head was a mess (well, you supposed you were the only one to blame for the latter). You forgot to set your alarm so you woke up to Eunha shaking you gently, coaxing you into stirring. She was already dressed, tying her hair up in a ponytail. You all but jumped out of bed when you saw her, thinking you were late.

“What time is it?” you asked groggily, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you stood up and tried to adjust to the morning light.

“You’ve still got plenty of time,” she assured you. “I just like to get ready early so I can go for a quick run.”

“Ah, okay. Have fun,” you mumbled before she left the room, leaving you to drag yourself around the room to get ready. You heard a knock at the door and went to open it, assuming it was Eunha forgetting her keys. Your eyes narrowed when you saw who it was. “Jaehyun?”

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” His voice was somewhere between a pant and a rasp as if he had been working out, which he probably was judging by the sheen of sweat on his biceps.

“Were you waiting for Eunha to leave?” you asked. “You’re disgusting. Why would you think about me?”

“I was thinking about how much of a bitch you are for running away and letting me get in trouble like that.”

“Pity.” You mocked a pout for him. “Now move. I have to get ready.”

“Let me in.”

You made a face at the thought. You knew where he was going with this and you needed to stop it. “No. You’re disgusting.”

“You liked it last night.”

His eyes searched yours in the dim light, looking for something that unfortunately was there: longing. You were never the greatest at hiding your emotions, which was why you couldn’t lie to yourself and refuse Jaehyun. Screw your transparency. Jaehyun grinned at your silence and took a step in your room when you opened your door wider for him.

You closed the door. “I hated every second of it,” you said in a childish attempt to get on his nerves.

You were a terrible liar.

Your back was against the door in a second. You could only let out a soft gasp before he kissed you, hands on your waist, slowing his movements unlike the hurriedness from last night. It was foreign, the way he kissed you like you were the only girl he saw. You pulled away quickly but it just left the both of you staring at each other’s lips.

“You sure about that?” His lips curled into a smirk.

“Don’t get me wrong,” you warned in a low voice, “I still hate your guts.”

“As I’m reminded of every single time I see you,” he returned coolly.

“Fuck off.”

This time, you pulled him down to kiss him again. You fisted your hand into his hair, tugging at his dark locks as your lips moved smoothly against his. Caught off guard, Jaehyun groaned, low and deep against your lips.

The two of you separated again before Jaehyun said, “See? I know you want me. Only I can make you feel this good, Y/N.”

You scoffed. “We’ll see about that.”

Jaehyun’s eyes darkened at the challenge. To prove his point, he pushed his knee up and between your legs, pressing against your clothed cunt. A gasp escaped your lips, the fingers curled in his hair instinctively tightening. You bit your lip but to no avail; a whimper escaped your lips as soon as he started pulsing his knee against you. You grabbed onto his shoulders for leverage, burying your face into his chest while bunching up the thin fabric of his shirt.

You wanted to hold back your moans because you were adamant about not giving Jeong Jaehyun the satisfaction of hearing you moan. Instead, you shifted your hips so that the pressure of his knee became more intense. Sparks flew behind your eyelids as he bounced his knee under you.

He finally released the tight grip he had on your waist in favor of palming one of your breasts, squeezing it firmly through your shirt and bra. All the while, he continued ramming his knee against the apex of your legs. He kept his eyes on yours and you scowled at the thought of him getting off on seeing you crumble in front of him. But you couldn’t stop yourself. He wanted to completely and utterly ruin you, wanted to fuck you in and shut you up.

The worst part was that you wanted to let him.

“You’re so cute when you’re like this,” he mused, slowly rubbing his knee in circles against you. “God, you’re still wearing that fucking tank top.”

“You’re such a—ah!”

He groped your chest again, thumb pressing down on your nipple. Another whimper escaped you as Jaehyun grazed his lips down your neck, nipping at the supple skin. You only got louder as the kisses turned into bites.

He ignored you and removed his hand. Instead, he tugged the neckline of your tank top down, delighted at the loose straps sliding down your shoulders. He yanked it down to your waist so you were exposed to him, and you swore you heard his breath hitch. Jaehyun pinched your nipple with two fingers, drawing out a moan that drove him crazy. He buried his face into your neck, sucking and making you quiver under him.

“Didn’t you say I had small tits earlier?” you jeered, a teasing lilt to your tone.

“Yeah, I still stand by that,” he replied, resulting in you punching his shoulder.

“Asshole.”

“Hey, I never said it wasn’t cute.”

“You’re such a softie,” you grumbled, but your voice was gentler than before. It was almost like you were warming up to Jeong Jaehyun, and you hated the mere thought of that.

Jaehyun pulled away from your neck. “Y/N, I want you to suck me off,” he demanded.

“I refuse.”

“Be a good girl and do it for me.”

You swore you’d go crazy if he called you ‘good girl’ one more time. You were pretty revolted at the thought of sucking his dick, but the way he looked so fragile under your hold made you want to do it for the power rush. It was like some cheap porno in a way; ‘College Jock Gets Sucked Off By Cheerleader.’ You bet half the members on the team beat their meat to something similar to that.

Your shoulders sagged. “Fine. Get on the bed.”

Jaehyun groaned at your approval. “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” he said, letting go of you to pull down his sweats on his way to your bed. He sat at the edge of it, tugging the elastic of his boxers down. You swallowed hard, tugging your tank top back up as you stared at his painfully hard erection springing out.

You got on your knees in front of him, lips parted in anticipation of taking in his length. Your hair fell over your face, which Jaehyun took notice of and held it back in a fist. Taking a deep breath, you wrapped your hand around his cock. It was rock solid to the touch and twitched at your grip. Glancing up at an eager Jaehyun, you pumped the length of it once, inciting a groan from him.

You wrapped your lips around the head of his cock, rousing a strangled noise from his throat. He looked down at you through half-lidded eyes, messy strands of your hair tangling in his fingers while his other hand was gripping the stiff hotel sheets. Then, you took him in fully at his encouragement (which was more of him just grabbing the back of your head and pushing it down on his cock).

“Shit,” he breathed out before slowly moving his hips in and out of your mouth. It was like iron wrapped around velvet, and he was relishing how hot your mouth felt.

He pushed your head down further and right as you gagged on his length, there was a knock at the door.

“Y/N!” Mark’s voice sounded from the other side. “Are you coming for breakfast?”

You pulled off of him with a pop, a string of saliva dripping off your lips. Your eyes were wide as you lunged for your phone, checking the texts. Meanwhile, Jaehyun just frowned down at you, looking up at the ceiling with a frustrated sigh.

“Holy fuck,” you muttered when you looked at the time. You called out to Mark, “Give me a minute!”

“Perfect,” Jaehyun said in a low voice and held the back of your head, attempting to push you down on him. “We can finish up now.”

“Are you an idiot?” you hissed, swatting at his hand. “I have to get out of here before Mark finds out you’re in here.”

Ignoring your state of panic, Jaehyun said, “You look so hot with drool on your chin.”

That was the most disgusting thing you had ever heard, and if it weren’t for Mark being on the other side of the door where you and Jaehyun were screwing around, you would have beat the living daylights out of him. Only a creep like Jeong Jaehyun could find something like drool sexy. You scowled at him and wiped it off with the back of your hand.

“Put your dick away,” you scolded. “Hide in the closet and you can leave when I’m gone.”

He rolled his eyes at you and stood up, making his way to the bathroom. “I need to get rid of the problem you caused.”

You had no time to complain about him jerking off in your bathroom. Mark was not a very patient man, so as soon as Jaehyun closed the door behind him, you stripped off your pajamas and threw on whatever was at the top of your suitcase. You brushed your teeth at the speed of light, using your other hand to brush down your hair. After you laced up your shoes, you opened the door to Mark looking at you suspiciously.

“You’re never late,” he pointed out.

“I couldn’t sleep last night,” you said. In your defense, it wasn’t a complete lie.

“Oh, by the way,” Mark started, “can I use your bathroom real quick?”

“No!” you exclaimed, pushing him away from your room and in the direction of the elevator. “My roommate, um, is… on her period—yeah, you don’t want to see that mess.”

Another reason why you hated Jeong Jaehyun was for giving you reasons to lie when you were a terrible liar.

Training was long and grueling. Your bones were mush and your muscles ached, pins and needles shooting through you every time you moved. As your teammates dragged you to get dinner with them, you couldn’t even resist because you were so drained.

The one thing you loved about training was that you could wear whatever you wanted, whereas you were confined to tight skirts and crop tops at your university. Now, you could rest in whatever position you wanted without worrying about exposing anything, so you didn’t hesitate to manspread as soon as you got to the cafeteria table.

“Did you guys hear about Jaehyun from the other school?” one of the girls gossiped. “Looks like he was fooling around with someone last night.”

You were grounded back into reality from whatever dimension you were floating about in. Your teammates were perplexed as you choked on air, hitting your chest to stop yourself from coughing. You were handed a glass of water, which you gingerly accepted and drank until your body had calmed down.

“Ah, sorry, Y/N,” your teammate apologized. “I forgot you and Jaehyun have bad blood between you.”

“You’re good,” you told her, waving it off. “I was surprised for a second, but I guess it makes sense for a guy like him to go around hooking up.” Then, silence fell. You were confused as they all looked at you with a puzzled look. “What? Am I stereotyping too harshly? My bad.”

“No, it’s not that,” another chimed in. “A lot of girls go around hitting on him, but Jaehyun never lays a hand on them. I thought it was common knowledge that he doesn’t do that sort of stuff, but I guess it makes sense that you don’t care about the details.”

That was news to you.

“Yeah,” you replied distantly. “I don’t care.”

So Jaehyun doesn’t hook up, was what you happened to hear around the grapevine, and he most definitely doesn’t hook up with his enemies.

You stood up in the middle of your dinner. “I gotta go,” you said. “I’ll see you girls tomorrow.”

You actually weren’t very sure where Jaehyun was, but you figured if you walked around enough, you’d run into him or someone from his team. You headed out of the canteen and walked to the basketball courts, expecting to see him dribbling a bar or doing reps. But the first person you saw was Na Jaemin, and he noticed you immediately, eyes sparkling with recognition.

“Y/N!” he greeted cheerfully. “It’s been so long.”

That infectious smile of his was plastered across his face, making a small one creep to your lips. If Jaehyun smiled like that more, then you could understand his charm, but he was always so moody around you. He either did something to get on your nerves or he would just flat-out ignore you. Furthermore, he always riled you up instead of offering you that warm security that Jaemin emanated—

Wait, why were you comparing him to Jaehyun?

“Sorry,” you apologized meekly. “Am I interrupting your practice time?”

“No, it’s cool. We were just messing around in here,” Jaemin replied. “Are you looking for someone?”

You looked into Jaemin’s eyes and your thoughts slowed. He made you feel safe, warm, but that was all; there was no fire, no rage, no heat. It was just a shallow attraction that fizzled out, leaving you neither satisfied nor dissatisfied. And you clawed at your brain as you wondered what you were getting at, but you knew. You knew it was all going back to Jaehyun.

And it pissed you off.

“I was looking for Jaehyun,” you said, “if he happened to be in here.”

“He told me he was going for a swim,” Jaemin said, and that was all you needed.

Before Jaemin could respond, you thanked him and turned on your heel. The pool was in a separate building, and there was no training that even required swimming, so it made no sense for Jaehyun to be there. You let out a frustrated sigh. Even when he wasn’t doing anything in particular to annoy you, it still managed to anger you.

You weren’t going to let Jaehyun do what he wanted this time. This was merely for interrogation—your own personal gain. Then, you thought it over some more, and you reasonably concluded that there was a 97.5% chance that you would not lay a finger on him, but there was a 2.5% chance you’d cave.

When you got to the facility where the pool was, you were entranced by the renovation at first. The pool was massive and the equipment was lined up so neatly along the walls. You peered through the glass to see the pool completely empty save for Jaehyun in the hot tub.

He met your eyes while you opened the door to the pool. His eyebrow arched at your entrance but a smirk settled on his lips as you neared him. You tried to push down your lust; you were not letting him get to you again. You crouched down by the side of the pool and Jaehyun moved so he was facing you, holding onto the edge of the hot tub.

“What brings you here?’ he asked, playfully flicking some water in your direction.

You flinched and scrunched up your nose at his action. “I heard you don’t do hookups.”

“You heard correctly.”

“So what am I?”

“You’re Y/N.”

You were a coward. Admittedly, you had probably always been running away from your own problems, deflecting your feelings with unbridled hate that had no direction, no meaning. Underneath your blunt and fiery front was pure cowardice. Even now, you refused to admit anything to yourself.

You didn’t want to accept that maybe you actually liked Jeong Jaehyun.

Maybe you’ve always liked him.

“Don’t be stupid, Jaehyun,” you grumbled. “You’ve always hated me.”

“I think you just want to believe I hate you. Is that how you suppress your feelings?”

“How long have you liked me for, then? Days?”

“Years.”

You paused for a moment as you recounted your interactions with Jaehyun. It was true that he never explicitly said he hated you and that you always started the arguments, but he was the one who broke off your friendship. Why would he do that if he didn’t hate you?

“You said you wanted nothing to do with me, Jaehyun,” you said in a smaller voice, fist balling at your side.

“You were going to a different university.” He ran a hand through his damp hair, and although you were angry, it was difficult not to enjoy the view. “Plus, you just kept going on and on about Jaemin, and I couldn’t even shut that mouth of yours up back then.”

“So you cut me off?”

“I felt like I was being petty, so I tried to apologize but you blocked my number and wouldn’t let me come near you,” Jaehyun deadpanned. He reached forward and grabbed your wrists, pulling you closer to him. You teetered on the balls of your feet, swallowing hard. “Forgive me?”

“No.”

Jaehyun rose up a little so he was eye-to-eye with you. He smiled at your flustered expression and cupped your cheek with his wet hand. Every muscle in your body was telling you to pull away but you couldn’t. Not when his lips were so close, when his eyes were boring into yours.

“Forgive me,” he repeated in a gentler tone, but it became more of an order than a question.

“Make me,” you whispered and Jaehyun groaned, somewhat helplessly.

“You’re going to be the death of me, I swear.”

You opened your mouth to say something more, but you couldn’t even form your words as Jaehyun yanked you forward and sealed your lips with a kiss. Before, you had the sense to try and push him away, but now you were held captive. He slid his tongue past your lips and you let out an appreciative whimper, hand sliding into his wet hair. You tugged at his hair and this time, Jaehyun was the one to react.

He pulled away for a moment to catch his breath, eyes clouding over with lust. “Get in with me,” he said, voice rumbling. You shivered as he dragged his lips down to your jaw; you could feel his voice reverberate down your spine and to your feet.

“What if someone walks in?” you asked in a daze.

“There’s no use for the swim facility, so no one’s going to walk in on us,” he persuaded. “Come in.”

Water dripped from his neck, landing on your thigh. You took in a sharp breath as his hand tugged at your waist. While the pleading look on his face was priceless, you couldn’t even ridicule him because you were at your limit, too. You let out an irritated sigh when you realized you gave into that 2.5% of you caving.

You responded by pulling off your shirt, tossing it to the side where Jaehyun had left his shoes and towel. Jaehyun watched you as you fiddled with the clamp of your bra. Meanwhile, his hands went to the waistband of your sweats, making you shudder as he tugged them down at the sides. You raised your hips to help him get them off and, after removing your bra, you were only left in your underwear to protect you from his hungry gaze.

You weren’t the type to hook up with guys. Hell, you weren’t the type to even show a guy your ankle if he asked. You thought you’d feel insecure with Jaehyun eyeing you in your full glory, but there was none of that. You wanted to know why it was so different with him but maybe it was the way he looked at you like he just wanted to kiss you. Or maybe a tiny part of your heart always belonged to Jaehyun, and you couldn’t bury it anymore.

“You’re so gorgeous.”

He mumbled the words, barely audible, but they set you on fire. He pulled you down onto his lap like you were his anchor, and you were afraid you’d get swept with the current, but you let him. You’ve only ever kissed a few guys before, so you really had no idea what the fuck you were getting into. All you were sure about was that Jaehyun could make you feel good and you were having your first time in a hot tub. You only prayed that you wouldn’t pass out from the pleasure combined with the heat of the water.

“Is this your first time?” he asked, gliding his hands down your sides. You nodded. “Then I’ll be gentle.” Truly, you did find his gesture rather sweet, but it didn’t stop you from rolling your eyes. Jaheyun saw and narrowed his brows. “I don’t hate you, but you really piss me off sometimes.”

He kissed you again. It was more passionate this time, but also harsher and messier. You let out a sound that was something between a yelp and a moan, making Jaehyun move his hands to run down your bare back. Then, he planted his thumb on your clit and pressed down in a way that made a muscle in your thigh twitch. Your grip on his shoulders tightened; you weren’t expecting that. It felt different in the water, but somehow, you couldn’t get enough of it.

“You’re wet,” he mumbled against your lips as his fingers found purchase on your slit.

“We’re in the water, you idiot.”

Jaehyun scoffed. “You know what, Y/N, you’re right, I did hate you,” he spat, rubbing small circles around your clit now. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders to steady yourself, whimpering as his movements grew more intense. “I fucking hated how you looked at Jaemin with those love-struck eyes.”

There was a shift in his usual cocky expression. He turned focused and, to a degree, angry. It was the kind of look on his face you saw when he was on the basketball court or during a game.

“You’re the one who told me to go after him.”

Wrong choice of words. Jaehyun lifted you up and placed you on the edge of the pool, pushing a finger inside you with no warning. You gasped, your mouth open to ask him why he took you out of the water, but you already knew the answer; he wanted to feel you completely.

“R-right there,” you whimpered out as he pushed his finger deeper inside of you.

He started to curl his finger whenever he passed over your g-spot, and you had to close your eyes. Jaehyun pulled his finger out to marvel at the slick wetness that coated it. Your body tingled as he slid his finger inside you again. This time, he was teasing your slit with a second digit. Jaehyun had no delicacy, though, and he all but shoved in a second finger, causing you to cry out.

He didn’t even care. You opened your mouth to call him a bastard, but all that came out was a pitched moan that seemed to float up to the stars.

“I fucking hated,” he rasped as he pumped two fingers inside of you, “how you treated Jaemin like he was the only one in the world.”

“I don’t… like Jaemin,” you got out, each labored breath of yours fighting off another moan. “I’ve stopped liking Jaemin after high school.”

Jaehyun’s free hand went to your chest, cupping one of your breasts as he rubbed circles around your nipple. You bit down on the inside of your cheek, unable to contain yourself as the fingers on your clit got almost frantic in their place, and the fingers inside of you were pushing against your walls. You felt an unfamiliar cold fire that felt so fucking good, lighting you up and threatening to spill over. Your muscles clenched and spasmed around Jaehyun, and you weren’t even in the hot tub but you felt like you were sinking.

A high-pitched moan left your lips, leaving you hot with embarrassment because you didn’t know you could make a sound like that. You fell from your peak, relaxing in Jaehyun’s hold; it felt like you were floating amongst the clouds in an almost euphoric way.

“I don’t like Jaemin,” you breathed out, still winded from your orgasm, “you fucking idiot.”

“I know.” Jaehyun pulled his fingers out of you, eyes trained on you as he licked them slowly. The look on his face was more gentle now. With his free hand, he brushed loose strands of your hair out of your face. “You like me now.”

“No, I’ve loved you for a while now.” You didn’t know what possessed you to say what was on your mind, but it surprised you more than it surprised Jaehyun. “I didn’t realize it then but… I think I did.”

Love? Love?

You thought you knew what love was. Something that you felt in your bones, that burst within you instantly. Simple glances, thoughts, and daydreams—something gentle and fluffy, but also emotionally shattering. You thought it was tender smiles, kind words, and little gestures.

But maybe that was the kind of love that led to puffy eyes, tear-stained cheeks, and hoarse voices. The kind of love that was left fruitless with an empty gap in your chest.

Maybe this was different.

It was instinctive, the way you fell for him. Like an effortless intake of breath, you were in love before you even knew it. You always thought love was a monster. Ravaging, scraping, foul monsters with jaws so immeasurably large that they would have swallowed you whole. But maybe it wasn’t the tragedy you made it out to be.

With Jaehyun it was fierce and maddening and made you want to rip your hair out. It was a violent hurricane that you tried to brave your way through. But you were blind. You were already at the eye; you had always been at the center without realizing it. And, despite all the pointless arguments and name-calling, it was the most beautiful thing you had experienced.

Yeah, you liked him. You liked how you were around him, despite how much you complained about it to Mark. Part of you refused to admit it, but sometimes the bickering was fun. You realized that you never let go of Jaehyun before because you couldn’t. You simply didn’t want to be without him because Jeong Jaehyun drove a deeper passion within you.

Your rose-tinted loving moment was ruined as soon as a shit-eating grin spread across Jaehyun’s face.

“You love me.”

“I’ll kill you.”

“You love me,” Jaehyun echoed as if he was internalizing the information. “You love me.”

“I take it back,” you said flatly. “I hate you, I hate you, and I’ve always hated you.”

Jaehyun ignored your words, his cockiness morphing into adoration. “You actually love me back.” He cupped your face in his hands, eyes turning into little crescents as he smiled. “Even though I called you a cougar for liking a guy a year younger than you?”

“Yes.”

“Even though I made fun of you wearing a push-up bra in front of him?”

You clenched your jaw. “Yes.”

“Even though I asked Johnny about you and he told me that I still live in your mind, rent-free?”

“What? Johnny said that?” you exclaimed, eyes wide. You grimaced. Johnny would be dealt with later. You placed your hands on Jaehyun’s shoulders and made direct eye contact. “Look, Jaehyun—as much as it hurts me to say this and I’d rather tear out my vocal cords—I like you. I like you so much that I don’t care about the petty shit you pulled when I liked Jaemin because frankly, I don’t care about Jaemin anymore.”

“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.”

You wanted to slap him.

“Are you just constantly horny?” you snapped. “I’m pouring out my feelings to you here!”

“I’m better at expressing my love through actions, not words,” Jaehyun explained. “Can I show you?”

“Is this another ploy to get in my pants?”

“No, I’m asking you out on a date,” he said. “Sneak out with me tonight. I want to explore the city with you.”

The offer was tempting. In fact, you found no reason to be opposed to the idea. After all, you were always down for an adventure in the city. Jaehyun being with you didn’t sound too bad either, especially when Seoul was so lively at night. Part of you wanted it purely to catch up on all the time you missed when you stopped being friends.

“Fine,” you agreed. “An hour after curfew.”

“Great.” Jaehyun flashed a grin that slowly curled into a smirk. “Now let me get in your pants.”

“Are you kidding?”

“Y/N, you see,” Jaehyun started, “I don’t hate you, but you’ve really pissed me off these past two years. We have all of this pent-up rage, so it’s only fair that we let it out on each other.” His grip on your hips tightened.

You loathed yourself for wanting him, and for putting aside the fear of being walked in on for him. You internally cringed at the thought of Mark accidentally bearing witness, and you weren’t sure you were willing to explain the situation to him just yet.

It was the price you paid for carnality, you supposed.

You sighed in a forced way so that you sounded reluctant and bored. Unfortunately, your plan backfired and you ended up feeling bad when a concerned look crossed Jaehyun’s face.

“If you’re worried about getting caught, I’ll just cover you,” Jaehyun mumbled, the softness of his voice almost putting you at ease.

You rolled your eyes. “How kind of you.” You paused and looked up at him. “Are we really going to have sex for the first time here?”

Jaehyun looked around him. “Well, I guess we could go to the hotel room if—”

“Nope!” you interrupted, wrapping your arms around his neck and drawing him closer to you. “Let’s do it here. I love the pool, love having sex at the pool.”

He rose a brow at you, hands making their way down your body. Suddenly, your realization of being completely exposed had heightened, and you pressed your thighs together. Maybe it was because your vulnerability showed on your face, clear as day, but Jaehyun smirked, further flustering you by tugging down his swim shorts to reveal his hardened cock.

It was heavy and warm against your thigh, but what you were fixed on was the v-line on his pelvis. You traced along the bone, making him shiver under your touch. You were shocked when he grabbed your wrist tightly, holding it away from him.

“You’re playing a dangerous game here,” he growled. Jaehyun leaned closer and nipped at the shell of your earlobe, chuckling as you tensed up under his hold. His hot breath made you squirm under his grip.

Have you ever noticed how insanely attractive he was? Yes, of course. You weren’t an idiot.

Have you ever appreciated his beauty until now? Probably not.

“Just fuck me already, Jae,” you grumbled out as he pushed you down onto the deck of the pool.

In seconds, Jaehyun grabbed your hips and pulled them to his waist. Without any preamble, he rammed himself inside of you. The motion caught you by surprise and you cried out, half out of pleasure and half out of pain. You were definitely wet from being fingered earlier, but two fingers were nothing compared to Jaehyun’s cock.

Seeing his cock disappear in you was enough to make you whimper. Your walls clenched around him, pulsating at the foreign feeling. You were tempted to slap him upside the head for going so fast, but all you could do was tug at his hair and wrap your legs around him.

“You bastard, I’ll fucking—oh.”

Jaehyun laughed cruelly at your reaction, partly to cover up the groan caught in his throat and partly because your attempts at being mad at him were downright pathetic. When you had adjusted to his size, Jaehyun grunted and pounded in you, hitting spots that made your limbs feel like jelly. As if that wasn’t enough, Jaehyun found your clit with the hand that didn’t have a bruising grip on your waist and pressed harshly against it.

“You’re so fucking tight,” Jaehyun gritted out.

“T-then be gentle,” you bargained, drowning in a molten sea.

Jaehyun narrowed his eyes at you. “Have you ever fucking heard of gentle hate sex?” he asked, validating his point with a particularly hard thrust.

Your fingernails dug into his back, leaving hot-white trails down his skin. You were certain you had drawn blood, but knowing Jaehyun, he’d probably feel proud if he saw it. He brought his lips to your neck as you writhed under him, biting around until he found your sweet spot. This wasn’t fair; he was pleasuring you in every way possible and all you could do was cry out as he pummeled in you.

You closed your eyes, sparks flying behind your eyelids as you felt your release rushing to you.

Then, he slowed his strokes down considerably.

“Look at me,” he ordered in a rasp. Your eyes fluttered open, remaining half-lidded as you felt like you were going to spill over. “Look at me when I’m fucking you.”

He slapped his hips against yours again, the sound of skin against skin making you shudder. Jaehyun filled you up to the brim and you were oh-so-close to letting go and falling off the edge. The hardscape was cool but you were on fire, bliss overtaking all of your senses. Your toes curled as you held onto his damp skin for dear life, not sure if it was because he was in the pool or he was sweating due to the heat you both emanated.

“R-right there!” you wailed. “Fuck, right there!”

Jaehyun angled his hips slightly to pound into you, causing you to see metaphysical stars. It was so hard to keep eye contact with him when your eyes just wanted to roll back. Jaehyun let out a groan by your ear, low and guttural. You didn’t even notice how tight the grip he has on you until he releases your hip for you to see the print he left.

You could tell he was close, but he wanted to hold on for you. Both of your breaths were labored as you stared into each other’s eyes, your body moving up and down against the hardscape as Jaehyun railed you. You tightened your grip on him, a pathetic moan falling from your lips as you were falling over the edge.

Jaehyun understood and fucked you through your orgasm, making sure you made the most of it. Warmth blossomed under your skin as you cried out in pure bliss, your vision blurring and refocusing as it flickered from normal to pure white as you rode out your high. You ground yourself back to reality after nearly sobbing out his name, the pleasure overwhelming you. Jaehyun’s eyes went hazy as he fell apart right after you did, and soon, you felt something warm spill inside of you.

Jaehyun finished inside of you and stuttered out a curse as he pulled out of you. He rolled over and laid on the deck of the pool next to you, the both of you catching your breath like you had just run a marathon.

“I have a cute date idea for tonight,” Jaehyun said after a long pause.

You looked over, watching his chest rise and fall. “Yeah?”

“We go to the store and buy Plan B.”

You couldn’t even disagree.

“Sounds good.”

Jaehyun dragged himself off the floor, muttering something along the lines of “shit, that felt good” to himself as he reached for his swim trunks to pull back on. You grabbed a towel to dry yourself off, but pins and needles shot up your legs when you tried to walk. Jaehyun noticed immediately and a smug look settled on his face again, not the least bit remorseful.

You scowled as you slipped your clothes back on. “Shut up,” you jeered. “You’re so shameless for someone who can’t pull out.”

“Oops,” he replied flatly.

“I hate you, Jaehyun.”

Jaehyun ran a hand through his damp hair, letting out a laugh as he shook his head. He picked up another towel from the chairs by the poolside and wrapped it around so it covered your head. You bit your lip as you watched him attempt to dry your hair. It was times like these when he seemed so gentle and delicate, unlike his usual irritating attitude.

“You liked it, though,” Jaehyun said. “Right?”

You faltered, looking down at your feet as he continued to dry your hair. “Yeah.”

Jaehyun smiled softly and leaned in swiftly to peck your lips, but your moment was interrupted by the sound of a door opening.

Mark was gaping at you two, eyelids fluttering rapidly as if he was trying to blink away what he had just seen.

“Y/N? Jeong Jaehyun?” Mark questioned, his voice an octave higher than usual. Realization crossed his face through a series of facial expressions that morphed far too quickly for you to process. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“Mark!” You and Jaehyun pulled away from each other quickly.

Mark paused to think his words through. “Did I almost walk in on a murder?”

You let out a frustrated groan. “Jesus, Mark, if you’re not going to read the room, at least SparkNote it.”

“Wait, so you were kissing?”

“No, we didn’t kiss,” Jaehyun assured, and you felt tricked for feeling relieved for a split second. “We actually had sex.”

Jaehyun’s words ended with a splutter as you elbowed him in the gut. Mark looked between the two of you, boggled. You nudged Jaehyun again with your foot, signaling for him to leave so you could handle Mark. Thankfully, he took your cue this time and grabbed his towel, mockingly saluting the both of you. You were stupid to think you were safe, though, because Jaehyun had to get another last word in before he walked off.

“See you tonight, Y/N.”

There was a long, awkward pause while Jaehyun opened the door and left the building. You and Mark were staring at each other but neither of you knew what to say or how to approach the subject.

“I just… I just came here to find you, and Jaemin told me you went to the pool. You…” Mark started. He looked absolutely horrified, like a corpse had fallen to his feet—no, rather, he looked like a corpse himself, like someone attempted to do taxidermy on him but did a shit job. “Bitch.”

“Let me explain.”

“Bitch,” Mark enunciated, “you just fucked the hottest guy here, oh my god.”

Definitely not the reaction you were expecting, but you supposed it wasn’t a bad one. You were glad he wasn’t getting into the whole ‘why didn’t you tell me? I’m your best friend’ rant, but this was equally as overwhelming.

Mark continued, “Wait—is that why you were late this morning? Oh my god, this has been a thing. You’ve been hooking up with him in secret, haven’t you?”

“No? Well, yes, but it hasn’t been much until, um”—you gestured awkwardly around you—“you know.”

“So you were the one who was with Jaehyun last night?”

“Yes.”

“And this morning before I picked you up?”

“Yes.”

“Are you two dating now?”

“Honestly, I really don't know,” you admitted. “Mark, please don’t tell anyone about this. Especially not those little shits, Chenle and Johnny.”

Mark gulped. “About that…”

Before you could question him, there was a chorus of loud clapping echoing from the locker rooms which was then followed by a few cheers. You grimaced as the two boys you didn’t want to see walked out: Chenle and Johnny, Tweedledee and Tweedledum themselves. They both wore cocky smirks as they shook their head at you, which made Mark a touch more nervous than he was before.

“Have anything to say for yourself, Y/N?” Chenle teased.

“Go to hell.” You scoffed and turned to Mark, narrowing in on him. “Why’d you bring them along? What are you? The three stooges?”

“We were looking for you so we could invite you to the movie night we were having in Jungwoo’s room!” Mark defended. “I swear, if I knew about you and Jaehyun, I never would’ve brought them along.”

You sighed deeply as Chenle snickered to himself. “Well, I guess Y/N can’t come to movie night since she has a date with—hold on, what did you call him again? The devil?”

“Okay, I get it!” You threw your hands up in defeat, eyes closed to show you were reflecting upon your actions. “I’m a dirty hypocrite and I’ve committed a crime worse than death.” You opened your eyes again. “I’m sorry.” To your surprise, Chenle and Johnny had their right hand up. You stared at it, puzzled. “Do you want me to make an oath or something?”

“In modern society,” Johnny explained, “we call it a high-five.”

It took you a few seconds to process their words before you tentatively gave them each a firm high-five. You blinked up at them before ease washed over you. This was how it always was, anyways. At the end of the day, no matter how much you guys bickered or teased each other, you always made up. That's what friends were for, after all.

“There we go,” you said, oddly satisfied. “For now, I’ll let go of the fact that Johnny snitched on me to Jaehyun behind my back.”

“How dare you!” Johnny gasped. “Chenle was with me.”

Chenle raised his hand to confirm the statement. “Indeed. Please give credit where it's due.”

“Alright, fuck you both.”

What the fuck even was a date?

This was foreign territory to you, but even so, you decided you wouldn’t rely on your annoying friends. First of all, you were sure they wouldn’t really be of any help and just endlessly tease you about it. Secondly, they were simply going to gradually grow more stressed (Mark), lecherous (Johnny), and aggravating (Chenle). Thus, you decided to slay the monster of first dates yourself.

Your first hurdle was looking cute. You packed absolutely nothing that wasn’t for the training camp, so you had already failed. Jaehyun was going to have to deal with you in your gym shorts and a school t-shirt.

Your second hurdle was sneaking away from Eunha, your roommate. That was a piece of cake considering how she didn’t exactly care. When you headed out of the room, wallet and phone in hand, she wished you a kind farewell, which you returned.

Your third hurdle was sneaking out of the hotel. You weren’t quite sure how you and Jaehyun made it outside without being spotted, but you were certain he must have tipped off some of the staff because there was no way the both of you could have walked straight out of the lobby without being reported. When you asked him, though, he said it was probably because you looked like the cleaning lady.

Needless to say, Jaehyun was on thin ice.

You loved Seoul, loved the dirty of it. Even at night, the city was alive and full of vigor, full of young people like you who were chasing cheap thrills. Jaehyun was a dream under the glowing lights, and you almost couldn’t believe that the prince-like boy was head-over-heels for you.

He took you to a wide alley with a night market, full of life and energy. Jaehyun was walking through the crowd and you were following right behind him, like some awkward fish swimming after a cuter, more popular fish upstream. There were several times where you almost lost yourself in the crowd, and Jaehyun noticed this. He reached behind him, still shouldering his way through the crowd, and grabbed your hand. The smell of spicy rice cakes, the numerous pop-up bars lining the alley, and Jeong Jaehyun gripping your hand—it all made a pretty eventful first date.

Jaehyun didn’t kiss you. Not once. He didn’t try to touch you anywhere that would have tempted you both into doing something you definitely shouldn’t do in public. There were times where Jaehyun turned pink or looked away from you shyly, and you indulged in it because this was a side of him you didn’t see often.

Jaehyun stopped at a convenience store before you both decided to head back. You waited outside for him, kicking stones as you thought of him. He was undeniably perfect, which you somewhat despised because you had spent the last two years hating his guts and this was an abrupt change. You were worried if he was buying you something; he had already bought you lamb skewers and rice cakes at the night market. You didn’t want to be the girlfriend to empty his wallet.

Wait—

Were you his girlfriend?

“Y/N,” he called when he walked out of the store, holding something behind his back with a sneaky grin. “Close your eyes.”

You bit back a smile and closed your eyes, holding your hands out. He placed the object in your hands and it felt light, so you were sure it shouldn’t have cost much. Although, your stomach was pitted with guilt at the thought of him spending money on you. You opened your eyes when he directed you to.

Plan B One-Step.

You no longer felt bad for him.

“Very romantic,” you observed, putting the packet in your wallet, “but thank you.”

You were seething. Your face grew unconditionally hot and you had to look down at your feet. It seriously pissed you off that your feelings were so clear right now because Jaehyun had bought you fucking Plan B.

Jaehyun seemed to notice right away and tilted your chin up with two fingers, chuckling. “Is something wrong?”

Your face screwed up when you decided on what you were going to ask him. “Are we dating?” you blurted out.

Jaehyun held your face gently like it would shatter if he applied any more pressure. His fingertips grazed the hinge of your jaw while his thumbs rested on your cheekbones. You were panicking when he leaned in, but it wasn’t what you expected. Jaehyun pressed a chaste kiss to your nose, grinning at your reaction. You reached up to trace his dimple with your finger.

“Do you want to be my girlfriend, Y/N?”

“Yeah,” you admitted, flustered beyond imagination, but you had already gotten this far so you continued, “do you?”

“Do I want to be your girlfriend?”

You wanted to hit yourself. “Fuck. I mean, do you wanna date me?”

“Of course,” he said with a laugh. “I’ve been waiting for this for so long.”

He drew you into his warm embrace and you buried your face into his chest, wondering how you hated this man for so long. Of course, when those cocky smirks and impish looks came back, you were sure you’d remember again. But right now, in his arms, you just knew that you wanted to be with him. You looked up at him, arms slung around him, and got on your toes to press a gentle kiss to his lips.

You were positive you hadn’t ever seen Jeong Jaehyun blush before tonight, but it was a sight you were sure you could never get sick of.

And you never would.

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