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Risk It All (30)- Choose Life pt.1

Genre: Chishiya x f!Reader| angst | eventual smut

Warning: mentions of injuries/blood/violence

A/N:lmao this is nearly the end of the first season yet I've been writing this story for YEARS???

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Neither of you stopped, weaving in and out of burnings, over and under rubble as your feet carried you as far away as possible. Ignoring the chance you were dragging yourself into more danger, you let Chishiya guide you.

“In here!”

It was a small hardware store, the windows were already broken and the shelves raided, no doubt for weapons but luckily hidden behind the counter was a set of stairs. You tripped up them still holding each other's hand. As much as you desperately wanted to slump against the floor and let your lungs replenish the mass amounts of oxygen that you had depleted due to your impromptu sprint you knew that safety wasn’t guaranteed.

“Help me get this across the door.” You gesture to a solid filing cabinet. Mustering up the last of your shared strength you locked yourselves in. Bullets wouldn’t get through metal that thick.

The windows thankfully hadn’t been smashed but there was no heat.

This wasn’t like the home Chishiya had made.

“Did you get hit?” Chishiya asked through a pant. “How is your arm?”

“Fine.” You check to make sure. “What about you?”

He lifts his shirt before nodding. “It didn’t reopen, it’s okay.”

“What the fuck was that.” You drop your head against the wall. “How did he find us.”

Chishiya pulled off his backpack, handing you a bottle of water. “I think he knew people would be heading there to join the game.”

You stilled, the bottle clutched in your hand. “The game Kuina and An left to join?”

“Yeah probably.” He takes another swig of the water before recapping it and putting it back in his bag. “Why?”

“What if they got shot?”

He shakes his head. “Trust me Kuina is like a leech, she won’t die.”

“But what if-“

“Stop worrying about them.” He cuts you off. “They weren’t the ones that just nearly got shot to death, it’s okay to care about them but you have to prioritise yourself. Stop being irrational.”

“I’m not being irrational, I'm worrying about a friend.” You explain through gritted teeth.

He stares at you blankly. “Do you think Kuina would want you to worry in this way?”

You hate how he makes a good point.

Kuina would be angered at the thought you were worrying about her when your own life had been in danger. “No, she wouldn’t.”

“Then forget about her for a while. It’s okay to do that. It’s okay to care for yourself.” He assures you. “We need to figure out where we are.”

You peek out of the window, dropping back into your previous position when you see nothing. “I didn’t see any signs as we ran, it’s too dark.”

He agreed. “We will have to wait until the sun comes up but whatever is going on, I think this is coming to an end.”

“You think the games are nearly complete?”

He sounds sure. “I think that we have nearly won every card we need.”

“I hope so.” You wish. “I don’t think either of us will fare well against another game.”

“We should rest.” He manages to find a blanket and a cushion, laying them down on the floor. “You sleep first we can take it in turns, I’ll wake you up in a little so we can switch.”

“Are you sure?” You eye the makeshift bed. “You’ve just come out of a game one that was no doubt exhausting, mentally if not physically. I’m okay you want to sleep first.”

“No, it’s okay.” He declines the offer. “You get some sleep, I'm going to try and see if there is anything useful here, just let me know if I make too much noise.”

“Okay.” You agree, laying atop the blanket. “Goodnight.”

“Mhm.”

Despite his warning about making noise you don’t hear anything, it was hard to drift off at first. Your mind ran a world of its own as it had you picturing the masked gunman shooting down the door any second but eventually, the adrenaline you’d worked up burned out and you were left depleted and exhausted.

This time there were no dreams, just a void.

“Hey.” You felt yourself being sat up.

“What?” You grumbled, still disoriented from your nap. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s been a few hours.” Ah, it was time to switch.

You sit up, huffing as you brush the stray hairs out of your face. “Okay you sleep, I’ll take watch.”

“Okay.” He agrees, slipping onto the mat you’d just moved from. “I found a spare wrench, it’s against the wall.”

“Oh that’s good.” You yawn, leaning against the wall opposite Chishiya. “Sleep.”

“Goodnight.” He mumbles.

It didn’t take him long to fall asleep, it made sense though. He hadn’t exactly had time to rest after his game and it was unlikely he had managed to eat anything.

That was another pressing matter - food.

You quietly looked around, sifting through drawers and cupboards. Most of it was no good, perishable foods that were so rotten they looked as if they had been there for a millennia.

At this point they probably could have been.

It was hard not to wonder what was happening in the real world, if time passed different here then how long had you been gone? Years? Months? Days? It felt as though you’d been here for at least a year but it was probably something more like a few months.

The sun was already rising, it seemed as though some days night lasted forever, an unending darkness accompanied by a few hours of dull sunshine but some days it was the opposite, a hot sun with little reprieve found in the minimal hours of darkness that coats the city.

Today seemed like the latter.

You peered over the windowsill, the city as always was dead but you took that as a positive rather than a negative, you dropped back to the floor with a thud.

It was probably weird to watch Chishiya sleep but it wasn’t as though you had a variety of things to keep you entertained, you missed the small house and all of its perks. You forgot, even for a few days, what it was like to have absolutely nothing in a world where there was no permanency.

Your life in the real world - if it could be called that - had grown dull. There wasn’t much variety in the things you’d do, you were lonely and had grown accustomed to living alone but you missed how permanent things were. You had a home you could return to, you had a job, you had people you’d interact with, the sun rose and set at a normal time, you could go to stores and not worry about the shelves being empty.

Nothing here was permanent, not even the people, that’s what hurt you the most.

From the corner of your eye you saw an object stutter in the sky, you scrambled up, your heart racing in preparation to run.

Only to see something that, for once, provided you comfort.

“Chishiya wake up!” You slap his chest.

He jolts up, body rigid. “What?!”

“Look!” You point out the window at the mass ball of flames falling upon the city.

“Is that the blimp?” He squints. “It’s the king of spades. If I’ve worked it out correctly and I’m sure I have, that means after Kuina and Ans game finishes there’s just one game left.”

“What one?” You ask, a part of you relaxing at the blimp crashing into the ground.

“The queen of hearts.”

“We should go.” He stands, brushing his clothes off.

You quickly pack up, both taking a few sips of water and halving an oat bar before setting off.

The journey to the final blimp was thankfully a short one, the game stationed relatively close to the hardware store you'd hidden in the day prior. It made sense, you were practically in the heart of the city.

“Is that-“ You were shocked to see so many familiar faces. “Arisu? Usagi?” You called out.

They both turned to you at the same time, eyeing Chishiya cautiously before approaching you. “You’re alive?”

“Clearly.” Chishiya scoffs under his breath before turning to you. “I’ll be over here.”

You nod as he walks away. “How are you both?”

Arisu smiles although it’s strained. “As well as can be, are you going to play?”

“No.” You shook your head. “I have enough days on my visa.”

Usagi shrugs. “We played a few, I think we all just want this to be over.”

“You can say that again.” Arisu laughs. “Heart games are never good.”

“They aren’t.” You agree, the memories of your own horrifying experience with the card were always on your mind. “Have you seen anyone else?”

“Like who?”

“ An? Kuina?” You ask.

“Not for a while.” Usagi answers. “I saw them both after we split up at the train station they were doing okay.”

“We were staying together.” You explains. “Only for a few days but they both had to leave to join a game.”

“The Queen of Clubs?” Arisu questions.

You make a noise of affirmation. “How did you know?”

“I saw the blimp pass over, I also saw it crash.”

If the game was over and they weren’t here that could mean….

“Didn’t you say you were staying together?” Usagi seems to notice your train of thought and intervenes. “Did they know you were coming here?”

“No.” You purse your lips. “We were hiding out at a small house type hut but the king of spades turned up and quite literally blew it up.”

“I’m sure they are fine.” Usagi rubs your arm. “They probably went back there first.”

You truly hoped that was the case.

“Thanks.” You smile at her. “Is there anyone else here?”

The atmosphere around you turned into something solemn.“Tata…he passed away during a game.”

“How?” You weren’t close with him but he wasn’t a bad person.

Arisu looks at you with unbridled guilt. “He died helping us win.”

“I’m sure he wouldn’t regret that choice.” You reassure him, it was never easy when you were the reason for someone’s death even when you weren’t directly involved in it. “I’m glad you’re both okay.”

“Likewise.” He doesn’t make an attempt to smile, you can understand why. “I think the game is starting.”

You look back to find the gates surrounding the large building open, something they hadn’t been when you arrived. “I’m gonna go get Chishiya.”

He seems to have the same idea as he walks towards you. “Happy?”

“Just peachy.” You retort sarcastically. “Let’s go.”

“Without us?” You could scream as you turn back to see Kuina and An walking towards you, both worse for wear with various cuts and bruises littering their pale bodies.

“Fuck.” You curse as you run towards them, your arms wrapping around their waist as you help them stay upright. “Chishiya!”

He understands and wraps Ans arm around his shoulder. “You owe me, both of you owe me.”

“Stop complaining.” You hiss at him. “What happened to you two?”

“We won our game but it was hard.” Kuina says tiredly. “I need to sit.”

“Here.” You help them both slump down against the set of stairs beside the building. “You’ll be okay, you will. Chishiya do you have anything to help?”

He looks at the pair before grabbing your hand and pulling you aside. “I’ll be honest. I don’t think they are going to make it.”

“Don’t say that.” You felt the colour drain from your face. “You can help them.”

“There’s too much blood.” He shakes his head. “It will be pointless.”

“Chishiya please.” You bat away your tears. “I can’t lose them.”

He groans but pulls the bag off his back. “What one first?”

“Her.” An nudges Kuina. “She has it worse.”

“Take this.” Chishiya shoved a small bottle of cleaning alcohol into your hands. “Clean as much as you can. I’ll deal with Kuina.”

“What happened?” You glance at Arisu before tuning back to An.

“They were in a game.” Your voice wavers as you carefully dab at the large gash on Ans leg. “We need to finish this and get out of here, they need a hospital.”

“Usagi and I have decided to play.” He informs you. “I’ll do my best.”

You hear him turn away. “Arisu?”

He turns back to you. “Yeah?”

“I know you can win this.”

You watch as he and Usagi disappear inside the building, both of them limping as they go, clearly sustaining their own injuries.

“Hey?” An croaks.

You turn your attention back to her. “Yeah?”

“It’s okay.” It takes her far more effort than it should to brush the tears away from your cheeks. “It’s okay.”

Arisu needed to win.

You needed to get out.

They needed to live.

You needed them to live.

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bangtaninborderland · 24 days

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Risk It All (29) - Point Of No Return

Genre: chishiya x f!Reader | angst | eventual smut

Warning: mentions of shooting and death

A/N: theres around 15-20 chapters left (ive wrote 11 of them)

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You all reentered the house as the blimp disappeared further into the city, the light atmosphere gone and replaced with something a little more solemn.

“We should get ready.” An sighs, rubbing Kuina's arms.

You could tell it was hard for the both of them, of course it was. It was no longer the worry of surviving in a game but ensuring those that you love survived too. You had experienced that before with Chishiya, albeit you hadn’t been in many games together but the ones you had are by far the ones you found to be the hardest.

Facing death was terrifying but facing death for yourself and those you love?

It was crippling, a torturous experience that no one should ever go through.

“I’ll go and shower, get all this off.” She gestures to her face, leaving the room quietly without looking at you.

An waits until the water starts to talk to you. “She feels bad for leaving you here alone.”

“I’ll be fine.” You reassure her, that wasn’t important right now. Yes, you would worry but realistically they were the ones about to be in a dire situation. “How are you feeling about joining another game?”

She shakes her head, focusing her attention on cleaning up the makeup. “I don’t think about it, I just do what I have to do and hope to make it out of the other side. I think logically so I know allowing myself to grow overly emotional is going to prevent me being able to be who I need to be to walk out of that game unscathed.”

You marvelled at her strength. “And what about Kuina? Do you think she will be okay?”

“I think that I’ll make sure she is okay.” An doesn’t sound mean but you can tell she’s serious. “I’m very grateful for the sanctuary you have given us here.”

“You’re always welcome here, I hope you come back after the game ends.” You smile sadly. “It will be too quiet without you both.”

“We will be back.” Even if you don’t believe it you can tell from her tone that she does and that’s a hope you won’t take away from her.

“I know you will. I think you should go and check on her.” You can tell from the way An looks back at the bathroom door that she wants to.

“Are you sure?” She worries. “You’ll be okay to clean this up?”

You make a noise of affirmation. “I will, I’ll pack a bag for you with everything you’ll need.”

“You’re a godsend.” She squeezes your shoulder before slipping past you, quickly disappearing into the room Kuina was preparing in.

You busied yourself with cleanup duty, wanting everything to be perfect for whenever they came back and had the chance to give each other makeovers once again. Your sister's necklace weighed around your neck as a heavy reminder of what it was like to lose family but in a way it was comforting, you were sure that she would be protecting you from wherever her soul may be.

You couldn’t help but wonder what she would think about the strange bonds you’d formed with those you’d fought for life besides, knowing her she would applaud you for being able to find the best in even the worst of times. You felt warm inside at the thought she would be proud of you.

At least you hoped she would be.

Despite the lack of clocks you’d gotten good at guesstimating the time, even if the days did pass by differently here you were sure night was drawing in.

You silently packed an old rucksack you’d found, filling it with medical supplies and food, some extra clothing and a flick knife that Chishiya had stashed away in a draw. You’d given them all you could whilst ensuring there would be enough for everyone once they returned.

“Hey,” Kuina mumbled from the doorway. “Sorry for rushing off earlier.”

“It’s fine.” You waved her off. “Are you ready?”

“Yeah, An Is just getting dressed and then we are going to leave. We aren’t sure how many people are still playing games, a lot of people built their visas up so we are hoping there aren’t too many players and that we can actually enter.” You felt guilty being one of the ones with enough days that allowed you to stay away from the games, though it wasn’t any easier watching the people you loved join them day after day. “Don't feel bad.”

“How did you guess?” You smirk playfully.

“Because I know you.” She tuts before pointing to the bag. “What’s that?”

“Everything you will need.” You open the bag to show her its contents. “There’s some first aid, some food although not much, I put a few jackets inside and this.” You carefully tug the flick knife from where you had stashed it in the strap of the bag. “Figured it could come in handy.”

She skips over, pulling you into a hug. “I am so fucking lucky I met you.”

“I just want you to be safe.” You relax into her hold.

“I will be.” She squeezes you tighter. “Thank you.”

“Kuina?” You pull back looking at her as you dare to ask in a moment of vulnerability. “You’ll come back right?”

“I will.” She comforts you. “You aren’t going to lose another sister.”

You choke on a cry as you pull her back to you. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Room for another?” An doesn’t wait for an answer before wrapping herself around you both.

You stay like that for a few minutes before you all slowly pull away, emotions calming down as An picks up the back and slips it over her shoulder.

“You have to go.”

Kuina sighs sadly. “Yeah.”

“Okay. I’ll walk you to the door.”

It’s a moment that tugs on your heart as you watch them lace their shoes, bodies and minds preparing to face a world that you have all had a slight reprieve from even just for a few days.

An opens the door, checking around the immediate area before stepping out. “Let’s go.”

Kuina gives you one last wordless hug before lacing her fingers in Ans, letting herself be pulled away by the woman in the direction the blimp had passed by.

You didn’t close the door until they were out of sight.

You slumped on the floor against the wall, the house a sad kind of silent without any of its other occupants. It wasn’t loneliness but you longed to rewind time and cherish the moments of laughter a little longer, feeling stupid for taking such things for granted.

A book sitting on the table caught your eye and you picked it up yet no matter how long you flicked through the pages and tried to focus on the words the story slipped through your hands as your focus remained with those no longer beside you.

“I fucking hate this world.” You groaned, dropping your head against your arm, the world slipping into darkness after a while.

“Chishiya no!” You screamed as he raised the gun, pointing it directly at you. “You don’t have to do this!”

“If you don’t do it I will.” A woman walked behind him, her arm rubbing across his shoulders. “You know I’ll make it hurt.”

“I’m sorry.” He mouthed. “I’m so sorry.”

You closed your eyes, preparing yourself for death.

The sound of the bullet pierced your ears, you waited for the pain to come but it never did.

You open your eyes, searching for blood only to find something that looks awfully like your sister hovering over Chishiyas's dead body.

But that wasn’t your sister, it wasn’t human, it was more like a rotting corpse that had dug itself out from the grave. Its voice was distorted as it pulled itself closer to you. “I told you I’d protect you.”

“No, stay away!” You called holding your hands up but you were powerless against the creature.

Its hands burned against your skin, you thrashed around as it pushed you down, its hand pushing through your chest.

You couldn’t breathe as it fisted your heart.

“Wake up.”

You scrambled away as fast as you could, panting for air as you registered your surroundings. It was dark but a light had been turned on.

You weren’t alone any more.

“I didn’t mean to scare you, I’m sorry.”

He was back.

“Is this real?” You asked, your chest heaving.”

Chishiya smiled. “It is.”

You stumbled into his arms, knocking him onto the floor as he held you. “I’m…I…

“What did you dream about?” He asked, his hands soft as they ran through your hair, unlike the demon that had nearly ripped your heart out.

“You- I- I don’t know.” You tried to calm yourself down enough to explain. “A demon or a creature I- I don’t know but the thing, whatever it was, it looked like my sister but it wasn’t they killed you and then they- they went to rip my heart out.”

He pushed you back enough to touch your chest just as he brought your hand to rest upon his own. “Your heart is here, I can feel it beating. I am here, you can feel my heart beating.”

“I missed you.” You cried in relief. “How was your game?”

His voice was soft, and patient. “It was okay. We can talk about it later, you should calm down first.”

You rested against his chest, the rhythmic beating of his heart relaxing you enough to get your panic under control.

Chishiya was here, alive. You are alive.

Kuina and An would be okay, they are alive.

“Are you feeling better?” He hums.

You nod. “Sorry, I’m such a mess.”

“It’s okay.” He looks around before frowning. Where are the terrible two?”

“They had to go and join a game.” You explain. “Can we go and lay in bed?”

“Come.” He stands, his hand wrapping around yours.

He pulls back the covers and helps you in before doing the same on the other side. You’re thankful as he pulls you against his chest, closing the distance between you both. “My game was okay.”

“What was it?”

“We had to answer these questions, if we got it wrong too many times then we would be given a fatal acidic shower. I watched people melt to death.”

“That sounds horrific.” You grimace, the thought alone was enough to have your breakfast threatening to come back up.

“Eh.” He shrugs. “Wasn’t that bad?”

“You seem different.” You notice, his entire personality seemed…nicer?

He nods. “I just realised a few things.”

“And they are?”

“You should rest, we can talk about it later.”

You didn’t want to rest, if anything now you were inside the bedroom you felt as though you were suffocating.

You sat up. “Can we sit outside for a while?”

“You couldn’t have said this before asking to come to bed?” He moans. “God you’re annoying.”

A smile tugged at your lips as he got out of bed, waiting for you to follow hums “Now that sounds a lot more…you?”

“Shut up.” He grumbles.

You wrap a jacket around yourself before lacing up your trainers. “Let’s walk a little?”

“Stay close to the house.” He picks up his regular backpack; no doubt filled with the very items you had given to An and Kuina to take before he puts his shoes on, securing a jacket over the top of his bag. “And stay close to me.”

“Aye aye.” You roll your eyes. “You didn’t get hurt in your game?”

“No. An wrapped my stab wound before I left and it’s been fine since. I didn’t have to run and I was the only winner.” He says nonchalantly.

“I’m proud of you.” It felt wrong to congratulate someone on winning a game where they died.

“Don’t be.” He shook his head.

“And why is that?”

He opens his mouth to say something before closing it again and shrugging. “Nothing.”

Surely with so many games starting and ending the cards were nearly collected in their entirety. “Who was the game against? Was it just people like us?”

He shook his head, guiding you to step over a rock. “You aren’t going to believe this.”

“What?” You frowned.

He gives you a shit-eating grin. “Kuzuryu is a citizen or whatever that means. I think it’s people who run it, like Mira.”

You hadn’t had many interactions with the man but he seemed as though he had his head too far up his own ass for your liking. “I wasn’t expecting that.”

“I kind of did.” He doesn’t seem surprised, you can imagine that was his original reaction the moment he saw the man there. “He played a good game.”

The air turned cold as you walked further away, you couldn’t stop yourself from shivering. “Can we head back?”

“Yeah, it’s late.” He agrees, turning you both around.

“How many games do you think are-“

“Sh!.” He wraps a hand over your mouth, dragging you behind a wall. “Someone is here.”

You stand upright, keeping your breathing as quiet as possible. Your heart rattled against your chest.

A resounding boom shook the ground, You watched as a thick black smoke covered the already darkened sky.

You couldn’t help but lean forward, watching the only home you had here burn to the ground. The safety you’d found had been torn away.

A black figure stood, gun aimed at the tank that fueled the electricity.

The king of spades.

Chishiya grabbed your hand and pulled, and you both ran for your lives.

No matter how desperate your lungs were for you to stop, you kept going.

You kept running.

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bangtaninborderland · 24 days

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Risk It All (28) - loneliness can’t be fixed.

Genre: Chishiya x f!reader. | eventual smut | angst.

Warning: typical themes for Alice in borderlands.

A/N: one more update and then everything is up to date and I can keep posting new chapters!

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"I got you some water." An smiles sadly as she places the glass on the dresser at the end of the bed, the sun just high enough to cast a dull light in the room. "You should eat."

You shook your head from where it was buried underneath Chishiyas's pillow. "No."

"Come on." She taps her foot against the floor, the old floorboards creaking underneath hers "Wallowing here won't change anything. Chishiya is slimy, he will walk out of that game, no matter what it is, without a scratch."

"Maybe not but it makes me feel better about it." You groan.

"Up. Now." This time it's Kuina who tries but unlike An her approach isn't as soft. "When he comes back you want to look put together, not be sitting in your sweaty sheets so up, now, shower, eat, read a book, cry. I don't care but get up." She throws the blanket off despite your grip, it hits the wall and drops onto the floor, her now empty hands find yours without an issue, pulling you up with a grunt.

"You're mean."

She smiles, her nose scrunching. "You're moping. Up."

"You're like a mother." You huff. "Determined."

"Well, that's the best way to be." She defends unbothered. "You're going to get up, help me make breakfast, eat, shower and then we are going to brainstorm a little as I found a few maps and thought we could figure out how the city has been divided for the next games so when Chishiya does, and he will return we have something worked out."

"Are you sure you don't want to go back to the camper you were at?" You ask, one eye open.

"Nope, you've spoiled me with a life of luxury here, up." She finally drags you up and for the first time, you let her.

Withering away in bed was definitely a depressing act that Chishiya would be disgustingly against but then again he wasn't here.

"No thinking." She chastises. "Let's be positive."

You're grateful for her, you truly are. "Okay."

"Great." She snaps her fingers, and points at An. "You shower first, we will make breakfast."

An agreed without argument, seemingly happy to be relieved from cooking duty. "So what do you want to make?"

"I don't know." She hums as she dances around the kitchen, pulling out random things from the cupboard. "What about oats and fruit?"

"When, if, we go back to the real world I am never so much as looking at fruit again." You groan, moving to help her boil the water needed for the meal. "I miss real food."

"Me too." She laughs, cutting up canned fruits - a staple in your miserable diet.

You liked Kuina so much because she knew when you needed a moment to yourself, she knew when to impose and when to let you find peace in the thoughts that have your mind whirring continuously but she also knew when to pull you out of your own head.

"Make sure you don't let it go lumpy!" She chides, stirring the pot for you when you zone out. "God, can you imagine Chishiya coming back to a burnt-down house because someone couldn't focus?"

"If he comes back." You supply.

She turned the heat down, the food was practically ready to be out until serving bowls. "He will."

"I'm sorry I'm being so dramatic about this." You apologise helplessly. "I'm just worrying."

"It's okay to worry but this isn't the kind of world where you can get lost in thought. Yes, this house is nice but it isn't impenetrable, you have to be aware." She says the words softly but you know her well enough to know how serious she is.

And she was right.

"I'll do better." You promise. "I won't be the reason we all die."

"Now who said anything about dying?" An smiles as she towels at her hair. "Let me plate this up, you two go and set out the maps."

Kuina takes your hand and leads you to the table. "So we found these earlier, we know that the border was visible from the beach so we can start there and work our way around."

"Wait." An carries in two bowls, placing them in front of Kuina and yourself before returning to collect hers along with the necessary cutlery. "Okay keep going."

Kuina smiles at her fondly as she pops a piece of fruit in her mouth and pics up a pen. "So if we start here we can figure out where the games so far have been and try and find a pattern.

"I had mine here." You pick up a pen circling the familiar locations, thankfully street signs still exist in this world. "Chishiya mentioned that the further out it got the more it looked as though the forest was consuming the city."

"Okay so." An picks up a pencil near her. "The caravan we were at was around here, the border was really close to us."

Kuina and An both mark places they remember playing games. "It's as though it's a big circle."

"So is this some kind of dome?" You ask. "What happens if you step outside of it?"

"Remember the room at the train station?" An points to the building on the map. "When we went it had been cleared out but that doesn’t change the fact that they had to have people controlling the game and I think they still do but the forest is there to stop us accessing them. Having them directly in the borderlands is too risky.”

It was a plausible theory. "Or they needed to make the arena smaller because there's no rules and no one to manage the game."

Kuina sits quietly to the side whilst you and An riff off one another until she jumps up as though being struck by some genius idea. "Wait, Mira was at the beach so we can presume she had easy access in and out of the arena - if we are calling it that - but where did she go when we all left the beach? Did either of you see her?"

You'd been so caught up in the situation with Chishiya you hadn't given it much thought. "No, An?"

"No. After Kuina and I got separated I headed outside as fast as possible. Why?"

Kuina slumped back down. "I didn't see her after that, no one had because I remember someone making a comment about it when we made the fire the same night. I thought she had died in the building but she didn't, she must have had an exit relatively close to be able to slip away unseen."

"You think the exit is near the beach?" You ask. "Wouldn't someone have found it already?"

She shook her head. "Not necessarily, we believed the only way out was through the train station so we focused our attempts there but I think there's a reason the border was so close to the beach and one of the people running this shit show happened to be there."

"It's not a bad thought but does it even matter where the exit is? I doubt they will let us walk out of here that easily. Clearly, they aren't above murder." You point out.

"No, but if we could get people together we may be able to force our way out." You all know it's unlikely but it's a hope you feel she needs so you don't argue over it.

An finishes her food, placing her spoon in her now empty bowl. "I think the only way we are getting out is by completing the cards but I do think they have another entrance and exit. They clearly don't reside in this part of the borderlands."

"So what exactly do you think the borderlands are?" You put your bowl aside, the small appetite you had already been fulfilled.

Kuina sighs dejectedly. "I have no idea but I think that our death here is very much permanent."

"Do you think we die in the real world when we die here?"

"I'm sure it's something people have considered and tried but there's no real way for us to know if that's true or not and I don't think it's worth risking it." An is realistic in a way you can't help but appreciate it.

"This is pointless, we need to go out and actually explore but we can't because there's a freaking gun-wielding maniac with a specific goal to kill everyone in sight." Kuina spits.

Brainstorming was a good way to pass the time but it led to nothing and left you feeling more annoyed and clueless than you had been an hour earlier. "How long do you two have on your visas?"

"A few days." Kuina eyes An. "Both of us only have a few days."

"You'll have to play again." The oats feel too heavy for your stomach.

An confirms it. "We will."

"When?"

"Whenever the next blimp comes, we were going to go with Chishiya but I didn't want to leave you alone."

You grabbed a pillow hitting her with it. "You could die because your visa runs out and you chose to babysit me over joining a game?!"

She bats you away. "If Chishiya dies, he won't but if he does, you'll be distraught and I couldn't put you through that."

Your heart softens at her thoughtfulness. Even in a world like this people like Kuina existed making an unbearable life a little easier. You take her hand in yours. "You're important to me too, both of you and I don't want any of you to come to harm. The thought of losing you to a game it's unfathomable. I need you both, you and Chishiya but I don't want you risking your safety for me."

"We want you to be okay." An holds out her hand and you happily accept that too. "Thank you for caring about us and giving us a place to find some semblance of peace and comfort."

"You'll always be welcome here." You hated how it seemed like a goodbye but you didn't want them to leave in a hurry and the three of you had no time to talk. "We need to do something fun, I found something I think you will enjoy."

You ignore their questions as you skip to the bedroom, pulling out the box of makeup you had come across when you tried to find some suitable clothes.

"Oh, my makeup." Kuina hopped up, taking the box from your hands to empty the contents across the forgotten maps. "Makeovers, now."

"I'll get some snacks." An taps your leg, taking the bowls into the kitchen.

"She takes care of you." You observed

Kuina looks towards the door An had gone through. "She does."

"You deserve it." You wink at her, pulling out a tube of mascara. "Do you think I'll get an infection from using someone else's makeup?"

"Can't be worse than getting an infection from the deadly games we play." She shrugs.

You can't help but laugh, it wasn't a funny situation but the reality that had become your new normal was unbelievable. "Tasteful."

"Why thank you, come here let me see if this is your shade."

"And if it isn't?" You look between the foundation and her face.

She shrugs, grabbing a sponge. "Then you'll be orange."

An laughs, carefully dropping a few packets of crackers and cookies on the table. "All you need in a world of death is to look exactly like an Oompa Loompa."

"Accurate." Kuina agrees.

You aren't sure exactly when you stop overthinking but as the hours pass the worries that had kept you chained to your bed pass, replaced by awful jokes that would definitely have all three of you swiftly removed from a comedy club, makeup that looked much better than you'd thought and snacks that were stale but still good enough to enjoy.

You hoped in your heart you'd get to have this with them even outside of this world.

Now you'd found your people you weren't sure you'd ever be ready to let them go, you couldn't say what you'd do if it came to be that you'd lose them all by returning to the 'normal world'.

"Stay still." Kuina taps Ans leg. "I don't want to stab you in the eye with this wand."

"It's not my fault you're making me laugh."

Kuina playfully rolls her eyes. "Well, I'll shut up then."

You're content watching them in their little bubble until the house starts shaking, a noise loud enough to have you all dropping down for cover.

The sound moves. "It's moving over us!"

"Outside quickly!" Kuina shouts.

All three of you scramble outside, still wary of danger. "What is it?"

"It's loud." An shouts, the mechanical whirring making it hard to hear her even as she stood behind you. "Oh my god."

A blimp passes overhead, and the Queen of Clubs card is visible from where you all stand.

"Well, that was fast." You mutter dryly.

There was a joke to be made about the situation, the three of you in full glam makeup watching a blimp pass over your makeshift house, a blimp that carried a card indicating a game where people were bound to die, but you just couldn't find it in you to make one.

Neither could Kuina or An, it made sense, they would be joining that exact game.

And you'd be all alone.

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THE GENTLEMEN - DAY FOURTY

Genre: f! Reader x bts | wc: 9.7k | 18+, smut.

Warning: cockwarming, cross dressing (kind of?), degrading (slut), d/s dynamics, oral (male and female receiving), penetration, spanking, dd/ little girl if u squint, these warnings are a mess but the chapter is pretty light.

A/N: I proofread this on a very busy bus so I hope you appreciate me. Please don’t forget that the confessionals are open. This was pretty tame but in all honesty I’ve been wiped out and wanted to write something less angsty for today. Next update will be better!

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You sat up, a little disoriented as you wiped the sleep from your eyes. You felt too hot, far too hot as you pulled yourself out from underneath Jimin. The man groaned but didn’t stop you, instead kicking the blanket off as he sprawled out over the now unoccupied space.

The floor was cold against your feet as you padded into your own bedroom, a room you’d spent much less time in lately. You’d only stopped by to get changed and shower - much like today

You made a quick affair of it all, dressing yourself in some yoga pants and a sports bra. Your hair was still damp as you tied it up, you knew it would be impossible to fix later but you didn’t care, still far too uncharacteristically tired.

You found your way to the kitchen, thankful that someone had already taken the initiative and brewed a fresh pot of hot coffee. You filled up your mug and slumped down at the kitchen table, resting your head on your crossed arms.

“If you are tired, why not just stay in bed?”

You nearly fall out of your chair as Yoongi startled you. “Fuck give me a warning next time.”

“It’s not my fault you didn’t hear me.” He shrugged, his lips turning up at the corners. “Do forgive me, lady of the house.”

“Shut up.” You groan, sipping your caffeine. “It’s too early for jokes.”

“You’re grumpy today.” He raises an eyebrow. “Sleep bad?”

“Weird dream I think.” You shrug. “You?”

“I woke up with Jin Hyungs’ cold feet on me.” He fake gags. “What was your dream about?”

“I can’t remember it properly but it was definitely weird.” You sigh.

You can’t help but stare at him, he looks so domestic as he runs a hand through his already dishevelled hair. He was wearing a large shirt and black sweatpants, it was a look you loved on him.

It was very much a boyfriend look.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” He frowns, checking his appearance when you don’t respond. “What?”

You take another sip of your coffee before shaking your head. “You look good.”

“So do you.” He retorts, wetting his lips. “Thought you were tired.”

“I am.” You nod. “Doesn’t mean I can’t say my boyfriend looks good.”

He snorts. “You can’t say things like that and expect me to have no reaction.”

“You aren’t really reacting though are you?” You argue, dropping your hands into your lap. “You’re sitting there.”

“I am.” He clicks his tongue. “What about it.”

“I’m waiting for your reaction.” You huff the anticipation of him making a move only to encourage your impatience.

He scoots his chair back. “I’m waiting for you to ask politely dove.”

You playfully flutter your eyelashes.“Oh please dear boyfriend of mine can I have a kiss.”

“Brat.” He chides as he takes your hand and pulls you into his lap. The chair is barely big enough to accommodate you both but somehow you make it work long enough for him to lick his tongue into your mouth.

You’re glued to each other's faces for a good twenty minutes as you make out, your lips red raw by the time you finally pull apart with yoongi giving one last nip to your bottom lip.

“Couch.” You pant breathlessly.

He wraps his arms around you, lifting you off the chair as he carries you through the room eventually laying you on your back against the couch. “Better?”

“Mhm.” You moan as you pull him back down to resume kissing him.

Your hips have a kind of their own as they buck up, searching for friction against his already hardening length.

Yoongi notices, pulling back. “Desperate thing.”

“Stop.” You whine in embarrassment. “’s not my fault you wanted to make out at 10 am.”

Yoongis face hardened.“Are you telling me what to do little mouse?”

You were shocked to hear him call you the pet name that jimin had coined for you but your need outweighed your curiosity so you made a note to bring it up later, if you remembered. “No.”

“No?” He retorts. “Is that how you want to talk to me?”

It was rare you ever called Yoongi an explicit title. “No Sir?”

“Much better baby.” You relaxed at guessing correctly. “Keep your arms above your head and keep your hips still, be a good girl, lay there and let me take whatever I want.”

Your mind goes hazy as he firmly plants your hands above your head. “Yes sir.”

“Such a good girl.”

He rewards you with another kiss, his tongue dancing around your mouth for a while before he pulls away, shushing the whine that you let out by training a series of kisses down your neck, his teeth catching on your skin enough to have you groaning at the slight pain.

It was fucking electrifying.

And you were sure your underwear was soaked.

“Yoon-“ You moan as he sucks a deep red mark onto your collarbone. “Ah-“

He punched your leg. A trial of spit connects his mouth to your chest as he pulls back. “What did you say?”

“S-sir.” You correct yourself. “Please.”

“Please what dove? Please stop. Keep going?”

You press your thighs together underneath him “Just please more.”

“You beg so nicely.” His praise has your face flushing a light pink. He hooks a finger in the waistband of your pants. “Let’s get you out of these hm?”

You nod frantically, lifting your hips as he slides the pants and underwear off your legs and tosses them somewhere on the floor.

He slides down the couch, half of his body hanging off the end. “Spread your legs, keep them open. I don’t want to feel you moving at all.”

You wordlessly follow his direction, your legs dropping open only to snap close when he lightly spanks your sopping mound. “When I give you an order I expect a response.”

Although Yoongi is often a dominant figure he never really strays too far into either headspace, he’s a switch of sorts so it isn’t entirely unusual for him to be the one to take the control but to have him be so strict is a turn on in ways you could never have imagined before. “Yes Sir.”

“You’re being so good.” He praises, his breath hot against your cunt. “Stay still.”

Your hands fist the cushion of the couch as his tongue laps at your damp folds, every single stroke is agonisingly slow. You try your hardest to keep your hips still despite your desperation for more.

“Fuck you taste so good.” He groans as he speeds up his movement, his mouth covering your cunt as he sucks your clit for a few seconds too short before he goes back to fucking you with his tongue.

“A-ah” you squeeze your eyes shut, resisting the urge to drop your hands into his hair. “So good you feel so good.”

You lay there and take it as he devours you with his tongue, almost cumming on the spot when he leans back to drop a wad of spit onto your already-soaked skin before diving back in as though he was a man starved.

“Yoon-yoongi.” You hiss as he nibbles gently at your clit. “Fuck s-sir I can’t.”

He pulls off with an obscene grin, his mouth coated in your fluids. “What was that?”

“I need more.” You whine, your hips twitching to search for friction. “P-please.”

He climbs up so his body is over yours, gripping your chin as he forces you to look at him. “You want my cock huh? Having my tongue fucking you senseless isn’t enough?”

You try to nod your head but his hand keeps you still. “Y-yes Sir.”

His thumb brushes over your lip. “Open your mouth.”

You part your lips, his thumb sliding almost immediately. “Suck.”

You close your mouth around the digit, swirling your tongue around the pad of his thumb.

“Fuck you’re perfect.” He compliments as he pulls his thumb out though before you can do anything he is leaning closer, placing a soft kiss to your lips before spitting directly into your mouth. “Swallow it.”

You taste yourself from where he was tasting you as his saliva mixes with yours, you open your mouth to show him it’s good.

“Such a good slut for me.” He lightly brushes your cheek, the innocent action making your heart flutter. “You’re made for me, made to take my cock, made to be my good girl and please me?”

“J-just want your cock.” You moan out, the filthy words sending shockwaves down your spine. “Want you to fuck me.”

“Everyone will be waking up soon.” He feigns a sigh.

“I’ll be quick I promise just fuck please.” You plead, all but ready to cry if he denied you whilst you were so on edge. “Please Sir I promise I’ll be good.”

“You’ll take what I give you?” He asks.

You nod. “I will promise.”

“Fine.” He sounds almost disinterested as though he is doing you a favour. “I’ll let you ride my cock seeing as your so desperate you can get yourself off.”

You quickly scrabble up from the couch when he moves from over you, giving him room to sit down but not before he pulls his sweatpants down enough for his clearly painfully hard cock to spring free.

Your mouth waters at the sight and if you weren’t at risk of being walked in on, although that no longer bothered you, you’d ask to cockwarm him.

You file the activity for another day, maybe later you could convince him to let you sit with your cock in his mouth whilst he read his emails.

That was a good idea.

Yoongi huffs pulling you back to the present. You swing one leg over his lap, your hand reaching back to hold his thick cock ready as you rubbed it against your pussy.

“Fuck.” He groaned. “Put it inside baby.”

You sink down on his length, unable to hold back the whimpers that slip from your mouth as you do, finally satisfied with being full in the way you had craved.

“Feel good?” He teased, his hand wrapping around your throat to pull you down for a sloppy kiss. “Ride me.”

He shocks you as he slaps your ass you were sure it was hard enough to leave a mark. “Yes sir.”

“Such a good doll, you’re only good for riding my cock.” He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear as you continue riding him. “Pleasing me so well, you’re a cockslut aren’t you?

You nod and moan in agreement, clenching around him as best as you can.

He slaps your ass again. “Fuck dove just like that.”

“F-feels so good.” You whimper, despite saying he wanted you to do the work he is still thrusting his cock into you as you sink down on it. “W-won’t last.”

“Cum whenever.” He carefully wraps a hand around your throat, pulling you close enough for him to suck a mark into the side of your neck, his spare hand fondling your hard nipples. “Show me how much of a slut you are and cum around Sir's cock.”

The cord that had been winding around your stomach finally snapped, your vision going white as you cum. Your body slumped against Yoongi as you grind down his cock, riding out the last of your orgasm.

You’re expecting him to let you lay there for a moment so it is unexpected when he shifts you, laying you on your back the same way you had been earlier. “W-what.”

“Just because you’re done it doesn’t mean I am.” He doesn’t give you any time to prepare before he resumes his thrusts, your body is already overwhelmed by the stimulation. “Lay there and take what I give you.”

“T-too much.” You stutter, fingers turning white as you grip his shirt in an attempt to stop him. “P-please.”

“Colour?” He asks, stilling for a second.

You whine. “Green.”

“Then be quiet and let me fuck you until I'm finished.” He punctuates every word with a harsh thrust. “Fucking pathetic, cumming before you get me off.”

The words only turn you on, your eyes rolling back as he speeds up, his skin slapping against yours as he pounds into you. “Fucking made for me.”

“Y-yours.” You wrap your arms around his neck. “Made for your cock.”

“Mhm.” He groans, his lips uncoordinated as he kisses you again. His thrusts become frantic as he chases his own release. “Inside or in your mouth?”

You still wanted to cockwarm him but the thought of moving from your current position, carefully shielded underneath him was less appealing. “Inside.”

“Fuck.” He groans one last time as he throws his head back, his seed coating your walls as he cums. “Fucking perfect.”

He drops down on top of you, one arm nestled underneath him propping him up just enough that it wasn’t hurting you. “You were so good, baby.”

You feel yourself blushing. “You were certainly in a mood, this was definitely something to do with your prompt.”

He chuckles breathlessly. “Don’t try and guess, come on let’s go shower.”

“No.” You whine. “Don’t want to move.”

He looks up at you, surveying your face for any discomfort. “How are you feeling baby?”

You can’t help but love him more. “Good. Wanna sleep.”

“How about I run you a bath and then you can nap in my bed whilst I do some work?”

You pout. “Wanted to cockwarm you though.”

“You can, I’m also plenty sure Jimin or Namjoon would be thrilled to have you cockwarm them later sweetheart but right now we have to get you cleaned up.”

“Will you at least cuddle me until I wake up?” You know you sound like a baby but it’s adorable how quick Yoongi is to agree.

“Of course.” He presses another gentle kiss to your cheek as he slides out of you, the feeling of being empty rather uncomfortable. “Can you walk?”

You nod belatedly.

He snorts making you laugh. “Good because I couldn’t carry you upstairs. Let me get you a cloth so you can actually get there without leaving a trail behind.”

You throw your sports bra at him as he grabs a pack of wipes. Giving you a few before taking one for himself.

“It’s not my fault you came inside me.” You argue as you wipe yourself clean.

“I gave you options.” He laughs, taking the wet wipes and depositing them in the trash before helping you stand, he pulls you in for a hug. “You were really amazing today. You were so good for me.”

You can’t find the words to respond, instead settling for a kiss - one that he takes happily. “Bath?”

“Mhm.” He nods, lacing your fingers as he leads you to the master bathroom. “Sit down I’ll get it sorted.”

“I can’t believe the others aren’t awake yet.” You mumble, tiredness creeping in.

He picks up a bottle of bubble bath, emptying a generous amount into the rising water. “I’m sure they are.”

Once the tub is generously full, the water is a soft shade of purple from the bath bomb Yoongi had dropped moments earlier, you climb in. Your body thanking you as you disappear under the water. “Are you getting in?”

“No.” Yoongi shakes his head as he settles behind you. “I’ll shower after, right now I’m going to take care of you.”

“So generous.” You mumble, letting your eyes close as he begins lathering up your hair.

“I’ll be quick.” He chuckles as he catches sight of your eyelids drooping. “Don’t fall asleep in there you’ll drown.”

“Nice.” You laugh tiredly.

You manage to keep yourself awake long enough for Yoongi to help you into a pair of shorts and one of his T-shirts and eventually into his bed. He grabbed his laptop settling down beside you when you argued that you’d be unable to rest without him.

Wrapped up in his bed, beside him with the scent of his shirt filling your mouth, sleep came easily.

———

“Tae stop.” Jungkook laughed, dropping the controller on the floor as Taehyung continued tickling his side. “Tae!”

Jimin laughed as Jungkook squirmed around the floor, effectively pinned down by Taehyung's weight on him. “If you piss on the floor I'm not cleaning it up.”

“Classy.” Hoseok muttered as he slumped on the empty couch.

“Jimin.” At the sound of his name being called by Namjoon, the dom looked away from the pair on the floor. “You wanna come for a walk?”

“Sure.” Jimin stood up, trailing behind the elder only stopping momentarily to put his shoes on. “Why so suddenly?”

Namjoon shrugged, pushing his hands deeper inside the pocket of his pants. “I just realised we hadn’t spent a lot of time together and yesterday we all decided to fix that so here I am.”

“Oh.” Jimin nodded. “How is all of your school stuff coming along.”

“Better..I think.” He sounds unsure. “I don’t know, I feel like it’s good one day and that I’m set on my decision but then there are times I don’t know what to do.”

“That’s normal though.” Jimin starts. “I think you’re doing something I didn’t ever want to, I was never heavily interested in academics although I excelled. It wasn't something I was passionate about. You on the other hand, you’re like a human encyclopaedia and that’s something I know you enjoy. There’s no right or wrong choice, only what you want to do and what you don’t want to do.”

Namjoon looks at him for a moment, eyebrow raising as he asks. “What if I wanted to drop out?”

“Then drop out hyung.” Jimin answers easily. “Things don’t have to be complicated, we make them that way by overthinking and worrying that every choice we make will be wrong. What matters most is that you follow your heart and that you’re happy, everything else is small in comparison to that. What are you struggling with at this very moment?”

He kicks a rock as he takes another step. “My thesis. It’s been hard to complete.”

“Why do you feel that is?” Jimin presses.

“I think it’s the topic, I was invested when I started to write it but a lot has changed since then and I want to do something different but I’m not sure if it’s a good idea to do that because I’d be discarding weeks worth of work.” They turn around once they reach the edge of the property, neither of them walking in a hurry. “But at the same time, I feel as though I’m pushing a boulder up a mountain. I keep thinking that producing something, even if it is imperfect, is better than being in the position I’m currently in.”

Jimin pouts. “Yeah, but that’s pointless.”

“What?” Namjoon frowns, taken aback by Jimin’s blunt response. “What is?”

“Your thesis isn’t pointless,” Jimin explains. “Producing something that you will be unhappy with is. This is something important, so what if you end up discarding your work? The way I see it there is no rush, if you want to restart and go with another topic then do that but once again what matters is your happiness.”

Namjoon observes him for a moment, the man shorter, smaller but still so wise. It was a side he hadn’t seen much of in between whatever sexual explorations they had both taken part in at the same time and the rare moments they had conversations alone. It was a part of Jimin he hoped to be able to see often. “Thank you.”

Jimin seems to understand the sincerity. “I’m here anytime.”

“We’ve been talking about me this whole time.” Namjoon laughs, suddenly feeling shy. “How are you.”

“I’m okay.” The dom answers honestly. “I can’t believe I’ve made it this far though.”

Namjoon is surprised by that, Jimin didn’t seem to be the type to lack confidence. “Trust me I’m surprised I’m the one here. I definitely thought Hoseok would beat me.”

“You have to give yourself more credit.” Jimin groans. “You’re attractive, kind, attentive, I know you know how to fuck.”

Namjoon splutters at that. “You can’t just say stuff like that.”

“I can if it’s the truth.” Jimin laughs. “Are you excited for it to end?”

Namjoon shakes his head in disagreement. “We still have three weeks left.”

“Time passes fast here.” Jimin points out.

The weeks had flown by, every day seemingly far too short. It was hard to imagine going back to normal life. “That’s true. I think we are all just enjoying ourselves.”

“You know I think there’s a lot we haven’t done.” Jimin eyes the elder, a plan already in mind.

“And what’s that?” Namjoon asks cautiously.

Jimin coaxed Namjoon back towards the house. “Well you’re sexually experienced now, I’m guessing you haven’t completed your prompt so let’s go make you look the part before you fuck YN into oblivion.”

“Jimin.” Namjoon chuckled awkwardly, hand rubbing at the back of his flushed neck. “I don’t think your clothes will fit me.”

“Nope, but Jungkook's will.” Jimin took his shoes off, giving Namjoon no time to argue as he shouted through the hall. “Jungkookie~”

“Yeah?” Jungkook shouted back.

“Adorable.” Jimin smiles at the ball Taehyung and Jungkook had wound themselves into on the couch. “But we have to give Namjoon Hyung a fitting makeover.”

“Ooooh!” Taehyung sang as he sat up. “I’m listening.”

“Ah, guys really?” Namjoon tutted. “Do we have to?”

“Do you really not want to?” Jimin asks again, this time his tone is serious. “If you feel uncomfortable or if I’m crossing a line let me know and I’ll back off.”

“No.” Namjoon says after a minute. “I suppose I can tolerate one day of dress up.”

Jimin’s eyes brighten. “Great.”

Namjoon watches the three of them argue about what theme they should go for before dragging him upstairs into Jungkook's bedroom.

“Do you have any final requests?” Taehyung asks, Jimin already rifling through Jungkook's pants.

Namjoon stops himself shaking his head when he catches sight of his now clear nails. “Can I uh borrow some-“

Taehyung understands instantly. “Of course! Do you want me to?”

“No.” Namjoon declines softly. “For YN later.”

“What do you have planned?” Jimin asks from his position elbow-deep in Jungkook's closet.

“Nope.” Namjoon refuses. “My prompt is mine and mine alone.”

“That was hot.” Jungkook nods, mouth wide open.

Taehyung snorts. “You definitely have some kink for authority.”

“I have a kink for sexy men.” Jungkook argues. “Sue me.”

“Ah, that explains it.” Seokjin mutters from the doorway, Jimin bangs his elbow against the door as he startles at the unexpected presence.

“You scared me.” Namjoon huffs. “You okay Hyung?”

“Yeah….” The eldest trails off. “Have you seen Yoongi and Hoseok?”

“Yoongi Hyung kidnapped YN and Hoseokie Hyung was showering.” Taehyung supplies. “We are helping Namjoonie with his prompt.”

“Exciting.” Seokjin smiles.

The room is in disarray as Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook dress and sundress the academic. Clothes are discarded into three piles on the bed the options clearly being yes, no and maybe. Jimin had spearheaded the entire makeover with Taehyung and Jungkook being diligent helpers.

Through it all, despite the ordeal taking over an hour, Seokjin had sat and watched them with a warm smile.

“I look stupid.” Namjoon turns away from the mirror. “I think I’ll just change.”

“I don’t think you should.” Jin disagrees. “You look good.”

“Oh.” Namjoon purses his lips. “It’s not too much?”

“Not at all.” The eldest stands, arms crossed against his chest. “The makeup looks great too.”

Namjoon turns back to the mirror, assessing himself once more. “My body just isn’t really made for this.”

“Why?” Jungkook asks, his head peeking out from where he had snuggled up behind Taehyung.

Namjoon looks at himself, trying to find the right words. “I’m bigger, size wise I’m bigger. These things don’t look as good on me as they would someone like Tae or Jimin. My shoulders are far too broad and I have too much muscle to pull off dainty clothing.”

“Hyung our size isn’t that different.” Jungkook mutters, his tone forcing Namjoon to regret every word that he had let slip. “Does that mean those clothes look stupid on me?”

“fuck I’m sorry it came out that way, of course, you don’t look stupid.” Namjoon rushed to fix it. “You're beautiful kook. You could wear a trash bag and still look ethereal.”

“But that’s not true if we go by your philosophy.” Jungkook's voice has an edge to it. “By your philosophy, having muscles or being a bigger frame means you can’t wear clothing that is pretty so therefore unless I dress masculine I’m going to look stupid.”

Namjoon is flabbergasted, his lips pressed shut. He had no response, not when Jungkook was making a fair point. “I’m sorry.”

“You don’t need to apologise for having your own views on things.” Seokjin interrupts. “But you do need to be mindful when you say things, just because you have a particular belief it doesn’t mean everyone else follows that.”

“I know.” Namjoon can’t help but chew on his lower lip, feeling chastised. “But Jungkook, I meant it when I said that you are beautiful no matter what you wear.”

Jungkook tips his head to the side. “If you believe that about me then why not about yourself?”

The truth isn’t always an easy answer but for the first time in a long time, Namjoon feels as though he trusts those around him enough to be honest about some of his deepest insecurities. “Because you are beautiful, I knew I was coming here at a disadvantage as I didn’t have as much experience as the rest of you but when I met you all in person it was like being inside of a magazine shoot.” He chuckled but it’s rather sad. “I feel inadequate in more ways than one. I truly don’t know how I’ve gotten so far in the competition when I’m against you all.”

“Oh, Hyung.” Taehyung whispers. “You’ve felt like this since we all met?”

“Yeah.” Namjoon sighs, hands playing with the fishnets currently clinging to his legs.

Namjoon doesn’t have a moment to think before everyone clambers over the furniture to pull him into a hug. Despite the others gripping onto the academic for dear life Jungkook managed to worm his way so his head was resting against the elder's shoulder, leaning up enough to whisper in his ear at a level no one else could hear. “You are beautiful Hyung, you’re beautiful and you’re sexy. Whatever you choose to wear you look amazing and you absolutely could never look stupid. You aren’t too big, you aren’t too muscly, you’re perfect. You’re my perfect hyung, my perfect Namjoonie hyung. My pretty hyung.”

Namjoon ignored the blush spreading across his face as he nuzzled into Jungkook, letting himself be taken care of if just for a moment.

————-

You feel yourself being pulled from your dream as Yoongi mumbles above you. “Baby you should wake up. It’s past lunchtime.”

“I was having a good dream.” You pout. “What’s the time?”

Yoongi looks back at the clock. “1:35 pm”

“I slept for hours.” You groan, pushing yourself up enough to switch your back against the headboard. “Did you finish your work?”

“All done.” He smiles, kissing your cheek before extracting himself from the bed. “How about you go brush your teeth and I’ll cook some lunch?”

“Is my morning breath THAT bad?” You joke, face falling flat when Yoongi nods.

“You said it, not me.”

“Shut up.” You chuckle, finally managing to pull yourself out of the bed. “I want waffles.”

“Whatever she wants, she gets.” Yoongi smiles.

You bite back a smile, feigning ignorance as you pucker your lips. “A kiss?”

You don’t move as he pushes you back with a hand to your mouth. “Whatever she wants, she gets, except for that.”

“Ass.” You laugh as you slip down the hall into your own bedroom to freshen up.

When you finally emerge into the kitchen, still clad in Yoongi t-shirt but this time in your own pants. The scent of freshly cooked waffles wafted through the hall, bringing you to where Yoongi was setting down a plate of waffles, the table set with a few more plates, sauces and a small tub of ice cream. Hoseok and Seokjin are already at the table, both of them filling up their own plates. “Just in time.”

“This looks amazing, thank you Yoon.” You give him a chaste kiss before taking your seat.

Cold waffles were definitely not as appealing.

“Sleep well?” The dominant asks, you can tell from the smug look on his face he is aware of what activities you and Yoongi had gotten up to. “I was awoken this morning by some strange noises.”

Seokjin looks between you before turning his attention back to his pancakes with a disapproving shake of his head. “I just want one meal.”

“Yeah, Hobi give Jinnie his one meal.” You stick your tongue out, taking another bite of your waffles.

Yoongi sits at the table, taking a few waffles and a tangerine. “Where are the others?”

“They will be down in a moment,” Seokjin responds around a mouthful of food. “Is there any juice?”

“I’ll get it.” You search for the source of the voice behind you only to find Taehyung skipping into the kitchen with a grin. “Do we need glasses?”

“Yes please.” Hoseok sings, standing up to help Taehyung.

You take another bite of your waffles, swallowing it just as Jungkook and Jimin step into the room. Namjoon hid behind them.

“What’s this?” Yoongi asks, gesturing his fork between the trio. “Why is Joon hiding?”

“Hyung wanted to try something different today.” Jungkook announces before stepping aside.

Your mouth drops open, you were sure your jaw was seconds away from dropping off and rolling across the floor but you didn’t care.

Not with Namjoon looking like that.

He has fishnets on, black ones that clung to him as though it was a second skin. A pair of black leather shorts came up to his middle thigh, and the white shirt he wore was pulled in tight by the black corset laced around him. The only accessory was the collar around his neck, a large silver ring resting in the middle of it.

The room was silent but it only took one glance around to see everyone’s expressions.

All of them look the same, looking hungry to devour the academic.

Without a second thought, you push your chair back, walking with determination as you carefully nudge past Jimin to reach the academic. “Please tell me this is for your prompt and that you’re going to fuck me in this.”

Hobis eyes widen. “Clearly shame has left the building.”

“We fuck on live TV.” Yoongi deadpans. “Shame was never in the building to begin with.”

Jungkook snorts from beside you, Taehyung and Jimin laughing somewhere in the corner of the room but you just can’t take your eyes off Namjoon.

“Do you like it?” He asks sheepishly.

“Love it.” You nod your head absentmindedly. “Upstairs now?”

Namjoon smiles softly, a contradiction to his darkening eyes. “I don’t know sweetheart, you didn’t finish your food.”

“Not hungry.” You shake your head, eyes glued to his thighs and the shorts covering them.

Namjoon takes a step closer, his lips brushing against your cheek as he whispers in your ear. “Be a good girl for Daddy and finish your food. Don’t make me take you over my knee.”

“You can’t say stuff like that to me whilst you look like that.” You pout. “Please.”

“Sit down and eat Princess. Want me to feed you?”

You nod before you fully process his words. “Only if I can sit in your lap.”

“Since when do you bargain?” He chuckles, guiding you to your chair. He sits down before you, securing you in his lap with an arm around your middle.

You can’t help but love the way the seven men turn their attention to you as you proudly declare. “Since I get everything I want.”

“Baby’s gotten too spoiled.” Jimin tuts.

“Come on.” Namjoon whispers into your ear. “Eat up, daddy has plans for us.”

If anyone at the table notices you squirming around as you reluctantly swallow down mouthfuls of food, no one comments on it.

“I’m finished, can we go now?” You petulantly ask.

“Clean up your mess baby.”

“But-“

“Do you want a punishment?”

“No.” You huff despite how childish the act was.

Namjoon released his grip on your waist, a silent nudge to tell you to clean your plate. Really the task was small, it was no bother and under normal circumstances you were happy to help with the house chores but this wasn’t normal circumstances, Namjoon being dressed like that wasn’t normal circumstances.

You weren’t sure if you wanted to fuck him or be fucked by him.

“Finished.” You step aside to show him the clean dishes. “Now can we go?”

Namjooned hummed causing you to whine. “Joon.”

“She’s going to explode if you don’t take her upstairs.” Jungkook snorts.

“Shut up.” You shoot back. “I’m not that desperate.”

“You are.” Because of course Taehyung sides with Jungkook.

Namjoons face gets brighter. “Okay let’s go.”

“Fucking finally.” You huff as you run up the stairs two at a time blocking out the not-so-silent snickers coming from those still at the table.

Namjoon closes his bedroom door once you enter, finally giving you a moment to take him in as he stands before you.

“You look so good” You breathe.

He throws his head back with a small laugh, one that seems too forced. “Thank you, baby girl.”

“Are you okay joonie?” You check in, taking his hand gently. “We don’t have to do anything.”

“It’s not that.” He shakes his head, his thumb rubbing against your hand. “I don’t normally dress like this.”

“Is it for your prompt?” You ask, he shrugs.

You roll your eyes playfully. “Either way you look amazing and I’m so happy you let me see you like this but if it’s something that makes you uncomfortable then it’s okay.”

“I think I enjoy it.” He mumbles hesitantly. He uses one hand to wrap around your middle, pulling you closer. “Ah I’m getting too emotional, come on come here.”

“Hey.” You place a hand on his shoulder effectively stopping him. “Don’t brush over how you feel. We don’t do anything unless you’re 100% sure you want it.”

There’s a pregnant pause where he doesn’t speak, a silence you don’t try to fill as he looks down where his thumb is drawing patterns on your skin.

He sounds so quiet. “Do you find me attractive?”

“I was frothing at the mouth to have you down there.” You smile reassuringly. “You look amazing in whatever you wear, I can’t believe I’m so lucky I get to have you.”

“You have five other boyfriends wh-“

“Shut up.” You cut him off, ignoring the frown he gives you. “I have many boyfriends and you are one of them, one I’m extremely proud of and will continue to be proud of even once the show is over.”

“I-“ he starts, eyes glassy as he looks at you. “I adore you.”

“Oh, my joonie.” Your heart warms inside of you, the sincerity in his declaration is nothing short of moving. “You’re perfect.”

“So sweet for me.” He squeezed your hip gently. “You know I heard a whisper earlier that you wanted to cockwarm today. How true is that dove?”

You frown a second before fixing your face, it was the second time today you’d been called a name that another gentleman had given you. “Dove?”

“Mhm.” He hummed. “You didn’t answer my question.”

“Sorry daddy.” You pout.

“Come on.” He brings a hand up to your face, his thumb tracing over your lips. “How about you call me by my name today?”

You nod, stilling as he pushes his thumb into your mouth.

Your mind leaves your body for a moment as he explores the inside of your mouth with the digit, the room coming back to you as he pulls it out. “So cockwarming. Do you want to?”

“Want to.” You gasp. “Please?”

“Such a good baby girl, of course you can. You just need something to keep that pretty mouth of yours occupied don’t you?” He keeps his fingers laced in yours as he walks over to the desk, pushing the chair back and taking a seat. The shorts are tight on his thighs as he spreads them as far as he can. “I’m your knees pretty, how are you supposed to suck my cock if you’re all the way up there?”

You drop to your knees with a whimper. “You look so good.”

“Don’t be a whiny baby.” He chides. “You want it?”

You watch as he brings his free hand to palm at his cock. “I want it.”

“Take it out then.” He says as though it’s the most obvious step.

He lifts his body up a little as you pull the shorts down, smirking shyly as your eyes widen at the site of his semi-hard cock straining against the fishnets.

He had no underwear on.

Fuck.

“Please.” You’re desperate enough to beg, the sight of his length trapped in the stockings is enough to have your mouth watering. “So perfect, please. Fill my mouth?”

“As you wish.” He wraps a gentle hand around the back of your neck, pulling you closer to him until you’re able to wrap your lips around him, taking in his length as far as you can. “Get comfy but no sucking. I want you to keep me warm, understand?”

You do your best to nod given your position, you wiggle around a little until you find a spot comfy enough. Your head resting against his thigh, the slightly rougher material of his shorts rubbing against your cheek as you let yourself enjoy the weight in your mouth.

“If you want to stop what do you do?” He asks, a hand running carefully through your hair as you tap his leg three times. “Good girl, so good for me dove.”

You whine around him, the feeling clearly enough to have him losing his restraint, thrusting up into your throat once. “Quiet baby, if I have to tell you again I’ll have to put you over my knee.”

You clenched your thighs together, wishing you could bite your tongue to prevent any other noises from slipping through, part of you wanted to be so good and please the man above you, but the other part wanted to whine again, to demand that he touches you, to give him a reason to pull you over his knee and spank you until your ass is 20 different shades of red.

As worked up as you are you soon feel your mind quieting, his continuous touches and murmurs bringing you nothing but comfort. He had picked up a book, one he had been reading for a while as you sat with his cock in your mouth.

You were sure from the way he tightened his grip on the book he was struggling not to fuck into your mouth but you loved that he was holding out for your enjoyment which is why when he finally tapped your face, pulling you off him all whilst shushing your complaints you weren’t upset.

He stands up. “I want to cum down your throat. Does my baby think she can take that?”

“Y-yes.” Your throat is a little hoarse but you manage to get the words out without trouble. “I can.”

“Open then.” He rubs his cock along your lips, once again pushing inside but this time with a little more purpose. His thick cock hit the back of your throat continuously, hard enough to have your hands griping his thighs in an attempt to give you some reprieve but he didn’t care.

He was relentless as he chased his own pleasure and it was a fucking beautiful sight to see especially as the ring on the collar he adorned around his neck jingled with every thrust.

“So. fucking. good.” punctuated each word with a rough thrust, on the last one his hand hold your head in place as he coats your mouth in his seed. “Swallow for me, show Daddy how good you are.”

You were sure your eyes rolled back as you gulped down every drop of cum he gave you, relishing the salty taste against your tongue. He pulls away, grabbing a pack of wipes you hadn’t seen from the bed. “T-thank y-y-ou.”

“You did amazing, baby, I'm so proud of you, so so proud of you.” You let yourself slump against him as he tried his best to clean your front with the wipes. “I think you’re going to need a shower, my love.”

“Can you carry me daddy?” You ask tiredly, the words coming out pitchy.

He turns, his gaze turning stern. “Ask nicely and daddy might.”

“Please Daddy, carry me to the shower? ‘m too tired.”

“Whatever you want, baby girl.” He is quick to wrap a hand under you, pulling you up bridal style against his chest. “Let’s get my baby clean.”

You preened at the way he so obviously claimed you as his, the words repeating in your mind as he prepared the shower.

He steps in first, insisting you rest against him.

“This is the third shower I’ve had today.” You huff as Namjoon pulls you into his arms, hot water cascading down his face.

His hands are soft as they trail up and down your back. “It’s not my fault you’re messy.”

“Not my fault you look as good as you do.” You shrug, dropping your head on his shoulder.

You loved these moments, despite how much you truly did enjoy every single intimate act with all seven of them you truly cherished the moments where you all shared soft touches, lazy kisses, words of praise and affection and comfortable silence that made you feel as though you were always where you were supposed to be.

It was as though everything you’d ever wanted was right there, fitting into place.

With you being right at the centre.

“Baby?” Namjoon whispers tentatively.

“Hm?” You kiss his chest.

“I love you.” He whispers quietly, your heart rattling against your chest. “Thank you for being so amazing.”

“I love you.” You giggle, shoving yourself into his neck to hide your blush.

—————-

The rest of the day was spent in a calming haze. Dinner, as always, was an affair filled with laughter or discussion but afterwards, the house fell into a subtle silence.

It was a new kind of atmosphere but not an unpleasant one, everyone hovered around one another. Not in an overbearing way but at some point every few hours you’d see all seven of them come into the living room where you had settled down to enjoy a Hunger Games movie marathon with the others needing to work or simply want alone time.

When you’d first started the show you’d worried, about trivial things like what if you didn’t get along or what if it was too much.

You were a person who needed your own space but you were thankful you were surrounded by people who not only respected that but understood that.

“It’s getting late.” Hoseok shuffled into the room just as the second movie ended.

“What’s the time?” You frown, the sky had long gone dark.

He gestures to the TV “11 pm. Were they good?”

“Yeah.” You sit up, giving Hoseok enough room to sit down where your feet hang off the couch. “Are you okay?”

“I am.” He smiles. “I thought we could talk and maybe try something new tonight. No pressure though.”

You turn your attention to him, pausing the TV where the end credits are still rolling. “I’m open.”

You know him well enough to know when he’s bordering on the line of being in a more dominant headspace, you know yourself well enough to know the stirring in your stomach was a good thing. “Good. How are you feeling today?”

“I’m okay.” You confirm again. “I felt tired but I’m green.”

“Okay then.” He sits up straighter, his gaze focused on you. “I thought that today we could try something simple, a bedtime routine of sorts. I’ve let the others know that I’m stealing you for the night and they are okay with it.”

You nod, simply because it doesn’t feel right to interrupt him.

“I don’t have a great scene in mind, we will start with you kneeling and then go from there. How do you feel about that?”

“Good.” You confirm.

“Good?” He repeats.

You correct yourself instantly. “Good Sir.”

“Good girl.” He praises. “Now would you like to go to do it in Sir's room or your own?”

You weren’t sure what would be the best choice, although he said he didn’t have a grand plan you were sure he still had a vague idea of what he wanted to do and where. You didn’t want to disturb that. “Can Sir choose?”

“Don’t want to make any decisions hm?” He murmurs, his voice soft. “Sir will choose for you.”

“Thank you.” He stands up, watching you expectantly as you copy his movements.

“When we scene like this I want you to remain silent, you’ll only talk when I tell you to. You will keep your head down and will not look up unless I allow you to and when I allow you to walk you’ll always remain a step behind me. If you need something urgently you may call my name or use your safeword. Do you remember your nonverbal safe word?” He checks, forever the cautious dom.

“Yes Sir.” You confirm.

“Show me.” He demands.

You step forward, tapping his arm three times the way he had instructed you to do so.

He murmurs in approval, “And what’s the other one?”

You step forward again, pinching him as hard as he had told you the first time he had this conversation with you, he shook his head at the way you were unable to hide your smile as he hissed but he didn’t say anything so you guessed it was okay.

“Good.” He takes a few steps ahead of you, leaving a small gap between you both as he directs you to the stairs. He reached back his hand. “The next time we do this I will have a blindfold ready but for now just keep your head down and follow my steps.”

You try to not think of the implications of wearing a blindfold up the stairs as you take his hand, letting him pull you wherever he chooses.

You loved the subtle ways in which Hoseok had made the bedroom that had been allocated to him truly his own, small art prints now covered a patch on the wall, his room was extremely clean but also looked lived in.

“Kneel.” He pointed to a patch on the floor, you sunk down, facing the window. “I will be back, do not move. Whilst I’m gone I want you to think about three things that you’d like for me to take control over during the time we will spend on non-sexual dominance.”

“Yes Sir.” You reply curtly.

“Good girl.”

The room is silent without him shuffling around behind you but you use that silence to focus. There weren’t many things you’d actually had in mind when you’d agreed to try non-sexual dominance with Hoseok. In fact you’d agreed to try it mostly because it would be a time you didn’t have to think which is what made this a challenge.

You were sure that was his point but a massive part of you didn’t want to fail at something that should come easily to you.

Being dominated sexually was entirely different to the feeling you had during moments where one of the others would integrate that into daily life like when Yoongi would choose your clothes, or Seokjin would decide what to make for breakfast, ultimately piling food onto your plate until it resembled a miniature mountain but it wasn’t something you’d let yourself indulge in, you didn’t want to be a burden.

Hoseok's tone was serious when he entered the room. “Have you done what I asked?”

“Yes Sir.” You nod before changing your mind, unsure whether he is actually looking at you.

“Tell me.” He instructs, still shuffling around behind you.

“The first one is for you to decide what I eat.” You list confidently, it was an easy one and something you already knew you’d enjoyed. “The second is asking for permission to use the restroom, but I wouldn’t like this all the time.” You quickly amended. “The last one, I don’t know if it’s okay Sir.”

He makes an interested noise. “Continue.”

“I’d like to ask you before doing anything with the others, again only on days we chose to do this and only if they are okay with it Sir.”

“Look at you being so thoughtful.” His tone was teasing but you could tell it was said with sincerity. “I will consider them and then we can have a discussion tomorrow but for now I want you to slowly stand up.”

You did as he asked, thankful for the warning to stand slowly as your legs came back to life from where they had been underneath you.

“Turn around and face me, I’m going to get you dressed.” You smile at the thought of the dom taking the time to choose an outfit for you to sleep in. “What’s your colour?”

“Green Sir.” You whisper, not wanting to break the calming atmosphere.

He smiles at you as he takes a step back to the bed, picking up the black camisole and short set you had yet to find time to wear. “I’m sad I’ve never seen you in this before.”

You weren’t sure if you were allowed to respond, your choice to remain silent proved to be correct when he continued talking.

“Arms up.” You raised your arms, giving him easier access to life with your- Yoongis - shirt over your head. It’s obvious he has experience doing this, the way he makes swift work of undressing you and redressing you, smoothing out the creases in your shirt, his touches soft and his gaze unwavering from where it lies on your face. “How do you feel?”

“Good Sir.” You loved how careful he was, even in non-sexual moments he made sure you were feeling positive and safe.

He cups your face, the casual move a lot softer than you were used to when you were with him as a submissive. “I want you to go and brush your teeth and wash your face. Once you are finished you will take your clothes - and mine - to the washroom. You’ll separate them into the correct colours and then come back here. If I am not back by the time you finish I want you to kneel beside the right side of the bed. Do you understand?”

“I understand Sir.” You answer prematurely before backtracking. “Should I put the clothes on or just inside the basket?”

“Next time I ask you something I expect to consider it properly. When you answer a question I want you to be sure of your answer, answering too fast can lead to unwanted situations.” He scolds gently. “As for your question, which next time you will request permission to ask, I would like you to simply put them in the basket.”

“I’m sorry Sir.” You pout. “I’ll think longer next time.”

“Yes, you will.” He says surely. “You’re doing amazing, now hurry along.”

You don’t say anything else before backing out of the room, set on doing what was asked of you.

You watched the water hit the sink as you cleaned your teeth, the floaty headspace you often felt after a scene with Hoseok had begun to make its presence known. You were sure the entire thing was service submission, something both Hoseok and Jimin had discussed with you before but you found yourself truly enjoying it.

You finished preparing for bed in no time, finding the bedroom empty as you grabbed the clothes Hoseok had placed in a messy pile on the bed. You were sure he had done it so you had to pull them apart in order to sort them the way he had instructed you to but you wouldn’t complain, not when you had no reason to.

The task he had given you was simple enough that it only took you a few minutes, you made a point not to rush. You weren’t entirely sure Hoseok would be happy with you running around to fast-track the tasks he gave you.

You couldn’t bite back the smile that spread across your lips when you got back to the room and found Hoseok sitting on the bed. Despite his fresh face and pyjamas he still excluded a dominant aura, one that you couldn’t resist.

“Come and kneel between my legs sweetheart.” He held a hand out.

You slipped your fingers between his, letting him guide you down on the floor where he wanted you. You were sat between his legs, his height working in his favour as your head levelled comfortably with his thigh. “Rest your head against my leg.”

You let yourself relax against him, his hand carding through your hair as you let your eyes close. The world around you drifted away, the only thing in your vision was him, his touch, the smell of his body wash, the feeling of his thigh touching your face. “Have you had a good day?”

You can’t muster the energy to talk so you settle for a lazy nod, your tongue feeling heavy.

“Feeling floaty?” He asks, his voice nothing more than a whisper.

“Mhm.” You sigh, letting your eyes drift close.

You weren’t sure it was possible to feel even more relaxed than you already did but somehow you slipped into an even quieter sleep.

One that got disturbed too fast.

He apologised as he helped you stand, everything still a blur. “Sorry, let’s get you into bed hm?

“Mine?” You pouted not wanting to be away from the man.

You relaxed only when he shook his head, laughing under his breath. “No, mine sweetheart.”

You loved the sound of that, in fact, the feeling of being inside Hoseok's bed with him beside you, whispering words of praise whilst you slipped into another sleep, this one absolute, was what you were sure to be heaven.

Your own personal heaven.

And Hoseok was the angel that guarded its doors.

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JHS - Twisted Feelings (15)

Summary: After working at an award show for 2 years everything had become normal, idols were no longer exciting to see, performances became dull and every day blended together, that was until an unexpected man asked for your help.

Warning: themes of stalking.

A/N: it was my grandmas funeral today, I felt bad not posting. I’ll trying to get my shit together lol.

Ch.14 | MasterList | Ch.16

It had taken you twice as long to pack everything thanks to the continuous throbbing on your side and because you’d refused help. Hoseok had cancelled your Saturday session with Jungkook asking to do your Sunday session over video call.

You were thankful for the time it gave you to prepare for the move, all you had to do was find a moving company and everything was set. In all honesty you were excited about the prospect of a new apartment, it was significantly nicer than the one you had now but you couldn’t help feeling sentimental.

This was the first thing you had for yourself after leaving home. The first place you convinced a landlord to let you rent as an immature adult, the first place you’d brought a doormat for, the first place you’d had a taste of independence at.

It would be a place you missed but not a place you wished to return to.

You limped your way up the stairs, the thought of taking the elevator alone making your stomach churn uncomfortably. The halls were bare which wasn't weird for 8am on a Monday, with everyone either busy with a schedule or at home not yet being required to work. You still had 30 minutes until you were due to have your class with Hoseok which was definitely a blessing as you continued to hop your way to your ‘office’ with as little issue as possible.

“Yn?”

You nearly made, so nearly made it to relaxing in your comfortable chair for a little while before teaching all day. “Yes?”

You turn to find Jimin watching you, eyebrows furrowed. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine jimin-ssi.” You smiled through your teeth.

“Ah” he shook his head. “Taehyung and I already agreed on us all being Informal with each other, we are all the same age.”

“I know, I still want to be professional when it calls for it though. I just don’t want anyone thinking badly of me.” You admit, working around celebrities had meant you had to carry yourself differently least everyone suspect you to be fame hungry or whatever other accusation they could come up with. “Is everything okay?”

“I just noticed you were limping.” He gestured to your leg and you did all you could to stand straight.

“It’s fine.” You brush him off. “Just too much walking.”

“Are you sure? I don’t think I remember you being checked out after the elevator accident.” He frowns as though recalling the incident.

The last thing you want is to spend any more unnecessary time doing unprofessional things in your very professional workplace. “I promise i'm okay. I was fine afterwards, I was packing all weekend and overdid it. If it gets any worse I’ll go to the doctor for a check up.”

He sighs, thankfully giving up on the matter. “Okay, Hyung should be here soon. If you need anything Jungkookie and I are going to be practising in studio B. Come and find us whenever.”

“Thank you, I will do. Have a good practice.” You wave him off as you enter your office, grunting as your body slumps rather ungracefully into the chair.

You quickly organised the papers you needed for the day, finding Hoseoks folder and setting it out on the desk ready for whenever he came.

You felt your bag vibrate against your leg, reaching down to grab your phone.

No caller ID

You tried to think about who would be calling you, it wasn’t as though an abundance of people had your number but then again with the move you’d had to contact a few moving companies and of course your new landlord.

You picked up. “Hello?”

“Blue shirt, black dress pants, you have a limp… I guess you did get hurt in the elevator after all.” The voice was distorted, it sounded like somethi he straight from a horror movie.

You hung up quickly, stuffing the phone in your bag as you checked out of the small window.

Someone was watching you, someone was watching you and knew exactly what you were wearing…did they cause the elevator accident too?

“Hey.” Hoseok knocked on the door, making you jump. “Woah I’m sorry.” He takes a step back, hands up as a surrender.

“No no.” You quickly apologise, grabbing his folder and the extra pens you’d brought. “I’m sorry I wasn’t paying attention.”

“You look scared, is everything okay?” He asks as he slides onto the chair opposite you.

“Yeah, I got lost in my own head, ignore me.” You laugh, pulling out the necessary worksheets. “I thought we could practice conversation today, it’s better if you learn the correct grammar for speaking rather than writing. Is that okay?”

“Whatever you think is best.” He agrees, taking a sip of his coffe before cleaning closer and giving you a full whiff of ‘expensive’.

You talked him through a few conversation starters, correcting him whenever he responded incorrectly before moving on to some vocabulary games, throwing in a few awful jokes along the way to make it a better experience for the rapper.

“You’re good at this.” He laughs out.

You can’t help but smile. “At what?”

“Making boring things fun. You don’t make me feel as though I can’t do it.” He explains sincerely.

“I’m happy to.” And you were, despite the fact it was your job it brought you joy. “Okay so just a few more vocabulary cards and then we will practice again and you can take a test.”

“I feel like im back in high school.” He sighs dramatically. “So much for graduating.”

“Actually, your cover of that graduation song was played at my school when we left.” You couldn’t help but recall the memory, a few of your classmates had gathered to do a little dance to it.

“Really?” He sat forward, eyes wide in surprise. “Did you listen?”

“I even danced to it.” You were fine embarrassing yourself if it made him laugh more.

“Wow.” He leans back. “I want to see.”

“Pass the test and I’ll ask my eomma to send me the video.” You shrug, sliding the paper over to him.

He looks at the paper. “What about the questions and vocabulary cards.”

“I’m making teaching fun.” You laugh, packing them away. “Good luck on your test.”

“I take it back, you are just like my high school English teacher.” He huffs playfully, picking up the pen.

He takes 25 minutes to completely finish, only asking for clarification on one question which was an improvement from your last few classes. You marked it quickly, his leg shaking in anticipation.

“So?” He asks the second you set the red pen down.

You fake a frown. “I guess I’ll text my eomma and ask.”

“Yes!” He shouts, slapping the table in excitement.

“You’ve done really well today, you should be proud of yourself. In between our classes you should listen to podcasts, YouTube videos, music, anything with English as much as possible. It may seem stupid if you can’t understand it all but I promise it is worth it.”

The timer goes off before you can give him any more ‘homework’.

“Thank you. Seriously, I had fun. I’ll try to do what you said.” He holds out his pinks. “Promise.”

“Very American.” You laugh, linking your pinky before pulling away. “Have you got a busy schedule today?”

“About 4 hours of dancing.” He groans. “And then just recording some more adlibs for the album.”

“I’m sure you’ll do amazing.” You give him a thumbs up as he opens the door.

“You’re welcome to come and watch if you have time, the staff are always there.” He offers.

“I’ll try and come by if I can, I was sent a few interviews to translate.” You explain, your love to watch them dance but you still didn’t feel as though it was your place. You didn’t want to seem overly comfortable when you’d only gotten the job because Hoseok had personally requested it. “You shouldn’t be late.”

“Of course not.” He checks his phone before frowning. “You’re right I should go, I’ll see you later if you’re still here when I get a break.”

“I’ll hold you to it.” You wait for the door to close before relaxing on your chair with a groan, your hands instantly wrapping around your hip as though to syphon the pain away.

It took you four hours and 45 minutes to completely every single interview that had been sent to you, in hindsight you probably should have procrastinated as much as you did but you couldn’t help it.

With work out of the way your mind drifted back to the earlier phone call, it was something you should report, you knew that.

You just didn’t want to worry anyone.

“Fuck.” You hiss, rummaging through your draw, finding the painkillers you’d put in there for emergencies and taking three.

Your phone buzzed, the screen flashing up with an email notification.

You click on it, guessing it was something work related only to notice the sender being unregistered and the text box empty.

Strange.

There’s an attachment at the end of the empty text box, your stomach twisted as you opened it. The screen now displays an image of you entering the building with the words “You’re easy to find.” edited across it.

“What the fuck.” You cuss to yourself. Taking a screenshot of both the image and the email before closing the app.

If this was happening because you were working with the members then why did it feel so personal?

“You’re still here?” You looked up to find Hoseok standing in the doorway, hair and face sweaty from dance practice. “I thought you would have come to see.”

“I really wanted to.” You explain. “I just had so much work to do.”

“I understand, it’s important and you don’t have to explain yourself to me.” He takes a few gulps of his water bottle. “Have you finished it all?”

“Yeah, finally.” You playfully swipe your forehead. “How was dance practice?”

He shrugs. “It was good.”

The conversation falls silent and for a few seconds you stare at each other before your phone buzzes with another notification.

Another email.

You can’t help but open it, despite how rude it may seem to be during a conversation your fingers itch to know what lies within the attachment.

It’s another image but this one had been taken days ago, one of you outside of the restaurant you had gone to with Jimin, Taehyung and Hoseok.

“Hoseok?” You call out, turning your phone towards him.

He frowns as he takes the device, eyes going wide at the picture. “Is this the only one?”

“Of us? Yes.”

“And of you?” He asks, handing the phone back to you.

You contemplate lying but decide against it, you didn’t want to break the little trust you had. “I received another one earlier.”

He huffs shaking his head. “We need to take this to management, they may be able to have the email address tracked.”

“Okay let’s go.” You mumble, attempting to stand only for your leg to give out underneath you leaving you undignified as you fall to the floor.

“Shit.” Hoseok drops his water bottle as he reaches out to help you up. “Are you okay?”

“My hip.” You explain, using his body to support you. “It hurts.”

“Can I see?” He asks, resting your body against your desk.

You lift up your shirt, pushing the waistband of your pants down, a deep purple bruise scales your hip

“You have to get it checked, that looks awful.” He grabs your phone before wrapping an arm around your waist. “Lean on me, I’ll take you to the company doctor.”

You internally cringe at how another day has gone so wrong. “Okay, thank you.”

“What are friends for if not human crutches?” He laughs weakly carrying you both to the doctor.

Thankfully the room is close, the doctor rushing you in to sit on the hospital style bed. You explain what happened, answering all of his questions whilst he layers heat packs against your side.

“It’s not broken but you definitely have a hip pointer.” He explained, showing you similar images from a book. “It’s when you directly impact your hip causing bruising, pain, tenderness and it may impact your walking. You shouldn’t do much physical activity for at least a week.”

“It’s not bad.” You feel lighter knowing nothing had broken and all that could help was a little bit of rest. “Thank you for seeing me so fast.”

The doctor waves you off, giving you a prescription for some antibiotics as you left the office.

“Here let me help you back to your office.” Hoseok offers, wrapping his arm around you before you could contest against it. “I’m sorry we didn’t realise you were hurt.”

“It’s my own fault really, I pushed it too hard this weekend getting everything ready to move.” You hate the idea of him blaming himself for your own actions, you were a big girl and it was your responsibility.

He practically carried you back to your office despite your protests that it would do no good for him to be injured too only for him to shush you and insist on helping. Only when you were secured back in your seat did he drop onto the small couch in the corner. “I think you’ll have to attend a recording session tomorrow, there’s some producers coming from America and Nicole isn’t here.”

“I’ll check my schedule but I'm sure it will be on there if Nicole isn’t here.” You’d briefly met the other translator, she was kind but far too busy to make daily conversation with. You could see why they needed a secondary translator. “Don’t you have to record some things?”

“Ah.” He shakes his head. “We are going to wait until tomorrow so we can see what the producers say.”

“About the picture…” You start addressing the elephant in the room. “I think we should be careful about who we tell, I don’t understand how anyone would know where we were or what I was wearing unless they had been close to the building and possibly even had access. “I know inside leaks aren’t that uncommon.”

“It’s true but after years of experience it’s always best to tell management, if you can’t walk there I can call them and they will come here?” He offers.

Despite how cramped your tiny office would be you didn’t think you’d be able to manage another trip around the building so soon after having your hip poked and prodded at. “If you wouldn’t mind.”

He steps out of the room as he makes whatever phone call he needs to, returning a few seconds later. “They are coming down now.”

It’s relatively a quick affair, Sejin taking all the information from the email along with screenshots before explaining that he will take it to the HYBE security and protection team to have it investigated, finally explaining. “If you’re worried you should stay with someone else, a friend or family maybe. We ask that you don’t contact the police yet, we want to compile a full report before involving them.”

“Thank you Sejin-Ssi.” You nod respectfully in his direction as he leaves.

“It wasn’t that bad.” Hoseok jokes trying to lighten the mood. “If you’re finished for the day I can drop you home? We have been told to rest until the producers come by tomorrow.”

You soften at the offer but still can’t find it in your to accept. “Oh no it’s absolutely fine, I can just take a taxi or the bus. I doubt it’s safe for you to come to my apartment with all these pictures being taken.”

“Please? I feel awful that you’re in pain. I know how to go undetected.” He presses.

You consider it before giving in, it was daylight and he knew what he was doing. “Okay, only if you’re sure.”

“I am. Here, let me take that.” He grabs your bag, swinging it over his shoulder before once again offering you his arm to lean on. “One time Jungkook hurt his foot before a concert and afterwards he felt awful so we took turns carrying him around.”

You both make your way into the elevator, your heart picking up as memories from the accident flash through your mind. “Did it help him feel better?”

“Nope. Jin Hyung dropped him.” Hoseok snorts at the horrified look on your face. “It was fine, everyone was fussing around him. We got him onto the couch and Jin Hyung ordered his favourite foods.”

“It worked out then?” You ask, grinning as the elevator grows closer to the ground floor.

“Sort of?” He questions. “When Jin Hyung went to get some extra napkins Jungkook poured hot sauce over his food.”

“So it was payback?” You ask through a laugh.

He shakes his head as he grins. “Not at all, Jin Hyung had been plating up Namjoons food.”

The realisation dawns on you. “So let me get this right, Seokjin-ssi dropped Jungkook-ah and then as an apology brought him his favourite food. Jungkook sabotages Seokjin-ssi’ food but it was actually Namjoon-ssi’ food?”

He hums as he helps you out to the artist only car park. “Yep, but Taehyung-ah stole a bite and he is terrible with spicy food. He ended up knocking over a pitcher of water all over the dish Jungkook had wanted.”

You take a moment to laugh at that, the thought of a joke turning into absolute chaos around the dinner table. “So then what happened?”

“We all gave up, half of the meal was drenched in cold water, the other half was cold.” He chuckles as he unlocks his car and helps you in.

You wait until he starts the car to ask any more. “What did you eat?”

“Yoongi Hyung had ordered pizza as he didn’t want fried chicken so we stole it.” He laughs, carefully checking the street as he turns the car. “But Hyung is good, he ordered two pizzas.”

“You’ve known each other for a long time, I'm sure he probably can tell when it’s necessary.” Na-Rae has always been the same, knowing what you need before you do.

He shrugs. “I think we are all just synched. It’s a little scary how similar yet different we are.”

“Well clearly it works.” You point to the little picture resting in the back of his phone case, one of all seven of them at an award show.

He looks at you with a smile. “I guess it does. Put your address into my phone, I don’t know where im going.”

You punch in the address, the map on his phone displaying a 20 minute car journey.

The drive passes by as it had started, filled with never ending conversation and laughter. When you finally pulled up to your apartment you frowned to yourself, you didn’t want to journey nor the conversation to end. “Thank you for dropping me home.”

“Let me help you up.” He doesn’t give you a chance to argue before he is already opening your door, throwing your bag over his shower before helping you stand. “Does your building have an elevator?”

“Yeah, it's not fancy or anything though.” You explain.

You weren’t often a person who felt insecure but Hoseok was someone who had everything, whatever he owned, wore, ate, did was far more luxurious than anything you’d ever experienced. “Fancy is overrated.”

You push the broken elevator button, the machine loud as it carries you up to your floor. As soon as you step off the elevator you’re reaching for your keys, only to stop as you see your door open.

“Oh my god.” You rush over, forgetting the pain in your hip as you push it open.

You’re thankful Hoseok is there as you feel your eyes water. The apartment is wrecked, pictures of your friends and family had been smashed on the floor, the walls covered in paint and other substances you weren’t willing to touch, pillows torn open, furniture thrown across the room. Anything and everything that could be reached had been damaged.

“Come back out here.” Hoseok directs, pulling you into his arms as he dials the police.

You let yourself cry as he spoke to the operator, your heard pained with the acceptance that everything you’d worked for had been destroyed.

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Hey everyone I’m gonna be gone for a little while my grandma died this morning, I’ve queued all the fics I had written to upload automatically over the next three weeks, I just need some time with my family. 💓

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BEFORE I VOTE.. what is biological bdsm?? 😅😅

I need all of the information lol

Biological BDSM is basically an alternate universe where people are biologically either dominants submissives or switches and have a set of needs related to this, it affects their personality etc!

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why is this flopping so bad when I still have 200-500 readers for every chapter on wattpad??

RISK IT ALL (26) - Old Friends

Genre: Chishiya x f!reader | eventual smut | angst

Warning: none for this chapter, there is mentions of stitches and wounds though!

A/n: I uploaded this on wattpad first, if you see this there then great but if not then enjoy!

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Sleep hadn't been something you could grasp much of over the course of the night, every time you rolled over you woke up, worried about hurting Chishiya.

Chishiya had groggily asked if you were in pain but you simply brushed his worries off, silently laughing at the man who once claimed to dislike you in every way possible worrying about a meagre bullet graze.

You spent most of the day alone, Chishiya only rousing as the sky became a dusky gold. "You didn't wake me."

"I figured you needed rest." You mumbled, spooning canned fruit into two separate bowls. "You should be in bed."

He hobbled slowly over to the chair, sitting down with a groan. "It's fine, exercise helps."

"You'll rip your stitches open." You argued back, sliding the bowl across the table along with a spoon.

"Here I thought I was the doctor." He attempted a laugh foregoing it when it sounded more like a cry of pain. "I will go back to bed after this."

"Thank you." You hid your smile behind your spoon. "Did yo-

The door knocking cut you off, your eyes widening. "Who?"

"I don't know." He whispered. "The window, check out the window, stay low." He instructed.

Wordlessly you slipped from the chair, crouching low as you peeled back the curtain just a fraction, your body going ecstatic with joy at the sight of the people outside the door. "Oh my god."

You ignored Chishiya's questions of "who" and "what" as you tumbled over yourself in a rush to open the door.

"Fuck I'm so glad to see you." You were pulling Kuina and An into your arms ignoring the slight shooting pain the action sent tingling down your arm. "How are you here right now?"

"Someone got a message to us that Chishiya had been hurt, didn't take us long to find the place after it happened." An examplained. "Where is he?"

"Through here." You guided them through the house, Chishiya making a sound of surprise at the sight of them both.

"Why are you here?" He scowled, pushing away his empty bowl.

"Oh, my dearest friend how I missed you." Kuina laughed, relaxing into the empty seat. "You got hurt."

"Attacked but I'm fine." He rolled his eyes, making to stand only to collapse back in his chair with a groan. "Fuck."

"Let me have a look." An offered. "You know I know how to deal with injuries."

"I'm fine YN stitched me up."

"Thought you said I wasn't a doctor." You interrupted, the fight from Chishiya fading as he noticed the serious look in your eye. "Just please let her look."

"Fine only if it gets you to shut up about it." He spits, you try not to feel sad at the way he returns to being spiteful as soon as there are others around you but you can't help it, a subtle frown fitting over your face.

You sit at the table as An and Chishiya disappear towards the bedroom, Kuina waiting until they are both out of sight to talk to you. "How are you? Has he been treating you okay?"

"He's been fine, I don't know why he's acting like this now. We've been through a lot, when the shooting happened my arm got hurt, just a bullet graze." You added at the newfound worry in her look. "But he took care of me, he was kind, we spoke, grew closer."

"So you're okay?" She asks again, just for good measure.

You muster a smile. "I'm okay. What about you?"

"It's been..." she huffs, biting her lips to hide a smile. "Fine."

"Oh come on." You laugh. "Spill."

"When the shooting broke out me and An ran together, and ended up hauled in a caravan hidden in the forest, we kept moving but when we heard the gunshots getting further away we made a break for it here, we weren't followed. We see Arisu and Usagi, he wasn't doing too well." She rubs a hand up and down her arm, and you notice the holes in her clothes, probably from all the running.

"Was he hurt?" You asked, slightly relieved as she shook her head. "Emotionally not great, I think some of us handle it all better than others."

"I hope I get to see him again, he was kind to me." You hated the beach but you were grateful for those it brought to you, the idea of going back to the regular world without them made your heart ache in ways it shouldn't. "Have you been managing to eat?"

"Not much, it's not been safe to go out. The caravan had a weird stockpile of outdated coffee and that managed to hold us down for a while." You felt bad at the luxury you'd had, food, heat and water had all been things most people in the borderlands would have killed for but the thought that you were sleeping in a bed whilst your friends were scavenging to make do with whatever provisions they could find left a bubble of guilt in your stomach.

"We have everything you could need here, feel free to stay. There's water and food, are you hungry?" She nods. "I'll make you something to eat you can go and wash up, it's just out the back, past the small couch there's a door just there." You explain with a smile, already moving to make both her and An something substantial to eat.

"Hey?" She calls out softly from her space in the doorway. "I'm happy you're alive."

"Me too, me fucking too." You smile, letting yourself be pulled into another hug before she slips away to freshen up. "Now the food." You mumble to yourself.

You didn't have much-canned meat left, another week's worth with Kuina and An here, stocking up on spam had been the smartest thing Chishiya had done. You pulled out two tins, heating them on the small stove along with some canned black beans and a tin of soup, it wasn't a meal you'd be proud to serve but that's something you promised to rectify once you figured this world out.

"Something smells good." An whispers from behind you, and you jump dropping the wooden spoon on the floor. "Sorry." She laughed, bending over to pick it up. "Where should I put it?"

"It's okay, just in the bowl there." You point to the small red bucket you'd been washing dishes in, pulling out another. "How is Chishiya?"

"You did well with the stitches considering it's regular thread and needle, it will heal okay. The only issue is that the skin may heal over the stitches, realistically we need some dissolving stitches but he won't die." She explains, wiping her hands. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

"No, sit please, you've been through enough the past few days just rest and I'll take care of it all." You wave her off. "How are you?"

"Doing fine, Kuina explained everything I guessed." An asked, fingers fiddling with the corner of the placemat.

"Yeah, she did." You mumble, still not happy with the conditions they were in. "I'm so-

"I didn't intend to kiss her it just happened." An rushes to explain, lips in a small pout.

Your body froze, Kuina had definitely missed out on that detail. "You what?" You spun on your heel, nearly knocking the pan over.

An looks at you, expression confused. "Kissed he- did she not tell you?"

You shook your head. "She did not."

"Are you upset?" It takes you a second to realise why she's asking, why she thinks you'd be upset.

"You think I'd be upset because you're both girls?" You almost laugh at the absurdity. "Of course not."

"Really?" Kuina asks from the doorway. "I was afraid to tell you."

"No I'm just happy you finally figured it out." They hadn't exactly been the most discreet about their feelings for each other, even if they were both oblivious to the other's feelings. "Let me finish cooking and then I want to know everything."

"Did you shower?" You hear An ask, and from the corner of your eye you see her taking a strand of Kuina's hair between her fingers. "is it okay if I have one?"

It takes you a second to realise she's asking you before you nod in response. "Of course, anything you find here is yours as much as it is ours."

"Talking of ours." Kuina clears her throat, lazing her body over the small counter. "Wanna catch me up on whatever's going on between you two?”

You laugh at the implication of her tone. "Absolutely not."

"Oh come on I'm already depressed here give me something to be excited about." She groans, throwing her head back playfully.

"Fine fine." You huff, moving the food into the set of small bowls you'd left on the side earlier. "Let's talk whilst we eat, let me just see if Chishiya wants anything."

"Such a great housewife." Kuina giggles.

You glare at her before rolling your eyes. "I will put you outside. An here is your food." You smile, passing her the bowl. "Kuina yours is up there." You gesture to the counter.

"Rude." She huffs, you bite back a laugh as you trot your way to the bedroom.

It's weird to see the door to the small room closed, you knock just in case, waiting until he calls you to come in before entering. "Hey."

"Having fun?" He asks, voice raspy. You felt guilty for disturbing him when he was so clearly tired but food would help him recover.

"Yeah." You perch on the end of the bed. "Do you want to eat something?"

"No I'm still full from earlier, go and spend time with them." He groans, a hand to his wound.

You hated seeing him in pain, truth be told you hated seeing anyone in pain but this sucked a little more so. "Is there anything I can do to make you feel comfortable, to ease the pain?"

"I need painkillers." He mumbles, eyes glassy as he looks at you. "Can you get them?"

"Yeah, yeah of course." You were quick to pop out three pills, one extra wouldn't hurt. Uncapping the water to save him the unnecessary strain before handing them both to him. "Here."

He grumbled his appreciation, taking them swiftly. "You should go be with them."

"I will I just wanted to check on you." You huffed. "You've got to let me worry sometimes."

"I'll be fine you don't need to worry." He reassures, pulling the blanket up more. "How long are they staying."

"As long as they want to." You respond, slightly worried he would send them away. "Why?"

He shrugged. "I won't be responsible for them too."

"You know it's funny you say that like An didn't come in here to make sure you weren't dying. You can't survive here alone Chishiya." You argue back, tired of rehashing the same conversation every few days.

"I didn't ask her to come and help." He retorted, his face calm as he closed his eyes and rested against the headboard. "Didn't ask them to come and eat my food, use my water or risk outing our location."

"Oh get over yourself!" You shout, furious that he would be so callous to those you considered friends. "If you didn't want them here they wouldn't be here, how did they find out where we were hm? I'm the only person who knew you were hurt apart from you and I didn't tell them. Whether you admit it or not you like them, and care about them. Maybe not An as much but definitely Kuina. The only person you hurt acting like a stupid angsty loner teenager is yourself."

He cracks an eye open, face smug. "Stupid angst loner teenager?"

"Shut up." You huff, your cheeks blushing red. "I hate you."

"No, you hate that I don't act the way you want me to. I don't know how they figured out we were here, I didn't ask them to come but I won't send them away." You had learned to read his expressions enough to know when he was close to smiling, the light tension in his lips betrayed him, you were sure the second you walked out the door he would break into a grin. "Go and spend time with them, I'll rest and join you later."

"Okay." You agree, pinning the non-argument argument for now. "Sleep well, call me if you need anything."

"Perfect housewife." He teased, you only had Kuina to blame.

"Go to sleep so I can smother you with a pillow." You pout, pulling the door closed slowly.

"I sleep with one eye open." He shouts back before you pull it closed, the tiniest slither of space allowing you to watch him, sure enough, he lays with a smile on his face as he closes his eyes.

"Creep." Kuina is whispered behind you, making you jump. You weren't entirely used to being around anyone other than Chishiya.

You silently pointed to the kitchen, not wanting Chishiya to hear you.

You both break out into a giggle when you get away from the bedroom, An eyeing you both questionably as you explain what happened. "So, there is something between you two?

You contemplate saying anything, Chishiya would complain to Earth's end if everyone knew how soft he was but you couldn't exactly help yourself, it's not like you had an abundance of people to talk to lately.

"Let's sit so you can finish eating and I'll explain." You give in, Kuina moving to take the seat beside An with you opposite them. After a few minutes, you begin explaining.

"He has grown to be really caring, he takes care of me and although it is in his own way I think he genuinely cares. We've done...stuff. I'm kind of scared for whatever happens when we are out of here, if we get out of here. I don't think I'd be okay if he died." You don't let yourself think too hard on that last thought, the mere idea was enough to have your stomach churning.

"To be honest I didn't think he could care about someone other than himself." An replied honestly. "Tsundere doesn't begin to explain him."

Kuina shoves An lightly with her elbow. "What she means to say is that I think you've softened him a little bit. I'm pretty sure he would still shove me to my death before he let you die."

"Don't say that!" You scold, not denying its truth. "I'd kill him."

"You wouldn't." An observes with a smile. "I think you love him."

Your eyes widen at the accusation. "You literally kissed each other."

"I bet you've done way more." Kuina teases, wiggling her eyebrows.

"Okay enough, we are not discussing that." You laugh. "Did you manage to find anything else out about the card games? Chishiya hiked to see if he could see anything but all he found were blimps. I think he wants to join the next diamond game."

"Do you have enough days on your visa?" Kuina asks, smile falling just a little only to widen when you nod. "Good, I think these are the last games but the rules are different, I don't think there are really rules."

You frown, wrapping your arms around your frame. "That's what I'm afraid of."

"But I heard another game was going to start in a few days." An looks up through her lashes.

You swallow, fingers crossed under the table that it wasn't the game of diamonds. "What one?"

"The Jack of Hearts."

You breathe a sigh of relief. "Oh."

"And some guy was predicting we will have the King of diamonds."

Oh.

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Risk It All (27)- Temporary Goodbyes

Genre: Chishiya X F!reader | eventual smut | angst

Warning: none for this!

A/N: ignore me spam posting these 😭

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It had been four days since AN and Kuina had arrived, you'd spent the first catching up, the second discussing the borderlands, and the third making a run to the closest store which went surprisingly well considering Chishiya had to explain the way from home and the fourth dragging Chishiya from bed to join the land of the living once again.

His wounds had healed enough to walk around, barely....

"I said no Chishiya." You slammed the cupboard door. "It's too dangerous."

"If I don't go my visit is going to run out." He retorts. "There are no choices here."

You huff, blowing a strand of hair out of your face. "We don't even know if we need visas anymore."

"I'm not risking it and I know you won't either." You know Kuina and An can hear everything, it's not like the walls are thick but you're thankful they let you both have your privacy. "We don't know when the next game will start."

You pull out a packet of rice and pour it into a pot. "Don't use terms like 'we' when you decide this all on your own."

"I did but you shouldn't expect any different." You can practically hear him shrugging. "I have to leave today."

"You can't even walk let alone win a game!" You shout, the bag of rice ripping open and spilling everywhere. "Fuck."

"Let me help." Chishiya says, limping over to you. "Just sit do-

"Stop trying to baby me! I can handle a bag of spoilt rice Chishiya. You can't handle an adult conversation where you discuss something as important as joining another game yet you can help me clean up unimportant messes?"

He frowns. "That's not what you're mad about."

You know it's not. "Whatever just go away."

"I'm leaving to enter the game today." He reminds you.

"I know."

"Are you going to join?"

You shake your head. "I don't need to, not yet."

He nods. "How many days on your visa?"

It hadn't been something you'd begun to worry about, the time was more than enough. "I think 11"

"I'll be fine." He mumbles.

You hate that he seems to understand why you're upset. "I know you will."

"You're scared." He points out as though it's not obvious.

You forgo cleaning the rice in favour of pushing your way into his arms. "I'm terrified, what if you don't come back?"

"I will." He reassures you, his hand hesitantly brushing against your waist. "Don't think about pointless things like that, if I die you just keep going."

"Don't say stuff like that!" You smack his arm, tears threatening to fall. "You can't die Chishiya."

"Why?" He asks, pulling back a little to look at you.

The words are no more than a whisper but you knew he heard them considering how close your bodies were. "Because I need you."

He laughs, shaking his head. "You don't need anyone, I don't need anyone, you want."

"Fine then I fucking want you okay. Is it so bad I want you to be safe?"

"I will be."

It's easy to ignore the way your nose grows stuffy as you shed a few tears. "You don't know that."

"I do."

"How." You mumble into his chest.

He looks the the ceiling as though genuinely considering his answer. "Because you don't know how to fix the power generator if it goes out and I'm pretty sure if it does you'll die which although seems great because I'll never have to hear you complain again is more trouble than it's worth considering the fact there's a great chance you'll follow me to the afterlife, which by the way I don't believe it, and you'll continue to be just as irritating there too."

You push him away in favour of going back to clean the rice. "I should have let you bleed out on the doorstep.

"You wouldn't do that." He laughs

You ask him. "Why are you so sure?"

"Because I fucking need you." He imitates you.

It's almost like a reflex when you throw the broom at him. "Fuck you."

"Can't, don't have condo-"

Kuina pushes past Chishiya, opening up the cupboard containing the canned food. "This looks fun but I'm hungry."

Chishiya glares at you whilst you hold back a laugh, your chest shaking as you try to be quiet.

"Can't wait to leave." You hear him mutter as he sits down at the table.

Kuina looks at him before pointing to the hall. "Door is right there."

"Great, now I won't get lost." He thanks sarcastically.

You watch them bicker as you tip the dirty rice into a bag, a smile on your face as you force yourself to forget the fact that in a few hours, the house that had become somewhat of a temporary home would be lacking one crucial person.

Lunch passes by as no more than a blur, the food you'd helped Kuina make sitting practically untouched on your plate by the time everyone else had finished. "You weren't hungry?" An asks, taking your plate as you'd asked.

"Not really." You force a smile. "I'm going to lay down for a little I think my head is starting to hurt."

You don't wait for a response from anyone before you pull yourself up, walking directly to the bedroom and closing the door behind you.

It turns out that forgetting Chishiya would be gone was harder to forget than you'd ever imagine.

You don't ask who it is when there's a knock on the door, your instincts know who it is before they walk inside. "You're being a crybaby."

"Fuck you." You know it is probably ineligible from the way your face is buried in the pillows that you and Chishiya share but you don't care. "Go away."

The bed dips as he sits down."I'm not going away, not until later."

"Stop making jokes."

"Look you're right, I could die but I won't and if I do you'll be okay. I told you not to fall for me, not here but you didn't listen and this is what the outcome is. I won't baby you and tell you that it's going to be fine because we both know what could happen but I'd rather not leave here with you being sad and depressed." You force yourself to look at him despite how awful you must appear.

"Because you'd struggle in the game if I was sad?"

He snorts before schooling his face when he catches your expression. "I wouldn't let it affect me so no but afterwards it would be annoying."

"If there even is an afterwards." You say aloud with it thinking.

"I haven't lost a game up to now and I won't anytime soon so stop being ridiculous and come and show me how to play this stupid card game you kept mumbling about ." He pulls the blanket off you.

You manage to smile at the way he remembered the conversation you'd had two days ago. Chishiya, still unable to get out of bed, you'd wanted to try and keep him company, but despite your 30-minute pleading session for him to let you teach him a few of your favourite card games he had refused.

"Chishiya?" You grab his hand before he opens the door.

He spins on his heel to face you. "Yeah?"

"Please don't die on me."

"I won't." He smiles, pulling the door open.

Kuina and An are already sitting around the makeshift table, the deck of cards in the middle with various snacks dotted around the floor.

You take a seat on one of the pillows, Chishiya sitting beside you. Kuina catches your eye, mouthing an "Are you okay?"

You nod with a smile, despite knowing you looked sad. You wanted to enjoy today, even if it was for a short while you could pretend like everything was normal. "Isn't it morbid playing card games considering where we are?"

You laugh at the question An asks as she shuffles the cards. "Not really, I think it's kind of ironic."

"Idiotic more like." Chishiya scoffs.

You and Kuina both roll your eyes at the comment, An seemingly unbothered as she hands you the pack of cards to which you deal out equally. "So the name of the game is called cheat but some people call it-"

"Bullshit." An finishes.

You raise your eyebrows at her. "You know it?"

"Of course I do." She laughs. "I'm the best at it."

"I doubt it."

You both laugh, as Kuina and Chishiya stare at you both in confusion. "The game also has another name, some people refer to it as "I doubt it."

"Ohhhhh!" Kuina claps. "Now I get it."

"Okay forget this im going to sleep." Chishiya makes to stand but you pull him back down by the pocket of his pants.

"Sit and shut up." He raises his eyebrows in something akin to shock before huffing and sliding back down into his previous position. "So as I was saying, the player to the left of the dealer, which would be Kuina, starts by placing between 1-4 cards face down in a discard pile in the centre. The player must state what the cards they have placed down are but they do not have to tell the truth. They do however have to keep the value the same. For example, I could say I have the 3 kings but place down 3 of the clubs... are you all following?"

You wait for all three of them to say yes before continuing. "The other players can call "cheat" or "bullshit if they think the player is lying about the value of their cards."

"So what happens then?" Chishiya asks, looking at his cards.

"Well, I'd say Kuina, for example, were to say that if you were to call cheat you would have to show your cards to everyone. If Kuina was right you would have to pick up all the cards in the centre, then it would be Kuina's turn to go. If Kuina is wrong, the person on the left of the player, which would be me, will go next."

"And if no one calls the bullshit thing?" You almost choke at hearing Chishiya cuss but you hold it back.

"Well I would take my turn but I must declare the value of my cards to be only one up or down from what you have said yours is." You answer him before turning back to Kuina and An. "For example, Chishiya says his cards were kings. I would have to say mine are queens, kings or aces."

Kuina nods enthusiastically, smiling at her cards. Her body angled away from the rest of the table. "I get it, so how do you know who the winner is."

"The person who gets rid of all their cards first is the winner."

Chishiya hums. "Who's going first?"

"An?" You offer.

"Sure." She smiles, placing down one card. "I have the 7 of diamonds."

"Bullshit." Chishiya spits with a grin the second she finishes her sentence.

You can't stop yourself from laughing at how his face falls when An turns over her card, the 7 of diamonds. "Don't forget to pick it up."

"Go away." He huffs, picking up the card as though it's tainted.

The game passes like that, thankfully no arguments arise despite a near miss when Kuina calls Chishiya a liar because "you're a bad liar your face looks weird when you lie." Only for him to respond with "Your face looks weird all the time but I still believe you when it's necessary."

You'd had so much fun playing, the memory of your sister beside you as you silently remember the way you used to help her cheat at the game against her friends. She would always call you her eyes.

"I have to leave soon." Chishiya whispered as he pulled you aside, Kuina and An still at the table packing up the cards. "I need to be there before I miss my opportunity."

"I know but can't you stay just a little longer?" You ask, fighting the urge to lock him in the bedroom and prevent him from leaving.

"I can't risk not getting a place in the game. I'll be back but I have to leave soon."

"How soon?" You don't need him to answer, the sickening feeling in your stomach tells you what you need to know.

He looks to the floor. "In the next thirty minutes."

You bite the inside of your cheek, not wanting to cry. "Okay."

"Fuck." He huffs, grabbing your wrist. "Come with me."

You let him pull you into the bedroom, waiting until he closes the door to speak. "What's wrong?"

"I'm going to come back but if I don't the generator won't hold out with all three of you using it for an extended period of time. If it comes between saving yourself, Kuina or An you know what to choose."

You ignore the subtlety of his message. "You'll come back it doesn't matter if the generator won't work."

"I will but if I don't."

"But you will." You insist.

"I will."

"Chishiya?" You whisper, taking a step closer.

"Hmm?"

"Can I kiss you?"

He takes a step closer, closing the already small gap between you. "Are you incapable of making your own decisions?"

"No?" You shake your head.

"Then don't ask."

If you could freeze a moment in time this would be it, his hand resting against your hip, albeit awkwardly. His lips pressed against yours, your body ignoring the need for oxygen by supplementing it with a need for him.

He is the one who breaks the kiss, his eyes mapping out your face before smiling a little. "You'll be fine."

"You have to come back."

His tone was definitive. "I will. I should leave now, don't come out until I leave. I'll tell Kuina to come in here."

You so badly wanted to beg him to stay, the fear that he was walking into his death was almost crushing and despite how final the words felt you'd hate yourself forever if you missed an opportunity to say them. "I love you, please be safe."

"Tell me when this is all over." He places a light kiss on your forehead before extracting himself from your hold and leaving the room. You watch as the door closes behind him, the silence in the room is deafening without him.

You tried so hard to ignore the sound of the front door opening and closing, so so hard, but you couldn't, you couldn't stop yourself from hearing him leave nor stop the tears you'd been holding back since early morning.

He was gone and you, you were truly realising just how lonely the Borderlands were.

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