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randombtsprincessa · 4 years

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Base to Base

Author: Randombtsprincessa

Characters: Kim Seokjin x Reader (2nd POV)

Words: 5k

Genre: Smut/Fluff, Established Relationship!

Summary: You reminisce about your relationship with your boyfriend over the course of four bases.

Warning: Fluffy and softly grumpy Jinnie, the four bases, french kissing, shirtless Jin, flirting badly omg sorry, oral (both receiving), fingering, kitchen sex (clean up after this), unprotected sex (be safe guys)!

A/N: The following work is part of the In the Mood Project for @bangtansmutcentraland the lovely moodboard is contributed by @meispace <3

The feel of soft hands meeting the curve of your waist was what drew your attention to the new presence in your small but decently equipped kitchen. You hummed, lips rising in a smile when your ear buds were removed, gently looping them around your neck.

“Good morning,” you murmured, letting your head tilt back, against a broad shoulder. A shoulder to rival all shoulders as a matter of fact.

Mr. Shoulders hums right back, fingers skimming over your torso to rest at your stomach, holding you to him. “Hi, what are we up to?”

You glanced down at your hands, holding the skillet that sizzled with pancakes. The aroma of sweet carbohydrates and melting butter had already permeated the kitchen.

“I’m…making breakfast?” your words sounded as much a question to you as an answer, wondering why he asked. You backed further into him, nestling against his large frame until you noticed the closed eyelids.

“You mean you left me in bed all by my lonesome for food?”

You had to roll your eyes. If there was one thing your boyfriend of four years was, it was clingy and whiny when tired. He had been working hard – too hard, in your opinion – for the last two weeks, perfecting a presentation that would guarantee him a promotion. The presentation had pulled off spectacularly; the man resulted to entering your shared apartment with an air of extreme satisfaction.

An impromptu date had followed.

You had been hesitant, worrying he might collapse straight into his steak but he’d held up, driving the both of you back carefully before dropping and passing out in bed with barely any cleaning up, curled around you like a huge snuggly teddy bear. You’d hoped to make him some breakfast in bed for a well earned weekend but with his heavy body draped over yours, it was futile.

“Baby,” you cooed, turning around to hug him, hands rubbing over his bare back in an effort to soothe out the separation anxiety he proclaimed to suffer from. “Go back to bed, yeah? I’ll get you breakfast in bed.”

Jin whined again, a low car-like sound. “I want to stay with you.”

“But I’ll burn the breakfast; fine, go sit at the table, I’m nearly done.”

This time, you were met with resigned acceptance. Jin unlatched from you, shuffling to the round dining table tucked in one corner of your kitchen – living room juncture and slumped, his head laying flat against the wooden surface. His eyes remained focused on you, bleary.

You kept your gaze on him until his dippers slid shut and his pouty lips parted that you turned back to your food, frowning at the darker shade of the pancake that you were working on.

Cursing mentally, you saved it for yourself, adding it to the pile and lifting the batter spoon again.

If anybody asked you for any relationship advice, you would always say that never do anything that makes you uncomfortable, no matter how much you love that person.

Of course, you couldn’t practice what you preached when it came to your best friend, Sulli.

Deeply vibrant, sparkling with adventure and the first love of your life; Sulli was the voice over the phone that dragged you places. Former whining on your part almost always died down when you saw what she had planned for you and obviously, she blatantly flaunted that fact.

As a matter of fact, you were glad that Sulli was an exception to your rule; otherwise you might have never met the second love of your life.

Sulli had been incessant for the last few days of your senior year in college. ‘It is the last days before the finals.’ ‘It would be stupid not to attend one last party before we are no longer students.’ ‘We won’t have time before we have to start looking for work.’

You had agreed with a subtle sigh and eye roll, knowing she wouldn’t let up until you were in the car with her.

Of course, only this time you weren’t so thrilled about where she took you.

“A sports club; SULLI,” you screeched even as Sulli’s small red car drew into the parking.

“What, it’s just a cute little place where cute men crawl about; talking about shit nobody actually cares about but makes them feel good. It’ll be fine.”

“Still, I could be studying. I am definitely not interested in being mansplained about how to tell cricket from baseball.” You huffed, reluctant to even leave the car.

Your tornado of a friend ducked her head, lips already pouting in that magical way she knew always got her what she wanted.

Fuck…

“Fine…” you gritted your teeth, missing the way she grinned when you turned to get out of the car, following obediently as she opened the door of the club, fluid as she moved to lean over the counter.

“Hey, is the bar open yet?”

The man who was wiping down the end of the counter glanced up, looking curiously at you and Sulli before shaking his head, “The bar isn’t, opens at 8 in the evening; but the restaurant is. Breakfast time,” he explained, whipping a thumb behind his shoulder to the door that lead further in.

“Well, what luck, I haven’t had anything to eat in the morning.” Sulli threw you a lopsided smile and you snorted lightly, both of you walking in to get some ‘breakfast’.

You had been pleasantly surprised to see the restaurant buzzing with low volume; unlike the loud chatter you were expecting. Sulli led you to a small booth at the back, listing through the menu in an uninterested manner.

“It’s a self service.” You noted.

“Right, I want to have an egg salad. Do you want to go order?” She asked you. You obliged, walking to the front to place your order.

It was then when you had met Kim Seokjin.

Sitting with his back to you when you slid your order across, you were met with a pair of big, beautiful brown eyes that were raised at your presence.

“Can I help you?” You asked.

The man smiled, a little unsure. “I don’t think so. Sorry for staring. I didn’t know girls came here.” He said.

You trained an amused gaze his way. “I didn’t see an exclusive to men sign anywhere.”

“No, but it’s unspoken, isn’t it? This is where boys come to be stupid loud, and refined creatures like you avoid.” He leant in a little. “Between you and me I find it a load of crap. Women can be loud too and men can be graceful and cultured.”

You watched him as he nodded in a convincing manner. You decided to play along.

“So, what is a cultured graceful man like you doing here?” You asked.

The man straightened – a nice, tall height – pointing to the booth next to where Sulli sat, immersed in her phone. The man sitting in the booth looked up, noticing you and your companion and gave a cheeky wave.

“That’s my brother. He’s got the whole ‘I’m a man who needs to go to sports bar to seem cool’ thing going on. Young folks, you know.” He shrugged. “I, myself, am not so much a sports person but I don’t leave him alone if I can.”

“That’s…strangely sweet of you.” You blinked in surprise as the waitress rang his food. He picked up the two trays of subway sandwiches and smiled.

“Well, I’ll see you around I guess, I’m Seokjin, by the way.”

“Y/N,” you answered, stepping forward in line.

Needless to say, Sulli had been ecstatic when she heard about your interaction with Seokjin. That, plus the fact that he stopped by your table to say goodbye and ask if he was going to see you around had prompted your best friend to have you frequent the club further.

The ritual of going through pretty outfits and sitting at the counter until Jungkook – Jin’s brother – and Jin would show up only ended until he actually asked you out.

Jin winced when a loud cheer went through the crowds in the bar. You giggled as he cast you a despairing glance. “I don’t understand. Call me weird, but it’s just a ball.”

“You’re absolutely right. Nothing to lose minds over,” You acquiesced, not mentioning that your father was a sports buff as well.

“I’d much rather be at home, watching Master Chef.” Jin muttered.

“You’re into cooking?” You asked, surprised yet again.

“Very much, I love cooking, baking. I could be borderline Michelin with all the times I’ve had to feed that buffoon over there.” He indicated the corner where Jungkook was slamming his heavy beer mug on the wood. You pursed your lips.

“You should cook me something.” You teased, nudging his broad shoulders when he paused, the swig of beer swirling in his cheek before he swallowed.

“About that; I don’t know about cooking, but I have this reference for a French restaurant? It’s supposed to be really good. I was going to try it out this weekend. Do you…want to come with me? If it’s terrible, we’ll hit McDonalds.” He asked, looking over your shoulder.

You watched him, smiling as you brought your glass of punch to your lips. “Sure, I’d love to.”

Jin’s eyes flickered to you, meeting the smirk with his own. “It’s a date.”

The date had been beautiful. You’d dressed up but kept it simple, not wanting to overdo it even as the hostess walked you to a window facing table where Jin already sat. you were glad to see he hadn’t suited up, a simple black turtle neck, slacks and a grey jacket thrown over the back of his chair, the only dressed up he’d accommodated.

Your date with Jin had been near perfect, the light, crisp wine, the dish you couldn’t pronounce and Jin allowing you to split the bill before walking you to your car were still ingrained in your mind and it was doubtful anyone could ever surpass it.

Now of course, it was pointless, what with the man sprawled out on the table for you to love.

“Thank you, it was a lovely place, I had a lot of fun.” You said, turning to face him when you were next to your car.

“I’m happy you did. Also, thank god the place was good; I didn’t want a bad fish to ruin this date.” Jin chuckled as he tucked your hair behind your ear.

You smiled at the joke before rising up to your tip toes, pushing to be the forward one.

Jin accepted the kiss graciously, large palm moving to cup your cheek as he held you close to him but still respectful of the premise of the first date. Could this man get anymore perfect?

He pulled back for some air, staring at you with his pupils blown out a little before diving in again, his hand sliding to your back as his tongue teased the seam of your lips, barely brushing the edge inside.

You placed both hands on his shoulders, allowing him to enter your mouth, swirling his tongue against yours, a dance that tasted of the chilled wine before disconnecting again, taking deep breaths.

“We should go home, before I decide to get in the car with you.” He chuckled, carefully removing his hands from your body, palming through his hair.

“We have time. We just passed first base.”

Jin frowned, looking confused as you slid into the driver’s side, rolling down the window.

“First base?”

“Hey, we met in a sports bar; might as well keep the spirit alive.”

You winked at him, pulling out from your spot as Jin burst out laughing, waving at you before blowing a kiss.

You placed the lid on the pancake box, turning to look fondly at your still snoozing boyfriend. His arms encased his head, protective as he covered his eyes from the sunlight in the kitchen.

You moved over, trailing your fingertips over his bare skin. The supple surface had cooled in the chill of your home but you found him warm nonetheless, letting your hand rest over him, remembering the time you had seen him shirtless for the first time and he you, while also crossing the second base.

“Why are you shirtless?” You asked, pausing in the doorway of his kitchen.

Jin grumbled; nodding at the shirt he’d thrown to the floor. “I spilled soy sauce all over it. Damned bad luck; it’s one of my best white shirts…” He sighed, shaking his head before returning to his stirring.

“Oh,” you gulped, feeling heat seep into the apples of your cheeks at the vision in front of you.

Jin’s pacific shoulders stretched out, nearly taking up half the space of the kitchen, the muscles rippling every time those sinewy arms shuffled with the hissing pan. He thwacked the spatula against the rim of the utensil, bending down to sniff at the condiments. The jeans he wore tightened against his hips, dragging your eyes to the curve of his rear. You gulped again.

“Do you want me to get you another shirt?”

“No, I’m cool.” Jin blinked when he turned to face you. “Are you okay?”

“Yep,”

“You look feverish, is it the heat?”

Well, it was definitely something alright but you managed to shake your head. Jin frowned, “Are you allergic to something in here?”

“No, Jin, I’m fine, really.”

“But you’re all red and jumpy and…” He trailed off, glancing at you strangely before down at his bare body. It took him a second but you saw the light bulb go on.

Your boyfriend smirked. “Is it me, Y/N? Am I making you hot?”

You would’ve rolled your eyes, made a snarky comment, anything but the way Jin reached back to turn down the stove and strode over to tower over you; eyes challenging and smug changed your mind.

You reached for him, his hands willingly wrapping around you to allow your lips to mesh together. Jin grinned into the kiss, large palms sliding down to your thighs before he was lifting you onto the kitchen island.

“You’re overdressed.” He mumbled, detaching from you to flick open the pearl buttons of your sleek blouse. You placed open mouthed kisses against the column of his throat while he slid the top away from your shoulders, his fingers playing with the straps of your cream bra.

His eyes met yours, hinting a question and you met his with approval, raising your arms so he could push the flimsy material over your head. You dropped your arms, eyes downcast as Seokjin dragged his over your newly bared skin. Gently fingertips pushed your chin up to where he placed a kiss to your eager mouth.

“You’re beautiful.” He whispered, foreheads pressing to yours. Hands clasping your knees he dragged you to the edge of the island, his mouth hovering over your neck and clavicle, while his warm breath wafted on your skin, soaking in.

By the time he closed his pillow like petals over your peaking nipples, tongue laving over them, you were already aching against the very obvious bulge that was pressed right against your core.

Naturally, dinner was a bit late.

“Baby,” you called, hand now rubbing against his neck, trying to push him towards consciousness.

Seokjin grumbled, unintelligible before turning his head away from you. You gasped in mock offense. “A minute ago you didn’t want to leave me, now you’re pushing me away.”

“It was longer than a minute.” Jin raised his head to give you an owlish look. “You left me alone for too long; now I’m self sufficient.”

“Uh-huh, fine then, I suppose I’ll be eating all these pancakes by myself.” You moved to your own seat, placing two fluffy pancakes on your own plate and slathering them with chocolate syrup.

“Rude,” Jin huffed, brightening only when you put two on his own plate, sliding the butter and honey over. “If you were nicer, it would be you and honey on the menu for me but you’re playing.” He pouted.

“Jin!” You whined, “Please don’t, I’ve been having flashbacks all morning and you’re not helping.”

Your boyfriend paused mid-bite. “Flashbacks…? What kind of flashbacks?”

“About us, our time together…just stuff,” You took a bite into your pancake while Jin continued to stare at you.

“You were thinking about the bases, weren’t you?” He asked shrewdly, quirking his eyebrow.

“Why would you say that?”

“Because you got all messed up when I brought up eating you out casually. I mean I don’t want to brag but after four years together I can still get you all hot and bothered. I’m awesome.”

You tossed a sprig of rosemary at him in retaliation which he batted away before grinning lasciviously. “I’m right aren’t I? You were thinking of our ‘times’ together.”

“Jin,” You warned.

“Remember third base?”

Oh didn’t you…

“Oh my god, stop,” You placed a hand flat on Kim Seokjin’s perfect face, trying to push it away but damn the man was strong. All the hours he spent with Jungkook in that absurd Club gym weren’t wasted after all.

“Please,” he whispered.

“Jin, Sulli’s in the house. It’s weird.”

“She’s not in the room, is she? Just please, I’ve been waiting for so long. You promised!”

You yanked yourself away when you felt Jin’s hand trailing up your jeans. Ever since you’d crossed second base, Jin had become much more insistent on getting the bases out of the way. It had been five months already but neither of you had had enough time, what with your ongoing thesis and his job starting as a financial advisor.

The changing hours had left him tired, not much happening if he came over, only to fall asleep while you did your own thing or joined him.

Now he was settled and you were free. Jin’s way of celebrating that was to ‘get over with third base’.

“Y/N just let me taste you. I was so hard thinking about it and I had to talk to my boss sporting a boner. It’s the least you can do.”

“Well, you shouldn’t have thought about it.”

He growled. “Are you joking? I have a fucking beautiful girlfriend, how am I not supposed to think about getting my mouth on every available inch of you?”

You were so surprised by his vehemence that you never noticed his hand on your waistband, popping the button open. You straightened, allowing him to tug the zipper down. Jin’s eyes were darkening, lower lip caught in his teeth as he glanced up at you hungrily.

“Lay back, baby,”

You obeyed, positioning yourself flat on your back in the center of your bed. Jin hovered over you, sliding the jeans off you and tossing it over his shoulders.

“I thought you said no?” He asked, leaning over you to tap at the silk covering you. You hummed absently. “I said no, until Sulli leaves.”

“So, I can go to town?”

You groaned. “You are so lame.”

Jin pushed himself against you, a hand lifting your face to his. “You love me,” he shushed before crawling down your body, lifting the thin tank top to expose your stomach.

You watched; lips caught between your teeth, as Seokjin took a breath, lowering his mouth till it rested just over your navel, small brushes lilting against your rapidly heating skin. “Relax, love, you’re all red and tense.” He ran a soothing palm over your leg, taking your mind off the fact that you were indeed mostly naked in front of him.

“I’m fine,” you squeaked.

He laughed at you, eyes fond even as he was slipping a thumb into the waistband of your panties, edging them lower. “If you say so, but I need you a little less stiff so you can enjoy it and I can enjoy doing it to you. We don’t have to,” he began but you were already cutting him off.

“No, no, I’m fine, I want this.” You nodded frantically.

Your lover read you for a second longer, gauging your reaction before the fabric pooling around your knees vanished, tossed in the same direction your jeans were and Seokjin’s face was lowering again.

He settled himself comfortably in the space between your parted legs, making sure to place them over his shoulder, enormous as they were, holding them apart just in case you decided to close them.

And you did…

The first flicker of his tongue against the underside of your belly had you jolt in ticklish panic. Jin stopped immediately; giving you an accusing stare.

“Relax, Y/N.” He warned yet again, keeping his eyes on you as his tongue slipped out again, boldly pressing against your clit, a swift and noticeable pressure.

“Oh,” you said simply, your eyes fixed to your ceiling while you tried not to be distracted from his ministrations.

Each lick, pucker and suck against your rosy flesh had you moaning, exultation barely hidden and over the horizon. You wondered if Sulli had in fact, heard it all, each indecent and wonderful reaction; but as Jin moved, slurping lewdly against your wetness with his long, crooked fingers buried knuckle deep in you, coaxing an orgasm that blinded you and had him grunting in satisfaction, you thought: Ah, fuck it.

Jin was staring intently at you, while you kept your own eyes firmly fixed to your food.

“Well…do you?” He pressed.

“Jin,” you shook your head. “What does it matter anyway? It’s in the past, we’re here now, why are you so bothered about that?”

“Because,” He replied simply. “All those times were so hot. I don’t remember one single time when we’ve been awkward in our physical intimacy and I’m proud of us for clicking naturally.”

“Just in that one department,” You teased.

“I’m just going to point out to you that our fourth year anniversary just went by and that we live together. You might just bear my children someday.”

You threw yet another packet of condiment at him, squarely hitting him in the shoulder. He let out a short groan that made you look up in surprise. “I hurt you with a packet of pepper?”

“No, I just…I had morning wood…but you know food first…but, well, all this talk about our sex life kind of has me going again.”

Jin cast you big, warm hopeful eyes, squirming in his chair to get the point across. You eyed him right back, trying to pour as much disdain as you could into it but to no avail. Either he was too used to it or he was too horny to notice.

“Come on, Y/N,” he reached for your free hand, thumbing circles over yours.

“You have hands Jin,” you retorted, pulling at your hand but he held fast.

“Come on, Y/N,” He repeated, voice deepening to a pitch he knew had you melting in a pool of your own lust while he watched wickedly.

“Play fair, you jerk!”

Seokjin stood up, rising to his full height as he moved to your side, bending over your chair to press cool, chapped lips to your neck.

“I’m so hot for you. Plus, we love kitchen sex.” He murmured, a husky undertone already present that had you squirming in your own seat, much to his delight.

“You know you want to, baby.” Jin’s hand moved from your shoulder, brushing flat over your breast, tweaking at your hardening nipple over the over sized shirt of his you had on before settling near the apex of your legs.

“I also know exactly how you like it. We can have a mini celebration of our fourth base right here.”

You were already losing, you could tell. Your breath quickened, pulse thrumming in your ears, in tandem with Jin’s voice. You clutched at his bicep, nails inching on his skin. Your eyes fell shut when he pulled the shirt up, slipping into the cotton boy shorts that completed your night wear.

A simple push to one side and your legs were opening for the man, his fingers already running over the insides of your thighs. The delicate skin prickled, signaling goose bumps on the rise.

“Jin,” You whimpered, his body caging over yours with the other hand moving to pull at the shirt, tugging it till it popped free over your head.

“Damn, I’m never going to get tired of seeing you naked.” He grunted, already pulling his own shirt over his head to join you.

You turned in the chair, running a hand over his abdomen, feeling him clench at your touch.

“You know what I remembered?” You asked.

“Hmm?” Seokjin curved a hand under your chin, letting you fiddle with his drawstrings.

“I didn’t suck you off during our third base. I want to make up for that.” You glanced up, through your lashes even as Jin exhaled sharply, a curt nod allowing you to free him from his pants.

Seokjin’s hot, pulsating length bobbed; a sight you’d seen many times but one that struck you during times like these; when it was slow but there was desperation coating the air, causing you to appreciate just what a gorgeous man your boyfriend was in all sense of the word.

Jin waited, letting you marvel all over his manhood, hand wrapping around the base to tug at the skin. A drip of precum oozed at the head, indicating his eagerness and before he could brace himself you had engulfed him.

A healthy sex life had made you adept at taking in Jin’s size, his glans and most of his length settling into the hot cavern of your mouth and above you the man let out an obscene groan.

“Fuck, baby,” he whispered when you went further, his hand reaching up to rest at the back of your head, helping you.

Minutes passed as the only sounds in the kitchen were Jin’s low grunts and the soft, squelching of his cock going down your throat. You used the extra saliva to coat his length thickly, but Jin pulled away.

“Floor, honey, get on the floor, I want to be inside you now.” He choked, his own hand wrapping tightly around his length, jerky movements giving away the edge.

You hurriedly complied, getting rid of the shorts before getting on the floor, on all fours for easiest access. Even though it definitely wasn’t your first time fucking in the kitchen, what with Jin’s fondness for cooking and your fondness for watching him at it, it had been a while. Getting your own apartment with a nice bed to fool around in, with jobs had made you both much more conservative.

Jin got on his knees behind you, patting at your legs until you moved so he could slide the folded fabric of his shirt under your knees. The other hand moved to your willing core, fingers rubbing over your swollen lips to gather your wetness.

“So wet, baby, it’s been a while since I’ve had you in the kitchen, are you excited?” He asked gently. You could already feel the smug smile in the kiss he placed over the curve of your ass as he wrapped his hands around your hips.

“Yes,” you answered him, basking in his excitement at being adventurous again.

“Mm, that’s nice, we should do this more often,” he said, running the head of his cock over your opening, watching the way your juices slicked on his skin. “I should surprise you more often; eat you out on the table…maybe you can suck me off while I cook your favorite fried rice? Or we can just get down and dirty on the floor, give us an excuse to clean more?”

“Jin, please hurry,” you whined and he giggled while pushing in finally.

Seokjin settled in you heavy, his cock hot as your wall squeezed him. Your back arched as Jin hissed, gritting his teeth.

“You’re sucking me in baby, look at that.” He pulled back, staring at the place you connected in awe, a slow rhythm placed that just toed the line between satisfying and not enough.

You let out a keening whine when Jin paused, still nestled in you to place a trail a kisses up your back, slowly starting again. “Jin,” You panted his name in reproach.

“I know baby, but I’m still sensitive and you’re so tight in the morning. Just enjoy it, we have time.” He soothed.

You lowered yourself to rest on your elbows while he continued to move in you, low groans of appreciation falling from his lips as you backed yourself on his length.

When finally you felt you might explode from the delicious burn of his thickness in you, rubbing just shy from that glorious spot, he picked up.

Jin’s frame bent over you, one hand wrapping around your chest to hold you to him as his hips picked up pace, pounding into you with a speed that had you crying out, broken and pitched.

Hot breath washed over your ear, Jin panting on your skin, low growls whimpering dirty praises that would’ve curled your toes if you weren’t getting distracted at the moment.

“Are you close, sweetheart? Are you going to come all over me, gush the way I like? I know you can. Come on,” His hand slipped down to the swollen nub of nerves, rubbing harshly.

Your body arced away from him, fragmenting with the power of the orgasm that washed over you. Jin still remained, a loud expletive escaping him at the way your walls tightened and squeezed, milking him inside of you. You dropped back to the floor, sated and dopey with Jin following, his warm weight comforting upon you.

Jin pushed hair out of your eyes, smiling when he saw the dazed beam on your face. “That was amazing.” You crooned. He kissed your lips, sealing the smiles together. “Yes, we are. Can you walk?” He quietly inquired.

You whined immediately, throwing arms around his neck. “No. Carry.”

Seokjin obeyed.

With some difficulty, Jin hefted you up into his arms, walking through the hall. “I think it’s fair that I get clingy and whiny in the mornings. You do the same after sex. Even Steven,” He teased you, receiving no answer. He glanced down to see you already asleep, head resting against his chest.

Sighing with a surge of endorphins and love for the nuzzling woman he carried to the bathroom, he thought of the surprise he had for you in his sock drawer.

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Six Phases 002

Who knew it nearly took 6 months to win your heart, and 6 phases for Baekhyun to lose his mind.

A/N: Part 2! Yes, this part is long as well. It’s like 9.3k (baekhyun’s fault again smh) 😅 hope you like it, let me know what you think in my ask box 🌹 🌹 Enjoy ♡ ♡

[ contains: romance, fluff, angst & smut (later on) ]

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Track 4

You'd think that after a month of constantly denying, avoiding and downright ignoring that Byun Baekhyun would give up trying to talk to me.

Either he is just always this persistent or his head is shoved far up his own cocky ass.

"Ri-"

"I swear to god." I grumble, coffee mug forgotten as I straighten up in my chair. "Baekhyun for the last damn time, No."

"Wow," A familiar yet different voice chimes; full of amusement.

Gasping I turn around in my seat; ignoring the annoyingly loud squeak of the furniture, "Sehun."

The man chuckles and opens his arms as I stand to go in for a hug. "Hey there, shorty."

"Hey~" I pull back to look at him. "How's it going? How'd you know to find me here?"

"Your roommate is pretty chatty and bright." He takes my spot and I glare at him until he snorts, sliding closer to the window so I can sit beside him.

"Yeah, that's totally her," I mutter resting my chin on my palm.

"So," He takes my cup and tilts his head to taste some of my drink. "Ready to talk about that party?"

I nearly choke going to take my own sip; eyeing him as he brushes invisible dirt off of his black t-shirt. "Um," Carefully setting the mug down I turn more towards him. "I thought we agreed to never speak of this-"

"I only meant that promise for the moment because you were already crying in my arms-" He quickly interjects.

"AND that too." I grumble.

"Riley." He gives me a pointed look, not even shaking away the long strands of hair dangling in his eyes.

I tap my fingers on the edge of the cup, running my hand through my hair with a sigh. "W-Well.."

His outfit looks even better up close. Silk black shirt and collarbones glistening with sweat. Tight leather pants leaving little to the imagination; mouthwatering with how he moves his hips. Heavy gaze with his eyeliner rimmed eyes full of pure mischief and sin. Silver buttons occasionally colliding and forming goosebumps on my skin as he smirks—

"Well?"

Snapping out of it I meet Sehun's curious yet scrutinizing stare. That look alone makes me wish I never went out—or at least told him about that night. A flash of silver hair and pouty lips fill my mind. I down the rest of my mocha without a second thought.

I really need to stop thinking about it.

"Well." Clearing my throat as I fiddle with the empty container, I choose my words carefully. "I... Went to a party with Jenny."

"Which I know already-"

"Are you gonna shut up and let me talk?" I blink firmly, lips pressed into a line.

Sehun takes one look at my face and quietly leans back into the booth.

I relax back as well with a sigh. "The minute we got there and started heading towards the house, she stopped and gestured to a group of men."

He nods, quickly silencing his phone with a swipe of his finger when a notification pops up.

"She told me to stay away from them," I mumble interlocking my hands over my stomach. "And seeing the genuine concern on her face, I agreed-"

"Hesitantly I bet-"

"Oh!"

He yelps as I move to slap his arm, pouting when he doesn't move away fast enough.

"Fast forward, I ended up tipsy and dancing with one of them." Sighing I lean forward to cross my arms on the table; ignoring the impatient glare from the waitress standing across the room. She has been doing that for the past few minutes. I don't know if it's because of the fact that I have been sitting here for about an hour or that I'm with my handsome friend.

Sehun—ever the attentive one—raises his hand and orders something; bringing on the charm to make her relax. Once she scribbles it down and heads for the counter he turns to me again, rubbing a hand over my back. "What happened next?"

I release another sigh; my shoulders moving in exaggeration. "After I nearly froze like a deer in headlights on the floor, Jenny came to the rescue as soon as the song ended."

"Your knight in shining armor."

I hum lightly in reply; playing with my cup and growing shy as I utter my next words. "Turns out the guy was Byun Baekhyun-"

"Wait." Eyeing him irritably, I blink at the serious expression on his face. "Hold the fuck up, you danced with the Byun Baekhyun? At a party?"

Well, his party. "Uh yes...?" I hesitate, taking in the growing panicked look in his eyes.

He suddenly smirks, eyes full of mischief. "So," He starts, leaning in close whispering a, "How good was he?"

My reaction is instant; the scarlet coloring of my cheeks growing deeper as I weakly slap his arm. "Shut up!" He's doubled over in his own unique laughter; holding onto the table for support. "We only danced!"

"I know." He chuckles with his arm over his stomach; leaning his head back on the booth. "You're too prude to end up in his bed, innocent girl." He grins, playfully nudging my side before wiping a tear from his eye. I nearly choked trying to respond and he's quick to pick up on it; his eyes widening before they narrow. Slowly he sits back up, "Riley. Parker."

"L-Look," I stutter; cowering back at his 'you fucking didn't' glare. "I can explain!" I squeak.

He crosses his arms with gritted teeth. "Start. Talking."

"Okay okay." Gulping I tell him everything from the encounter with the drunken idiot to storming out of the mansion. The waitress interrupting the middle of it with the two muffins Sehun ordered.

Sehun sits there with his fingers laced together on the table for a second; seeming to run it all over in his mind. "So no sex?"

"SEHUN!" I cry.

"Hey," Dodging my attacks he holds my hands gently in his own. "I'm just making sure, okay?"

Pausing to take in the sincere expression on his face, I nod looking down at our hands. "I know..." My gaze goes back to him when he suddenly straightens up.

"Earlier you thought I was Baekhyun." He mumbles slowly, meeting my eye. "Is he bothering you?"

Biting my lip anxiously I try not to break the eye contact, "..No."

He sighs deeply; nodding, "He is. Okay." He releases my hands, making a gesture for me to move. My heart jumps into my throat; I know where this is going. "No-Sehun, wait," I whine refusing to get up. He shoots me an annoyed look, "What."

"H-He hasn't been bothering me, it's just..." I sigh playing with my fingers. "His presence is...overwhelming." I bite the inside of my cheek. "Every time I look up, he always seems to be around. In the dorms. On the way to physics. Back from the cafeteria... It's annoying."

He rests his arm on the table; holding one muffin with the elegance of a model while thinking it over. "Has he been trying to?..."

Noticing the look on his face I quickly shake my head, "No!" Feeling curious eyes on me I shrink, whispering a, "He just asks how I am and about the weather and s-stuff..."

"He-" Sehun chokes going into another laughing fit. "H-He asks about the weather? Really?" He sighs breaking off a piece of his treat. "Are we talking about the same Byun Baekhyun?" He wipes another tear from his eye still chuckling.

I nod, "Unbelievable right? He even complimented my ugly neon green sweater..."

"That crop top that chases all the boys away?" Sehun's brows raise. He scoffs when I nod again; crossing his arms, "He's totally set on getting you in his bed...Again." He gives me a disapproving look that I quickly look away from. An action I regret when my eyes meet those of a certain silver-haired man.

"Shit! Sehun." I whisper/shout; ducking down to hide behind the booth.

"Wha-" He flinches at my nails digging into his bicep; obviously sore from his daily visit to the gym. "What? What!?" He whisper/shouts back.

"He's here..." I mumble.

"..Huh?"

Slapping his arm I snap my fingers, pointing beyond the back of our seat, "There!"

He tilts his head to awkwardly meet my gaze with wide eyes, "You're shitting me."

I roll my eyes, "Take a look yourself."

Like the bad actor he is, he immediately looks over the booth in the most obvious manner. "Oh..." He turns back to me. "Shit."

"Exactly." I hiss. "And he fucking saw me. How the hell will I get out of here?"

He makes a displeased noise. "Maybe he'll order and leav-" Taking another glance Sehun stops short.

"What?" His frozen expression isn't lessening my anxiety. "...Sehun?"

"He's..." He squints, "With someone."

I raise my brows, "One of the other douches or..." He shakes his head, running a hand through his obsidian black hair, "No. Jenny."

My eyes widen, "Jen?-"

As if on cue, that unmistakable laughter fills the peaceful atmosphere. Sehun and I share a look.

Gripping the seat and peeking back over the booth, I see the side-profile of the duo ordering up at the counter, chatting like old friends. Their height difference nearly comical with how tiny my roommate is.

"Just what kind of fuckery is this?" I mumble.

"I know how to get you out of here," Sehun mumbles back, popping the rest of his muffin into his mouth and grabbing the other. He throws a few dollar bills on the table before gesturing for me to move. "Follow my lead."

Getting up to let him out I make sure my back faces the distracted duo. Sehun reaches for my arm once he stands, gently pulling me behind him. Following him without a question, we calmly make our way to the front of the cafe. I switch to walking beside him as we pass the two people seemingly chatting up happily to the cashier.

Just as we reach the door, I feel that familiar stare, my body tensing up. Sehun lightly squeezes my arm when I slow down; ushering me out the door before I can look back at the man burning his eyes into the back of my head.

"Geez, that was intense." He sighs, leading us to a cute flower shop a few doors down. He shoves his hand in his pocket before spinning around to face me. "And you! Why did you slow down? You almost blew our cover."

Feeling a blush coming on I sigh shaking my head. "I'm sorry, I just..." My shoulders sag in defeat. "He saw me anyway."

"Huh?" He stops fiddling with his phone; his jaw dropping, "How!?"

I scoff growing more flustered. "What do you-Sehun he was staring at me!"

His eyes widen with an incredulous expression on his face pointing at me. "How? We were careful!"

"I felt his stare," I whisper.

He blinks now looking at me in disbelief, his arm lowering back to his side, "Now you know how his stare feels like."

"I-I..." I kick a stray rock on the ground, "Yeah. It always feels like he's trying to look deep into my soul or something.."

"On your back?" He continues in a monotone. "He's trying to look for your soul through your back?"

"His stare is very piercing okay!" I huff, speed walking away. Sehun with his longer legs catches up easily.

"I guess it's just meant to be that he follows you around then." He mumbles, "Good luck explaining our meeting to him."

"There's nothing to explain." Shaking my head at him, I speed up even more; glad that I decided to wear my comfortable jeans today.

"You might want to." He calmly meets my strides, holding out his muffin in my direction. "Byun Baekhyun is a very jealous man."

I snort. "As if I give a shit." Eyeing his offering I gently take it from his hand, "The man's a stranger."

"A stranger with his sights set on you." He points out.

Leaving him without comment on that, we shift back to catching up on each other's lives and our bickering dynamic. The thoughts of Byun Baekhyun pushed to the back of my mind as I listen while enjoying the fresh taste of strawberry muffin.

/////

"Hey." A familiar voice husks behind me. Turning around I'm met with warm brown eyes covered slightly by long silver hair. Byun Baekhyun dressed in a black jacket that emphases the broadity of his shoulders. A thin black v neck underneath with beige khaki pants that are loose yet stylish. And matching colored platinum shoes that would look ugly on the average person; hell even I wouldn't attempt rocking those. How does he look so good and why is he behind me in line?

Suddenly remembering he spoke when his brows raise, I jerk back into focus. "Uh.. Hi."

A warm smile spreads on his face, "How are you? How's your day going?"

"Um..." Looking at the textbooks clutched in my arms, I try to avoid his beaming smile. "Alright." The conversation ends there like it always does in these coincidental situations.

"I believe I saw you this morning." He hums suddenly as we move up. "With a guy."

I choke; stopping in my tracks as goosebumps rise on my skin. His tone was cherry but anyone with ears could hear the emphasis on the word guy. "Well-"

"He was tall. Your boyfriend?" He lifts a brow.

I inwardly sigh at that, choosing my words carefully. "He's someone I've known and trusted for years." I decide to say, avoiding his question and narrowing eyes.

"Can we talk?" He mumbles, gesturing ahead as a large gap appears between me and the person in front of the line. Facing forward as I quickly close the space, the feeling of his eyes glued to the back of my flower shirt has an unwanted flush covering my cheeks. He lightly tugs at the strap of my backpack; brown eyes questioning me slightly.

Nodding firmly before turning away to roll my eyes I sigh. What is up with this guy, really?

"Hi, may I take your order?"

Focusing back at the task at hand, I let my eyes quickly skim over the menu behind the counter before meeting eyes with the cashier. "Yes, I would like the..." They nod as I list off what I want, telling me my total at the end. Starting to reach for my wallet I jump at how bad the weight of my books shift in my arms. Oh shit. Looking between the cashier, spotless counter, my dusty books, and the floor; I inwardly panic. How to not make a fool out of myself in public question mark.

"Here." A familiar hand holds out a credit card, the scent of fresh laundry and citrus filling my space as Byun Baekhyun steps forward. "I'm paying. Let me order as well."

Left shocked and evermore speechless, I say nothing as the cashier nods taking his order as well before accepting the card.

"I-" I try as we walk towards the tables, "You didn't have to-"

He spins around nearly causing me to crash into him. "Shh." His eyes run over me before settling on my own with a tilt of his head. "Follow me?"

Already feeling indebted (the worst feeling) I follow him quietly; shifting the weight of my books between my arms.

Of course, he walks us over to a booth, gesturing for me to sit. "Here." He reaches out for my books as I eye him incredulously. "Let me help you with that."

Sending him one more judging look I let him take the books out of my tired arms, sliding into the booth with a heavy sigh. He sits across from me neatly setting them beside him on the seat. Feeling indebted again I call out to him, "Hey..."

His eyes search for mine in an instant as I look beyond him to the bright advertisement of food in the back of the room; slightly shaking my hand sanitizer bottle at him.

Recognizing what I'm trying to do, he smiles, opening his palms to receive a good amount of it. "Thank you."

"No, thank you." I mumble. "You didn't have to do that. I'll pay you back."

"After we eat." He keeps his gaze on me as I avoid it in every way possible. "And talk."

Oh. Cursing Sehun inwardly for being the ever smart person he is, I sag in my chair. Right.

Fortunately or not, he doesn't start up this "talk" until after our food has arrived. The hot steam coming from the fries mouthwatering to my late afternoon starving stomach. I could eat a hippo at this point and it'd taste good.

Immediately digging into my burger I pause mid-second bite when he chuckles. Freezing in horror for a moment I remind myself of what happened last month and continue enjoying my meal. "If you want to talk-"

"Can I be honest for a minute?" He asks softly. His eyes blinking innocently at me.

Closing my eyes to curse myself this time, I sigh nodding.

"Ever since that afternoon we bumped into each other, I..."

Cringing outwardly at the memory I cover my face. "I'm sorry for being clumsy, okay? It's a fault and I'm working hard to fix it-"

"No-Riley."

My eyes widen. That's the only response I have to Byun Baekhyun. With his pleading puppy eyes and pretty hand softly resting on mine.

He licks his lips taking in my silent yet attentive state. "I want to get to know you."

I raise a brow turning my head a little to the side, "In what way?"

He starts to say something and then seems to reconsider. "In any way you'll let me."

My eyebrows shoot up at that. Byun Baekhyun. Playboy Byun Baekhyun wants to get to know me? In any way I allow?

What the actual fuck.

A laugh escapes my lips before I can stop it; looking away and trying to control my amusement. "Is this how you do it?"

"Hmm?" He hums, hand still on top of mine.

I move away, clutching onto the bottom of my shirt instead. "Is this how you get girls? You tempt them by yielding to their will then bend them to yours?"

He blinks a look of confusion on his face, "What?"

I chuckle at his act, smirking bitterly at him, "What do you really want out of this? Another girl in your bed?"

Confusion continues to play on his features, and then it clicks. Something in him seems to snap; his whole posture shifting as his eyes darken. "Is that what you really think of me?"

I use every last of my strength to not waver under his heated stare, meeting his gaze head-on with my nonchalant one.

He scoffs, sitting back with a chuckle of disbelief. "I'm genuinely trying to get to know you and you assume I only want you for sex." He shakes his head.

I shrug even as my cheeks flush at that last word, "It's what you're known for, isn't it?"

The look he shoots my way has my mouth snapping shut. "So you believe in rumors." He nods to himself, fingers touching his lips before he lets his hands fall back to the table; regarding me with a piercing stare. "Tell me, did I try coming onto you at the party?"

I start to remind him that he was the one who never denied said rumors until he hits me with another one of those looks. "I'd like to think you are decent enough to not come onto a drunk girl," I mumble.

He nods not looking away from me for a second. "So you trust me with that, but not with wanting to date you?"

Date!? I blink, "Date?"

He laughs a little genuinely this time. "You're cute." He hums, eyes returning to their usual brown and warmth. "Yes, I want to date you."

My cheeks have no hope of cooling down at this point as I open my mouth to reply.

He lifts a hand, "I can tell by how you're being that dating is far fetched." He smiles, interlocking his hands under his chin while leaning forward. "So let's go at your pace, hmm? See where it takes us?"

Looking into his cutely blinking, sparkly brown eyes I sigh inwardly in defeat. Fighting the urge to roll my eyes at the turn of events I lean forward as well, his own orbs brighten even more at my action. "Friends," I mumble holding out my pinky finger.

He looks down at the digit a smile playing at his lips. My brows lift in challenge until he wraps his finger around mine, seeming to pause before letting out a, "Don't we have to seal it with a kiss?"

My eye twitches at that, and the smirk on his face. Never one to easily let someone else win, I nod smirking as well. "Of course~" The closer I lean in the more his eyes widen significantly. I ignore my own racing heart when our noses brush. His eyes flutter closed with a shiver; pretty eyelashes lightly touching the top of his cheeks. God how is he so nice to look at all over it's insane.

Smirking even more, I lift my hidden fistful of napkins pressing them to his lips; quick to peck the other side just as his eyes snap open in shock. Before he can hold me in place I've already leaned back, laughing loudly. "T-The look on your face!" I wheeze out of breath with a grin.

"S-Shut up," Baekhyun mumbles with rosy cheeks; adorably stirring his straw in his drink.

"Awww is baby baek sulking?" I tease chuckling when he shoots me a weak glare. Even with me laughing at his little moment of misery, he manages to have a cute smile on his face.

Maybe this wasn't a bad idea.

/////

Alright, befriending him? Decent idea. Giving him my number? The worse idea known to man.

"Fucking hell." I groan rolling over onto my back, throwing an arm over my face. Maybe if I pretend I'm a deep sleeper, he'll go away.

Alas, the ringtone designated for him, (that I—regrettably—let him choose himself,) blares for the 3rd time from my phone.

Fed up I launch myself out of bed, standing up with irritation in my veins while answering the damn thing.

"Hell—"

"7am on a Saturday, Byun?" I grit out. It takes everything in me not to speak louder in fear of waking up Jenny.

"I-I'm sorry." He's quick to reply in a sleepy mumble. At least he sounds apologetic.

And hot, my mind can't help but to point out.

I squeeze my eyes shut as memories of the party come to mind again. Not now brain.

I'm brought back to the present when he clears his throat. "I wanted to ask yesterday if you had plans for today, but by the time class ended and I got back from the office it was the early morning.."

Office? I wonder, biting the tip of my thumb. "It's fine." I sigh after awhile. "Just...text me next time?"

"But I like calling you." He mumbles even sleepier than before; voice muffled as if his face is in his pillow. "Your voice is pretty."

"And I sleep in on Saturdays." I'm quick to reply, tightening my grip on the phone as my cheeks flush. It's way too damn early for these kinds of compliments.

He chuckles in that 'I know you're getting shy' way I'm starting to be familiar with; asking softly, "When can I see you today?"

"Hold on," I mumble growing more flustered as I shuffle through the nightstand next to my bed. It took the past 2 weeks entirely to get the damn thing assembled on my own. Grabbing my hot pink decorated planner, (gotta love duct tape,) I flip to September, the bolded words Hair Appointment staring me dead in the face.

I gasp loudly, moving to gather my things to hop in the shower. "I will be busy from 9 to 11 so... Meet you at the cafe around 12?" My voice shifting to a panicked squeak at the end.

Baekhyun chuckles through the phone and I find myself pausing; a sort of calmness washing over me. His voice sounds so deep, husky, and undoubtedly sweet in the mornings-

"Okay," He chirps making me chuckle as well. "See you soon, Riley."

"Riley?"

I flinch, turning to gape at a half-asleep Jenny. She rubs her eye as I hear a distant, "Riley?" Through the phone.

Standing there nervously eyeing a confused looking Jenny, I bring the phone to my mouth; whispering a quiet, "See you, Byun." He hums a goodbye soothingly in reply.

"Byun?..." Jenny mumbles sleepily as I cut the line. "Byun, Byun-" Her eyes snap open. She sits up in bed; freshly dyed purple hair in disarray. "Byun Baekhyun!?"

I go back to nonchalantly gathering my shower things but avoiding her scrutinizing stare is impossible. "Yes," I mumble in defeat.

Taking a peek at her she has a bewildered look on her face. She reaches under her pillow to retrieve her phone; squinting, "Why the hell is he calling you at 7 in the morning?"

I shrug nonchalantly ignoring the heavy pounding of my heart, "He wanted to meet up."

Her brows rise, "Right now?" She exclaims.

"No!" I squeak cowering under her glare. "We are going to meet up at the cafe around the block, like always. That's all."

"Like always!?" She near screeches. The people next door rap on the wall and yell out a complaint as I resist the urge to cover my ears; eyeing her carefully. If she were in a cartoon, steam would be coming out of her ears by now. "How many times have you been meeting him behind my back!?"

I blink at that; managing to comfortably cross my arms and tsk, "What? He's not your boyfriend is he?" He better not, I'll kill him; I think. Alarming myself by such an aggressive thought.

"Pfft! Nooo" She shakes her head, laughing loudly. "Hell no."

"Alright then," I mumble blankly; going back to my bag of things to throw it over my shoulder. The doorknob is just in my grasp when her soft voice calls me back.

"Riley? Just...be careful, okay?"

Pausing I look back at her; lips twitching, "I saw you with him last Wednesday. What's the difference?"

She sighs wordlessly patting the space next to her. Reluctantly leaving my stuff by the door I make my way over, sitting on the edge of her bed.

"Baekhyun doesn't have the best past when it comes to relationships, Riley." She begins, looking off into space. "I will admit that I was there. And I saw you as soon as we walked through the door." She turns to me then, blue eyes honest as can be. "I tried my best to distract him with the pretty lady behind the counter, but like fate, he caught his eye on the familiar brunette wearing a flower shirt." She smiles softly as my cheeks flush; her gaze focusing on her hands. "He saw you with a tall man of all people." She laughs as I try hard not to snort, "You really know how to make him go crazy without even knowing."

Yeah, tell me about; I nearly say. Remembering just how bothered he seemed by the encounter the week before.

Jenny sighs resting her hands on her knees. "I warned him to stay away from you, but anyone from miles away can see how smitten he is with you." She smiles a little sadly. "I once had a roommate who got her heart crushed by him." A flash of annoyance covers her face. "I gave him hell for months until we came to an agreement: if I'm rooming with someone, they are off-limits." She dramatically rolls her neck to the side; smiling teasingly at me. "Looks like you're the exception."

I can't help chuckling as she wiggles her eyebrows; my gaze settling up on the ceiling. "Thank you for telling me.." Looking back at her I raise a brow, "I'm not here looking for any relationship though."

Her own brows raise at that, "He said the same thing," A smirk grows on her face. "Before meeting you~"

"Ugh." I groan, playfully pushing her laughing form away.

"Go shower and get to your appointment before you're late." She softly chastises, shooing me off the bed.

"Thanks, mom," I grumble a little, laughing at the dramatic upset look on her face. "I'm on it."

"Have fun on your date!" She calls just as I'm walking out the door. Noticing the other people curiously looking my way, I quickly walk down the hall; fanning my flushing cheeks.

/////

At 11:30 sharp, I'm weaving my way through the Saturday traffic from hell; flinching every time someone bumps into me or I'm spotted by a creepy classmate. Freshly straight and shiny long hair tied back loosely with a hair-tie. The GPS on my phone claims that the cafe is a mere 15 minutes away, but me being me—always punctual—I made sure I left early to give myself double the time.

"Doll."

Near squeaking at the sudden appearance of...what was this tall guy's name again? Squinting at him I take in his height and beautiful skin tone... Ah, flirty Jongin. Internally rolling my eyes I shake my head in his direction; continuing to push through the crowd.

"It's not polite to brush someone off like that, Doll." A teasing voice chuckles in my ear.

I grit my teeth, "Go away."

"Going somewhere huh?" He observes, annoyingly keeping up with my fast pace. He continues when I don't give a single acknowledgment, "Mind if I accompany you?"

"You'll just do what you want anyway," I mumble carefully eyeing a familiar flower shop.

Jongin chuckles deciding to be quiet for a long 30 seconds as we wait for the crosswalk light to turn green. "Are you meeting someone?" He wonders as I cross the street with a purpose. His gaze doesn't seem to leave the side of my face until we are right in front of the cafe. "Study date?"

He holds the door open for me after someone exits. Quietly thanking him I scan the room for a head of silver hair. Baekhyun is not hard to find. Jongin and I seem to spot him at the same time, "Byun Baekhyun?..."

"Outing with a friend," I mumble; cheeks flushing when said friend waves my way. Looking up to flash Jongin a quick smile, I tug my hair loose and step into the cafe.

Funnily enough, as I make my way to Baekhyun it turns out he chose the booth that Sehun and I regularly sit in.

"Riley~" He greets as soon as I sit across from him. My back ends up towards the door; typical. He has his hair down in that boyish style again; dressed in a thin grey sweater that does a poor job in hiding his firm chest and well-built arms (not like I remember how they look and feel or anything—)

Shooting the man a small smile to distract myself, his own seems to become even more bright and blinding in response. "Hi Baekhyun." Quickly checking the time I blink at the 11:51am staring back at me. Guess we are both extremely punctual people.

Good; that unrealistic part of my mind gushes.

Focusing back on the task at hand, I rack my brain for a conversation starter before things can turn awkward.

Ah. My eyes widen. Got it.

"So," leaning forward with my hands clasped under my chin, I regard him with what I hope to be a curious expression. "You said something about an office this morning?"

Baekhyun's eyes widen a little a look of surprise on his handsome features, "Yeah." He licks his lips; biting them in a near shy manner, "Let's talk over coffee?"

Sighing even though this is the exact reason I suggested we meet here, I nod. He gives me his full attention as I recite my favorite preparation of mocha; a blush steadily forming on my face at the unbreakable eye contact. With a nod of his own and another of his killer smiles, he goes to order our drinks.

Resisting the urge to put my hand over my heart, I lean back fully with a shaky sigh; sneaking a quick text to Sehun.

Me: Dude tell me why I actually agreed to meet Baek today. I'm losing my shit. 11:55am

Sehun: What? Wait. Why? 11:56am

I readjust my glasses; smoothing out my sparkly teal t-shirt before sending a reply.

Me: We're trying to be "friends" 11:58am

All I get is a smirking emoji followed by even more inappropriate text gestures in reply.

Sensing a presence I put my phone back in my pocket, gazing up at Baekhyun. A smile tugs at my lips at the adorably concentrated look on his face as he tries to balance two drinks and muffins in his hands.

Succeeding in not dropping anything, he beams my way; sliding back into his seat.

I nod with a smile of my own, blowing tentatively on my steaming drink, "Good job."

He hums leaning back comfortably in his seat; regarding me with brown eyes full of awe and mischief. "So, you remember this morning, hmm?"

"Uh yeah.." I nod, crinkling my nose in confusion. What is he getting at? Going to take my first sip I choke on my spit, blinking with wide eyes.

"I like calling you."

"Your voice is pretty."

I point a finger at his smug smilling ass. "Shut the fuck up."

He laughs that contagious, "hahaha," of his as I sigh for the hundredth time; burning my tongue with no regrets.

/////

"Sooo you're taking over your family's company?" Briefly glancing over at Baekhyun, he keeps his eyes focused on the sidewalk.

He chuckles stepping over a left-open pothole in the ground; gently grabbing my elbow as I stumble. "No," He mumbles tucking his hand back into his pocket. "I have my own."

I do a double-take, "You what?"

He looks up at that. "What? You don't believe me?" He repeats stopping to turn towards me with a raised brow. "Think I can't handle it?"

"It's not that," I snort shaking my head as I stop as well. Ignoring the irritated people having to go around us. "I don't know you well enough to judge. But... You really run your own?" I ask blinking curiously. "Being CEO and all?"

He gives me a near blank stare. "Would I lie to you?"

"I don't know!" My voice cracks as I squeak, quickly avoiding his judging eyes. The timer on the green pedestrian light up ahead catches my attention. "H-Hurry up we're about to miss the light."

Just as I take another step someone shoves past me. I bite hard on my tongue to not yell after them when I lose my footing.

Once again hands are holding me by the elbow with practiced grace, "Careful." Baekhyun mumbles helping me regain my balance.

Huffing loudly I patiently wait for him to let go before moving on ahead, "Let's go. I hate crowds." Mumbling irritably my eyes stay focused on the tightly packed amount of people crossing the street.

Standing at the edge of the sidewalk a warm hand slips into my cold one. I stop dead in my tracks even as Baekhyun carries on ahead our hands tugging against each other. He looks back at me, softly squeezing my hand, "So you don't fall." He's got that beaming smile of his again, tilting his head cutely, "Is this okay?"

I nod quietly a weird feeling budding in my chest as he smiles even brighter, turning forward to lead our way through the annoying sea of people. Funny how easy it is to forget every annoying jab in the ribs and assholes stepping on the back of my shoes with how secure his warm hand feels in mine.

What is... Going on?

Clearing my throat I slip my hand out of his the second we reach the other side. "So you are a CEO." Pointedly avoiding his questioning stare I continue on forward, "What of exactly?"

"Privé alliance."

I choke. "I-" My heart nearly jumps out of my throat. Tripping over a crack in the sidewalk I have to grab onto the nearest thing to keep from face planting-which happens to be Baekhyun. "Privé-What!?"

Baekhyun is quick to hush me, wincing while pulling me away from the endless stream of people. "You sure are loud today," He mumbles.

I look up at him in shock, squinting at the sunlight reflecting off of the expensive shades covering his eyes. Where even the fuck did those come from? "You... You're the CEO of Privé, I..."

He holds up a hand. "I'm still the Baekhyun you kno-erm-are getting to know," He says.

My brows raise at his quick save, "Really?" They narrow in suspicion, "The CEO of arguably the biggest designer brand out there wants to associate with me. What makes me so special, huh?"

He looks me over; scanning my body from head to toe with a neutral expression on his face that leaves me flustered all the same. "If only you knew," He mumbles.

My eye twitches, "What is that supposed to mean?"

He shrugs carelessly and I have half the mind to tear into him until a thought occurs to me. "Baekhyun... How old are you?"

He quirks a brow, "Rude of you to ask a man his age."

"Not to be a smart ass but I'm damn sure that's a woman thing." I point out crossing my arms. "Now answer the question."

His other brow raises as he licks his lips, a smirk growing, "You're cute when you're bossy-Okay okay!" He exclaims dodging my fist. "Twenty three. I'm twenty three."

"Oh." I blink slowly lowering my fist, "Good."

"Why?" He turns his brown eyes onto me, asking the same question without directly saying so. Very smart of him.

"Only a 4 year difference," I mumble.

He blinks, "Wait you aren't 18?.." He trails off at my glare.

"Why? Are you into youngthings you perv?" I snap. His hands go up in defense, "No! I mean I don't mind-Wait! I-I mean, you are a freshman aren't you?" He says weakly.

Slowly letting go of my panicked murder intent I sigh, "Yeah."

"Rough high school experience?" He guesses.

"You have no idea," I mumble puffing my cheeks and blowing loose strands of hair out my face.

He gives me a sympathetic look that fills me with that feeling in my chest again.

"Anyway!" Turning to take in our surroundings I squint at him, "Are you CEO or a mafia lord?"

Baekhyun sighs in exaggeration. "Way to ruin a moment, Riley." He gives me an almost tired look, "Let's go."

Before I can take a step out the relatively bright alleyway, he braces his hand against the wall. "Um.."

Looking up at a flustered Baekyun I raise a brow.

"Can I hold your hand?..." He mumbles holding eye contact for a second before looking off into the distance.

Again? I almost squeak, stopping after taking in how he fidgets on his feet. Feeling a—dare I say—softness fill my heart at the sight of him, I cave. "Alright alright, here." Promptly reaching for his hand I swiftly march out the alley, ignoring the little gasp he makes. "The day is fading away and we're here looking at each other like a bunch of idiots."

"I could spend forever looking at you," He mumbles.

Sending him what I hope to be a threatening glare he only smiles sweetly in return. Groaning loud without a care I lead us down the street with a purpose.

Damn you smooth Byun Baekhyun.

****

I'm almost afraid to admit a few things.

I'm running from it I'm downright denying it, but... Baekhyun is a sweetheart. He knows how to make someone feel special either by daily texts checking up on me during his obviously busy schedule or paying attention to every detail when we go out.

Like he freaking noticed me eyeing the fluffiest stuffed corgi puppy I've ever seen in my life and bought it without batting an eye.

"You obviously like it." He said handing it over to me with a grin. "Plus you look even more adorable with it."

Stopping my complaints the second the ball of fluff is in my arms, I huff, quietly thanking him before quickly making my way back out the store.

He's very playful.

///

"Baekhyun, we can meet up at the park this weekend-"

"Missing me already? We just had coffee the other day~" The smirk is clear as day in his voice. "Let's have a picnic. I'll bring water and fruit."

I hum, "That sounds great-"

"But a man needs a kiss for his hard work." He cheekily singsongs.

I take it back, he is a little shit. A very very annoying little shit.

But surprisingly, (or not really,) he also has a serious, caring side.

///

"Riley~" His unmistakable voice sings into the phone.

I clear my scratchy throat before putting it back to my ear, "Hi Baek-"

"Are you sick?" Confusion is in his voice, and then realization sets in. "That fruit punch had artificial sugar in it.. didn't it?"

Choking a bit I whisper a, "M-Maybe-"

"How much did you drink?"

I wince, clutching my aching stomach and mumbling a quiet, "Too much," like a guilty child.

He sighs loud over the line. "I'm coming over."

Thankfully he cuts the call just as I'm weakly grabbing for my trashcan again.

Jenny opens the door after the first knock, "Hey."

"Hi," Baekhyun's voice carries over the quiet room. Our eyes meet for a second before I'm retching back into the trashcan. He sighs loudly.

"I-I'll be out for a while," She mumbles guilty.

"Don't worry, I'm staying overnight." He smoothly replies. "I let Jongdae know you are coming."

After a few more exchanges and the door clicking closed; the loud rustle of bags fills the air.

"Heat pack, peppermints, blanket, water, ginger ale, and the Little Mermaid series." He lists off, carefully sitting on the edge of the bed.

"T-Thank you-" I croak choking when I get sick again.

Baekhyun sighs gently brushing my hair back. My eyes flutter at the contact, embarrassment budding in my chest. He must notice the change of mood as I shy away from him. "It's alright. You're sick," He says softly, rubbing my back in a way that relaxes me completely. "Even while sweating a mile a minute you're beautiful-"

"And not to be that guy," He starts not even flinching when I'm at it again, "But if this isn't motivation to stay away from things that make you ill, I don't know what is."

"It tasted so good." I cry my eyes getting blurry with tears. Baekhyun falters a little, rubbing my back more thoroughly, "You didn't read the label."

"I usually do. I thought that it was made of all-natural ingredients." I sigh muttering to myself, "Stupid."

"Hey." Baekhyun sends me a look of disapproval, gently tapping my cheek. "You are not stupid, just a little clueless baby." Before I can retaliate with a, "You're 4 years older!" He tilts my chin up, "Be sure to check the labels from now on, hmm?"

I want to answer—and mayhaps admire him in circle rimmed glasses and a soft-looking grey sweater for a bit longer—but my stomach has other plans.

Sighing Baekhyun goes back to rubbing my back, staying up with me throughout the tortuous night and into the early morning.

Okay, there's no denying he makes a really great friend, but... Something doesn't feel right.

We're past the whole "successful playboy trying to get into my pants" point... There's just something with labeling him by the word friend and it is annoying the shit out of me.

///

"It's simple." Sehun utters leaning to the side as he steers his game controller.

"Really?" Eyeing the messages on my phone I bite my lip.

Baekhyun: Hey you want to meet up for dinner at the new burger place in town tonight?

Baekhyun: My treat 4:00pm

Me: Ah... I'm sorry I would but I'm hanging over at Sehun's tonight 4:04pm

Baekhyun: Sehun???? 4:05pm

Me: My bff. I really want to check that place out tho

Me: Can we call a raincheck? 4:08pm

Baekhyun: Sure 4:12pm

Me: Thank you Baekhyun~ you're the best ^^ 4:14pm

Baekhyun: Yeah 8:40pm

He hums, "You like him."

I choke on my water hastily setting the bottle back on the coffee table. Straining a bewildered, "Sehun, what the fuck?"

"Don't even try to deny it." He barely spares me a glance, but still tosses a box of tissues my way. "You should see how you two look together."

"And how would you know-" Stopping a little too late he's already turning to grin evilly at me. "I have my sources," He smirks breaking another high score on his game. In the midst of celebration, he singsongs a sly, "Anyone from miles away can see you're into him too."

///

So now here I find myself 2 weeks later; waiting in an uncomfortably crowded lobby for Baekhyun to finish up things in his office. There are familiar pictures of stunning, (and not so my taste,) Privé alliance clothing on the walls. (The ones with Baekhyun showcasing his own work while sporting curly brown hair easily being my favorite). For a moment I regret not seeing him with that hair for longer.

"And what has Miss Parker pouting?"

Jumping back I clutch tightly onto my purse, blinking up at a smiling Baekhyun. My breath catching in my throat. Now just anyone can casually wear black dress pants and a white button-down shirt, but Byun fucking Baekhyun? He makes it look outworldly with his sleeves rolled up past his elbows and his hair once again sleeked to the side to showcase his forehead.

Just like at the party; my conscious can't help but supply.

I'm...going out on the town with that tonight?

Fuck.

"You okay?" His voice breaks me out of my stupor; smile fading into a worried frown of his own.

"Yeah," Nodding quickly I ignore the urge to stare down at his expensive shoes, knowing how he is about keeping constant eye contact. (I can never lie to him like this either. I swear he could have been a detective in another life).

He throws his black blazer on and holds out his hand to help me stand; looking me over carefully, "Are you sure? I'm really sorry about the wait."

"It's nothing, Baekhyun," I mumble ignoring how nice his hand feels in mine.

"Alright." He hums waving over to the previously seething secretary before resting his hand on my back. "To the burger restaurant?"

"I mean, yeah." Discretely looking him over once again I frown, "Aren't you a bit too dressed up for it, though?"

His chuckle warms me up against the late autumn air just as much as his burning touch on my lower back, "You look a bit fancy too, don't you think?"

Blinking I look down at my attire; black one-inch heels, snug dress pants and a white turtle neck, which to my horror is a fucking PRIVÉ turtle neck.

Oh. My cheeks are the hottest shade of red. I turn to Baekhyun I stutter, "I...It's..Uh-"

"Suits you." He smiles jokingly adding a, "At least it's not one of my selca shirts."

Snorting on instant I quickly cover my mouth and gasp in horror only to end laughing even harder. Wearing a shirt that has the face of my hot CEO friend in an unironic manner. In his presence no less. Imagine that.

"Yeah," I stand up from my kneeling over position; wiping a tear from my eye; still chuckling. "I'd never live that down."

The silence I'm met with is unnerving. I carefully peek over at Baekhyun who's seemingly in some type of daze. His bright sparkly eyes focused in my direction.

Feeling a blush coming on, I do the most rational—irrational, most definitely irrational—thing.

"Baekhyun."

His eyes immediately shoot down at the contact, burning his gaze into my hand resting on his like it will give him the explanation he wouldn't dare ask for and I won't know how to answer.

"Are we," I try not to falter, "going to the restaurant or not? They aren't open 24/7."

His lips curl up even more. He looks at me with the sweetest eye smile, "You're right." Slipping his hand into my own he continues walking down the quiet street.

Ignoring the quickening pace of my heart is harder this time.

"So you're telling me," I mumble pointing my chopsticks at him, "That in the 3 months of our friendship, you never mentioned a dislike for cucumbers."

"You never asked," He mumbles with pink ears; painstakingly picking every tiny piece of said fruit out of his salad.

Watching him continue for a few minutes I sigh, pulling the piled up napkin towards me, "Gimme that."

"What-"

Biting off a piece of the already small fruit I hum, chewing it thoroughly.

Baekhyun looks at me with wide eyes, nose scrunched a bit.

"I don't see why-" I pause pushing the food around in my mouth, quickly making a face. Plucking a napkin from his side of the table I spit out the vile thing. "UGH!"

Hearing loud laughter I look up at Baekhyun; clutching his stomach. I threateningly pointing my chopsticks at him, "Don't laugh! Why didn't you tell me it had vinegar?"

"Y-You didn't ask," He wheezes wiping his eye; trying to reel himself in.

I scoff wiping my tongue. "I hate this shit, it's fucking disgusting."

"You don't like it, huh?" He smiles.

Nodding I take a long sip of my sprite, "It looks wrong. Tastes wrong. The fucking SMELL? Atrocious. A disgrace."

He chuckles handing me a stack of napkins, "You'll need this then."

After that we both engage in conversation about anything and nothing; clearing our salads of the awful cucumbers and gushing over our tender hamburgers. There's just something so genuine and simple about conversing with Baekhyun. It's never boring, or overwhelming, (although my dumb heart skips a beat at his smile). It's...Well, the type of comfortable and engaging atmosphere that's hard to come by.

"Do you want dessert?-" Barely finished with his sentence Baekhyun breaks into warm laugther.

I blink cluelessly, "What?"

"Got a sweet tooth, hmm?" He teases tapping his fingers on the table. "Your eyes got so sparkly when I mentioned dessert."

I redden at that gripping at the hem of my shirt, "I haven't had ice cream in 3 weeks okay!?" I snap. It only seems to make him laugh harder.

After a few minutes, Baekhyun raises his hand, ordering 3 servings of strawberry ice cream before grinning over at me. "Extra whip cream for the princess."

I raise my fist in warning; turning redder, "Watch it, Byun-"

"Alright Ice queen," His warm hand wraps around my own; holding it gently yet firmly as he lowers it back down. His other hand cups my cheek; his sincere brown eyes looking me over. "Relax, hmm?"

I nod—meekly at that—fearful of what will come out my mouth otherwise.

He smiles rubbing his thumb over my cheek; eyes lowered on what I will tell myself is the Privé label on my shirt. Thankfully the waiter comes back at that moment. Beautiful looking ice cream gleaming in the dim restaurant light.

I don't even try to contain the grin on my face, cheerfully thanking the waiter before they walk away. The first spoonful of deliciously creamy strawberry on my tongue has an appreciative hum rising in my throat. "Oh my god. The aftertaste is even better than the first!" I gasp too blissed out to react to a giggling Baekhyun. Try as I might, I finish the dessert at lightening speed, frowning down at my empty bowl.

Hearing the sliding of glass across the tabletop I look back at Baekhyun. His hand pushing the third bowl of ice cream my way. "Don't worry," He smiles pointing at his own unfinished treat. "I'm getting stuffed already. So enjoy the rest for us both, hmm?"

Not even waiting for him to finish talking, I swoop down for a spoonful of the slightly melted dessert, plopping it into my mouth.

Baekhyun's warm laughter fills the air around us as I quickly shuffle the rest of it in; flinching every now and then when my sensitive teeth get triggered.

"You really love strawberry ice cream, hmm?" He mumbles.

I lick the spoon and my lips; neatly setting the dish on top of the other, "I love everything strawberry. Thank you by the way." Smiling I turn to him with probably sparkly eyes, "You're the b—" I can't even finish my sentence.

Baekhyun is leaning on the other side of the table; chin resting on his palm with his eyes focused on me. A look I can only describe as affectionate written all over his face.

My heart is seriously about to hammer out my ribcage. "Um, Baek-"

"Beautiful," He mumbles smiling warmly with a twinkle in his eye. He straightens up still directing that smile at me. "Let's get going, hmm? I'll walk you back."

I can't do anything but nod and gulp as he moves to rest his hands on mine. My heart still set on a damn mission tp leap out at him.

Ever the gentleman, (I can't help but cringe at that description. God what am I thinking,) he picks up the bill and leaves the correct amount behind. I pick a few dollars from my own purse to leave a tip.

"Come." Baekhyun stands up holding his hand out to me.

I look down at the appendage trying to conceal my nerves. With my mind screaming no and my heart screaming yes, I place mine in his; flushing at the secure way he holds onto it.

Walking back onto the street I shiver involuntarily; cursing the weather report claiming the temperature would be in the mid 60s after the sun went down.

Baekhyun softly squeezes my hand looking over at me with an even gentler look, "Cold?"

"I.." Shaking my head I pull my turtleneck higher up on my neck, "No I'm fine."

"Your teeth are chattering." He points out.

Before I can huff out a reply he's already shrugging his blazer off. "Here." He sets it on my shoulders; his warm hands somehow doing a better job of warming me up than the thick fabric. Thankfully I can blame my flushing cheeks on the chilly air. "Thanks." I squeak more than mumble.

Humming in reply he slips his hand back into mine, leading the way to the dorms.

With every step, I can't help but glance over at him. Studying his soft yet handsome side profile. I swear loudly when I trip over a crack in the sidewalk, glaring down at the offending concrete. Baekhyun steadies me with a pacifying smile; tightening his grip on my hand as we continue.

Keeping my eyes focused on the ground I subtly return the gesture. My heart never ceasing in its fast pace.

Maybe... Maybe I'm warming up to this dating idea.

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Little Late Disclaimer: Broadity is totally not a word but I liked it too much to change the sentence so yolo B)

That’s it for part 2.....Part 3 is going to be even longer (and split into 2 parts) 😅 till next time🌹🌹

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One more curse to break.

Drabble : friendship

Words: 2341

(Mc is a hufflepuff, her name is Lucie, it's her point of view.)

-Guys you need to help me!

She came to a stop at the table her friends were having breakfast at, taking a painful deep breath. She had come running as fast as she could from the hufflepuff dorms and now her lungs felt like they were on fire.

-What's wrong? Ben asked, obviously panicked.

-It's Rowan! She breathed deeply.

-What happened? Is she hurt? Badeea inquired in concern.

-Worse! She's reading!

They all stared at her in silence. The utter stupidity of her words were baffling.

-I don't get it. Barnaby chuckled nervously. Isn't that what she always does?

-We live with her and you just realised that? Penny raised an eyebrow.

-Its different! Lucie huffed and puffed. She was still out of breath. I think it's a cursed book!

Ben gasped at her words. Tulip and Jae seemed to have suddenly gotten interested in her story. Barnaby seemed uneasy and the rest just looked at her skeptically.

-Do you have any reasons to believe the book is cursed? Charlie finally asked.

-She can't put it down!

-Well.. Bill tried to find a way to phrase it nicely. She kind of always has a book with her. Did you never realise?

Lucie sighed deeply. If only she could breathe properly, she could explain what she meant. Now they just thought she was as dumb as a rock.

-How about you sit down, calm down a little and then explain yourself. Tonks offered.

Lucie nodded and sat next to Jae. She focused on her breathing and after a couple minutes she felt better.

-Ok, i'm good. She signaled.

Her friends turned to her once again.

-She's been reading this book for a week now. And we all know how much of a fast reader she is so that's already one thing that doesn't make sense. Second, she reads during class and doesn't listen to the teachers.

-That is weird! Badeea exclaimed.

-Also, when i woke up in the middle of the night because of my insomnia, she was reading again! And the same book she'd been reading all day!

She could see her friends were a bit more receptive now. But they didn't seem to understand the urgency of the situation yet.

-And this morning, she was reading again. And i asked her if she'd slept and she just hummed.

She made a dramatic pause. Looking her friends in the eyes.

-I was looking for a way to get her attention. So i told her i had pictures of Bill shirtless.

Bill choked on his toast.

-And she didn't even bat an eye. Lucie continued, undisturbed. I'm really worried guys!

-Rewind a bit there. Penny said.

-You have shirtless pictures of Bill? Charlie frowned.

-That's not what matters. She rolled her eyes.

-Yes it does. Bill screamed out.

-You should have showed her shirtless pictures of Barnaby. Tulip sighed.

-Yeah he got more pecs! Tonks nodded.

-Am i even hearing this right now? Andre said dejectedly.

-You didn't take those pictures in the Gryffindor dorms right. Ben clutched the front of his robes.

-I know some people who'd be interested in paying for these pictures. Jae hunched closer to her. If you’ve got some snaps of Charlie and Barnaby too that could have it's worth.

Barnaby shrugged, seemingly clueless while Charlie turned a deep shade of red.

-Guys? Lucie called them, jaded. I don't actually have pictures of Bill! I'm not a pervert.

Bill sighed in relief and the rest just let out a silent oh.

-It's good to know you're not a stalker. Badeea solemnly said.

-Why didn't you ask for pictures of me? Andre asked Jae, indignantly. I'm a catch!

-As i said. Jae calmly explained. I personally know people who'd be interested in those pictures.

-I would. Tulip confessed.

-Lucie, you're one of these people aren't you? Tonks winked.

-What? Why would i pay for pictures that i took, that'd be so dumb!

-Not the most outrageous part of the story Lucie. Penny pointed out.

-I can't believe no one would buy my pictures! Andre sulked.

-I can't believe anyone would buy mine! Barnaby stated, eyes wide.

-Jae, you can't sell compromising pictures of people. Bill howled. That's an invasion of privacy!

-Well i don't actually do it, but as Lucie had pictures i thought i'd be nice if i could profit off of it.

-You still had the intent to and that's just as bad!

-Guys, Rowan! Lucie reminded them. We need to stage an intervention to sneak on her, pry the book off of her hands, burn it three times and then cleanse her soul.

-What was the last part? Badeea asked.

-Cleanse her soul?

-Yeah… why?

-Because she was cursed! You can't just obsess over a book like that, for no reason, all of a sudden. No book is that good! Even Lord of the rings!

-What now? Bill shot her a confused look.

-It's a muggle trilogy, i was reading it and she got curious so i lended her the books. Ben explained in an apologetic tone.

-That's right, those three books that were meant to be one by its author are masterpieces. Way better than those stupid Lockhart books people read, which proves we can only benefit from living along with muggles! They have the best of culture and entertainment! Queen, Tolkien, The Beatles, Jacques Brel and so much more that i can't think of right now!

Silence.

-Anyway. She cleared her throat. Who's got any ideas on how to save Rowan?

-I say we grab her and stuck her head in cold water.

-To snap her out of her trance or just for the heck of it, Tulip? Penny accusingly asked.

-I was trying to help! Tulip shot Penny an offended look. At least i'm doing something, unlike that one over there who's staring at his freaking sausage!

Lucie couldn't help a snort from leaving her lips. Her friends all had amused looks on their faces, aside from Charlie who looked positively horrified.

-I meant the one on his plate. Tulip added. Just in case…

-You ok there, Charles? Bill smirked.

-I'm fine! Charlie half-screamed.

Lucie bit her lips to keep herself from laughing and further embarrass the redhead.

-So should we stick with Tulip's plan or what?

-It can be plan b. Penny said.

-We should try and see if we can distract her from her book in some other, nicer way. Andre said.

-Come on Bill. Tonks sighed. Take off your shirt.

-Not funny. Bill groaned.

-I was thinking of asking her to explain to us the political context of the Goblin Rebellion. Andre cocked an eyebrow. But that may be a better idea.

-What? Bill choked on his juice this time. No way!

-Ooh! Naked Bill! Tulip exclaimed.

The students around them turned to look over at their table. Merula who was sitting at slytherin's table shot them an aggravated look before shaking her head. Liz, who sometimes hung out with them, was sporting an amused expression.

But the best part was the seemingly disappointed looks on a couple students’ faces at the sight of a fully clothed. Bill.

-They are people who'd be interested! Lucie said in disbelief.

-Oh for god's sake! Bill let out a frustrated sigh.

-I'm surprised they're so many girls who have yet to see you naked. Penny pensively said.

Bill glared at her and Penny just shrugged. Not impressed in the slightest.

-They probably want a souvenir to remember the good times by. Charlie smirked.

The eldest Weasley reached out for his wand but Badeea stopped him.

-Don't. I need to immortalise this moment.

-Why?! He asked in frustration.

-There are so many emotions at play. Badeea dreamily said.

-Ok, naked Bill is a really nice idea. Lucie said, ignoring the latter's furious glare. But we want to get Rowan out of her obsession, not get her into another one. So i say, we go with Andre's idea. If it doesn't work we use Tulip's plan.

-Ravenclaw rules! Tulip exclaimed, a huge grin on her face.

-Not at quidditch. Charlie said smugly.

They spent the rest of the day trying to catch Rowan between classes but as soon as the bell rang, she disappeared.

But their chance came as they made their way to the great hall to eat at noon. She was discussing fervently with Nearly-headless Nick and didn't realise they were there until Barnaby and Bill grabbed her arms.

-Wha.. Rowan couldn't finish as her friends were dragging her to the nearest closet.

Once they were all in, Badeea locked the door and they all turned to Rowan. Her eyes were wide and her mouth was opened in confusion.

-What are you guys doing? She finally screamed at them. I almost had a heart attack. You can't sneak up on people like that!

-Where's the book? Lucie demanded.

-What? Rowan looked around, even more confused than before. Do you mean your brother's journal?

-No your book! Lucie dramatically said. The one you can't put down, even during class. We know it's cursed.

Rowan gaped at her. What was Lucie on about this time?

-Not everything's cursed… You know that, right? Rowan asked softly.

-I know, but that book is! Otherwise, why would you turn down naked pictures of Bill!

-What?! Rowan let out a shriek, her cheeks reddening immediately.

-They were shirtless pictures! Bill screamed out. And they don't even exist! He quickly added.

-Adds a little spice to the story. Lucie calmly said.

-Why would i even want to see that! Rowan shout in a high voice.

-Heu… Curiosity? Tonks tried to help Rowan out. But she just groaned and hid her face in her hands.

-Just give us the book! Tulip tempted.

-My book is perfectly normal, it's a simple story. Rowan protested, her cheeks flaming red.

-Then you won't mind us taking a look, right?. Andre intervened.

Rowan let out a frustrated groan.

-I don't want to!

-Why not? If it's a regular book, we'll let it go immediately. Charlie tried to reason with her.

-No way! Why do you believe Lucie and not me?!

-Yeah they didn't. Lucie cleared out. But i had compelling evidence. I had them beg on their knees for forgiveness.

-Don't say that so seriously, i almost believed you. Barnaby complained.

-You were there though Barnaby. Penny raised an eyebrow.

-That's what's creepy. He nodded.

-Now i'm anxious. Ben shivered.

-You are all out of your minds. Rowan made a move to get out of the closet but all her friends were in the way.

-We just want to check the book, make sure everything's fine. Penny softly said.

Rowan sighed as she crossed her arms on her chest.

-If we're wrong, we'll make it up to you. Ben said.

Rowan glared at her friends before reaching for the book inside her bag. They held their breath as she lifted it up. Lucie reached for it, catching it with the tip of her fingers, trying to minimize contact.

She was taking a dramatic deep breath, readying herself to open the book when it was snatched from her.

She turned to Penny startled.

-”Moonlight Stroll” Penny read aloud.

-What? Andre asked, dumbfounded. It's a romance book?

-”An epic love story between a handsome werewolf and a young girl so beautiful she could be a veela.” Badeea read over Penny's shoulder.

-Oh god, these werewolves love story are so stupid. Tonks rolled her eyes.

-You worried us for this?! Jae turned to Lucie, unamused. A stupid romance novel.

-It's not stupid! Rowan defended her book, cheeks red.

-I can't believe you turned down shirtless Bill for that. Tulip shook her head.

-Can i get my book back now?! Rowan glared at them.

-No! Lucie sent the book flying away. Penny, Badeea and Charlie had to crouch down to avoid getting hit.

-What are you doing? Bill shot her a confused look.

-The book is trying to fool you! It has the appearance of a bad quality soap opera romance novel. Rowan groaned. But it has a hidden hypnotic message..

-Of course it does! Ben groaned. That way you buy all the sequels and the author makes a ton of money. Even muggle books do that, it has nothing to do with magic or curses.

-Oh.. Lucie said. Really?

-What a waste of my time. Jae sighed. No pictures. No cursed books… Although we could do something about the pictures.

-Get out of here! Bill got pissed.

Jae shrugged before doing as he was told. They all followed him out, there was no point in them staying any longer in the cupboard.

Bill went on his way, groaning. Badeea and Penny excused themselves as for Andre and Barnaby, they left for the quidditch pitch.

Lucie got the book back from where she tossed it and gave it back to Rowan with an apologetic smile.

-Sorry. She tried. I was being a total shithead.

-It's okay. I know you meant well. Rowan shyly smiled. But you shouldn't judge a book by it's cover.

-Rowan. Lucie frowned. The summary sucks too.

-Everyone reads it, even old ladies! Rowan reddened again.

-Yeah well, old ladies have a weird craving for soft porn. Tulip said.

-What?

-Just my grandmother then. Tulip shrugged as Tonks was laughing so hard she tripped on the carpet.

-It's okay Rowan, i'll lent you “Lord of the rings”. Lucie put an arm around her friend's shoulders. There are three books.

-They're not yours to lend. Charlie laughed

-It's okay. Ben shrugged. She loves them so much i can't take them back.

-Are there dragons in them?

-No. Ben paused. Although there's one mentioned in the book that takes place before the trilogy. But he's not exactly the hero…

-Does it talk? Charlie excitedly asked.

-Yeah he does. Do you want me to lend you the book?

-Yeah, that'd be awesome.

-You guys should really give a go to romance books you know.

Rowan's words were met by a long silence.

-You guys suck. She sighed.

-But you still love us. Lucie laughed.

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A Girl Walks Into A Bar 3

Characters: Declan Harp x Bella Fiore (OFC)

Word Count: 3900+

Summary: Modern Declan harp AU. Bella returns to the bar. Declan having felt her absence and noticed her lack of communication over the past week, makes an attempt to get to know her better.

Warnings/Tags: Language. Drinking.

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You had thought about stopping by the bar after work a few times that week. You'd stared at many half-written texts that would be reaching out to Declan., but you'd always found an excuse not to send them.

Work was work, CeeCee being understanding as always of how belittling people who didn't work or make music could be, doesn't berate you much when you return. The father and daughter had gotten themselves added to the list of people to never work with again. You'd take a listen to what the other girls, Mary and Jean managed to put together for them in your absence, and it wasn't their fault it was awful. It was the fad that had made its way into even smaller towns, far away from California thanks to Rebeca Black and her song Friday, of tween and teens coming in with parents that had more money than sense and wanting to cut a track. This one was worse than Friday, by a landslide. It was high pitched, the autotune was lending no favors and super nasally. Friday you had gotten used to, it was an internet classic at this point, but this song would never pollute the ears of anyone else if you could help it, and you deleted it off the drive. Whoops.

You'd gotten word your truck was still being worked on. Being an older model it was harder to find parts and people willing to work on it, but you just couldn't give Betty up. So you were still without a ride and as Friday afternoon rolled around with everyone else busy, you found yourself walking. You followed the same path, this time no looming snow clouds overhead but the harsh biting winter wind was worse this time. You'd been bundled up beyond recognition, beanie over your two-day-old curls, dry shampoo being your best friend this morning. Your scarf was up over your nose, and the sherpa collar of your oversize denim jacket was flipped up. If it weren't for your figure, no one would've even known you were a woman.

The windows in the front of the bar are too tinted to see inside but the neon advertisements were blazing through. Motorcycles were lined up against the sidewalk, more than you recall last time. You notice they're all black and have varied wolf head emblems on them. You hadn't looked at their vests last time when you were stopped before entering the bar, perhaps this was their symbol.

The bar is the same, a steady bass and wavering guitar come through the speaker's placed along the tops of the walls with the blinking strings of lights. The same stained floor creaks in greeting before you look up to see every person in the bar turned to see who came in. You stand your ground, a hard look on your face as you unravel the scarf from around your head. At the appearance of a woman, most of them turn back to their mates and mumbled with raised brows. You see the man who hassled you on your first visit and you give each other a nod in recognition with hard faces.

"Look who decided to show up." you hear the familiar deep, gravely voice come from behind the bar as he wipes his hands down on a towel before throwing it over his shoulder. "Haven't heard from you all week babe, I was beginning to wonder if you were gonna come back." he says in a playfully defensive, whiny way/ He moves around the corner of the long bar occupied by men in leather vests, you now note the banners across their backs that read "Black Wolf". You assume this was the group of bikers he'd been talking about in your kitchen that morning after the storm. You put your gloves and hat on the bar top at the very end chair, a few seats between you and the nearest person. His broad form comes to your side and wraps his around you, you manage a small smile and pay his back in return. He smelled as good as you remembered, masculine and musky with the hint of liquor you're guessing was seeped into his shirt from working.

"It's Friday I needed my ale." you say with the small smile lingering after he stays with his hands on your shoulders, smiling down at you.

"Ah," he says nodding and looking to the back of the bar with a smirk. You were as reserved as ever, you weren't as much of an outwardly animated person it seemed. At least not in public, or maybe it was all the other men staring, making you aware you were the only woman in the bar. "I won't make you wait. Comin' right up, Bells." he says and moves smoothly, shoulders shifting as his long legs carry him to the cooler. You look at the guys staring at you as you sit down, erasing the smile from your face and lowering your brow at them. You're met with mostly indifference to your cold glare.

"Thanks, Declan." you say with a relieved sigh, taking the bottle to your lips.

"So..." he says, leaning his elbows on the bar top across from you. "You have any other crazy customers this week?" he says with a warm smile.

"Nah. I mostly worked with just one band this week." you say with a nod and a noisy swallow. "They're out of downtown, a new group that plays up at Stiver's on Saturday nights." you explain, not making so much eye contact, feeling the heat coming off him through your jacket, making you extremely aware of his physical presence. You weren't intimidated, but you weren't used to this sort of platonic attention.

"It's been forever since I've gone downtown for any reason besides business." he shakes his head. "They any good?"

"Yeah, actually. Not a bunch of dicks like the usual dudes we get in there." you let out a huff of a laugh.

"Always good. I wouldn't know anything about that, I'm always surrounded by these assholes." he chuckles and motions to the guys sitting at the bar, some groan in retaliation.

"I'm not interrupting a meeting or anything I am?" you ask, side-eyeing the guy next to you as you take another drink. "I don't recall them all being inside last time."

"Nah." he says with a gritty response. "The cold finally ran them all in here." he dismisses the suggestion.

"Yeah it's fucking freezing out there." you agree, your shoulders starting to lose their tension, remembering how to have a friendly conversation again.

"You still walking in this weather?" he asks with an almost big brotherly scolding tone.

"Trucks not fixed yet." you say with a pursing of your lips.

"Hell, what'd you do total it?" he laughs.

"No, I had to have some work on the transmission. They've had to order parts and it's taking a while since it's an old truck." you say, the Ale warming you as you unbutton the thick sherpa lined denim jacket to reveal a black knitted sweater underneath.

"What kind ya got?" he asks with a tilted head.

"1949 Ford F1." you answer with a small nod.

"Seriously?" he asks with an amused face, his brows shifting in surprise.

"Yeah?" you say obviously, blinking slowly. "Why would I lie about that?" you ask with joking narrowed eyes.

"Just surprised is all." he shrugs and smiles again. "Don't think I really took you for an old truck kind've girl."

"Well, you don't really know me that well do you?"

"Not yet no." he says in a playful way. "But I'm tryin'." he gives you a big charming smile and it causes a much more subtle than his, but a smile nonetheless on your face.

You realize he's making an effort, trying to get to know you. He hadn't made a move on you, not in any sleazy or unacceptable way anyway. So you sigh and take your phone out of your pocket and go to your photos. Remember, you were trying to make new friends, not keep up your old habits. "Here she is this past summer." you say, laying your phone down on the bar top to show him.

"She?"

"Oh yeah, she's a full-bodied woman." you nod and grin.

"This cute lil lady have a name?"

"Betty."

"Black Betty, huh?"

"Maybe." you say with a deep dip in your voice, a half smile that shows your teeth coming across your face.

"Solid choice. Suits her." he nods, "Can I?" he asks, pretending to swipe the screen.

"Since you asked first." you nod and give a subtle thankful smirk, taking another drink. Because you hadn't been with anyone, it wasn't like you had any nudes or even any recent selfies in your phone. Pictures of Robert, mainly. Some of your family, food, guitars you wanted, various other music or work-related things and Charlotte and her new baby. The fact that he asked before scrolling was deeply reassuring to you.

"Declan!" you hear in an English accent shouted from the man you'd seen last time in the bar, even if the memory was fuzzy. "Can you get some money out the safe? SOMEONE's decided to pay with big bills and I need some change."

"Be right back." he looks to you and gives a nod. You return the motion with a face that says it's perfectly fine. He hits the bar in front of you before disappearing through the back door.

"You were in here last week." Mike says, slowly nodding. "You're Bella... right?" he says with a knowing tone and narrowed eyes. He was wanting to meet you again after Declan had talked about you. Declan didn't really discuss women much, he hadn't really given them much attention in a while, having made his way through the available pool of them locally and hook up apps weren't really his thing.

"I am." you say obviously, your face straight.

"You were pissed last I saw ya, I dunna know if ya remember me." he laughs, reaching his hand out. "Mike." he says with a warmer smile and you accept it politely. "Declan behaved himself at your place didn't he?" he says quietly.

"Yeah, he's been unusually nice. I'm waiting for him to ask me something pervy and weird to be honest." Mike chuckles. "Like he wants to wear my skin or something." you suggest with a shrug.

"Nah he's too big a boy to fit in you innit he?"

You lower your chin and smirk at him.

"Oh, bloody hell." he rolls his eyes. "Not what I meant. I swear it." he laughs. "I was gonna make a joke at his expense, sayin' if he did say somethin' like that it'd be because he can speak without thinkin' but I've gone and put me own foot in me mouth instead." he says with a nod and pout, his eyes away from you as he continues to exhale noisily. "My apologies."

"No offense taken." you say with the smirk still in place. "He... doesn't wear people's skin in his spare time, does he? Just so I know?" you ask with a deadpan delivery that makes him laugh.

"He is many things but he does not wear people's skin, no." he chuckles.

"I'm guessing you'd know?"

"Declan and I go way back. Years and years I've known the big idiot." he smiles with fondness. "We were mates long before we were business partners." he further explains.

It was good he had old friends, showed he could be loyal and manage relationships, you think. "He seems like a really decent guy." you say with hesitation in your voice. "Are you willing to vouch for him? I'd really hate to find out he's only nice to get girls into bed with him and have to kick his ass." you say with a slightly parted mouth and low brow to show your half seriousness.

"I can see why he likes you." he laughs. "I like ya too, lass." he nods and wags his finger at you. "Any woman threatenin' Declan for behavin' in such a way is alright by me." his voice is warm and friendly and you're thankful to hear the tone. He had grown used to new girls coming into the bar looking to bed Declan themselves, seeing this wasn't the case with you set his mind at ease. "He isn't that sorta man, no. Take him at face value, and you shouldn't be too disappointed." he shakes his head and gives you a closed mouth smile with kind eyes.

"Good. I don't need any more jerks disguising themselves as decent in my life."

"I share the sentiment." he nods. "Here's the devil we speak of." he says with a non-suggestive wink, heading back to cross paths with Declan as he walks down the bar to serve.

"Mike not bothering you is he?" he jokes, leaning back on the counter, turning your phone back on and picking up right where he left off.

"No, just talking shit about you." you say with a straight face and he looks over to Mike who gives him a cheesy grin.

"Gonna give me a chance to redeem myself?" he chuckles, eyes moving back over to your face.

"Maybe. Depends on how quickly you notice this bottle is empty." you say with a smirk, holding it up and shaking it.

He gives a low, rolling chuckle that makes a tingly sensation prickle up your neck and into your hairline. With a word he reaches out, his hand over yours with no sign of hesitation and takes it from you, moving to the cooler for another. He gives a rough shove to Mike's shoulder on the way there and Mike laughs, knowing he'll get an ear full later. On his return, he goes back to your phone as you take another sip and you watch his eyes. You see his jaw clench, his face less soft as he comes across something. You take another sip, narrowing your eyes and wondering what he could've come across.

He's found a picture of you that Charlotte took because you were rather pleased with yourself at the time. It was the middle of summer, and you dressed for the heat. High waisted, distressed denim shorts, frayed edges resting over the top of your upper thigh tattoo, a cropped and cut up Led Zeppelin shirt that hung off your shoulder, showing a strap to a bralette underneath.

"You uh..." he begins, carefully considering the direction to take his next words because what he'd found lies beneath all those layers was something he wanted to see more of. He suddenly was very eager for warm weather. "You look almost happy here." he decides to go with the tease, moving the screen to her point of view.

"Ah. Yeah." you nod and the corners of your eyes soften. "I decided last summer to enter her into a car show. So I got her all cleaned up and chromed and apolstered and everything. She needed it anyway, truth be told. She deserved a makeover." you explain. "She actually placed and I was the only woman to place so I was feeling pretty proud of myself."

"Congrats on that. You win anything else?"

"No, that's the only time I entered. Too much money for up keep and cleaning and not worth the payoff. I've got other things I'd rather spend the time and money on."

"LIke tattoos?" he grins. "Didn't know you had any." he muses.

"Well it is winter so... ya know... clothes." you say with an understated laugh.

"What is this?" he almost mumbles, enlarged the picture to your thigh, the only visible one in the photo.

"Ram's head." you say bluntly.

"Dude that's fuckin' sick." he says with a wrinkle of his nose in enthusiasm. "That's bad ass Bella." he says, looking back over to you.

"Thanks. It's one of my favs." you say with a small nod to the bewjeweled and metal inspired ram with large horns that permanently lived on your thigh.

"That one of those, astrology sign things?" he asks. "I dunno which is a ram but one's a ram, right?" he asks.

"Yeah, Capricorn." you nod. "But I'm not one, no. It's just badass like you said." you give him a smile, pulling up the wrist of your jacket to show a small black scorpion tattoo. "This is my sign. First tattoo too." you say rolling your eyes.

"Ah. Scorpion. Nice." he says leaning further forward to look at the now worn ink. "You have more?"

"Yeah." you say flatly, eyes studying his enthusiasm. "And no you can't see them." you chuckle.

"Wasn't gonna ask. Just curious." he shakes his head and hands your phone back to you. "I"ve been told Scorpios are mean, but you've not been mean to me." he says defensively.

"You've not been around me long enough." you huff a laugh into your bottle. "I'm not speaking on behalf of all scorpios but, I'm only mean to people who deserve it." you shrug. "And you've been pretty nice so far so..." you shrug and take another drink.

"Yeah you've been good comapny to keep." he gives you a softer, closef mouth smile. "Especially after being around these dicks all the time." he motions with his head down the line of men at the bar, leaning in and whispering to you.

"Bar needed some estrogen it seems." you grin.

"Certainly couldn't hurt."

"I would say the same of the bands I work with too. Should be more women in 'em." you nod and take another drink, your face appearing mroe serious.

"Not many women working in music?"

"Our studio is entirely women right now. But, with the musicians, the groups themselves, they're mostly men. The women do more solo stuff and don't seem to get booked as much. Which sucks, because it always seems their shows are only on days I can't go." you say more amused and with a tugging back of the corner of your mouth.

He listens intently, chin resting in his hand as his eyes stay focused and yours wander around the bar. He was pleased you were sharing, opening up a bit again. You seemed guarded and even though he certainly understood the compulsion to be so, it was something he worked hard to overcome for himself, and he couldn't help but want the same for you. You seemed really funny and nice underneath the hard leather shell. Or rather, denim shell tonight. "Your job have weird hours?" he asks with a tilt of his head.

"It can. I mean, you gotta follow the muse sometimes, if something's going really right you don't want to just cut it off and try again tomorrow and hope it sticks again. Creativity doesn't really work that way, unfortunately. I gotta travel for training and conventions and stuff a few times a year, sometimes people can only record on weekends so my days off are out of wack."

"That I can certainly relate to."

"Yeah, I'd say so. You probably have to work every day and hour most people are off."

"Yeah. But I'm a night owl, it's not too bad."

"Damn, I bet you never get to go to shows," you say with an almost pout he appreciates. "Having to work nights and weekends."

"Owning the place helps." he grins.

"Yeah you got me there. Not an owner, but a partner so I get a little wiggle room." you shrug. "But my best friend had a baby recently, so I lost my going out partner so all I do is work anymore it seems. You been to any good shows lately?"

"I have not. Live so close to a music town and never take advantage. Seems like you go a lot though."

"I try to. Support local acts, network, try and fail at making friends." you laugh into your bottle. "Without Charlotte it's not as fun. Guys are gross, you know how it goes." you roll your eyes.

"Unfortunately yes." he nods. "If you.. .and if I'm being too intrusive here tell me to fuck off, please." he flashes a wide charming smile your way "But if you ever need someone to go with you..." he shrugs and then places his hand under his face as if he were displaying himself. "I could always help keep the gross guys away." he offers and you study him for a moment. He wasn't being weird about it or nervous or awkward and you chew your bottom lip for a moment. With a giant man with a mean mug like him with you, you certainly wouldn't have to worry about dudes getting near you. And you knew you could trust him to get you home if you got too drunk. A role Charlotte used to take on often.

"Yeah," you say with a drag to your words. "You would." you nod in thought. You're trying to make new friends, Bella, you're trying to make new friends, you chant to yourself. Open up, it's not a date, he's offering to run interference for you. Just accept someone's help. "We seem to have similar taste in music too." you muse, recalling your passionate arguments of rock and metal the last time you were at the bar.

"It would seem so yes." he gives a wide nod. "And I need to get out more anyway, to be honest. All I do is work too. I miss being fun." he laughs.

"Big fuckin' mood, man." you give him a real laugh that reaches your eyes. Just do it Bella, you're the one making it weird now, just fucking let yourself enjoy something for once. "There's one on Sunday, this week." you begin, keeping your exterior cool and indifferent as you swing your eyes to his. "If that's not too short notice. Actually, there are some girls playing I'd like to see." you add with a tilt of your head.

"MIKE!" he yells, not looking away from you.

"WHAT?" he shouts back across the room.

"I WON'T BE HERE SUNDAY NIGHT!" he says leaning back and projecting his already loud and booming voice to his business partner.

"Oh?" he asks, making his way towards you.

"Me and Bella are gonna go see a show. I offered to keep the sleazeballs away." he says almost proudly.

"I see." he says with an insinuating glance. "It's been year's since you've been to a show."

"Yeah give away how out of touch I am, thanks." he chuckles.

"I'm glad someone's gettin' ya out of here. Let me get some fuckin' work done." he teases before he walks away.

He turns back to you to see a smile on your face and he feels hopeful. "So what time is it?" he asks.

You get out your phone, "What's your Instagram? I'll DM it to you, I found it on there." you murmur, scrolling through your likes.

"dhwolff. Two f's." he raises two fingers.

"There. Sent it." you say, already looking forward to stalking his feed later. "It starts at 9. So we can stop by some food trucks beforehand or something, beer isn't too expensive at this place." you say with approval in your voice.

"You want me to pick you up at your place? You're closer to town."

"Works for me." you say with the first smile that had an inkling of real excitement behind in what could've been years.

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House Party

Characters: Dean Ambrose x Female Reader

Warnings: Unprotected (wrap ur willy!), Dirty talking.

Summary: You show up to a friends house party in which Dean Ambrose is also there. You guys finally have a conversation after months of small talk backstage and... sexual tension. Smut. Smut smut smut.

I warily walked into the threshold of Naomi and Jimmy’s home, the music engulfing my ears as soon as I had stepped in. I closed the door behind me before making sure no one else was coming in, though I’m sure I was probably the last guest to have arrived.

It was a celebration at their home, all of our coworkers being invited to let loose and talk about their long week as Wrestlemania finally came to a close. Everyone was unwinding and enjoying a few beers, dancing to the music. Not only were fellow WWE superstars here, but even some people who worked backstage that people were cool with were here, too.

Naomi had begged me all night to show myself at their wonderful home, but me being the antisocial that I am, I kept kindly declining to which she would not take that for an answer. “Just have a few drinks,” she texted over and over. Finally, I gave in.

I walked to the familiar crowd of people which included Naomi, Charlotte, and another backstage friend.

“She finally makes it!” Charlotte cheers, squeezing me in for a hug. I smiled and hugged back, looking over her shoulder at the party, specifically catching eye contact with Dean Ambrose, the most mysterious guy I think I’ve ever met. I finally broke the contact, pulling from Charlotte.

“Hey,” I smiled at everyone, taking a glass of wine that Naomi had already prepared for me.

“We knew you’d come, girl. Go mingle.” She winked, inching her head over towards Dean. The girls caught on and chimed in annoyingly. Dean and I only ever exchanged a couple of words when we would pass one another, but I couldn’t deny that I did think something about his rough, gruff look was very attractive. The girls always detected it I guess and would never stop teasing me about it. Dean didn’t seem like the type to get involved in backstage gossip, though, so I hoped he didn’t hear anything about me having a stupid school girl crush on him, which I did.

I of course never acted on it because we never really crossed paths, him being in his group of buds and me being in mine. He is a very chill guy, and I always tried to strike up a conversation with him but never really knew what to say. Something told me though that after a few drinks, maybe tonight could be the night.

I shook my head. “No guys. Not gonna happen.” I laughed before taking a bigger sip than usual of my alcoholic drink.

They only rolled their eyes and changed the topic, and throughout our conversation it felt like Dean and I had been exchanging glances the whole time. I only told myself it was probably him wondering why the hell I kept staring at him.

“I’m gonna go look for a beer.” I told the girls as I headed for the kitchen, trying to get a change of scenery as for some reason my eyes just kept venturing over to him. I brushed past him as he was leaning against the kitchen counter, and opened up the fridge to find a cold can. Beer honestly wasn’t my thing and I would prefer some shots of tequila right now but those aren’t exactly provided at house parties.

I swiftly opened it and took a quick swig.

“Hey babe.” Seth called out to me, teasing playfully. He was standing right beside Dean, them obviously having their own conversation before Seth saw me. I nodded at him and began to approach the two.

“Hey.” I smiled at the men, Seth returning a warm smile as he had an empty beer can in his hand, doing a once over on me. Seth and I did always have flirty encounters or conversations, but it never really came to anything as he really isn’t my type. He has hinted a few things or two, which I would politely decline and we’d continue on as casual friends. Then it would repeat.

“Didn’t take you for a partier.” Dean commented, looking at me in what looked like amusement on his face.

“Are you kidding?” Seth chimed in, “she’s a sucker for partying. Yeah, uh huh, don’t act like you don’t remember the time at that one bar. I forgot the name of it.”

I scoffed and shook my head, laughing. “Don’t even bring that up. I was a mess.” I sighed, playing with my hair in the comfortable silence. I decided to say something else.

“To what you said earlier, Dean. I do like my fair share of partying. Not so much house parties though. More like show up to a bar with a friend and get wasted, then forget to pay the tab and skip out on the bill…” I trailed off realizing I was rambling, but Dean was in a fit of chuckles now as I explained one of my many crazy nights.

“You sound like more fun than I thought.” He replied, it sounding like he meant something more than he was saying, and I brushed it off with a small laugh.

“Yeah, you’ve never tried to get to know me, huh.”

“Sounds like a loss on my part for that.” He responded, his eyes staring deeply into mine. I didn’t know what to take from that and I felt a sudden warmth between my thighs from his looming stare and suggestive tone.

“Get a room, won’t you?” Seth said in feigned disgust, in which Dean and I were still staring into each other, Seth’s voice seeming so faint even though he was right beside us. Though I didn’t even notice he had walked off and started conversation with a nearby girl.

Dean took another swig of his beer before he spoke, “how are you liking the WWE so far?”

I rolled my eyes playfully, “really? We’re gonna go with that? I can’t tell you how many people have came up to me asking that word for word.” I giggled, my liquid courage sneaking up on me.

“Okay. My bad,” he chuckled, surprise on his face at my sass. I was surprised too, but something told me that he liked that sort of thing. This was the most words we've exchanged so far and I didn’t want him to remember me as the shy girl who wasn’t even remotely memorable.

“That dress compliments you really well.” He broke the silence, his eyes glued to my army green bodycon dress. It accentuates every one of my curves, being met by black thigh high boots that I had borrowed from Summer Rae in which she told me I could keep.

I grinned in response, putting my weight on one of my legs as I shifted a bit.

“Why is it now that you wanna talk to me, Ambrose? Because I’m wearing a dress that just barely covers my ass, or is it the fact that you can tell that I’m obviously not wearing a bra?” I said as I glanced down at my chest. I added playfulness in my tone but I was serious at the same time. This has been one of our first interactions and all he could do was bore his eyes into my body. Not that I didn’t like it.

I thought I heard a small groan from him at my words. “Honest? That could be a big part of it. You really do look stunning tonight. I do regret not striking up more of a conversation with you sooner. I’m always you know, just in my own head. But I mean, could you blame me? I think every guy on the roster has looked at you more than twice since you came in here.”

The sexual tension was increasing and I didn’t know what to do. I liked to call myself a confident girl, and I could initiate things but when it came to this man I felt like a teenager thinking of what to say to her crush. But then again I thought about Dean. His rough, edgy and mysterious personality obviously wanting a girl who could think for herself.

I stood up on my toes and whispered into his ear, getting dangerously close. He smelt of alcohol and faint cologne. “Follow me up to a room?” I bit my lip with a smile as I backed away to see him completely intrigued, that being my cue to turn around and head up the spiral stairs, soon hearing him come up after me. I didn’t care whether the other superstars knew what we were up to at this point.

I picked the first bedroom I saw, hoping it was some guest bedroom and not Naomi and Jimmy’s. I took the last sip that remained in the beer can and set it down on the end table. There Dean was, at the entrance of the bedroom not hesitating to walk in and shut the door behind him, the blasting music being only slightly silenced.

His shaggy hazelnut hair laid over one of his eyes, his hand instinctively pushing it out of the way. He wore a white t-shirt that clung perfectly to his fit torso, and dark blue jeans. In two quick strides he was leaning over me and he brought his hands to the sides of my face, looking into my eyes once more as if he were asking. I pulled the back of his head to me and engulfed him in a hot, quick kiss.

His kisses were rough and fast, my lips almost feeling pained but loving it at the same time. I was really doing this. I was going to sleep with this man and the most we’ve talked was literally the same night. I felt no shame in it, really feeling a rush as I pulled onto the ends of his hair. He pushed me back further onto the bed, now leaning over me as our steamy kiss ensued. His tongue slipped into my mouth and we were going at it. His demeanor screamed dominance and I was ready to submit to him.

He pulled away to lift his shirt up off over his head, then going for my boots to slip them off.

“Although these are sexy as hell, I want them off.” He groaned, throwing them behind him on the floor. He pushed my legs open with one hand before getting a glance at my black underwear. He smirked to himself before pulling up at my dress, needing the two of us to slip the tight fabric off.

“Fuck.” He groaned once my boobs bounced out, completely bare and perked up for him. He was in the middle of unbuckling his belt before turning his attention to them, holding one of them in his warm, rough hand, massaging it while the other boob was met with his warm, wet mouth. A moan left my throat as I arched my back up to him.

“Please, I need you. No time for that.” I begged, bucking my hips up at his waist. Another smirk played up on his lips. “Okay, baby.” He slipped off his jeans and in one swift motion his briefs were off too. His rock hard shaft bounced against his stomach and he wrapped his hand around it, pumping himself all while using his other hand to get my panties down in a swift motion. It was mesmerizing to watch him please himself, the way he did it so quickly and his eyes glazed over with lust, my heat was probably pooling by now. He brought his finger up my slit suddenly, and I gasped, looking down at the sudden contact.

“I wanna go down on you so bad. I bet you taste amazing. That’s gotta be for another time though, huh?” He cooed, pumping his one finger in with ease. He looked up at me, a sweet teasing expression on his face.

“Mhmm, and then I can suck your cock.” I teased back, lacing my tone with lust. He groaned to himself again before lining himself with my entrance, “can I fuck you raw, baby?” His tone was so dark, and deep, and teasing all at the same time. He was so dominant and his sweet, cooing tone was turning me on more than I could explain.

I nodded desperately, wanting him inside me already. He pushed in in one swift motion, my wetness making it all a breeze. He was more on the thick side than in length, but it was already reaching the places it needed to.

He didn’t stop once as he pushed all the way in, his pubic hairs brushing up against my clit. He pulled out all the way, doing the same thrust as before. He picked up a rhythm, and I wrapped my legs around his waist to prevent him from pulling out anymore, me not wanting to lose the warm contact. I moaned once his pace increased. His thrusts going at me so hard. I felt like I could break underneath him as he slammed his hips against me, his once steady pace turning into fast and hard thrusts. Whimpers erupted from me as I wrapped my arms around the back of his neck and looked up into his eyes, before he broke the contact to watch himself disappear inside me.

I was definitely more vocal in moans than Dean, but his face said it all.

“You feel so fucking good. This pussy is so good.” He groaned into my ear, his hands gripping onto my hips harshly. He knew I was gonna feel that tomorrow and I think that turned him on even more. I pulled him down into another kiss, this one being much sloppier than before. Our tongues were all over each others’ and his thrusts felt so good at this point, I never wanted it to end.

He reached his thumb down to my clit as if he were reading my mind, applying slow lazy pressure to it.

“You love the way I’m fucking you,” He gripped back onto my hips, applying a rough pressure in which I whimpered in response. “Tell me you love it.”

“You’re fucking me so good, Dean. I love it.” I panted out, a whimpering mess underneath him. I forgot about anyone else downstairs or around us as I felt my orgasm come close. Dean let out a low grunt, feeling me tighten around him.

“Cum for me. Cum for me, baby. Who’s making you moan like this? Who’s fuckin’ you good like this?”

“Dean!” I shouted as I arched my back up off the bed, a wave of pleasure washing over me. I dug my fingernails into the back of his shoulders as I let my orgasm take over, my eyes flashing open to see him watching every moment of my climax, his thrusts growing sloppy as he chased his own peak.

“Oh, shit.” He let out another deep groan before slipping out, jerking himself only twice before hot shots of his cum spurted onto my stomach. I moaned, watching him come undone and his eyes closed tightly. His mouth was opened, sweat beading across his forehead.

He opened his eyes to see me swiping up some of the cum off my stomach, my eyes innocently locked onto his as I sucked on the salty substance. We stared at each other in silence before he quickly leaned down and swallowed me in for another kiss. He pulled away slightly, his forehead still on mine.

“You are somethin’ else, baby.”

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Karmic Horoscope: Who Were You In A Previous Life By Birth Date

Karmic astrology is an amazing science. It not only tells us about past reincarnations of the soul but also accurately guesses the goals of its embodiment in the current image.

In fact, this type of astrology allows us to better know ourselves and understand our true purpose.

Who Were You In A Previous Life By Birth Date

Karmic Horoscope: Who Were You In A Previous Life By Birth Date

We are accustomed to the fact that astrology accurately describes the nature and habits of man. But even she, at times, comes to a standstill. Take for example the twins. People born in one month and one day, with a difference of several minutes, have completely opposite characters, and their fate develops in different ways. How to explain this?

There is no contradiction, given that the souls of the twins have different potentials. One soul is young, and the other has already experienced several reincarnations. That is, karma is a reward for a person for actions and behavior in a past life. Hence the main question of our discussion – who were we in a previous life? To understand this, just know the date of your birth.

Karmic Sign Table

from 01/28/1949 to 08/17/1950

from 09/09/1967 to 03/29/1969

from 04/20/1986 to 11/08/1987

In a past life, you were an esthete, and a rather talented person who had popularity. You were drawn to luxury, although you did not have enough money to live the way you dreamed. The desire to get into the “high society” pushed you to reckless and thoughtless actions, which not only did not help to achieve the desired, but were condemned by society. You had a family, but you did not keep her loyalty. You lived an interesting life, but you were not able to fully realize yourself.

In today’s life, you should realize your potential, but this time without fraud and forgery. And further. In order not to repeat karmic mistakes, do not rush to marry until you meet a person whom you will love with all your heart.

from 02/19/1966 to 09/09/1967

from 10/01/1984 to 04/20/1986

from 05/25/2003 to 11/30/2004

In a past life, you were distinguished by a tough, authoritarian character that caused others to suffer. Disregarding the opinions of others, not thinking about the feelings of other people, you destroyed the fate of people, taking care only to get what you want. By the way, you were distinguished by an indefatigable sexual passion, which in the end, and drew a line under your life. Others noted your irrepressible nature and desire to seek profit in everything.

In today’s life, you have a chance to rehabilitate yourself, which means you can start helping other people and become more sympathetic to others. Enough shocks and a permanent nerve. Try to find peace of mind and live in harmony with the world.

from 12/22/1945 to 07/11/1947

from 02/02/1964 to 02/19/1966

from 03/14/1983 to 01/01/1984

In a past life, you were a prominent and respected figure. People around you listened to your opinion and obeyed your orders. You had a wealth of managerial experience, although you didn’t understand very well what you were informing others about, and therefore, you often gave out what you desired for reality. It is likely that people suffered from your categorical judgments, but you, being at the top, simply did not notice this.

Now the time has come to pay the bills, which means you should be prepared to try on the role of a fighter with the system, its inoperative laws and illegal decrees. Help those who suffer from those in power, and thereby you will find peace of mind.

from 01/13/1963 to 08/02/1964

from 08/25/1981 to 03/14/1983

from 04/05/2000 to 10/24/2001

Throughout your life you tried to succeed and enjoy the power. However, you constantly lacked something: support, knowledge, tricks. You probably lacked sociability, as you could not boast of extensive connections and loyal friends. And relations with the opposite sex were not easy. It has always been difficult for you to show your feelings and be completely frank with your loved one.

The present life has been given to you in order to show your best side. Create a family and feel yourself under its reliable protection. And also, make friends and develop with them. It is much nicer and more productive.

from 06/26/1961 to 01/13/1963

from 02/05/1980 to 08/25/1981

from 10/17/1998 to 04/05/2000

Your opinion has always been different from the majority, you urgently needed freedom and independence, and therefore at some point you simply ceased to consider yourself a part of society and even opposed yourself to it. Perhaps that’s why you didn’t have a love relationship. Considering yourself as a pronounced personality, you simply did not find a person who could become your support.

You are talented and have ideas that can bring undeniable benefits to society. Bring them to life for the joy of others, and not in order to amuse pride. Then the people around you will be drawn to you, recognizing you as a real genius.

from 12/07/1959 to 06/26/1961

from 07/19/1978 to 02/05/1980

from 02/27/1997 to 09/17/1998

In a past life, you did not achieve great heights, because you lacked perseverance and character. Possessing a sharp mind and vivid imagination, you, nevertheless, were subject to the influence of others and more often did the will of others, rather than doing what you dreamed about. Everything was aggravated by total irresponsibility and laziness, because not one of the cases that could glorify your name was completed.

In this life, you should take yourself in the hedgehog gloves and stop being lazy. You have good potential, but you need to show willpower in order to develop and achieve harmony.

from 05/20/1958 to 12/07/1959

from 12/29/1976 to 07/19/1978

from 11/11/1995 to 02/27/1997

In the last reincarnation, you lived detached, completely immersed in yourself and studying the world around you. You may have been involved in complex scientific work that has seriously affected your personal life. Relations with your loved one did not work out, again because of your busyness and dedication. You probably even decided that the family is not for you and you are not ready to restrict freedom.

It is time to turn to yourself and give vent to your feelings. Only living in love and harmony will you be able to create, and most importantly, share the richest experience accumulated both in this and in previous lives.

from 11/30/1956 to 05/20/1958

from 06/12/1975 to 12/29/1976

from 01/21/1994 to 11/11/1995

You lived a comfortable life in which there was no place for suffering and hardship. You were very attached to one place, and therefore did not actually travel. In addition, addictions and bad habits fascinated you. For the rest, you were absolutely happy with such a measured life in which you quietly accumulated material wealth and did not deny yourself anything.

Today’s life will require you to change and develop, and this will cause you suffering. You may not have enough motivation, but it is in your power to find an incentive for life and development.

from 04/13/1955 to 10/30/1956

from 11/22/1973 to 12/12/1975

from 04/04/1992 to 01/21/1994

Your past life was accompanied by sheer frivolity and irresponsibility. You lived one day, without being attached to anyone for a long time and without experiencing craving for a certain place of residence. Playing with the feelings of others, you felt comfortable, not thinking that you were hurting someone. The main credo of your life was personal freedom and independence. You were not serious about life, but there is nothing reprehensible in this.

This life has been given to you so that you stop running from responsibility and find the main goal of your life. You must be involved in all processes, learn, develop and strive to implement your plans. And also, help people and never deny them support.

from 10/23/1953 to 04/13/1955

from 05/04/1972 to 11/22/1973

from 12/15/1990 to 04/04/1992

In a previous life, you were constantly hiding behind your family. They had to solve any questions and problems, while you locked yourself in all the locks, not deciding to take responsibility and face the truth. Having lived your life, you never matured, constantly being in your fantastic dreams.

It is possible that in this life you are completely alone, because in this embodiment the main task of your soul is to nurture responsibility in you. But even if you are surrounded by a family, life will throw you through difficult trials, forcing you to bear the burden of responsibility alone, both in the family and in professional activities.

from 03/06/1952 to 10/23/1953

from 10/16/1970 to 05/04/1972

from 05/28/1989 to 12/15/1990

Arrogance and selfishness were your life credo in the past incarnation. You put yourself above other people and looked down on those who did not correspond to your status. You are constantly attracted to the high society – to luxury, wealthy people, power and permissiveness. And let you not reach the heights you dreamed about, in your sphere you reveled in power over people and came to be known as a real tyrant.

In today’s life, you will have to forget about egoism and go through many hardships and hardships in order to understand that real life is not castles and wealth, but true human values - love, friendship and loyalty.

from 09/17/1950 to 03/06/1952

from 09/29/1969 to 10/16/1970

from 11/08/1988 to 05/28/1989

In your previous life, you were an assertive and purposeful person. You were distinguished by cruelty towards others and incredible confidence in your own rightness. You suppressed your own desires and aspirations, because all your strength was devoted to achieving the result. At the same time, you trusted only propaganda ideals, completely not listening to your heart. Obviously, you have lived an extremely active, but at the same time deeply miserable life.

In today’s life, you must abandon materialism and patriotic slogans in order to look into yourself and learn to listen to your own heart. Only when love settles in your heart will you become a different, much better person.

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wonhoinamillion · 7 years

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Lipstick stains | Wonho (1)

Genre: fluff

Synopsis: Blond hair and pouty lips pulled into an insanely attractive smile but the first thing you notice on his face are lipstick stains.

Author’s note: I hope you enjoy~

Every parent has an obsession, yours are obsessed with finding you a suitor. In this day and age where boys and girls explore and have the freedom to find their own significant other, your parents want to settle with the old fashion way and find you a suitor. Your father is afraid that all the young potential men around your age will get snatched by other young eligible girls in the society and there won’t any good ones left for you. In a society where people date not because they like each other but what the benefits one gets from the later and marriages are more like business agreements, it’s very hard to find a proper ‘suitor’

Your father panicked because you not exactly ‘wanted’ like the other girls your age. You’re not a darling to your parents. You wouldn’t be called as a rebel but always did whatever you wanted regardless of what people thought of you. An attitude which isn’t appreciated in your society. So your parents began to set you up with every eligible young man that crossed their paths, from the chairman’s son to the guy you apparently sat next to in the 8th grade.

Although you weren’t interested in dating anyone at the moment you didn’t want to deal with your father’s continuous nagging so you went along with what he wanted. In the beginning, it amused you how the guys your father set you up with were as least interested in you as you were in them. They were just interested in the benefits your father was offering them. So by the 8th blind date, it wasn’t amusing anymore. It just disgusted you. They were just after the status that came with dating you. Their confessions were meaningless and they somehow thought you’d be easily impressed by their expensive gifts and physical appeal. Pathetic.

Your parents continued to find you a suitor and you continued to ignore them by locking yourself inside you art studio you brought for yourself eventually losing last bit of your interest in men. Which was not accepted by your best friend. And one Friday morning your best friend marched into your studio and dragged you to her house to doll you up while nagging you the whole time about how you will become one with the walls if you didn’t leave your studio.

You sat uncomfortably in the corner of the purple sofa, feeling out of place. You eye the room warily. The room was decorated with vintage furniture and paintings on the wall. The bright light shining on you from the ceiling and purple light emitting from the floor below your feet. Your best friend brought you to a Host bar for wealthy women and booked a private room just for you and your other friends. You squint your eyes at the lights and frown ‘Do these places have to look this tacky?’ But you are the only one who wasn’t enjoying this. The other girls who are your friends too sat side by side with a couple of hosts, giggling and flipping their smooth hair flirtatiously as they poured them drink after drink. You pull a face and place your untouched glass of alcohol on the table in front of you. You didn’t understand the point of places like these. You just flirt with handsome waiters all night and hook up with them in hotel rooms then pay them for their ‘service’. This place is definitely not for you but your best friend just told you to loosen up and enjoy.

You pull your best friend by her arm and whisper into her ear “Soo, you know how my father feels about places like this” you remind her “He’s already irritated with me for avoiding all blind dates he’s setting up for me. If he finds out I’m here, he’ll give a harder time!” rushing your last words in attempted to make her understand. Your best friend just smiles and waves her hand at you “Babe. Relax! It won’t hurt if he won’t find out!” She didn’t exactly whisper back. The host besides her shoots you a grin and pulls your best friend by her waist and kisses her cheek to which she replies with a giggle while saying “Have fun~”

Her definition of fun is just plain horrible! You’re not a party person and have never been. No matter how many times your best friend dragged you to parties she was invited to you never liked the loud music booming through the wall with bodies pressed against each other as the reek of alcohol and sweat. It’s too much for you. You always prefer quiet places and open spaces with fresh air. A cold breeze passes through your hair and the only noises around are the chirping of the birds or the sounds of ocean waves splashing. These places inspired you to draw and paint. But doesn’t mean you didn’t enjoy music, you do! You love soft melody and catchy beats just not when they are blowing up the speakers next to your head. Parties are just not your thing.

Another set of high-pitched giggles echoes through the room and you shift your eyes to your other friends. One of them faked a laughed at the host’s horrible joke but obviously loves the feeling of his hand rubbing her thigh. You roll your eyes and see the other one slip bills into her host’s breast pocket and coo into his ears. You can see his eyes visibly twinkle as he helps your friend off the couch, grabs her purse and leads her out of the room. Your friend catches you staring and winks at you before she leaves. You unlock the screen of your phone to check the time ‘12:08 am’. You let out a loud sigh with your head leaning into your hands. This is horrible. Your head is pounding and you just was to get out of here.

A strong scent of perfume fills your nose and there is a shift in the empty space beside you. You quickly look up to see a host. He has a flirty smile on his lips and he leans his head next to your face “Why aren’t you having fun beautiful?” He slurs into you ear breath reeking of alcohol. The hair on the back of your neck stands up as you scroll deeply when you feel his hand run up your thigh. That’s it. You have had enough “Don’t touch me!” You smack his hand off you harshly shocking the guy and got up. Grabbing your coat and phone you call out to your best friend. Twice. Thrice. She’s having way too much fun with her host boyfriend. You hated her sometimes.

You just walked out the room without bothering to let her know you’re leaving. She won’t notice anyway. You ran down the stairs while pulling your coat over your shoulder and swiftly walked out the exit. You hear someone calling you from the counter but you didn’t turn around. You have to get out of here. It’s suffocating. You need fresh air.

You took a deep breath as soon as you stepped out of the building and mindlessly walked a few steps and then came to a stop. Then it hit you. Your best friend drove you here so you didn’t bring your car. You let out a loud groan and stomped your feet on the ground, earning weird looks from passer-bys. How are you going to go home!? It’s going to take you forever to catch a cap at this time ‘Can this night get any more annoying?’

“Not much of a party person are you?” A soft voice behind you spoke. You jumped and turned around so fast you got a whiplash. A guy, buffed with blond hair and a very attractive smile on his face stared at you. His cheeks, jaw and neck covered with lipstick stains. You could tell from his white shirt and black pants that he’s a host and you scoff “You definitely are”

His eyebrows furrow cutely in confusion “You got a little lipstick here and there” I motioned at his cheek then to his neck. The male turned, still confused and look at his reflection on the glass behind him. Tilting his to the side to reveal the pink and red artwork on his face. You notice the tips of his ear turn red and he chuckled at you embarrassed while wiping the stains in a rush. You remember seeing him earlier. He was the one that had lead you and your friends to the private room and asked you if you have a requested for a particular host to assist you to which you had just shook your head and said you did want any.

He clears his throat, the shy face quickly replaced with a soft smirk “What are you doing out here? I believe your friends are still inside” he took a step closer to you making you move back. Not saying anything you just turn away from him and resumed to worry about how to get back home. The blond male moved to stand next to you, tilting his head so you could see his face “Want to get out of here?” he asks smiling at you, showing off his perfect white teeth. You pout your lower lip and nodded “more than anything” you reply sincerely. As soon as he heard your answer he stands in front of you with his hand reaching out to you “I’ll drop you” he offers, smile not leaving his handsome face. You shift your weight on your left foot and lead a little away from the blond male “Don’t you have some women to satisfy?” you ask giving him a suspicious stare.

“Ah no! They won’t notice I’m gone” He waves his hand and casually grabs your hand pulling you with him. You didn’t think he was serious when he said he’ll take you home “E-excuse me” you stammer panicking a little. You didn’t trust him. What if he forces himself on you the moment you sit in the car? What if he takes you to a hotel? You sniff the air around him. He doesn’t smell of alcohol. “Excuse me. I can go home by myself” You say trying to convince him.

He stops in front of a white car which you assume is his “Look. It’s late. You won’t find a cab anytime soon. If you want to go home, let me take you” He explains with a soft voice but you continued looked at him doubtfully. He sighs and raises his hands as though he’s surrendering “I won’t do anything to you. I promise”. He’s right though. It’ll take you forever to catch a cap here and you didn’t want to go back inside the bar. You eye him up and down, other than smudged stains on his neck he looked pretty harmless. After a moment of contemplating what position you're in right now, you release a sigh “Fine”

He cheers a little and opens the door of the passenger seat for you and closes it when you slip inside. His car smells like freshly washed laundry. You give him your address and he drives to your area with all the right turns like he’s been there many times. He probably has. You quickly text your best friend that you’re leaving but didn’t tell her how. You want to give her a little scare. You turned your head and look at your new saviour. He’s handsome. Very handsome. Like superstar kind of handsome. His blond hair sit perfectly over his forehead, his nose is cutely shaped and he has a perfect set of pouty lips. You curious eyes then travel to his chest and arms. You can tell he works out with how buff he is. He has nice arms. The way his muscles moves inside the sleeve of his white shirt got you biting your lower lip. He could feel your eyes on him and you look away immediately.

He made small talk the entire car ride. It’s easy to speak to him. You spoke about general things and the conversation just sailed. The ride was short and in a few minutes he pulls in front of your manor “When you said ‘house’ you should have mentioned it’s a palace” His lips shaped in a cute ‘O’ You tell him to take you to the back of the manor where no one can see you sneak in without anyone noticing you.

He chuckles as the car comes to a slow stop “So you’re actually Jasmine. Sneaking out to have fun” He teases you. You lift your finger like you’re making a point “I didn’t exactly have fun” you correct with a smirk on your lips. “Not even with me princess?” he pouts and blinks at you. You lean a little closer to him and whisper “You’re not Aladdin” He pretends to be hurt but laugh anyway. He has a cute laugh and it makes you smile.

“You’re a funny one sugar” You frown at his horrible nickname “I have a name, you know,” you say.

He grins and leans forward getting close to your face “What is it then?” he asks, his voice dropping an octave. Blood rushes to your cheeks at the sudden closes and your breath hitches “ y/n. What’s yours?” you ask with fake confidence. He leans back into his seat and you let out a breath that you didn’t know you’re holding. “Hoseok. But everyone calls me Wonho” He replies lowkey telling you to use his other name.

“Well, Wonho. Thank you very much for taking me home” You say with a genuine smile and Hoseok swore his heart skipped a beat. You were just about to get out when Hoseok gets out and walks to your side and opens the door for you “The pleasure is all mine”

Gentleman. He’s a total gentleman. You get out from the car still smiling but you aren’t ready to leave yet. Hoseok closes the door and leans against it while staring at you “We’ll meet again you, Y’know”. You raise an eyebrow at him “Is that how you pick up all your customers for a revisit?” You ask him sarcastically and he tilts his head back and laughs “Yes. Actually, I do” He admits shoving his hands into his front pockets “But you’re different”

“How so?” you challenge him.

“Well for starters, You’re not my customer” Hoseok points out and you click your fingers at him while nodding your head agreeing. “And two” he takes a step closer to you again, bends down to your eye level and smiles “I have a gut feeling. I’m definitely going to meet you again” he says in a hushed tone. A shiver travels down your spine but you pull yourself to stand straight. Before you could open your mouth to retort he cuts you in “And no. I didn’t mean the club. But somewhere else”

You blush “Let’s see how right your gut feeling is,” you say and he grins from ear to ear. He finds you cute. You move towards the fence and began to climb the bars effortlessly. Landing your toes perfectly, you turned around to look at Hoseok. He applause you for your skills and waves goodbye to you. You laugh and wave back before disappearing into the dark.

You flop down onto your bed as soon as you enter your room, hands wide on either side and your hair spread on the sheets around your head looking like a lion’s mane. A wide smile spreads across your face and you giggle. You won’t admit it out loud but Hoseok is the best thing that happened to you recently.

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narcissusneverknewme · 7 years

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Protection Detail Part Three: ♥ The Blossoming of Love ♥

Chapter Five: Kinsey Scales and Dragon Tales

It was clear that Draco had assumed that once the holidays ended and school resumed things, would go back to the way they were before the break. Harry, Neville, and Susan would follow him around incessantly and Ron, Hermione, and Ginny would mostly ignore him, and he would spend most of his free time in the Slytherin common room. He maintained that it was safe for him now that there was more than one student in there at any given time.

Slytherins as a whole, he had explained, were always going to protect their own. While they might not be willing to trail around after him between classes like pathetic puppies in need of attention, they would never allow him to be attacked while they were present. So long as he was not alone, he was safe. Harry did not see it that way.

“If some of them wanted to get at you so bad that they devoted their entire holiday to it-- “ Harry had said.

“Only to be foiled,” Hermione had added, brandishing a finger.

“...Then you can bet they’re more determined than ever.” Harry had finished.

So, even with the return of the Slytherins in full force and with Neville and Susan back to help with protection detail, Draco was spending a lot of time with Harry, Ron, and Hermione.It seemed like the only time the four of them weren’t either in class or together, was during meals and after curfew. With reestablishment of the four house tables, Draco broke off from the group every time they entered the Great Hall.

Harry took a sip of pumpkin juice as he looked up at the enchanted ceiling. The sky was cloudy and dark, blocking out the sun in a sea of gray and silver.

“Harry?! What are you grinning about? Did you hear what Hermione said?” Ron interrupted his thoughts loudly.

“What? No, sorry Hermione. What was it?” Harry said, blinking at her.

“Neville’s got a herbology assignment. He and Draco are in a group with two others and after last class they’re going to spend the day in the Forbidden Forest gathering plant specimens. Apparently Hagrid’s got babysit them, so we can’t go visit him today, either. We’ll have the whole day to ourselves.”

“Oh, uh-huh?” Harry said, looking over at the Slytherin table. Draco was eating with one hand and trying to put a spell on his book bag with the other. He was finally putting on some of the weight he had lost, Harry noticed offhandedly. A voice like Mrs. Weasley’s sounded in his head, not nearly enough, it said.

“Well, Harry? What do you think?”

“Er, yes?”

Quidditch practice ended with Harry feeling confident about his team’s chances for the cup. Harry wasn’t much worried about Ravenclaw this year, and Hufflepuff was doing surprisingly well but Harry was sure his team was better. Slytherin was a threat. After seeing the way his team flew today, though, Harry felt very good about their odds.

He and Ron had planned to meet Hermione by the lake. Halfway there Ron said he’d left something and sprinted back to the castle, calling over his shoulder for Harry to join Hermione.

Harry and Hermione started their slow walk along the lakeside in silence. Then Hermione cleared her throat and sighed.

“You know we love you, right?”

Harry stopped, turning to blink at her, “Yeah. I mean… Yeah. Me too, obviously…” he said awkwardly.

Hermione ran a nervous hand along the strap of her book bag and said, “Ron and I have been talking and,” She paused to take a deep breath, “Well, you haven’t been out much.”

She seemed to expect him to say something. “Hermione, we’re out right now.”

“No, I meant like romantically. On dates. With girls."

“I went out with Cho--”

“Yes, briefly, in our 5th year. But I mean now. You haven’t been seeing anyone?” It sounded like a question.

“Come on, I would have told you. Besides, how would I hide something like that? Why would I?”

“There’s no one you’re interested in?” She pressed.

“I would have told you, wouldn’t I?” Harry repeated.

“Well, we just thought you mightn’t if you thought we didn’t like them or if… maybe it wasn’t a girl?”

“What?” Harry snorted, “Do you think I’ve got a thing for the Giant Squid?”

Hermione colored, “No, we thought… since you’re muggle-raised you might not be comfortable with the idea of two men--”

“Hermione, I’m not gay,” Harry said, amused, “and while the Dursleys might, I haven’t got a problem with people being gay.”

“I’m sure you don’t consciously,” Harry tried to interrupt, but Hermione just raised her voice and her eyebrows, barreling on, “And clearly you aren’t gay, Harry, but… we thought you might be bisexual. You always seemed like you were a bit attracted to Bill, Dean, Zabini, Diggory--”

“To be fair, everyone was ‘a bit attracted’ to Cedric.” Harry said.

“You do realize straight men don’t usually say things like that, don’t you?”

“Just because I can admit that another bloke is attractive--”

“But there’s a difference between admitting someone is attractive and admitting that you are attracted to him.” Hermione said.

They resumed walking, not speaking for a moment.

“You really think I’m gay?”

Hermione rolled her eyes, “Bisexual. Bi. As in both. Men and women.”

“Listen, I don’t think so. I think I’d know,“ Harry said stubbornly.

“Okay. If you’re sure. Ron and I just wanted to make sure you know that we support you regardless of what you like or who you date.”

“Okay. Thanks?” Harry thought for a moment. “Wait… how long have you two been talking about this?” Hermione looked at him guilty. He narrowed his eyes at her as he spoke, “Ron said something about it in the Great Hall months ago. I thought he was kidding.”

“Yes, well, we’ve wanted to talk to you for a while-- “

“You’ve wanted to know if I was gay for months?”

“Bisexual, Harry.”

“Months? Why didn’t you just ask?”

“Well I wondered-- wonder-- if you even know yourself. Have you ever thought about it?”

“No. But don’t you think I’d know if I were?”

“Not necessarily, not raised by who you were. You didn’t realize that you’d been doing magic for 11 years until it blew down the door and gave your cousin a pig’s tail! Your aunt and uncle wanted to suppress it in you and it wouldn’t surprise me if they were the type of muggle who’d want to repress your sexuality, too. And, I’m sorry Harry, but you’ve never been any good at self-reflection.” She said. Harry eyed her in irritation.

“Fine. What do you want me to do? Go around kissing boys for a week, jot down a few notes, and report back?”

“Actually,” Hermione said as, to Harry’s horror, she reached into her bag and withdrew a large roll of parchment, “This is a Kinsey Scale test.” She said. Harry felt a wave of relief that it wasn’t notepaper, she continued, “I’ve done some reading and… it’s supposed to help you think about stuff like this. It’s normal for people to be unsure of where they fall on the scale and this can be helpful place to start questioning…” Harry sighed but allowed her to shove the parchment into his hands. “It’s enchanted to grade itself. You have to be completely honest, though.” She added.

“I don’t need a test to tell me who I am,” Harry said.

“No but… It’s just supposed to help you think. Please, Harry, just read it over sometime. Please?”

Soon after, Ron joined them. “So,” he greeted Hermione, “did you ask him?”

“Yeah,” Harry said, “and she gave me some wonky test to take.”

“It’s a Kinsey Scale test, it’s a scale from, zero to six, to see--"

“Where you sit on the gay-straight spectrum.” Ron finished for her. The other two stared at him until he explained, “Charlie took it once.”

“What did he get?” Harry asked.

“X,” Ron said.

“X?” Harry asked, “I thought it was out of six?”

“Yeah,” Ron said, “if you’re on the gay-straight spectrum.”

“What?” Harry asked, now completely lost, “How can you not be?”

“Charlie prefers eating cake to snogging and thinks dragons are more interesting than boys or girls.” Ron explained, shrugging.

“Charlie’s asexual?” Hermione asked.

“What’s asexual?” Harry asked.

“Ron just explained what it is,” Hermione said.

“Well then why did you ask?”

###

That night when Harry was sure Ron was asleep, he took Hermione’s test, trying to be as honest as possible. He found some of the questions deeply embarrassing, and a lot of them were hard to answer. When he finished, he held his breath as the space at the bottom began to display words in a boring, neutral font, “3” his results read “You are equally heterosexual and homosexual. You feel romantic interest and sexual attraction to both genders and may identify as bisexual.” Harry wondered if Hermione had rigged the test.

Of course she didn’t, he reprimanded himself. Still, better to check. The parchment could be faulty.

He retook it, this time changing his answers to ones that sounded like something Charlie Weasley would say. “X” the parchment concluded, “You have no socio-sexual contacts or reactions. You likely do not experience sexual attraction, and may not experience romantic desire. You might identify as asexual.”

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He had been jumpy all day. Dean Thomas was in a good mood and his bright smile haunted Harry. Then he bumped into sixth year Ravenclaw boy on the third floor and apologized, red-faced. Did I blush because he’s good-looking or because I just ran into him in an almost-empty passageway like an idiot? Neville passed him an ink well in class and for a moment Harry was afraid the that world had come to a dark, cruel ending and he was attracted to Neville Longbottom. A moment later, however, Harry realized he’d been over analyzing things.

He took a couple of deep breaths and shook his head to clear it. He was not interested in Dean Thomas or that random Ravenclaw and he was certainly not attracted to Neville. Hermione was wrong and so was her test.

By the time he walked into potions he was feeling much better. He sat as his usual seat and waited for Slughorn to get started.

“Alright, class! We’re going to be trying something new this afternoon, just to spice things up. Everyone find a partner from a different house. We’re going to be brewing Comitate Inimicus today!” There was some groaning, followed by shuffling around, as the class re-arranged itself.

Harry gathered his things and walked to the desk next to Draco without pausing to think. Draco stared.

“What?” Harry asked grumpily.

“Nothing.” Draco said, still eyeing Harry.

Harry set his cauldron down forcefully and met Draco’s gaze. They stood like that for a moment, just looking at each other. Harry felt like there was something caught in his throat and he couldn’t breathe properly. He’d noticed this happening a few times before, but what he had not noticed was that Draco’s gray eyes held the tiniest bit of blue near their centers. It was like seeing water among the stars.

Slughorn’s voice rang out, “Haha, boys, you’d better get started if you don’t want to fall behind. Miss Granger has already got a head start on you!” Harry jumped and turned to Slughorn. Slughorn winked and Harry, who felt his face flushing for the second time that day, spun to look at Hermione. She was giving him her best I’m-not-saying-anything expression as she shredded stapelia flowers.

Harry tried to avoid making eye contact with Draco for the rest of the class, something that proved easy, as the potion was a challenging one.

The next few weeks passed as Harry slowly processed the truth. He was taken aback by how astonishingly little his recent realizations changed. He was definitely attracted to males (Dean Thomas and that random Ravenclaw from the third floor included). This turned out to not really be a big deal. He’d always reacted this way to men, he just had never understood it to be attraction.

He found Ginny and Susan very pretty, it had never made him weird or uncomfortable around them. He now recognized that he had thought Dean handsome long before he noticed that he thought Dean was handsome, and it had never made him weird around Dean either, because he didn’t think of Dean in terms of attractiveness any more than he did Ginny or Susan, they were just his (very good-looking) friends. So neither Dean or the Third Floor Ravenclaw were a problem. In fact, the problem seemed to be Draco.

It’s not because I’m more attracted to him, it’s just that it’s weirder that I am, Harry reasoned as he looked at Draco surreptitiously over the Herbology homework he was pretending to do.

It was their free period and they were sitting in the armchairs next to the fire in the Gryffindor Common Room. No one even bothered to looked Draco’s way anymore, the entirety of Gryffindor was now thoroughly accustomed to the sight of the Slytherin in their common room. Manasa was slowly climbing up Draco’s shoulder, it didn’t seem as though Draco had noticed yet.

But, I mean, objectively, from an outside point of view… If you didn’t know what a colossal prat he is… Harry ducked his head as Draco glanced up, the firelight catching in his white eyelashes and casting strange, feathery shadows across his cheeks. It’s just because he’s not as established as a friend. In my head. That’s what it is.

In that moment Harry came to two realizations. First, that he was an abysmal liar; second, that he unequivocally considered Draco his friend.

Harry looked up at his newfound friend in wonder. Draco had finally noticed Manasa and had pulled her off his side and set her in his lap. He was stroking the back of her head with one finger as he read.

“Warm. But very silly.” She told Harry.

“Silly?” Harry asked. Draco’s eyes snapped up to him, but Harry was focused on his pet, “What’s he done this time?” He asked.

“This not as warm. Skin is warm.”

“Were you hoping he’d let you wiggle under his jumper?” Harry asked, amused. He sometimes let her lay over his shoulders and worm her tail under his collar when she was cold, but no one else gave her the chance.

“Yes,” She answered, “But he is silly.”

“It’s not that silly, Mans. You feel cold to him.”

“Not if he makes warm.” She answered petulantly.

Harry looked up, grinning, to see Draco watching him. “What did she say?” Draco asked.

“She’s complaining.

“What on earth does she have to complain about?”

“The closer she is to you, the warmer she is.

“Oh,” Draco said with a sneer, “She thinks that just because her owner is a giant marshmallow everyone else is going to let her put her cold, scaly body wherever she wants. Is that it?”

“You’re right,” Harry told Manasa, “He is very silly.”

###

The Easter holidays were fast approaching and they were all avoiding the question of who was going to stay with Draco. After a few days of uncertainty, the four of them were sitting at a table in the Gryffindor common room. Harry had fallen asleep on his arms.

Voices filtered through his sleepy ears as he started to wake up.

“No, I’m not going home, and no you’re not all staying. Mordred, you three are ridiculous.”

“Everyone else is going away again.” Hermione argued, “And we can’t just leave you here, Draco.”

“Yes you can, I’m not a child.”

“Malfoy, mate, Hermione’s right. Even if we thought you’d be fine, Harry’s not going to let us leave you. You know how he gets.” Harry resented that last bit. The year he’d spent on the run had made him cautious, but it hadn’t turning him into some kind of… Moody or something.

“You’re right,” Draco said, “He’s even more impossible than you clowns.”

“Look, he’s never going to agree to let you stay here by himself. You know he’d rather sacrifice his own comfort than let you get hurt,” Ron half whispered. Harry practically heard Draco’s eyeroll. “But,” Ron went on, “I think he’d like to go to the Burrow for the holiday; and Mum’s set on having him over.”

“Yes,” drawled Draco, “best not let Mummy down, she must have quite the temper, with hair that color.”

“Draco--” Hermione warned.

“Well, what do you want me to do about it? I don’t see a solution, do you?”

“Molly says you can come to the Burrow with us.” Hermione said.

There was a moment of silence.

“I’m not. I won’t.”

“It’s only fair,” Ron said, “He’s already given up one holiday for you."

“But we only want to do it if you’re going to try to be pleasant.” Hermione added quickly, “Mrs. Weasley is one of the most wonderful people I’ve ever--”

“Yes, yes, I’m sure you worship the earth under her impoverished feet,” Draco interrupted. There was a tense pause. Then, “Fine,” Draco said, “I’ll do it. And yes Granger, I’ll be all sunshine and daisies to Mr. and Mrs. Mink.”

“I’d stop with the weasel jokes, Draco,” Harry said, stretching his arms and rubbing his eyes, “We’ve not forgotten a certain white ferret we all met in fourth year.” Harry looked up at Draco from his position slumped across the table, “I personally liked him but I’m not sure you’d appreciate his reappearance.”

Three bright red faces avoided Harry’s eyes, as though they’d thought they were having a covert conversation. Right in front of him. Harry rolled his eyes.

###

On the first evening of spring break, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Harry, and Draco appeared a short walk from the Burrow, clutching a suitcase apiece and dressed in muggle clothes. Draco looked extremely apprehensive, something that didn’t bode well for Harry’s hopes that he’d be civil. As the sun set behind them, the four walked the short distance to the Weasley’s home in relative silence.

Harry was still unsure about this whole thing, and had only agreed to come because he’d been compelled to by a warm letter from Mrs. Weasley specifically asking him to spend the holiday with at the Burrow, and assuring him that “any friends of yours, Harry dear, will always be welcome.”

Just before their little party reached front porch, Molly Weasley opened the front door. Out poured five Weasleys, Fleur’s golden hair standing out in a sea of ginger.

“Charlie’s not here?” Ron called over his mother’s shoulder as she embraced him.

“He’ll be here in a few days.” said Percy.

Mrs. Weasley had released Ron and was now giving Hermione warm hug. The others crowded around, patting backs and punching shoulders. Fleur was also doling out hugs, having claimed Ginny first, and then Harry.

When Mrs. Weasley reached him she whispered “Welcome home, Harry,” as she wrapped him in a hug. Harry pretended that he had not gone slightly pink and that his eyes had not stung at the words, and hugged her back firmly.

She released him and turned to Draco, who had looked mildly uncomfortable before, but who now turned to her, eyes wide with trepidation.

“Ah, Draco. Welcome.” She said, leaning in and giving him a one-armed hug. Draco patted her lightly, looking as though he was poised to run.

She pulled away as Fred shouted, “Don’t suffocate him, Mum!”

“Yeah, Mum,” George added, “He’s not used to affection!”

Molly turned to admonish her sons, but Harry caught the look of relief on Draco’s face. Draco, Harry felt sure, had been ready for hostility, maybe even icy diplomacy, but he had been completely unprepared for Mrs. Weasley’s heartfelt welcome. Harry tried to communicate “I told you so” with his eyebrows behind Molly’s back.

Soon enough the welcome party ushered the four of them inside. Ron led the way to his bedroom, where Harry had always stayed when he came and which Draco would now share with them.

Harry smirked at the look on Draco’s face.

“It’s…”

“Fantastic, right?” Harry grinned, dropping his bag on the floor.

“Worse than your common room! Why is it orange? Everything is… so orange.”

Harry laughed and clapped Ron and Draco on the backs, “Well, I can smell your mum’s cooking already, Ron, so I’m off.”

Draco sat between Harry and Hermione. Ginny sat opposite him and gave him a knowing smile. He returned it a little sarcastically, but Harry saw that he’d relaxed considerably. Harry grinned at Ginny and she gave him a wink. This seemed to irritate Draco, to Harry’s delight

Draco didn’t say much at dinner, other than when he got in an argument with Percy over homecare potion regulations and when Fleur engaged him in a discussion held in rapid fire French.

“I didn’t know you spoke French,” Harry said to Draco.

“Your petit ami speaks very well, Aarry.”

Draco colored slightly. “No. No, no,” he said, with an impressively convincing fake laugh, “Pas mon petit ami, mi bon ami.>”

“Ah, no! Pardon! Although, you know, c’est triste. I like you, Draco.” She said.

Draco laughed again and shifted in his seat. He glanced at Harry, “au moins quelqu'un fait.”

Bill laugh, Draco turned to him, eyes narrowing. “You speak French, too?” he asked, looked somehow more embarrassed than before. Bill just grinned and took his wife’s hand. Draco looked around “How many of you?”

Four or five people laughed at this as Bill assured Draco that it was just himself and Fleur.

While Harry didn’t speak French, he was pretty sure he knew what Fleur’s mistake had been. Harry, along with half the table, pretended not to have heard a word.

The rest of the holiday went by easily. The twins had snark offs with Draco a few times, but they all seemed to enjoy themselves. After the first night or two, Draco relaxed, even surrounded as he was by redheaded blood traitors.

One of the highlights of the trip was the friendly games of quidditch. When Harry first jumped on his broom he felt the same rush flying always gave him. The weather was starting to warm up and the wind felt delicious as it brushed his cheek and whipped through his hair.

Draco was just as competitive in the Weasley’s backyard as he was on the Hogwarts pitch. He and Harry streaked through the air, just avoiding knocking one another off their brooms and weaving between the other players. Somehow, Harry and Draco wound up on the same team for the third game. They had broken for lunch when Charlie had arrived and when they split back up Draco was on Bill’s team, Charlie on Arthur's. They played for hours.

On the last night of their stay they were seated around the table, just having finished dinner. They joking and discussing quidditch when Mrs. Weasley declared, “there’s something you’re father’s been meaning to say.”

Mr. Weasley cleared his throat. Everyone went quiet and watched him expectantly. He look at Harry, Draco, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny in turn as he spoke, “You’re all adults now. You’re about to leave school for good. That means a lot of good things, there lots of things for you to do and experience now, but it also means responsibility. You can’t lose sight of what’s important. Friends, family, what’s right here, at this table.”

Harry felt Draco stir next to him and felt a strange urge to touch him, to pat his back or something. Harry didn’t move, he may have even stopped blinking.

Mr. Weasley started polishing his glasses as he went on, “You’ll have to decide your priorities for yourselves. If you value anything or any person, if you want them stay in your life, you have to make the effort. When you know what is important you have to do more than just leave room for it, life doesn’t let you just leave room. You either pursue it or it fades away.”

“Like when Charlie went off to Romania,” Mrs. Weasley put it, looking fondly at her son.

“Yes, exactly,” agreed Mr. Weasley, “He decided family was a priority. It isn’t as easy as it seems to stay in contact, to visit, to send letters once you’ve grown up. Even for Bill and Percy, and the twins, and they all live in England.”

“Come on, Dad, we do a great job, don’t we Fred?” ‘That we do, George. Come home to eat every time we get hungry, don’t we?”

Mr. Weasley chuckled.

“All of you do a wonderful job,” Mrs. Weasley said fondly, “It would be nice to see some of you a bit more,” she glanced at Percy and then Bill, “but we know you’re busy with your own lives. That’s what your dad’s trying to say. If it’s important you have to fight for it, and it isn’t easy.”

When the holiday was over Mrs. Weasley sent them all back with more homemade sweets than any of them could possibly want. It had been satisfying for Harry, seeing Molly fuss over Draco at every meal. She by no means neglected to strongarm Harry into seconds and thirds of everything; but oh! how she had lamented at Draco’s thin frame! Harry grinned into his potatoes the first time she had forced yet another helping onto Draco’s plate. Harry had relished the quiet panic in the other boy’s eyes. The sight didn’t get less enjoyable as it became more common, either.

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Karmic Horoscope: Who Were You In A Previous Life By Birth Date

Karmic astrology is an amazing science. It not only tells us about past reincarnations of the soul but also accurately guesses the goals of its embodiment in the current image.

In fact, this type of astrology allows us to better know ourselves and understand our true purpose.

Who Were You In A Previous Life By Birth Date

Karmic Horoscope: Who Were You In A Previous Life By Birth Date

Karmic Sign Table

from 01/28/1949 to 08/17/1950

from 09/09/1967 to 03/29/1969

from 04/20/1986 to 11/08/1987

from 02/19/1966 to 09/09/1967

from 10/01/1984 to 04/20/1986

from 05/25/2003 to 11/30/2004

from 12/22/1945 to 07/11/1947

from 02/02/1964 to 02/19/1966

from 03/14/1983 to 01/01/1984

from 01/13/1963 to 08/02/1964

from 08/25/1981 to 03/14/1983

from 04/05/2000 to 10/24/2001

from 06/26/1961 to 01/13/1963

from 02/05/1980 to 08/25/1981

from 10/17/1998 to 04/05/2000

from 12/07/1959 to 06/26/1961

from 07/19/1978 to 02/05/1980

from 02/27/1997 to 09/17/1998

In this life, you should take yourself in the hedgehog gloves and stop being lazy. You have good potential, but you need to show willpower in order to develop and achieve harmony.

from 05/20/1958 to 12/07/1959

from 12/29/1976 to 07/19/1978

from 11/11/1995 to 02/27/1997

from 11/30/1956 to 05/20/1958

from 06/12/1975 to 12/29/1976

from 01/21/1994 to 11/11/1995

Today’s life will require you to change and develop, and this will cause you suffering. You may not have enough motivation, but it is in your power to find an incentive for life and development.

from 04/13/1955 to 10/30/1956

from 11/22/1973 to 12/12/1975

from 04/04/1992 to 01/21/1994

from 10/23/1953 to 04/13/1955

from 05/04/1972 to 11/22/1973

from 12/15/1990 to 04/04/1992

from 03/06/1952 to 10/23/1953

from 10/16/1970 to 05/04/1972

from 05/28/1989 to 12/15/1990

from 09/17/1950 to 03/06/1952

from 09/29/1969 to 10/16/1970

from 11/08/1988 to 05/28/1989

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