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midnight snacks || junmyeon & reader

title: midnight snacks genre: idol!reader, idol!suho, romance, fluff words: 5.5k notes: as requested!!! sorry it took so long... i just... sleep so much after working earlier in the day and also my weekends just fly by so quickly :( hope i did not disappoint!

Saying that you were anxious is an understatement.

Your hands are clammy, so moist that you lose your grip on the door handle, constantly slipping the metal hardware from your hands that a staff member aids to your side, opening the door as you mutter a quick ‘thank you’ with a head hung low, shuffling into the dressing room.

The place is chaotic—people running around palms full, ranging from iPads, makeup brushes, hair products, hair tools... just name any cosmetic item and you’d find it laying around somewhere in the room or in the hands of a stylist. In the chairs are your band mates, one by one are being attended by at least four people per person. You’d jokingly tell some of them that it takes an entire team to make them look somewhat decent enough to be on television.

There’s suddenly a knock on the door, gaining your attention but those around you are oblivious with different priorities in mind. The visitor bows at the staff that he captures the attention of, making his way to the couch where the rest of your girl group is seated.

“I got your favorite orders from your manager.” He says, placing bags of beverages and snacks that overwhelms your entire band, gawking and thanking the senior. “I figured since this is your debut stage, I’d come wish you guys luck!”

Kim Junmyeon— or known as Suho of EXO on stage— is the epitome of a perfect man. He’s a senior at the same company, a leader of one of the biggest groups in Korea, and you found yourself becoming one of those girls who had swooned over his beaming smile and generous actions. With his hair slicked back, dressed neatly in a casual white button up in his blue jeans and a black blazer, he always seems to make your heart skip a beat.

You might have a tiny small crush on Kim Junmyeon.

It probably started during your trainee days where you got to watch him and Jongin teach the newbies Love Shot as a dance exercise. He’d been patient with the group, constantly repeating himself when he needed to but also coming to anyone’s side and helping them perfect their movements in order to improve and advance to debut.

Unable to do a body roll as well as Jongin, Junmyeon laughs at the side of your stiff body, pressing his hand on your lower back, watching you uneasily. “Is this okay?” He asks for permission, knowing there’s a thin line between the two of you. He doesn’t want you to feel uncomfortable. Is there anything wrong with him?

“Thanks, Junmyeon oppa!” One of your bandmates exclaims, cheeks already full of the boba from the milk tea he delivered. There’s smiles all around the room, all because of him, and you want nothing more than to be the cause of his as well. But you know better. Today was your debut stage, someone who is barely making way in the industry, and he was someone who had already claimed a spot, a well-known name.

Trapped in your own thoughts, you’re blurred back into reality at the sound of your name being called repeatedly. Shaking your head, you turn to the caller, eyes meeting with Junmyeon. “Oh, uh, thanks for this, by the way.”

“Of course,” He says, giddy. “Is this what you like? I asked your manager, and he named a couple things but I wasn’t sure which was your favorite.” He has an iced coffee in his hand, and a bun with what you can assume is filled with bbq pork, something you’d always get. His effort was admirable, just another thing to add on your list of things you liked about him.

“Pork bun?” You clarify, taking it from his grasp as he nods in confirmation. “Your favorite?”

“Yes, more than just a favorite, my one true love,” You exaggerate, opening the wrapper before your leader stops you by placing her hand in between, blocking you from eating as you frown. “Why!”

“We’re about to perform! Do you really want a button to pop on stage?”

“No...”

“Aw, come on, let her have one bite. Oppa’s request,” Junmyeon chimes in, an innocent look on his face. “I want to see her appreciate my gift.” Glancing over to see her expression, her face softens as signals you to take a bite. Opening your mouth as wide as you can, you munch on a large portion as her face contorts in disgust and surprise. “What— I said one bite!”

“It was one bite,” You respond, mouth full of inhaling half of the bread before choking on it from taking in a quick breath as Junmyeon chuckles heartily, handing over the coffee to you. Slurping abruptly, you slap your chest before regaining your breathing and your leader rolls her eyes. “Junmyeon, if I get in trouble because of her, I’m blaming you.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll take the blame!” He chuckles, patting your back. “Seems like she enjoyed it a lot, it’s worth the blame.” His words warm your heart and you mentally kick yourself for being so easily swayed by anything he says. Your leader looks over at you, slightly agitated by your actions and you know you’re going to get a talk later, but in the presence of Junmyeon, she could never confront you. She excuses herself, walking away from the two of you before Junmyeon bursts into a giggle and you scowl at the older male.

“Stop it, she’s going to lecture me when we go back home.” You whine, a pout upon your lips.

“Nobody told you to take such a huge bite!”

“Well, nobody told you to buy me a pork bun! How am I supposed to resist?” He’s gifting you his signature smile again, and you feel like your chest is going to explode. “Is this what I get for trying to be nice? A complaint from you?”

“I mean... I did choke on it.” You argue, closing the plastic of the baked good, placing it on your dressing chair. “But... it was good, Junmyeon, thank you.”

“Anything for my favorite trainee,” He grins, leaning over to pinch your cheek gingerly. “I’m eager to see you perform. You’ve worked so hard all those years, you’ve come a long way.”

You want to tell yourself that maybe Junmyeon was being too caring and attentive toward you compared to your other members and trainees under the company. Realistically, with who he is and his capabilities, you found yourself falling back into your pit, convinced that he treats everyone this way. He was intimidatingly successful, responsible and altruistic. You? You were just his temporary mentee who only caught his attention from your clumsiness.

The name of your group is called by the station, and you’re all adjusting your stage outfits anxiously, taking in deep breaths in tempts of calming the nerves. Glancing over at Junmyeon, he sends you a soft smile, rubbing your cheek with his thumb comfortingly. “Hey, you got this. You guys are going to kill it.”

Was it Kim Junmyeon’s motivational words that made your debut stage an amazing one or was it the pork bun he provided?

Probably the pork bun.

Almost immediately after the cameras turned on, the turmoil of jitters squandered. Your group performed as a team, and for the first time in your life, you felt like you belonged somewhere. The cheers in the crowd were the music to your ears, swelling the hearts of yours and those around you, eager to continue this pathway of aspiration, feeling as though the hurdles you’d jump over through the years of training had all been worth it.

Hoping off the stage, still living in the high, you spot Junmyeon standing behind stage, his signature smile stretching from cheek to cheek.

“Look at that, you guys did great.” He says, hands in the pocket of his jeans. Skeptical of the confidence that abruptly washes over you, you extend your arms, pulling him into a tight hug, despite your sweat and sticky body. “I finally made it, Junmyeon. I got to perform on stage.”

Junmyeon never misses any of your stage performances since then.

He found himself enjoying the sight of your face with an elated expression. He relished in the way when you finished your performance, the first person your eyes lay on is him, energy running on a high, rushing toward him with your arms wide open. Your warmth, your scent— it all drives him wild, and he’s not sure what the feeling is, but all he knows is that he loves it.

There’s a tap on your window, and sluggishly, you glance over to see who it is, realizing it’s nobody before pulling the covers over your head again.

Tap! It occurs again.

Frustrated, you groggily drag yourself from the bed, dressed in a baggy T-shirt and shorts, peering out of the window. There you see Junmyeon, standing on the patch of grass outside of your dorm complex, waving eagerly before gesturing to open the window. Complying, you tug on the sill up. “What?” You hiss in a whisper.

“Come out and grab a snack with me.”

“A snack? Junmyeon sunbae, hate to break it to you but it’s 1am.”

He shrugs at your response, before shaking the key fob to his car in his hand. “Doesn’t matter what time it is. My stomach says, ‘time to eat’ and I don’t argue with it. Come down and grab a bite with me, kid.”

Sometimes just watching Junmyeon eat makes you full. But knowing Junmyeon, he doesn’t let you observe him consume the food, no, that’s not why he invites you out during the late hours of the night.

He thinks you’re funny and yet so brutally honest, two of the best qualities you have, and there’s only so many minutes in a day that he can spend with you, so utilizing that he’s “hungry for a midnight snack” or “needing company for fresh air” was always the excuses he used to bring you out and enjoy some time with you. There wasn’t a moment within the day that you weren’t with your band members, so sneaking you out once the moon makes an appearance became common when he realized how pleasing it is being around you.

“Junmyeon, I hate those, why do you keep buying them? They’re atrocious,” You cringe, throwing one of those white sausage packs in his direction. “If you want me to come out with you, at least get me something I like.”

“I did, check the bag.” Junmyeon’s peeling one of the sausages out of it’s plastic casings, taking a huge chunk into his mouth. “Mm. I know if my manager saw me eating this he’d be super disappointed.”

“I’m pretty sure that both of our managers would be kicking out asses if they saw us out here right now, in the middle of the night, in public while eating these fatty snacks.” Peeking into the bag, you notice a familiar logo. “Oh—what’s this? Where did you find this? Did they sell this at the convenience store?”

The recognizable blue box from Kellogg’s is hard to miss with it’s simple bold lettering that reads ‘pop.tarts’ and your mouth waters at the sight. “And it’s strawberry. Where the hell did you get this, sunbae? They don’t sell these in Korea.”

He loved watching your face lit up the moment you tear open the box to pull out one of the foiled packaging, tearing it up to grab a piece of the pastry. “I know they don’t. Remember when you asked me why I enjoy eating maxbons so much? Because it reminds me of my childhood and growing up. Then you mentioned that you loved poptarts when you were living in the US, so I did some digging and found it.”

“Wow, sunbae, if I didn’t know any better, I would think you have a crush on me. You must have went through lengths for this!” You say jokingly, stuffing your mouth with the poptart. It’s hard and crunchy— the texture wasn’t ideal for a pastry and you knew that this was not some high end snack, but the memories of sitting in your elementary school’s playground with one of these in your hands and a box of apple juice with a bendy straw brought you back.

You moved from the States to Korea at a young age, with your parents deciding it was time to return back to their hometown when your grandfather’s health began to decline. Transferring to a school that was unfamiliar and having to adjust to a different language that you’d only been barely a beginner in was difficult. Making friends in an entirely new country was arduous, especially when you’re trying to adapt to a new culture and their language.

Reminiscing back to the time you’d leave your middle school exit, attempting to follow the route back home yourself, a recruiter of some sort persistently solicited for your attention. She kept saying that she could make you famous— or ‘well-known,’ was the closest term you could understand, and you were almost weeping on your way home before she decided to leave you with her card, suggesting that you should give her card to your parents to contact her.

Turns out she was a recruiter for SM Entertainment.

Your parents figured it was something you could occupy your mind with and training under an entertainment company would be helpful in improving your Korean and meeting new friends.

And boy, they were right. The company had invested in so much money on trying to expand your knowledge on how to speak the language, including the other trainees, especially these guys that were also from different parts of the world, so studying never felt lonely.

“I want you to feel like home here, or at least with me. I know how much you’ve missed it there and it’ll be awhile before you get to visit again.”

Something about Junmyeon is disparaging in this light— is it the way the moonlight bounces off his cheekbones? Or the way his eyes twinkle in your direction? His hair blowing in the route of the wind gives you a glimpse of his forehead— is it possible that a forehead could be so... beautiful? ... All this because of a poptart?

You want to slap yourself back into reality, but if you did it right now in front of him, he’d probably think you’re insane.

“Are you planning on going to the States again?” You ask, attempting to shake your mind from drifting into any more thoughts. The artificial flavor of the strawberry hits your tongue and you can’t help but feel so giddy inside with the feeling associated with the taste.

Junmyeon smiles in your direction, one that warms your heart. “Possibly. But I’d like you to tag along if I go. Maybe you could take me to places I’ve never been before.”

Peculiarly, that isn’t the only time Junmyeon takes you out in the middle of the night.

It becomes consistent, an every other day kind of thing, and although your endurance on running on lack of sleep is infamous, Junmyeon is not that great in comparison.

“Oppa, are you dozing off?”

“Huh?” He flinches in his seat, shifting awake. He’d been sitting in the waiting room in the SM building, possibly expecting someone, but he was falling asleep every five seconds in the midst of a conversation with one of your bandmates.

“Is my story that boring?”

“No, no!” He says abruptly, eyes now wide while waving his hands in front of him in disagreement. “I’m just... very tired lately.”

Furrowing your brows while seated beside your bandmate, you watch Junmyeon as he rubs his tired lids before yawning. “Maybe you should sleep a bit earlier, sunbae.”

He heaves out a deep breath at your suggestion, running his fingers through his locks. Junmyeon didn’t style his hair today, different from his other days but familiar to your nights out with him. However seeing him in his most comfortable form in the daylight is divergent— he’s even more handsome, if possible. “I should. Sleep doesn’t really come easy during the nights, though.”

“Mm,” You hum, unconvinced. “Sure.”

Your bandmate nudges you in the stomach, earning a wince from you as you shot her a glare. “What?”

“Stop being so mean to oppa. He’s always taking care of us, why are you always so straightforward with him?”

“I’m not—“ But before you could defend yourself, Junmyeon does it for you. “No, no, I like when she’s like that. It means she’s comfortable enough to be that way with me. It’s fine, trust me.”

“We’re trying to teach her better manners,” She says while you roll your eyes at the girl. “Our entire group is even making it into a challenge.”

“Why so? I like her like this, it’s endearing.”

Groaning, you throw yourself back into the couch, head lulling back. They were talking about you as if you weren’t sitting right there! You were starting to feel like you were a kid, and the adults were having a discussion about your behavior.

“Endearing? Oppa, it isn’t lady-like for her to gnaw on a corn on the cob on TV. Wouldn’t it hurt the reputation of our group?”

“Honestly,” He begins, and it was like all the tiredness had been swept away from his eyes. “It makes you guys more relatable. Like— idols, they’re not these gods, but rather they’re people like us. Fans will worship the ground you stand on, but in reality, you don’t want that. You want them to see you as a person, a person capable of mistakes, and you wouldn’t want to change someone from who they really are. Have you seen how crazy Baekhyun and Chanyeol are? What about how intimidating Kyungsoo could be? And yet, I wouldn’t want to change any of them. It makes them more appealing, even.”

“Why do you do that?”

Looking up from your phone with a repulsive piece of the sausage that Junmyeon favors in your mouth, you raise a brow questioningly. “Do what?”

“You never call me oppa. All of your other members do, except you. You keep addressing me as ‘sunbae’ and it feels very... detached.”

“Is there something wrong with me calling you sunbae? I respect your position in our company and the industry, and I want to make it known.”

He sighs, leaning back in his seat. The two of you are yet again sitting outside in front of another convenience store, seemingly going to a new one almost every outing. “We hang out so much and you’re acting like we’re not friends.” His expression drops in comparison to how elated he usually is, indicating how deeply he must’ve felt about this topic. You think, maybe you should try a bit harder.

“... Oppa.”

“Nevermind, forget I even said it.”

“What—“ Confused, you wrinkle your forehead. “Junmyeon, you asked me to call you oppa and I did, now you’re not happy with it?”

“Honestly, it sounds totally weird when you say it. Like... it’s not natural.”

“What—“ You heave a deep breath in disbelief, shaking your head. “It’s not natural? What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Usually the sound ‘oppa’ coming from a girl sounds cute. But you make it sound... uncomfortable, like someone is holding you hostage.”

“You’re basically holding me hostage to say it.”

“I am not!” Junmyeon contends, snatching your phone from your hand. “And stop playing on your phone when you’re out with me, it’s so disrespectful to your senior.”

Pouting, you aggressively munch on another piece of the sausage, and a smile tugs on the edges of Junmyeon’s mouth. He thinks you’re cute like this— the way that puffing your cheeks full of air that blows the strands of hair away from your face. Your personality didn’t quite match your baby-face, yet he still found everything about you just... cute.

Huh, he thinks to himself, observing your annoyed expression as you finish up the sausage. Maybe... in some shape or form, I kind of like her more than other girls.

“You’re not sneaking out to meet with a secretive boyfriend, are you?”

Nearly choking on the serving of kimchi on your spoon, you drop the utensil into the bowl in front of you, quickly wiping the drips down your chin. “What?”

Your leader apologizes for being so blunt, but nonetheless, needed an answer from you. “If you have a boyfriend, you should tell me about it.” She says, leaning back against her seat at the dining room table of your dormitory. “We’re a team here, and management really doesn’t want us to date but... if you really can’t help it, at least let me know. Maybe we can work something out and not have them noticing. I really don’t want any of us to hide from each other...”

“What— no, no. There’s no boyfriend. Sometimes I need fresh air.”

“There’s a male’s voice though.” She responds abruptly, as though she has all her pointers written in notes. Knowing how uptight and well-planned she was, you shouldn’t be surprised if she did have notes. “I hear a man’s voice calling for you during the late hours of the night.”

You hum in thought for a moment, playing with the grains of rice in your bowl with your spoon. “Honestly... I’ve been just going out and taking walks or sneaking snacks with Junmyeon.”

She raises a brow questioningly. “Junmyeon.” The girl reiterates the name in incredulity.

“Suho,” You echo with his stage name instead, mimicking her seating position. “Kim Junmyeon. I guess he’s lonely sometimes and wants me to keep him company. Can’t really say no—“

“You can’t, or you don’t want to?”

Hesitatingly, you chew the inside of your cheek in thought. Were you caught? Was your crush on Junmyeon that obvious? It was like your leader could read your mind— or you just sucked at feigning your expression because she sits up, arms resting on the wooden table before speaking again. “Because regardless of what the answer may be, it’s okay.

“It’s okay?” You repeat, this time, you’re the one in disbelief. “It’s okay,” She says again, gathering up her empty bowls and stacking them atop of each other. “He has that aura about him. Generous, a gentleman, and always there when you need him. He’s a sunbae, that’s what you call him, don’t you? Sometimes in the industries we all work in, signs can be hard to tell.”

“So you’re saying I’ve mistaken his actions for him being a kind senior.”

“Honestly, I think so.” Opening the door of the dishwasher, she begins to load it with the plates. “He’s literally Kim Junmyeon, this is EXO we’re talking about here. Why would he want to date a rookie? Baekhyun freaking dated Taeyeon. Like, Taeyeon from SNSD. SNSD! What are we in comparison to them?”

“Nothing,” You mutter quietly, pushing away your bowl since your appetite is long gone now. “We are pretty much nothing.”

“Exactly. Please don’t hurt yourself by dreaming about dating someone like that. It’s going to be painful to just yourself, and a waste of time. Now hurry, we need to clean up and head to practice later.”

You’re bummed for the rest of the day. It was implied that Junmyeon was out of reach, even you could decipher that yourself, but hearing someone else say it made it feel too real. He had the reputation of someone who was a great leader, a talented performer, and a kind-hearted person, as for you, your bandmates had labeled you as someone without manners, and unladylike. You knew that they were only looking out for you, going through the training process had been brutal, and finally getting to debut meant that this was your opportunity to shine in the best way possible. But you want to be better— someone who was worthy of Junmyeon’s love... yet that seemed impossible.

“I thought you said you didn’t like him,” one of your bandmates approaches you, your favorite member and one you’ve developed a close relationship with through the hardships of being a trainee. “You’re acting awfully like someone who got their heart broken.”

“I don’t know,” You sigh, dropping your body onto the hardwood floor of the studio, taking a break from practicing the dance routine. “I thought I didn’t. I mean, I knew I could never stand a chance with a guy like him, but hearing our own leader say it makes me feel so... discouraged.”

“Maybe she shouldn’t have said it like that.” She comforts, leaning over to ruffle your hair into your face playfully. “You’re deserving of a man like him. She’s probably just afraid that if you two dated, there’d be a whole scandal and it’d be her fault.”

“She makes a point though,” You interject with a frown. “He’s the epitome of a perfect man. Sure, he makes dad jokes that aren’t funny, and he’s into the most boring and lamest things, but isn’t that what makes him... him? Makes him more attractive, it’s tempting.”

Your bandmate scoffs, watching you with a raised brow. “And so what? What are you going to do? Confess to the guy?”

“No,” Responding firmly, you sit up on the floor. “But maybe I should stop going on those night trips with him. It’s making me delusional, and I’m manifesting as if I could have a relationship with him.”

“You... could try, but wouldn’t it be obvious that something is up?”

“I’ll just pretend I’m sleeping.”

junmyeon sunbaenim [11:32pm]: get up, it’s time for our weekly snack trip

Nibbling on your bottom lip in between your teeth, you make sure that the lights in your room are off, and the curtains are closed, but just enough for you to peek through. Guilt rushes over your body at the idea of ignoring Junmyeon but you knew that this is the best for you— spending too much time with him was starting to be impractical for your imagination.

junmyeon sunbaenim [11:33pm]: did you fall asleep? junmyeon sunbaenim [11:33pm]: tsk, there’s no way. knowing you, you run on 2 hours of sleep and still manage to dance during practice as if you’ve slept for a perfect solid 8 hours.

Throwing yourself onto your bed, the only light in the room being from your phone. It was hard to avoid Junmyeon, he had a way of luring you into his trap, and you desperately wanted to see him. Hitting yourself on the head, you shake yourself off of the feeling.

junmyeon sunbaenim [11:34pm]: talk to me. i know you’re awake. your phone brightness is probably at 120% because I can see it through your curtains.

Fuck. You groan, pushing the curtains aside to see Junmyeon sitting in his car, eyes locking onto yours with a wave.

junmyeon sunbaenim [11:35pm]: you’ve been caught, kiddo. the best trainee [11:35pm]: i am very tired today, sunbae. junmyeon sunbaenim [11:35pm]: bullshit. what’s wrong? did i say something that made you feel uncomfortable? junmyeon sunbaenim [11:35pm]: i thought we had that kind of relationship, but i could be totally misreading the signals here the best trainee [11:36pm]: ok, honestly, boss says i shouldn’t be cheating on my diet anymore and i need to stop going out late! i might get caught and tabloids will be all over it. junmyeon sunbaenim [11:36pm]: i could always talk to her for you junmyeon sunbaenim [11:36pm]: but let’s be honest here. it’s not that, is it?

You swallow. Something in your head would like to believe that you’re not that obvious when trying to hide something, but Junmyeon had spent enough time with you to determine what runs through your mind.

Junmyeon Sunbaenim is calling...

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. What do you even say? You were stupid enough to have your phone brightness on max and look through the window to see him— what’s your excuse now? You’re obviously not asleep, and if you don’t pick up, you’re not even sure of what the outcome will be.

So you slide the green phone image on your phone to receive his call.

“Uh, hello?”

“Why are you ignoring my texts?”

“I’m... responding.”

“Bullshit.” Junmyeon doesn’t curse quite often, but you’re starting to realize that this is a side that you haven’t seen from him yet. He’s mad, possibly, if not annoyed with you at this point for being so stubborn and not telling him why you’re not communicating as fluidly as you used to. “You need to talk to me and tell me what’s wrong.”

“Junmyeon, I’m just very tired today, is all.”

“You are most definitely not tired.”

“Don’t tell me how I’m feeling and what I’m doing!” You snap, finally hitting the final chord. It was quick, you admit, how fast it escalated, but at this point, Junmyeon was probing you with these assumptions, and although he was right, it was becoming overbearing. “I’m—I didn’t mean to raise my voice at you.”

He’s silent on the other line, so quiet that you had to double check that he was still in the call. “Junmyeon?”

“I just want to know what I did wrong,” He says, this time, voice low. He knows you mean well, and that the outburst was just out of frustration, but the feeling was reciprocated. “I really enjoyed our outings.”

“I did too,” You respond honestly, twiddling with the fabric of your bedsheets between your fingers. “But...” Inhaling in a deep breath, you knew that with Junmyeon, it just felt so wrong to hide and lie. Gathering enough courage, you continue. “It’s getting kind of hard spending so much time with you.”

“And why’s that?”

“Because I can’t tell between your generosity and your feelings for me.” You blurt, turning to drop your face into the pillow. It was embarrassing, admitting these things to him, but he was going to prod you until you spoke up.

“Come down, will you?”

It required a lot of gallantry to shuffle your feet down the stairs, making your way out of your dormitory and toward Junmyeon’s car that’s parked out front. He’s sitting where he was moments before, position never moved and eyes still glued to the screen of his phone. Taking in a deep breath, you were brave enough to knock on the window.

The doors unlock with a click.

You feel like your heart is in the midst of falling, replaying the phone call just from minutes before, and how quick he reacted without showing a hint of any emotion. It was difficult to decipher what was going through his mind, but nonetheless, you slip into the passenger seat, still in your PJ shorts and loose fitted T-shirt, while he’s in an unbuttoned dress shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows paired with his slacks.

“Can you tell me what you were trying to say on the phone? I’d like to hear it in person.” He’s not facing you, but rather his arm is rested on the steering wheel, gaze diverted ahead.

“Junmyeon, I think I like you. I know, it’s crazy, I’m just a rookie and it’s insane for me to even be glancing in the direction of a higher up in the company, but we’ve spent a lot of time together, and I think I’ve developed some feelings for you.” Rubbing your face with a hand for a moment, you release a breath you’ve been holding without realizing. “But I can’t see you anymore. It feels wrong, to myself especially, to keep lying about how I’ll be okay if you didn’t return feelings. I’ve already talked to my leader, she says it’s unrealistic—“

He sharply turns his head to meet your stare. “She said it’s unrealistic?”

“Well, she said that someone like you, from EXO, wouldn’t want to date—“

Before you could even finish your sentence, his hand is laced through your hair, pulling you into his embrace of a kiss, lips pressing against one another. The way his lips felt against yours was... heavenly— almost like you were floating on cloud 9, pillowy and smooth. For a moment, you swore time stopped until Junmyeon drew away, clearing his throat.

“It’s... not impossible. Remember what I said the other day? Idols are people, like every other person, who live normal lives. We’re flawed too, we’re not perfect, and don’t put us on a pedestal because again, we’re human. We’re regular people,” Junmyeon says, thumb brushing against your bottom lip. “Why do you guys always assume that because I’m from some big group that it means I’m out of reach?”

“Because you are,” You retort hastily, yet still recovering from the kiss. Did Junmyeon really kiss you?

“I’m holding you right now, in my car. Am I really out of reach?”

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all aboard! (the passion express) | knj

Pairing: namjoon x reader

Genre: smut, office worker!namjoon.

Word count: 10.8k

Summary: There were not many things that got your blood boiling in the same way that two simple words could. Kim Namjoon. The name of your irritating and (unfortunately enough, as the universe would have it) incredibly handsome co-worker. Which is exactly why you never expected to find your self on your knees for him on the train home.

⇢ (or: in which Namjoon thinks you’re hot when you’re mad.)

Warnings: extremely public sex, dom namjoon, exhibitionism, oral (m recieving), thigh riding, kinda daddy kink, fingering, dirty talk, unprotected sex (stay safe kids), rough sex. also, namjoon in a shirt and tie (yum).

A/N: so. this happened. PURE FILTH. remind me not to scroll through “office worker namjoon” mood boards at 1am. p.s. train toilets r always gross so don’t do this (i warned u).

Playlist: visit my playlist page here and select “all aboard”.

⇢ Masterlist: x (links will be added once tumbr stops being a douche :/)

There were not many things that got your blood boiling in the same way that two simple words could.

Kim Namjoon.

The name of your irritating and (unfortunately enough, as the universe would have it) incredibly handsome co-worker.

For the most part your job was perfect; a career in book publishing had always been your dream and spending hours with your nose deep in the pages of new manuscripts and having afternoon tea with authors on weekdays (fit with triangular sandwiches and miniature sponge cakes - paid for with the company card, of course) all in the name of “working” was exactly how you envisioned it - if not more.

That was until Namjoon joined the company six months ago. The day he turned up in the elevator in his stupid suit jacket, despite the dress code being business casual, was the beginning of a journey filled with bitterness, anger and a dread for working hours. And apparently the beginning of an undeniable, all consuming school girl crush which just made you hate him more.

You would be lying if you said you took notice of him immediately. I mean sure, you noticed the hoard of girls who traipsed behind his polished dress shoes, using excuses like coffee refills and desperate quests for paper clips to unashamedly flirt with him.

But you supposed you didn’t truly notice Namjoon until he made it utterly impossible for you to ignore him.

It all started when you began to notice your pens disappearing from the pot on your desk. First it was your red marker and then it was your pink highlighter and you were sure you were just misplacing things or suffering from short term memory loss until you noticed the pile up of stationary on Namjoon’s desk that you distinctlyremembered buying last week.

You decided to be civil, putting any earlier first impressions behind you to confront him politely, only to be met with a grumble about how they just “turned up there.”

Not even an apology, you mused, sending a seething glare his way while you rearranged your pens neatly where they belonged. What an asshole.

After that, every little thing he did seemed to grind your gears. The way he whistled along to the monotonous pop music that crackled out of the office radio, the off-pitch tune droning on and on until you excused yourself with a tight lipped smile before you lobbed a hole puncher at his head.Or the way he would empty the coffee pot without refilling it for the next person and how he always forgot to reset the timer on the microwave.

And then came the management meeting from Hell where what was supposed to be your turn to pitch a new project turned into Namjoon meeting each of your ideas with a bored eye roll and a condescending head shake. He even had the audacity to offer to go over the project out of hours, to “help you.” As if he suddenly had a life time of experience in publishing and you were nothing but an intern.

His pitch, however, went down a treat (much to your dismay).

From then on you found yourself bickering over the pettiest of disputes at every opportunity you could find - desperate to get under his skin, a thirst for satisfaction only quenched by well and truly pissing him off.

That’s when your vendetta against him began. You managed to convince yourself it wasn’t the way he looked through you at the office or the way he smirked at you knowingly when the shorts he wore in the summer made your mouth water or the way he was completely, utterly, positively uninterested in you in any way other than as the co worker he liked to taunt for fun.

And he made sure you knew it, too.

Like when he deliberately left the office blinds open knowing full well that you had a front row view as he so graciously walked Seo Yuna to her car in the lot after work hours - even glinting through the sun and giving a snide wave as though he knew you were watching him from your desk.

Was he trying to rub it in? Was he aware that everyone in the goddamn nine storey office block wished he would look their way? Nothing would surprise you. Just add narcissistic to the list of bad qualities he possessed.

If that was his intention you were ashamed to admit it worked; the pang of jealousy in your chest when he rested his elbows on the car to duck into Yuna’s open window taking you by surprise. And the red hot burn as your fingers pressed angry half moons into your palms to control the swoon that threatened to surface when his deep chuckles fluttered through the open window was enough to confirm one thing:

Yeah, you definitely had a crush on this guy.

And once again, you hated him - for having the ability to turn you into a puddle of lust and for making you want to giggle like a teenager and sit on the thighs that looked so good in those goddamn pants and for setting your pulse at a pace that was most definitely unhealthy and probably categorized you as critically at risk of a heart attack - just by looking at him.

Namjoon was either utterly oblivious or completely uncaring since he seemed intent on pushing you to your limits - and finally, in a climax of events, today was the day when he reached his clumsy-kinda-obnoxious-yet-annoyingly-attractive-while-doing-so peak and any grip you had on your dignity disappeared, setting the angry beast that had remained caged inside you free in the middle of the office.

When you returned from your lunch break your eyes narrowed in on the desk drawer left slightly ajar immediately - your desk was usually meticulously organised - you watched a documentary about decluttered spaces improving productivity (much to the amusement of Namjoon who brushed his own messy habits off as being a sign of “creativity”), so you knew it wasn’t your doing - raising the question of who exactly had the audacity to destroy the harmony of your work space.

The answer was obvious. Nobody else in the office was blatantly bold enough to steal from someone else’s drawer. Except one person in particular, perhaps…

Yes.Your suspicions were confirmed when you peered over your cubicle to glare at Namjoon’s. He was wearing a black shirt today and it stretched deliciously over his broad shoulders, tie resting loosely around the vein in his neck that rose to prominence when he clenched his teeth in concentration, pencil scribbling furiously in the margins of the thick manuscript resting on his crossed knee.

And right next to him, a hot pink stapler balanced haphazardly on a stack of disorganized papers. A hot pink stapler that was absolutely tucked neatly in your drawer before you left for lunch.

Namjoon remained engrossed in his work, unaware of the way your face had begun to heat up with rage. Or maybe the pinkish tinge was a result of the way he pushed his thick framed designer glasses up the bridge of his nose with his forefinger. God he always looked so good in those glasses. Every time he swapped out his contacts you wanted to walk right over there and -

“No,” You told yourself sternly, biting your lip as you desperately tried to ignore the way your legs had turned to jelly in your shoes. “He’s the worst! You hate him!”

I hate him, I hate him, I hate him…

The same mantra swirled in your head as you took a breath of courage and stalked in the direction of the stapler that rightfully belonged to you. It was about time you stopped taking Namjoon’s shit. It was about time you finally gave him a piece of your mind.

I hate him, I hate him, I…

You reached his desk all too quickly, placing your hands on your hips and staring down at him in a way that you hoped conveyed your vexation. He remained oblivious to your presence for a moment. That was, until, the sound of your exasperated sigh drew his attention, forehead creasing in confusion while he stared straight back at you with lips parted quizzically. Had you caught the Kim Namjoon off guard?

(God, if there was one thing you didn’t hate it was his face.)

You were the one to break the silence. “I told you not to steal my stuff, didn’t I?” His expression remained blank until you pointed a finger at the alarmingly bright office appliance. “I want my stapler back.”

Namjoon’s features shifted into an amused smirk, snickering when you began tapping the toe of your shoe with growing impatience. “I didn’t steal it.” He countered. “I borrowed it.”

“Namjoon, you and I both know you never asked permission,” you huffed, arms crossing your chest. “I think you just wanted to piss me off.”

Namjoon visibly scoffed. “Me? Piss you off?” His eye roll set your pulse racing with rage, only heightened by the sarcasm that laced his tone. “It’s not my fault you’re little Miss Uptight is it?” He shook his head, diverting his attention back to the stack of paper in front of him and just like that he dismissed you with a wave of his hand and a click of his tongue. “Just take it and go, I’m busy.”

“Don’t you dare ignore me, Kim Namjoon,” you spat, curled fist slamming down on top of his booth hard enough to make him jump in his seat, satisfaction spreading through your chest at the sight alone. “I’m not upright! You’re just an asshole who decided to make my job a misery! And for what? Because I’m not at your beck and call like Yuna?”

Oops. Maybe that was a bit too far…

“Yuna?!” Namjoon spluttered between surprised gasps of laughter. “What does she have to do with the fact that you’re a priss who never learned to share?”

You tried to ignore the embarrassing heat that had risen in your face, diverting your eyes from his. “If I’m such a priss why don’t you share her stuff instead?”

He raised his eyebrows at your pout. “Why? Are you jealous?”

“No! Of course not, I’m just…” You trailed off. He leaned back into his seat, the same stupid smug smirk turning up the corners of his mouth. As much as you tried to ignore it, it made your stomach flip. Namjoon looked satisfied, as if your stunned silence and attempt to stutter an excuse was exactly what he wanted.

By this point the entire office was staring at the both of you, including Yuna who looked almost as embarrassed as you did as she pretended to be unaware of the entire situation by rummaging through the contents of her bag for the lip balm she “lost” this morning and conveniently “could not seem to find.”

“Look, Namjoon, just give it back okay?” You nodded towards the stapler, impatient to just be behind your desk booth away from the prying eyes of your coworkers and more importantly away from Namjoon’s accusing gaze.

He ran a hand through his side part, gelled strands effortlessly messy. “Fine.” He grabbed the stapler and held it out to you with an innocent smile. You narrowed your eyes and he simply nodded in encouragement. “Here, take it.”

“See was that so hard-” Before your fingers could take the appliance from his grasp, he ripped it away again. With a dark chuckle he kicked his feet up onto the desk, revealing his annoyingly cute doughnut socks that nearly broke your resolve if it weren’t for the vengeful way he stared at you atop the rim of his glasses.

“Say please, Y/N.”

The glint in his eye tipped you over the edge, the elastic of your patience finally snapping when you launched at him without a second thought about repercussions. “Say please?!” All that mattered right now was making Kim Namjoon pay for being the most inconvenient, bothersome and punchable man on the planet.

Before you could think, both your hands were on the stapler and pulling with all the force you could muster. Namjoon seemed shocked at your brave act of force before he responded with a tug of equal strength, determined not to let go. “If you had said please in the first place we wouldn’t be in this situation!”

“So you’re uptight and ill mannered?” He got out between gritted teeth.

“I’m…not…uptight!”

You had begun a tug of war, both unconscious of the fact that twenty pairs of eyes were watching the childish events unfold curiously. Namjoon was red in the face as he tried to rip the stapler from your grasp and you had to lift a shoe onto the seat of his chair to keep your balance.

The move gave you a power advantage and with one last pull, the stapler was yours. Triumph plastered your face in the form of a self-satisfied smile - though not for long. Namjoon was breathing heavily through his nose, knuckles white with irritation. Before he could think better of it, he was sliding the wheels of his chair back, sending you flying into his desk and to both of your dismay, the mug of steaming coffee that sat on top of it.

“Watch out!” Too late.

The crash that followed was loud enough to elicit shocked gasps from those around you. The hushed whispers that filled the room before fell to an eerie silence as you tried to pull yourself to your feet with no luck, collapsing in a pile of splintered wood and printer paper.

“Uhh, Y/N? You’ve got a little coffee on your blouse.”

And that’s how you found yourself on the subway platform, waiting for a train to take you in the opposite direction of home but rather towards the nearest launderette.

You pulled the black blazer you donned tighter around your chest, not because of the evening chill which had set into the air by now but rather to hide the unmistakable brown coffee stain which seeped across the fabric of your blouse.

The launderette was closing in just under an hour and your train was nearly five minutes late already and you couldn’t help but grit your teeth in irritation when you recounted the days events over and over in your head.

This was all his fault. If Namjoon wasn’t such a shameless douche you would be home by now, heels off, feet kicked up while a re-run of The Vampire Diaries soothed the tension ache in your temples.

But no. You were waiting for a train to take you half way across town so you could wash this freaking blouse in time for the weekly company meeting tomorrow. It was an important one - you were going to finally present the pitch you had been working on for nearly four months - so everything had to be perfect.

This job meant everything to you, not that Namjoon would understand that - and you were determined not to let him ruin this for you.

“Damn Kim Namjoon.” you scowled at the ground, kicking an empty can across the scuffed platform floor.

“Either you know another Kim Namjoon or I arrived just in time?”

A familiar voice sounded behind you. Your mouth dropped slightly, icy shock snatching the colour from your face as you registered who it belonged to.

Sure enough, spinning on your heels revealed the one and only Kim Namjoon who you had grown to know and hate. Still in the black shirt which was now rolled up his forearms and loosened at the collar, he stood with his back against a pillar, smiling down at you bemusedly with his hands slung into his pockets like this was the most normal occurrence in the world.

“Fancy seeing you here.”

“What?” You scoffed, shaking your head in disbelief. “Are you haunting me now?”

He actually laughed at that. “Actually, this is my train home. Don’t usually see you here at this time so it seems like you are following me.”

“Following you?!” You couldn’t help the way your voice hitched incredulously, drawing the attention of passerby’s who side stepped around you nervously. “If it wasn’t for your little show today then I’d be on a train travelling as far away from you as possible right now.”

“Why aren’t you?”

“I have to go clean this.” You ripped open the front of your blazer revealing the coffee soaked garment covering your chest.

Namjoon bit his cheek to hold back a chuckle. He knew it would just set you off even more. You were a few feet smaller than him and the way you stared up at him with fiery eyes, not quite intimidating despite your best efforts, almost had him clutching his sides.

“As far away from me as possible huh…”

“What?”

“That’s what you want?”

You turned up your nose, confused. “That’s what I said, isn’t it?”

“It’s funny, really.” He let out an amused snort, not at you directly but rather to himself. The act annoyed you even more.

“What is?”

“Just that you never seem to be far away from me at all.” Namjoon rolled his eyes. “Oh Namjoon stop stealing my shit, oh Namjoon stop using all the printer ink-”

“I’m done with you now.” You turned your back to him, drowning out the tinny voice he used to mock you. He had a fair point…but only because his naturally irritating demeanour drew you into his fuck ups like a magnet.

“Because you think it’s always my fault right? God forbid you are the problem!”

You blinked. You?

“Like when, asshole?” You scoffed. “Name one time I gave you a reason to hate me?”

Namjoon reached into his backpack, pulling out a stack of papers that limply fluttered as a train breezily left the station. The edges were crumpled and the middle stained brown, ink nearly illegible. “You can clean your blouse but how about my manuscript?”

You thought back to earlier that day. It must be the one he was working on before the…accident. And to his credit, it looked like it was in pretty bad shape.

“If you weren’t so hard to ignore then maybe neither of us would be in this mess!”

You could feel the tension rising between you by the minute. If he wasn’t careful you would be responsible for another scuffle and this time you weren’t sure you could resist breaking his nose and a trip to the ER was not what you needed right now.

Namjoon’s face had darkened considerably too. You couldn’t help but find the way he tightened his jaw kind of hot. Stop, Y/N.

“Then let’s make this easier for the both of us.”

“Huh?”

He gestured between you. “When the train comes I will pretend you’re just a pretty girl on her way home and you can pretend I’m just another annoyingly tall guy and we’ll forget this day ever happened.”

“What’s the point of that? We still work together every day?”

He let out a sigh, exasperated by your persistence “Because then we can see who the real problem is? Who starts the next fight?”

"Fine!” The word came out a little more childishly than you had intended. What was his point here? To reinforce the fact that he hated your guts and couldn’t even stand to make small talk on the train for thirty minutes? “And then you’ll see that the whole problem is you.”

Wait….did he call you pretty?

Whatever. You could do this right? He was just trying to get into your head, trying to make you think that you were the issue here.

TRAIN NOW ENTERING PLATFORM. PLEASE MIND THE GAP.

The transport announcement alerted you of the trains arrival a few seconds before the clunky metal could be heard rattling into the station.

You averted his gaze, an uncomfortable atmosphere settling.

“Well, all aboard.” He said, arm outstretched, head nodding towards the open train door as if to say after you.

So now he has manners?

You gave a tight lipped smile in thanks, stepping onto the train. The carriage was completely full, no spare seats in sight, so you settled for holding on to the bar above your head, strategically making sure your back was to Namjoon. You were determined to show him that you couldn’t care less about his existence.

Staying true to his word, Namjoon joined a huddle of people at the opposite end of the carriage, staring sweetly into the distance as if he was utterly unaware of your identity.

You let out a sigh of relief. Maybe this was a good thing.

You attempted to busy yourself by staring out of the window; the trees and the sky whizzed into a turquoise blur like watercolour on canvas. Try as you might, your mind couldn’t help but wander back to the figure you wanted to desperately ignore when you noticed Namjoon’s reflection in the glass.

It was silly but you realised you had never looked at him properly before. In your head he was just a target of your rage, a face featuring often in your imagination’s gruesome revenge master plans. But, now felt like the first time you were really seeing him; the way he bobbed his head to the music that blasted a little too loudly through his headphones and how his dimple showed when he smiled politely at other passengers and how his arms cradled the sodden manuscript like it was fine china. Maybe you were too focused on yourself to see just how important this job was to Namjoon, too.

And although you had noticed his face before - it was hard not to - it was always during rushed glances over the top of your office booth, eyes quickly diverting and cheeks reddening when you were sure he caught you looking or when he would break yet another mug in the office kitchen and you would help him clean up the ceramic, ignoring the way his own cheeks turned pinkish.

But this time, through the safety of the glass which acted as a welcome barrier, you could study him more closely. The cute flush of his nose and the way his eyes were a little puffy from staying up too late reading. Maybe there was more to this guy than just an irritating coworker after all.

The train came to a halt and an entourage of fresh passengers pressed into the already tight carriage. A chorus of sorry’s buzzed in the air as more and more people elbowed their way into the confined space, pushing you down the train and squeezing the air out of your lungs until you were pressed into a corner, back uncomfortably flush to the torso of a taller body.

The familiar cologne told you all you needed to know and you shut your eyes tightly, sucking on your teeth as you cursed the universe for shredding whatever dignity you had managed to retain.

A glance over your shoulder revealed a preoccupied Namjoon, desperately apologising to someone behind him whose coffee he managed to spill with his inconveniently pointy elbow.

“I’m so sorry man! Oops..sorry again I…”

“So much for ignoring each other,” you snorted, denying the fact that it was you who bumped into him. You wouldn’t give in so easily.

He looked genuinely apologetic, swinging his arms wildly but only managing to make the situation worse by very nearly smacking an older lady square in the head. His height had its downsides, clearly.

“Sorry…” he began, ready to launch into another apologetic spiel. “Oh.” Except, he deadpanned when he finally looked down and saw none other than yourself staring straight back up at him.

His eyes narrowed smugly. “Well, well, well.”

You simply laughed, nodding towards the evidence of his clumsiness. “Are you on a secret coffee spilling mission today?”

You expected him to throw something back at you, to start another endless fight about who was at fault. Except Namjoon wasn’t listening. His eyes widened comically when he noticed how your lower back pressed into his torso, glancing left then right and sighing nervously when he realised there was no space to squeeze into. He was trapped between you and the wall with no where to go.

“I-it was an accident…” Namjoon seemed sheepish, scratching at the back of his neck anxiously. Why was he so flustered all of a sudden? You’d never seen him like this, so unlike the cocky bastard you’d come to know as Kim Namjoon.

Unless…bingo! You had won. He was the problem and this was proof enough of his clumsy, idiotic ways!

“You should learn to be more careful-”

You were cut short when the train suddenly jerked wildly, sending you flying forwards. Great, you thought, Y/N 0, Balance 2. Your feet fumbled beneath your own weight, eyes screwed shut, bracing for impact against the cold, metal floor of the train.

Before gravity could take hold of you, a large hand wrapped around your waist, pulling you upright. The gesture allowed you to find your balance again, a sigh of relief tumbling from your chest as you gained your bearings.

“Woah there,” Namjoon’s lips were against your ear now, breath hot against your cheek. “What were you saying about being careful?”

“O-oh…” You willed yourself to open your eyes, to ignore the chills that crept up your spine when his nose brushed your hair just barely. You tried to pry yourself out of his hold. “It was an accident, I-”

“Look who came crawling right back. Knew it wouldn’t take long.” There was the cocky bastard again. The underlying implications of his words made you shiver, as if he wanted you to come back. Wanted to punish you for being wrong.

His body was warm - no it was hot, his palm burning the exposed skin of your waist where your blouse had ridden up in the scuffle. You could feel his heart pulse against your back and it took all your self control to stop your body from melting into his sturdy form, from delighting in his embrace. If he were to just move his hands down, down, down…

No! You were not about to imagine the guy you hated with a passion grabbing your ass on the goddamn train.

The train heaved again, Namjoon’s grip tightening even further and you silently thanked him for it as you felt your entire body turn to putty in his grasp. Your hand had found its way to his thigh, squeezing embarrassingly hard and sending your head spinning when you felt the firm muscles that tensed beneath your touch.

If you didn’t know any better you would say you were having the same effect on Namjoon. His lips had fallen dangerously close to your neck, almost as if he was debating pressing them to the flushed skin.

Don’t be ridiculous, you chastised yourself, you just need to get laid, clearly. He’s enjoying this because you’re letting him win.

No matter how much your pride meant to you, his effect was becoming too much.

Enough was enough. You needed to get out of his arms, out of this train and most of all you needed to get him out of your head. You wriggled a little, desperate to free yourself before you literally jumped his bones. Of course you had thought about this before, thought about how it would feel to be pressed up against Namjoon. Except usually there were less clothes separating you and you were at least on a bed…

STOP! YOU HATE HIM, YOU HATE HIM, YOU-

No matter how hard you squirmed, Namjoon’s arms only tightened, holding you to him as the train rattled down the tracks. Your ass was trapped against his thigh and you tried to ignore the pulse in your heat that had begun to alert you of just how good it would feel between your legs.

Just then you felt Namjoon stiffen as your ass glided over his crotch - and if you weren’t so focused on the way his breath ghosted across your neck when you did, you may have missed the way it hitched slightly, almost as if he was swallowing a groan.

“Y/N,” he whispered harshly, as if to issue a warning. “Stop that.”

“Stop what?” You spoke a little to loudly, nearly averting the attention of fellow passengers when you tried to claw at the vice like grip that squeezed your middle tightly. “Let me go!”

“Hush.”

“No!” You moved your ass again and this time he let out a noise; a groan of either pain or annoyance, you couldn’t tell.

“Seriously! Hush.”

Suddenly, his fingers gripped your hips so roughly you were sure they would bruise. You enjoyed it a little too much, the action making you light headed. It felt far too intimate to be friendly, only confirmed when you felt it. Something firm against the small of your back.

Was he…hard?

“What the fuck Namjoon?” You whispered hurriedly, glancing around to see if anyone else was aware of the erection that was now all you could focus on, blatantly obvious as it pulsed against the top of your ass.

The train came to a sudden halt, doors swinging open to allow a hoard of people to scramble off. Cool air hit your hot face. Maybe you’d be able to breathe again if you weren’t left breathless by the way Namjoon’s heart beat rapidly against your shoulder blades, all too aware of the raging arousal that felt so hard you imagined it would be painful.

Before you could push away and scream at him about how inappropriate this situation was - even though, to your dismay, your thoughts were clouded with visions far from appropriate - Namjoon was spinning your body around, pinning you against the wall with an audible thud, slotting his body between your trembling legs.

Suddenly, all thoughts of proving him wrong once and for all were forgotten.

You hissed. “Seriously what the fuck Namjoon-”

“What you should be saying,” He muttered, pausing to let his tongue snake out to wet his parted lips. “Is thank you Namjoon.”

“What for?” You gasped, trying and failing once again to wriggle out of his grasp.

His eyes were darker than you’d ever seen them, glazed over with what you recognised as want. “Thank you for saving my ass when I nearly fell in front of the entire subway.” You swallowed thickly, desperately trying to close your legs to relieve the hot, wet ache that was beginning to throb between them but to no avail, Namjoon keeping them open with a large palm around your inner thigh. “And thank you for not fucking said ass right here against the train door.”

Your head fell back with a slight gasp, choking on a moan that was utterly inappropriate for such a public setting. The train began to move again and you glanced up and down the carriage warily, surprised to see only two young men remained; one engrossed in a comic, the other resting his eyes and thankfully both too occupied to notice the way Namjoon stared at you with a look of arousal so intimidating you had to break away from his stare.

“N-Namjoon we s-shouldn’t…”

“Shouldn’t what baby?” Maybe it was the sudden use of a pet name or the gentle but firm way his thumb stroked your thigh, so close to the lace of your panties you were sure the slight touch alone nearly made you lose it. “Shouldn’t make you wet on the train?”

“Y-yeah…”

“Well I guess you should have thought of that before you got me hard, huh?” You let out a shaky breath, blouse falling down your shoulder slightly but before you could adjust it, Namjoon took the opportunity to place an open mouthed kiss to your collarbone and then to the side of your neck and then to the lobe of your ear. The way his teeth grazed your skin made you shiver, skin burning hot with want against the icy cold metal of the train. “Should’ve thought of that before you got me all worked up at the office today.”

“T-today?”

“Yeah, today.” He shook his head disapprovingly, tilting your chin with his forefinger as his eyes traveled down to your lips. “And every single other fucking day.”

Is that the reason why he was always so pissed?

“When you walk in in that goddamn white blouse and call me out. In front of everyone?” Perhaps you weren’t so subtle after all… “I swear you do it on purpose. I swear you want to make me mad.”

“N-no, I…” Your voice trailed off.

“Is that why you make such a fuss baby?” He continued to interrogate. “This is why you’re a problem,” He hissed under his breath, pressing your palm around his twitching bulge. “Because you are always giving me problems.”

Your eyes widened, arousal guiding your body to palm him through his trousers against the will of resistance from your head.

“Do you know how many times I’ve wanted to fuck you in front of the entire office? How many times I’ve wanted to put you in your fucking place? God you get me so angry sometimes,” He ran an exasperated hand through his hair. Your breathing was ragged now, almost as broken as his. “How many times I’ve jerked off in the bathroom thinking about how hot you look when you’re mad?”

You’d be lying if Namjoon wasn’t the focus of your own fantasies after a couple of glasses of wine and a “pamper night”.

His lips curved up into a smirk as the words made sense in your head, stifling a dark chuckle when your eyes widened in realisation. "So that’s why you’re always riling me up?” You managed to breathe.

“I literally almost blew my load when you stormed out today.” He closed his eyes, swallowing hard. His lips were inches from yours and it was taking everything in you to resist leaning in and connecting them, focusing on the throb in your heat instead as a distraction. “You seriously don’t know anything, do you?”

The train came to a sudden stop, doors ripping open almost as fast as Namjoon jumped away from your body. His absence left a cold void where he had hovered over you and you shakily stood upright, glancing at the floor to avoid any funny looks from the passengers leaving the train. You watched as four pairs of shoes scuffled off, heart beating a little faster now you were completely alone.

A few moments passed in silence and you didn’t dare look at Namjoon. You were still trying to wrap your head around his admission. Namjoon’s asshole behaviour was a ploy to make you mad? On purpose? Because he wanted you?

The doors slammed shut, train moving again with a clunk and before you could register what was happening, Namjoon was on you again, dragging you towards the row of seats that were now completely empty. You had the entire carriage to yourselves and Namjoon was clearly intent on taking advantage of the fact.

You were straddling him in seconds, his hands sliding down to cup your ass as he held your heat directly above his throbbing bulge. You gasped at the contact, feeling the way your panties clung to your sticky heat while you desperately tried to grind down onto his lap, eager for any form of relief.

Namjoon tutted at this, prompting you to raise your gaze from between your legs to take in the lazy smile that rested upon his face. “Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for this? To see you all needy above me?”

He was right, you were so needy it felt like you might combust if you didn’t get some friction on your throbbing clit right now, uncaring that you were in public. His throat sounded hoarse, evidence of his own struggle to resist you (if the tent in his pants wasn’t already evidence enough) and the broken sound of his voice alone was enough to have you clenching around nothing.

It was rare that someone managed to get you this riled up this quickly. It was as if the tension that had been building between you finally reached its breaking point and the only logical response was to fuck it out. Hard. Still, if someone had told you an hour ago that you would be close to begging Namjoon of all people to touch you, you would have called them crazy.

Your forehead came down to rest against his shoulder in defeat. His grip was too strong, stopping you from getting what you wanted, and you let out a cry of frustration. “Please…”

“Please what, baby? Use your words.”

“Please…” Your voice was muffled by his black shirt which you tugged at eagerly. “Please fuck me.”

For the first time, Namjoon’s resolve broke and he let out a guttural moan at your words. He didn’t have time to respond before the train jerked again, sending you flying into his chest and to your delight, straight onto his crotch. “Ugh, fuck.” The whine that left your lips made Namjoon’s cock throb painfully against the front of his trousers, his own moan muffled by your hair.

Before you could twist your hips and gain any friction, Namjoon was hoisting you up again, higher this time so he could see the fucked out look on your face. He brushed a few stray hairs behind your ears, watching smugly as you ground against the air with another high pitched whine.

“Look at you. So fucked out and I’ve hardly even touched you.” His hands crept to the hem of your skirt, tugging the garment up so that it sat around your waist, exposing the curve of your ass and the black lacey underwear which nearly made him buck up into your heat. “Want my cock so bad baby?” His hand came down against your ass with an audible slap you were sure would leave a print and you had to bite your hand hard to stop from crying out too loudly. “Mmm, fuck, I wanted to make you wait,” he hummed. “Like I waited to be inside you but…if you want it how about you show daddy how much?”

He nodded for you to get on your knees. You mewled with delight, nearly drooling at the thought of his hot cock sliding in and out of your mouth. The thought of finally pleasuring him.

Your fingers eagerly began to fiddle with the fly of his trousers before one of his big palms stopped your ministrations all together. You looked up at him, confused and frustrated. “Not yet baby. Gotta open wide for daddy first.”

He pressed two fingers to your swollen lips and you sucked them into your hot mouth eagerly, wrapping your tongue around the digits and coating them in a layer of saliva like they were the sweetest popsicle you’d ever tasted. His fingers were salty with sweat but you didn’t care, taking them as far as you could while batting your eyelids at him in a silent beg for something else in your throat.

Namjoon melted into the headrest, completely fucked out as he watched you take his fingers through lidded eyes. He could hardly bare the way his digits disappeared in and out of your mouth, already aching to feel the sensation on his needy cock.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he choked, leaving a loud slap to your ass that flushed at the contact. “I nearly came in my pants.”

You pulled his hand away at the wrist leaving a trail of saliva down your chin. “You could come down my throat if you let me open your p-pants.”

Namjoon squeezed his eyes shut, pulling both your wrists behind your back roughly as the other pushed you down onto your knees until you were eye level with the bulge in his pants. “Don’t say shit you don’t mean,” he nearly stammered. “You’ll regret it.”

“I mean it.” You made quick work of his zipper, palming his hardness through the fabric of his boxers. “Please l-let me suck your cock.” You almost cringed at the words that came out of your mouth, washed in pure disbelief that you were actually on your knees in front of THE Kim Namjoon.

“Then suck.” Disbelief didn’t last for long since his command emptied your mind, losing the ability to think about anything else other than wrapping your lips around him immediately.

Namjoon placed both hands behind his head, resting against the train which vibrated beneath your knees, sending shocks of pleasure through your core when it made light contact.

Without further ado you reached into the open fabric of his pants, hand finally wrapping around something rock hard and blazing hot against your clammy palm, eliciting a hiss from Namjoon at he skin on skin contact. “Finally.” He groaned.

You were unaware of the whimper which left your own lips when Namjoon’s cock finally came into view, heavy against his stomach and raging with desperation to be touched. He was decently long but it was the thickness that made your eyes pop, mouth opening in anticipation and crotch grinding against the ground as you imagined how good it would feel when it finally stretched you out.

Without warning you were running your tongue along the underside of his shaft, enjoying the shaky breath Namjoon let slip when your hand fondled his balls firmly. You gave a few kitten licks to his swollen head, relishing the salty taste of precum that spread across your taste buds.

Your lips wrapped around the tip, sucking gently before sinking further down his length, letting the spit that had begun to fill your mouth cover his cock nicely so he slipped between your lips messily. Namjoon nearly went crazy when you hollowed your cheeks, hands tangling in your hair and making you groan out, desperate for him to take control. To use you.

“Mmmf, fuck yes,” he stammered, barely controlling his hips from bucking into your throat. “Just like that, there’s a good girl.” He pushed your head firmly down his shaft before tugging you off again, the head of his dick barely brushing against your reddened lips. You moaned in approval as he fucked your face, dizzy with the feeling of the ridges of his length on your tongue and his hands in your hair.

Just as you were taking him back into your mouth, the train rocked violently and you found yourself taking more of his cock than you anticipated, the head hitting your throat and making you gag obscenely around his length. Namjoon flew forward, unable to hold back the deep moan that rumbled from his chest when he felt your nose against his public bone. “Fuck baby girl, do that again.”

You obliged, taking him all the way until you gagged.

“So hot, fuck.”

You didn’t know if he was referring to your mouth or the way you dribbled down your own chin, tears pricking your eyes and leaking onto your flushed cheeks as you tried to breathe through your nose when he held you for a few seconds too long at the base of his dick. You pulled off with a pop, gasping for air.

“Sorry,” he panted apologetically. “Got a bit carried away.”

“It’s okay.” You gasped between breaths, wiping your chin with the back of one hand and pumping his slick length with the other, palm sliding lewdly against the sensitive head where your mouth had been. And you meant it - it was okay. You wanted this. Maybe you had just been denying it all along.

“Shit!” Before you could wrap your lips around him again, Namjoon was slapping your hand away, shoving himself back into his pants and pulling you up by your elbow.

“What?” You asked, surprised at his rejection of your mouth. “What is it?”

“Train’s stopping,” He hissed back. “People getting on.”

Sure enough, the doors swung open, allowing a hoard of people to board the train. You pulled your skirt around your ass hurriedly, hoping the disheveled state of your hair and swollen lips wouldn’t give away your arousal to the prying eyes of other passengers.

You kept your eyes on your shoes, waiting for the crowd to seat themselves around yourself and Namjoon before you dared meet his eyes again. He smirked, tugging his tie to hang loose around his neck and the action alone had you rubbing your legs together for relief, glancing around nervously to see if anybody caught your blatant show of arousal.

The train started up again and you reached for the bar above you hurriedly, not wanting to draw any more attention to yourself by losing your footing for a fourth time that day.

Fortunately, Namjoon came to your rescue again, pulling you into his lap with a plop. Your heat grazed his thigh, sopping folds only separated by the thin layer of your sticky panties and you were sure you would draw blood which how hard you bit back the loud moan that almost left your lips.

“Can’t stay on your feet today, huh?” He clicked his tongue, breath hot against your ear as he wrapped his arms around your waist. Your chest swelled when he rested his chin on your shoulder. The embrace felt nice.

“Guess I prefer being on my knees when you’re around.” Namjoon’s breath hitched, jaw tightening against your neck.

“Is that so?” Before you could respond he was slotting his leg between your thighs, tensing the muscles to create some friction against your pulsing clit. The action offered welcome relief, your folds begging to be touched in any way after what felt like hours of denial. “Move.”

You didn’t need to be told twice, grinding slowly onto the thighs you had dreamed about ever since Namjoon walked into the office months ago.

You moved your hips in slow circles, the coarse fabric of Namjoon’s trousers rubbing your heat in just the right way that had you breathing deeply as you tried to stop yourself from losing control and sitting on his cock then and there in front of everyone.

The fact that you were surrounded by people was exhilarating, the idea that someone could look over any second and see you creating a wet patch on Namjoon’s lap making you dizzy with lust.

Namjoon’s fingers grazed your arms gently, working you through the pleasure as he tensed his thigh again and again, pressure on your clit causing broken moans to catch in your throat. At this point you were completely gone, everything around you unimportant as you focused on chasing the feeling building in your lower stomach.

Suddenly, Namjoon grabbed your hips, stilling your ministrations despite the hushed whine of protest you directed at him as discreetly as you could. “Please.” You whispered, tears threatening to prick your eyes as you felt the feeling of your high getting further and further away with every second your core throbbed still against his legs. You were so desperate you would have done anything to reach it, tired and frustrated of being denied any pleasure.

“Hush baby girl,” Namjoon’s thumbs gently caressed your waist. “Take this off, such a good girl for me hmm?” He began tugging at the blazer that covered your shoulders, dragging it down your arms and throwing it over your lap instead.

Embarrassment flushed your cheeks when you looked down at the the coffee stain on your blouse, visible to everyone and anyone now Namjoon removed the thing covering it. “N-namjoon my blouse-”

“Shhh,” he hushed, tucking your hair behind your ear so you could hear his gravelly whispers clearly. “Let me make you feel good.”

“W-what…oh!” Your eyes bulged with surprise when you felt Namjoon’s fingers slip beneath the blazer that hid his wandering hands from prying eyes, toying with the top of your panties teasingly. “Namjoon! W-we can’t-”

His index finger slipped beneath the fabric, finding your clit immediately and rubbing hard, fast circles into the swollen nub. “So wet baby, so good.”

Arousal dripped from his voice and you let your head fall back onto his shoulder, eyes squeezed shut as his fingers worked you up into a squirming mess on top of him. If anyone sees they’ll just think you’re resting your eyes, you managed to convince yourself, all rational thoughts lost to the feeling of Namjoon sliding up and down your folds.

You let out a breathy oh when you felt his finger circle your entrance. “Joon,” you warned. If he filled you with even one finger you were sure you would cum on the spot in front of the whole train.

He smiled against your neck, at your neediness or the nickname you couldn’t tell before he was pushing two fingers into your heat to the knuckle. You were wet enough for them to slide straight in, cold metal of the pretty rings he always donned rubbing your walls deliciously and making you grind down onto his hand. His thumb found your clit and you dug your nails into his thighs, panting obviously now as you tried to hold on to what was left of your sanity.

“I-I can’t,” you gasped, noticing the sideways glances you were getting from the couple sat opposite you. They must have known what was going on. They must have known Namjoon was knuckle deep into your wetness as you clenched around him desperate for release, coil tightening more and more in your belly.

You were so wet that every thrust of his hand made a lewd squelch, an instant give away of Namjoon’s affect on you and you prayed the loud screech of the train’s wheels against the track was enough to hide it from the other passengers.

Namjoon was going faster now, leaving small kisses against the nape of your neck as he tried to hold it together. Until, finally, he couldn’t anymore. “I can’t n-need more.” You felt something in him snap at your keening, his hand leaving you clenching around nothing all of a sudden as he tugged your skirt back around your thighs.

“Wha-” You didn’t have time to finish before Namjoon was jerking you to your feet, shoving the forgotten manuscript from earlier into your hands as he pushed you towards the train bathroom. He kept his crotch pressed tightly against your ass, probably to hide his raging arousal from the people around you although his less than subtle way of maneuvering you both into the same bathroom stall gave it away instantly.

The door slammed behind you a little too loudly, making you wince. “Fuck Namjoon, now everyone knows.” You whined, allowing him to push you until the backs of your legs gave in, your ass falling aginst the sink. The bathroom was cramped, barely enough room for the two of you, so Namjoon went about making the best of the space by hovering over you with the same feverish want he had earlier except this time he couldn’t control the way his hands trembled as he eagerly ripped your coffee stained blouse open.

He let out a gasp when he finally got his hands under neath your bralette, thumbs sliding across your agonisingly hard buds in circles until you were squirming to feel his hands everywhere, anywhere. “God, you’re fucking beautiful.” You couldn’t help the heat that rushed to your face, something funny flipping in your stomach that was more than just arousal. Before you could worry if his heavy palms felt the way your heart beat a little faster at his words, his lips were skimming tantalisingly across the top of your breasts, finally unhooking your bra. Your head fell back in a choked gasp when his teeth grazed your nipples momentarily before he was swirling his tongue across them, soothing the sting that felt deliciously cold despite the hot and musky bathroom air.

You felt his lips begin the journey down, not quite reaching your belly button with his surprisingly gentle ministrations before your hands were tangling in the collar of his shirt and pulling him up to meet your eyes again. Your nipples rubbed against the coarse fabric and you fiddled with the buttons, desperate to feel his sweaty skin against yours. Your hot breath mingled. “Namjoon,” You managed to pant. “Let me see you too.”

His touch still lingered on your chest when he brushed your roaming hands away to replace them with his own, buttons quickly flying open allowing more skin to come into view beneath the dim lights. You couldn’t help but let your hands snake across his toned chest, sighing in delight when he lets you shake the shirt from where it still sat around his shoulders. You were pleasantly surprised to find his tummy soft, a perfect contrast to his muscular upper body.

He raised your gaze with a finger beneath your chin, pausing for a moment to run a questioning glance from your lips to your eyes and back to your lips. “Can I?”

You almost choked on your own spit, practically salivating to feel his lips against your own. “Kiss me?” You murmured. “Please.”

Namjoon took no time to oblige, finally crashing your lips together in a tangle of teeth and tongue. A wave of relief emptied your mind of anything other than the feeling of Namjoon’s body finally melting against your own and you realise you’ve been waiting for this - no needed this - for longer than you originally thought. Namjoon smiled into the kiss and you felt your heart swell a little, his nose brushing your own gently in contrast to the way his hands greedily grabbed your ass. His lips were slightly chapped as they roughly caressed your own and you sighed contentedly into the kiss, tangling one hand in his hair, the other slipping down to the buckle of his belt.

His tongue finally gained permission, slipping into your mouth as you made work with the button of his trousers. You could barely focus, Namjoon’s lips all you could feel. Trousers now at his ankles, you fumbled to slip your hand beneath the waistband of his grey boxer briefs, eyes widening at the groan which rumbled from Namjoon’s chest into your mouth when your small hand finally wrapped around his pulsing length skin-on-skin.

You almost whimper at how hot and heavy he is in your palm, even harder than before if that was possible, the wetness smeared around his head evidence of just how worked up he was. His mouth stilled against yours, eyes squeezed shut as he tried to resist bucking into your hand. The knowledge that it was you that made him this hard, you that had him breathless against your lips sent another rush to your own heat.

Then he’s kissing you again, softly this time as his hand comes to rest on top of your own. “Wait, wait.” He murmurs between crashes of your lips. “I want to feel you before I come.”

You reluctantly retract your hand, agreeing that you wanted- needed - to feel him and quickly because quite honestly you were close already. Just his lips were enough, just wondering how they would feel around your clit and how good his tongue would be as it licked a stripe up your pulsing folds was almost enough to throw you into sensory overload.

“Can I take these off?” His thumbs hooked beneath the band of your panties. He looked at you with a genuine concern and you thought it was sweet. Namjoon was in control but he asked with a sincerity that said your comfort was important to him and it made something feel right about this, something safe. You gave his nose a kiss in affirmation, nodding gently. “You sure?”

“I’m sure.”

Namjoon placed small, affectionate pecks to the corners of your mouth as he rolled the garment down your legs, letting you kick them all the way off as he rubbed gentle circles into your thighs. His eyes were still black with lust but they seemed gentle as he sucked in a breath, taking you in fully for the first time. It was almost easy to forget that this was the same guy who made you suck his cock on a public train fifteen minutes ago.

He connected your lips again in a soft, slow kiss, hand cupping your face as his thumb ran across your bottom lip. “You know, I envisioned it to be more romantic than…this.” He gestured to the dingy bathroom you’d almost forgotten existed, too busy getting lost in Namjoon. “Sorry…” He bit his lip, eyes averting your own bashfully.

Your heart swelled with more than just arousal.

“Namjoon?” He looked up at you again through his lashes. “There will be plenty of time for that. For romance.” A small smile crept onto your face.

“Yeah?” Namjoon’s grin gave away his elation at your statement.

“Yeah,” Your voice was but a breath. “For now though I just need you inside me.”

Namjoon’s arms scooped you up, slamming you against the wall for the second time that day and knocking away your breath as he wrapped your leg around his waist. “That I can do.” He hummed against your neck mischievously.

By now your heat was dripping, wetness making its way down your inner thighs as you braced yourself for the fullness of Namjoon’s cock. He felt girthy in your hand and your hole clenched at the thought of it stretching you open.

The small room was stuffy, barely enough shared air to breathe but that made it all the more intimate. Hands woven into his hair, you felt the way his chest rose and fell against your own as he took his length into his hand, guiding the blunt head to your entrance. He seemed pained as he squeezed the base of his cock, hesitating. “Are you…?”

“We’re good. On the pill.” You got out between laboured breaths of anticipation. “Wait!” You pushed his chest, his face coming into view, laced with worry as he searched your face for any sign of indecision. “What about Yuna?”

His eyes practically bulged before he let out a small chuckle at your concern. “Yuna?”

“Yeah…won’t she be mad?”

“Why would she be?”

“Aren’t you two like…you know?”

Namjoon spluttered. “No! Don’t you think her girlfriendwould be kinda mad if we were?”

Oh. Oh.

“I-”

“Y/N, she was just a way to you know…make you jealous. Truthfully, I was pissed, you wouldn’t even look my way and -”

You cut him off with a peck to his lips. “Okay. It’s okay.”

“It is?”

“Yeah. Now for god’s sake, just fuck me please.”

“With pleasure.”

The head of his cock was back again and you circled your hips, desperate to feel more of it inside of you. Namjoon pressed in slowly, his head falling into the crook of your neck as he finally bottomed out, low moans escaping his lips at the feeling of your tight, velvety walls finally rubbing deliciously against his shaft.

The head of his cock instantly brushed against your sweet spot, sending shivers of pleasure through your heat as you scratched his back wildly. “Please…please ugh! Move!”

Namjoon wasted no time, dragging out nearly all the way before slamming back in to the hilt with a lewd slap. Your folds were so wet each thrust made an embarrassingly loud squelch you were sure could be heard from outside but the way his cock was thick enough to stretch you out just the way you liked it and long enough to hit deeper than his fingers had earlier rendered you uncaring and speechless.

The pleasure was almost unbearable and you could feel your muscles clenching around him, drawing out a strangled moan against your neck. The action was enough to make him lose all control as he lifted your leg, pressing you into the wall with all his weight and slamming into you at a new angle that gave him access to your clit every time he bottomed out, making you scream with pleasure into the palm of his hand.

“Shit, Y/N,” He hissed, watching through lidded eyes as you lost it beneath him. “You’re going to make me cum if you keep making noises like that. Fuck!” Namjoon was getting sloppy now, barely able to keep his pace as he desperately tried to cling on to the edge while each of your whines made his cock feel like it may explode any second.

“Mmm, cum for me,” you moan, completely lost to the feeling of his hot cock sliding lewdly in and out of you. “Wanna feel you fill me up.”

“Holy fuck,” he stuttered, nearly falling out of you as the pleasure overwhelmed him. “You have no idea how long I’ve dreamed of this, being inside you, god.”

So he gets loose lipped when he’s close, huh? Cute.

“Want you to cum with me, fuck.”

His dirty admissions were enough to send you flying over the edge with a cry, his fingers coming between your legs to rub agonising circles into your clit as you rode out your high. Your vision went black, legs trembling and if it weren’t for Namjoon’s strong grip on your thighs you were sure you would nothing but a puddle by now.

“Fuck you got so tight, that’s it. Come for me baby.” A few sloppy strokes later and he was coating your walls with a low groan, connecting your lips in a breathless kiss as you whimper at the feeling of being filled and the overstimulation.

Namjoon presses his sweat slicked forehead against your own as you let your breath mingle, coming down from your highs. As your vision slowly returned, the train jerked, nearly sending you both flying if Namjoon wasn’t there to save you once again.

“Woah there.” He said quietly with a smile. He connected your lips for the nth time and you decided that although it was new you actually - no definitely - liked it. “Be careful.”

You were about to say something playful back before a transport announcement crackled over head.

TRAIN TERMINATING AT NEXT STOP.

You broke away from the kiss with a groan. “Shit shit shit! I’ve missed my stop!”

Breaking away from his grasp you hurriedly try to button up your coffee stained blouse, glancing around to locate your underwear which was out of sight.

“Looking for these?” A piece of fabric hit your chest. Your panties.

His calm demeanour was enough to replace the post orgasmic glow with a familiar feeling of rage towards him.

“Yes I was looking for those - and this is all your fault! If you didn’t take them off in the first place I wouldn’t be in this mess and this stupid fucking blouse would be clean and-”

Namjoon cut you off by pulling you against his chest, peppering your face in playful kisses as you tried to squirm out of his grasp. You gave up eventually, enjoying the warmth of his bare chest and nearly giggling with surprise when he placed a peck to both your cheeks.

“You…are…so…fucking…cute…when…you’re…mad.” Each word was punctuated with a kiss and you hit him away playfully.

His sudden change in behaviour took you by surprise. You had never seen this side of him before. A side that wasn’t a complete and utter dick (or in more recent discoveries, a possessive, rough love maker).

“I recall you saying I was hot when I was mad.”

“Yeah, but you’re also really fucking cute.” You wrapped your arms around his waist, looking up at him with a pout. “See cute.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, earning a chuckle as he began to buckle his own trousers. “You know, the next stop is mine so you could always just come back to my place?”

“Huh?”

A blush crept onto his face as he rushed to explain himself. “No, not like that…unless you wanted to- no! What I meant was, you could come to my place and I could wash your blouse for you.”

You finished tidying up your skirt, watching with amusement as he scratched the back of his neck nervously. “I don’t have enough spare cash for a taxi.”

“I’ll drive you home!” He said quickly. “You know, if you want me to…”

“Okay.” You said with a small smile. “Besides, I think I kind of owe you.” You nod towards the pityful remains of Namjoon’s manuscript which lay sodden in the sink, discarded at some point during your excitement earlier.

“Then this makes us even.”

“Deal.”

“Now, let’s hope the train is empty and if it’s not, get ready to run!”

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justlurkingintheshadows · 4 years

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@nutsandvoltsweek I got some soft for that angsty heart, doctor's orders I'm afraid. I REALLY enjoyed this one, much much more than I can actually explain. I started writing this at like 1am because it wouldn't let me sleep, I eventually fell asleep but I got half of it done then so there wasn't too much left when I was able to get back to it.

Day 6, Royalty AU

Of Meisters and Menials

(Alt title which is essentially just adapted meanings of the initial words aka the original title simply explained: Of skill and degradation)

Word count : 1,957

Content tags : King!Watts, Jester!Tyrian, Royalty AU, attempted murder, minor character death

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There was something oddly fulfilling about performing for the king, he never looked impressed but deep down he enjoyed the show every time, though he would never admit it. And Tyrian liked to push the boundaries of what was truly acceptable in the king's court, it was something the guards hated him for.

It wasn't uncommon for Tyrian to suddenly approach his Majesty with no permissions, it sparked the natural instinct of the guards to protect their sovereign and there were times that it had almost ended badly had they not been halted by a direct order. King Arthur found it only mildly irksome that he would be approached so easily by the man of many tricks but he knew there was no danger to him and excused it.

Tyrian was adept with his hands, presenting a flourish during the intense telling of stories or at the end of a trick for flair, but it was his juggling that was most impressive, he didn't tend to use the regular means, instead of soft balls to throw and catch he used weapons. It was also not out of the ordinary for the mischief maker to steal the swords of the protective soldiers and balance them atop one another, either point to point or pommel to pommel, maybe sometimes a mix of both, he was able to find some way to balance them, much like he tended to find a way to balance himself almost anywhere too, whether that be a pillar or the king's own throne, a personal favourite spot because it was the most effortlessly irritating position he could find that guaranteed a scowl from many of the sentries, but he knew they couldn't stop him and since he didn't get in the way he was never directly told off for doing so by anyone who actually mattered so he kept doing it, his favourite part was sometimes leaning down to look into the emerald eyes of the only person who was allowed to sit there, they often looked back with raised brows and a comment about how he was perhaps being a bit too cocky and the response was to grin and giggle "Perhaps" yet he still never got chastised. The most negative response he ever got was a sigh.

He was clearly good at his craft, and there were many who couldn't stand him, thought his enthusiastic spontaneity was dangerous and irresponsible, though it still seemed to please their ruler who was never quite as mad as other observers seven if he didn't make it obvious.

Tyrian was essentially the only person who was actually allowed an unsupervised close personal audience with the king without having to announce himself (eventhough they would have preferred he announced himself beforehand he simply did not), he just appeared to bother his Highness whenever he could. He even had the audacity to incorrectly address the ruler calling him 'My Majesty' instead of 'Your Majesty' and sometimes even just 'Majesty'. In fact it was quite miraculous that he hadn't been accused of mutiny or the like as any other who dared to 'insult' the king in such a way would face death, but not Tyrian, his value to the court was his ability of charm and quality of amusement. He enjoyed showing up when he wasn't at all invited and hovering around quietly, certain visitors almost thought it was inappropriate but he was never truly reprimanded and so kept doing it time and time again, causing no disruptions despite some trying to claim otherwise.

There were other skills that some were less aware of but the most favourites of the sovereign was the unapparent expertise of knife throwing, despite the juggling and balancing you would never expect the jovial jester to truly be able to actually land an accurate hit with barely any effort, this had only been displayed once when someone attempted to cause harm to the crown and the guards had been unavailable or simply too slow to react, the attempted assassin had been the one to throw the blade, the target being the crown head, and yet they were the one who ended up getting hit; in an impressive set of moves Tyrian had pushed his Majesty out of his throne, caught the flying dagger before it struck the fine material, and fired it back in the direction it came, the strike landed wonderfully between the stunned eyes of a fellow trained for hostility. Trained to react against the king and his men but not for the King's court fool. Arthur was rather astonished, a little shocked but barely bruised from being shoved out the way, but entirely amazed at the swift involvement of his apparently innocent jokesmith with a deadly insinuation. While the royal may have been impressed his defenders were not quite so, though they couldn't be entirely displeased with this event. Arthur noticed there was a bit of blood in Tyrian's hand, upon inspection it was observed that in the act of catching the knife he'd caught himself, it was only minor but it was demanded that the doctor see to it, there was even some praise of thanks for saving the life. He was happy to have the attention of the single monarchy, he thoroughly relished in the attentiveness that multiplied after that event.

Years gradually passed and he was always welcomed even more into the castle, it was odd that he felt he belonged somewhere. The life of a fool isn't always so good-humoured.

One day his royal Highness had to leave on business and it was left to his steward to man the castle while he was away, there was only one empirical issue, they didn't like Tyrian at all. In the king's absence they'd ask for entertainment only to appear bored by it or laugh in such a way it didn't seem fair, this wasn't the same chuckle that sometimes managed to escape the mouth of the ruler, this laugh was more mocking and while Tyrian had grown up around those sorts of noises it got him a little annoyed. At one point the steward asked "Why do you insist on remaining so happy and bouncy all the time?" And Tyrian had smiled and responded delightedly,

"Because I know I am loved by someone" he knew that though King Arthur never showed it in reality his Majesty did appreciate his presence and that sometimes his little tricks really did make his day, though again he would never admit it. The steward laughed.

"You really think that the King cares AT ALL about /you/?" The smile faded from Tyrian's face, "Why would anyone CARE about /you/?" They didn't hold back, the jesters smile faded even more, "He pities you because you're pathetic and useless by any other means, it's not that he actually enjoys having you around it's just that he has to endure it to keep you complacent and loyal to his cause, not that you'd be of any assistance loyal or not" at this point the smile had turned to a sorrowful frown, if there was one thing that could hurt the jolly joker it was the thought that there was a chance his King actually couldn't care less about him. It hurt, those wounds cut deep, much deeper than any knife juggling accident could ever have gone. It scarred his soul.

Arthur was away for a while but when he returned he was, despite best efforts to keep emotions tightly reigned in, happy to see his favourite (and only) jester again, even if it was hard for him to express it. Business had been stressful, it was usually because of having to deal with other people for so long, he needed to relax and unwind with a good joke or a short tale or maybe a trick of some sorts but for some reason he could tell there was something not quite right about his dutiful jokester. He never usually had much of a conversation with Tyrian, it was generally one sided and mostly just in the form of a story with no requirements for contribution, so when he approached the young man while they were alone and asked him if everything was okay it came as quite a shock.

"Is everything ok? You don't seem to have as much heart, has something happened while I've been gone?" Queried the man with all the power. Tyrian blinked at him then remembered his manners and bowed lowly,

"Everything is fine Your majesty, nothing you should concern yourself with" he said as politely as he could. Arthur thought this was somewhat odd,

"Are you sure? It just appears that there may be something the matter, you're not acting quite as I recall you did before" there were attempts to hide hints of concern,

"I am simply remaining in my place Your Majesty, it would be improper for me to act wildly." This seemed to be a final straw

"Tyrian," came an oddly unusual soft tone, Tyrian couldn't help but look in utter confusion at this change of voice, "Are you okay? Something happened didn't it?" There was a silent refusal to answer but the shift of eyes to the floor indicated the truth, "You may speak, it is permitted..." He was trying, it didn't seem to work so another tactic was used, "I demand you inform me of anything that's happened to make you act this way." He stated. Tyrian still seemed reluctant but he couldn't ignore an order though he still took time to find the words.

"You need not worry yourself too much Your Majesty, I am aware you do not actually care for me in any way, I've been informed your apparent enjoyment of my display is simply pity…" he started to trail off, it upset him to think about it again.

Then Watts put a hand on his cheek, lifting his head up to initiate eye contact.

"And whom was it that told you that?" The tone was careful but there was an element of danger to it that Tyrian immediately picked up on, it almost made him shudder. Instead of giving a true answer he simply said,

"It is what I was advised" but the implications were there.

"Is that so?"

Tyrian looked into the royal green eyes that regarded him, he felt foolish for wanting to get lost in them, especially when a corner of them harboured some annoyance that was never going to be directed at him. Arthur smiled softly, his warmth threatening to melt the poor Scorpion.

"I don't want you to believe what you were advised, I want you to believe that I say"

Tyrian's eyes were wide and he was trying not to look too dreamy, he stuttered an awkward response "O-okay… I mean yes, o-of course.. Your Majesty" he was starting to feel like a fool

"I would never let anyone else be aware but I do care, you entertain me. Often your jokes and gimmicks tend to be the only thing I won't be so stone-faced about." His smile was slightly awkward, rather unbefitting of the leader of the kingdom, but somehow suitable for Arthur thought Tyrian. There was some mild hesitation as the other hand moved to hold the other side of his face, Tyrian couldn't help but enjoy the warmth of it. They stood there with the jesters face being cupped by an awkward King. Then Arthur touched his forehead to Tyrian's earning a little stunned gasp.

It was a sweet moment that neither really wanted to end, but it allowed the lord to realise that life would be a lot less interesting without his merryman to keep him company. He didn't want to imagine it.

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BONUS!!!

King snake and Jester scorpion

-I wish I could actually draw a king Watts with Jester Tyrian hanging over the back of his throne like the dick he is because that's my life and I need it but I will never 😭-

#arthur watts #tyrian callows #nuts and volts week #My trashy Fanfics #My trashy doodles #Royalty AU #King!Watts #Jester!Tyrian #I enjoyed this #It's probably bad but I don't care #This was fun #And this is actually early for once 😂

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cashtonwoah-blog · 5 years

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Better Man // Part 2

Hey guys! Hope you liked the first part of Better Man, my newest fanfict for Ashton! I'm really enjoying writing this, and felt inspired recently as I have just returned from a holiday! Enjoy this second part.

Warnings: light smut, swearing, slight mention of controlling relationships.

****

"He called you cute?!" Camila squeeled with delight, as I recalled the events from earlier in the day.

I sighed, but smiled a little. For once Camila actually sounded invested in one of my guy stories.

"And then... His mate just walked off with him?!" she asked confused.

"Well, Luke his friend, and band mate, basically dragged him back to have a nap, he'd had so much to drink Cami" I scoffed.

"He's in a band?!" Ed gasped.

"Go Y/N! You've pulled! " Camila cheered, clapping.

"Comeon guys, I was just providing support. He was quite drunk so I bet he doesn't remember any of it". I chuckle, picking up my drink and heading back to the bar after finishing my break. I wasn't try to make a big deal out of the chat with the boy as it wasn't a big deal, but he was kinda cute. And it was nice that he felt comfortable talking to me.

****

"Lucky number 7, numero siete" I hear the entertainer Sami shout from the stage. Bingo was a very popular game in the hotel, especially as the old folk found it fun. I'd noted that the hotel was busier tonight, filled with all ages, which meant good business. I'd already had to stop 2 guys on a stag do from having more alcohol. I continued to make my favourite cocktail for a lady at the bar, Love On The Beach, which had vodka, strawberry flavouring with peach schnaps and a dash of lemonade. I presented the lady with the drink, to which she lightly clapped.

"Excuse me miss?" I hear a voice say at the bar. I turn around and see the curly haired boy, looking rather sleepy. His hair was messier than usual, and he was dressed in the same clothes are he had on 5 hours earlier. He rubbed his hand in the back of his head in an awkward fashion.

"Well hello rockstar, back for another drink?" I jokingly ask.

He smirks, sitting down at the bar, placing his head in the palm of his hands. I decide to make him a special drink. It was my first drink I learnt from Camila, a hangover cure! Orange juice, lemonade and a few other secret ingredients. I make the drink up, and place it in front of him.

"Please tell me there's no gin in this" he groans, lifting his head up from the bar table to inspect the drink.

I chuckle. "None what so ever sir".

He goes to give me a €10 note to pay for the drink. I wave my hand across my chest.

"No charge, its on me" I smile, pushing the drink closer towards him. He replies with a wide smile, I note his big ___ eyes, looking at me.

"Thanks Y/N" he replies, taking a sip. He subtlety moans.

"That's lovely".

"Enjoy... D'you know, I never got your name." I chuckle.

"Really? How rude of me." the boy laughs, offering me his hand.

"My names Ashton" he says, shaking my hand.

"So I wanted to apologise for earlier, I wasn't myself, and normally I'm not that much of a drinker like that" he said.

"It's okay, I've heard a lot worse stories over the past few months. I witnessed a divorce at this very bar, so you're good" I reply.

"Wow" is all his reply is. He takes another sip of the drink, followed by 2 headache tablets.

"Did you have some dinner?" I ask.

"Not yet, I'm waiting for Luke and Sierra and then we'll head out for the night" he replies.

"So is Luke a friend in your band?".

"Yup, he's the guitarist and vocalist, I'm the drummer" he says proudly.

"That's so cool!" I smile. As I attempt to find out more about Ashton, I hear a clicking of a finger and find a big old gentlemen trying to beckon me over to his side of the bar. I sigh.

"Excuse me Ashton" I say, walking to the gentlemen.

"Finally! I've been waiting for service for ages!" the old man moans.

"I do apologise sir, how may I help?" I reply awkwardly.

****

Its 1am, and the stag do have finally left the bar to head into the town centre for a night out. I sigh in relief, tidying up so I can close up and head home for the night. It was my day off tomorrow so I was looking forward to a lie in. I decided to start clearing the tables first, filling my tray with cocktail glasses. I hear a smash of glass, I turn around and see Margot by shattered glass.

I groan, heading over to her with a brush and pan. I smile at her, and let her get on with cleaning up the mess. She just shrugs at me, and proceeds to clean up. Throughout my shift, all I've thought about is Ashton, and how lovely he was. For the rest of the night before Luke and Sierra returned, we talked about lots in between me serving customers. We spoke about living in England, something both of us had done.

"Don't you miss home?" I questioned.

"Yeah, but the boys and I knew that we had to leave Aus a bit to try and get known musically. It was brilliant, living on our own, no rules, no nagging mums-" he says.

"No cleaning" I interrupted, laughing. He gives me a playful nudge at my comment.

"So did you live alone in England before moving here?" he asks.

"I actually lived with my Dad until he remarried, which became difficult to I decided to stay here for good!" I reply with a smile.

Ashton pouts. "But do you not miss home?" he asks.

"Not really. I have bad memories of home, with family and other people, so it was nice to start all over here again" I reply.

"I get it, like I miss home but so much has happened since I moved out and focused on the band" Ashton smiles.

****

I continued to clean the bar, and manage to finish around 2am. I sigh looking at my Apple Watch, noting the time. I head to reception to sign out, and am greeted by Ashton, sat on the chairs, like he was waiting for someone.

"Hey Rockstar" I smile tiredly, trying to hide my yawn.

"Hey Y/N, going home?" he asks.

"Yup, off tomorrow which will be nice".

Ashton looks somewhat disappointed. "Oh? So I won't see you tomorrow?" he replies, looking at the floor.

"Not at work nope, but if you're in the town or about maybe I'll say hey" I wink, confused at why he appeared so disappointed.

"That would be nice, Luke and Sierra were thinking of heading to the beach tomorrow, so maybe see you around" Ashton says.

"Well personally, I'd go to the one further down towards the airport. Its much nicer and better quality sand, if you get me. I head there with Cami and Ed often, it's nice" I smile.

"I take it Ed and Cami are mates?" he asks.

"Yup, Cami is a cleaner here at the hotel and Ed works on reception." I reply.

"That's cool, well maybe I'll say hey to them if I see them around, point out next time? He asks.

"Will do, enjoy your night Ashton" I smile, signing my name and walk towards the exit.

"Goodnight Y/N" he smiles at me, before walking away.

****

I couldn't sleep last night, which was weird for me. Normally, I'm out like a light, but last night was different. I had Ashton on my mind and I couldn't work out why. The way he smiled at me, made me laugh all night at the bar. The sparkle in his Hazel eyes got made me feel gooey.

I decided to get up, and head to the local Spar to get some food bits for the day. I parked my car in the car park, and headed into the store. I grabbed a roll, some Lays crisps and a bottle of Pepsi. I turned into the sweet section and overheard a woman with an American accent laughing.

"Luke! There here, come get the candy" she laughed, before walking into the same section as me. I stopped, and recognised the voice as Sierra, Luke's girlfriend.

"Oh hello" I warmly smile, continuing my shopping and placing some strawberry laces in my basket.

"Hey Y/N, Ash said you had a day off today!" Sierra says, grabbing the same bag of sweets.

"Do I hear my name?" I hear Ashton say, as he turns the corner into where we're stood. As soon as he sees me, his face lights up like a little boy in Christmas day. I playfully wave at him. He comes over.

"Hey Y/N, did you decide on a beach day too?" Ashton says.

"As a matter of fact I did! I take it you listened to my suggestion of this beach?" I say, pointing to the beach over the road from the shop.

"Ahhh so you recommend it... That explains a lot." Sierra winked at Ashton.

"Well it would be rude of us to not invite you along to sit with us for the day, if you wanted?" Sierra asks.

"That would be lovely, thank you. It's always nice to have some company on my days off" I reply, excited at the fact that I get to spend time with them, as they seemed like a good bunch of mates.

Ashton smiled over at me, beckoning me over to the sweet counter.

"Now Y/N, what other sweets should we get?" he asks.

****

"You're definitely cheating!" Ashton insists, pouting like a four year and throwing the cards onto the blanket.

I laugh, picking up the cards and start to reshuffle the deck. It's the 5th round of Rummy and Ashton had lost every single round.

"What can I say, I'm just too good for you" I wink playfully. Ashton rolls his eyes, poking my chest playfully. I watch Sierra and Luke, who are play wrestling on the beach. Its been good hanging out with the three of them for the day. They've spoken a lot about the band, Luke and Sierra's relationship and planning future holidays.

"They're cute together" I admire the couple dancing on the beach. I look over at Ashton, who is also looking at them.

"Yeah, they've been through a lot those guys, I love them lots" he smiles. "They've both been great friends to me, especially recently".

"Can I ask you, what actually happened with your ex?" I asked curiously, not wanted to upset him.

"Myself and Kay had been dating for 6 months, things were going well, but I found myself not being able to give her my full attention, with everything that was going well with 5SOS. She started to make me feel guilty for being away from her. I tried to make effort more, but in the end she wanted more than I could offer. I tried to end up several times, but each time she'd come up with a different excuse or reason not to. In the end I stupidly invited her on this holiday with Luke and Sierra to try and calm things down. Biggest mistake. She took it as a sign that we would be getting back together, but I kept saying to her that I just want to be friends. We sat down the other day and she ended up storming off. So... That's it" Ashton said, his head facing down the whole time.

I pause, taking it all it. "I'm so sorry, it must have been difficult." I reply, placing a reasurring hand on his back.

"It's okay. I just feel bad that she wanted more from me that I can offer. She knew my schedule. I just wish I could find someone that understands that" he sighs.

"I get you, like a no strings things?" I ask.

"Basically yeah, it's how things with her started, but then it clearly got more complicated. Feelings get mixed up. Sex turns into moving in. It went quickly." he says.

"I get that. My ex jumped ahead, its scary, especially if you aren't ready for it" I reply, sighing.

"You went through the same thing?" Ashton asks, looking at me.

I pause, preparing myself to tell the story.

"Yup, and it ended messy. We dated for 5 months. Started off as a hook up after meeting on Tinder, and somehow he turned it into a relationship. I basically felt forced into it, he kept saying 'it's the right thing' when in reality I didn't want it. He insisted on making it a serious relationship, meeting family and making it official on social media. When I tried to end it, all I'd get is abuse, calling me crazy and stupid. In the end I managed to leave him, but he ended up stalking me for weeks after. In the end I got a retraining order, and I've had no trouble since" I said.

Ashton sat and listened to my entire story in silence, nodding a little and sighing with me.

"Wow, you've been through a lot" he said.

"Yup, but then I look at how happy I am now, at my new job, making new friends and meeting new faces each and every day, it gives me so much happiness" I reply smiling. Ashton smiles at this comment, knowing that I'm hinting at him.

"That makes me happy to hear. I'm glad we met y'know Y/N, you're a lovely girl" Ashton says.

"Thanks Ash, I guess you're alright" I reply giving him a wink. He jokingly pushes me to the ground, and jokingly pins me down to the sand, holding both of my hands. We're both laughing, before it all goes quiet. I look deeply into his eyes, memerizing each part of his face. His cute dimples on his cheek, the crease in his lips. Realising what he was doing, all of a sudden he gets up and walks in a circle.

I pause, confused.

"Is everything okay?" I ask.

"Yeah, sorry, I shouldnt have done that" he replies worryingly.

"It's okay, we were only messing around. It was funny" I replied, shocked at how serious he was taking this.

"If you're sure, just don't wanna hurt you" he replies.

I laugh. "I'm a big girl Ash, I'll be okay" I laugh. He chuckles, rolling his eyes, before sitting back down on the picnic blanket again.

****

We get back to the Hotel, and I'm greeted by a beaming Camila, who introduces herself to Ashton, Sierra and Luke.

"Please excuse Miss Y/L/N, she's needed in a room urgently." she requests, dragging me arm away to room 263. She pulls me into the room, and I see Ed is already sat there patiently waiting, on the bed, legs and arms crossed.

"What in earth?" I whisper, realising that we're in a guests room.

"Oh don't worry they checked out an hour ago, no one new expected until later on" Cami reasurres me.

"So, spill some tea sis!!!" Ed chimes.

"Why didn't you tell us you were meeting up with the curly haired boy?!" Cami says.

"OK so his name is Ashton, and he's really sweet. We hung out with his friends at the beach, nothing special" I shrug.

"It looked pretty special to me, looked like a double date" Camila smirked. Ed clapped his hands at this.

"Ashton isn't really looking for... Anything... Or anyone for that matter... At the moment, so it definitely wasn't a date, just hanging out." I shrug, trying to contain my excitement that he was pretty cute.

"But still, he is cute girl, you gotta admit that" Camila said, smiling.

"Yeah, he is, I like him". I said, smiling and dancing around the room a little. Ed and Camila join in dancing with me, before we're interrupted by a knock. Camila forgot to shut the door behind her.

"You lot seem... Happy?" Ashton questions, seeing us all dancing. I can feel myself turning bright red, hoping that he didn't hear what I just said.

"Erm.. Yeah, just happy that it's the weekend!" Ed smiles, trying to cover our backs.

"Speaking of which, cool if I grab Y/N?" Ashton asks.

"You go ahead sweetie, we'll be just here". Camila grins from ear to ear, ushering Ed out of the room, and hide behind the corner so they can hear every word. I roll my eyes at this action.

Ashton chuckeled. "Your friends are funny".

"Yeah they're petty decent. Did you have a good day? I hope you liked the beach and that you liked the food also, because I really was worried tha-" I said.

"It was perfect, Y/N, thank you. Luke commented on how much of a great tour guide you were for us today. So thankyou. Plus you have a good eye for nice food!" Ashton smiles, lightly brushing his finger along my cheek. I can feel myself shudder at this light touch, making me legs feel like jelly.

"Speaking of food, to say thank you, I'd like to take you out for dinner tonight, just me and you. Is that okay?" Ashton asked.

I pause, shocked at his request.

"I-I would love to" is all I manage to reply.

"Great, it's a date" he winks, before walking off.

****

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 //

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This Is Not A Puppy Love | bucky barnes x clint barton

Prompt: winterhawk Valentines fluff (pre-relationship)

Pairing: Clint Barton x Bucky Barnes

Words: 1899

A/N: This is dedicated to @awstark, happy valentines my babes, here’s finally some Betty Barnes content. Also it’s 1am so please excuse any mistakes x

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Valentines Day was shitty generally shitty for Bucky nowadays.

Sure. Once upon a time he would have a girl on his elbow, a dance partner for the night, someone to spend some quality time with, someone to romance, and then the next day they would go their separate ways and he would find someone new.

But as he said, that was all ‘once upon a time’.

The past few Valentines Days (the ones he could remember anyway) he had mainly stayed holed up in his room, avoiding anyone and everyone. That included every mention of the day where romance was high in the air and everyone seemed to be having a good time getting along and enjoying the peace.

Steve liked to worry about Bucky, a known fact amongst everyone, but days like this were days that he got free of the constant limpet on his shoulder, shadowing his every move due to the other jobs that needed to be taken care of.

No matter how much he loved that man, sometimes he just needed a break.

And if Bucky had pulled the “aw, shucks, I’d really hate to be the reason you didn’t show, Steve” when his friend was desperately looking for a reason to skip the kissing booth at some event, then who was Steve to know that Bucky had only made up being busy so that he could see the ridiculous pictures of Steve online later.

Except he wasn’t exactly fibbing, he did have plans.

On Valentines Day.

For once.

Except it wasn’t anything romantic, it was just him and Clint meeting at the dog park to watch their two dogs run around like idiots and wait for the inevitable mess that the two would get themselves into. Of course, Bucky’s dog Betty was much better than Lucky, but Clint had yet to come around to common sense on that one.

As if hearing him thinking about her, the giant alaskan malamute made her way over to him, plopping her head on his knee and letting out a little huff of breath, causing him to let out a little laugh as he ran his hands down her neck and then back up to scratch behind her ears, moving her head from side to side as he did so, “You ready to go, baby girl?”

And yes, he was such a hopeless pushover for the dog that he called her every nickname under the sun and spoiled her rotten, but who was he to deny those big deep brown and soulful whines? So shut up Steve, he had it under control.

Besides, Betty was his dog and he could treat her however he wanted - and anyway, the best girls deserved nothing less than the best.

Clipping the leash to her collar he pulled the black beanie he’d stolen from Clint the last time he’d been over at the other man's apartment and left, locking the door behind him before making his way down to the lobby and outside.

It was only a quick walk to the park yet Bucky still found himself there sooner than he thought he would have. It could have been due to the fact that Betty was desperately trying to get to their destination as fast as possible and Bucky allowed himself to just get dragged along, but it could also have been partly due to the fact that spending time with Clint was something that he genuinely enjoyed these days.

During the first weeks that they had met he wasn’t sure how to view the archer. He hadn’t really known much about him, yet when they had met he had found himself weirdly underwhelmed. It wasn’t like he was expecting anything though, which was the strangest part, but he assumed after meeting all of Steve’s other super-hero friends he had put them all on a pretty high mental pedestal of ‘out of my reach’.

Except then one day suddenly it all made sense. Clint was just a normal guy living an irregular life, and somehow that was the most startling fact to Bucky.

Between Clint when he stumbled awake at 2pm and heading straight for the coffee, to the Clint who loved and adored his trash dog, and even to the Clint who got snippy with people when he was running low on sleep yet running high on paranoia, Bucky couldn’t help but feel himself begin to get comfortable with the man.

The only flaw though, as Steve liked to point out, was that Bucky never seemed to do something like falling in love by halves, and when Bucky became to get comfortable with the man, he knew it was only a matter of time before the wax poetry started.

Steve.

Bucky rolled his eyes and shoved his hands deeper into his pockets, hunching his back as he slipped easily through the gate, holding it open with his hip for Betty to go running through, excited to see all of her friends. Catching Clint’s eye when he looked up, the man sitting in their usual seats, Bucky couldn’t help but bitterly think that even when his friend wasn’t around, he still seemed to be annoying Bucky with his smug knowingness.

He’d have to go deal with Steve, imaginary or no, later though.

“Hey! You’re late! Was beginning to think that I’d have to call Lucky and go home.” Perking up upon hearing the other dogs name, Betty’s tail started wagging and she leaned closer into Bucky whilst looking around, trying to locate her friend.

She hadn’t needed to though because it was only a few moments later that the other dog came running over, the two sniffing each other and then running off when Bucky managed to click off the leash, “I would say blame Betty, but she loves coming here. I swear she has some sixth sense whenever we start heading this way, she always seems to speed up.”

Clint let out a laugh and shuffled over a bit on the bench to allow more room for Bucky which he accepted with a small smile, the two sitting in silence for a moment before Clint pulled out his phone with a slight sheepish look on his face, “So I wanted to wait until we met but I couldn’t help myself.”

Bucky rolled his eyes and leaned closer in, trying to get a good view of the phone even though he knew Clint would accommodate to his line of sight, “I told you you’d do this, can’t wait for a damn thing.”

Letting out a wounded noise, Clint leaned away slightly and put a hand on his heart, pout firmly on his face, “I am nothing but reliable! So what if I had a sneak peak, there’s probably so many more pictures of Steve now - Tony’s probably even made an appearance by now.”

Letting out a little snort and shaking his head, Bucky easily snatched the phone from Clint and opened the Twitter app, searching up ‘Captain America’ and instantly laughing at the pictures showing up.

Just as he had assumed it looked like his friend was having the time of his life.

“Oh my god! Look at his face when he saw Tony walking up!”

Bucky pushed the phone into Clint’s face and the man immediately lit up with laughter, gripping the edged to try get a clearer look as he kept laughing, “That’s brilliant! Oh man, you think he’s gonna get a PR call to at least act like he wants to be there?”

“Probably sooner than he’s wanting, maybe even more than once. Man, that face makes it seem like the depression was one giant vacation.”

Clint let out a loud cackle and his head fell back as Bucky grinned shyly up at the other, turning his attention back to the phone before he could get too lost in the view of the happiness and ease littered across the others face.

They continued looking through Twitter before putting the phone away and just talking, catching each other up on the things that they had missed in the two days they had been apart. You’d think two days wasn’t enough time to have full on stories, but no one could really ever explain how Clint got into the messes he did.

“-and you would have thought that I would have learned my lesson from the last time but apparently we all had too much faith in me. We really need to stop doing that, it’s getting my hopes up.”

Bucky shook his head, about to open his mouth and reply when Betty came running up to him, covered in mud, “Doll! What the hell?”

“Oh god.” Lucky came running up then, somehow covered in even more mud than Betty and both men groaned as they stood up.

“Your dog is trash and a terrible influence.”

“You only think that because you think your dog is perfect.”

“Think? That’s an insult to my baby, she’s the best girl, aren’t you? Yes you are, yes you are!”

From where he had crouched to try pat any clean spot on Betty, he looked back up at Clint to find the other man smiling down at him fondly. He couldn’t help but grin back before Betty tried to jump onto him and he let out an ‘oomph’ as he was crushed under the weight of the dog.

Bucky scowled as he managed to get Betty off of him and stand up, but the damage was already done and some of the mud had already rubbed off of her and onto him. He sighed and looked to where Clint was desperately trying not to laugh.

“Shut up, she’s still better than your mutt.”

“Whatever you say, Barnes.”

The two stood there grinning at each other for a moment or two before Betty let out a whine, rubbing herself more firmly against Bucky’s leg, causing the two to look down at their two dogs.

Coughing a little, Bucky rubbed at the back of his neck and looked towards Clint, trying to feel more confident than he felt, “So uh, my apartment’s closer and it’s… Probably more ideal to try clean these two at the same time so uh, wanna come to mine?”

“Why Mr. Barnes, are you asking me to spend my Valentines with you? I could have a hot date lined up for all you know.”

Bucky snorted, “You’ve got a hot date like I’ve got any date at all.”

He started walking out towards the gate and Clint bumped shoulders with him, grinning, “Well now that’s just offensive, I’ll have you know that I’m a very hot date. And so are you,” he scrunched up his nose and looked down at Betty before looking up, teasing glint in his eye, “Preconceived ideas about your dog and all.”

So yeah.

Previous Valentines had been doomed from the start, but as the two of them kneeled on the floor of Bucky’s bathroom later, trying for their dear lives to clean their dogs with as little mess as possible, teasing each other along the way and Clint pecking Bucky on the cheek sweetly when they were done with that task, Bucky thought that this Valentines really couldn’t get that much better.

At least until he saw a compilation a few hours later of ‘Captain America Doesn’t Wike It’ from the kissing booth and yeah.

Best Valentines ever.

#winterhawk #clint barton #bucky barnes #sniper husbands #buckyclint #writing from nz

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No Luck?

A/N:I apologize for taking so long in finishing this. I had some writers block for weeks, but here it is part two to Bad Luck. All my love! - w.d.

Pairing: Fem Reader x Peter Parker, includes Ned and Michelle

Prompt Synopsis: Part Two to Bad Luck. The tables have turned with luck as Peter forgets his best friend’s birthday. He saves her as Spider-Man but will he be able to repair his relationship with her as Peter?

Word Count: 1,886 words

Warnings: Angst and mention of almost kidnapping.

(I don’t own the gif, credits to the owner.)

Naive decisions and stupid adolescent mistakes laid up Peter’s alley way. In his mind he believed time would be on his side. A quick training session with Mr.Stark about his new spidey suit, and then onto celebrate his best friend’s birthday. He had it all planned weeks before; from constantly reminding Aunt May that he’d be at his internship the whole week, to buying (Y/N) the pendant necklace she had talked about. He spent a good amount of time and half his savings in making sure everything went to plan.

Days approaching went in Peter’s favor, until the day before. Mr. Stark called him early at 1am to tell Peter there was a small Avengers Mission-Opt in California. A mission that they could truly utilize Spider-Man in. Peter flustered by this sudden request, didn’t receive time to think about his choice. Mr. Stark had to know there and than, because Peter would have to leave at the exact night.

“What time do you think we’ll be done with the said Mission?” the question blurted out.

“Well it’s not about how fast it’s done, it’s the quality. It depends, are you in or out kid?” Mr.Stark responded.

Peter conflicted with this, took no hesitation to answer with, “I’m in.” It’s taken Peter a whole lot of trial and error as a neighborhood Spider-Man, this mission would be a game changer. His adrenaline built up thinking of assisting a mission as an Avenger. When the team needed Spider-Man, the person who needed Peter Parker faded from his memory.

Now Peter found himself relaxing on a quinjet flight back home to New York. Exhaustion was an understatement to his body. On the plane ride over he barely got a two hour nap. It then escalated to quickly changing into his suit, and to jumping out of the plane to the rendezvous point. Peter didn’t know the time of day when him and Black Widow reached ground in San Francisco. It was for sure past dawn but had no time to find out. The goal of the mission was clear as night and day. Find the secret operative base of mutant slave trafficking, stop all operations, and set the imprisoned mutants free. They need Spider-Man for the mutant slaves escape route and for his young pop-culture ideas if something unplanned occurred.

The Mission-Opt took a little longer than Peter anticipated but he didn’t mind. In the moment of his actions it felt like a sugar rush. The mission was successful, they retrieved information on other base leaders and freed all of the 15 slaves. From this mission Peter walked away with improvement tips, and an accidental bruise on his abdomen both from Black Widow. As he relaxed in the quinjet he was met with a young mutant around the age of 8 or 9. Silence was shared but Peter sensed he wanted to share something with him.

Peter sat himself up turning to the kid beside him. “What’s up bud?”

“I-I want to, I want to thank you, Spider-Man sir” the boy said with tears forming in his eyes.

“Aw, buddy you’re welcome, but no need to cry your safe now,” Peter was flustered by the boy’s tears so he pulled him into a hug.

“Thank you sir, I was almost sold to strangers on my birthday,” the kid hug Peter tight and backed away to wipe his tears.

“Well happy birthday, I’m glad I was here to help you,” Peter smiled then ruffled the boy’s hair.

“Thank you sir, you were my good luck present today,” he said before he went back to what could be his older sister. Peter felt good about his actions and went back to relaxing. He kept repeating the boy’s last sentence over and over. He was good luck for somebody today. Until it finally struck a nerve in Peter’s brain. (Y/N).

Shit he forgot about her birthday. All the days leading up to day were constantly making sure this would be her best birthday yet. Now he might’ve ruined it. He checked his phone to see that it would be around 6pm back home, with 4 hours to go he’d get home around 11pm. Peter felt horrible, and was about to text her an apology birthday message. After a revision of his message he deleted it and sighed; knowing it could make it worst. His phone started to buzz and (Y/N)’s face popped up. If he answered he wouldn’t know what to say and she was smart enough to probably figure out he was on a plane. So, he didn’t pick up letting the phone ring. It pained him to ignore the call but he had to fix this in person. He couldn’t listen to the voicemail. It would drive him crazy.

Peter spent the last 4 hours in agony thinking of what he was going to say to her. She was probably with MJ and Ned at the bowling alley. She was probably having bad luck the whole day, and he couldn’t do anything at the moment to fix it. It was obvious that (Y/N)’s birthdays weren’t the luckiest. As (Y/N)’s best friend he was always there to make the day better. He planned that today he was going to man-up and tell her how he felt about her. She was oblivious to his feelings for years, and hoped he’d have luck on his side. Him forgetting (Y/N)’s birthday made him believe good luck was not with him today.

On the contrary, at the bowling alley (Y/N) and her friends were having the time of their lives. Spending time with good company and smack talking each other the whole night. Laughs and snarky inside jokes were shared. Good food and snacks were eaten.They spent four hours on four rounds of bowling, at the end of the night they named Ned as the King of the alley. (Y/N) she was having the time of her life. Here with Ned and MJ, she almost forgot Peter wasn’t present; almost. (Y/N) walked with MJ and Ned to their separate apartment complexes. Both insisted to walk (Y/N) home first, she denied wanting to take a walk alone. Once she walked with both of her friends home, she strolled around a bit stalling. Checking the time on her phone left her to sigh; 11:45. Still no call or text from Peter. A simple apology text would have made her to stop worrying about him. It just never came.

Peter arrived back in Queens at 11:48 with Mr. Stark in front of (Y/N)’s apartment complex.

“Is this where your girlfriend lives?” Mr. Stark asked raising an eyebrow. He didn’t let the flustered Peter answer and followed up with, “Is that why you wanted to know how long the mission would take?” Peter nodded. Tony laughed and opened Peter’s door for him. He thanked Mr. Stark as he got out of the car. Peter looked up at the building hoping she’d be willing to talk to him. Before Peter could enter the building he heard a familiar voice shriek. As if his blood ran cold in his veins, (Y/N) was in trouble. He quickly suited up to the nearest alleyway and used his senses to find her.

“Please, please someone help!,” (Y/N) cried. It was too good to be true that today was bad luck free. She should’ve known better to walk around at night alone. Distracted by her stupid friend ignoring her. All lead her to a random dude with a knife, to dragging her to an alley. She was kicking and trying to scream louder but was knocked out.

“You sure got a pretty face but, an annoying yapping mouth,” the man rolled his eyes as he continued dragging her body.

“That’s not how you talk to a lady, is it?” Spider-Man landed in front of him. The man propped up (Y/N) and pointed his knife at Peter. Peter got on his knees pretending to be afraid.

“Just let me and the girl go, no one has to get hurt,” his voice gave of his nervousness backing up to a wall of a building.

“Is that a real knife dude?” Peter faked cried.

“Yes it’s real,” the man kept pointing the knife shaking.

“Oh no, my weakness is small knives,” he said then rapidly shot a web to the man’s hand holding the knife. The man was pushed back to the wall and dropped (Y/N). Peter hurried to (Y/N)’s body.

“Let me go man,” the man yelled only making Peter web his mouth shut and webbing his free hand. Peter’s attention went back to (Y/N). She started to wake up to see flashes of Spider-Man in front of her. (Y/N) wanted to open her eyes again to make sure she wasn’t hallucinating but, she had a tremendous headache to do so.

“Spider-Man?” she softly spoke.

“It’s okay mam, you’re going to be okay,” Peter carried her bridal style back to his home. He let her sleep in his bunk bed below and changed out of his suit. Peter grabbed a wet toilette and cleaned her small cut on her head. His eyes stared longer than they should’ve, bruises formed on her arms. He felt so stupid, but grateful he was there to save her. If he hadn’t got there, she could’ve been-, Peter didn’t finish the thought. She was here and safe. Exhaustion took over him that made him fall asleep in his chair.

-Next Day-

(Y/N) woke up startled by her surroundings, she was in Peter’s room. Yesterday could’ve been a nightmare that never actually happened. Then her eyes realized the bruises on her arms and her hand touched her existing cut. How does this explain, why she’s in Pete’s room. Peter was nowhere in the room. (Y/N) slowly sat up, looking around the room still bewildered. She got up to see a note from Peter on his desk, alongside a velvet black box.

Good Morning Beautiful, I promise I’ll explain everything soon. Firstly I want to apologize. I’m an incredibly stupid idiot to ignore you on your birthday. I forgot, which there is no excuse to forget an important day. I got the pendant necklace you talked about a while back. I know you might forgive me quickly, but I’ll keep saying sorry and doing my best to make it up to you. You mean the universe to me and my actions yesterday don’t represent how I feel about you. I want you to know, I felt bad luck without you. None of these words are good enough (Y/N). Right now, Aunt May is helping me make you breakfast. It’s highly not going to go well, so we’ll probably go to your favorite cafe. Happy belated birthday. I...well I’ll tell you when we’re alone.

-Peter x

The bacon was burning and the smoke filled the apartment. Peter laughed with Aunt May as she panicked with a towel. He heard his bedroom door open, he stood face to face with the person who made his weak knees. An astronaut would be able to see his smile from space, that’s how grand it was. She was there standing ever so beautiful wearing the pendant and smiling at him. Luck could never be the reason that this moment happened, it all occurred because it was love. Pure love.

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-W.D.’s MASTERLIST-

#peter parker #peter parker imagine #imagines #spiderman imagine #Spider-Man: Homecoming #spiderman #tom holland #tom holland imagine #spiderman imagines #peter parker imagines #Marvel Universe #marvel imagine #marvel

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London Date Night

So yesterday was mine and Charlie’s 3 year anniversary and to celebrate we went out in London for a fancy meal and a few too many cocktails!

I really love London, as it has so much to offer. Whatever your taste or budget there is something for you. As Charlie has only recently moved to London, we aren’t too familiar with all the hot spots to check out. I did a little bit of research beforehand but with all the amazing options- it’s almost too much to choose from.

Charlie’s colleagues and his auntie recommended Flat Iron- a steakhouse in Covent Garden, so we thought we’d give it a try, and I’m sooooooo glad we did.

Before dinner we went for some drinks at The Covent Garden Cocktail Club. When you arrive you’re greeted with a slightly battered sign, and some sketchy stairs that lead you down into a dark basementy-type place. As soon as you open the door the wave of music instantly hits. We didn’t actually realise that it was a members-only club but one of the waiters said we seemed really nice so he would sign us in as his guests (what a babe). He then told us they had a 2 for £12 deal on all their cocktails which was a result, as when we looked at the menu drinks were a little expensive for my student budget. Although it’s defo worth it.

When you are sat down it’s all table service, and you get given some water and popcorn straight away- which was a nice touch.

For our first drinks we both got a Clover Club, which is Gin based with raspberry, lemon and egg white. I really enjoyed this one, it was so smooth and was the perfect amount of sweetness to it. These drinks were gone not long after the photo, they were too yummy for me to sip slowly!

Next up, Espresso Martini. I love espresso martinis so much but everywhere you go they always taste really different. Personally, I liked the strong taste of coffee but this drink was a little too sweet for me. But I can overlook that cos it came with a Bourbon biscuit which dipped in the drink was SO naughty but so nice.

Overall the vibe in bar was so good, we went in before 7 and it felt like 1am inside. Everyone was quite drunk and having a good time, the music was loud and good, which is super important. The bartenders were all a bit nuts in the butts, but in a good way- really enthusiastic, singing, and having a laugh with the customers. Not long after we arrived one of the bartenders actually got up onto the bar to light a huge tower of Flaming Lamborghini shots which was really weird but looked amazing. I would definitely recommend The CGCC if you're up for a freaky night where things get messy VERY quickly. Good vibes, good drinks, great staff.

Flat Iron. oh my.

The BEST steak I have ever had and it is really reasonably priced! 10/10 for this restaurant.

But as they say, good things come to those who wait... and wait we did. An hour and a half for a table but we left my number and they text you when the table is ready, which meant we could go for a wander and get another drink. Drinks in there were lovely too, I had a Sloe Gin Bellini which was really refreshing and easy to drink. Charlie was also really impressed with his old fashioned, and after being a bartender for quite a few years he can be a bit of an alcohol snob (and so can I at times thanks to him, sorry babes xx) so I’m glad he was really pleased with his drink!

The restaurant itself is really modern and trendy, lots of marble, wood and a neon sign. Classic Instagram hangout. Dimmed light and candles give the restaurant the classy, chilled vibe which really compliments the whole aesthetic of the place.

As for the food, we both got steak with peppercorn sauce and the “dripping cooked chips” (probably so bad for you but they tasted unreal). It also came with salad and more popcorn (which is almost nearly gone in the pic, oops).

I was really impressed with the quality of the food, considering for one person’s meal it’s only £14.50. The steak was cooked perfectly, exactly how I asked for it and it was not at all chewy or fatty- just pure tasty. The portion size was perfect for me and filled me up nicely, but Charlie did say he could have eaten it again, so maybe not somewhere to go if you have a really big appetite.

A £5 service charge was included on the bill, we don’t really like paying service charges normally as they don’t always go to the staff, but we were reassured that the staff do get the money. The staff were lovely and our waiter was more than happy to take a few pics for us, getting those angles, flash/no flash you know the drill.

Another really great thing about this restaurant is on your way out you get free ice cream! Free food ?? In Central London ?? W I N N E R !!!

So if you want to enjoy the finer things on small (ish) budget I would 100% recommend this place. Well worth the money and I would gladly go back ♡

As it was a special occasion, it was the perfect excuse to buy a new outfit. Normally leopard print scares me because it can either look amazing or something Miranda Priestly (if you know you know) would cast a shed load of shame upon if it’s worn wrong. I found this super cute dress and it was only £22.99, bargain queen em strikes again :))) X And OBVS the shoes were a bargain too, last pair, my size, £8.99.

Now Charlie is in London, I’m so excited to go out and explore new places so expect plenty more mini reviews to come.

Thanks for reading 💗

Em X

#london #blogger #blog #steak #restaurant #date #night #datenight #fashion #cocktails #alcohol #cloverclub #espresso #martini #londoneye #flatiron #cocktailclub #drinks #dinner #brighton

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attractive-asshole · 7 years

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i see in blue and you see everything in red

title: i see in blue and you see everything in red pairing: baeksoo length: oneshot (3K+ w) rating: pg-13 genre: angst warnings: broken!baeksoo

Divorced Couple Shares Each Side Of Their Love Story

a/n: based on this video, this was word vomit written at like 1am so yeah please excuse any mistakes or whatever lol (sorry for the cliche ending but the whole thing’s kinda cliche so lolol)

aff / ao3 / lj or click keep reading

September 9, 2017

Divorced Couple Shares Each Side Of Their Love Story

“Can you guys start off by saying your name and age?”

“Do Kyungsoo, 34”

“Byun Baekhyun, 34”

What was your first impression?

Baekhyun’s side >>>>>

“We were in college, I worked at this one coffee shop near campus that everyone would go to and we’d have an open mic night every Friday. Kyungsoo was a friend of my coworker and he came in to sing something. I had seen him around campus once or twice, never really thought about him much since he was usually really quiet and kept to himself,” Baekhyun lightly laughed, “But when he started singing I was so shocked, he had such a beautiful and smooth voice and it completely swept me off my feet. I had been singing for a while too, but when I heard him that night I wished I had a voice like that.”

“I feel like he didn’t really like me when I first started talking to him, I’m not really subtle with my flirting so it probably scared him a little,” he chuckled, “but eventually, he gave into my charm and we really hit it off.”

Kyungsoo’s side <<<<<

“It was back in college. He worked in a coffee shop that my friend worked at and he had told me to come perform something for open mic night because I like to sing. I remember him coming up to be after the performance and I didn’t tell him this at the time, but I thought he was really cute. He looked so happy and excited to talk to me. The way his eyes lit up when he spoke about my singing was what attracted me to him, I think. He was so different from me, that’s what scared me I think. I knew I could fall for him easily, but I guess I didn’t really want to, cause I knew we were too different. He was really outgoing and made friends so easily, everyone loved him, I wasn’t like that. But I couldn’t say no to him and eventually we started going out.”

December 23, 2001

Baekhyun doesn’t know why he agreed to work today, he still has so much to do to prepare for Christmas. The shop is packed, he doesn’t know why everyone would want to spend the day before Christmas Eve at a small coffee shop, figures people would be hurrying to the stores to buy last minute gifts, but here they are. The bright side was that it’s extremely warm inside, despite the three feet of snow and the biting winter air outside. It’s open mic night again and Chanyeol’s been waiting for it all day, said he and his friend were suppose to perform something they had been practicing all week for, even brought his old guitar and everything.

Baekhyun recognizes Kyungsoo’s face from around campus. Those big eyes and thick lips were hard things to forget. They had never actually talked before, Kyungsoo was always alone whenever Baekhyun had seen him, always sitting under the shade of a tree with a book in his hand or sitting by himself at a table in the library. He’s the last person Baekhyun expected to walk through the doors of the shop that night.

“I didn’t know he could sing.”

Chanyeol pauses his ministrations of tuning his guitar to look up at the boy on the stage adjusting the mic. “Kyungsoo? Oh yeah he’s amazing, we always jam out together on the weekends.”

Baekhyun hums in acknowledgement, watching the other as he stood awkwardly on stage waiting for Chanyeol to come up.

Kyungsoo’s voice is warm, thick but smooth honey, Baekhyun thinks, warming him up better than the hot chocolate he had in his mug. The entire shop is quiet, everyone’s attention on the two on stage and it was Kyungsoo that captivated them all. Chanyeol was right, he was amazing. There’s a fluttery feeling in pit of Baekhyun’s stomach that he can’t quite ignore as he listens to the singer, his voice tickling it’s way down his spine, sending chills throughout his entire body. Maybe he’s being dramatic, Baekhyun thinks, but he was in love.

“Wow, Chanyeol was right, you’re amazing.” Baekhyun leans in closer so the other could hear him better over the chattering of everyone in the shop.

Baekhyun is all smiles and cute droopy eyes, Kyungsoo doesn’t think he’s ever seen him before, he was pretty sure he’d remember a face like that.

Kyungsoo smiles back, a light pink dusting at the apples of his cheeks. “Thanks.”

“Seriously, your voice is so nice. I’d marry it if I could,” Baekhyun chuckles, his eyes curving into little crescents and Kyungsoo thinks he wouldn’t mind waking up to those everyday.

Kyungsoo can’t stop the tingling feeling in the pit of the stomach as Baekhyun laughs. He forces himself to keep his eyes on the other’s eyes when he catches him glancing toward his pink lips, unconsciously smiling when noticing the little mole.

If it was for Baekhyun, Kyungsoo thinks maybe, he wouldn’t mind singing all night long.

Most embarrassing thing he’s done?

Kyungsoo’s side <<<<<

“Hmmm, there’s been a lot actually,” Kyungsoo gave the other a smile small, “The most memorable time I think is this one time when I visited him at work and I was just sitting there watching him make coffee and whatnot. He was chewing gum and trying to sing along to this song on the radio, he always does that he loves singing no matter where he’s at, and he accidentally swallowed his gum and started choking so of course I run to him trying to help him and then he finally spits it out and it lands into this customer’s coffee who was sitting at the bar in front of him.” He took a second to laugh to himself, earning him a curious smile from the other.

“It was so awkward and Baekhyun was so embarrassed but I couldn’t help but laugh. I would always tease about it, even now.”

What was the relationship like?

Baekhyun’s side >>>>>

“Well we’re really different from each other, I was more affectionate like physically. I’d always be the one to cling onto him while he was doing homework or something or wanting to kiss and hold hands in public and he was always more shy about it so when we first started dating I kinda thought like oh shit maybe he doesn’t like me as much as I like him, but then as time went on I just realized he wasn’t the kind of the person that showed love like that and I could still tell he loved me you know? He has something about him that made me feel safe and protected, even though he didn’t always say it, I could tell he loved me. Like whenever he called me from work to make sure I ate or the way he’d pull me closer whenever we walked on the sidewalk and cars were driving by fast. I just knew he really cared.”

Kyungsoo’s side <<<<<

“There’s never a dull moment with Baekhyun. He was something I didn’t know I needed in my life, he’s just this ball of energy that I never got tired of. My friends would always look at us and say ‘Wow Kyungsoo’s never gone out with someone like you before, you guys are like opposites’ We always thought it was funny, because it was true, but Baekhyun just a quality about him that made me feel different you know? In a good way, of course. He was just always there to remind me not to be so serious all the time and even though he loves to joke around he could tell when I was having a bad day even though I didn’t say it. He just always knew what to say and do. I’ve never had anyone like him before in my life.”

February 14, 2004

Kyungsoo comes home to a smoke filled apartment, he quickly dropped his belongings and runs inside to see what was going on. He finds his boyfriend running around the kitchen with a baking pan full of what looked to be burnt cookies, though he wasn’t sure.

“Baek, are you okay?” he asked, concern evident in his voice.

The other nearly drops the tray when he sees Kyungsoo, his eyes immediately welling up and before Kyungsoo could do anything, he drops the tray onto the counter and bursts into tears.

He quickly runs to his distressed boyfriend, taking him into his arms and holding in him tight. “Hey, hey what’s wrong? Are you hurt?”

“I-I wanted to surprise you with dinner since it’s V-Valentine’s day,” Baekhyun hiccups through sobs, “But I ruined everything and everything is burnt and Valentine’s day is ruined! I’m sorry I shouldn’t have done anything, now our kitchen is a mess and we don’t have dinner or anything. It was suppose be a special night.”

Kyungsoo sighs, an endearing smile on his face as he wipes the flour off the other’s cheek with his thumb before pressing a soft kiss onto his lips.

“Hey come on, stop crying it’s okay. Thanks for trying to surprise me, I really appreciate it.”

The other wipes his tear stained cheeks with his sleeves, lips pulled into a pout as he looks at his boyfriend. “Y-You do?”

Kyungsoo helps wipes away the tears running down his face and pulls his head into his chest. “Of course you idiot, I love you.”

“I love you too.”

>>>>>Both sides<<<<<

“It’s been so long since I’ve sat down and thought about all the good times we’ve had,” Baekhyun said, a small smile on his face.

“Yeah, it’s definitely...nostalgic, remembering all the dumb stuff you’ve done.”

A playful pout pulled at the other’s lips as he lifted up a leg to gently kick Kyungsoo’s shin.

“Yah you better not be telling them my embarrassing stories.”

“Too late.”

How did the relationship progress?

Kyungsoo’s side <<<<<

“I think for the first four years, we were still in like the honeymoon stage. Everything was good. We ended getting married right after college and I think it was just too fast and we were still too young and that was when things started getting rough.”

Baekhyun’s side >>>>>

“It was really good at first, we were like the typical perfect couple in romance movies,” he chuckled, “But then after we got married was probably when things got more complicated.”

“We were just too young and dumb I think,” he said with a sad smile on his face.

>>>>>Both sides<<<<<

“We definitely…weren’t ready for marriage,” Kyungsoo said.

Baekhyun lightly laughed, nodding his head. “Yeah I think we just rushed into it too fast especially since we had just graduated and we barely knew what the real world was like and we didn’t realize how hard it would be.”

“Yeah we were probably a little too naive, thinking that marriage was going to be this perfect, easy thing like it was in movies.”

How did it end?

Baekhyun’s side >>>>>

“Well the first couple years were fine, we were still living in our tiny apartment. But then we wanted to move out, get an actual house and everything was just a mess. Work started getting in the way of everything, we never really saw each other anymore. I always told him he was working too much and he’d always just brush me off, I knew he was working hard to support us but it was hard you know? I felt like we weren’t really in it together anymore.”

Kyungsoo’s side <<<<<

“Looking back it, I definitely think it was my fault. I was never really good at expressing my thoughts and feelings and when we hit the rough patch, the communication wasn’t there and now that I look back I put Baekhyun through a lot of pain that he didn’t deserve. Everyone always called us the perfect couple and we both knew we weren’t. I think the pressure to keep up this act being super in love and happy was just too much and I ended up working a lot to cope with it all and I was just never home anymore. Baekhyun had tried to talk to me so many times and I was just too stupid to make things work.”

>>>>>Both sides<<<<<

“It was really hard for me to get you to talk about what was going on,” Baekhyun explained, looking at the other in the eyes, “I felt like you never really wanted to acknowledge the problem I had to keep it in and deal with everything myself. I should’ve tried harder to fix things and I regret that the most.”

Kyungsoo slowly nodded as Baekhyun spoke, hands in his lap playing with the hem of his sweater.

October 13, 2009

“Maybe,” Baekhyun sighs, “Maybe this isn’t working anymore.”

The silence between them is almost suffocating.

It’s been a week since they’ve had dinner together, with every night ending with Baekhyun sitting alone at the dinner table waiting for Kyungsoo to come home so they could eat together and every night ending with him receiving a text informing him that husband wasn’t coming home that night. Things shouldn’t be like this, Baekhyun thinks, marriage shouldn’t be like this.

“Yeah,” Kyungsoo says quietly as he picks at his steak with his fork, “I know.”

How did you become friends again?

Baekhyun’s side <<<<<

“It was definitely awkward for a while,” he lightly laughed, “But we still had a lot of mutual friends and we started seeing each other more often and things slowly became better and we started talking more and actually became friends. We both liked music and singing so we bonded a lot over that.”

What’s it like now?

Kyungsoo’s side >>>>>

“It’s...good now, we’re definitely not the best of friends,” he joked, “But we talk normally when we see each other like old friends meeting up and it’s never awkward when we hang out with a group of friends.”

Is there something you’d like to tell him?

Baekhyun’s side <<<<<

“That I really value our friendship and I don’t ever regret marrying him even though things didn’t work out. He was the longest relationship I ever had and I’ll always cherish the memories we made together and that I’m glad he’s still in my life now.”

Kyungsoo’s side >>>>>

“That I should’ve treated him better. He the kindest person I’ve ever met and he didn’t deserve everything I put him through. I should’ve been there more, I should communicated better, I should’ve been the support he needed instead of being selfish and stupid and letting him deal with everything on his own. I should tried harder to fix things.”

May 24, 2015

“Hey isn’t that...?” Chanyeol points to the man wearing a blue sweater standing at the cash register waiting for his order to be taken.

Kyungsoo’s heart skips a beat at the sight of the other.

“Oh,” Kyungsoo breathes out, “Yeah.”

Baekhyun’s always loved that sweater, he would wear it all the time when they were still together. He forces himself to look away and turns his attention down at the mug in his hand. Chanyeol gives him an apologetic look, maybe he shouldn’t have pointed him out. “You gonna be okay?” Chanyeol asks, reaching across the table to give the other’s shoulder a gentle squeeze.

“It’s been years, of course I’m gonna be okay,” Kyungsoo lightly chuckles before taking a sip of his coffee.

“I know,” the other sighs, “But, maybe you should talk to him.”

“We do talk.”

“You know what I mean,” Chanyeol sighs, “You should tell him you still love him. It’s been years, both of have you grown and matured maybe it could work?”

Kyungsoo watches as Baekhyun takes his drinks from the barista with a smile and walks through the doors to meet up with a tall man waiting for him outside. He watches as Baekhyun smiles up at the man before stands up on his tippy toes to press a chaste kiss on the other’s lips. Kyungsoo tries his best to ignore the ache in his heart as he watches them walk away down the street, hand in hand, tries his best to keep a straight face even though he feels like throwing up.

“He’s happy now, Chanyeol. I don’t want to ruin that for him.”

Biggest regrets?

>>>>>Both sides<<<<<

“What I regret most...was probably not trying harder to get you to talk so we could work things out, I should’ve been better at vocalizing my thoughts,” Baekhyun said.

“For me, it was not treating you right, I should been a better husband. One that you deserved and needed.”

“Well damn, next time,” Baekhyun joked with a snap of his fingers.

They both laugh in their seats before giving each other a quick hug and thanking the interviewers and going their separate ways.

December 10, 2017

The shops’s packed today. It’s been so long since Kyungsoo’s been back here, back to where they first met. A strong wave of nostalgia hits him as he stands in line, looking around their old hangout spot. Not much has changed, he notes, the same old floral couch is still there and by the look of the sign on the wall it seems like they still do open mic nights, except they’re on Saturdays now.

“Hey, Kyungsoo?”

He whips his head around to the familiar voice.

“Oh, hey.”

Baekhyun is still all smiles and cute droopy eyes, even after sixteen years.

“What are you doing here?” Kyungsoo asks, he catches himself looking at Baekhyun’s lips and mentally curses himself.

“Getting coffee duh.” Baekhyun playfully rolls his eyes. Kyungsoo forgot how much misses Baekhyun’s sass and obnoxious, but cute personality.

“I mean back in the city, you idiot,” the other scoffs, “Didn’t you move?”

“Yeah but me and Sehun are visiting my parents for the whole month, you know, for Christmas and whatnot.”

Kyungsoo slightly tenses up at the mention of Sehun. “Right, right. How’s it going between you two?”

He doesn’t know why he asked, he really doesn’t want to know.

“We’re good, my mom keeps asking when we’re getting married but I’m not even sure if he wants to get married, not sure if he can deal with all this,” he jokes.

“He’d be lucky to married to a guy like you,” Kyungsoo says, trying his hardest to give the other a sincere a smile.

Baekhyun doesn’t hesitate to return it with a big smile of his own, Kyungsoo can feel his heart racing in his chest.

“Thanks, Kyungsoo.”

“Well I better get going, Sehun’s waiting for his hot chocolate, I swear he’s a kid,” Baekhyun laughs, “I’ll uhm see you around?”

Kyungsoo doesn’t want him to leave just yet, he doesn’t want him to go back home to Sehun, he wants them to pick off where they left off.

“Yeah,” Kyungsoo says, “See you around.”

But he knows that can’t happen.

The other gives him one final wave before slipping out the door and disappearing into the crowd of people on the street.

Maybe in their next life, Kyungsoo thinks, they could have their happy ending.

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