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random-mha-thoughts · 4 years

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Mama’s Boy/Lover’s Boy (Bakugou x Reader)

Pairing: Bakugou x Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Inspo: “Down for You” by Cosmo’s Midnight/Ruel

Summary: Bakugou hates being dragged to fancy parties for many reasons, but only one thing makes it all worth it.

Word Count: 2,322

Tags: @yuki-osaki @liviitehe @iamsoftsodonttoucheume-blog @bunnythepipsqueak

a/n: I absolutely adore this picture, ngl that was the whole inspo for this.

It's not fair that a whole Katsuki exists while I'm bleeding out and my hormones are out of whack. I'M A LOYAL SHOUTO HO, STAY IN YOUR LANE KATSUKI! DON'T TAKE ADVANTAGE OF MY INSTABILITY LIKE THIS!

When I was at the last few paragraphs, I realized I would've loved to let Baku lose his shit and almost crash the entire thing like in Murphy's Law (man I loved writing that), but that wouldn't be good. We love a good chaotic fluff monster.

This turned out a lot longer than I thought it would, but I really like how it turned out! Definitely more fluff than I expected, but who's mad at that? I'm bleeding out of my uterus and my mom and dad got me feverish and sick and I definitely needed this, so I KNOW you Baku stans are gushing at this too. Thanks to @rubyred-imagines for one of the story beats here!

Spice might be incoming in the next day or two ;3 Not sure which character yet, but it's gonna happen!

"Babe, your face."

"What about it?!"

"Stop looking like you want to kill everyone."

"But I do!"

"I know you do, but don't look it."

Katsuki walks into the grand hall, muscular arm linked through his dazzling girlfriend's slender one. He really doesn't want to be here; he hates these high-class, uptight gatherings, he hates this constricting tuxedo he has to wear, he hates how he barely knows anyone here, and he especially hates that he could've been on a date with her alone instead of being surrounded by these suffocating faces.

His lovely girlfriend announced this unfortunate outing a few weeks ago right before Katsuki was going to suggest the idea of having a date night, since they haven't had any quality alone time together in a while. Her eyes lit up when she reported that she RSVP-ed for both of them to attend her company's fancy dinner. And his plans were crushed like that. He wanted to grumble and refuse, but she'd yell right back at him anyway, being the stubborn person she is.

She reminds him of his mother.

"You're just like my mom," Katsuki rolls his eyes. "She used to drag me to her company dinners all the time, too."

"We won't stay for long, I promise," she pats his arm with her perfectly manicured fingernails.

"She used to say that too, and then we'd be out for hours," he mumbles to himself.

The girl looks up at him sweetly. "And you'll be a good boyfriend and stay here with me the whole time, right?"

The blond growls low in his throat. "I don't even belong here, you were invited, not me."

"Katsuki, you're my guest, of course you belong here." She leans up to whisper in his ear, "Besides, you're more handsome than any of the guys here, show them all up."

That makes Katsuki smirk. "Damn right I am, babe."

The couple find their table after an irritating amount of time. Every few steps, some other pretentious stranger from his girlfriend's company sweeps over to exchange empty kisses and the same empty conversation. Katsuki thinks it's some kind of script everyone practiced from, no one deviating from the script or else the entire simulation might fall apart. Actually, he would like to say something inappropriate just to relish their horrified or disgusted faces, but he for the sake of his precious girlfriend, he keeps his mouth shut, teeth grit, and smile plastered each time he's introduced to a new face.

"Do you really know everyone here, babe?" Katsuki mutters in her ear as they finally approach the table.

"Not everyone," she hums in response, "I don't know most of the employees from the other two companies here, but I know the higher-ups through my boss."

He briefly remembers her saying this dinner was for a big merger deal between these three companies. His girlfriend works tirelessly for her boss, usually taking on more than she can handle and coming home late most nights. She'd been promoted from just being a regular company worker to being in a near-the-top position right under the main board managers. He admires her dedication, but he's always worried about her health and energy level. He may be a Pro Hero, but she's the real superhuman in the relationship.

Katsuki does the gentlemanly thing of pulling the chair out for his lady and pushing her back in before settling in his seat next to her, purposely shifting closer to her than the person on his other side.

"What manners your boyfriend has," one of the older ladies at the table coos at the couple.

"Thank you, I'm very grateful to have him," the girl smiles politely in response.

Katsuki's heart melts at the pride dripping from her voice as she compliments him. "And I'm very lucky to have her." It felt like the right thing to say as he squeezes her hand under the table and briefly glances into her eyes.

The two don't tear away from each other until someone else approaches his girlfriend and she stands to greet him briefly. Katsuki surveys him in case he would do something ballsy to his girlfriend.

She turns and places a hand on Katsuki's shoulder. "This is my boyfriend, Katsuki Bakugou."

Hell yeah, I am, you better not pull anything, dumbass. He stands and shakes the other man's hand, polite but stiff.

"Nice to meet you. Your girlfriend is honestly a powerhouse, she's amazing," the man gushes.

"Yes, I'm aware," the blond replies tersely. He's on guard because he doesn't get a good vibe from this man.

Sure enough, he goes on a little too animatedly about how much his girlfriend does for the company and the rest of the company. It comes off to Katsuki as fake and kiss-ass. Nonetheless, his girlfriend accepts all the compliments like the graceful goddess she is. He realizes this boy is one of his girlfriend's juniors as they descend into a conversation surrounding work and future projects.

After dismissing him, another group of his girlfriend's underlings rushes over with compliments and "Oh my gosh, senpai! You look amazing!" and the like. Each time, she would accept the praise, introduce him, before launching into more work-related subject matter that Katsuki learned to tune out eventually.

Honestly, he's annoyed at how everyone here is overwhelmingly toxic. All the subordinates or peers are kiss-ups and her superiors are pretentious stick-up-their-asses that look down on his girlfriend. He can't stand that his lover is surrounded by this atmosphere all day. They don't know the genuine type of person she is, other than that she's kind and easy to walk all over. No one seems like they care enough to carry genuine conversation, and he'd rather not tune into that energy.

Instead, Katsuki directs his attention to his lovely girlfriend. Staring at her face, he recalls how painstakingly long it took for her to paint her face with makeup to look this flawless. He's sure she would've had a mental breakdown while doing her eyes, especially putting on her eyeliner. She was chanting to herself cutely to get them even, almost coaxing her shaky hands in front of the mirror to perform some kind of magic. If he had done the wrong thing and hurried her or teased her habits, she would've unleashed all her anger on him. He's learned that the hard way. In the end, she was able to achieve this masterpiece on her face without making herself look like a completely different person, highlighting her natural beauty.

Scanning downward to her dress, he remembers fondly going shopping with her last weekend. Her hair was in a topknot as she fumbled through the racks for a dress to wear. She had dragged him along because she trusted his opinion on fashion choices. While he would've liked for her to choose a scarlet red gown, Katsuki knew she'd look infinitely better in the sapphire blue number she's wearing now. The skinny straps holding the dress up leads down to a not-too-plunging neckline that suits her shoulders, collarbone, and chest perfectly. The dress cinches in at the waist to emphasize the figure he knows she has before falling straight down from her hips, and the mid-thigh slit on one side is subtly sexy without having her risk overexposure. Finishing the entire outfit is a classic pair of nude pumps, a dainty gold necklace, matching dangling earrings, and a clutch matching her shoes. Her hair is curled in waves cascading down her back with some stands hanging over one shoulder.

Katsuki can't help but smile unconsciously. He can't wait to someday place the finishing touch she deserves: a simple but elegant ring on her left hand.

After all the formalities, the two finally sit down and start eating the dinner courses that have started gracing their place settings.

"I know you wanted to go out for date night today," his girlfriend begins gently, "But we can imagine this is a fancy restaurant with just us two, and everything else is just a backdrop."

"Shouldn't you be paying attention to what's going on?" Katsuki quirks an eyebrow.

She waves her hand and takes a refined sip of her wine. "I've already heard them practice this speech too many times."

The devilish blond smirks and slinks closer to her. "That's not something a good employee would do, is it?"

"I'm not working right now," she smoothly responds back, replicating his energy.

The organizer of the dinner finally takes the stage and starts his speech. Katsuki keeps his gaze on his beautiful girlfriend, admiring her delicately picking and eating at her plate. She's so precious to him, he doesn't care if he's making heart eyes and everyone can see.

When the speech finishes, his girlfriend's glass also empties and she indicates that she's going to get another. It leaves him on edge, he hates being alone with all these strangers even for a few minutes. He doesn't want to tell you this, but if one of these people try to small talk him without you here, he might actually break something.

"So, Bakugou, what do you do?" the same lady from earlier chirps at him.

He whips his head up. For fuck's sake. "I'm a...public safety worker of sorts." He tries so hard to sound polite for his girlfriend's sake. He also can't resist scanning the room for her as a safety reflex. With all the shady people around, he doesn't trust that something bad won't happen. And he also wants your comfort in these uncomfortable situations, but he'll never admit that either.

"Oh, I see." The old lady seems satisfied with his tone, barely noticing his fidgeting as she launches into a whole story about her grandson wanting to do something like that, and all the tangents related to that.

Katsuki is relieved that he doesn't have to talk for the rest of the time, just nodding along and humming to prove he's passively listening. He finally spots his angel a few tables away, groaning internally that she was stopped by someone, keeping her from coming back to him. It seems they were having a deep conversation at first, but suddenly the man cracks a smile and a joke that makes her cover her mouth in respectful laughter.

Katsuki's annoyance is cut through at her wholehearted display of emotions. The entire night, he's been complaining about how much he hates everyone here, but it's only now he realizes how relaxed she looks in the entire situation. She's completely in her element; he'd get easily drained by all the suffocating small talk, but her? She thrives off this, she gains energy from it. Although she comes home late, overworked and tired, she still faces every day with a smile on her face. She makes it look so easy to talk to people, striking up and following conversations with everyone in the most endearing and poised way possible.

Katsuki smiles to himself, warmth washing over him. Yes, just like his mom, but it makes his girlfriend all the more stunning and admirable in his eyes.

His girlfriend finally returns to the table, her recently-acquired glass already half empty. "What did I miss?" she asks, buzzing with both energy and alcohol.

Katsuki leans his head on his palm. "Nothing much." He's still basking in the glow of his wonderful girlfriend, casually sipping his own wine absently.

She turns towards the clearing in the center of the room and takes his free hand. "Let's go dance, babe!"

Any other time, Katsuki would have sternly declined, but he can't resist her today. Without a single complaint, he rises and lets her drag him by their entwined hands to the dance floor. Guiding his large hand around her waist as her one hand plants to his shoulder, she raises their joined hands and starts swaying them to the classic orchestral ensemble's upbeat performance.

The man doesn't know if it's the overwhelming feeling of pride he recently uncovered, or the way their bodies press together gently as he inhales her floral perfume, but he can't find the words to describe everything he wants to say. He settles on simply smiling warmly down at her as he whispers, "You're amazing, you know that?"

His girlfriend's cheeks flush and she erupts into giggles. "What's with the sudden compliment?"

He shakes his head. "I just realized it, that's all. Just like my mom."

"You sure are a Mama's boy, aren't you?"

He scoffs at the idea. "I love the old hag, but I'll never tell her that. Besides, I'd say I'm whipped for a different woman in my life." He brushes hair behind her ear, her earring glinting against the light, and places a kiss on her perfect temple. "You look stunning tonight."

His girlfriend's eyes close in half-lidded affection. "I'm sorry this isn't the perfect date night you wanted."

The blond leans his forehead on her's, slowing their pace to allow time to pass much more leisurely around them. "I get to dance with you, I think that's a definite win."

"I guess so."

Katsuki comes to realize that he can be forced to come to all of these events. All that matters is his enchanting lover and her smile. When the night is over, he can't wait to let her take her heels off and carry her bridal style to their car as everyone watches in envy and awe. He'd let her recline and rest her weary feet, telling her stories of his adventures of night outings with his mom to lull her to sleep in his passenger seat. And then he'd carry her sleeping figure up to their bedroom and wake her gently so she can clean herself up and change into her cute pajamas, just so they can cuddle in each other's warmth until they fall asleep.

Maybe he's not a Mama's boy anymore. More like he's a Lover's boy.

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tomsrebeleyebrow · 4 years

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heavenly yours (part 1/3) | th x fem!reader

Heavenly Yours – a chaotic series

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | epilogue

Summary: Up in Heaven, Tom and (Y/N) have known each other since their youngest age as angels. They quickly began being inseparable, and maybe developed feelings but without ever confessing. One day, Superior Angels thought Tom’s convictions were being too big for Heaven. Fearing he could bring out a revolution between all angels, they took the decision to banish him of the Kingdom. Forever.

Pairing: Angel!Tom x Angel!Fem!Reader (will evolve)

Warnings: peaceful fluff, light PDA but nothing too crazy (did someone say sexual tension?) then total angst at the end so you’ve been warned!

Words count: 5624 (bless my soul and hands)

A/N: Hey there! Okay I’m really excited because my first mini series is now out!! 🙌🏻 I got this idea long time ago because Tom being King of Hell is hot, am I right?! 🔥 But I wanted to create a nice plot around it like how was everything before Faith turned the tables and how the reader will deal with it and other stuff, so here is a mini series of THREE PARTS taking place in an alternative universe (au)!! Hope you guys will enjoy it, I’m open to your constructive critics and opinions 😌💕

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Heaven.

The place we humans want to go and live in for eternity when we pass away. The afterlife everyone wishes for. Beautiful and peaceful. Heaven’s gates welcome you only if you deserve it, and your past life as human is erased from your memory. And then begins for you a new step of your existence: being an Angel.

Angels are known as being the definition of divine perfection created by God. They are gentleness and sympathy for others, gifted with a heart as pure as spring water. Dressed all in immaculate white, each one receives a pair of wings at their arrival; big and majestic, with feathers as soft as silk. No one in Heaven is imperfect. No one. An angel can’t and could never be imperfect… except if they break the Holy Laws.

(Y/N) doesn’t remember her life of Earth. Nothing. None. But this never scares her, quite the opposite. The day she arrived in front of the gate of the Hereafter she was not alone. Someone else stood next to her, dressed all in white like her. It was a young man, average height but with a great body and some muscles (quite in shape actually), a sharp jawline, a slightly crocked nose at the base with little freckles on it, and finally with nicely styled light brown hair that has some curls here and there. They caught the other’s eyes then both gave a faint smile.

“Hi.”

“Hello.”

A single word was enough for the two beings. One word said a lot.

« « (Y/N), Tom, my dear children welcome to Heaven. » »

Since that day, (Y/N) and Tom never left each other. Together, they discovered all the nooks of Heaven, the thousand and one marvelous places that they will call home from now on. Together, they met many other angels who then helped them to get used to the idyllic Kingdom. They also learnt how to be good angels. Together. Always. As the ‘days’ flew - abstract notion for angels because the effects of time don’t affect their physics anymore -, they started to know each other more and it was as if they have always known the other.

What a weird feeling...

How was this possible? Neither of them broached the subject because they both didn’t know the answer. At least, if there was one.

Looking at them being together is a delight for everyone’s eyes. Both are lucky and bless by the gods of beauty and when reunited, they sparkle like pure diamonds. Everybody like them, the children even more. (Y/N) and Tom don’t hesitate to take care of the young ones when they have a bit of free time, and needless to say they are good at it. And when they find themselves alone, the two angels make the most of it by taking walks in the numerous gardens and parks or by flying above the Kingdom next to each other between the clouds.

Never arguing, nor an inappropriate word. These two heavenly beings are only laughters and smiles and always here for the other. By the way, all Heaven noticed that (kind of discreetly) Tom and (Y/N) were rather touchy-feely with each other, but not in a naughty way. They hold hands all the time a lot. Sometimes (Y/N) would grad Tom’s arm and lean into it, or Tom would slid an arm around (Y/N)’s hips. There were also lots of endearments such as a caress on the cheek here or a kiss on the forehead there, and so much more. But nothing too much.

A pure platonic love.

Really?

* * * *

“Tom! (Y/N)! Look, we found more daisies for the flower crowns!”

The children run through the fields, their little arms full of varied flowers, to join (Y/N) and Tom who sit at the bottom of a blooming cherry tree. Other children also sit cross-legged near them and all linger over making flower crowns directed by the female angel. As for Tom, he sits behind her and does his utmost to braid her sublim hair while decorating it with the flowers collected by the young angels.

“It’s perfect but don’t run too fast!” (Y/N) warns them, smiling. The little ones then put all the flowers in the middle of the group before sitting too.

“Your hair is so beautiful, (Y/N)!” exclaims a little girl, her eyes sparkling in awe, “I wanna be as gorgeous as you!”

“Tom, the braid you made is stunning! You style hair so well!” a little boy next to Tom gasps, a half made flower crown in his little hands.

All this makes both (Y/N) and Tom smile. These little angels are so adorable that time flies by too fast with them.

“There, a beautiful flowered hairstyle for a divine angel” says Tom, admiring his work when done. And at that he leaves a soft peck on her bare shoulder before resting his chin on it, his face against hers.

(Y/N) chuckles, “Thank you Tom, it’s beautiful…” She strokes her long braided and flowered hair that falls on her shoulder and chest. Then she is able to smell the sweet and delicate scent from the flowers, and leaves a kiss in return on the young man’s cheek while warmly smiling into it, before rubbing her nose against it which makes Tom laugh.

“They’re being affectionate agaiiiiiiin!”

“You are sooooo cute together!”

The children snicker and squirm in front of this display of affection between the two grown angels. (Y/N) can’t help the huge smile on her face while looking at them all; wearing puffy dresses or shirts and pants, with little wings of their back that move with each of their laughs. She releases a sigh while feeling Tom slid his arms around her waist, bringing her even more closer to him. (Y/N)’s wings are closed but Tom can still feel them brush softly his face and torso.

She smells so good...

“So, who did finish they flower crown?” asks finally (Y/N) to the little group. Everybody raises the cute flower crowns above their head, proud of themselves and eager to know if they did good.

“They are all beautiful, congrats! Now, offer it to the classmate next to you.”

Following her instructions, the children look at each other before handing mutually the crown they made to a friend and receiving theirs in return, happy, and finally putting it on top of their ruffled hair. Each of them compliment the crown they got when (Y/N) slightly turns her head toward Tom.

“And here is yours, Tom.”

She spins her upper body in his direction, facing him, and places gently on Tom’s head the flower crown she just made. After adjusting it well, she looks at her work. That is to say (Y/N) is pretty talented. Her crown is generously ornamented with dahlias, gladiolus and splendid peonies, all multicolored but assembled in harmony. Some olive tree branches brighten up then strengthen the whole structure, adding a pleasant smell. The person wearing this crown is also for the viewing pleasure. Tom is radiant, all smile thanks to his friend’s gift. The colorful flowers highlight his brown curls of hair, as for his almond eyes and freckles sparsing on his nose. A quiver runs through (Y/N)’s body up to her wings. She couldn’t stop herself and arranges some strands of wild hair on his forehead, then cups his face between her soft hands.

“It suits you very well…” she whispers.

“I trust you and your skills more than anything, angel face” answers Tom, with soft eyes.

He puts his hands on (Y/N) ones for a moment, then snuggles his face in her right palm while leaving kisses on it. His lips are thin and a bit rugged but kind of soothing at the same time. They never break eye contact for a single second. No word exchanged. Just a look at each other, like when they met, is sufficient to communicate and they are the only one who know how to interpret it. In these moments they are in their own bubble, hiding from any curious eyes. Their surrounding long forgotten, they vowed (wordlessly) since the beginning to continue and cherish one another. Tom ends this moment a little too soon and takes (Y/N)’s hands in his, kissing them.

“It’s time to go back home, kids” he speaks to the little ones while watching them all.

After short protests, the children finally stand up one by one while brushing out dust from their clothes, and wait for the two adults before going back inside the Kingdom. Tom gets to his feet first and helps (Y/N) in return, still holding hands. Both soothe their large wings, under the children amazed eyes.

“Come on, let’s go home children, and stay together” points (Y/N) out.

The little angels gather together and start to walk. Tom and (Y/N) follow on their heels, hand in hand as usual, and keep moving to the first houses in sight of the Kingdom.

* * * *

The day comes to an end. The sky darkens little by little to let tones of stars take their place on it. The fresh breeze of the night ruffles (Y/N)’s face and hair while they walk back to their respective homes (needless to say holding hands, right?). The streets gradually clear out and they could hear their footsteps echoing in the quiet night. Both angels like taking a walk this late because everything is calm, peaceful. Tom and (Y/N) don’t live together, but their houses are obviously next to each other. Because in Heaven, each angel has their own space of living, except children who must live with an adult angel until the Superior Angels pronounce them capable of living alone.

Ah, Superior Angels… Tom could stand them less than before since recently, with all their rules, laws - or whatever they call them - for everything, but he couldn’t say that, oh no. Feeling something else as joy and compassion is forbidden in Heaven, yes, FORBIDDEN. It is one of the first Holy Law of the Hereafter, saying:

« « All Angel worth of the name will only be able to feel joy and compassion for the other. » »

But the one Tom couldn’t put on with any longer was worth than that:

« « All Angel will never feel more than brotherly love towards another Angel.

All Angel will never think about succumbing to carnal sin, definition of the damned underworld of Hell, at the risk of becoming a fallen angel and being forever banish for the Kingdom of Heaven. » »

Brotherly love. Carnal sin. Hell. Fallen Angel. Banished. These words don’t stop resonating in the mind of the young man. Every day. Every night. He tries forces himself to never forget them, especially in (Y/N)’s presence. But how can he resist her? Recently he feels like a weird sensation awaking deep inside of him, something unknown that keeps encouraging him to protect her but mostly keeping her to himself. He couldn’t bare the idea of some other male angel being near (Y/N) or acting way too familiar with her.

She is mine and mine only.

But what to do? He couldn’t risk and put her in danger by his fault. But these urges are more and more intense as the days pass, and Tom finds it harder every time to handle them. When he was alone at home his mind rambled in strange places that even himself didn’t know he could imagine. And strangely it was not as displeasing as he thought it would be.

“Tom, we’re here.”

The tinkling voice of (Y/N) brings Tom out of his wandering thoughts. They are, in fact, in front of the young woman’s door and barely two meters away from his.

“You’re all right, Tom?”

“Why would I not be all right when you are with me, my angel?” answers Tom with his signature toothy smile.

“You looked like… lost deep in your thoughts? If something worries you, don’t hesitate to talk to me about it. You know I will always be here for you…” carries on (Y/N), squeezing the hand Tom is holding.

“Ah… true to yourself, as always.” Tom snickers, a little smirk growing on his lips, and taking both her hands in his to kiss the top. “But don’t worry about me, I was just thinking about… things, that’s all.” Then he leans into her face and drop off a tender kiss on her cheek.

“What do you mean by “things”?” whispers (Y/N) in return, curious, in his ear. Their wings stretch little by little in their back to then brush themselves against the other’s creating like a cocoon around them, safe from too many indiscreet looks from other angels.

“My angel… I don’t want to involve you in anything, it would kill me to-”

“Don’t talk like that, Tom” interrupts (Y/N), “I don’t like it when you say these kind of things… You are all I have here…”

Don’t say that… Stop…

“Doll face, you don’t understand…”

A shiver travels Tom’s body at these words. His breathing begins to accelerate like his heartbeats. Tom couldn’t stop peppering her cheek with tons of kisses, he needed this, he couldn’t help it. Then he takes his hands back to put them on (Y/N)’s hips, holding her against his body. (Y/N) lets out a little whine of surprise while putting her hands flat on Tom’s chest, which is way closer than before. Never did she stop him to touch her. She appreciates having him next to her a lot and can’t go without it anymore. However she gets goose bumps while feeling Tom’s kisses move along her jawline to then reach the other cheek he neglects since now. That is definitely something new to her. She is aware of the sudden redness of both her cheeks and her heart getting carried away. Then (Y/N) follows Tom’s face and rubs hers on him like a kitten pleading for affection. The man’s hands starts massaging her hips and his thumbs draw circles as he goes up her waist, then back to her hips again.

“Tom… I-I feel weird…” stumbles (Y/N) in a squeak.

“Me too princess, since a long time…” answers Tom. “You are the most important person to me (Y/N) and for anything in this world would I be separated from you. But recently, there is… There is more. I can’t stop myself and think about you nonstop, I can’t go without you…”

Tom’s arms wrap even more around (Y/N)’s luscious body to now embrace her into him. The face of one nestled against the neck of the other, and vice versa. An embrace full of affection they have for each other. (Y/N) squeezes Tom against her and she is able to feel and hear both hearts pound wildly. Her body heat rises more and more, what was happening to her?

“Tom, I-”

But he interrupts her by raising his face from the crook of her neck, and places it in front of her own visage. Their nose brush together like their wings since the beginning with half closed eyes, liking the closeness and their tangled breathing. Their lips too brush and they wait for one thing...

“(Y/N), darling...” whispers Tom in a sigh. He hurries to stroke her face again, feeling her soft and flawless skin on his palm, before keeping his hands on her jaw and sighs, “I love you.”

And Tom finally succumbs to his deadly temptation but right now he couldn’t care less. Their lips finally touch and assemble like two perfect puzzle pieces. It is impossible to stop, this sensation is too strong and the temptation even more irresistible. The kiss starts being slightly more intense, with more open mouths and tongues than before. But Tom doesn’t want to go too fast. At least, not now. His goal is to show to his sweet (Y/N) how much she means to him before anything else, wishing she will accept his feelings. And it seems like so. (Y/N)’s mind is clearly troubled, she knows what is happening but she doesn’t want to stop. But Tom decides to end it - before he completely loses his self-control - but most importantly not to be seen.

“I love you so much (Y/N) and I promise to protect you until the end of the world.”

His declaration squeezes her heart. She nibbles on her bottom lip before taking Tom’s face again between her slender hands and leaves a short peck, full of meaning, on his thin lips slightly swollen from minutes ago.

“Me too Tom, I love you more than anything.”

Their hearts beats in unisson. Tom can’t help the smile on his face, large and as bright as the sun, and makes (Y/N) swirl in the air because he couldn’t contain his happiness. (Y/N) lets a joyful giggle out before holding back not to wake the neighbour angels up. The two angels, in love, stare at each other sparkles in their eyes like never since they arrived in the Kingdom of Heaven long time ago. They wish this moment would never end...

“I promise we will make it work, darling, I promise you.”

* * * *

The days passed, looked the same and flew by again and again.

Ton and (Y/N) continue to act as if nothing happened between them a few weeks ago. But sometimes their show of affection are a little… more daring like they used to be; a kiss on the corner of the lips or more “tight hugs”, but it was still rare kind of. Tom makes sure of keeping these intimate moments indoors, one-to-one, hidden from everyone. It is out of the question to let this be known by others.

Then one day - and more previous ones full of thinking about it -, Tom comes to pick (Y/N) at her house to share a meal for midday, as they usually do and when properly seated in the middle of a nice garden with their food ordered, he begins:

“Darling, I decided to go and talk with the Superior Angels after our meal. I asked them for a meeting and they agreed to it for today.”

(Y/N) straighten out her face from her food and raises her brows, blinking twice, “Why?”

“Just to explain and prove them that an angel can be in love with another one, that’s it.”

“But Tom, you know like me that we transgressed the principal rules of Heaven! What will happen if you tell them clearly we love each other? We don’t really know what they are capable of!!” answer (Y/N) kind of agitated, making her best to keep her voice as low as possible.

In fact nobody knows a lot about the Superior Angels. Apart from maintaining Heaven in order and deciding who is allowed to enter the Kingdom, it was often said that their sentences could be harsh and horrible. The young woman can’t just leave Tom go by himself.

“I’m coming with-”

“That is a solid no, doll face. Don’t worry, I will never say your name. I wanna make sure they will listen to what I have to say first and then I will improvise depending on their answer.”

Tom takes (Y/N)’s hands, placed neatly on the table, and kisses them like he loves to do and whispers:

“I love you (Y/N) and you know that. I promised I will protect you and make sure to keep my promise until the end.”

“I love you too so much Tom, so much…”

(Y/N) kisses back his hands and each knuckles while smiling. But she couldn’t help being scared for him.

After finishing their meal and chatting about lighter subjects, they walk a little in the garden they ate and then in the city, looking at some shops, stopping to talk with other angels and enjoying their share time.

Later they arrive in front of a large wrought iron front gate in solid gold. They could make out a long alley surrounded by big trees on the other side, without seeing too far away. And not a single sound. (Y/N) swallowed hardly because of the… strange atmosphere. She knows they arrived. Then she gets closer to Tom and slides her arms around his shaped body. The young man could smell her hair, as sweet as it have ever been while kissing on top of her head.

“Relax (Y/N), it’s me who should be stressed and not the other way around, right?” he smirks, sliding his own arm around her shoulder to keep her close.

“I know that but I can’t help it! And…” She interrupts herself and again, the silence reigns around them both. “This place makes me uncomfortable…”

Tom tightens his grip on her to reassure his poor lover. “Darling, don’t worry. Knowing you are mine is my biggest strength…”

(Y/N) cuddles up to him, her face pressed against his neck, also smelling his natural scent. This always calms her down.

“Please, be careful Tommy.”

“Yes, dove, I promise you.” Tom then tenderly kisses her forehead, “Once it’s over, I’m coming back to your place, is that all right?”

(Y/N) nods vigorously her head without saying a word, still nestled into him. She leaves here a quick peck before loosing her grip and cupping his face in her palms, massaging his cheeks while staring at each other. She knows she couldn’t let the three words slip out her mouth here so she chooses to tell him with her eyes. Tom understands straight away and stared back at her beautiful orbs.

“Me too, (Y/N). Me too.”

When they separate, Tom pushes the gate open and gets inside the enclosure where the Superior Angels were waiting for him. He breathes in one last time and, before the gate would close behind him, he turns around and sends (Y/N) another smile. She sends one back at him while sending him a flying kiss with her hands. He then walks away and in a snap he disappears into the fog. With no wish to linger here any longer and alone, the young woman goes back to the main street, in which she is sure to find people.

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5pm. 6pm. 7pm. 9. Then 11. Midnight is about to strike and still no sign of Tom. (Y/N) doesn’t know what to do. She is pacing in her living room nonstop for two hours now, agitated and panicked not knowing where her lover is.

“But what is he doing?!” she asks herself, biting her fingernail. “Please, tell me he’s safe!!”

Unable to stand still for another minute, she decides to go where they split path. (Y/N) leaves her house in a hurry and doesn’t care about the angels she bumps into by accident - to whom she still excuses herself but only a few time.

Again in front of the golden gate, the silence from earlier this day is still heavy. Just before she loses her courage, she opens it and ventures inside the place.

The atmosphere is almost unbearable. No sound from anywhere or anything. No one, not even a single bird or butterfly. (Y/N) keeps walking and enters the fog she saw Tom disappearing into, and finds herself a bit disoriented. Then voices, finally! Relieved she continues walking towards them - still blind - and after a few meters, she steps out of the thick fog.

“Where am I?...”

Hidden between gigantic oak trees, (Y/N) catches sight of an impressive stoned structure. While approaching it, carefully, she sees no door but a beautiful arcade as a doorway. Choosing to stay as quiet as possible, the young woman walks to it from the side and listens carefully. The voices are clearer now.

« « You persist with your talk, angel. » »

« « How dare you? » »

« « You have no right to speak about this kind of topic. » »

The voices are not familiar to (Y/N), none of them, so she deduces they are to the Superior Angels. The tone of their voices are plain but still severe, emotionless, and don’t seem to appreciate what is happening. (Y/N) is out of breath. Was Tom still with them?

« « Superiors, this angel has been corrupted. » »

“But you don’t understand!”

(Y/N) jumps by hearing this voice that she knows so well. A smile finds again a way through her face before she leans slightly to see more. And then she sees him. But what she sees now makes her previous smile congealed then melted into horror. Tears start to blur her vision. Tom is actually kneel down on the stoned floor, surrounded by at least ten Superiors Angels who levitate around him. His beautiful and strong wings now tied up, the rope way too tight because it visibly compresses them. His hands are also tied up and placed in front of him, fists tighten up. His usual relaxed face is no more and replaced with so much pain and… rage.

“Angels CAN love each other! This is as obvious as we once lived on Earth! Can’t you understand?!”

« « Did you forget the Holy Laws of our Kingdom, angel? No angel can show more than brotherly love to another one. » »

“I already know your stupid rules but they hurt us all! Why couldn’t we simply love each other?!”

Tom’s voice lets appear all his emotions at once and known. (Y/N)’s hands begins to shake. She feels deep inside that all this will not end as they wish it for.

« « Loving with Love is similar to only crave for the other’s body. All Love is a sin, the thirst to desire the flesh of the other and you, angel, want us, Kingdom of Heaven, to give our morals up to the damned temptations of the Kingdom of Hell? That will never happen. » »

« « You have been corrupted, angel. » »

« « And we thought you were perfect and worthy of the wings we gave you. » »

“I don’t care about the wings!! Free me and I will prove you that the Love I feel is not morbid!!”

Tom struggles with the rope to tempt and free himself but the Superior Angels’ control is too powerful for him. He can’t stop and think about (Y/N) to give himself some strength, he’s doing this for both of them, for their love, and to make everyone experiences this delightful feeling called love. He gritted his teeth by irritation.

« « Love is a sin. » »

« « And your wings are the proof of it. » »

One of the Superior Angels comes closer to Tom, still flying, and takes violently one of his wings to open and show it. Tom whines from this painful move.

« « Look. Your feathers are darkening, angel. You have been corrupted. » »

(Y/N) couldn’t see well what the Superior Angel is talking about but her tears run on her cheeks. Her breathing trembles, her hands sweaty as her entire body.

Please stop it.... Don’t hurt him...

Tom turns slowly his head toward the inside of his wing displayed to everyone, and he sees some feathers being more grey than immaculate white.

Now there are more than before…

And suddenly, as if by instinct, he feels her. His pained look turns discreetly toward the entrance of the structure, and then he catches sight of her. (Y/N), his sweet (Y/N), his love, hidden behind the wall supporting the arcade, in tears in front of what is going on. It was the first time he sees her like this, fragile and scared, and he wishes for anything but looking at her like this because of him. Tom lets escape a short sigh and he too wants to cry. But he stays stronger, for her, and regains his senses.

“You are the one corrupting us all. How can you imagine a second that we can find happiness by living alone? You decide if we are worth it to stay, then put us in a single house to lock us up in your too perfect Kingdom! Oh and of course we live our little life like the good brainless angels we are and we do the same everyday! That is not what life is supposed to be! I’m sure life was way better than this on Earth! We should be free of our acts like-”

« « Enough. » »

« « You talk too much, angel. » »

« « Your words are as corrupted as you are. » »

« « Who is the other angel you corrupted? » »

“I never corrupted anyone! And it’s called mutual love!!” screams Tom, rage leaking out from all his pores.

« « A name. » »

« « Now. » »

“Never!!!” retorts him.

« « Could it be Angel (Y/N)? » »

« « Did you corrupted our (Y/N)? » »

“Leave her outside of all this!! She knows nothing about it!!” Tom’s heart tightens at his own words.

I will protect her.

« « Our (Y/N) is perfect. » »

« « She is unique. » »

« « Never could she be corrupted. » »

“She is way too perfect for all of you and your stupid world....” whispers Tom between his teeth.

(Y/N) kneels down on the cold ground too, her legs trembling so much she couldn’t stay on her own two feet. What is going on right now is the worst scenario that could have happened. And she couldn’t do anything. Tom protects her with this own will, like he promised, and she hasn’t enough strength to stop her sobbing anymore.

“Oh Tom… Please let him go…” she cries her face pushed on the wall, her voice distorted by her tears.

« « We can’t tolerate your presence in our Kingdom anymore. » »

« « You have no right to be here anymore. » »

« « You have been corrupted. » »

Here it is. The end is coming. Tom had a suspicion since the beginning that if thing were not going well as he planned, it would be definitely over. He couldn’t care less about what are saying the Superior Angels anymore. And a single thought matters to him right now: seeing the face of his gorgeous (Y/N) one last time. He still contains his tears because making her even sadder than she is would finish him off. He wants her to be strong, like she always is, whatever happens. So he lets his gaze fall on the entrance arcade and she is still here, shivering like a newborn doe, red eyes and her cheeks wet. Can he just wish to have her in his arms one last time...

They gaze at each other and (Y/N)’s tears pour down her eyes even more. Her handsome angel is in pain, suffers an obnoxious martyr but she also suffers with him. Tom’s visage tries to be reassuring even when the ropes around his wings squeezes them badly. Its grip is a total pain, hurting some feathers but mostly the skin they are covering and he hisses at that. But still looking at her, he attempts to tell her not to worry about him and that, even if the worst is about to come, to keep living. (Y/N) shakes her head violently not daring to think what would happen to Tom. She just could imagine a second being away from him, even less for eternity. Her stubbornness makes Tom smile, exhausted, because her (Y/N) is so like this all the time. But the gods decided another faith for them.

And the sentence is pronounced.

« « Angel Tom, you are this day deprived from your angelic position and are now a fallen angel. » »

« « Your wings will be removed. » »

« « For breaking the Holy Laws, you are not welcomed in Heaven anymore. » »

« « For being corrupted, you are not welcomed in Heaven anymore. » »

Tom and (Y/N) still stare at each other until the end.

« « For giving in to the temptation, you are this day banish from Heaven. » »

« « Forever. » »

Before the Superior Angels finish the sentence’s statement, Tom whispers his last words to (Y/N), hoping she will get them by reading on his lips.

I love you… and will always love you, forever, my princess.

(Y/N) puts a hand on her mouth to conceal a painful sob. Her other hand grips her white dress to her heart’s lever and bites her bottoms lip to contain any sound that could come out. And before it is too late, she removes the hand from her mouth and whispers back to him:

I love you too so much and will love you until the end of the world...

Tom’s eyes glisten, tears finally ready to flow but he keeps them a bit more. He smiles for the last time.

« « Heaven is not your home anymore... » »

« « ... but now are the Depths of Hell. » »

(Y/N) feels her blood freezing. Tom lets his last sigh out and closes his eyes, facing down. Once the sentence done, a muffled sound comes out from the stoned ground and suddenly its opens itself under Tom’s hurt body and it is thrown inside, letting himself fall like a dead body. (Y/N) sees him fall and it is now too much for her to handle. She tries standing again, keeping her balance with the wall and starts to run to where she came from, behind the trees, like her life is on the line. Her sobbing finally escape and echo in the sorrowful night, then she gathers some speed before flying away, high in the air. The warm tears contrast with the cold air that slaps her face as she beats her wings harder and faster. The clouds disappear when she brushes past them.

Tonight she lost everything.

And her afterlife in Heaven will never be the same anymore.

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queenmylovely · 5 years

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The Law of Attraction i

Summary: John deacon x fem!reader. Your first week of classes with Professor Deacon.

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: little bit of awkwardness, cussing (probably)

A/N: This is the first part of a probably miniseries or two-parter to fill the request I got. I just am incapable of not writing some backstory I guess. Side note: this takes place in the present but John is in his late 30′s. For you, anon, don’t worry, spicy things are coming soon! I hope you all enjoy, and any feedback including likes, replies, reblogs and asks are greatly appreciated! Requests are open!

Request: idk if you write for prof!deaky but like… i’d be so down for that.

Part ii, Part iii*, Masterlist

(look at this picture, what the fuck)

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In your junior year of university, you had finally decided on your major after switching between math and physics. You had definitively chosen electrical engineering. While you had enjoyed math and physics, they were much too focused on theoretical equations than on real-world objects, which is where you found most of your interest.

The problem solving and designing aspects of electrical engineering were what had appealed to you the most. You could plug input into equations and get the correct answers in your sleep, so creating was what would challenge you in the way you wanted to be.

Since you had taken all of the math and physics prerequisites already, you were able to jump straight into the engineering classes and labs right away in the fall of your junior year. When you had registered in the spring prior, you had wanted to keep two days empty so that you could have days free for your part-time job at the admin office. This had somehow ended up in you having five classes between three different professors. Two of the professors you had only one class each with, which meant you had three classes with the same professor. Your days off from classes had landed on Mondays and Fridays, which you thought would be good bookends to your pretty heavy Tuesdays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays. Plus, the admin job would be good for starting and/or finishing homework when it was slow.

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The first Monday of the semester was spent getting a quick brief on your duties as administrative assistant. It seemed like it would be pretty simple; answering phones, putting appointments into the computer’s calendar, scheduling tours, and directing people to the correct offices around campus. They also said that you were free to do homework in your down time.

That Monday was pretty busy though, which was okay since you didn’t have any homework aside from printing out the syllabus. (Which you might have used the office printer to do.)

You had some pretty frantic-looking students asking questions about how to change their classes or where to find their professor’s office. Since you were a junior and had changed your major twice, you were pretty fluent with all of the forms and were able to answer their questions easily. You went home around 5:00, which, with the hour lunch, made for an eight hour day. Since you were taking 16 engineering credits, you felt pretty good with working 16 hour weeks.

Tuesday you started with a System Modeling and Control class that was 75 minutes long, and started at 9:00. The professor seemed nice, which was good, but you were more worried about the professor you had later that day since he was the one you had three classes with. Two of which were labs of no more than 25 students. First, though, you had an Electromagnetic Theory lecture with him on Tuesday and Thursdays.

The class was at 10:30, which meant you had fifteen minutes to walk down the hall from your first class. You figured you would at least get a good seat.

Walking from room 215, you counted the numbers on either side of the hall until you reached 220. The door was cracked open with a rubber door stop and you looked through the crack to see that it was empty. There must not have been a class in there yet. You pushed the door open and walked in, seeing there were actually a couple people there on the edges. The room was lecture style, but pretty small with only four rows with 10 seats each going up from the floor. There was a lectern in the middle of three blackboards that had been wiped completely clean. You nodded at the other students as they looked up at you, but chose to sit in the middle of the front row. Since you were probably getting a later start to electrical engineering than most, you wanted to be front and center to absorb as much information as possible. And perhaps you were a bit of a teacher’s pet at times.

You pulled out the fresh, three subject, college ruled, spiral notebook you had gotten for this course and a mechanical pencil. Labeling the first page “Electromagnetic Theory,” you then flipped the page and wrote the date. You also took out the syllabus for the class and skimmed over it again while you waited for the professor and the rest of the class to get there.

Students slowly trickled in, most opting for the edges of the room and a couple joining you in the front row, but still near the sides. Once it hit 20 past, the professor walked in. He was on the taller side, a man in his late thirties from what you could tell, with brown hair that was shorter on the sides and longer and kind of curly on top. He was pretty handsome, in kind of a dorky way. He was wearing a plaid button down shirt tucked into jeans with a black belt and dad sneakers. You giggled at that last part and found your eyes drifting to his left hand to see if there was a ring there. There wasn’t. You shook your head slightly at yourself. He was your professor, and your professor with who you will be spending over five hours a week, and a crush will not make it any easier to learn, you had to remind yourself.

Just before class started, a rush of ten students came in at once, and one finally filled the spot next to yours. The two of you said hi and exchanged names (hers was Sarah), and were starting to talk about majors until you heard a loud scraping sound. The class turned their heads to the front of the room to see the professor pushing the lectern all the way against the wall. He finished and faced forward, noticing that the class had its eyes on him.

“Well, since I’ve got your attention, I might as well start,” he said with a smile and the class chuckled. “As it says in your syllabus, I am Professor Deacon, but as I know some of you know by your familiar faces, I am often referred to as ‘Deaky,’” he said, putting air quotes around the nickname, which earned another laugh.

“You can call me whichever you prefer, because I really don’t care. Alright, so obviously this is the class for Electromagnetic Theory, so if you’re in the wrong room, go ahead and leave now, we won’t judge,” he paused for a second and when no one moved, continued. “Good, we can get started.”

That first class was spent going through the syllabus mostly, and outlining the type of assignments and materials everyone would need for the course. He had a pretty dry sense of humor, and cracked jokes throughout the class, which helped to put everyone at ease. That being said, it seemed like it would be a very technical and involved class, and the assignments would require a lot of time and were process-heavy. Professor Deacon highly encouraged using his office hours for help or to answer any questions, and you made sure to highlight when they were on your syllabus.

When the class came to an end and everyone was packing up, you chatted to Sarah about it.

“Have you had Professor Deacon before?” you asked her.

“Oh, yeah, I had him for Introduction to Electric Circuits my freshman year. He’s a nice guy, and not too tough a grader. Everyone does really call him Deaky, just so you know,” she answered with a smile.

You nodded, “Good to know.”

She left for her next class and you said goodbye to each other before you walked down to the front of the class where Professor Deacon was.

He was writing something down in a little agenda and you stood waiting for him to finish when he looked up and saw you. “Hello,” he said cheerfully.

“Hi. I’m Y/N Y/L/N,” you said, extending your hand for a handshake. His hand met yours and shook it firmly, and you didn’t miss how warm it was against yours. “I just wanted to introduce myself because I’ll be in both of your labs tomorrow.”

“Oh, that’s you. I had noticed that there was a student on all three of my rosters. Did I have a really good rating on ratemyprofessor?” he joked.

You laughed lightly and responded, “I couldn’t say. I just declared as Electrical Engineering at the end of last semester, so I have some catching up to do.”

“Really? Most people would have a lot of prereqs to get through first. What was your major before?” he asked warmly.

“Well, first it was math my freshman year and then it was physics last year,” you explained a bit sheepishly.

Professor Deacon didn’t seem to think there was anything unusual about changing your major three times however, and just smiled a toothy smile and said, “Ah, that makes sense. Well, welcome to the department, and I’ll see you tomorrow then.”

“Thank you. See you tomorrow,” you smiled back before turning around and walking out the door. You were relieved that the professor you would be seeing so much of this semester was nice, although weren’t sure you would be able to bring yourself to call him Deaky.

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The syllabus for the labs had said to only bring a folder, pen or pencil, and to wear at least short sleeves, long pants, and closed toed shoes, all of which you had to be willing to get dirty. As you got ready in the morning, you pulled on a faded pair of jeans, a shirt you had used in the past when painting, and your old pair of tennis shoes. You grabbed a jacket to wear over your clothes as you walked through campus and headed out with just a shoulder bag instead of the backpack you normally took to class.

You drove over to campus and parked in the engineering building’s parking lot. You had bought the parking pass for that building since three of your classes were in it, but hadn’t realized that the engineering labs were in a different building on the other side of campus until the day before. You sighed as you turned your car off, knowing you had close to a twenty minute walk, but put on your headphones, turned on some good music, and started walking over.

The building was old and the cinder blocks were painted white, though you could tell from where it was peeling that it had had many coats over the years of varying colors. You had heard from someone in your Computer Science class (which was an hour after your first with Professor Deacon on Tuesdays and Thursdays) that the building used to be the main Engineering building until the university got an endowment for the new, fancy one. Looking at the building, you thought that it must have been pretty cramped since there were only three large rooms and four little ones, which had since been turned into professors’ offices and what could be called the lobby with a check-in desk and no one behind it. There were two offices for the professors whose names you didn’t recognize and they were both of the left side of the building, opposite of the labs. The last one was on the right side, in between the furthest lab and the “lobby” itself, and had a nameplate labeled “John Deacon.”

Each of the lab rooms were designated for a different type of lab. Lab A was filled with cars and engines which you assumed was for mechanical or automotive engineering, Lab B was filled with drafting materials and models which you assumed was for civil engineering, and Lab C was filled with old computers and motors, which was exactly where you were supposed to be.

There were a couple people already in the room, milling about and chatting to each other. You were glad to see Sarah and went up to her to say hi. Looking around at everyone, the two of you laughed at how you all looked more like house painters than engineering students.

“I’m not entirely sure how our clothes would get dirty, but I guess it’s better safe than sorry,” she commented to you.

“I don’t know, maybe if we accidentally blow something up or it catches on fire, the smoot won’t ruin our clothes?” you guessed and the two of you laughed.

“I for one, wasn’t planning on any explosions, but I guess I know to keep a close eye on you now, Y/N,” said a voice from behind you on your right. Sarah and you whipped around to see Professor Deacon standing right there with a smirk on his face. You felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment and Sarah had to hide her giggles behind her hand.

“I-I’m- that was just a joke,” you stammered out.

“Hmmm, I guess we’ll see,” Professor Deacon said, walking to where there was a chalkboard at the front of the lab. Before he turned completely away, though, he shot you a wink that eased your nerves about the joke you made, but for some reason sent a shock of adrenaline (or something else) through your body at the same time.

The rest of the lab went better. Professor Deacon started with introductions of everyone since it was a smaller class and people should definitely know each other by the end of the semester. He then went over the lab and safety procedures, congratulating everyone for their proper attire. He himself was wearing these old carpenter pants that looked straight out of a 90’s catalogue and an oversized t-shirt that seemed like it was a souvenir from Bali but had grease stains all over it. And he was wearing the same sneakers as the day before. You couldn’t help but think it was kinda cute that he wore the same sneakers all the time.

He also took everyone on a little tour of the lab building, starting with Lab A and B briefly and then a more indepth look at a room only accessible through the rear of the building. It was a storage/equipment room that housed a bunch of scrap metal, lumber, spare parts, abandoned student projects, and tools. Everything in there was for free use of students of all labs to work on their projects and the projects for the department. To a bunch of engineering students, it was a treasure trove.

Finally, he took everyone back to Lab C and pointed out all of the stations and larger equipment in the big room. After the tour, he had everyone do a little exercise with some of the tools to get acquainted with them. By the time everyone had completed the exercise, the two hours and forty-five had pretty much elapsed and Professor Deacon let everyone head out a little early.

Of course, since you were in his next lab that took place in 15 minutes, you stayed. And, it seemed that you were the only one in both of these labs, so you stood around awkwardly as everyone left. You were about to grab your phone from your pocket when you heard his voice.

“So you didn’t blow anything up, I’m relieved,” he teased from behind you.

You turned around to see him smirking yet again and laughed lightly before replying, “I mean, it’s only been the first part of the first day so I wouldn’t take your eyes off me just yet.”

There was a beat when both of you realized what that sounded like and you saw Professor Deacon’s ears get pink as you felt your neck heat up. Your eyes widened and you determinedly did not make eye contact.

Trying to relieve the tension, he cleared his throat and said, “Anyway, I’m sorry, but you’re about to have the same exact lab in 15 minutes. I would say you could leave but then you wouldn’t meet everyone else, and there are a couple different things that I talk about.”

You were glad that he changed the subject, and further tried to get things back to normal, “That’s okay. I’ll have a leg up on everyone when we try out the equipment.”

The two of you laughed, and you couldn’t help noticing what a nice laugh he had, “That’s the spirit. They’ll be baffled at your ability to use the air compressor slightly better than they can.”

“Hey, I was the best and fastest in the class just now. It might not have been a competition, but you know it’s true,” you said, still smiling, but pointing an accusatory finger at him.

“You’re very passionate. I like that in a… student,” he said, matching your intense gaze. Neither of you had time to think about his hesitation before saying “student” because a group of your classmates walked in at that moment.

Looking down at his watch, he noticed that it was only five minutes before class started, and he walked away, giving you a nod, to go grab the lab rules handouts.

You watched him walk away and sighed to yourself. It seemed the crush you were trying to fend off wasn’t going anywhere, and with all this time spent with him, was only continuing to grow.

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heechulhamster · 5 years

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The Truth You Can’t Hide IV

KIM JUNMYEON (SUHO) x Fem Reader

Chapter 4 [The Truth You Can’t Hide MASTERLIST]

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You did it so well for six years. You’ve hid your son from the biggest threat of his life. But one mishap led to the biggest secret in your life being face to face with the man you’ve kept him away from all these years - his father.

Mafia!AU, Angst.

Each muscle of your feet started to ache as the clock struck eight, the current case the law firm you worked as a paralegal in required you to go overtime. You’ve had an internal agreement with yourself to stay in the firm and distance yourself from Junmyeon’s line of work, as you know that his two separate businesses will always coincide with the other - and you wouldn’t want both of Jaejin’s parents to have an indecent track record.

Only a few lights are lit at this time of the night, most of your officemates already in the comforts of their own home and family. An empty sigh of exhaustion escaped your lips as you sat back on your chair, freeing your feet from the tormenting heels before neatly stacking and organizing the paperwork left on your table. Organizing the case files by urgency as you plan to get your hands on it eagerly the first thing tomorrow.

“Did Mr. Goo request you on overtime again? You should take a rest.” A sudden voice spoke behind you, making you turn around. You see Atty. Zhang, one of the associate lawyers in the firm. His cripst white dress shirt neatly tucked in his black pants as he leaned over the table next to yours.

“No, Sir. I did it voluntarily. I’m really absorbed on this recent case.” You said with a light chuckle, trying your best to hide your fatigue from the day.

You heard him take light footsteps on the way closer to your desk, eventually you saw Atty. Zhang’s hands over the pile of paperwork on your desk. “Is this the one regarding the sexual harrasment case of that actor…” He snapped his fingers three times, apparently thinking about the name that’s on the tip of his tongue. “Seojoon? Bang Seo Joon?”

“Yes, I’ve been re-reading his sworn statements and the victim’s.” You stated as he read through the pages of the case file.

“This file’s been through a lot.” He said, smiling over the littered highlights and notations you’ve made all throughout the paper. “Now tell me if there’s anything you’ve found. Are we on the losing end here?”

“There has been inconsistencies with the victim’s sworn statements. Like how she said that Mr. Bang and her met around dinner at that Monday, but she has also stated that her shift as a waitress ends at closing time. She had once said that he went on a date with Mr. Bang on a Tuesday the week prior, so both Monday and Tuesday couldn’t have been her off days. And the timeline of the alleged harassment doesn’t quite add up. There’s a lot of lapses here and there.”

“You’ve really put your mind on this haven’t you? I’m impressed. Poor SeoJoon must’ve been framed.” He said smiling at you, the wells of his cheeks showing as adorable dimples as he shone his bright teeth in amazement. “But you need to rest for now, the case can wait for another day, don’t you think?”

“I’m actually on my way out.” You explained as your hands tidied your desk a bit more, putting the scattered pens and pencils back on the green holder just on the corner of the black modern table.

“I’ll come with you, then.” Mr. Zhang said with a hearty smile.

Your way down the building was filled with short talks, including of which where he asked you to plainly call him Yixing as the both of you are in the same age. It would be an understatement to describe him as attractive, he’s magnetic - naturally absorbing every attention and respect by everyone graced by his presence. Yet oddly humble despite being aware of his huge presence. Yixing know how enticing he is, yet he doesn’t impose the fact on anyone. Just letting his trait speak for itself.

“Where are you parked?” He asked, suddenly rising from your shared laughters as you both walk out of the building.

“I take a cab to work.” You answered simply as a matter of fact.

“Are you serious?” Yixing responded in shock, “Do they really pay paralegals that low here?”

“No, it’s just that I haven’t had time yet to renew my license and fix papers for a new car, you know. It’s a hassle.” You explained.

“Lucky you tonight, “cause I’m morally obliged to give you a ride.” He said lightheartedly, his chuckle low and baritone that it just lingers in your ear.

“You don’t need to.” You waved your hands to accentuate your declination, yet the smile on his eyes told you that he’s insisting.

“Who told you I’m taking no for an answer?” And with his bright smile emphasised with his charming dimples, you wouldn’t even dare to say no.

Only a few minutes in the ride, your phone flashed with a text from Junmyeon. Reading that he and Jaejin are out for dinner in a nearby restaurant and that as per your son’s request, both of them are waiting for you.

“You know that Japanese restaurant near the station?” You asked Yixing, to which he answered a simple yes. “Can you drop me off there instead? Someone just texted and I’ll be meeting them there.”

“Sure thing.” He responded with a chuckle, which stirred a confused look from you on the shotgun seat. “I almost thought you’d ask me out for dinner there.”

His implication made you blush, something that you haven’t experienced for a while. “I’m sorry to get your hopes up.” You said with a chuckle rhyming his.

“Too bad for me, I guess.” Another few laughters was all that you shared while he drove silently. Not yet developing a dynamic beyond being coworkers resulted in an odd silent tension between the two of you. As if feeling that both parties want to speak yet not finding the courage to do so.

“How long have you been working in the firm again?” Yixing spoke, finally ending the tormenting ill-at-ease silence.

“Barely three months.” You answered as-a-matter-of-fact.

“That’s odd.” He simply remarked, sensing a sheer curiosity on the tone of his voice. You expressed a simple hum in the guise of an inquiry. “I mean, three months yet as far as I remember this is the first time we talked properly. Aside from you asking me for staples, of course.”

The growing blush on your cheeks finally bloomed when he spoke of that incident. It was the early weeks of your job in the firm, hardly even familiar to everyone in the workplace. Marking probably the first time you noted of Yixing’s existence, his youthful appearance made you think he was just one of the interns or a paralegal. Atty. Goo was a man who values his time, one that is always in a rush that’s why being assigned in his team challenged you. That day, you were running late for work - your cousin who was supposed to take care of Jaejin was a quarter of an hour late arriving at your home. You carried the files, or bundles of paper which aren’t stapled to Atty. Goo’s liking just yet. That’s when you came across him, carrying his leather suitcase and a cup of coffee, just when panic started to kick in.

“Uhm.. Hi!” You waved your right hand as your left hand tightly gripped the bunches of papers, your feet dashing in front of him. “I’m new here, as much as I would like to do a proper introduction Mr. Goo needs these papers almost five minutes ago, so could you be my savior and lend me some staples?” You tried to flash your sweetest smile, maybe charming people would still work.

“Hold a second.” He answered with his pearly white, magazine cover teeth showed. Probably laughing at how ridiculous you look for your new job. He put down his still steaming cup of coffee on the table nearest to the both of you, before scanning his bag for the said tool. Retrieving a few staple pins in his bag a few seconds later. “This enough?”

“Yes! Thank you so much!” You rushed and not-so-carefully put the pages of case files and statements on the same table. Loading your stapler with the pins and organizing the pages by its groups.

The moment you finished the dreaded task, the striking man was long gone by your side. And you quickly rushed to Atty. Goo’s room, politely apologizing for the delay as you laid down the papers at his desk.

It was later that day that you discovered that the man you ambushed for staples earlier was no intern, nor a paralegal. Just outside Atty. Goo’s room, you saw the office that has been unoccupied for the first few days you’ve been there at the firm. They said that Atty. Zhang was back at China for personal reasons. And now he’s obviously back, and missing a few staple pins in his arsenal.

“Don’t bring that back! Please.” You covered your face from his sight with your left hand in embarrassment. “It was so awkward for me to talk to you afterwards.”

“It wasn’t a big deal, really. I found it oddly adorable, even.” Yixing noted. “I mean, I don’t look that old enough to be one of the lawyers, don’t I?” He said, a notion of cockiness evident in his statement.

And he was just being truthful, the firm was filled by tenured and accomplished lawyers already in their 50’s. It was a shock to learn that he was among them. A tall, singularly handsome and well versed young lawyer already making his mark in the city.

“This is the place, isn’t it?” He pointed to the right, a remarkably cosmopolitan Japanese restaurant in the wealthiest areas of Seoul. “Are you going on a date? This seems to be too extravagant for a simple dinner. Expensive taste.”

“It’s not a date. Easy to say that this person I’m meeting is a little bit too loaded in their bank account.” You said lightheartedly, to which Yixing also responded with a light laughter. “Thanks for the ride, Yixing.”

Before your hand even opened the door, he was able to hold you back by speaking again. “I was wondering if I could keep my hopes up and actually take you out for dinner some time.”

Your eyes almost widened at his indication. “Is this dinner in line of work or…”

“A date? Most preferably so.” He answered as his fingers lightly played with the steering wheel, signifying uneasiness or even nervousness.

“Oh.”

“Does that oh means you acknowledge my statement or does it indicate that you’re declining the proposal?” Yixing’s choice of words made you feel like a defendant in inquisition.

“It meant that oh, I didn’t expect to be in the receiving end of such proposal. But I’ll keep the offer in mind.” You playfully reciprocated his legalese tone.

“How long would the processing take?” Yixing asked back.

“Three working days.”

“Noted, see you on Friday?” He replied, understanding what you meant quicker than lightning. He flashed his charmingly irresistible smile yet again that made you flash one in return.

“See you, Atty. Zhang.”

The dinner was spent with Jaejin’s juvenile astonishment over the fact that fish can be eaten raw. Despite the fact that you haven’t allowed him to eat sashimi just yet, he was already looking forward on the day you’ll let him do so, settling on a good bowl of traditional and expensive ramen. And it’s in these times that you realize how close the two have gotten. How Jaejin and Junmyeon would share inside jokes that would leave you wondering on your own. The fact that the two already have bonded this tight relationship between the two of them that no one can penetrate. And that’s still in spite of Jaejin’s lack of knowledge regarding who Junmyeon really is in his life.

And you’d be lying if you don’t admit to yourself that your life has been easier with Junmyeon in it again. You don’t even have to work the long hours just to make sure that you’ll be able to save enough money for Jaejin’s future while still making all ends meet. Junmyeon already opened a trust fund under your son’s name. The hassle of looking for someone to take care of him while at work was now long gone, with Jaejin having his own sitters that Junmyeon grew up with himself. He was already taking the majority of the parental roles even before he was formally introduced as his father.

“Goodnight, Mama. I love you.” Jaejin declared with a youthful smile on his face just after he finished his nightly prayer. To which you answered the same sentiments before kissing his forehead and eventually walking out of the room.

It was agreed upon you and Junmyeon for you to take the guest room. As Jaejin is now old enough to sleep on his own. And your habitual over time at work could cause a sense of discomfort to Jaejin if he’s still dependent at your presence for sleep.

You were stunned to see Junmyeon standing outside Jaejin’s room after you shut the door. “Oh, Hi.”

“Hey.” He answered thriftily. A few seconds have passed and nobody dared to talk, and all you were able to muster was raising your eyebrows.

“Who were you with earlier?” Junmyeon asked curiously.

“Huh? What?” You didn’t quite catch what he was pertaining to.

“Who dropped you off earlier? I recognized that a Tesla was too extra to be just a cab.” You tried to sense any hint of emotion in his voice yet it just came off as a casual question.

“Oh, it was someone from work.” You started walking, your steps rhyming with the cadence of his feet.

“Workmate or… you know, someone.” He stalled, and you understand the connotation.

“Workmate that kind of just expressed that he wanted to take me out on a date. Kinda.” You couldn’t help but chuckle as you remember that Yixing, an eligible bachelor as one could get, has just asked you out on a date.

“So.. are you going?” Junmyeon’s eyes shrunk in curiosity.

“Yeah. I mean he’s nice, undoubtedly attractive. Would be dumb to not give him a shot don’t you think?” You replied, still wearing a smile on your face.

“I mean, you look excited. So I guess why not.” Junmyeon smiled back, but something in your guts just told you that it was visibly forced.

“We wouldn’t have a problem with us having relationships right?” You tested the waters, as this relationship - cohabitation, coparenting, or whatever the two of you shared surely need to be clarified with bounds soon.

“Yeah, yeah. No worries. We could go both live our lives, of course with Jaejin as priority.”

“Of course. Another thing, I don’t think this would last much anyway. He doesn’t know yet that I have a son, whatever this is would probably end once he knows. I’ll just consider it as a dry run whether or not I still have it in me to be something for someone.” You continued as both of you approached the hallway where you would eventually part ways.

“If he does that, it means he’s an asshole. And it will be his loss, his great loss.” Junmyeon smiled briefly and noticeably faint.

You cleaned your hands on the apron that hung on your neck, dusting its material with a good amount of flour. Finally lining the pan with butter before pouring in the mix and eventually letting nature do its thing once you put it inside the preheated oven. Sitting on the chair at the kitchen island and a lonesome red juicy apple in hand, you just let yourself to detach from reality as you relaxed. The piling paperwork slowly creeping up your sanity, and your only solace was Jaejin’s hugs at night - and maybe the few jubilant smiles that you and Yixing share at work.

The past two days saw a rise of interactions between the two of you. Earlier, he even dropped by your desk to give a thoughtful warm cup of coffee when he saw you taking piles of papers head on. And Yixing’s brand new presence is your life is refreshing. To relinquish that juvenile feeling of excitement is a good thing to feel every once in a while, and for you it’s really been a while.

“How’s parent life with ex holding up?” Your quiet thoughts were invaded by a man who you didn’t notice sit in front of you.

“Minseok. I didn’t see you there.” You said, your widened eyes by shock looking at his feline features.

“I could tell, pretty sure that apple’s gone dizzy from rolling over your hands too much.” He joked, where you answered a laugh to. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen you. How’s things?”

“Well, obviously a lot has changed since you’ve last seen me.” And the last time he has seen you, aside from the unfateful meeting at the mall, was more recent than anyone would expect.

“Yeah, I mean he walks now.” Minseok lightly tapped his fingers on the granite countertop. “Last time I saw him he still needs to be carried everywhere.” You just smiled at the thought, before he continued. “And the biggest change could be the fact that Jun knows now.”

“Probably the biggest change.” You replied.

The scorching heat of Los Angeles hasn’t gotten into your system yet. Your palms and back sweaty and tired from carrying all the grocery bags which you held with much caution. You’re body’s carrying too much, all these produce, milk cartons, and of course the baby that’s growing in your stomach. Struggling to put down the bags as you couldn’t quickly squat, you curse yourself again for deciding to go through this alone.

“Need some help?” An oddly familiar voice presented itself beside you, making a chill run down your spine. He couldn’t be here, he shouldn’t be here.

“Minseok…” You said in shock, your hands quickly lowering the grocery bags in an attempt to hide your 20 weeks pregnant stomach.

“Let me get that, Y/N.” He stepped forward as he softly retrieved the grocery bags from your hands. Your stunned figure unable to protest nor to say anything. “Could you open your door now?”

“Yeah…” You answered with a nod, still unable to process his presence while getting your keys from your shoulder bag.

Still silent, you both entered your small apartment. Barely decent enough for the way you were brought up. But this is all that you have now, and it’s better than nothing. The past four months were the hardest for you. A twenty two year old expectant mother cut off by her influential family and left alone to live and make ends meet in a foreign land. Tough luck, tough life, you thought.

“Where should I put these milk, in the fridge or…” Minseok asked yet you’re quick to cut him off.

“Did he send you here?” You looked in his easily distinguishable eyes, now painted with imminent confusion. “Junmyeon, did he send you here?”

“Send me? I’m not his employee.” He answered with a short almost humorless laugh. “I’ve been in LA for business the past few weeks. Didn’t expect to see you while doing groceries, found a familiar face, so I trailed you down. Too creepy?”

“Does he know?” You asked, not bothering with the small courtesies as you were more nervous of the possibilities of finding him here.

“Where you’re at? Probably. He probably still keeps track of you.” Your breath hitched at Minseok’s response. “That you’re pregnant? I highly doubt. If he does, he wouldn’t let you live alone in this barely modest apartment.”

Your hand uncontrollably caressed your bump, a sense of protectiveness flowing all over you. “Would you tell him?”

“Not if you don’t want me to.” There was sincerity in his voice, and you know Minseok is a man of his words. “Junmyeon is my friend, but you are too.”

He slowly walked over your form that just sat on the sofa. “But first you need to make me understand why you left him and why you’re living in this…” He looked around the bare white walls, the undeniable lack of furnishings and decor “..sad excuse for a home, with no offense meant.”

“Suho.” You dryly answered with almost a whisper, folds forming in his face in your response. “I didn’t leave Junmyeon. I left Suho. Whatever he is, I don’t want my son to do anything with him.”

“You know, don’t you?” You asked him again even before he was able to form any answer.

“I…” He started off, still processing any suitable answer. “I am aware of that, yes.” He slowly nodded, finally sitting down the uncomfortable wooden chair in front of you. “How did you…”

“Your friend was stupid enough to leave a folder full of transactions where I could read it.” You answered bitterly, still unable to accept the harsh truth behind the man you so dearly loved.

“Does he know that you… know?” Minseok was obviously careful in choosing his words, not wanting to upset a pregnant friend.

“You think I’ll be here if he’s aware that I know his dirty secret?” You said with a humorless laugh. “I don’t think I’d even be alive if so.”

“Come on, it’s not the best money maker but Junmyeon wouldn’t kill you. Not in a million years.” You just responded by shaking your head. “But, why are you here? And why in a place like this? I mean, it’s nice that you’re independent. But… isn’t this a little too low for your taste?”

“My parents cut me off when they discovered I’m pregnant. I begged them not to tell Junmyeon, had to make an excuse in my own expense just for them to not to lash it out on him. Told them the baby wasn’t his, a result of a drunken one night stand at a high end bar. Told me I was a disgrace for letting such a man as Junmyeon go, called me a whore for being pregnant with a random stranger. So I guess here I am.” A bitter taste still lingers in your mouth as you relayed what hell you’ve went through.

“But you don’t need to go through all of these, you could tell Junmyeon and..” You decided to cut him off even before he finishes his ill advice.

“And have my child live off the money he makes by breaking the law and ruining people’s lives? I’d rather stay here, Min.” You stated, not even considering to bend your moral compass.

He just sat there, an uncomfortable silence grew between the two of you as he struggled to digest the information. Minseok looked as if he’s thinking for an advice he could give or any action he could take.

“I wouldn’t tell Junmyeon, I wouldn’t tell anyone in one condition.” He finally spoke, which you just nodded for him to proceed. “Let me help you. You’re still my friend, and Junmyeon is my friend, it would be rightful for me to help your child. I can’t let you stay here knowing a baby is on the way.”

“Another thing, you couldn’t stay here any longer. Junmyeon probably has his men tracked on you, and you need to lose them before your belly grows too much to hide. I know a place.”

Minseok kept in contact with you, and he kept his promise too. There has hardly been any indication that Junmyeon was aware of your whereabouts, or the fact that he knocked you up. Minseok was even the one to help you arrange fees in the hospital when you gave birth. He’s an heir to a trademarked coffee shop line that has hundreds of branches so you took no guilt in accepting his offer.

“We kinda lost contact after Jaejin turned two. What happened?” He asked, swirling the contents of his glass making a sound of ice and water splashing around.

“Found a guy, he served as Jaejin’s father at that time. So I figured that I should cut all possible ties with my ex.” You answered, still playing with the unfortunate apple with your right hand.

“Fair enough, I guess. You could only think of how shocked I am to see you in that mall. I don’t even know that you’re back here. I had no idea that I didn’t even think that child was Jaejin.” He suddenly said lightheartedly.

“Maybe it was inevitable.” You answered with a deep sigh.

“Yeah, it was bound to happen.” He replied back. “But he’s doing a great job as a father now, isn’t he? He’s nailing it.”

“I guess. He and Jaejin are inseparable now.” You said, accompanied by a slight chuckle.

“If it makes any difference…” He started as he stood up from his seat, leaving the now empty glass on the countertop. “The gifts were from Junmyeon. Tricked him with the fact that I signed him up as a foster father overseas to help him recover from you. So that’s pretty much it, until next time.” And with that, he left you alone in the kitchen still waiting for the cake to finish. And wondering about the what ifs and what could’ve beens.

The red-bottomed black stiletto heels that you had for years now fitted your feet perfectly as you cautiously walked down the pathway of an exclusive and undeniably expensive Chinese restaurant. The splendid and effeminate white dress clinging to your body in ways that made you feel confident to be in such a place.

“Reservation under Mr. Zhang?” You told the receptionist that wore a red cheongsam. She asked your name for confirmation before she asked one of the butlers to lead you to one of the distant tables.

And there you saw Yixing Zhang, clad in a wonderfully simple black blazer and white dress shirt. A humble outfit that only made his stature and facial features pop out from feet away. The place was exquisite yet he seemingly outshined all crystal chandeliers and golden adorned walls.

“You look fantastic.” He stood up from his seat as he kissed your hand, a trail of electricity climbing up your cheeks resulting to an unconcealable blush.

“You, too.” You answered as he pulled a seat for you. And they say that chivalry is dead but the epitome of a gentleman was living and breathing in front of you.

“Isn’t this a bit too much?” You whispered, a tad bit ashamed at the immense effort.

“I figured that you have a bit of expensive taste. It’s just right to be on your best foot at the first date, right?” Yixing answered, a smile slowly forming on his face and his eyes adorably forming a smile as he does so.

He willingly and enthusiastically introduced you to a myriad of chinese cuisine. Chatting over his childhood back in his motherland that was sparked in remembrance over the presence of cua pao and char siu. The funny stories of his nameless cat and his fond memories shared with his beloved mother. How he transferred from China to Korea for the better law education, and you just willingly listened and admired how animated his hands become while he speaks about something he’s passionate about. Waving his hands around as he hold his chopsticks makes him seem so alive and vibrant, yet his face still tells a story of seriousness and sincerity as a result of his years of law practice.

“How about you? Why stop on being a paralegal? Haven’t you dreamt of pursuing law school?” Yixing asked with his eyes full of earnest intent to listen. And you feel your mood slip down, if the tables have turned and you’re now the subject, it was inevitable to admit who you really are - a mother. And you’re scared of losing this spark that you’re enjoying once he knows the truth.

“That has been my lifelong dream, honestly. But things came up, change of plans…” You delayed your revelation. It’s not that you’re ashamed of Jaejin, it’s more of being afraid of being deemed unworthy over again.

“What change of plans?” He asked as he wiped the sweet and sour sauce on his lips with the table napkin.

“Got pregnant.” You answered simply, trying to put it lightly.

Yixing visibly stalled in front of you, trying hard to digest the bomb you just dropped. And you understand his shock, it’s not the first time a promising date went downhill by the fact. But it still made you a tad bit sad that Yixing’s not an exception.

“Dealbreaker?” You tried to chuckle. “I’m sorry for dropping the truth a bit too late. This dinner was going well but I couldn’t let it go on without you knowing.” You shook your head.

“What? No! It’s not a dealbreaker. It’s… awesome.” Yixing’s charm filled dimples presented itself yet again while he smiled. “I just… I didn’t expect you to be a mother. You don’t look like one just yet.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” You said with a smile.

“So how old is he.. He or she?” He asked again, and you could feel like he was sincerely interested in talking about Jaejin. “Wait, you’re not married right?”

“Jaejin, my son, is 6 years old. And yes, I’m not married.” You said with a smile.

“I know this is a sensitive subject but, where’s Jaejin’s father?”

“We live with him, just for the past few months. But we’re not together. We’re civil just for the sake of Jaejin.” You explained.

“So, coparenting?” He asked again.

“Yes, I think you could call it like that.” You answered again, and a period of short silence enveloped the two of you before you spoke again. “Is it really okay with you? I mean, I totally understand if it puts you off I-”

“No! I promise it’s not a problem for me. It made me even more interested in you, really. It painted a whole new aspect of you for me, stronger.” Yixing had a happy tone which made you breathe in relief. “Right now I’m just really looking forward on the day I meet Jaejin.”

And it was needless to say that put a smile on your face and lit a new fire in your heart.

“Is this where you live?” Yixing asked as the automated gates of Junmyeon’s mansion open and he started driving in. You answered a silent yup, trying to digest the clashing of worlds, the new one just ever so casually driving his car in the turf of your old. “So this is your ex’s place?”

“Yeah.” You answered with a low breath.

“You’re uncomfortable?” He asked with a chuckle. “Yeah, me too. This is unusual.” He remarked as he parked right at the front of the huge carved wood main doors and the large white marble fountain.

“So, thank you for tonight?” Yixing spoke again. “And I sincerely hope this wouldn’t be the last. I mean it.”

“I don’t think it would be.” You answered comfortably.

Yixing went out of the car and around to your door as he opened it. The manly smell of his perfume overtaking your senses and now your face is only a few inches from his. You could almost feel your face gravitate to his until a voice called your name behind him.

“Junmyeon…” You quickly fixed the way you stood and closed the door of his car. “This is.. This is,” Your hands moved in an awkward way.

“Attorney Zhang.” Junmyeon suddenly muttered, finishing your sentence for himself.

“Mr. Kim, it’s been a while.” And you swear you could feel the tension rise between the two as you stood there mind boggled on the fact that they’re aware of each other’s existence. Like two overlapping circles on a venn diagram.

“You know each other?” You cluelessly asked, head turning back and forth between the two men who had their eyes intensely looking at each other, almost boring a hole at each other’s heads.

“You could say that we have a bit of a history.” Yixing answered, a dry smile trying to facade the growing friction reflected in his eyes.

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