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girlmeetsliv3 · 3 years

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Sandman II

Hyung Line X Reader

Genre: Mystery, Psychological Thriller, Horror

Rated: M

Word Count: 4.2K

Release Date: February 26, 2021 @ 5 p.m. (GMT-5)

“Three years ago, the town was rocked by the disappearance of YN YLN. A bright young girl who had dreams of attending university and becoming a nurse. YN was a kind, shy, studious girl who kept to herself and never caused any troubles associated with teens her age. So imagine her loved ones surprised when she disappears one night from bed - never to be seen again. The strangest part was that all her belongings had been taken, all the photos with her disappeared, and all her social medias deleted. But perhaps most peculiar was the wet sand found at the foot of her bed.”

Warning: Brief mention of death and suicide.

The first words out of Kim Seokjin's mouth when they reached the car, after having been escorted through the back entrance to avoid the press, were "I'm sorry." YN hadn't even known how to react before Seokjin launched into a full-blown ramble, "I'm so sorry about that YN. I just - I have been so worried. We've all been, and we thought you - but now you're here. They didn't even tell us even though we're listed and to just think about how alone you've been. How confused you must feel -"

YN placed her hands on top of his which rested on the shift gear, “It’s okay Jin. I understand.” She smiled at him tenderly before her sister’s words flashed through her mind, ‘Isn’t Seokjin the best?! He’s the only man you can truly rely on.’ Instantly YN took her hands off him, folding them on her lap. Now was not the time to dwell on those things. If Seokjin noticed the sudden shift in the air he didn’t comment on it, simply stating: “You’ve always been so understanding.” Before focusing on the road and turning the engine on, driving away. As they exited the parking lot, YN saw all the vans from the news outlets parked outside. Some she recognized, others she didn’t, but what she did notice was a large sign being held up by one of the reporters. It read: Sandman victim finally returns.

It was as much a shock to me as it was to everyone when Seokjin and I started dating. He wasn’t my type. I can’t say for sure what it was that drew us together - maybe loneliness - or maybe I just liked the way people stared in shock at the fact that someone like him was with someone like me. That didn’t matter though, Seokjin and the others were always there. They were whatever I needed them to be. They would do anything to make me happy, but I wasn’t the only one they treated as special.

When the car approached the front gate of Nagwon villas YN frowned, “Weren’t we going to the hospital?” The thought of being poked and prodded like a rag doll wasn’t a pleasing one, but she knew disappearing for three years and not remembering anything didn’t bode well. The only thing that could give a hint at what she’d endured, and why she’d forgotten, was her body. Seokjin shrugged, “I know you aren’t a big fan of doctors, so I asked Namjoon for a favor.” Namjoon? She wasn't sure she was ready to see Namjoon or any of them for that matter. She hadn't even thought about seeing Jin until he showed up. ‘He’s like something out of a fairy tale, isn’t he? A knight in shining armor.’ YN shook her head, don't think about her or you'll start crying like a child again. Everyone in her family had always called her a crybaby, teased her for not being able to hold her emotions in. Right now, though, she felt less like a newborn and more like an overflowed dam. About to break at any second.

“Are the others going to be there?” Is he going to be there?

“No, Hoseok is out of town. He should be coming back tomorrow though; I wasn’t sure if you wanted him to know you were back but it's all over the news.”

That wasn't who she was talking about and they both knew it. Still, if Seokjin was being ignorant then it was for a reason; so she went along with it. "Shouldn't it be Namjoon's dad?"

Seokjin glanced at her from the corner of his eye, “Namjoons a doctor now, babe. It’ll be him you’re seeing.” Perhaps still sensing her hesitance he continued, “Don’t worry his family has a private practice in their house for situations like this.”

“You’re all still friends?” She asked, looking outside the window at the passing houses. They passed several houses she recognized, having been inside a couple of them. Nagwon kids always threw the best parties; likely due to their houses being huge and the large amounts they could spend on booze. Her sister would always drag YN to one when she was stuck babysitting, at first she’d just sit around on her phone. Things became easier when they started hanging out with the guys though: there was always Hoseok to crack jokes, Namjoon to talk random things about, and Seokjin to offer whatever it was she needed. Yoongi was always there too, but they wouldn’t talk much just sit in silence.

“Of course, why wouldn’t we be? The best of friends.” There was no sarcasm or humor in his voice, he meant it. Maybe he truly didn’t care? Or three years was a long time to hold onto a grudge especially when the two at-fault for their problems disappeared from their lives. That’s probably why. With YN and her sister out of the way, things had gone back to normal for the men. Nonetheless, it felt like nothing between Seokjin and YN had changed, but that couldn't be true. It's been three years. That statement was difficult for her to wrap her head around, but it didn’t make it any less true. It had been three years and yet Seokjin acted like they hadn’t spent a single day apart. Her mind filled with questions and doubts, so much so she couldn’t help but ask.

“Did we hang out the night I disappeared?”

Seokjin took his hands off the wheel, she hadn’t even noticed the car had stopped, the look he gave her was a mixture of incredulity and hurt. “No, we didn’t. You told me you didn’t want to see me again.” His voice was tense, ears getting red the way they did whenever he was upset. “Don’t you remember?”

I did tell him that. She hadn't meant it of course, but YN tended to lash out when she felt cornered. Thinking back now, she remembered her cruel words how she had blamed Seokjin for something that was both their fault. The pain on his face and the desperation in his tone as he begged for her to forgive him, only for YN to kick him out and shut the door.

"I forgot. I'm sorry, Jin." She pressed her fingers into her palm, hoping the pain would take things off her mind.

“Hey.” Jin’s fingers gently gripped the bottom of her chin, “It’s okay. I forgive you, let’s just not talk about it again okay?” He pressed a quick kiss to the side of her head.

YN breathed deeply before unlocking the door and getting out. The Kim's large beige mansion stared down at her - it was the first time she’d been there, and the nerves were eating her up. Namjoon will probably have a lot of questions too. She had barely managed to get through one of Officer Taehyung’s questions before having a panic attack, YN had no idea how she would brave against Namjoon. With nerves clouding her senses she failed to notice the black motorcycle parked on the curve, slightly obscured by the shrubs. Had she YN would have avoided walking into a trap.

"Heard you got your ass whooped by Min." Jungkook laughed, as he sat on the edge of Taehyung's desk. "Did he take you over his knee and make you count to ten?" At that, a couple of others nearby chuckled. Taehyung rolled his eyes, "If he hears you, he'll take you over his knee." Jungkook shoved him softly, though 'softly' in this case meant Taehyung almost fell off his chair. Deciding to ignore him this time, he focused once again on the small font on his computer. Several minutes passed before Jungkook spoke again, "Is this about YN? If you're looking through the case files you won't find anything useful. Trust me, everyone in this room has gone through it multiple times."

There was a reason there was press lined up outside, nothing sold quite like a morbid story. ‘Girl disappears from her bed in the middle of the night with no trace behind’ had a nice hook to it. Taehyung had already been in the academy when it happened, but he was still shocked - especially once he found out it had happened in his hometown. Nothing ever happened in this town, they called it paradise for a reason. Yet someone had broken into the YLN family home and stolen a girl straight from her bed, nothing left behind but a bit of wet sand.

“It doesn’t hurt to look again, plus now we might get somewhere that she’s back. Find out who did it.” Taehyung scrolled down and started looking at all the pictures, he’d have to swing by the evidence locker later to see what they still had left physically.

“I’m just surprised the sister didn’t do it, given everything -”

Taehyung spun around quickly in his chair, “Don’t say that. Minsuh loved that kid, she’d never do anything to hurt her.”

“Yeah well that’s not what I heard,” Jungkook said matter-of-factly. “I know it isn’t good to speak ill of the dead, but Minsuh wasn’t as dignified as her name suggested.”

Taehyung turned away from the young cop, “Look you’re wasting my time and I have to focus on this case. YN’s going to come back tomorrow and we need to build a timeline, can’t do that without all the facts so just go away.”

Jungkook sighed, “Sorry man. I know the two of you were close,” Jungkook had seen how uncomfortable Taehyung had gotten when YN brought up him dating her sister. “But you know I’m not the only one that thinks so. Regardless, everyone knows it's not true now so there’s that.”

It doesn’t matter, Taehyung wanted to say, she died with everyone in this town thinking she was a murderer. Nothing will ever change that. Instead, he remained quiet, eyes focused on the computer screen. Gaze focused intensely on the pictures of YN’s bedroom as if they would wield together a logical story that would explain where she’d been this whole time.

Everyone in school had a crush on Namjoon. Smart Namjoon. Sweet Namjoon. Dimpled cheeks Namjoon. Girls and guys would swoon over him, talking about how they would love to feel his chest or sit on his thighs. They were all fools. Ah, yes, Kim Namjoon may look harmless but it's always the quiet ones you have to look out for.

It truly was a private practice, equipped with all sorts of equipment one might find in a typical emergency room. YN wondered why they would ever need something like that. Maybe high clientele? Though the closest things to celebrities that lived in this town were both Seokjin and Namjoon's families, then Jung's, and the Min's. Namjoon wasn't there when they first arrived but appeared quickly enough, the gentle smile on his face reminded YN of simpler times. "How are you?" It dawned on her then that was the first time she'd been asked the question. She'd been plagued by 'where were you?' 'how are you alive?' and 'I'm sorrys' since she'd woken up. No one ever thought to ask how she was.

“I’ve been better.” YN answered softly, afraid that if she spoke anymore, she would break down again. The men in the room seemed to read between the lines without her elaborating further. Seokjin squeezed her hand, “Well, I’ll give you two some privacy. I’ll be right outside if anything happens, okay?” Before YN could respond Jin once again kissed her forehead before walking away. Leaving her alone in the stark white room with Namjoon, who leaned against a medical bed. His left hand patting the space beside him, “Let’s talk YN.” She grimaced slightly. “You’re in a safe space YN. You know me I would never do anything to hurt you and Seokjin is right outside if you need him. We’re your family.”

Family. They had been a sort of family, the five of them: always hanging out, sharing stories, meals, and memories. It didn't matter that she was much younger or that the only reason she was tolerated was that Minsuh was dating Seokjin. They had always been kind, always been loving, always been there. Even when her actual family wasn't. They’re all I’ve got… at least until dad comes. Once she sat down the doctor offered a genuine smile, it reminded her of all the times the two would stay up late studying at the library. A warmth that eased away from the chill she'd had all day lead to the first genuine smile on her face, “Thanks Namjoon.”

“I told you to call me Joon remember?” His broad shoulder playfully brushed YN’s, before he began conducting his examinations.

“You know being clandestine isn’t your strong suit.” Kim Seokjin leaned against the black LeoVince Racer waiting for his friend to exit from the back of Namjoon's private practice. Min Yoongi looked like he hadn't slept for days and had the corners of his lips turned upward in a way that was half-way between a snarl and a smirk. "I'd beg to differ." Yoongi responded, approaching the man as he adjusted white medical papers into his jacket's hidden pockets.

Seokjin eyed them carefully, “If you’re caught with those you could face serious trouble.”

Yoongi laughed, “Who’s going to catch me? The sheriff?”

Seokjin rolled his eyes, empty threats and warnings weren’t going to change anything. “What do the papers say?” He tried to grab them, but Yoongi blocked his hand easily. Maneuvering Seokjin off his bike so he could get on it.

"Ask the doc or her. She doesn't keep secrets from you." Yoongi's eyes were cold and his voice lacked the playfulness present before. Seokjin knew better than to press his buttons any further, "Go before she sees you." Not that it mattered much, YN would be face to face with all of them soon - a reunion was inevitable. Nonetheless, Yoongi was a sore spot for her; the more Seokjin could delay their meeting the more things could go according to plan.

“So you’re officially a doctor?” YN asked as Namjoon finished up drawing the last of her blood. They'd done all types of x-rays, physical, and psychological examinations to check her well-being. No words had been shared between the two, but the silence was beginning to bother her.

“Well, yes and no. Still must finish my residency, but I have most of the hours done.” Namjoon replied nonchalantly.

Whenever the subject had come up before Namjoon had dreaded having to take over the family business, feeling it was a role he was being pushed into. Guess things have changed. “I thought you didn’t want to be a doctor.”

He shrugged in response, “I guess I finally understood why my dad loved it so much. Medicine, biology, psychology, chemistry are all things that are useful.”

“You became a doctor became because it was useful? That doesn’t make much sense.” YN chuckled as Namjoon placed a bandage on the inside of her arm. He chose not to reply immediately, instead, holding up a lollipop that was inside his pocket. She took it with little thought. “Little makes sense in life. Human beings are just inherent paradoxes.” Minsuh always said that. It was one of the things the two sisters never agreed on. Minsuh always argued that people could still technically be considered ‘good’ no matter what they did. YN disagreed. Can’t do bad things and still be a good person. Namjoon clapped his hands together, signaling they were done and proceeded to help YN off the bed.

“Thanks, Joon.” She shot him a smile which she hoped looked more sincere than it felt. Though tensions didn’t run as high with Namjoon as they did with the others, it didn’t mean it was smooth sailing. Namjoon, like always, understood exactly what she meant and didn’t push. “Of course, YN. Anything for you.” With the promise her results would be ready in a couple of days, he sent her back on her way.

When she exited Seokjin was waiting outside with a furrow on his brow. Now what? YN didn’t know where else to go from here, what else to do, it felt like she’d hit a roadblock. I could go back home. Was that place even home anymore? Without her family, furniture, memories – could she return, or would it be too painful? Was she even allowed to return? It had looked abandoned when she’d been inside, so certainly YN wasn’t trespassing.

“It’s okay YN. You can stay at mine until we figure something out. I wouldn’t want you out of my sight anyway, it’s dangerous.”

It didn’t sit right with her to rely on Seokjin so much – or be under the same roof as him – but she would be lying if she said it didn’t ease her anxiety. “You’ve already done so much. I couldn’t ask that of you.” Her hands were shaking as she said the words, but even if she wanted to say yes immediately. YN couldn’t be selfish.

“No, I haven’t. Trust me.”

Before YN could ask what he meant Seokjin took hold of her wrist gently pulling her to the car.

Jung Hoseok. Lovely Hoseok. Funny Hoseok. Sweet Hoseok. The boy whose smile lights up the sky and everyone just gravitates towards him. No one could ever dislike him. Mr. Popular always putting others before himself. Dear sweet Hobi is an angel sent from heaven, but he isn’t as innocent as he seems. People tend to forget Lucifer was god’s favorite before he fell from the sky.

“Honestly was it really necessary to put on this whole show?” Hoseok wiggled his wrists causing the handcuffs to jingle against the table. Taehyung’s face remained stoic as he proceeded to read from the file. “A bit strange isn’t that YLN YN returns when you just so happen to out of town, Mr. Jung.” His eyebrow arched highly, Hoseok would’ve laughed if not for the situation he was in. “No it isn’t. I take a family trip around this time every single year detective. I told this to the sheriff three years ago and I’ll repeat this now.” He leaned forward the mirth gone from his mouth, “I had nothing to do with what happened to YN. I wouldn’t hurt her or anyone else for that matter.” Hoseok sighed, leaning back on the uncomfortable chair. “Look officer, I know its procedure and the prime suspect is always the boyfriend, but it wasn’t me.”

Even if Taehyung doubted that with every fiber of his being, he had nothing else to go off on. Jung Hoseok’s alibis were airtight, had always been, not to mention it would be extremely out of character for him to harm a bug – much less orchestrate something to this degree. It had been reckless to ask for him to be picked up from the city, but today had been a long day and there were just too many coincidences for the investigator to ignore. “Very well Mr. Jung. You’re free to go but I suggest you don’t leave town on another family vacation any time soon.” He reached towards his belt, taking out the keys and uncuffing Hoseok. Taehyung was on a tight schedule anyway; it would only be a matter of time before the sheriff returned from his lunch break. Seeing his son’s best friend in handcuffs would only cause Taehyung to be even more reprimanded.

With the cuffs off him, Hoseok stood up, stretching his lithe limbs. "You used to call me Hyung remember? Back when you were desperate for Minsuh and you to be a thing." Taehyung recalled having felt the need to please her friends to get her to look twice at him. Where’s this coming from? Hoseok looked down at him with cold eyes, "You know we never blamed you for how you reacted to things ending Tae. Heartbreak can make a man go crazy after all." The tension in the room was palpable when suddenly a smile broke out on Hoseok's face. "Sorry, it was silly of me to bring that up. We were all kids after all." With that he walked away from the desk and opened the door, turning around just enough to wink at Taehyung before the door closed completely.

Hoseok felt his phone vibrate inside his pants and rolled his eyes, without even looking he knew who it was. Taking the phone out, he swiped right and immediately spoke. “Yah, you won’t believe what just fucking happened. Where are you anyway?”

“Sorry it isn’t much.” Seokjin apologized as he handed YN the pile of clothes. “Tomorrow we’ll go shopping for essentials.” YN shook her head, “Thanks, I don’t need much. My dad shouldn’t take too long in coming to get me anyway.” She placed the clothes on the banister in the bathroom, content to finally be able to shower and become clean. It had been a long day, some soap and water might not wash the pain away, but she could pretend it would. There was another thing weighing on her mind, a thought that would simply not go away. For as kind as Seokjin had always been with her, even he had his limits. This behavior felt a bit out of character with the person she knew – the one she remembered.

“Why are you doing all this Jin?”

The man in question froze as if stunned, "What do you mean?" His dark brows furrowed, his lips turning down into a grimace.

“Going to see me, Namjoon, letting me stay over. All of this,” she gestured to the bathroom which had been prepared with candles, bath bombs, and calming music. It’s out of character for you. Kim Seokjin had never really been the romantic type, caring yes, but not sentimental. “Is it out of guilt?” Is it out of pity? YN may not remember what happened the night she disappeared, but that summer would forever remain ingrained in her head. "Do you blame yourself for what happened?" Or are you doing this because you feel responsible? Which one was it? Maybe all of them combined?

Seokjin ran a hand through his hair, “Yes.” Without elaborating anymore, he walked out of the bathroom shutting the door behind him.

When YN walked out of the bathroom she felt much better. All of the day’s events had worn her thin and she was ready to head straight to bed, but not without seeking Seokjin out and confronting him. Yes? Yes, to what exactly? Everything? She hadn’t been able to find the house slippers she’d borrowed, so she traveled through the house and down the stairs barefoot. Barely making any sound. She could hear loud audio coming from the living room and voices on the other side where the library was. Though she could recognize Seokjin as one of the voices, her feet dragged her to the living room, nonetheless. Deeming it better to wait until he was done than interrupting what sounded like an important conversation.

The couch had been changed into a leather sectional angled towards the screen as had more of the décor. It looked less like a family home and more like a bachelor pad now if YN was honest. Seokjin the bachelor. He had always had someone attached to his side whether it be a dancer, cheerleader, private school girl, and eventually her sister. What about you? YN shook her head, wanting the thought to disappear as quickly as it had appeared. The television distracted her once she picked up on what was being said. It was a newsreel showing a bleached blonde with shiny hair and pouty lips holding a microphone. Behind him was YN’s home, or what used to be, in the dead of the night it looked eerie. After basic introductions the news anchor began speaking:

“Three years ago, the town was rocked by the disappearance of YN YLN. A bright young girl who had dreams of attending university and becoming a nurse. YN was a kind, shy, studious girl who kept to herself and never caused any troubles associated with teens her age. Imagine her loved ones surprised when she disappears one night from bed - never to be seen again. The strangest part was that all her belongings had been taken, all the photos with her present disappeared, and all her social medias were deleted. Perhaps most peculiar was the only substantial evidence found by investigators was wet sand found at the foot of her bed.”

“Try as they investigators could find nothing that could tell them what had happened to YN. Then a year later tragedy struck once more when on the anniversary of YN’s disappearance, YLN Minsuh – her older sister - took her and her mother’s life in a murder suicide. YN’s father who was present that night managed to survive. Many people took this to be an admission of guilt on the sister’s part, for the two had never had the best relationship. Though with no note, the case had no choice to remain open. Thankfully for a miracle would occur. Almost three years to the day, YN has returned to the exact spot of her disappearance. Residents and audiences nationally are overjoyed, and hope justice can now be served. Stay tuned as this tragic twisted tale continues to unfold. We’ll now switch back over to Bo for sports.”

A piercing wail left YN’s mouth as she collapsed to the floor. Immediately, she was scooped off the ground into a warm embrace. “Jin?” She cried, but when she met the eyes of her savior the round hazel she was expecting was instead met with sharp feline ones. "Yoongi?!"

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smilingleoo · 3 years

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He tells Y/N he kissed a girl when he was drunk- PJM Drabble Pt.2

Request: can u do a part 2 of He tells Y/N he kissed a girl when he was drunk plsss🥺 i love your writing so much

Warnings: slight angst

Author’s Note: thank you! I love writing for you guys 🥺 hope you like it, I did it with a happy ending this time. Too much angst for me lol. Enjoy!!

Pt.1 Pt.2

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He was devastated to say the least.

A month had gone by since your breakup and it was killing him. The boys had demanded an explanation for his sloppy dance moves, cold expressions and aloof attitude. They were concern and extremely worried. They hadn’t seen you around lately and, mostly Yoongi, had suspected that something was not right between the both of you-“I cheated. Remember the night we went out to have some drinks because of the award? I might have drunk too much and...I made out with another girl. I returned home and blurted it out.”

Namjoon was the first one to react, of course, telling him he had been irresponsible and irrational. Jimin knew it, had known it since he left the apartment you both shared, and blamed himself for it daily. The next one to scold him was Min Yoongi, surprisingly. He was a little bit more subtle but straightforward anyways-“Y/N did everything for you, Jimin-ah. Why?”

Jimin had asked himself that question too. He hadn’t found a proper answer yet, and he feared he never would. Did he really wanted to kiss another person so desperately? Either way, he had lost and he doubted you’d give him a second chance-“I don’t know...I wish I had an answer to that.”

“I’ve talked to her”-Taehyung added-“She’s doing well. She told me she had a hard time getting over you and that maybe she’s rethinking everything. Maybe you should talk to her, Jimin-ah.”

A slight punge of hope punctured his chest as he fished for his phone, browsing through his contacts until he stopped on your name. The letter shone brightly on his screen while he analyzed his movements, every breath he took calculated and cold. Should he call you? He opted for the safer choice and decided that sending you a message would be more appropiate.

Your screen flashed automatically when Jimin’s text arrived. His name was still saved with a cute heart and a pig since both loved eating so much. Even though you had made it your priority to forget him, Jimin was always stuck in your constant daydream. You though about him and his stupidly charming smile or his adorable way of taking care of you. He had loved showing you off to the other members, bragging about how awesome you were and how flawless you looked every second of every day.

You still loved him, of course.

But your pride was just so damn big that you had buried those feelings deep within your soul. Until now.

Hello, Y/N. How’s everything going?

Hi, Jimin. Everything’s fine, hbu?

Your finger pads began sweating as you watched how his contact name had ‘typing’ underneath. You tried to distract yourself by scrolling through other social media but, as soon as he finished the text, you clicked on it.

Everything’s fine too. I was wondering if we could talk. I know we ended our relationship a while ago now but I’d like for us to have a proper chance to talk things through. I won’t insist if you don’t want to...I just thought it’d be nice.

You hesitated, thumbs fidgeting over each other while trying to form a coherent response in your head. What should you say? You knew that if you turned him down, he wouldn’t bug you anymore. At first, it sounded nice to finally forget about Park Jimin for once but, after some serious consideration, you weren’t sure if that’s what you’d prefer.

I guess we can grab a coffe someday.

His response came in right away.

Great! How about tomorrow?

Yeah, I’m free. Same place at 17 O’Clock?

Same place at 17 O’Clock.

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The beige coat hung lossely from your shoulders as you warmed up your freezing hands with some leather gloves you had purchased some month ago. You knew Korea’s winter could be extremely cold, but you had underestimated the temperature just a little bit. It was too late to realize, though, and the chilling wind made nothing to sooth your stoic limbs.

A small smile crossed your lips as the little coffe shop you had visited so much with Jimin suddenly appeared. It was as cozy as it had been before; snuggled in between two giant building that doubled it in height. The twin windows on either side of the main door radiated a yellow-ish light from within inviting you to step in, order a warm cappuccino and relax from the heavy thoughts that had been running through your mind the whole day.

Jimin was there when you gathered up enough courage to jump inside the shop. He had booked your usual spot further into the room, with enough lightning to see each other’s features but also dim to have that intimacy that you’d only felt with him. Something in your stomach sprung when his eyes spotted yours from miles away. He waved his hand slightly while a silly smile accompanied his invitation. You felt clumsy all of a sudden, as if your legs had forgotten how to properly walk, and you stumbled through some empty chair before finally plopping down in front of him.

You noticed he had ordered your usual drink and a fuzzy feeling took over you senses when you realized how well he knew you-“You look beautiful”

You stiffened.

“Oh, sorry. It’s just...I didn’t mean to be disrespectful-”-he mumbled.

“Don’t worry”-you chirped in-“You weren’t. You look great too. How’re the boys doing?”

“They’re as annoying as ever”-he chuckled-“They miss you, though. I miss you...”

“I miss them too”-you-“I miss you too.”

Jimin couldn’t believe what he heard but he played it cool, he needed to know your emotions for sure. The date went on; treats being bought, laughs being shared and memories being built once again. You couldn’t believe how much you had missed being with Jimin and he for sure couldn’t get a grasp on it too.

“I think we should go”-he laughed-“The lady over there has been glaring at us for more than ten minutes straight. I think she might want to kick us out.”

“I noticed her too!”-you exclaimed as you hanged your purse over you shoulder-“I though I was being paranoic.”

Although you knew you needed to part your own ways, you just wanted to stay a little longer with him. You wanted to freeze time just a while longer to appreciate properly the man by your side. His freshly dyed hair glinting under the fading sunlight accompanying that faint pink blush from the day’s cold breeze and his beautiful smile. Everything about him was so delicate yet sharp and you just could describe the image as an absubrd contradiction.

A paradox.

“Do you have more time?”-you blurted out-“Maybe we can go for a walk, there’s a park nearby.”

He checked his phone-not really looking for anything since he would have complied anyways-and nodded afterwards. The walk towards the park was quiet yet it wasn’t uncomfortable at all. The streets were busy, as usual, but Jimin made it feel as if the both of you were the only ones on Earth.

Jimin guided you through and archway made by still trees intertwining their branches like the hands of young lovers. His pale hand was dangling by his side, urging you to take it on your own, but you weren’t sure.

Not until he spoke.

“I can’t live without you, Y/N”-he mumbled-“I tried to but it’s impossible. I’m lost without you and I can’t fathom the image of you being with someone else. It’s selfish, I know. It’s selfish because I want to see you happy. You deserve to be happy. But I want to be the one whose responsible of it. I want to be blessed with that opportunity. Please, I know I’ve let you down but I promise I’ll work to be the best for you. I love you.”

His eyes became watery mid confession but you found it endearing rather than annoying. How his voice cracked or how his lip shivered contributed to his purity and honesty, so the uncertainty of being lied to wasn’t even there.

“I...”-your voice came out as a soft yet firm echo-“I can live without you.”

Jimin’s eyes widened. His heart cracked and his hopes vanished from his insecure soul. Had he caused you so much pain?

“Y/N please don’t-”

“I can live without you, Park Jimin”-you continued-“But I don’t want to. The time we weren’t together gave me space to think things through. I became a whole new person; I could indeed get to know me better. I’ve always been so devoted to other, never being true to myself and my desires. This time I had to just be with me made me realize I can be selfish and it doesn’t need to be entirely wrong. Because right now, I want to kiss you and I want to be with you. I want to be selfish and let my pride fall for once. Because I love you and you make me happy and I deserve to be happy.”

“Then be selfish”-he sighed-“An fucking kiss me.”

His lips were soft-softer than you remembered-like falling petals of a blossoming rose or shining clouds on a sunny winter day. They reminded you of warmth and comfort. His limbs found heir way to your waist, tugging you closer to his chest. Your pressed one palm over his cheek while the other tangled itself in his soft locks.

You never wanted to let go.

He never wanted to let go.

Not again.

Not anymore.

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alexlabhont · 4 years

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I didn’t mean to fall in love with you

Chapter Seven

Book: Queen B - Choices (Universe)

Pairing: Poppy Min-Sinclair x Trans!Male MC (Beck Hughes)

Genre: Canon re-write (Because I can)

Rating: Everybody’s in!

Tags: @dopeyouth (If anyone want to be tagged in, just tell me)

This is me trying to write by and for the Trans community, specially FTM community, meaning, trans guys, but I actually took the liberty to use They/them pronouns for everyone out there who´s interested (Also, the name Beck was the most neutral one I could find, trying to use the cannon Bea Hughes)

CHAPTERS

Previously

ONE-SHOTS

Just a dance (Zoey x MC)

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“Hello?”

“Beck?” Zoey’s voice through the phone sounded scared, her walking was so strong and fast that they could hear it through the handset. It sounded as if she was running, actually. “I heard what happened. That miserable… How are you? Are you at the nursing? I’m going right now”

“No, I’m… I'm not really there…” Shit, they forgot to tell her their whereabouts… now it would be awkward.

“Did that prick send you to hospital?! God, I swear I'm killing him when I see him!”

“No. I'm not at the hospital neither…”

“Where are you, then?” Zoey was confused.

Ok, their time has come…

“I’m in Poppy's room.”

Silence. Beck could almost see her face of surprise and shock as if they were there in front of her.

“What?”

Beck waited, not knowing what to say, feeling a lot awkward.

“Ok, now I'm definitely going.”

“No!” They said quickly, hurting their rib accidentally. “Ouch!... Ouch... ouch... Please don't come…”

“And why not? Are you afraid I'll be making her uncomfortable?” Zoey ironized, making Beck sigh… Ha! They wish. It only took them to stretch their arm with their phone in that hand to make Zoey understand why she shouldn’t come.

“I WANT HIM EXPELLED! I want him so fucking far away from us that Google maps can’t be able to find him!”

“Oh my God, is that Poppy?”

“Yes…”

“I don’t pay you for making stupid questions! Just do it! Make it happen!”

The first thing Poppy did once they arrived was to call a doctor to check their rib out, it turns out it wasn’t broken, the doctor said it was just a bruised rib, although, the man also said it was better to have an X-ray to be sure. Poppy was next to them all along, asking even more questions to the doctor than Beck, observing attentive every time the doctor told her to observe, squeezing tightly their hand each time he touched their bruise to measure their pain. She was there… She really was there.

After that, Poppy locked herself in her bathroom, she needed to make a call, she said. She wasn’t counting that One could hear everything from there… Beck really wanted to apologize to the person she was talking to.

“She's been like this since half an hour ago.” Beck told Zoey.

“Who is she talking about?”

“Carleton Burnett.” Beck responded, having absolutely no clue about how to feel about it.

“He attacked my mate…! Yes, yes, my classmate, whatever. Are you up to the job or should I find someone else a lot more competent than you?”

Damn…

“Are you really telling me Poppy Min-Sinclair wants the guy who hurt you to be expelled?” Yeah, even in Zoey’s words sounded crazy.

“I don’t really think is just that…” Beck murmured, their head deep in thoughts. “But don’t worry, I'll go home as soon as I…”

The bathroom door opened, letting Poppy walk in to where Beck was. The girl looked just as fresh as how she went inside that other room the first time, as if nothing happened. That, until Poppy saw Beck on the phone.

“I…’ll call you later, ok?”

“Wait, is this Wade?” Beck frowned, why she wanted to know that?

“She is, why?” They asked, defensive.

“Gimme.” Poppy took the phone right from their hand without hesitation, she walked a few steps far from them while Beck was feeling alarmed.

“Poppy, I swear, if you yell at her…”

“Zoey?” Her voice tone was neutral, but nothing similar to the one she used to the person she called a few moments before. “First of all, I know you and I had a little encounter so I’ll making it quick. I’m taking Hughes for an X-ray, just to be sure their rib is not broken. I’ll have my assistant sending you the deets. Toodles~” And Poppy hung up, walking towards the bed to take a sit right next to them. “But first… let’s fix this mess…”

Poppy took cotton and alcohol from the little night table next to her bed, soaking it to start cleaning the little cuts and wounds on Beck's face.

“Now, I need you to stay still…” Poppy said, but the only thing Beck could think about was how close she was from them.

Her hot breath a few inches from Beck’s… there it was, that perfume, those honey eyes looking captivating while working, concentration adorning her flawless beauty. The burning feeling of alcohol in their wounds wasn’t new at all, but the gentle touch and the softness of her hands made them feel they were being taking care by an angel.

“I couldn't reach out sooner…” she murmured, Poppy hadn’t look at Beck to the eyes, but they were aware of every detail of her face. She did feel bad for it. “I saw you from afar… Why didn't you defend yourself at first?”

“What for?” their answer brought a frown from her, but they continued. “If there’s something I've learned from back home is that… sometimes, it gets worse when you fight back.”

“Why is that?” She asked, still frowning while taking care Beck's forehead.

“People like them have no honor whatsoever… But they have lots of friends” Beck said, a little chuckle in their voice, the good old days, right? But the strawberry blonde bite her lower lip, understanding the meaning of what they said.

“He can try.” The death threat implied in those words was palpable, as if she could do something about it. But Beck didn’t need her protection, Beck actually hated it. They weren’t some fool who couldn’t take care of themselves, they felt unprotected, vulnerable all their life until recently times, and they weren’t going back to that.

“Why would you say so?” Beck clenched their jaw, remembering Carleton’s words. “Do you have business with him?”

“Ha! As if” She said, a weird laugh coming out of her.

“Really? Because I believe this was because of you.” Shit, that sounded bad, even their voice came out as from rancor. Poppy noticed that, moving off from them as if Beck was spitting acid.

“Are you really fucking blaming me?”

“Of course not!” Beck responded as fast as they could but it was too late, they already could see the harpy features transforming that lovely lady into a beast.

“You sure about that, Farmsville?” Poppy raised her eyebrow, that bitchy face of hers coming back to life. “Because it sounded like it. And you have to believe that if I wanted to make it physical it would be way, way worse than that but here you are in my room, laying on my bed because I absolutely hated to see that fucking caveman hurting you…!”

“He called you his woman!” Beck interrupted, Poppy was right in every creepy and threatening aspect, even in the actually cute parts as well, and Beck somehow knew that. They only had to remember how mad she was, the way she hugged him as if she wanted to protect them from that cretin on the floor. But then, something clicked inside their head.

And inside Poppy’s head as well.

“Wait… You were mad because he hurt me?”

“His woman?!”

Gosh… This is awkward. The whole moment and place were awkward.

“I can’t believe this.” Poppy was the first person in the room to speak after that moment of silence. “I mean, seriously what the fuck? We only had drunk sex, what? Once? Twice? My god, what a loser.”

“Did you two really had sex?” Beck asked. Well, the guy wasn’t that bad, but… No, it was pretty lame… kinda basic vibes with no spectacular thing whatsoever. Nowhere near Poppy’s inner circle, how the hell did that happen?

“I know, right? Gross. But I was kinda feeling insecure and Nobody right there was an easy and convenient target at the moment. Worse scenario ever. You so not want to see a boring Poppy.”

“What about your friends?” The only mention of them caused her to laugh in a very cold and ironic way.

“Friends? You know I don’t have any friends!” She said still laughing, the truth in her words being represented by her as a satire. “Do you realize who I am? I’m Poppy Min-Sinclair. I’m in constantly social danger, my parents, the society… This whole college! Everybody’s looking for an opportunity to take me down. To take my life down. And coming from an interracial crib, I don’t have the luxury to have friends.”

Her gaze, her posture and even the expression on her face were telling how confident she was about it. Like it was her against the world without sweating it. But the way her fingers played around with a piece of cotton and the slightly tapping from her designer shoes where saying something else.

“I also don’t need them. They’re an unnecessary hazard that will kick you the minute you left them do so.”

And, painfully, that was something Beck agreed with. They had one friend once, a best friend who became a secret lover, the only person in their life back then that was there no matter what… or so it seemed. Sooner than later, everyone in Farmsville knew about them both, and she had no remorse at all while she was throwing them under the bus. Even today, after so many years, Beck could close their eyes and listen to her call them a freak, claiming they were manipulating her, threating her to do awful things… the stupid apology after that later in the night, crying through the phone call because she got scared.

Well, yeah… Beck get that. She got scared, but Beck got the first beating of their life.

“So that’s why you want Carleton to be expelled? Because you don’t want anyone to know about you and him…”

“Oh my god, how did you even made it into top ten? Carleton is stupid. Anyone else would be a threat, but him? Please, nobody would ever believe him.”

“So why did you made that call?”

“Because I didn’t want him to hurt you anymore.”

“Me? Your so called enemy?” Ever since day one, by the way.

“Hughes, I consensually and publicly kissed you, how can you be so fucking dumb?”

Silence again, neither of them talking. Poppy trying to understand why it was such a big trouble, while Beck was trying to put the puzzle pieces in the right order, making it make sense. Because it actually did, but something inside them just won’t let them admit it all hundred percent.

“So… you like me?” Beck asked, a playful flirty grin, meant to annoy a little.

The strawberry blonde has never grunted so badly and exasperated as in that moment, but instead of a verbal reply, Poppy’s hands took Beck’s neck strongly and dominant, kissing them. She was rude at first, an angry, reassurance kiss, tasting just as how a “Shut the fuck up” would taste. But then, it became sweeter, it became intoxicating; those soft lips caressing theirs, sucking, biting… Beck’s arms looped around Poppy’s waist, feeling her coming closer to them, letting herself go in their mouth, savoring the moment, their lips just as much as they were doing it.

Gosh… Beck really wanted this…

Poppy slowly break apart, but they didn’t want it to be over just yet. Just a little more, please… they needed to feel that kind of warm in their chest a little longer. So it was their turn to kiss her again, and so they did, taking Poppy by surprise for a second, second that was used by her to move her fingers to their face, squishing a bit their cheeks, smiling against Beck’s lips, over and over, until the moment became one of those ones when you don’t actually know why, but you want so badly to laugh, to be happy in that fraction of time. And you are. So you chuckle despite the pain in your rib, both were chuckling, connected.

“Come one, Tushi-face…” She whispered, the smile still in her face. “You need an X-ray.” Beck growled, just like a disgruntled puppy.

“Uhmmno… I don’t need it. I’m fine.”

“Seriously, pamper me a little and turn on your brain, would you?”

“It’s not broken at all.” Beck said, moving a little just to stand up from the bed with difficulty. “It hurts, but is not that bad… I actually know how a broken rib feels like. I’ll be fine.” The blondie pinched the bridge of her nose, wasted. “Just trust me?”

“I actually hate your guts, Farmsville.”

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clawsandblood · 3 years

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4 - “Do you trust me?”

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Once both men were awake enough, Borna told Steven of his strange encounter last night. Steven’s face grew more and more alarmed as the story progressed.

“You won’t believe this,” he slowly said, “but I also had a weird encounter last night and-” He stopped. “There was this woman, looking kinda how you said yours was looking, and in the end she gave me a huge tip, saying that both me and my friend could use some money.”

“How huge?” Borna asked, brows furrowing.

Steven stood up, walked over to his jacket and dug out his wallet. “This big,” he said, showing Borna the hundred dollar bill.

“Fuck,” Borna swore under his breath. He took his phone, frantically going through his browsing history until he found a picture of Madam Reid. “Is that her?” he asked Steven, showing him the screen.

“Yeah,” he said hoarsely.

They exchanged looks. “How the fuck did she know we know each other?” Borna asked.

“Oh, shit.” Steven was staring at Borna. “You’ve already got a job interview with her company, right?”

Borna nodded. “Tomorrow. They were in an awful hurry.”

Steven collapsed on the couch. “What if they’re some sort of human trafficking ring?” he asked. “What if they’re with the mafia?”

“I think they won’t do anything after one interview,” Borna said. “Or I could just cancel.”

Steven nodded. “That would probably be the safest, yeah.”

Borna opened his phone, thumb hovering over the number that called him earlier in the morning. He sighed, putting the phone down. “But I’m curious,” he said. “Maybe one interview won’t be that bad.”

“Borna,” Steven pleaded.

“I can just decline afterwards.”

Their eyes were locked in a staring contest.

“If your kidney gets sold on the black market next week I won’t help you, I’ll just say that I told you so.”

Borna’s lips twitched into a smile. “Note taken.”

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It took some digging through their shared wardrobes to find a presentable pair of trousers and a shirt for Borna to wear to the interview. Steven did have some semi-formal clothes, but Borna somehow felt like most of Steven’s patterned shirts were a touch too vulgar for the occasion.

“How do I look?” he asked, giving a little twirl.

Steven chewed on his lip. “Presentable,” he finally said.

Borna nodded. “I feel like a tuna fish in a can.”

“Meaning?”

“Stuffed, uncomfortable, about to be half-eaten, half-thrown away.”

“Having last minute jitters?” Steven smiled at Borna and clapped him on the back. “You’re gonna go there, snoop a bit during the interview, go home and tell them you’re actually going to Russia.”

Borna snorted. “Sounds good.”

They went to the building where the interview was going to take place together. It was a modern office building, fairly boring and unremarkable. The entrance had plaques of several different companies on the wall, Northwest Holistic Natural Remedies being among them.

“Well,” Steven said. “This is kinda anticlimactic.”

“What did you expect?” Borna asked him.

Steven shrugged. “Something more glamorous. Or completely rundown. I don’t know how human organ traffickers work.”

Borna elbowed him. “They’re not gonna sell my organs,” he grumbled.

“Yeah, yeah,” Steven mumbled. He gave Borna one last look-over, fixing his hair a bit. “You’ve got this,” he said and patted his shoulder. “Good luck.”

“Thanks.” Borna walked in, going to the reception desk.

Steven stood for a few moments, looking after his friend, and left. There was no need for him to keep loitering and there were groceries to be bought.

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Borna found the office that the receptionist directed him to. The doors were slightly open and the plaque on them said “Northwest Holistic Natural Remedies - Madam Reid.” He tentatively knocked.

“Come in,” said a voice.

He entered, closing the doors behind himself. A different lady was sitting behind the desk, looking at him expectantly. There was a sign on her desk that read “Natalie Adams, secretary.” The walls were decorated with various pictures of nature, keeping a cohesive theme. It was terribly bland, yet tasteful.

“Madam is already waiting for you,” she said, gesturing to the doors to the side.

“Thank you,” he said and walked in.

Now that office was a lot different. The furniture was darker, sturdier. Decor was still revolving around nature, but this was darker, feeling more like antiques rather than mass-produced photos printed on canvases. Behind the desk sat Madam Reid, as sharp and poised as the night he met her.

“Hello, Borna,” she said. “Please sit down.”

Borna obeyed, drawing the heavy leather-padded chair. “Good morning,” he said.

Her pronunciation of his name was miles better than what he was used to, though her decision to use his first name rattled him. Maybe she just didn’t want to deal with pronouncing my surname, he thought, suppressing an amused huff.

“It’s two in the afternoon,” she pointed out.

He chuckled awkwardly. “Had another night shift,” he explained. “Those tend to mess with perception of time.”

She nodded. “Understandable.”

“I brought my resume with me in case-” he started, but got silenced by a hand gesture.

“I think both of us know that that’s not why you’re here now,” she said, fixing him with her stare.

“Then what is it?” he asked. He grew hotter in his shirt and dress pants.

She took his hand, unbuttoning the cuff and rolled up the sleeve until the bite mark was fully exposed. “When was it?” she asked, examining the scar. “Three days ago? Four?”

“Four,” he answered. “Are you also a…” He trailed off.

“A lycanthrope, yes.”

“Okay,” he said, still staring at where she was holding his arm.

She rolled the sleeve back up, buttoning it. “We need to keep together,” she said. “Lone wolves don’t survive for too long.”

“Meaning?”

“There’s an organisation that I’m a part of,” she explained. “It connects people like us all over the continent. We could help you out with things.”

His brows furrowed. “What things?”

Madam Reid gave him a look that he’d describe as sarcastic if she was literally anyone else. “Money.”

“I can get by,” he protested. “I’ve got a job, I can pay rent-”

“You work the graveyard shift at the carwash and have to live with a roommate,” Madam interrupted.

Borna swallowed. “How do you know about my roommate?” he asked quietly.

“I met him the same night as you.” She smiled, but it just looked like a beast baring its teeth. “He is a very friendly man. You two spend too much time together, you smell like each other.”

“We smell-?”

She nodded. “It should come to you soon,” she said soothingly. “You’ll get used to it.”

Borna nodded, staring at his own hands, trying to process all the given information.

“Borna?”

He looked up.

Madam Reid was looking at him, features soft and relaxed. For the first time she didn’t look like she was about to swallow him whole, though her eyes stayed the same. “Do you trust me?” she asked gently.

“I don’t know,” he replied softly. “I think you’ve been truthful, but I don’t think I should trust you just yet.”

She leaned back in her chair. “Smart,” she commented. “Not the smartest, but admirable approach.” She drummed her fingers on the table. “I’ve got a proposition,” she said, leaning forward again. “On Friday we’ve got a meeting. I’ll have Natalie email you details and you can come see how things work for yourself. How does that sound?”

He took a moment to consider her offer. “Okay,” he conceded. “Maybe I’ll come.”

“That’s all I ask for.”

He slowly started getting up.

“And Borna?”

He looked at her.

“I don’t think I need to tell you to come by yourself, right?”

He shook his head. “You don��t.”

“Good.” She also got up, offering him a hand. “Hopefully we’ll see each other soon,” she said.

He just nodded wordlessly.

“Goodbye,” she said and then he was already through the door. The secretary gave him a friendly smile and a goodbye of her own as he exited the office.

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“How was it?” Steven asked him when he got outside.

Borna took a deep breath. “She’s also, uh-” he gestured at the bite mark on his arm. “She offered help. She knew we live together because we smell like each other.”

“Wait, what?” Steven was staring at him, nose wrinkled, and mouth falling open. “We smell like each other?”

“Yeah, I know.” Borna sighed. “She said I should be able to… detect these things soon too.”

“Ew.”

“Yeah.”

They stood in contemplative silence for a few moments.

“We should go home,” Borna said and Steven nodded. He had his arms occupied with bags from the grocery store and he handed over one to Borna, who automatically took it.

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He was working the night shift again. Again, he couldn’t understand why would a carwash service need to be open at such unholy hours. Again, he was reminded that the wealthy, the weird and the criminals were also paying customers.

So far he had to deal with only a few people that seemed a bit too inebriated to be anywhere near car keys. He did have to watch himself physically way more than usual, but the drunk were usually quite generous tippers and that night didn’t prove any different.

He had a long period of nothing, where he almost nodded off several, but the noise from the neighbouring gas station managed to keep him up. Then, just a one hour before the end, a car drove in.

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Dorian’s phone rang. He groaned, looking at the caller’s ID. Three poop emojis were displayed on the screen. He groaned again, louder, then finally accepted the call.

“Hi, Gary,” he said. For a few moments he was quiet, listening intently. “Fuck,” he finally said. “A feral one?”

He got up from the couch and turned off the TV, which was showing some shitty horror flick. He sandwiched the phone between his ear and his shoulder as he started pulling on his pants.

“Yeah, give me ten min, I’ll be there. Bye.”

He disconnected the call, putting the phone down. He dressed up, sturdy, warm, practical clothes, and left the flat, remembering at the last moment to take his phone and wallet.

He rushed downstairs and walked briskly to the main street. A car was already waiting for him.

“Move it,” Gary said, poking his head through the window.

“Yeah, yeah,” Dorian grumbled breathlessly. He sat down on the passenger’s side, fastening the seatbelt. The moment he was done the car peeled off the curb, making Dorian swear quietly, which in turn made Gary cackle.

The car sped through the streets, out of town to the forest road.

“Do you know where it’s supposed to be?” Dorian asked.

“Somewhere in the west,” Gary answered. “Near one farm, the owners complained about the cattle being killed.”

“Not regular wolves?”

Gary shook his head. “The tracks didn’t fit, plus there’s been rumors of Bigfoot in the woods.”

Dorian snorted. “Of course that’s what they say.”

Gary shrugged. “Not that far fetched in comparison to the truth,” he said.

Dorian sighed. “Fair point.” He started rifling through his pockets for the cigarettes. “Sometimes I still can’t believe this is my life.”

“Yeah,” Gary said absent-mindedly. Then he noticed the cigarette pack in Dorian’s hand. “Hey, fuck off with that,” he grumbled. “No smoking in my car.”

Dorian rolled his eyes. “So sensitive.”

Gary glanced at him with a poisonous look. “Don’t you dare,” he growled.

“I can open the window.”

Gary puffed out an angry breath. “You won’t you-” He pawed at Dorian, trying to take away his cigarettes, when something collided with the car loudly, making Gary swerve and brake.

“Fuck!”

They stopped abruptly and jumped out of the car. There was a dark figure lying on the side of the road, whining loudly.

Gary glared at Dorian, who awkwardly stuffed his hands into his pockets. They tentatively approached the lump. Coming closer, it was visible that it was a sort of a wolf, only larger and as much as the moonlight permitted to see, with a different coat colouring.

It started snarling as they approached.

“I think we found our feral wolf,” Dorian said quietly and squatted down, facing the creature. Gary stayed a bit behind him, standing.

“We got you pretty hard, didn’t we?” Dorian asked quietly.

The wolf growled in response.

“I know, I know,” Dorian said soothingly. He got up and started taking off his jacket.

Gary groaned. “I’ll get the stuff from the car,” he said and left.

Once Dorian stripped off all his clothes he squatted down, tilting his face towards moonlight and began to change. His body grew, transforming into a lupine form, growing thick fur all over.

He slowly walked over to the hurt wolf, sniffing softly. The wolf whiled quietly, but let him close. Dorian carefully nuzzled the other one and gave the bloodied fur a few careful licks. Finally, he settled, laying down next to the hurt wolf.

Gary sighed. He had thick gloves on and a gun in his hands. “Dorian,” he said disapprovingly.

Dorian looked at him and just gave the wolf another gentle lick.

Cocking the gun, Gary took aim and fired.

With one last whine, the wounded wolf died.

Dorian slowly got up, nudging the wolf with his head, giving it a few small, affectionate licks, before leaving it, walking over to Gary.

“You know I don’t like shooting when you’re right there,” Gary said.

Dorian in between transformed back to human, panting slightly from the effort.

“He was so scared,” Dorian said. “And hurting.”

“We did hit him with a car,” Gary pointed out.

Dorian shook his head. “It was something from before,” he said. “We should take a look at the body before we get rid of it.”

“I’m not hauling a huge wolf back to the city for you to play a doctor,” Gary said. He went back to the car, putting the gun away. “Come help me get the covering, I don’t want blood all over my car.”

Dorian sighed and finished dressing up. Gary had a waterproof tarp in his trunk and they used it to protect the interior of the car before they dragged the cadaver into it. They had to put it on the backseats, the trunk of the car being too small to fit a grown werewolf.

After some more driving they found a muddy road through the forest. Gary parked in the undergrowth and they spent the better part of the night digging a large and deep enough hole.

Dorian wiped sweat off his forehead. “We deserve a bonus for all this,” he groaned.

Gary glared at him. “Like you’re doing that much,” he grumbled.

They were hauling the body out of the car now, Dorian desperately trying to carry an equal share, but he was mostly getting covered in blood seeping from the plastic while Gary was supporting most of its weight.

“Not all of us spend all the time in the gym,” Dorian bit back.

They finally hauled it to the grave and rolled out of the tarp, pushing it in.

“You put the tarp in, I’ll take care of this,” Gary said and started pushing the dirt onto the dead werewolf. Dorian nodded and started folding the plastic, trying not to get blood everywhere.

They were finished soon, getting back in the car. Dorian had the bloody tarp resting in his lap, clothes almost equally as dirty.

“You look like you showered in blood,” Gary said after a while. They were still driving through the forest.

“I kinda did,” Dorian replied.

“My car must look like shit.”

Dorian shrugged. “It’s just some mud.”

Gary huffed. “And blood too.”

“It’s just some bloody mud.”

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The car was covered in more or less fresh mud, with a bump in the front that looked suspiciously bloody. Borna approached the driver’s window, squinting at the bright headlights.

“Good evening,” he said automatically.

“Do you guys have anything extra for mud?” the driver said.

Borna barely heard him, because in the passenger’s seat was an unmistakable figure.

Fucking hell, why Dorian covered in blood?!

Alarm must had been written on his face, because the driver laughed awkwardly. “We hit a wolf,” he explained. “Hauling one of those beasts off the road is a nasty business.”

Dorian met Borna’s eyes and quickly looked away.

“I see,” Borna said. “I could clean the dirt manually but it would take longer and cost more.” He tried not to stare at Dorian, who was very stubbornly pretending not to see him.

“Eh, I’ll just take the basic automated wash,” the driver said.

Borna nodded. “Okay.” He directed the car where to go, turning on the wash cycle. The overwhelming smell of the detergent finally overlaid the stench of blood, but Dorian’s blood-soaked image still danced in front of his eyes. Once the car was clean the driver paid, leaving a small tip and left. The entire time Dorian pointedly avoided Borna’s eyes.

Once they were gone from the station, Borna took his phone out, opening the text messages.

“what the fuck was all that??” he typed out, sending the message to Dorian. He leaned back on the wall, waiting for the response and staring at the clock.

#whumptober2021 #no.4 #do you trust me?#OC #fic #animal death #blood #steven #borna #dorian #madam reid #writing

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sailorbellewrites · 4 years

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Fools Rush In... VIII

characters — yoongi x reader (ft. members of bts and other original characters)

summary — min yoongi, music executive and perpetual bachelor, marries a las vegas stripper he’s only known for six months. chaos ensues.

inspiration — fools rush in (1997 rom-com starring salma hayek and matthew perry)

information — a drabble series loosely based on the 1997 movie fools rush in. drabbles not posted in any linear order and written as a creative writing outlet.

warnings — mentions of sex work; age-difference; light sugar daddy themes; smut; light angst (specifically in parts V & VI).

I - II - III - IV - V - VI - VII - VIII - IX - X - XI

VIII — latte (ft. various original characters)

You fucked up.

Or at least, you had made a very big mistake in coming to Kim Hana’s Sunday brunch. It was your first time at her biweekly event and you already wanted to go home. All of the women there were older, faces tight with botox and fillers as they ooh-ed and ahh-ed at one woman’s jewelry and another’s purse. They made surface level comments about politics and fashion and so-and-so’s son who was seen walking around Apgujeong with you-know-who’s daughter. It was mind numbing, but Hana ate it up in a way you didn’t fully understand. Yet, you couldn’t let yourself text Yoongi, couldn’t bear to see the disappointment on his face at you wanting to ditch. He had been doing so much for you recently, so adamant that he had to be sure he didn’t make a mistake in convincing you to marry him. There was nothing you could say to make him believe that you would follow him into an active volcano if he wanted. So you had to at least try.

Still, it’s hard to keep up the facade of a dutiful wife when Kim Hana yells out, “Oh, you’re finally here! I was thinking you’d never arrive! Please, come over. I have someone I want you to meet,” into your ear. The woman who just walked into the private area, lithe and pale with long dark hair, freezes briefly, seemingly unaccustomed to being spoken to so directly. She recovers quickly though, throwing on a blinding white smile as she saunters over to where you and Hana sit at the head of the table.

“Hello, Kim Hana. It’s nice to see you again,” the woman offers, bowing deeply to Hana as though they were worlds apart in the hierarchy that was this brunch.

“A pleasure to see you too. Choi Mina, might I introduce you to our friend Min Yoongi’s new wife? She’s such a doll,” Hana says, tone light despite the suggestiveness of her words. She would have been a great stripper in another life, with her ability to placate people even as she was readying for attack.

“Oh,” Mina responds quietly, eyes trained on your seated form in a way that you were more than used to. Every woman Hana introduced to you had looked at you in the same exact way. She was sizing you up. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Likewise,” you say, bowing your head to her slightly.

“I know this can be a bit strange, seeing as you two have been with the same man. But I actually think you guys have a lot in common and would be great friends,” Hana explains, eyes bright with an excitement that you suspect is rooted in her innate desire to make everyone else feel inferior. You end up glaring at Hana due to her words—of course, she’d find a way to bring you around one of Yoongi’s exes. With this new information, the weight of Mina’s stare increases. You hate it. “Ah, you should sit near us. There is so much to discuss.”

As it turns out, there isn’t much to discuss. You didn’t have a lot in common with Yoongi’s ex outside of you both being “dancers”. In fact, it’s hard to see what he would have seen in a professional ballerina who spent half of the year performing in Europe. She speaks in a soft voice, laughter ringing out like windchimes at every joke that was not so secretly told at your expense and she moves so gracefully that even the act of her chewing makes you feel like a slob. She has the type of polish Yoongi often said made him uncomfortable. But, as the conversation progresses, you find it hard to see what Yoongi has seen in you. It is made all too clear that women like Choi Mina and Kim Hana were the expectation for men with money and influence. You weren’t even good enough to qualify as an exception to the rule.

Your resolve weakens. You text Yoongi. Right as you put your phone down, Mina asks, “Your marriage to our Yoongi must have been recent right? I wasn’t even aware that he was dating someone.” A few women murmur in agreement at her observation.

You roll your eyes when she refers to him as “our Yoongi” and shrug. Hana answers for you, “He wasn’t dating someone last year! They rushed right to the altar. It’s incredible. They didn’t even have a wedding here. They got married in America!”

“Oh?” Mina says, a perfect act of curiosity. “Well, how long did you two date?”

Your phone lets out a long vibration as Yoongi’s picture flashes across the screen. Hana again answers for you, excitedly saying, “Only six months! Can you believe it? Namjoon and I didn’t even know he was dating anyone. He must have felt like he had something to hide, though I don’t know why.”

You pick up the phone, only to be greeted by his exasperated tone asking, “Which ex is there exactly?”

The women continue talking about your relationship as though you aren’t there, but Kim Hana’s continued glances towards you lets you know that she is listening. Instead of answering his question outright, you say, “Hi honey,” in a voice far too sweet to be subtle.

Yoongi sighs on the end of the line.“Is it the politician's daughter?”

“Oh no, I’m having a great time! You don’t have to worry,” you respond, hoping he picks up on what you’re trying to say. You can hear a womea say how happy she is that Yoongi is finally sharing you with the world the way he used to in his other relationships.

“Okay… or is the ballerina?”

“Yes, that’s alright,” you answer, patience wearing thin.

“I’ll be there in ten minutes,” he responds, sounding sad. You feel sad too. You fucked up again.

The ten minutes pass by slowly and in that time, you learn several things. Yoongi and Choi Mina had been considering marriage before they broke up. They dated on and off for three years. It had been a rough breakup. Jimin did not like her. Namjoon did. Mina is now engaged to a professor in Nice. She will always have love Yoongi and hopes that he is happy with you. That last part sounds like a lie.

The ‘I’m outside’ text you receive feels like someone just handed you a tank of oxygen. You take a deep breath, keeping calm as you explain to the women that your husband had to pick you up early due to another appointment. The excuse seems to appease most of them, though Mina insists that she walk you outside so she can say hello to her “dear old Yoongi.”

Your husband sits behind the wheel of his car, paying no attention to his surroundings as he taps away on his cell phone. You feel tension melt from your shoulders as you open the passenger door, sliding inside even though he doesn’t acknowledge your presence. Mina helps you close your door, sticking her face in the open window to say, “Hello Min Yoongi!”

“Hi Choi Mina,” he murmurs, not looking up from his phone.

She is undeterred. “It’s been quite a while since we have seen each other.”

“It has,” he answers, before cussing softly under his breath and angrily throwing the phone in the empty cup. Mina’s eyes widen at his actions, making you giggle. You knew Yoongi wasn’t really angry, just irritated—nothing that would cause the concern the ballerina was showing.

“I just wanted to tell you that your wife is lovely. Truly, we all couldn’t take our eyes off her. You really picked a winner,” she states diplomatically, playing her part well.

Yoongi finally looks up at her, eyes bored as he moves to rest a hand on your thigh. “You really think so? I think she’s kind of awful,” he says darkly, though the pads of his fingers rub small circles onto the skin of your thigh. You try to scoff at his words, but it transforms into a quiet laugh. “She’s cute enough I guess, but I wouldn’t call her lovely. I mean she’s not a ballet dancer or anything. Just a stripper. And she spends all my money, too. I don’t even think we would be together if I was broke.” The ballerina’s mouth drops open in shock at his words and you press your lips together hard to stop from laughing. After three years of dating and so much supposed love between them, she should have been able to tell when Yoongi was joking; but it was clear she had no idea.

“Min Yoongi, that’s no way to talk about the woman you married! If you are having a bad day, you do not take it out on others,” she chides, turning her head to you finally. “I’m so sorry he is being this way with you. I hope his actions don’t stop you from coming to the next brunch and that he cleans up this act!” Mina bows her head to you slightly before turning swiftly and heading back inside the restaurant.

You let out a deep sigh and Yoongi squeezes your thigh gently. “Thanks for playing along,” he tells you sincerely. You shrug, but he continues, “Not just with Mina, you know. I mean with this whole… thing.”

“It was just brunch. No need to thank me.”

“It was a brunch with my ex present. That’s just… not right.”

“Yoongi, it’s okay. You wanted me to go, so I went. I’m just sorry that I made you pick me up early.”

He clicks his tongue at you in disbelief, removing his hand from your thigh to put the car in drive and pull away from the curb. He is silent for a few minutes, leading you to believe that he has accepted your lies until he says, “I didn’t want you to go. Namjoon suggested it. I knew you wouldn’t have a good time, but he insisted that you might make some friends.”

You hum quietly at his words, wondering if that’s who he was texting when you first got in the car. “So you’re not mad that I left early?”

He shakes his head. “I’m surprised you didn’t ask to leave earlier. I was waiting for you to call for hours.”

Your heart swells at his admission. He knows you well. “Yoongi?”

“Yes?”

“I love you.” He nods in acknowledgement of your words, but says nothing. You try again. “You make me happy.” He reaches a hand over the center console to grab your own, a small smirk resting on his lips as he continues to stare ahead. “I’m happy I’m here with you.”

“I love you, too,” he finally responds. You know he believes you.

#yoongi scenarios #min yoongi scenarios #yoongi drabbles #min yoongi drabbles #suga scenarios #suga drabbles #bts scenarios #bts drabbles #au: fools rush in #suga fluff #yoongi fluff #min yoongi fluff #bts fluff #sailor belle writes

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so on Thanksgiving i saw Frozen 2 and it was AMAZING and I've only just now had the time and energy to finish my thoughts on the movie and share it with y'all so here it is. Disclaimer: Sorry for how long it is

!!!!! MAJOR FROZEN 2 SPOILERS AHEAD !!!!!!!!!

first, baby anna and elsa???? I’m dead

thjkhsdhjk the story they came up with is literally how every child played with barbie dolls and doll houses

(children are so dramatic also why did we all have the same childhood)

oooh mystery about the past

their dad is so dramatic now i know where Anna and Elsa get it from

four spirits: Earth Wind Air Water how original

(everything changed when the fire nation attacked)

(okay but while their dad was telling the story about the northedral (???) i was totaling believing this is where Elsa got her powers from)

THEIR DAD WAS SAVED BY THE VOICE

(but Elsa was born with powers so her mom is totally magical)

where the nORTH WIND MEEEEETS THE SEEEAAAAA

i love their mom omg i love this song also

(okay but at this point i was like??? did their mom save their dad)

ELSA IN PURPLE I LOVE HER

Elsa being startled and sticking herself to the railing with ice is comedic gold

ANNA’S HAIR I LOVE IT

why is Olaf’s never-ending existential crisis the most relatable thing in this movie

also i love this song about things never changing

hi the line about a stone wall never falling??? FORESHADOWING

KRISTOFF LOVES HER I LOVE HIM HE IS SO PURE

HE HAS A RING

Elsa singing about being afraid of change but seizing the day?? CHARACTER GROWTH

Arendelle flag will always fly??? FORESHADOWING

family game night??? i fucking love it

Olaf shouldn’t be allowed to play charades that way Anna is right

but Olaf imitating Elsa??? iconic

Elsa playing charades is me playing charades

THE VOICE

TELL ANNA ELSA

oooh Kristof honey don’t,, don’t do it like that,,, honey

if Elsa is comforted by their mom’s scarf where was their mom’s scarf in the first movie??

Anna singing Elsa to sleep????? so pure

THE VOICE (AGAIN!)

INTO THE UNKNOOOOOWWWWWWWN

i love this song

‘Everyone I’ve ever loved is here within these walls’ so she loves Kristof???? good me too

where does Kristof sleep?

THE SPIRITS!!! HER ICE IS SHOWING HER THE SPIRITS RIGHT????

oh its the part with the ice suspended in air from the trailer

EARTH AIR FIRE AND WATER

so um the fire went out and its windy and they’re going to the cliffs???? okay???

ummm Elsa did you awake the spirits on purpose??? did you know what you were doing?? you never said it was an accident????

Elsa you cant go alone you’re team has to go with you or else its not much of a movie now is it Elsa. don’t be selfish share some screen time

i just love their outfits so much i want to be a princess in Norway please and thanks

Olaf and his fun facts are literally me

ELSA’S ICE CASTLE THERE SHE IS i wonder if they ever go there. is it a vacation home

water has memory FORESHADOWING

‘Elsa and Olaf are asleep,,, whatcha wanna do?’ UM WHAT

’Sven, keep us steady’ UMMMMM WHAT

THIS IS A PG MOVIE I WAS VERY UNCOMFORTABLE NEXT TO MY TEN YEAR OLD COUSIN THANKS DISNEY

oh Kristof honey

oh no Anna he didnt mean it like that

Kristof stop just stop

ooooh the voice is back

‘Kristof stop’ ‘Good idea’ I’m dead

i don’t really remember what happens in between them stopping and them finding the mist if anything but THE MIST

oooh they’re locked in. nice

okay so wind. thats fun.

the wind spirit is v smart because she knows which one is Elsa

her name is Gale and i love her

hello water has memory

their father being saved by a young girl??? it’s their mom

okay so the northuldra (i googled it) begin to attack? or advance at least

ARENDELLE GUARDS

okay but lieutenant whats his name can get it

they’re frenemies

Olaf’s recap of the first Frozen is comedic gold i want him and Luis from Ant-Man to get together

i don’t really remember what happens at this part but: Elsa and Anna learn that their mom saved their dad (CALLED IT), their mom is northuldra (KINDA CALLED IT) and everyones been trapped in the mist since their grandfather was killed

(which that story is fishy but i don’t think king Elsa & Anna’s dad would lie so????)

OH WAIT FIRE SPIRIT HAPPENED BEFORE ELSA AND ANNA LEARNED ABOUT THEIR MOM

AND OLAF’S SONG OMG

samantha?

(that part was so simple yet so funny omfg)

olaf: “this will all make sense when i am older” all the adults in the room: :/

also notice how Elsa is mindful enough to keep the fire spirit away from the northuldra’s homes??? like i love her???

I LOVE HIM i think his name is Brunie but i don’t know how the people at the Disney Store came to that conclusion

oh also Kristof and Sven run in to save the reindeer but Anna is only worried about Elsa??? idk maybe she knows Kristof can take care of himself and knows that Kristof knows when it becomes too dangerous but Elsa is going to try to stop the threat until she physically can’t and at that point it may be too late okay i get it

(okay but if they’ve been trapped and nothing can get in or out what do they eat??? like theres a lot more northuldra than arendelle guards so do they have designated areas they’re allowed to go in?? what do they do with the people who died?? probably bury them)

(also some if them are born in there and they’ve been in for decades so a generation maybe the beginning of the next one but how many of them are related????)

Kristof has a new friend and I’m so glad they’re not fighting over Anna

(take that toxic masculinity)

HES GONNA HELP HIM PROPOSE I LOVE IT

Reindeers are better than people (cont’d.)

the following are my favorite parts/lines from Lost In The Woods

that guitar riff (?) at the very beginning? sexy

“you had to go and of course its always fine”

because Kristof loves Anna and knows that Anna loves him and they can do different things and still be in love and he doesn’t have to constantly be over her and controlling what she does

(take that toxic masculinity part TWO)

OKAY BUT Kristof saying its fine while simultaneously worrying that he’s losing Anna is absolutely breaking my heart

NORTH IS SOUTH RIGHT IS LEFT WHEN YOU’RE GONE

Kristof: “and i don’t know what path you are on” me: :((((

I NEVER THOUGHT IT WAS A QUESTION OF WHETHER

WHO AM I???? IF IM NOT YOUR GUUUYYY?????

WHERE AM I???? IF WE’RE NOT TOGETHEEEERRRRRRR??????? FOREEEEVVVVVEEEEEERRRRRR

NOW I KNOW YOU’RE MY TRUE NORTH CAUSE I AM LOST IN THE WOODS

UP IS DOWN DAY IS NIGHT WHEN YOU’RE NOT THERE

YOU’RE MY ONLY LANDMARK SO IM LOST IN THE WOODS

WONDERING IF YOU STILL CARE

BUT ILL WAIT FOR A SIGN

(FOR A SIGN)

(peep the Queen reference)

THAT I’M YOUR PATH CAUSE YOU ARE MIN

UNTIL THEN IM LOST IN THE WOODS

this concludes my favorite parts/lines from Lost In The Woods

every time i type Lost In The Woods I wanna type Lost Into The Woods

okay SO

Olaf doing the siren call with Elsa is comedic gold

THEIR PARENTS SHIP OH MY GOD

peep Olaf with that gruesome “maybe there was nobody on board” when they asked how the ship was able to get through the mist

peep Olaf with the “why didn’t they just make the whole ship waterproof”

THEY WERE GOING TO FIND WHERE THE NORTH WIND MEETS THE SEA THE RIVER FILLED WITH MEMORIES

THEY WERE GOING FOR ELSA

WATER HAS MEMORY BITCH

ELSA BBY ITS NOT YOUR FAULT

LISTEN TO ANNA YOU ARE NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR THEIR CHOICES

so they go to the river

(low-key thought that was their goal the whole time but its fine)

ELSA!!! ANNA AND OLAF HAVE TO GO WITH YOU WHAT ARE YOU DOING

if Disney doesn’t make the ice-canoe part of the Frozen Ride in Epcot in some way shape or form i will be deeply disappointed

uh oh rock giants

oh waterfall

cave

thats fun

ah Olaf always the optimist

(but where did Anna get flint?)

Anna’s hair??? i love it

oooh Elsa on the beach

she can’t get her shoes or coat wet i understand

PONYTAIL?????

GO BITCH

YAAASSS QUEEN USE THOSE ICE POWERS

oh shit that water horse is trying to drown her

what the fuck he’s actually trying to drown her

AH SHIT ITS ELSA’S WATER HORSE NOW

YAAASSSS BITCH

sdahjhdskjhdsjk

ITS A GLACIER BECAUSE WHY FUCKING NOT

every inch of me is trembling

SHOOWW YOURSELLLF

ELSA HAS A DUET WIHT HER MOMN

IM FINE

ELSASN IS TBHE FIFHT SPRIT

THE BRIDGE

ELSA’S NEW OUTFIT AND HER HAIR I WANT

WATER HAS MEMORY

Elsa destroyed Han’s memory I’m dead

OH SHIT KING RICHARD (Elsa & Anna’s grandfather, i don’t remember his name)

KING RICHARD IS AFRAID YAASSS QUEEN TELL HIM ELSA

WAIT ELSA

GO TO FAR AND YOULL BE DROWNED

ELSA WAIT

oh shit she jumped

OH SHIT SHES COLD BUT THE COLD NEVER BOTHERED HER ANYWAY

OH SHIT KING RICHARD KILLING THAT GUY FOR NO REASON

OH SHIT ELSA’S FROZEN

BUT SHE SHOT OUT ONE LAST ICE THINGY

we now return to this episode of Olaf and Anna Alone In A Dimly Lit Area With A Little Bit Of Fire

YAASSS ANNA GOT THE MESSAGE

BREAK THE DAMN

but Arendelle

OLAF

why isn’t that when Olaf and Anna are alone one of them is always dying

now i understand the no context memes featuring spider-man from Infinity War

okay so you’re telling me that Anna learned that her sister is frozen (pun intended) and Olaf dies in her arm and she still finds the energy to save Arendelle/the forest???

GO ANNA YOU GO GIRL ITS GONNA BE ALRIGHT

DISNEY CAN’T KILL ELSA AND OLAF THEY’D LOOSE TOO MUCH MONEY

oh shit the rock giants

KRISTOF TO THE RESCUE

AND SVEN OF COURSE

WHAT DO YOU NEED I LOVE HIM

THEY BROKE THE DAMN

OH NO ANNA DONT FALL

ANNA GET OUT OF THERE

LIEUTENANT WHATS HIS NAME AND KRISTOF SAVE ANNA TOGETHERDSKJAD

ELSA AND THE WATER HROSE THEY SAVE ARENDELLE SYDJHASDJKFHSDA

the Arendelle citizens literally are so hilarious to me all they know is: the spirits are mad and all the heirs to their thrones went on a dangerous journey to save their kingdom, with no guards to protect them, then a tidal wave comes rushing towards their homes and suddenly their Queen who has always been quiet, modest, and reserved comes riding in on a fucking water horse in a boss ass outfit with her hair down and saves the kingdom. like???? imagine being on that cliff??? and all they do is clap???? I’m so dead

poor Anna :((( but Kristof is doing his best to comfort him like i love him

ELSA GO TO HER ANNA GO

THEY’RE CRYING CAUSE THEYRE SO HAPPY KJDASDHSJKHFJKSAD

ARENDELLE IS SAVED ANNA ITS OKAY

OLAF IS SAVED ANNA ITS OKAY

KRISTOF PROPOSED IN THE DORKIEST WAY BUT ANNA’S REACTION WAS THE CUTEST I LOVE IT

(WATER HAS MEMORY)

ELSA STAYS AND ANNA IS QUEEN

CUT TO ANNA’S CORONATION AND THE NEW STATUE AND THE ENCHANTED FOREST IS ICE NOW AND ELSA HAS A WATER/ICE HORSE AND GALE HELPS ANNA AND ELSA COMMUNICATE AND THE ROCK GIANTS ARE NICE AND BRUNIE IS STILL THE CUTEST AND ANNA AND ELSA STILL HAVE FAMILY GAME NIGHT

(okay but did anyone else find it odd that Elsa didn’t go to Anna’s coronation)

(also the Northudral are just totally fine with living in ice and snow and cold now too??? idk i guess Elsa asked first but whatever its not like they can say much she’s the fifth spirit so)

Olaf wearing clothes has me dead

Anna: tells Kristof she likes him “better in leather” me: when does he wear… leather :O (Anna’s freaky yo)

final thoughts: Amazing movie, the constant shade of Hans was absolute gold, Kristof is so pure, Anna and Elsa’s relationship is so amazing, everyone’s character growth is absolutely amazing

if you read all of this, bless you child I’m so sorry it was so long

#IM SORRY OKAY #thank you for coming to my ted talk #theres so many other things I've missed but i saw it last week and i just #i cant #frozen 2 #frozen 2 spoilers #frozen spoilers

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cinnaminsvga · 5 years

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La Douleur Exquise Pt 6 | Incubus!Yoongi AU

➵ summary: in which you accidentally summon an incubus in the middle of your shitty apartment and he won’t leave until you agree to have sex with him. until then, min yoongi, incubus extraordinaire, is now your sexually promiscuous and grumpy roommate. aka, the incubus au no one fucking asked for. ➵ warnings: some blood/gore but no actual violence ➵ genre: angst, humor adjacent ➵ words: 8.2K ➵ a/n: HAPPY 6TH ANNIVERSARY BANGTAN!! zee?? writing lde?? sometimes miracles do happen 😌🤟(one more chapter to go let’s get it)

➵ part 1 // part 2 // part 3 // part 4 // part 5 // part 6 // part 7

The sound of birds chirping outside your window are what rouses you from your slumber. You don’t quite remember falling asleep, but you do recall the events of last night despite the fog currently residing in your sleep-addled brain. With your eyes still closed, you hesitantly pat the empty space beside you––a pillow meets your palm instead of the warm body you had foolishly hoped would still find there. You clench your fist around the offending fabric, incredibly saddened by its coldness.

Even though you had expected it, you can’t help but be heartbroken to discover that Yoongi has long since gone. He must have left sometime in the night, maybe even minutes after your breathing had settled for sleep. Despite the ache that you feel, you know that it is for the best that he had left sooner than later. After all, his safety and happiness are what matter in the end, and you are assured that after fulfilling his end of the bargain, he is now free of his contract––

––and free to seek other people to make him happier than you ever could.

There is a bitterness on your tongue that you can’t quite remove, even after you had brushed your teeth for the third time. When you head to class that morning, you know that the bitterness has nothing to do with your dental hygiene.

Your professor drones on about a topic you had long since lost interest in, his sonorous voice filling the large auditorium and lulling his students to sleep. Your pen scratches indecipherable phrases on your notebook, neither taking notes nor writing anything in particular. Occasionally, something that looks awfully a lot like “Yoongi” finds its way into your scribbles, but no one is watching hard enough to verify if this is true.

No one ever needs to know, anyway.

There are only ten minutes left before the lecture ends, and you already have half a mind to start packing up when a knock is heard from the front of the hall. Your elderly professor stops, mid-phrase, hands still up in the air in the middle of wildly gesticulating about some obscure ancient scientist. Everyone’s heads turn to watch as your professor starts mumbling profanity under his breath, probably unaware that his mic was still on. He slams open the door, ready to give the poor student who decided to arrive just before the class was about to end when the intruder pops his head in, ignoring your professor entirely.

The bespectacled young boy glances around the auditorium, scanning the room until they land plainly on you. You squint back; why do his dimples look incredibly familiar?

“Y/N? I need to speak with you right now,” the boy says, before slinking out of the room just as quickly as he had entered.

Everyone switches their attention to you, your mouth agape in confusion. Who was that boy? You are sure you had never met him before, so perhaps he was just a messenger from someone else? Were you in trouble? Was someone hurt? (You hate that your stupid brain immediately goes to an image of an injured Yoongi, but it’s ridiculous to think that, right? After all, no one else knows about him existing in the first place.)

It feels like an eternity by the time you had stuffed all your things into your backpack and made your way outside the lecture hall. You pointedly disregard the stares of your professor and classmates as you quietly close the door. You feel like you should apologize, but you’re sure a remorsefully worded e-mail at the end of the day should suffice.

Exiting the lecture hall, you find that the boy is no longer in the hallway. Instead, a gentleman in a nice crisp suit wearing the same glasses as the young boy stands there, waiting patiently for you. The dimples make a lot more sense now.

Your eyes widen in recognition. “Namjoon?” you ask, confused. Your gaze darts all around the hallway, afraid that someone will catch you speaking with the right-hand man of Satan himself. Although, he does look fairly human, so you suppose everyone would be none the wiser anyway.

Namjoon seems to have caught on to your apprehension. “Sorry for pulling you out of class. And don’t worry, no one will disturb us. We need to hurry now, actually.” His voice sounds controlled and collected, but his body language said otherwise. His hands are picking at his pant seams like they’re unsure of what to do, and there are droplets of sweat dripping down the sides of his temples. He appears as if he had rushed all the way here, even though you know he could have easily transported himself.

“Why? Is something wrong? Is Yoongi okay?” The words slip out of your mouth easily, the worry that had unknowingly been building up in your system suddenly bursting at the sight of his boss. You are not stupid enough to hope that Namjoon’s reappearance was just a matter of simply catching up with the powerful demon.

Namjoon’s lips purse uncomfortably, his figure hunched like he’s holding up an invisible weight on his shoulders. He starts walking out of the building, and you instantly hurry to follow after him. “He’s not dead, but I need you to come with me right now. His trial is about to start, and we need you to stand as his witness.”

Not dead. The “yet” hangs in the air, waiting for its turn.

You try to swallow down the fear, but all the saliva in your mouth has dried up and you find yourself shaking a little. The anxiety builds up to its climax as an image of Yoongi being punished and tortured fills your mind’s eye. It isn’t possible for that to happen, right? Everything should have been sorted out the moment you had sex with one another. That had been the whole point of baring yourself to him––what else could you have done? An echo of his words from that argument you had days ago suddenly flits through your head, and you remember him saying something about sabotaging his mission.

Sabotage… what on earth would cause them to accuse him of sabotage? Why would he purposefully botch his mission? Unless...

You remember the way he had run away the moment you told him you wanted him. You remember how hard he had tried to stay away, right up until the moment you had pretended to be at the edge of danger. He had risked safety for you, you realize. He had risked a lot of things, that night. All because he lo––

You shake your head of those thoughts. No––it’s too dangerous to even think about. If what you’re thinking is correct, then you can’t allow anyone to know about it. Not even Namjoon, despite his obvious care for Yoongi.

“The trial… It should be fine, right? He fulfilled his contract with me, hasn’t he?”

“Yes, but…” Namjoon hesitates, scratching the back of his head as if he isn’t sure on what to say. His trepidation only causes your own to increase tenfold, and you have to stop yourself from grabbing the man by the lapels to demand him to tell you everything he knows.

“Well? Spit it out!”

“I… think it’s better for you to see for yourself. Hurry, take my hand. We might not have much time.”

Just as he is about to place his hand in yours, a flash of light from out of nowhere blinds you momentarily. You yelp, shielding yourself against the dazzling gleam. Beside you, you vaguely register Namjoon crying out as well. The light dissipates, and once the stars have left your vision, you find that the angel who had been supposedly “protecting” you has suddenly manifested by your side.

Seokjin wraps a protective arm around you, and in your dazed state, you are frozen under his hold. When you squint to look at him properly, you are surprised to find that his gaze is cold and unwelcoming––entirely different from the easy-going and senseless demeanor that he usually has. Coupled with the fact that Namjoon is wincing at his brother’s arrival, everything that has happened from the last ten minutes has given you a serious migraine.

“Namjoon-ah, I am not allowing you to bring my charge to hell.” Seokjin cocks a hip, tilting his nose up at his brother. Namjoon snorts at his dramatics, as always.

“I was unable to interfere when she was still bound by your people’s contract, but that is no longer the case. She is staying here, where she belongs,” Seokjin announces, his tone edged with finality. It allows you to snap out of your trance just enough to squirm under his weight.

“Seokjin, let me go!” Despite his lanky body, his grasp on you was stronger than you expected. It is only when he notices that you are having trouble maneuvering yourself in an upright position does he loosen his hold, if only slightly. He still keeps a firm hand on yours, unwilling for you to touch Namjoon in any way.

“Y/N, don’t argue with me on this. You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into,” he says, forcing you to make eye contact with him. Petulantly, you slant your gaze towards Namjoon instead, who is looking more and more anxious by the second. He fretfully looks at the watch on his wrist, and you know that there must not be a lot of time left to lose. For all you know, Yoongi could be sentenced to whatever punishment they dole out to demons in hell. What types of punishment do the citizens of hell give to their own kind, you wonder? Nothing you would like Yoongi to experience, no doubt.

“Hyung, I won’t allow any harm to befall Y/N. I swear on my own blood,” Namjoon says, taking the courage to step tentatively towards Seokjin. In an instant, Seokjin releases his brilliant light once more, and while it only blinded you momentarily, it seems to be agonizing for Namjoon, who lets out another blood-curdling scream. You paw at Seokjin’s arm blindly, begging him to stop.

“Seokjin! Please let me go! I need to save Yoongi,” you cry out, tears from both the pain of his angelic light and worry for your beloved incubi start to flow down your cheeks. Hearing your anguished tone, Seokjin stops, wiping your tears away with concern.

“Oh, I forgot. My holy light must hurt you slightly because you had intercourse with that wretched demon,” he mutters, caressing your face gently. It takes seconds for his touch to sooth the pain under your eyelids. Blinking rapidly and squinting around at your surroundings, you are surprised that Namjoon had mysteriously disappeared.

“Wait, where’s Namjoon––” you start, but the angel starts pulling you away, deaf to your loud protests. Students from the previous class start piling out of the lecture hall, but none of them seem to notice that there was a suspiciously handsome and tall man with an unearthly glow around his body. When the two you reach the outside of the building, he finally lets you wrench yourself out of his hold.

“Didn’t I fucking tell you to stop interfering? Of all the times you could have butted in, why must you be a hindrance at the exact moment I did not need you?” You seethe, jabbing a finger at his chest. His face hardens, and if your insides had not been coiling with worry and anger, you might have flinched under his judgment.

“This isn’t like the other times, Y/N. You have no idea what you’re going to get yourself into. Going to hell isn’t just like walking inside your local supermarket,” he says, voice dark. He heaves a sigh, collecting himself as he tries to explain the danger you’d be putting yourself in. “Hell… Isn’t for people like you, Y/N. I was basically born to protect you from ever setting foot in that place, do you understand? Being locked in that covenant with Yoongi was bad enough––why must you constantly put yourself in danger for him?”

Of course you know the reason. Hell, Seokjin probably knows the reason as well. The pain of the words that you cannot speak are lodged inside your throat, suffocating you with the truth of why you cared so much for him.

Yoongi was supposed to just be a demon––a demon you had no intention of ever worrying for. He was never supposed to be an important person in your life. He was never supposed to take so much damn space in your heart.

But most of all, he was never supposed to have been yours to call your own.

“Tell me this, then,” you whisper, lips wobbling already. You might have imagined it, but Seokjin’s stare softens, if only infinitesimally. “Remember when you said you couldn’t deal with my internal problems? Well, Yoongi is my problem now. He’s been my problem for a long time now,” you finish, breathing shallow as the weight of your confession lies heavily in your stomach.

Seokjin stands still as he appraises you, his lips pursing but giving nothing away as you wait for him to say something. When you feel like the silence has stretched on long enough, you give him one last pleading look.

“Please. I’ll stay away from all things damned after this. Just… let me save him, and I’ll do whatever you say.” You ignore the way your voice breaks at the end, and you ignore the way your eyes burn as more tears already start to well up.

There isn’t any reason for Seokjin to agree with you. After all, he is only doing his job, and despite what you might think of the angel, he is only doing what he thinks is best for you. You are at his complete mercy, and the realization hits you like freight train––he’ll never let you save Yoongi. Your beloved is out there, left under the judgment of his peers for a crime that he did not commit alone. Your own guilt consumes you, but there is nothing you can do.

Except.

Except Seokjin’s face has softened. His lips have unpursed, and there is a glint of something residing in his eyes that you immediately latch onto, hope surging through your veins. You clasp his hands, squeezing it so you can show just how much it would mean to you, if he would just let you go.

Minutes pass. Maybe hours. A lifetime. His irises jump as he calculates the odds of you getting hurt. Of him getting in trouble. You dare not breathe, not even for a moment.

And then, his warm hands squeeze back. He groans loudly, tipping his head forward as if in prayer. For all you know, he could very well be apologizing to his Boss already.

“Fine. Let’s go. But I’m coming with you,” Seokjin murmurs, a defeated look on his face. Somewhere along the annoyed lines along his brow, you can see a speck of endearment floating there. You send him a wry smile, nodding in agreement.

“Thank you. I owe you one,” you whisper. He just snorts, rolling his eyes with a grimace.

“Oh, you owe me more than you can imagine. Well, let’s get going then before that stupid incubus gets his ass served,” Seokjin says. He grasps your hand in his, but pauses just as he’s about to transport the two of you. “I forgot. We have to find Namjoon first. I might have accidentally banished him to a parallel dimension a while ago, and I don’t know where the trial is being held, so…”

You give him an exasperated glare. “That’s a bit extra, isn’t it? He hadn’t even been hurting me when you got here!”

“Yeah, but. He’s annoying and he’s my brother. Sue me,” he smirks, and the two of you disappear from your university, as if you had never been there at all.

xxx

After you had located Namjoon floating around in a dimension comprised completely only with lesbians (“Wow, hyung. You really shouldn’t even have bothered picking me up––it’s wonderful here!” he exclaims, before promptly being whacked in the head by Seokjin), the three of you finally make your way to hell.

When you had agreed to coming there, you did not know what exactly to expect. All the imagery you had of hell were from shitty teen angst tv shows and paintings made by horny Italian dudes. You could have at least expected some hellfire, right? Maybe some demons fucking in a corner? Or perhaps there would be some screaming mortals begging for salvation?

You really had not been expecting a dull office building with interns scuttling around cubicles and a broken water cooler beside a wilted potted plant. Well, maybe you expected the wilted potted plant, but everything else?

“Are you sure we’re in the right place?” you question, staring incredulously as a (hu?)man in chunky black glasses clacked monotonously on a keyboard. When you try to take a peek at what he was typing, you are surprised to see that he is actually playing a video game with the volume turned down. “These people look to be very… human, if I do say so myself.”

“What?” Seokjin scoffs, pulling you along despite wanting to observe the office workers a little bit longer. Namjoon has already walked ahead of the two of you, but it seems like Seokjin knew his way around the place just as well as he did. Strange, you think. Then again, when has that so-called angel seemed anything but?

“When I imagined hell, I was thinking more… uhh…”

“Hellfire? Destruction? Suffering? Please,” Seokjin laughs, gesturing towards the dead-eyed crowd of white collars. “Does this not seem like suffering to you? That dude over there is fucking playing Fortnite to try and soften the boredom of doing a desk job for all eternity. How much more sadistic can you get?”

“The air-conditioner is broken too,” Namjoon calls out from up ahead, turning to smirk smugly at the cubicle rats. The office workers groan in unison at his blatant violation of human rights, but none of them seem to be bothered enough to protest or something. Then again, you can imagine what type of punishments that Namjoon can come up with if pushed––after all, he is Seokjin’s brother.

Another thing you never thought to consider is how large Hell is. You can only remember so many twists and turns before everything starts to blur together; the dark grey walls run endlessly around you, with smatterings of dark mahogany doors that look almost as if they were only painted on. The two brothers do not pause at all in their journey, however, and all you can do is try your best to keep up with their long-legged strides.

Finally, the corridor widens into a full-fledged room, with a ceiling so tall that you can’t even begin to see the end of it. There seems to be more doorways just ahead of you, towards another hallway where no ends seem to be in sight, but the two men stop in front of the double doors to the right before you could go any further. Unlike the other doors, this one is painted pure white, almost illuminant among the drab grey walls. Namjoon and Seokjin stare ahead at the door, neither one of them going to turn the knob just yet.

“Well. This is it,” Namjoon murmurs, his quiet voice sounding loud amidst the silence. He casts a sidelong glance at Seokjin, who swallows thickly as he makes a point to look away from his brother. He fidgets beside you, shoulders rolling back as if he feels something crawling up his spine. You should know; you can feel the anxiety begin to make its way up to your throat.

“It’s the same courtroom…” Seokjin mutters. You want to ask what he means, but there are other things to worry about.

“Has the trial already begun?” you ask, though you already know the answer. It’s more to stall for time, afraid of what is to come. You try to think back about every single thing you did with Yoongi, what sort of conversations and interactions you had with him that might incriminate him. The steady throb of fear reminds you of the three words you had spoken aloud that fated night, and though Yoongi had not said it back, you wonder if your foolishness is what brought him to this predicament in the first place.

Namjoon watches you, sees the way your hands are clenched by your sides, dots of sweat lining your neck, and yet he does not mention your state of mind. Instead, he answers, “It started just a while ago. They’ve kept him in a holding cell while they waited for me to fetch you. We must hurry, or else…” Namjoon trails off, biting his lip. If you knew him better, you might hazard a guess and say that he was scared, too.

A demon who was afraid… You don’t know what that could mean.

“Wait, Namjoon. I have a question.” You have to make sure that this isn’t a lost cause. If what you were guessing is true, then…

For whatever reason, Namjoon doesn’t need you to state it explicitly. He sends you a weak smirk, head shaking as he goes to turn the doorknob. “No need to worry, Y/N. They can’t hear conversations when incubi are on missions. You’re safe.”

You flinch, foot melded to the floor. “H-how did you..?”

“Y/N, let’s hurry.” Seokjin interrupts, his sudden comment making you unfreeze long enough to allow him to tug you through the door. He had been so still and so quiet that you had almost forgotten that he was there. His grip on your arm is tight, unbelievably so, and you can feel it shaking slightly.

You glance at him, his usual expressive face empty of all emotion. He stares resolutely ahead of him, and when you follow his line of sight, you see that he is looking right at the imposing man behind the judge’s podium.

The judge is a slim man with dark red irises that seem to follow you wherever you go. His face is smooth like ivory, clear of any indication as to what age he may be. His black hair is slicked back neatly, showcasing his stiff widow’s peak like an arrow pointing straight towards his angular nose. Everything about him screams sharp. Impenetrable. What surprises you the most, however, are the deep set dimples permanently etched onto his cheeks even though he does not smile.

“Nice of you to finally join us, Kim Namjoon.” The man says, the timbre of his voice almost edging towards a growl. At his greeting, the quiet chatter around the room reaches a standstill as hundreds of eyes lock onto you and your angelic companion.

The courtroom is large, far larger than any you’ve ever seen in the surface. The circular shape of it makes you feel confined, like you’re trapped inside a toddler’s goldfish bowl. There are hundreds of rows filled with demons of all shapes and sizes, though most appeared quite humanoid. To your far right, you notice a crowd of winged women with unhinged jaws, their talons long enough that they graze the floor. Right beside the judge, there are a group of the most beautiful looking men that you have ever seen, their dark horns the only indication that they aren’t as human as they seem. One of them waves shyly at you, a small smile gracing his heart shaped lips. For whatever reason, you feel compelled to return the gesture.

“I am terribly sorry for the wait, your Honor. I had a bit of a misunderstanding on the way here,” Namjoon says. He bows deeply, his forehead almost reaching his knees with how low he goes.

The judge peers at Seokjin, brows raised with amusement. “I’m guessing it has something to do with our little guest, is it not?”

“Judge Kim.” Seokjin says, brittle. His ears have turned pink, though his expression is as blank as ever.

Judge Kim tuts, breaking the eye contact when he shuffles a pile of papers together. He flips through them, his smirk never faltering. “Is that how you treat your father after all this time? Surely they teach you better manners up there.”

You gasp, mouth dropping down in shock as you try and comprehend what the judge had just said. “Your father?” you whisper, trying to catch Seokjin’s gaze.

“I have no father,” Seokjin replies, jaw clenched. His lips tremble. “The only Father that I know is the one that I serve up above.”

The judge snorts, leaning casually back into his seat. “I believe we all had to serve the same Father, once upon a time. It seems like you’re the only one who hasn’t gotten the memo yet.”

Seokjin takes a step forward, urging you to do the same. You stumble after him, but not before turning inquisitively back at Namjoon. He smiles sadly, shaking his head and mouthing ‘later’ before heading to sit directly beside the judge––no, his father. The demon who had waved to you scoots over, patting Namjoon on the shoulder before hurriedly whispering something into his ear.

There is a podium right in the middle of courtroom. Seokjin leads you to it, never once letting go of you. When you stand before the court, you shoot him a frightened look, begging him to stay. He nods silently, standing firmly beside you with a hand placed warmly against the small of your back.

For the first time in your life, you feel grateful to this annoying yet kind angel, who chose to stay by your side despite having to go against every rule in his book just to keep your reckless self safe. Not for the first time, however, do you feel the guilt begin to eat you whole, at how your selfishness has once again brought pain to someone you cared about. Shithead angel or not.

Judge Kim slams the gavel, the echo especially loud in the hauntingly silent courtroom. He clears his throat, curling his finger at two impossibly large demons standing guard in front of another door closer to the judge. Without another word, they exit the room, the squeaking door frame resounding like a gunshot.

He clears his throat, his pupils blown unnervingly. “Miss… Y/N, is it not?”

You turn to Seokjin helplessly. He nods his head, quietly encouraging you. You turn back to the judge, a frog in your throat. “Y-yes. That’s my name.”

“You are the one who called upon Min Yoongi’s services on the 12th of August, did you not?”

“Yes. That is correct.”

“You, with your full consent, were locked in a covenant with Min Yoongi, an incubus who was bound to pleasure you in any way that might fulfill your desires, correct?”

You take a shaky breath. “Yes.”

“Miss Y/N,” Judge Kim peers at his documents, tongue darting to lick his fingers as he flips to the next page. His tongue is forked like a snake. “It says here in our contracts that if the conjurer, which is you in this scenario, is not sufficiently pleasured by the incubus within a given time limit, then he will be put under trial in the event that he has sabotaged his own mission. Are you aware of this?”

“Yes, your Honor.” You pause, unsure whether its your place to question him back. Seokjin notices your hesitation, so he pokes your back softly, giving you the courage you need to say your piece. You reach behind your back, finding his hand and giving it a gentle squeeze in thanks.

“Your Honor, may I ask why this trial is being held in the first place? Min Yoongi has sufficiently, uh, pleasured me to the best of his ability the night before. If my math is correct, then I know for certain that he has made his deadline. As his client, I can say that his services were more than outstanding.”

Judge Kim sneers at that, fanning himself with the documents smugly. “Although that might be so, there are other… circumstances that warrant prosecution. For example––”

Before he can finish, the doors reopen once more with a bang, drowning him out. The two guards return, hauling a mangled corpse to the front of the stands. They dump him unceremoniously to the ground, right at the foot Judge Kim’s podium. One of the guards forces the man to tilt his head up, grabbing fistfuls of his hair to reveal his bloodied face. It’s––

“Yoongi!” You cry out, nearly jumping out of your stand to reach him, but Seokjin pulls you back down. You sob in despair, trying desperately to get Seokjin to let go, but all he does is shake his head sadly. You claw the wooden podium in front of you, tears blurring your vision as you call hoarsely for Yoongi.

Yoongi lets out a low groan, eyes clenched shut. He slumps against the wall, head lolling to his shoulders as his shallow inhales fill the courtroom. His slacks are torn apart, leaving his bruised and slashed legs for you to see. His bare chest is littered with numerous small cuts, with one particularly deep gash lying dangerously close to his heart. His face is similarly decorated, with bloody rivers dripping down from his forehead and cheeks.

You can feel your heart beating outside of your chest. You want nothing more than to rush over to him, though you don’t know what you would have done if you could. He looks to be at the brink of death, as he struggled to even find the energy to take another breath. Fear rattles its claws up and down your insides, making you feel nauseous. The world begins to sway at your feet, and Seokjin has to prop you up to keep your knees from buckling under you.

“Miss Y/N, will you please explain to the court why we have testimonies from a multitude of other incubi that Min Yoongi has fallen in love with you?” Judge Kim booms, scattering all of his documents with a flourish. Dozens, if not hundreds of papers flutter above you, all of them affidavits of demons claiming that Yoongi loved you. Seokjin snatches one out of the air, scanning the document in bemusement.

“Your Honor, this is simply preposterous. Y/N and Yoongi have only known each other for less than three months! What makes you think that they could even fall in love in such a small amount of time?” Seokjin contends, shaking his head in bewilderment. “And what is this even about? How could anyone claim to be a witness to someone falling in love? What does that even entail?”

“We have eyes everywhere, Seokjin. You might have forgotten, but no demon is safe from being monitored.” The judge’s mouth curls up, smiling disparagingly at his exiled son. “It’s part of our… customer satisfaction program.”

“Bullshit,” Seokjin hisses, slamming his fist down on the podium. You startle at the pure hatred dripping from every inch of his body, his angelic glow slowly leaking out of his skin. A few of the demons closest to the two of you start shrieking in pain, crouching down to avoid his heavenly power. Judge Kim appears unaffected, however, as he slams his own gavel down to bring order back to the court.

“Silence, everyone!” he barks. He then points a finger at your companion. “As for you, Kim Seokjin... I would advise that you bring your temper down a notch. We wouldn’t want more nasty proceedings to happen while you’re here trespassing.”

“I am not trespassing––”

“Don’t think I don’t know that you still like to visit him during your downtime, my son.” Judge Kim chuckles, enjoying the shocked look on Seokjin’s face. “Why, you should know better than to try and get away without me noticing. You should be more careful. After all, I doubt you’d want Jeon Jungkook to––”

“Don’t you dare say his name!” Seokjin growls, taking a staggered step forward. Now it is your turn to hold him back, grabbing him by the sleeve to halt his advances. He doesn’t seem like he’ll go much further, but you don’t risk letting go just yet.

“Seokjin, please calm down. We have to save Yoongi.”

Seokjin glances back at you. His breathing is still harsh, but the glow around his body has subsided at least. “Okay. Okay. I––I’m sorry,” he mutters, stepping back to stand beside you.

You fix your attention back to Judge Kim. “Continuing with what Seokjin said earlier… D-don’t you think it’s ridiculous for people to claim that we have fallen in l-love, like you suggested?” You stammer a bunch in your speech, probably to your detriment. You scold yourself internally as you wait for the demon to respond.

He purses his lips, shrugging nonchalantly. “We have ways of knowing, Miss Y/N. We wouldn’t have this type of rule if we haven’t seen it happen in the past. Trust me, we always know.”

“What do you know, then?”

“We have witnesses say that when you and Min Yoongi… fulfilled your contract the other night, there was a slight difference in the way he moved. As you may or may not know, Min Yoongi is a highly trained professional. He knows better than to implicate other emotions into his job.”

“What are you implying?” You ask, though you already know what he means. In front of you, Yoongi’s chin lifts up imperceptibly.

“I am implying that Min Yoongi has fallen in love with you.”

The courtroom is once again filled with chatter. Hisses and jeers fly left and right, and even a wad of paper is thrown right at Yoongi’s immobile form. The winged ladies crow in unison, chanting “Foolish, foolish…” repeatedly as they strike their talons against the floor.

There is a yell from the upper stands. “Love has tarnished the infallible Min Yoongi!”

“Kill him! He is useless to us now!”

“What is an incubus if he is not blinded by lust? How will he ever be whole again if he is to share his heart with someone else?”

The uproar does not cease until the judge raises a hand. He affixes you with a gaze, prompting you to respond to their accusations. The crowd surveys you, like vultures waiting for you to take your last breath. You gulp, skin prickling with nerves.

“And who is to say that these accusations are even credible?”

“Oh?” The judge perks at that, leaning closely as he appraises you. You shrink back, unnerved by his sudden change in demeanor.

“Miss Y/N, did you come here to defend Min Yoongi? Or to stand as a witness? Why do you feel so… inclined to save some lowly incubus such as he? Surely, you have other things worth doing with your time right now.”

Murmurs. Nails and tongues click impatiently all around you. Your mouth goes dry as the demons start to openly stare at you, picking you apart. Trying to elicit the truth out of you.

“Or perhaps, Miss Y/N…” Judge Kim stands now, opening his arms to address the entire crowd. Everyone cheers as he pauses for theatrical effect. “You are also… inflicted with the same malady as our dear Min Yoongi is?”

The whispers grow louder. Cold terror paralyzes. You take a shaky inhale.

“I…”

“Y/N,” Seokjin warns, grasping your arm. He looks gaunt, like the soul has been sucked out of him. “The moment I sense that your life is in danger, I’m getting you out of here, understand?”

A warning. If you don’t say the right thing now, you’ll never be able to save Yoongi. You can’t blame Seokjin for wanting to get out of there either. This may be your last chance to see Yoongi, but you only hope that at the very least, it won’t be his last chance at life. You have to think fast.

You chance a look around the room. You see Namjoon sitting stock still beside his father, gaze unreadable. He is looking at neither you nor Seokjin, but somewhere over your shoulder. It is clear that he will not be of help this time. On the other hand…

The demon with the heart shaped smile beside him gesticulates wildly back at you, mouthing something that you can’t quite make sense of. You watch confusedly, as he appears to be asking you to keep talking, judging by the way he’s opening his mouth as wide as he can.

“Are you sure?” you mouth back, still feeling afraid. He gives you a thumbs up, nodding enthusiastically that you think his head might fly off.

“Miss Y/N? What do you have to say?” Judge Kim snaps you out of your trance, you cheeks burning after being called out once more.

“I… have a confession to make.” You hear Seokjin stifle a gasp. Yoongi is as motionless as ever, the wound on his chest steadily dripping with scarlet. It has started to pool on the floor, painting the tiles like molten tar. You almost miss it, but his hand twitches by his side.

“When I asked Yoongi to… have sex with me, I asked him to do it in a way where I could pretend that we…”

“Pretend?” Judge Kim repeats.

Your heart pulsates to a crescendo. “Pretend that we… were in love. It was all a farce.”

The crowd erupts.

“Liar!”

“A fucking stupid story, I bet!”

“Dumb whore!”

“Miss Y/N, I’m going to need for you to explain. Properly.” He glares at you harshly, slamming a gavel when the audience wails back in defiance. “Silence! We will listen to her testimony!”

Focus, Y/N. Think fast. This is the only way you can save him. It will hurt, but it will have been for good. It is worth it.

(Or so, you hope.)

“I… I have never been in love. I never knew what that type of emotion felt, and I craved it more than anything. So, when he asked me what I wanted from him, I told him that… I wanted to pretend like we were together. It’s a stupid type of roleplay that others might not have asked for from an incubus, but I did.” Your words sound pathetic in your ears, but in a way, they are nothing if not the truth. Despite what the other demons might say, you know deep in your soul that Min Yoongi could not be in love with you.

The two of you might have shared a connection, possibly even as close acquaintances, but love? It’s a long shot. Hell, you’re not sure if you love him either. (A lie, but you won’t admit it.) Everything about this trial is making your head swim, confusing you as terror and anguish become all you can perceive.

Yes, that’s right...

There is nothing about you to love. You have been nothing but a menace to him, an inconvenience. It’s your fault that he is hurting right now, your fault for being incapable of having the most basic of human desires. If you just had been a normal human being and just fucked him on the first day, then none of this would have happened. You’ve grappled with this guilt for years, and now you have proof that what you’ve always feared is true: you’re different, and you will be punished for it.

“She’s lying!” A demon with electric blue hair and pale skin screeches, standing up with a finger pointed at you. He bears his numerous teeth, a wolfish smile tugging upwards.

Others begin to say the same, a chorus of dissent starting to rise. Judge Kim looks down to where Yoongi sits, who still refuses to open his eyes. With a flick of his wrist, Judge Kim forces the guards to lift Yoongi to his feet. They do as he asks, and you’re left helpless as Yoongi staggers upwards, coughing up globs of blood like a morbid fountain.

“Yoongi. Is what this human saying true?”

Yoongi wheezes once, twice. He warbles something unintelligible, too soft for anyone to understand.

“Speak louder or risk your life being shortened to its last inch,” the judge sneers. The guards’ grips tighten on his torso, causing him to choke for air.

“Stop it! You’re gonna kill him!” You turn to Namjoon, wrecked sobs all you can manage at this point. “Namjoon! Make them stop!”

Judge Kim guffaws, as do the jury beside him. “Human, you really are as shameless as you say you are. However, we cannot just let him go. Your claims are baseless unless the incubus himself swears that what you say is true.”

“Y/N, we have to go now.” Seokjin fidgets beside you, shoulders hunched as if he’s ready for flight. You plead weakly with him, but he shakes his head. “No. There’s nothing else you can do.”

“Listen to Seokjin, mortal. He is right; there is no saving those lost to love.” Judge Kim says. He motions for the guards to shackle Yoongi once more, the clinking metal loud in the spacious hall. But then––

“Wait just a moment, your Honor.”

Confusion breaks out as the demon beside Namjoon stands up, his purple horns making him appear taller than he is. Even when he seems serious, his mouth still appears as heart shaped as they always do.

The judge looks surprised as everyone else. “Jung Hoseok?”

“Yes, your Honor. I am terribly sorry for interrupting you, but I’d like to question Miss Y/N some more.” He swallows heavily, jumping from foot to foot in anticipation. The atmosphere stills.

Judge Kim hums. “Well, I can certainly say that I am intrigued. Jung Hoseok, you’ve never once spoken during a trial.”

“I… believe there is something worth looking into with what Miss Y/N had said, that’s all.” He faces you, his determination blazing forth. He risks a small grin at you, making the all-consuming panic inside of you abate for a moment.

There is a pause as the judge appraises both you and Hoseok. A minute passes, but it feels like a millennia. Eventually, he sighs, waving for Hoseok to start. “Hmm. Alright, Jung Hoseok. You may proceed.”

His grin is charismatic, shedding a glow that you might even call heavenly. “Right. All I wanted to point out was that we should really consider who we’re dealing with right now. Like, come on guys!” He has the audacity to chuckle sarcastically, peering at his colleagues with contempt. “This is Min Yoongi we’re talking about! Hate him or love him, we all know that he’s one of the best in the business. Would he really risk his life for some filthy human?” He laughs, louder than before, so much so that the demons near him start giggling as well.

His amusement is contagious. Soon, the court shakes with laughter––even the blue-haired demon who had shouted a while ago has begun to snicker in earnest. Your ears redden as embarrassment fills you, defenseless against their cruelty.

Even the judge manages to let out a chuckle. “That’s true. What type of idiot would he be?”

Hoseok nods, enthusiastic. “Precisely. This is all just a misunderstanding. After all, humans are such fickle creatures… They want so endlessly, and yet at their core, they are nothing more than toys for us to discard.”

You can tell that the other demons have started to become swayed by Hoseok’s statement. A few nod their heads, and the ones closer to him even nudge him in a show of blatant camaraderie. Whoever this Hoseok was, he is certainly well-liked among the citizens of hell. Well-liked enough to be believed in an instant, it seems.

But to you, his words leave a sting that you aren’t sure you’ll forget. After all, Yoongi must see you like Hoseok described: nothing more than a foul, pathetic human. How foolish of you to think he could ever see you as an equal, much less a lover. He never once said he loved you, and he never will. Even now, as the proceedings reach its end, he has yet to look at you once.

The guards lift Yoongi up again, one of them grasping his chin so that he may face Judge Kim. You cannot see him except for his back, where his fists are folded behind him. Judge Kim leans over his podium, close enough to Yoongi that he could probably see through him if he so desired.

“Min Yoongi. I will ask you one last time and you shall speak clearly, lest you suffer the consequences. Did you or did you not fall in love with Miss Y/N?”

From your perch, you see his hands move. They tighten for a moment, fingernails digging so deeply into his palms that it is sure to draw blood, but it hardly makes a difference with how bloodied they already are. And then, they relax, just like that. Yoongi’s arms give out like a ragdoll.

You listen to his voice, for the first time that day. Like nails driven into a coffin. In just a few words, he buries you.

He says, “Yes. It’s true. Everything has been a charade.”

But the judge is not appeased. He needs to make sure that the nails won’t give out––that you’ve truly been buried under soil and heartbreak. He makes the guards turn him around, and you are faced again with Yoongi.

“If what you say is true, then say it once more. Look her in the eyes and tell her she is nothing to you. Go on.”

Yoongi refuses to open them, but he does as the judge asks. He repeats them, slowly, as if savoring them. You had hoped that it would hurt less this time, but it seems that the nails have reached deeper than you had imagined. It takes a century’s worth of effort to keep your sobs at bay.

Appeased, the judge allows the jury to convene. When they finish, Kim Namjoon is the one who stands to his feet, poised primly like he has been during the entire hearing. He is quick to dab a bead of sweat that trails down towards his chin.

“Has the jury reached a unanimous decision?” Judge Kim asks. Everyone waits for the jury to settle, watching with bated breath for the outcome of the trial.

Namjoon nods. “After heavy consideration, we, the jury, find the defendant to be... not guilty.”

Beside you, Seokjin releases a sigh of relief, head bowing in exhaustion. He laughs, disbelieving. “By God, he did it.”

The moment Namjoon finishes his statement, the guards immediately release Yoongi, leaving him to curl up to the floor in pain. He wheezes loudly at your feet, cradling his bloody torso. Instinctively, you jump over your podium, kneeling over his shivering form. Your hands float above him, afraid of hurting him further.

Seokjin is quick to pull you up, holding you tight when you struggle to reach for Yoongi. “Y/N, this is more than enough. We’ve done you needed to do, and we are going back now.”

“Fuck off,” you cry hoarsely, unwilling to leave him just yet. You need to know that he will be okay, that everything will have been worth it.

To your right, you hear footsteps hurriedly approaching you. Namjoon and Hoseok appear, a small vial of something clutched tightly in Hoseok’s hand. He is quick to feed the liquid to Yoongi, who begins coughing harshly when it hits his tongue. To your amazement, the medicine gives Yoongi enough strength to roll over on his back, broken gulps of air leaving his split lips.

“Y/N.”

Alive. Alive. He’s going to be alright.

“Yoongi, you’re going to be ok––” No. NONONONONO.

A scream rips out of your throat as you gaze at him, terrified, as he looks back at you. You are frozen, unable to tear yourself away from the frightening sight of the mangled remains of a demon who was once whole.

It can’t be real. They can’t have done this…

But they have.

...

His eyes are gone. Black holes where soft irises once called home.

“Go back home, Y/N. You’ve done more than enough.” Yoongi’s words would’ve hurt less had he shouted, but his voice is devoid of emotion. He stands up unsteadily, and you can only watch as Namjoon and Hoseok help him to his feet. They sling his arms around their shoulders, carrying him gently across the large courtroom. His feet drag listlessly behind him, his head bowed in silent defeat. They leave the room quickly, and you wouldn’t be able to follow even if you tried.

There is a warm hand pressed against your back. “I’m sorry, Y/N,” Seokjin whispers, his thumb rubbing circles across your shoulder blades, “There’s nothing else we can do.”

A wave of fatigue suddenly washes over you, your eyelids growing immensely heavy. You think your knees might have collapsed, Seokjin’s strong arms catching you before you hit the ground. You hardly hear him whisper another apology before your mind shuts off, allowing you to be sleep’s mistress for the night.

It is an entirely dreamless sleep––the eyes of your beloved incubus absent for the first time in weeks.

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Code of Silence Ch 5 - The Party (M)

Genre: Mafia AU, light fluff, smut

Member: Min Yoongi

Word Count: 7.2K

TW: swearing, mafia talk, nipple play, biting, fingering, multiple orgasms, kind of exhibitionism

It’s been two months since you got married; almost august. Every day is much like the rest of them. You wake up, fix Yoongi breakfast, and then lay around the house, trying to keep yourself busy until you make yourself dinner, take a shower, and then go to bed. Sometimes, when you know Yoongi’s going to be home late, you relax in your room, or in the tub and play with yourself, breaking out your toys and wearing yourself out, because sometimes it’s the only thing left for you to do. You and Yoongi have gotten to know each other much better, in fact, you know almost everything about him, and you’re glad that he takes a day off here and there to spend time with you so you’re not alone.

Yoongi doesn’t like you down at the club too often, as there has been more and more trouble with the Busan gang crossing borders lately; he doesn’t want to leave you vulnerable; but today is one of the days you decided you want to go out, so now here you sit at a table, having lunch with Taehyung and Yoongi. Well, Taehyung and you are eating, Yoongi is fretting over some emails he received earlier in the day from the west end about some young thugs terrorizing a neighborhood.

“Yoongi, please eat something.” You beg, pushing his plate back toward him.

“I will in a minute.”

“You said that five minutes ago.” Taehyung states. “Come on boss, you gotta eat.”

“Fine! Fine. Jesus.” Yoongi shuts his laptop and brings his plate toward him, digging into the food you had the kitchen make for him, watching him gradually relax as he eats.

“Better?” You ask, taking another bite of your sandwich.

He nods. “Definitely. How do you always know what I need?” He questions in amazement.

“Why do you always ask me that?” You giggle, trying to hide your smile.

“It’s because she’s your wife, she needs to know these things.” Taehyung blurts loudly, staring at something behind you.

“What are you talking about? Yoongi grumbles as you turn to see Yoongi’s mom walking up to your table.

“Oh, um h-hi!” You blurt, nudging Yoongi with your elbow to get his attention.

“Hm?” He turns to you as his mom speaks.

“Hi sweetheart! How are my three favorite troublemakers?” She asks, beaming.

“Hey mom.” Yoongi nods at her before turning back to his food.

“Hi Mrs. Min! You look nice today.” Taehyung charms, making her giggle like a schoolgirl.

“Thank you little Kim. I just wanted to remind you three about the party tomorrow night. You’ll be there, right?”

“Party?” You turn to Yoongi in question.

“Yoongi, don’t tell me you forgot to tell Y/N-ah?”

“Mom, I told you, I have work to do.”

“So much work you can’t stop by your own father’s birthday party? At your own club?”

“It’s Dad’s birthday? Why didn’t you tell me?” You pout.

“Because we’re not going.” Yoongi insists.

“Why not?” His mom demands.

“Yeah, why not?” You repeat. “I think it’ll be fun.”

“Yeah, come on Min, lighten up.” Taehyung joins in, elbowing Yoongi’s side playfully.

Yoongi drops his chopsticks, clearly aggravated. “Okay! We can go for a little bit.” He aquieces. “Can I please eat now?”

You roll your eyes and turn to Yoongi’s mom. “We’ll be there, I promise.”

“Perfect!” She exclaims as she begins to walk away. “Right after closing!” You and Taehyung wave goodbye as she disappears out the door onto the street.

“Yoongi,” You turn back to your husband. “Why don’t you want to go?”

“It’s just going to be like every other party. All of the family, and a bunch of my dad’s friends standing around, drinking soju and judging me.”

“Judging you?” Taehyung cock his head in confusion.

“Yoongi, no one’s judging you. If anything, they’ll congratulate you for doing such a good job.”

“Right…” He scoffs.

“She’s right.” Taehyung agrees. “You’re doing really well at running things.”

“Thanks Little Kim.” Yoongi sighs as he finishes the last bite of his food. “I have to get back up to my office and straighten some things out. Why don’t you go shopping?” Yoongi suggests.

“Shopping?” Now you’re the one that’s confused.

“Yeah,” Yoongi pulls his wallet out of his back pocket and hands you his sleek, black credit card. “Go buy a new dress for tomorrow night.”

“A-are you sure?” You check, hesitantly taking the card.

“Absolutely. Dress, shoes, the whole deal. Little Kim, you go with her. Buy yourself something nice, and make sure she gets something good. If we’re going tomorrow, I want to show you off a little bit to those asshole stiffs.”

“Boss, you don’t have to show me off, you already have my heart.” Taehyung coos, batting his lashes at Yoongi as he grabs the elder man’s arm.

Yoongi rolls his eyes as he shrugs Taehyung off. “Sometimes I really don’t know why you hang out with him.”

“Just for that I’m taking her to the expensive stores.” Taehyung pouts.

“Go ahead. Go wild. Buy designer.” Yoongi urges as he stands, collecting his things, leaning down to kiss you on the head before he starts to walk toward the back where his office sits. “I’m counting on you Little Kim. Make it good!” And with that he disappears around the corner. Before you can even say anything, Taehyung has tugged you up out of your seat and is rushing you out the door over towards his car.

Ten minutes later you’re walking into the Daehyun Primall, arm linked with Taehyung’s as he leads you through the doors. You’ve never been to a mall this big, usually you just go to the one down the street from your old house, but Taehyung insisted the shops here were better.

“Where should we go first?” Taehyung asks, clearly more excited for this than you are.

“I don’t know.” You shrug. “You know this place better than me.”

“Well, do you want your shoes to match your dress, or your dress to match your shoes?”

“Is… Is there a difference?”

Taehyung sighs at you. “Let’s just get started.”

Taehyung drags you into an expensive looking store, and you immediately feel uncomfortable. Everything looks fragile, and you know if you touch something you’re going to break it, so you keep your arms crossed in front of you while Taehyung whisks you around, pulling things off the rack at will and holding them up to you, either putting them back or folding them over his arm. When he’s made his selections, he ushers you into the dressing room and has you try on dress after dress, but none of them feel right to you and you quickly move onto the next store, and then the next store… and then the next store. You’re afraid you’re going to run out of stores before you find something.

It’s been four hours. As you’re walking between stores again, you happen to walk past something that catches your eye; a pair of shoes. Their beauty physically stops you in your tracks, causing Taehyung to bump into you.

“Y/N, what are you-?” He looks up into the window display and sees what’s caught your eye, smirking at your reaction. “Good choice. They’re Loubotin’s. Et voici et voila if I’m not mistaken.” You shake your head when you hear the designer name and begin to walk away. “Ah, where are you going?” Taehyung grabs your arm.

“They’re too expensive.” You mumble.

“How do you know? There’s no price?” Taehyung asks, looking back into the window.

“They’re designer…”

“Um, were you not at lunch? Your husband specifically said to buy something designer. He gave you his card for a reason. He wants you to get something you’ll like.”

“I can find something I’ll like that’s less expensive.”

“Y/N, we’ve been here all afternoon and this is the first time you’ve even shown interest in something.”

“But Tae-”

“No buts. Come on.” Taehyung tightens his grip on your arm and drags you into the store, walking right up to the first salesperson he sees. “Excuse me, she’d like to try on the lace Loubotin’s in the window please.”

“Very well.” The associate looks down at your feet and then walks away into the back of the store. You take a seat on the bench and wait a few moments until she returns with a box of shoes. You take off your sandals and the woman slides the shoes on your feet, fastening them with care.

“How’d you know my size?” You ask, amazed that the shoes fit perfectly.

“It’s a gift.” She says, smiling at you. “Go ahead and stand up.”

You stand and walk over to the mirror, staring at the expensive shoes on your feet and how unbelievably cute they look.

“Y/N,” Taehyung groans. “Those are perfect. You have to get them!”

“You think so?”

“Plus they’re white, which means Yoongi will adore them.”

“I don’t know…” You mumble, still unsure.”

“I do know.” He turns to the saleswoman. “We’ll take them.”

“Just so you know, they cost-”

“Nope. I don’t want to know.” Taehyung leans over and grabs your wallet out of your purse, taking out Yoongi’s credit card and handing it to the woman. “Just ring them up.”

The next minute, you’re walking out of the store, expensive ass shoes in hand, your heart having palpitations from all the money you just spent, but Taehyung refused to tell you how much, and even threw out the receipt before you could look.

“Now we just need to find you a dress to go with your shoes.”

“Tae, why are we even doing this?” You ask.

“Because Yoongi told us to?”

“Yeah, but why?” You repeat as he tugs you into the next store.

Taehyung smiles at you. “Because Yoongi wants to show you off. Which means he wants you to wear something sexy to show everyone how hot you are, which means he’s probably going to fuck you tomorrow night after the party.”

You choke on the water you just took a sip of. “Are you always so crude?”

“How long have you known me?” He asks as he looks at ties.

You roll your eyes. “Too long. But Yoongi’s not going to fuck me. He doesn’t want to. If he did, he would’ve done it by now.”

“What are you talking about?”

“We’ve been married for two months, he’s had plenty of chances!”

“Aren’t you the one who said he’s slowly starting to show more skinship with you?”

“Well, yeah, but that’s different. And it’s usually just in front of people who think we’re actually in love.”

“Y/N,” Taehyung sighs as he stops looking through a rack of dress shirts, clearly exasperated. “I don’t know how I can make this any more clear. Yoongi’s fucking into you. Okay? He likes you.”

“He does not.” You insist.

“You just… You’re too close to it, you can’t see what I see.”

“And what is it that you see?”

“The way he looks at you doll. It’s the same way my parents look at each other, the way your parents looked at each other… The way you looked at those fucking shoes.” He teases. “He sent you out today so he can show you off to the world tomorrow night. He wants to show everyone what’s his and his alone.”

“...You really think so?”

“Yes. So stop questioning yourself and let’s make you look hot!”

“Alright, fine. What kind of dress?”

It took two hours to find the perfect dress, by the time you were at the register, the mall was about to close. You walk into your apartment exhausted, your bags in hand as you shut the door behind you when you are immediately wrapped in two strong arms and knocked back up against the door.

“Oof!” You recognize the cologne as Yoongi’s and stand there a bit stunned. “Yoongi…?”

He pulls back and cups your face in his hands and you look around the apartment to see Namjoon, Seokjin, Yoongi’s father and Big Kim are all present. “Where have you been? Why haven’t you answered your phone?”

“I didn’t have it with me, I think I left it at the club. What’s wrong?” Yoongi seems unable to speak as he strokes his thumb across your cheek, his eyes red and puffy as though he’s been crying, so you look elsewhere for answers.

“We got a hit that Busan was following you to the mall.” Yoongi’s dad explains. “We checked it out and sent several of our guys down to protect you, but when they got there, they couldn’t find you or Little Kim, and when you didn’t answer your phones, we could only assume the worst.”

“Oh my god. We didn’t go to the usual place, Taehyung and I went to Daehyun. We had no idea.” You look back at Yoongi to see nothing but worry on his face. “I’m so sorry.”

“I thought they got you…” Yoongi whispers, pulling you close to press a lingering kiss against your forehead before wrapping you in a tight embrace, all for show you’re sure.

“Well, as long as everything’s good here, we’ll head home.” Big Kim states.

“I’m sorry to cause you so much trouble everyone.” Yoongi lets you go enough that you can bow in apology to the rest of the men in the apartment.

“It’s what we’re here for joka.” Big Kim assures you as he walks over and opens the door. “Let’s go kids.” He instructs the two younger men. “I’m sure these two have some things they’d like to do without us standing here gawking.” When the two boys still don’t move, Big Kim snaps his fingers. “Hey, let’s go.” Namjoon and Seokjin suddenly scramble to follow Big Kim out the door, Yoongi’s dad bringing up the rear.

“I’m glad you’re safe Y/N-ah.” He offers you a smile before heading out and shutting the door behind you.

You relax a little when they all leave until you realize Yoongi is still holding onto your waist, tightly. “Y-Yoongi.” You whisper. His gaze snaps up to meet yours. “I’m okay.” You smile softly and reach up to cup his cheek. “I’m here.”

“Right.” He immediately drops his arm. “Sorry.”

You feel a little sad at the loss of his touch. “Why don’t we get some sleep, hm? We’re going to be up late tomorrow at the party.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” Yoongi nods.

“I’m going to hang my dress up, I’ll be right there.”

“You can hang it up in my closet.” Yoongi offers.

“I’ll be right down the hall.” You assure him. “Besides, I want this to be a surprise.”

“Okay, just hurry.” Yoongi nods.

You head down to your room and take out your dress, hanging it up so that it doesn’t wrinkle, and putting your box of shoes underneath before changing into your pajamas and heading back to Yoongi’s room.

Yoongi’s sitting on his bed, flipping through channels on the tv, until he sees you come in and immediately forgets what he was doing. You climb under the covers with him and he scoots right up next to you, wrapping an arm around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder, surprising you a bit; usually he ends up cuddling you in his sleep, it’s never intentional.

“Yoongi… Are you okay?”

“I’m just… I’m glad you’re safe.” Yoongi whispers. You can’t think of anything to say in response, so you just hum contentedly as the two of you drift off.

The next day you wake up to an empty bed and look over on the nightstand to see a note; Yoongi always leaves you one now when he goes to work before you wake up.

I’m working late so I’ll meet you at the party. I can’t wait to see you. 9 o’clock. -Yoongi

You spend the morning putting about the apartment, flipping through make up tutorials online to try and figure out what to do with your face tonight. After you eat dinner, you finally decide on something and get to work, a natural looking eye with a dark nude lip; your dress will draw enough eyes. You leave your hair down in loose waves on your shoulders. When it’s time, you shimmy into the underwear Taehyung forced you to buy yesterday. “You don’t wear a bra with this kind of dress, but you should definitely have some cute underwear to balance it out!” Was his excuse. Then you slide into your dress, a white floor length, skin tight halter top with a low back, a deep v neck, and a mermaid bottom. You swear this thing cost more than your wedding dress. You sit on your bed and slip your shoes on before standing and taking a look at yourself in the mirror.

Somethings missing. You open up your jewelry box and dig through until you find them; your mother’s favorite dangling pearl earrings and one lone pearl strung on a low hanging silver necklace, the pearl itself settling right between your cleavage. You quickly put the jewelry on before taking another look in the mirror. Perfect. You grab your clutch before heading out, locking the apartment behind you and heading down to the curb where Taehyung is waiting for you.

He whistles when he sees you come out of the building. “Damn doll, you look smoking!” He hollers at you as you walk up and open the door.

“Shut up.” You roll your eyes as you get in. The two of you listen to music as Taehyung drives to the club. It’s not a far drive, maybe ten minutes, but the entire time you’re fussing with your boobs. Taehyung parks the car and you both hop out and you walk toward the club’s back entrance. “This feels wrong.” You complain, still messing with your dress. “Something’s wrong.”

“Nothing’s wrong.” Taehyung smacks your hands away from your chest. “It looks sexy.”

“I feel like I’m going to have a nip slip.” You whine.

“I told you to buy dress tape, but you didn’t listen to me.” Taehyung reminds you. “But you’re supposed to show a little side boob.” He stops and adjusts your dress for you, making the fabric sit just right on your breasts. “There. Better?”

“Maybe…” You huff. “Why is it that you can do these things and I can’t?”

“I’ve had a lot more experience taking off and putting on clothes than you have.” You roll your eyes at the smirk plastered on Taehyung’s face and walk away from him. “Come on, that was funny!” He calls after you, running after you as you open the door.

“Why didn’t we go in the front door?” You ask as you walk down the long back hallway, past Yoongi’s office and the kitchen to the dining room doors.

“Because we always come in this way, it’s more dramatic.”

“Whatever, let’s just go.” You state, pushing open the door and walking into the room.

It’s already filled with people, you look at your phone to see it’s 9:15; you’re late, but just barely. You look around to see if you can spot your husband, but you can’t find him until Taehyung nudges your side and points at the bar where you see Yoongi slumped over, staring at his beer, a bit dejectedly. Is something the matter?

“He’s probably just waiting for you.” Taehyung whispers, reading your mind. “Go get him, I’ll meet up with you later when you’re ready to leave.” You nod and feel Taehyung’s hand leave your back as he disappears into the crowd. You straighten yourself up and head over to the bar, tapping Yoongi on the shoulder.

“Is this seat taken handsome?” You coo.

He holds up his left hand, not even looking at you and fiddles with his wedding ring. “Married. Thanks.”

“I know.” You giggle. This causes Yoongi to look up at you, his eyes going wide when he realizes it’s you, they grow even wider when he takes in the sight of you in the skin tight dress.

“Holy shit…” He mumbles, not even trying to hide his hungry eyes raking over your body before they meet yours again. “Y/N, you look amazing.”

“Good enough to show off?” You ask.

“Perfect.” Yoongi finishes his beer and the orders you a drink before wrapping his arm around your waist and whisking you around to show you off. You meet several official looking businessmen that are apparently investors of your lifestyle as they back the family before you run into Yoongi’s dad.

“Happy birthday!” You cheer, giving him a hug.

“Thank you so much Y/N-ah.” He smiles wide.

“I got you something while I was out yesterday, I hope you don’t mind?” You ask, taking the carefully wrapped package out of your clutch, still unsure as to how you got it to fit in there, even after you took it out of the box.

“Well, I’m not going to say no to a present!” He claps his hands excitedly as you hand him the gift which he quickly tears into.

“I heard Yoongi saying you needed a new one.” You explain as he takes the watch out of the wrapping. “I hope you like it.”

He admires the beauty of the new watch and beams at you before fastening it to his wrist where the tan line of his old watch sits. “It’s beautiful joka, thank you. What an amazing daughter-in-law!” He says, a little louder than normal, obviously trying to impress someone nearby, and apparently it works. A tall, muscular, and rather intimidating man walks over to your small circle.

“What are you barking about Min?” He asks, slapping Yoongi’s dad on the back.

“Look,” He holds out his wrist. “My wonderful daughter-in-law gave this to me!”

“Ah, the elusive Choi girl is finally here?”

“She’s a Min now Hanbin.” He gestures to you. “This is her. Y/N, this is one of my oldest friends, Park Hanbin.”

“Pleasure.” Hanbin sticks his hand out for you to shake, but when you do, a chill runs down your spine. Something about this guy seems off.

“The pleasure’s mine.” You smile sweetly as he looks you over, pursing his lips.

“Yoongi.” He nods at Yoongi before glancing at you again. “You seem to be doing well for yourself.”

“Always good to see you Mr. Park.” Yoongi nods back, protectively tightening his grip on your waist.

“Well,” He turns back to Yoongi’s dad. “Afraid I have to cut out early. The misses is calling.”

“You better run home.” Yoongi’s dad jokes, clearly having delved into the liquor quite a bit already.

“I’ll see you next time.” He shakes Yoongi’s dad’s hand and then Yoongi’s. “It was nice to finally meet you Y/N. I’ll see you around I’m sure.” He gives you a sly smile and then walks away, disappearing into the fray.

“Yoongi, there’s a few more people you two should meet.” Yoongi’s dad states, ushering you both in the direction of the bar.

You meet about twenty more people, including Namjoon and Seokjin’s mom and dad; honestly, you didn’t know the two were brothers they’re so different; but after you escape and have a few more drinks, you find yourself out on the dancefloor with Yoongi. You arms are wrapped around his neck and his around your waist as you both sway slowly. A few songs in, you decide to ask the question lingering in the back of your mind.

“Yoongi, how does your dad know Hanbin?”

“Mr. Park? They grew up together. They were friends all through high school.”

“Does he… Does he know about-”

“The family business?” Yoongi shakes his head. “As far as he knows, my parents are just happily retired.”

“How did he know my last name?”

Yoongi ponders this for a moment, then shrugs. “My dad probably mentioned your family once or twice as friends, that’s all. He wasn’t around to be able to come to the wedding, otherwise you would’ve met him there.” You simply nod, something about than man bothered you, but you can’t put your finger on it. Yoongi seems to sense your discomfort. “Y/N, what’s wrong?”

“Hm? Oh, nothing, I-” You look around for an excuse when you see several pairs of eyes around the room staring at you.”

“Everyone’s just… T-they’re all staring.” You mumble.

“Because you look amazing Y/N-ah. If I was them, I’d be staring too. Your ass looks incredible in that dress.” He suddenly stops moving as he realizes what he said, the alcohol clearly having an effect on him tonight, and you can’t help but giggle.

“You think so?”

“Definitely.” He nods, his cheeks turning pink as he starts to sway again.

“Well I have to say, I’ve always liked the look of you in a fitted suit.” You admit.

“Really?” Yoongi looks a bit shocked by your confession.

“Yoongi, do you not realize how handsome you are?”

“Me? Uh… Not really. Taehyung’s way more handsome than me.”

You shake your head. “You’re different kinds of handsome.” Yoongi looks at you, confused so you explain. “Taehyung is goofy handsome. You’re quietly handsome.”

“I’m… I guess that makes sense.”

“You’re hot stuff Yoongi, just accept it.”

Yoongi chuckles. “If you say so.”

“I do.” You confirm before resting your head on his shoulder. You sway for a bit longer before you hear Yoongi’s voice, low in your ear.

“You’re beautiful…” He whispers, making you shoot back up in surprise as a shiver runs through you.

“R-really?” You stutter. He nods, his gaze flickering between your eyes and your lips.

Are you drunk or does Yoongi want to kiss you right now? Your eyes flash down to his lips, catching a glimpse of his tongue flicking out to wet them and suddenly your head is spinning with arousal. One of Yoongi’s hands comes up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing your skin before he pulls you close, pressing his lips to yours for the first time since your wedding.

His lips are just as soft as you remember, but they feel needier now than they did before. He quickly tilts his head to deepen the kiss, filling your senses with bliss until he pulls away, both of you suddenly out of breath. Yoongi searches your face, looking for some sort of emotion, but all you can do is smile shyly as you look away and blush. Yoongi looks like he’s about to say something, but he’s interrupted by a voice from behind you.

“Y/N-ah! It’s getting late, are you guys ready to head home?” Taehyung asks, slinging his arms around your and Yoongi’s shoulders.

“Yes.” Yoongi nods quickly. “We’re ready.”

“Perfect. I’m parked out back, let’s go.” Taehyung walks away, and Yoongi grabs your hand, tugging you along after him. You grab your clutch from behind the bar, say goodnight to everyone and then head out the back door, but as you go to sit up front with Taehyung, Yoongi stops you and pushes you into the backseat before climbing in with you and shutting the door, never letting go of your hand.

“What am I, your chauffeur?” Taehyung asks as he pulls out into traffic.

“Just drive.” Yoongi grumbles. As you drive he squeezes your hand in between both of his, rubbing the back of it with his thumb, you can’t help but stare at his long slender fingers, entranced by the way they move until one of his hands starts pulling at the fabric of your dress, hiking it up until he can slip his hand under the fabric onto your bare high, your breath hitches as his fingers move closer and closer to your center before quickly slipping under the lace.

You feel him hesitate for just a second before his fingers find your clit, making your gasp and slap your hand over your mouth. Yoongi’s not even looking at you, but man is he paying attention; every little twitch of his fingers that makes you whimper, he memorizes and uses it against you until finally he sinks two of those long slender fingers into your core as a whine slips past your lips.

You catch Taehyung’s gaze in the mirror and he raises an eyebrow, but you shake your head and turn your gaze out the window, your face flushed red. Your breathing picks up as the hand that isn’t covering your mouth reaches out and grabs Yoongi’s thigh, squeezing it tightly as you silently beg him to stop, but he ignores you, curling his fingers up into your g spot. You can’t help the gasp that slips past your lips as you bend over, grabbing Yoongi’s arm and stopping his motions just as Taehyung pulls up in front of your building.

Yoongi quickly slips his fingers out of you, popping them in his mouth as he opens the door and steps out of the car. You have to stop for a moment and give yourself a reality check. Did that just happen? You tug your dress down as Taehyung opens the door for you. Did Yoongi just finger you? Out of nowhere?

Before you even realize it, Yoongi has your arm and is walking you toward your building. You wave goodbye to Taehyung, who is nice enough to wait until you get into your building to drive away. You and Yoongi step into the elevator, and suddenly it’s quiet; the only thing you hear is the pounding of your heart in your ears. Now he chooses to be completely silent?

Yoongi still has a hold of your hand as he walks out of the elevator and punches the code into the keypad, unlocking the door and leading you into your apartment. The two of you stand in the entryway after he shuts the door and take your shoes off, but after they come off, you can’t bring yourself to move. What the hell happened in the car? And why isn’t he saying anything now? Did you do something wrong? Did you- Mmph!

Yoongi pushes you back up into the wall and plants his lips back on yours, grabbing your hips and pulling you close to his body. The sudden action takes you by surprise, but you don’t waste a second in kissing him back, tugging at his dress shirt to get him closer to you. Yoongi’s hands slip around to your back, caressing your skin as his tongue slips into your mouth for the first time; he tastes like you. His kisses only grow more and more needy as you stand pinned between him and the wall until he reaches his hands down and grabs your ass, squeezing it tightly, causing you to moan and break the kiss.

Yoongi doesn’t even stop, his lips trail to your neck, leaving hot, wet kisses against your throat. You gasp with each touch of his lips against you, your nerves electrified as your arousal swirls in the pit of your stomach, your panties already soaked through. Is this it? Is this really happening? Are you finally going to have sex with Yoongi?

“Y-Yoongi…” You whimper.

This causes Yoongi to stop, his forehead resting on your shoulder as he catches his breath. “Shit…” He curses. “Y/N-ah, I’m so sorry I… I should’ve asked in the car and I-”

“Don’t apologize, please.”

“We don’t have to… I mean. I feel like I’m- You can say no.”

“Yoongi.” You grab his face and force him to look at you. “I-I want this. I need this, I want… I want you, please.” You beg.

That’s all it takes. Suddenly you’re being pulled into Yoongi’s room, the door is shut behind you and his lips are back on yours. Yoongi is uncontrollably needy now, his lips are all over you; your own lips, your neck, your shoulder; and his hands are following close behind; caressing your neck, your back, your hips, your ass, pulling you as close to him as he possibly can. His tongue slips back into your mouth as his hands slide down to your chest, groping you over your dress before pulling back in surprise.

“No bra?”

“You don’t wear a bra with this type of dress.” You repeat Taehyung’s words, smirking at Yoongi.

“Then I’m glad you bought it.”Yoongi smiles back, bringing his hands to your back and unzipping the dress before reaching up to the clasp around your neck, undoing it, and letting the fabric fall to the floor. “You looked sexy as hell tonight.” He groans, walking you over to the bed, letting your knees hit the mattress before you fall back, Yoongi falling on top of you, his knees on either side of you as his lips latch back to yours. “It took everything in me to keep my hands off of you.”

“Why’d you try so hard?” You tease. Yoongi pauses and climbs off you, standing up. Wait, you didn’t want him to stop. “Yoongi-”

“Because I didn’t know you wanted it this badly.” Now it’s his turn to smirk as he shrugs off his jacket, never taking his eyes off your body as he takes off his tie and starts to unbutton his shirt.

“You didn’t ask.” You sit up and pull him to you by the hem of his shirt and start to help him with the buttons, staring up at him, admiring the way his hair falls into his eyes at this angle, making him seem more mischievous than normal.

When you get his shirt undone, you part the fabric and your hands explore his toned abdomen, loving the pale translucence of his skin tone, until your hands find the waistband of his dress pants, meeting his gaze for permission. He nods, ever so slightly and you smile before unbuttoning then and pulling down the zipper, you’re about to grab the waistband when Yoongi pushes you down on the bed, drops his pants and then scoots you back, climbing on the bed between your legs before his lips find your neck again, leaving hot kisses along your skin before he reaches your collarbone and decides to bite down, sending pleasure sparking through your body.

“Yoongi…” You gasp.

“Does that feel good?”

“Mm.” You nod, blushing. “I-I like to be bit.”

“Lucky for you, I like to bite.” He leans back down and bites you again on your shoulder, then your neck, then your chest, then he slides down to your breasts, squeezing them tightly before biting down harshly on the top of each of them, causing you to let out a small moan.

Yoongi then flicks one of your nipples before pulling the other into his mouth, sucking on it harshly before tugging on it with his teeth, causing your back to arch off the bed from pleasure.

“A-Ah~ Oh god…” You whimper, your hands gripping the sheets. While his mouth stays on your breasts, one of Yoongi’s hands slips down between your thighs, touching you over your panties again.

“God, you’re still so wet.” He muses, pushing the soaked lace out of the way and touching you directly, his fingers deftly slipping into your folds and circling your clit.

“Y-Yoong-i.” You whine, your hips bucking up into his hand.

“What’s got you so worked up Y/N-ah?”

“I-I-”

“You just want to be touched, don’t you?” He teases, tracing his fingers around your entrance.

“Y-yes.” You moan, trying to get him to slip the digits inside you, but instead he pulls away. You whine as the loss of sensation until he grabs your underwear and yanks them down your legs, allowing you to catch a glimpse of his hardness in his tight boxers until he starts to play with his own waistband, but then changes his mind.

"You're so beautiful." He mumbles, laying at your side as he presses his lips to your neck, spreading your legs before slipping those two fingers from the car back into your core. Your head falls back against the mattress as Yoongi's fingers curl inside you, rubbing right against your g spot and making your head spin. Suddenly, you feel your release creeping up on you at a rapid pace, and it only takes a few more well placed thrusts of his fingers before you come undone, your body quivering at his touch. He coasts you through your orgasm the best he can with the way your thighs squeeze together.

"God, you're even more beautiful when you cum." Yoongi groans, sitting back up and grabbing his boxers. He takes a deep breath and pushes them down his legs, revealing his length; you watch it bounce as he throws his boxers to the floor, your mouth watering at the sight.

He follows your gaze and blushes before scooting up between your legs, his long cock brushing your folds, making your shiver with anticipation. “Um. It’s… It’s been a while for me so I don’t know how long I’ll last.” He admits.

“It’s okay.” You smile up at him with a small giggle. “It took me, what. Two minutes?”

He chuckles as he leans over you, giving you one last lingering kiss before he pushes his hips forward. You gasp harshly as Yoongi’s cock slips inside you, not having been stretched out for a while, there’s a slight burn, but it feels oh so delicious. Yoongi holds his breath, only letting it out in short pants when he’s completely seated inside you.

“H-holy shit.” He groans. “You already- Are… Are you always this tight?”

You can only whine in response, wrapped up in the feeling of him inside you, your core contracting in pleasure. You wrap your legs around Yoongi’s waist, urging him to move by digging your heels into his back. He gets the message and pulls his hips back before quickly snapping them into you, making the two of you simultaneously moan out. After that, Yoongi can’t hold back. He thrusts into you over and over, moaning and groaning above you, filling you up so wonderfully. One of your hands grips his shoulder for support, the other finds purchase in his hair, tugging on his dark black locks in pleasure.

“F-feels so good.” You whimper. “Yoongi…”

He grunts in your ear, resting his forehead on your shoulder as he picks up his pace, slamming into you relentlessly, causing a lewd squelching sound between your legs from just how wet you are. You’ve been waiting for this for so long, the anticipation alone has you a mess, but it’s even better than you imagined, better than you ever dreamt. You whine with each thrust, your breasts bouncing as sweat forms on your body.

Yoongi’s not faring much better; his hair is damp, his chest sticky where it presses against yours. He sits back on his knees and plunges into you even deeper, hitting spots inside you that have you seeing stars. You study him; the way his chest heaves, the way his muscles ripple, the way his arm veins pop out, the way his eyes close, the way his brow furrows in concentration; you’ve never seen him look this sexy before, but it turns you on like nothing else, your core contracting harshly around Yoongi’s length, causing him to gasp as his hips stutter.

“Fuck, I-I’m not going to l-last.”

“Yoongi p-please…” Yoongi takes a deep breath, slowing down his thrusts to make them intentional, purposeful, wiggling his hips around until he finds your spot. “Oh god, right there!” You moan. “Fuck~”

“Cum for me Y/N. Please.” Yoongi begs, thrusting into your g-spot over and over. To help, Yoongi slips a hand between your bodies, circling your clit harshly, causing your release to hit you sooner than expected.

“Y-Yoongi!” You cry out, your back arching off the bed as you orgasm harshly, your core spasming around his cock as your body shudders beneath him.

“Oh god, ohh fuck~” Yoongi curses, riding out your orgasm before quickly pulling out and stroking himself to release on your lower abdomen, some of the hot white mess dripping down into your folds.

Yoongi sits back on his knees, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath while you’re still slightly out of it from your own orgasm. Yoongi quickly climbs off the bed and pulls on his boxers before heading into the bathroom. You lie on the bed, still trying to process if this was real or not when Yoongi comes back with a damp washcloth. He cleans up the mess he made between your thighs before throwing the cloth into the laundry basket as he walks to his dresser. He pulls out a t shirt and tosses it to you before climbing into bed with you, just watching as you lay down.

You turn and look at him. “ Is everything okay?” You ask.

“Um, was that… I’m sorry. Are you- Did I-” He sighs before laying on his back. “Nevermind.”

You scoot over to him and lay your head on his chest before wrapping your arms around his waist. “It was great.” You assure him. You can feel him relax under you before he pulls you close, burying his face in your hair, humming happily, and it isn’t long after that that you drift off.

When you wake up the next morning, the bed next to you is empty. You frown a bit as you stretch. You had hoped Yoongi wouldn't immediately head off to work, but you guess some things can't be helped. You sit up and are about to get out of bed when the door to Yoongi's room opens. You look over to see Yoongi coming in with a tray in his hands, dressed in a t shirt and sweats. When he sees you're awake he smiles.

"M-morning." He mumbles walking over to the bed and sitting down in front of you, placing the tray down between the two of you.

"Good morning." You smile sweetly at him. "You're not at work?" You ask looking down at the tray as your stomach rumbles; omurice, and it looks amazing.

"I decided to stay home. I wanted to make you breakfast, a-and i thought maybe we could spend the day together? We haven't for a while s-so... yeah..."

"That sounds great." You nod and grab a fork before digging in. "And this looks amazing. I didn't know you could cook!"

"I can sometimes I guess. I just.. wanted to make something for you."

"What's the occasion?"

"It's a t-thank you. For last night..." He admits, scratching his neck as he avoids your gaze.

You pause and look at him for a moment, swallowing before you say something. "You're... thanking me for... Sex?"

“I-I didn’t want you to think I just did it because I was drunk. I’ve- Well, I’ve wanted to for a while I just didn’t… I didn’t know how to ask.”

“Really?” You smile up at him.

“Are you kidding? Do you know how often you turn me on? Walking around in your little shorts and no bra? Helping you get out of the tub?” He smirks. “I should’ve asked sooner, but I think the alcohol made me braver.”

“I’m glad it did.” You say, taking another bite. "So what did you want to do today?"

"I was thinking um... maybe we could stay in bed and watch movies?" He suggests.

You can't help but giggle. "Are we actually going to watch the movies?"

"That depends." He smirks.

"On what?"

"If you're going to need a break or not."

You laugh full out now. "Can I at least finish breakfast?"

Yoongi nods, taking a bite for himself. "You'll need your strength."

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Fear and Dumplings: Chapter Seven

Confronting your fears for a final grade sounds unappealing but, with Yoongi as your partner, things might not be so bad.

Summary: You’re in your final semester at University when your Abnormal Psychology professor assigns you a partnered project surrounding your greatest fears. Lucky for you, your partner just so happens to be a cute boy named Min Yoongi.

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Genre: College Au, Underground Rapper! Yoongi, Soft!!! Yoongi, Fluff!!!, some moderate angst (later), smut (later later), slow-ish? burn

Word Count: 6.9k (haha)

A/N: I’m so sorry this took so long! I hope you guys like it! 😊

Warnings for this Chapter: swearing (as usual), this chapter is surprisingly chill, Yoongi is too hot for his own good, mentions of alcohol, Jimin is wild as per usual.

Warnings for the Fic: mentions characters confronting their fears, characters in uncomfortable situations, emotional moments between characters, mentions of bad parenting, explicit language throughout the fic, moderate angst, and very explicit smut later in the story.

Chapter 7: Mai Tai’s and Money

The kiss that occurred on your couch three days ago was etched into your brain. You couldn’t shake the feeling of Yoongi’s soft hands pressing into your skin, his heavy breathing, his plush lips moving against yours, it was unbelievable. But, that was it. Yoongi had stayed for an hour or so after the two of you kissed. The lights were turned back on, your portion of the research journal was tended to and, although Yoongi’s eyes had softened significantly, he said nothing of the kiss. To be fair, you didn’t say anything either but, up until that point, you had been doing most of the flirting anyway.

You’re sitting on your couch, a cup of coffee steaming on the side table, the low buzz of the television occupying your apartment, while thoughts of Yoongi swam around your mind. Had he kissed you? Had you kissed him? It was so dark. The only thing you remember was the feeling of his breath getting closer to yours. You couldn’t recall who had made the first move, the situation was so riddled with tension and desire that, it felt like some sort of hazy dream. Your Thursday lecture had come and gone with ease and, although you did notice a new level of comfort between the two of you, nothing else had really changed. Yoongi still avoided your gaze most of the time, he still seemed rather underwhelmed with most of what occurred and, this normally wouldn’t be an issue but, you felt…odd. The truth is, you liked Yoongi. You did. You couldn’t deny it anymore. The question was, did he like you? You both shared what you considered to be, the best kiss you’ve ever had and, then neither of you spoke a word of it. It was almost as if, it never happened.

The two of you had went to the beach Thursday night, Yoongi looked up terrifying facts regarding the ocean, one of them being that the average depth of the ocean was 14,000 feet. This terrified both of you. Neither of you had left the sand; you just sat there and, enjoyed the ocean breeze all the while, relishing in the sound of Yoongi’s raspy voice. It was nice but, the uncertainty that bubbled in your stomach the entire time wasn’t pleasant. Your phone buzzes to life and yanks you from the recesses of your mind as you see Jimin’s face light up your screen. A smile immediately pops onto your mouth as you swipe to answer his call.

“Jimin….” You whine before he can even say hello, flopping back onto your couch.

“Y/N…” He whines back as he giggles through the phone. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m experiencing… emotions.” You state bluntly, sighing out in distress causing Jimin to erupt into another fit of giggles.

“Yoongi?” He guesses correctly and, you can literally hear the smirk in his voice.

“Who’s Yoongi?” You feign disinterest as Jimin scoffs on the other end of the line.

“Oh ok, is that what you’re going with now? The denial has gotten so bad, that you’re just going to pretend you don’t know who he is?” Jimin jests, his tone one of teasing and suspicion.

“Yes.” You reply, your features set in a deep frown.

“That’s stupid.” Jimin retorts, a slight giggle catching on the end of his words.

You let out a groan in response, your face scrunching up in frustration.

“Anywayyyyy.” Jimin continues over the sound of your groan. “What are you doing tonight?”

“I have plans with my TV and my takeout menus, why?”

Jimin snickers on the other line before responding.

“No, you’re coming out with me. There’s an amateur competition at Glacier and, me and a couple of friends are going.”

Your brow furrows, as you cock your head, wondering briefly what sort of competition an inner city club would be putting on.

“I’m not really big into the club scene,” You counter before smirking lightly. “unless you’re performing.”

“I’ll still dance for you if you want, as long as you tip me well.” Jimin retorts playfully, his twinkling laughter crackling through the speaker.

You laugh heartily in return, fondly remembering your freshman year when Jimin had taking up a night job as an exotic dancer. He worked at a pretty high end club downtown for nearly a year before giving it up when he met his former girlfriend. He obviously excelled in that area of dancing as well and, was so sought after, that rival clubs continuously fought over him. Park fucking Jimin: Making boys and girls swoon since 95’.

“I don’t think I can afford you Minnie.” You tease, giggling as you finally push yourself off of your couch.

“I’ll do it for free, Y/N, just please come outttttt.” Jimin breaks your banter, his satoori prominent as he whines.

You let out a long drawn out sigh, frantically searching your brain for a valid excuse to decline but, found yourself powerless against Jimin’s whining. Park fucking Jimin: Leaving you powerless against his charm for the past decade.

“Alright, fine. I’ll go but,” You pause to emphasize your point as Jimin already gets excited on the other line. “only for a little bit.” You finish, giggling as Jimin cheers through the speaker.

“Yesssss! My girl is coming out! We’re gonna have so much fun, I promise.” He insists excitedly and, honestly, you believed him, fun is wherever Jimin is.

“I can’t wait.” You express genuinely, a fond smile on your face.

“Me neither so, go get ready, I’ll pick you up at 8! I love you!” Jimin practically cheers through the phone and hangs up before you can say anything in return.

“Love you too.” You say out loud to no one, smirking at your best friends antics.

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Before you knew it, it was eight o clock and, you found yourself sitting on your couch, waiting for Jimin and his friends. You decided on a simple black bodycon dress and an oversized black utility jacket as your outfit, it was dressy but, it was still casual enough that it didn’t exactly scream formal attire. Glacier was a newer nightclub downtown that was known for hosting amateur musicians and, serving cheap liquor. It had quickly became a popular hangout spot for many of your fellow classmates but, you, yourself had only been a few times. Clubbing was something you did occasionally but, it was usually to celebrate something, like a birthday or a good exam result. However, you had come to the conclusion that you had spent a great deal of your time worrying about the situation with Yoongi and, you needed a night to let loose and enjoy yourself. Roughly ten minutes later you receive a text from Jimin.

JIMIN: WE’RE HERE!

You smile excitedly as you respond, moving from your seated position and towards the door.

You: ok, be right there!

You turn to your end table to grab your keys, your wallet, and your lip balm before moving to the front door. You turn towards Marzipan, who was currently dozing in and out of a nap, and waved in her direction.

“Don’t wait up.” You call, giggling as she yawns in response, her soft paws stretching out in front of her.

An angel.

You make your way out of your building and spot a taxi that’s parked across the street with a frantically waving Jimin, hanging out of it.

“Y/N! Over here!” He calls and you giggle, shaking your head at his eagerness before carefully crossing the busy street over to him.

The first thing you notice when you get into the car is the pungent scent of vodka, wafting throughout the backseat of the car, followed by the insane amount glitter decorating Jimin and his two friends. Jimin was dressed in a pair of tight black (faux) leather skinny jeans that he paired with an equally tight black mesh top. His neck was adorned with a diamond choker and his pink hair was perfectly disheveled atop his head. Park Fucking Jimin: he was going to bring the whole club to its knees. His two friends looked somewhat familiar, both of them wearing different variations of club attire.

“You look amazing!” Jimin calls over the sound of the music that he and his friends undoubtedly begged the cab driver to play.

“Me? Have you seen yourself?” You call back, giggling as you settle in next to him, kissing his cheek before leaning over to extend your hand to the man on the other side of Jimin.

“Hi, I’m Y/N, nice to meet you.” You smile pleasantly as a man with black hair shakes your hand, returning your pleasant smile.

“Jackson, nice to meet you too, I have to agree with Jimin, you look incredible.” He says smoothly and Jimin rolls his eyes, smirking at his flirtatious friend.

“Jackson is a rapper, he’s performing tonight.” Jimin explains as Jackson nods proudly, puffing his chest out slightly.

“Don’t you mean, I’m winning tonight Jiminie?” Jackson retorts fondly and you promptly hear a scoff from the front seat, a younger looking boy with reddish orange hair turns in his seat, looking at Jackson in amusement.

“Please, old man, I’m going to obliterate you.” He insists, chuckling before turning towards you, extending his hand. “I’m BamBam, nice to meet you.” His tone changes to one of sincerity as you shake his hand, smirking at their antics.

“Nice to meet you too, are the both of you rapping tonight?” You inquire, as the taxi approaches the entrance of the club.

“Yeah, Glacier called it the Rap Royale, it’s the first annual rap competition that’s open to the entire city. That, I, am most definitely gonna win.” Jackson shoots a playful glare towards BamBam who chuckles in response.

“Don’t worry Hyung, I’ll buy you dinner with the prize money, I wouldn’t want you going hungry on top of being defeated…by me.” BamBam promises casually as Jackson throws his hat at him, the two of them laughing heartily as Jimin shakes his head.

“Oh there’s a prize too huh? I figured the street cred alone would have been it. How much?” You ask giggling, feeling comfortable around the two boys already.

“5 G’s.” BamBam and Jackson say at the same time, their expressions cocky and full of pride, causing you and Jimin to erupt in another fit of laughter before, you all feel the cab slow to a stop in front of the club.

There was a line all the way down the street full of eager patrons waiting to get inside. Jackson and BamBam walk up to the front and show ID before the bouncer nods to you and Jimin.

“Are these your guests?” The bouncers booming voice carries over the noise of the crowd as both Jackson and BamBam nod.

“Yeah they are with us.” Jackson confirms and, the bouncer motions for you and Jimin to show ID.

“Alright, you’re good to go, guests and rappers are on the left side of the divider tonight; have fun.” The bouncer unclips the barrier and ushers the four of you inside. You thank him before looking at Jimin, who had linked arms with you as you walked into the nosy club.

“We got to skip the line?” You murmur, impressed, as Jimin giggles in response.

“Cool, right? It’s the only reason I made friends with these rascals.” Jimin jests, nudging BamBam as the two boys look at him in mock offense.

“I’m hurt Park Jimin and, here I thought you were here to watch me grind it out on the stage.” Jackson calls over the bass that was assaulting the entire club, the four of you laughing as you look for a spot to sit.

The club had definitely been upgraded since the last time you had been there. The walls were painted with a shiny white lacquer, complementing the icy blue lighting that made its way to ever corner of the club. The furniture was brand new, modern, and mainly white. All of it pointed directly towards the stage, which, had tripled in size since the last time you had been there. You nodded, impressed with the clubs makeover as Jackson and BamBam led you and Jimin to a private booth that was situated directly in front of the stage.

“We have a few other friends that will probably make their way over here during our performances but, for the most part, this is all yours. “ BamBam explains as he pours the four of you a shot of vodka. You grimace slightly as you watch the clear liquid trickle into the shot glasses. Vodka was certainly not your favorite but, you figured a few shots wouldn’t hurt, you couldn’t remember the last time you had gone out.

“You guys let me know if things are getting bad up there, I can start dancing on tables if you need a diversion.” Jimin offers, smirking, his eyes glinting as they normally are.

“Pshhh I won’t need a diversion, it’s gonna be all eyes on me, I can promise you that.” Jackson boasts as the four of you prepare to take your shots.

“Yeah, it’s like a car accident you know? When it’s bad but, you just can’t seem to look away? BamBam offers causing you and Jimin to snicker as his comment, Jackson nodding in understanding, his lips pursed.

“Ok, you can talk shit all you want chingu, you’re gonna be sorry when I win the 5 g’s and, you’re stuck doing my laundry for a month.” Jackson responds, unbothered, causing BamBam to throw his head back in laughter.

“To the two,” Jimin emphasizes the word, looking pointedly between the two boys. “best rappers in the whole city, you guys are gonna do great!” Jimin calls over the music as the four of you raise your glasses and clink them together before throwing your shots back. The alcohol burns but, whatever brand of vodka they bought is surprisingly smooth.

“We gotta head backstage soon; I think they want us back there like 10 minutes before the comp starts.” Jackson says, his eyes looking at the stage.

“Are you guys battling it out, like 8 mile style or, did you prepare something?” You ask, feeling the alcohol relax you as you settle into the plush couch behind you.

BamBam and Jackson both chuckle at your question, BamBam shaking his head.

“Nah, we all had to prepare something. It had to be 2-3 minutes, with a minimum of 20 bars. There were actually quite a few entries into the comp so; they had us go through preliminary rounds. Tonight, the top 10 are performing for the grand prize.” He explains and you nod, impressed that both of them had made it to the final night.

“How many entries did they start with?” Jimin asks, taking a sip of Soju that he had somehow managed to get a hold of without any of you noticing.

“Eh, I think it was over a 100 right?” BamBam asks, looking towards Jackson for confirmation. Jackson nods.

“Yeah, I think like, 180 or something like that.” Jackson confirms as Jimin’s eyes widen.

“Holy shit, I didn’t know there were so many rappers in this city.” Jimin says, looking towards the stage in curiosity.

“Honestly, there’s probably a lot more than that, it’s a pretty big city and, everybody is trying to be a rapper these days.” BamBam notes as Jackson’s face lights up in a smirk once again.

“Yeah but, most of them are trash so, the competition doesn’t scare us.” He boasts, once again, his confidence seeming to fill up the space around you.

You giggle to yourself as your pesky brain picks out a detail that reminds you of Yoongi. You remembered him saying something about selling his beats to SoundCloud rappers and, you wondered how many of the performers would be rapping over his beats tonight. The thought made a small smile creep onto your face as you thought of producer! Yoongi making money off of the city’s rappers so, they could fight for the grand prize. You weren’t sure if that’s how it went down but, the thought made you smile none the less.

Before the conversation can continue, the music comes to a halt as a voice echoes over the club’s PA system.

“Attention ladies and gentleman, I need all performers backstage to get checked in, I repeat, I need all performers backstage to get checked in.”

An eruption of applause is heard throughout the club as BamBam and Jackson perk up at the announcement.

“That’s our cue, wish us luck, not like I need it but, BamBam might.” Jackson smirks as BamBam pushes him, the two of them rising from their seats.

“Good luck guys!” Jimin cheers enthusiastically, throwing back the rest of his Soju.

“Good luck! Let Jimin know if you need that diversion.” You joke, giggling as Jimin nudges.

“Food is on me guys! I’m gonna be $5,000 richer the next time you see me!” BamBam calls as Jackson is dragging him towards the stage.

You shake your head, smiling at them as they disappear behind the curtains. Jimin has already ordered another Soju and, you’ve already accepted that you’ll be nursing his hangover tomorrow morning.

“They’re really cool.” You comment, signaling the waiter to order yourself something to drink, eager to get the bitterness of the vodka out of your mouth.

“Yeah, they are, they just moved to town not too long ago, I met them at the arts camp I went to last month and, we all became friends really quickly. I knew that you guys would get along.” Jimin expresses fondly, the music in club lowering slightly, no doubt in preparation for the performance.

You return his smile after ordering a Mai Tai from the waiter.

“Have you heard their stuff at all? Do you think they’ll win?” You ask, smoothing your dress down as you scoot closer to Jimin.

Jimin purses his lips before nodding eagerly.

“Yeah, they are pretty good actually, I would say they have a fair shot, I know they’ve been practicing a lot lately so, fingers crossed.” The glitter on Jimin’s face reflects one of the lights that are above your table and you can’t help but notice that he looks like a goddamn fairy.

“Yeah, $5,000 is a lot of money, I wish I was I rapper.” You lament, as Jimin erupts into a fit of giggles.

“You have many talents Jagi but, sadly, I don’t think rapping is one of them.” He responds, his eyes gleaming as you giggle in return.

“Speaking of talent, I am literally counting the days until your showcase. I’m so fucking excited Minnie, you have no idea.” You express, thanking the waiter as he brings your drink to you. At your comment, Jimin’s cheeks turn pink and his smile grows.

“Oh stop, I’m sure you’re swamped with finals and everything.” He mumbles, smirking but, his eyes are glinting, clearly enjoying your praise.

“I have a countdown on my phone, are you kidding me? This is going to be your best one yet, I already have a feeling, I’m gonna cry like 5 times.”

Jimin is exuding delight as you speak as the boy practically lives off of compliments. His arms hug you to him as he giggles.

“Stooooop. You’re not gonna cry…” He pauses and smirks. “5 times…” He finishes

“You’re right; it will probably be more than 5 times.” You insist.

“I do think you’ll like the theme I went with though…well I hope you will.” He amends, biting his lip.

“Jimin, you could walk out in a chicken suit and, I would still throw flowers at your feet.” You assure him, the liquor from your Mai Tai, relaxing you further.

“Uh huh sur-“ Jimin begins to respond before the lights go up on the stage and applause erupts, once again, throughout the club as your attention is pulled toward the stage which is now flashing several different colors as the lights dance across it. You and Jimin settle into your seats as a man wearing black skinny jeans and a long yellow hoodie, steps onto the stage.

“What’s up Glacier? How you feeling?” His voice carries over the crowd as everyone cheers in response. “I want to thank everyone for coming out tonight, we here at Glacier have always wanted to showcase local talent and we are so pumped to bring you our first ever, Rap Royale!” The MC announces as the club cheers in response, your eyes locked firmly on the stage.

“Our contestants have made it through several preliminary rounds and a whole lotta shit talkin.” The MC jokes and you giggle in response, knowing that the banter between BamBam and Jackson was surely a fraction of the smack talk that likely occurred during the course of the competition.

“These are 10 of the city’s finest, ladies and gentleman and, they are all competing, not only for the clout, but for $5,000.” The MC moves throughout the stage, his demeanor relaxed and confident as he hypes up the crowd. “Now, this is how this is gonna work, some of our assistants are passing around ballads with numbers and names, our competitors backstage are gonna come out here and show you what they’ve got and, when it’s all said and done, you, the fine people of Glacier, will decide who the winner is, sound like something you can do?” He calls out, smiling as the crowd responds with enthusiasm.

“Alriiiiiight, so up first we have a fine young lady from the Northside, everybody please give a warm welcome to D-TRIP!” The MC runs off of the stage before a young girl, who was probably in her late teens runs up onstage and starts to perform.

You and Jimin both looked at each other in awe as she blazed through her performance, getting the crowd pumped up and absolutely crushing her song. The crowd went wild after she finished performing whilst you and Jimin shook your heads at each other.

“She was amazing!” Jimin yells through the applause as you nod eagerly in return.

“Right??? Holy shit!” You call back, taking another sip of your drink as the next performer takes the stage; a young man, who is completely covered in tattoos. Once again, he does a stellar job and you couldn’t help but, wonder if BamBam and Jackson actually had a fair shot at winning the grand prize. Everyone had been top notch so far. Performers 3, 4, 5, and, 6 were not nearly as good as the first two and, the crowd seemed to agree with you, although, everyone seemed to be pretty enthusiastic regardless of the performance. The MC runs back onstage to announce contestant number #7 and you were hoping it was either BamBam or Jackson that were on next.

“You guys having fun so far?” The crowd applauds “Good to hear, good to hear, alright, next up is lucky #7, give it up for Agust D!”

At this, your eyes perk up, Agust D…where have you seen that before? The drums in the performers song gives you no time to think as a man wearing an oversized green utility jacket rushes onstage. His hair…is platinum and his….holy shit. Your mouth goes dry as you feel your stomach drop, your eyes widen in absolute shock as you realize that, Yoongi, is rapping onstage.

“Oh shit, that’s Yoongi!” You can barely make out Jimin’s twinkling voice beside you, too distracted by the man who is quite honestly, dominating the stage before you.

Yoongi was spitting out his verses like a goddamn dragon, his tongue and lips curving and shaping perfectly around every syllable, his demeanor loud and confident, a side of which you had never seen and, holy shit was he incredible.

“A to the g to the u to the s t d, I’m D boy, because I’m from D!” Yoongi’s song had the entire club on its feet, including you and Jimin, as everyone was completely mesmerized by the man before you. He was playful, confident (cocky?), aggressive, passionate, and so unbelievably sexy, you found yourself actually pressing your thighs together. He’s smirking at the crowd as a group of girls near the front absolutely lose their shit when he motions to his dick during a line that says something about “tongue technology.” You smirk up at him in amazement. So the man, who looks like a kitten, may not be as innocent as you had previously thought. You logged that away for later as you are quickly pulled back into the ending of his performance. His lyrics were taunting, prompting him to keep a smirk on for most of the song as he moves about the stage. By the time he was finished, the entire club felt as though it was shaking with applause and Agust D, as he called himself, quickly become Yoongi once again, smiling softly, bowing his head in thanks as he hustled off of the stage. The duality of this man is absolutely insane.

“Well…that shit is going to be hard to beat.” The MC says bluntly as the crowd continues to cheer even though Yoongi had already left the stage.

“Wow…I bet you’re absolutely drenched right now…” Jimin snickers from beside you, pinching your side as you smack his hands away playfully.

“Shut up…” you mumble but, you don’t deny it, taking a big sip of your Mai Tai as you contemplate whether or not to order another one.

“I sure as fuck am…” Jimin says crudely giggling, his eyes glossed over, no doubt from the 4 glasses of Soju he’s already consumed. “That was incredible.”

You can’t lie. You tried your best to focus on the rest of the performances and, from what you could gather, which wasn’t very much, BamBam and Jackson did a great job. However, Yoongi’s performance played over and over in your head and, you couldn’t stop thinking about good he was and how good he looked. You distinctly remember him saying he raps ‘sometimes’ and, you could not believe that someone with that level of talent, only did it ‘sometimes.’ There was just no way.

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell BamBam and Jackson who you really voted for.” Jimin winks as you open your mouth to deny it before, nodding and scribbling ‘#7-Agust D’ onto your ballad causing Jimin to laugh heartily.

“Who are you voting for then?” You nudge accusingly with your foot and he leans to pretend to bite it, causing you to giggle and yank it away.

“Honestly? I’m gonna right down both of their numbers, I feel bad and, there’s a shit ton of people in here. They will either throw out my vote or, give them each a vote and, either is fine with me, I wish everyone could win.” Jimin pouts, slightly drunk as he writes down ‘#8-BamBam and #10-Jackson.’

You felt a twinge of guilt in the pit of your stomach; Jackson and BamBam were really nice guys and, you felt kinda bad for giving your vote to Yoongi but, there was no way you could possibly ignore his incredible performance. Besides, they both had pretty great reactions from the crowd so, it was a possibility that, one of them could win.

Moments later, the MC ushers the ten rappers onto the stage and your eyes quickly scan the group before landing on Yoongi, who was talking to one his fellow competitors. You sat up straighter, trying to see if BamBam and Jackson had made it onto the stage, Jimin shooting them both a thumbs up when they wave in his direction. You smile fondly, your eyes flickering back to Yoongi, only to realize that he was already staring at you, his face one of surprise, his teeth nibbling on his bottom lip as he nods towards you. You smirk back at him, before mouthing the words ‘Good Luck’ to him and, at that he smiled before turning his attention back to the MC.

“Ok the votes are in everybody, once again, thank you so much for being such a great crowd tonight, we really appreciate it. Also, shout out to our performers tonight, you guys killed it. We hope to make this an annual thing so, if you don’t win tonight, there’s always next year. With that being said, I have the results right here.” The MC pulls out a black envelope and looks up toward the crowd. “The winner has endured 6 weeks of intense competition and has, by popular vote, been named the winner of Glacier’s first ever Rap Royale, ladies and gentleman, boys and girls, the winner of tonight’s competition and the proud new owner of $5,000 is...” He pauses and you can hear the drum roll echoing from the back of the stage, your heart elevated much more than it should have as you eagerly awaited the results.

“Agust D!”

Boom. The crowd goes wild, everyone, including you and Jimin is up on their feet, clapping as the mini hype man himself, steps to the front of the stage, beaming with excitement. You had never seen Yoongi look so youthful before, he looked like a kid on Christmas morning and, you couldn’t help the wide smile that stretched across your face as you clapped for him.

“Alright, we the tiny conqueror himself here…congratulations man!” The MC cheers, the crowd following suit as he puts an arm around Yoongi, and hands him the trophy. Yoongi beamed further as his grabby hands secured the trophy close to his chest, as if someone was going to take it back. He bows his head and mumbles his thanks, his expression one of humility and pride. Not an easy combo. The MC asks him if he has anything to say and Yoongi nods before, taking the mic from the MC.

“Yah! Thank you so much, this is an honor to receive this award from the people of my community. I couldn’t have done it without my brothers, Namjoon and Jay,” He gestures to the crowd where two men are standing and cheering for him, they bow their heads toward the crowd as Yoongi continues. “They supported me and listen to me perform this song more times than I can count and, as promised, hyung will be buying the meat for the next month.” Yoongi lets out a glimpse of his rickety laugh and you feel your heart flutter at the sound. Jesus, you really liked this boy. “Anyway, I’ll let you get back to partying, thank you again!” He cheers, holding the trophy up once more as the crowd cheers for him one last time. Yoongi/ Agust D leaves the stage, shaking the hands of the rest of his competition before, disappearing behind the curtain.

“Are you gonna offer him a celebratory blowjob or are you just gonna stand there?” Jimin snickers, clearly tipsy, his hip nudging yours as you laugh in response.

“Shut up.” You whine, clearly amused at his suggestion but, well aware that offering to suck Yoongi’s dick in a night club, probably isn’t your best first move. Even though, he definitely deserves it after that performance.

“For the record, I came in second!” You hear a loud voice make its way into the booth as you look up to see Jackson, already drunk, leaning on BamBam as they both attempt to sit down. BamBam snickers, shaking his head.

“No, you didn’t old man, be quiet and drink your Soju.”

“Guys! You did so amazing, I’m sorry you didn’t win but, there’s always next year right?” Jimin slurs his words slightly but, as usual, Jimin’s twinkling voice immediately lightens the mood.

“Please, by the time next year comes around, I’ll be the most successful rapper in the country!” Jackson proclaims, once again causing BamBam to snicker, taking a sip of his drink.

“That’s right hyung, the most successful rapper in the country, you tell em.”BamBam mocks him but, Jackson is too inebriated to catch on and, instead, he nods vigorously in agreement.

“Jimin’s right, you guys both did an amazing job, there was a lot of good performers tonight, the fact that you guys even made it through the competition is something to be proud of.” You encourage as BamBam nods, smiling warmly.

“Thank you Y/N. We,” He emphasizes, nudging Jackson lightly. “…think so too. We’ll both be back next year, hopefully the prize has doubled by then.”

“Yeah, and hopefully that Agust D dude won’t be competing, for your sake that is…” Jackson gestures to BamBam, “I’ll be topping the charts but, I’m sure you’ll be back to win the whole thing.” He says, sure of himself, even as he spills some of his cocktail onto his shirt.

“Ok, maybe it’s time to get going huh? You’re gonna get yourself kicked out for being too wasted.” BamBam suggests, causing you to giggle and look at your own drunk friend, who had been making eyes at the bartender for the past 20 minutes.

“Yeah, I think we should probably head out too, I don’t need this one trying to bring half of the club back his apartment.” You smirk as you observe the bartender, who had clearly already fallen for Jimin’s antics. You couldn’t blame him though, if Park Jimin had looked at you that way, you would have fallen for it too.

“But he’s cute…”Jimin whines, leaning on you, Soju on his breath.

“Yes he is, and you’re wasted. No more drunken sex with strangers, that was one of your resolutions remember?” You remind him, giggling as both you and BamBam help your drunk friends up.

“Rules are meant to be broken Jagi.” Jimin retorts in an almost sultry voice as you usher him through the crowd of people, Jimin’s hand waving at the bartender, who looks genuinely disappointed that Jimin seems to be leaving. You shake your head at him, holding him up as the four of you make your way to the front of the club.

The scene outside of Glacier is much calmer than when you had initially arrived. The lines were mostly gone, the streets weren’t as congested and, there were only 4 or 5 people that were waiting for their rides.

“Alright, I called two cabs, they should be here soon.” BamBam tells you, slipping his phone back into his pocket.

You nod, thanking him as you usher Jimin onto the bench, his body leaning against yours.

“Jagiiiii, I’m tired.” He whines and you giggle as you wrap your arm around him.

“It must have been good Soju then, only the good stuff makes you sleepy.” You respond, your voice softening as you pat his arm. Jimin may be small but, he was no lightweight, the soju Glacier served must have been strong because, normally, your best friend would have invited half of the club out for an after party.

BamBam and Jackson say their goodbyes moments later and, stumble into their cab. You smile fondly, happy to have met them before, looking down at Jimin who had started to fall asleep.

“Are you hanging in there?” You say softly, stifling a small giggle, your hand rubbing his arm as he nods in response.

“ ‘m sleepy…” He mumbles and before you can respond, you feel a light tap on your shoulder causing you to whip your head in that direction. Your heart stalled in your chest momentarily as you see Yoongi standing there, trophy in hand, with a small smile on his face.

“Hey.” He says softly, his eyes locking with yours. You return his smile, shifting slightly, causing Jimin’s head to fall into your lap.

“Well, if isn’t the rap champion himself,” You jest, causing a slight flush to decorate Yoongi’s cheeks. “…congratulations Yoongi, you did an amazing job.”

Yoongi tended to shy away from compliments but, he seemed to fully accept yours, the familiar look of pride returning to his face.

“Thank you.” He responds, shifting slightly in his stance. “I didn’t know you were going to be here tonight.”

You smirk, laughing lightly, “I could say the same for you….Agust D.”

Yoongi rolls his eyes, waving you off before nodding to Jimin, who had fully passed out on your lap.

“Boyfriend had a little bit too much huh?” He asks, his expression shifting slightly.

You shake your head quickly, patting the top of Jimin’s head.

“Best friend.” You correct him first before continuing, “But, yeah it looks like it. He usually keeps the party going well into the next morning but, tonight, it looks like the Soju definitely won.”

Yoongi’s expression shifts once again as he chuckles and looks down at Jimin momentarily.

“We’ve all been there.” Yoongi concedes and turns his attention back to you, a glint in his eye. “So, who did you vote for?”

You let the smirk find its way back to your mouth, “I voted for the best.” You answer simply, leaving it at that.

Yoongi’s cheeks grow pinker as he lets out a breath he seemed to be holding. He looks as though he wants to say something else but, he averts his eyes and keeps quiet. Your cab pulls up in front of the bench and, you nod to it as you start to help Jimin to a standing position.

“This is us but, hey seriously,” You lock eyes with Yoongi once more, a soft smile on your face. “You were incredible. I really hope to see you perform again.”

Yoongi chews on his bottom lip, nodding at your comment, his cheeks on fire at this point before rushing to the cab to open the door for you.

“Thank you.” You murmur, helping a half asleep Jimin into the cab.

Yoongi nods, smiling softly and, he really really looks like he wants to say something. You stand up, facing Yoongi, the door separating the two of you. You tilt your head and purse your lips, attempting to suppress yet another smirk.

“I hope you buy yourself something-“Your comment is cut off as Yoongi pipes up, his voice slightly timid but, smooth.

“I can take him home, if you want, and then uh…”He pauses, mid-sentence, as he looks for the right words to say. “…and we can, hang out for a bit. Have you eaten? There’s a good 24 hour noodle place by my house, if you want to…we can sit for a little bit and…”

“…hang out?” You finish for him, smirking fondly as you hold his gaze. He seems to loose himself in your eyes for a moment before, nodding, his rickety laugh making an appearance.

“Yeah…unless it’s too late for you that is, I don’t want to keep you up.” He amends politely.

“She’s fine!” Jimin pipes up from the backseat, giggling to himself as he gives his two sense. “You better give her something juicy to talk about, my girl’s been using that vibrator of hers for too long.”

Yoongi’s eyes widen but, you just nudge Jimin and laugh, shaking your head at his comment.

“Don’t listen to him, he’s just projecting.” You explain but, you feel your cheeks go hot momentarily.

“Driver, 7th and Oak Tree pleaseeeee.” Jimin slurs, smiling like an idiot at the now impatient taxi driver. “Y/N go have fuuuuun. Yoongi! Be nice to my friend, or I’ll have to murder you in your sleep. You kids have a good time, I love youuuuuuuu.” Jimin practically yells, pursing his lips toward you and, you giggle, leaning down to kiss his cheek.

Yoongi just nods, blushing as he shifts in his stance, averting his eyes away from Jimin.

“I love you too.” You reach into your wallet and, pull out a crisp $20, handing it to the driver. “Can you make sure he gets in ok?”

“No problem.” The driver mutters, happy to accept your money. You move to the side, making sure Jimin is strapped in before going to shut the door.

“Y/N….” Jimin mumbles, smiling like an idiot, as his hand grips yours.

“Yes, Park Fairy?” You respond, smiling back at him.

“Have fun.” He blows you a kiss before closing his eyes and cozying into the seat.

You shake your head, letting out an airy laugh as you shut the door of the cab.

“He seems nice…” Yoongi notes but, he doesn’t look fully convinced by his own comment.

“That’s one way to describe him.” You remark, smiling fondly as the cab drives off.

God Bless Park Fairy

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I'd Take A Bullet For You- Yoonmin Social Media AU

Everything felt eerily cold. It wasn't the uncomfortable cold that brought goosebumps amongst your skin, it was the cold that brought physical pain throughout your whole body. It was as if you had been dunked into a freezing river, the weather being well below the negatives to only be swept away by the current. It was the cold that forced your limbs to lock up, stopping you from saving yourself at the slightest.

Suddenly, Jimin jerked awake, a loud gasp falling from his blue, now chapped lips. The cold was unbearable. The agony that coursed through out Jimin's body made the pain in his head worse. Dread suddenly hit Jimin as he looked around the dark, gloomy room that surrounded him. He wasn't home. He didn't know where he was.

"You said he could be useful. I spent how many hours watching this kid to get what? A flightless bird. He is fucking useless, Kim Taehyung. He is just about as useful as a dove; beautiful to look at, but easy to kill with your bare hands."

The unknown low, gravel-like voice sounded so far away, Jimin felt as if he was listening to the conversation under water. Panic rang throughout Jimin's body as he tried to move his body in a desperate way of escape to only have his muscles tense.

No, no, no, this wasn't happening. Jimin was just sleeping. Yeah, a simple nightmare that haunted him to the very bone. He would eventually wake up to the safety of his bedroom, Taehyung by his side.

The dream was short lived when Jimin felt strong hands on his shoulder that jerked Jimin's body up as if he was only a rag doll. With such a harsh grip on his shoulders, Jimin thought he'd bruise. The hands were gone within seconds to only be replaced by his head being jerked to the side, a sharp, burning pain spread across Jimin's cheek. The sound from the impact bounced off the walls, the noise ringing in Jimin's ear, sending a new wave of pain down his spine.

"Boss, go easy on him, he's just a kid after all." A new voice jumped in, the voice calming in a motherly way. A loud scoff and foot steps filled the empty room, Jimin's senses yelling at him to get up and run to only stay put, his fear getting the better of him.

The silence hung heavy in the air, Jimin anxiously fidgeting with the hands, his breath uneven as he tried to ground himself. The sound of a pistol being loaded made every hair on Jimin's neck stand on end. Jimin couldn't even stop the words that fell from his trembling lips, his own fear and anger getting the better of him.

"Leave me alone. I don't know who you are, but leave me alone! Where is Taehyung? Taehyung!" Jimin's pitiful screamed rang throughout the warehouse, earning him a loud groan from the man in front of him.

A sharp, blinding pain only made Jimin scream louder. What the hell just happened? Was-.. Was that a fucking knife. There was a fucking knife in his shoulder and all Jimin could do was scream.

Jimin didn't allow himself to cry, not in front of him. Definitely not in front of him. All Jimin had to do was keep his composer and not show his vulnerable side to this man.

Jimin found himself tongue tied and trembling with a knife blade against his throat, a strong hand curled in his pastel locks.

"You don't know who you're dealing with, kid. Do you know who I am?" The low voice almost spat at him, the words dripping with a thick venom. "You should be afraid of me, Park Jimin."

Jimin's heart stopped in his chest, a cold, numb feeling washing over his body. Jimin felt as if he was ten times heavier, dread heavy on his chest at the sudden realization who he was dealing with.

"Min Yoongi, the most feared mafia leader in all of South Korea," Jimin breathed out, his voice at a shushed whispered as his world came crashing down.

The pain in his shoulder intensified when he felt the blade being twisted and pulled out of his shoulder, dark, warm liquid soon seeping from the gaping gash in his shoulder. It felt warm against Jimin's cool skin.

"Knock him out, tie him up, then throw him in the back; we can't leave any evidence behind," Yoongi ordered before he turned his back to Jimin, the sounds of his shoes clicking against the concrete floor growing fainter and fainter within seconds. "Make it slow and painful if you'd like, just clean up after you're done."

Even after all the harsh beating Jimin faced, he still couldn't keep his mouth shut. "Go to hell, Min Yoongi," he hissed, his teeth digging into the flesh of his bottom lip. When the sound of Yoongi's foot steps ceased, Jimin realized he had made another mistake.

Without a warning, Jimin felt a harsh kicked to his stomach, the blow knocking the wind out of poor Jimin. As Jimin gasped and wheezed, Yoongi shook his head down at him. Yoongi didn't hesitate to grab Jimin by the hair and knock his forehead against the cold concrete under him. The countless blows left Jimin's forehead bloody, countless cuts decorating his forehead.

"Shut your mouth, dove. You can't fly away with your wings clipped and tattered. Learn some respected before talking to me like that again," Yoongi hissed before he took the blunt end of his gun to Jimin's head, just hard enough to cut his once beautiful, honey glowed skin.

The world seemed to still around Jimin before everything went black. The last thing Jimin saw was the one he trusted so much, but yet, felt so betrayed when he saw the pitiful look on his face.

Kim Taehyung.

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Most feared man in Seoul, South Korea bit off a little more than he could chew. With the police hot on his trail, Min Yoongi could only do one thing: Kill all his men, burn the building down, and relocate. With Min Yoongi "dead", he is given the chance to slip amongst the shadows of Seoul and build up his once unstoppable army of blood thirsty thieves, criminals, and murders.

Jimin was a sweet, caring, kind young adult when he first met Min Yoongi. It was a simple bump of the shoulders and a string of apologies before the other could open his mouth. A simple "sorry," was exchanged before they parted ways.

The second time Jimin ran into Yoongi was in a dance studio, Jimin practicing his heart out; while the other watched.

The third time Jimin ran into Yoongi was the day Jimin dreaded. With the most feared mafia leader standing in front of him, things chanced for Jimin. Jimin was now a puppet for a man he couldn't even side eye without receiving a harsh punishment.

Will Jimin plan an escape plan, or will he find love in a cold, blood thirsty bastard?

🍻3.5/?

@worldslover (This is for you hun. Come at me).

#angst #mafia au #namjin #original character #taekook #violence #yoonmin #yoonmin au #jhope #anger #irritated #irrigation #harsh

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needdl · 5 years

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NejitenMonth Day 7: Amnesia

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It had been three weeks now since Tenten’s boyfriend had abruptly dumped her, and now he apparently had already forgotten their entire seven-month relationship.

Tenten watched him dully as he smiled down at the woman he’d been seeing a lot recently- Kumi, she’d heard. And she knew that it could have been her just being jealous, but she knew his stupid signs of romance and flirting, and he was definitely using them on Kumi.

And she’d been dumped before, so what hurt most was that their relationship had been so sweet and serious, and she never would have thought that Neji of all people would dump her so he could immediately initiate a relationship with someone else.

Neji reached out to hold Kumi’s hand, and Tenten hastily left the university cafe before she started crying.

The wind bit at her the second she opened the door, and she ducked her chin into her coat, biting back a shiver. She was only wearing a t-shirt under her coat, which was proving to be a mistake, but the only clean sweatshirt she had right now was- was one Neji had lent to her.

Maybe the wind wasn’t so bad. It meant she could pretend her eyes were watering.

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Tenten exited lab with weariness set into her bones. She really hadn’t wanted to have any classes so late, but the only time she could fit everything in her schedule was to have her chem lab from 7:00 PM to 9:00 PM.

It didn’t help that her lab partners were really terrible at chemistry, although they were trying very hard. But it always wound up taking them an extra half an hour or so than most other people, and Tenten was lucky to get out by 9:00 most of the time.

And tonight she still had an hour’s worth of homework for a few other classes, so it was promising to be a late night.

She was rounding the corner with a huge yawn, contemplating stopping by Ino and Sakura’s room for a conversational pick-me-up, and then saw Neji exiting one of his professor’s offices.

(Well, no, not just “one of his professors”, because Tenten knew for a fact that it was one of his advisors because of course she knew about Neji’s studies, the same way he knew about hers.)

They both froze and stared at each other for several long moments. Tenten felt like she’d been stripped down to her darkest vulnerabilities under his gaze.

Neji finally shifted on his feet, looking uncomfortable, and spoke. “Tenten… I’d forgotten you had lab here.”

Forgotten? He had forgotten, when he used to text her encouragement during lab, when he soothed her complaints about it with head massages, god, when he used to come by every week to walk her back to her apartment, no matter how late it’d been?

Had she meant so little to him?

Tenten couldn’t breathe past the lump in her throat. She ducked her chin and hurried away without speaking to him.

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Frustratingly, life continued on.

Tenten continued through her classes and her waitressing job, doing her best to smile at her regulars and her classmates. It was hard. She still felt like there was a big cavern in her chest, and every time she saw Neji- no matter how fleetingly- it was like he was carelessly breaking up with her all over again.

He’d apparently stopped with whatever the Kumi thing had been, but that didn’t mean that Tenten wasn’t furious and upset and devastated and- and-

It was just- Neji had worked his way into her life so quickly and quietly that Tenten didn’t realize how close they were, and how much she depended on him, until he didn’t want her anymore.

Tenten’s manager sent her home early after she screwed up her fourth order of the day, with quiet instructions to get some rest and not come in tomorrow unless she was feeling better, okay? Tenten just nodded blankly as she put her apron away and headed out to the bus stop.

A few days that week had been warmer, but it was cold that night as she waited for the bus. (She used to have a boyfriend that would pick her up after her shift, but he- it- that wouldn’t happen anymore.)

She settled into a bus seat and looked out the window, watching the light of the street lamps flicker past. After a few minutes, she noticed the man across from her staring steadily, and her skin prickled uncomfortably.

He didn’t say anything, just blatantly stared at her for the entire bus ride- she chose to get off early, at the university rather than her apartment block, because he was so creepy.

She felt his eyes track her off the bus and tried not to shiver. It wasn’t the first time some creep had singled her out, and probably wouldn’t be the last, but she hated it.

She’d have to wait for the next bus to stop before she made it to her apartment, which would be about half an hour, so she went to the library and tucked herself into a quiet corner to work through her homework while she waited.

Her phone buzzed ten minutes later- Hinata was texting her, in response to Tenten’s earlier complaint about creeps on buses.

Hinata Hyuga

Are you okay to call right now?

Tenten didn’t respond, just dialed her.

She picked up right away. “T-Tenten, are you okay?”

“Yeah, of course. I just got off the bus early so I’m waiting for the next one.”

“Was he… was he that creepy?”

“I- well, yeah. I left my pepper spray in my other bag, and he was being so blatant about staring that I just decided to get off at the university and wait. It’s fine, I’m just in the library.”

“Oh.” The relief in Hinata’s voice was palpable. “I’m- I’m glad.”

“It’s not too bad, actually. Getting in some homework.”

“Will you… b-be okay for th-the next- next bus?”

“Yeah. This one was just rough because there was only one other person in the compartment so I wasn’t sure if- I just didn’t want to risk anything.” She heard the slight tremor in her own voice and hated it.

“Okay, w-well- call me if… if you need anything, okay?”

“Of course. Thanks, Hina.” They disconnected, and Tenten heaved a sigh and checked her watch. Seventeen minutes till the next bus.

Twelve minutes later, she got up and started packing away her things, then departed from her little nook. Her step faltered slightly as the person at the closest table looked up as she was leaving- it was Neji, of course it was Neji, and they made eye contact for half a second before Tenten jerked her gaze away and kept walking like she hadn’t seen him.

He did like the quietness of the library at night, she remembered with a pang, and hurried on.

The next bus was half-full with other passengers, and the ride passed without incident.

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Her grandmother passed away the next month.

It had been a long time coming, really, but it hurt a lot. The old woman had been sharp-tongued and judgmental, but she loved hard and had taught Tenten everything she knew about cooking.

She missed a few days of classes to fly to China for the funeral, and returned feeling numb and blank-faced. Her distant relatives had given her a very lukewarm welcome, and she had been uncomfortable staying any longer- but she wasn’t ready to get back to her life just yet.

She spent the weekend just curled up in her bed, staring blankly at the walls, the ceilings, the curtains. She ate rarely, and when she did, it was too much. Her showers were just as few and far between.

The low point was when she dug Neji’s sweatshirt out from the back of her closet, pulled it on, and cried the rest of the night with her face buried in it.

The morning after, she woke up with tears streaking down her face and a giant knot in her hair, plus the realization that her room was starting to smell. She ate breakfast and spent an hour untangling her hair before her shower, then somehow managed to keep her momentum going by running a few miles around the park.

It was mid-afternoon by the time Tenten was done. She got back home and pulled out her backpack to do her homework, feeling much better- and immediately hit a mental wall, where even the possibility of studying made her anxious.

She cleaned her room instead. Washing sheets, wiping down walls, dusting, vacuuming- the whole thing. She ate a late lunch afterwards and even managed to send a few emails.

But then she was dawdling again, feeling the weight of her missed classes pressing down on her but physically unable to do them. After half an hour of restless worrying, she texted Ino and Sakura.

Tenten

Need a study buddy, what are you up to?

Ino Yamanaka

BORING stuff that i will gladly skip 4 u my love, where you wanna meet?

Sakura Haruno

I can be there in about 45 mins, just let me know!!

Tenten

Uni cafe?

Ino Yamanka

Yeaaaaaa see you there!

Tenten had a ghost of a smile on her face as she closed her phone and began gathering the contents of her backpack. Ino’s vivaciousness was always catching.

Tenten took ten minutes to change into her favorite burgundy sweater and jeans, then did up her hair into the new twin buns-braid combo she’d been meaning to try. She surprised herself with a broad smile in the mirror- she looked nice, and her pleasure with it shone through into her expression.

Ino was already at the cafe when Tenten got there, looking sleekly professional in her pantsuit. Tenten plopped down in the spot across from her and said, “God, Ino, aren’t you cold in that?”

Ino jerked her head up from where she’d been engrossed in her laptop, looking a little startled at Tenten’s sudden presence, but said without missing a beat, “Can’t be cold in a body this hot!”

Tenten laughed, but tried to stifle it when heads swivelled their way. “Shut up, you idiot.” She pulled out her own laptop and notebook, and asked, “I’m gonna go grab something to drink, you want anything?”

“Oooh, yeah, here-” Ino tossed a handful of bills at Tenten and rattled off her order, which Tenten instantly forgot and had to have her write down.

She came back five minutes later balancing both their cups in her hands, and placed Ino’s neatly beside her. She grinned dazzlingly up at her. “Thanks, Ten, you’re such a babe.”

“Aw, Ino.” Tenten fluttered her eyelashes beguilingly as she took her seat. “Thanks for meeting me, by the way. I was feeling very not-motivated and I need someone to bully me.”

“Well, you sure as hell have come to the right place,” Ino winked. “I’m really digging the hair- is that the style you were talking a while ago?”

“Yeah, I finally tried it out.” Tenten reached up to fiddle with her bangs, then said contemplatively, “I’m thinking about getting my bangs cut, too, so they go across the forehead.”

“Oh, you mean like real bangs, and not your parted floaty nonsense?” Ino grinned savagely. She’d always insisted that Tenten didn’t have bangs, just weird short hair on her forehead.

Tenten pointed her pencil menacingly at Ino. “Hey, don’t mock the bangs, Yamanaka. Sasuke imitated these bad boys for years.”

Ino sighed dramatically. “Ah, Sasuke. So hot, but such an asshole.”

Tenten grinned as she took a sip of her hot chocolate. “But like- really hot.”

“God, so hot,” Ino agreed. They both devolved into giggles.

They completely and cheerfully failed in their efforts to study for the next hour as they idly chatted and worked their way through their drinks. It wasn’t until Sakura arrived in a hurried breeze through the door that they even remembered the whole “study buddy” thing.

Sakura dropped her books down on the table with a bang. Ino and Tenten both smiled up at her as they started chattering at her about measuring spoons- who knew how’d they’d gotten there- but she gave them both a frown and said, “No. Nuh-uh, we came here for some studying and that is what we are doing, nerds! Discipline and self-regulation!” She raised a fist in the air.

“Nooo, Sakura,” Tenten said, wide-eyed. “Spoooooooooooons.”

“Fine,” Sakura said, and plunked down into the seat.

They’d been talking for another half an hour when Ino finally asked the tentative question, her eyes flickering behind Tenten, “So, how are you feeling, Tenten, after- well, your grandma’s funeral?”

Her bluntness on the subject was something of a relief, because it meant that it was easier for Tenten to be honest. “I mean, it sucked.”

They both made noises of sympathy, and Sakura reached out to grasp her hand. Tenten continued, “Her funeral was awful, because I didn’t really know anyone there and they were- polite, but a little exclusive, and when I got home it was like I hadn’t actually been able to reach any catharsis, and I- it was a really bad weekend.”

She took a sip of coffee, somewhat frantically, and added, “But I’m feeling better now. I cried all night, worked out all the emotions-” They were both staring behind her now, apprehensive looks on their faces.

“Guys, what’re you…?” She turned and looked straight into Neji’s eyes.

He was sitting at the table behind them, his own study materials placed neatly around him but going ignored as he stared at her, looking like his legs had been swept out from under him.

Tenten met his gaze for a moment, then said flatly, “Oh.” She turned back to her friends with an eye roll, and asked Ino, “So, then, how’s the psychology- business double major treating you, Ino?”

Sensing Tenten’s desire to push on, Ino was all too happy to launch into a convoluted albeit hilarious story about how both her majors sucked very much but she loved them anyway. Tenten slowly relaxed as the three of them settled back into their conversation- and eventually even got to the studying part.

Tenten wrapped up a few hours later with most of her homework finished, waving goodbye to Ino and Sakura (and ignoring Neji, still sitting behind her) as she started the walk back to her apartment. It was colder out now that the sun had gone down, so she tugged her sweater over her sleeves to prevent her fingers from getting too cold.

Her to-go cup of hot chocolate had cooled by the time she got home. She pouted.

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One week later, she knocked on the door of a high-end apartment, nervously shifting the box in her arms as she waited for someone to answer. She didn't want to be here, but this needed to be done sooner or later.

Light footsteps came from behind the doorway and it swung open.

Neji stopped short at the sight of her, clearly not expecting to see her there. She gave him a twisted smile. “Uh, hi. So, I was cleaning my apartment the other day and found all this, so...“ She reached out and offered the box to him, containing, among other things, some of his books, a pair of headphones, and that stupid sweatshirt.

(She’d washed the sweatshirt, but later had put on perfume while standing near it so it might smell like her, a little. If it did, she hoped it hurt.)

Neji didn’t say anything, just stared at her. He made no move to take the box, so she just awkwardly shoved it into his chest until his arms reached up to take it.

“Right, so, um, bye.” She turned away and started walking back down the hall, but Neji suddenly spoke behind her.

“No- Tenten, wait.” He grabbed her arm and she stiffened.

He released her immediately, flexing his fingers as his mouth opened and closed. Tenten gave him as neutral a face as she could, brows raised to prompt him on.

Finally, he blurted, “I didn’t want to break up with you.”

What? She stared at him, uncomprehending. He pressed on, “I realize that’s hard to believe-”

She almost snapped at him.

“-but it’s true.” He looked at her like he expected her to ask him more, to go inside and talk things out with him.

Disgust and anger welled in her, and she snarled, “Well, you did it anyway, Neji! You broke up with me.”

He said nothing, just watched her with a hollow look in his eye.

Satisfaction filled her at the sight. “So it doesn’t fucking matter what your intentions were, what you wanted or didn't want, because you still decided that something else was more important than our relationship.”

She paused to catch her breath, then concluded, “You don’t get to just walk that back.”

With one last glare- she was so angry- she marched away.

Neji stared after her, clutching the box to his chest, his heart aching.

#ntmonth2019 #nejiten #neji #tenten #I WROTE AAAAAANGST I CAN'T EVEN BELIEVE IT #full disclosure tho this will have a follow up and theyre gonna get back together if I have anything to say about it #fanfic #my writing #ALSO uni starts next week for me so fics will come much more sparingly #i also still have 3-4 more pieces for the modern au i've written #2 of which are 90% complete #anyway good bye

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sugamacchiato · 6 years

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title: [untitled] pairing: yoongi/jin word count: 2.602 warnings: none i don’t think summary: it was their 12th date. things may be moving a little too quickly.

a/n: ehh i started this a few months ago and just finished it a few days ago. i’m not exactly happy with it but it’s just writing practice so whateves

It was their 12th date. Ten weeks of officially dating. Things had been a little awkward at first but they had found a good rhythm between them that seems to fit.

They held hands their second date, had their first (proper) kiss on the fifth one, and gotten handsy on their eleventh.

Seokjin was uncommonly nervous for a 12th date. By this point he had been pretty cozied up with his past boyfriends, but this was Min Yoongi he was dealing with and really didn’t want to mess anything up.

They had know each other so long, and with that came with a level of comfort neither of them had ever had in a relationship. It also meant that with each passing level of intimacy the pair reached, it felt like a huge shift in their relationship. It wasn’t anything bad, just different...and the slightest bit terrifying. Neither of them wanted to ruin things so it felt like they were walking eggshells a bit.

This new dynamic had been a long time coming but it felt like things had changed from one day to the next.

Yoongi had come over to watch a basketball and it was supposed to be a typical boys night in. Yoongi was just sitting there with sauce stains all over the front of his hoodie and crumbs at the corners of his mouth, his hair disheveled and the crazy sheen over his eyes he got whenever they watched a particularly good game, yet Seokjin finally knew. It was like a scene from a movie. The realization hit Seokjin straight in his chest like a sack of bricks. He was in love with his best friend.

Logically, Seokjin knew the man sitting next to him was the same he’d sat next to hundreds of times. Yoongi wasn’t any different, but as he sat there shoving potato chips into his mouth, Seokjin felt a resolve wash over him that he couldn’t quite explain. It was like something that had been there all along but had remained hidden. He’s not sure what reasoning let him to it but before his mind could talk itself out if it Seokjin was leaning in to kiss Yoongi without so much as a warning.

Their lips barely touched before Yoongi pulled back, wide-eyed and clearly at a loss.

Seokjin knew it was the wrong move but he had gotten himself into that situation so he had no other choice but to explain. “I think I’m kind of in love with you,” he blurted out a little more aggressively than me meant.

It takes a moment for Yoongi to collect his thoughts and all Seokjin really remembers from those moments was the commentary from the game blasting through the t.v. speakers. Their team was two points down with only seconds left on the scoreboard and the echoes of the commentators rang through the living room but Seokjin couldn’t look away from Yoongi. He still had crumbs on one side of his mouth and he looked kind of lost but still, Seokjin held on hope.

He wasn’t sure what he expected. Surly a equal reciprocate of his feelings was out of the question since Seokjin had just sprung this on Yoongi, but maybe a “I could maybe love you too,” wasn’t too far fetched.

Yoongi let go of the breath Seokjin hadn’t realized he was holding and readied himself for what was coming.

“I’m-” Seokjin feels the imminent blow. “I’ve been in love with you since freshman year, you idiot. I can’t believe you never noticed.”

“I- really?” Seokjin’s heart was pounding. “Why didn’t you say anything?” Before thinking better of it Seokjin wrapped a hand around Yoongi’s.

Yoongi did that cute thing when he’s feeling shy where he lowers his head and talks in a pout, “I didn’t want to ruin our friendship. Especially after we started hanging out. I’d rather be around you as a friend than not.”

Seokjin really really wanted to kiss Yoongi again, properly this time, but held back. They had plenty of time.

Both held initial apprehension when they started dating. Neither of them could even wrack up the nerve to hold the other’s hand that first date. It was awkward but it oddly felt right and even if they both walked away that evening without so much as brushing knuckles together, they both were left smiling the whole night after.

Seokjin decided to take the lead with the smaller aspects of skinship. On their second official date Seokjin was the one that reached over and tugged at Yoongi’s hand. It was a natural transition, Yoongi had strong coarse hands that felt nice against Seokjin’s soft smooth one skin.

On their fifth date, again Seokjin had been the one to kiss Yoongi. Yoongi was dropping Seokjin off at his flat. They both had been itching to kiss again and had been dancing around each other, both overly cautious. Still, Seokjin had been eager to get a taste of Yoongi’s lips again and before getting out of the car he grabbed Yoongi by the collar and kissed him quickly before running out and up the stairs to his building. He ran all the way up his stairs out of a mix of giddiness and embarrassment. He meant to give Yoongi a proper kiss but chickened out last second and settled for a peck.

Back inside his flat, when his heart finally calmed down a bit, he checks his phone and sees he had a dozen texts from Yoongi.

What the hell was that?

You call that a kiss?

Get your ass back down there and kiss me properly!

Kim Seokjin, I swear to god if you don’t get back down here now and kiss me I will never speak to you again!

The rest were just Yoongi losing his patience, it would have made Seokjin laugh but he had zipped back downstairs in a such a hurry he forgot to close his flat back up again.

Yoongi was still illegally parked in front of the building’s steps but he was waiting out on the sidewalk, and by the looks of it, really impatient. Seokjin jumps the last steps to get to Yoongi and loses his footing a bit, topping over Yoongi and pushing him back to press against his car. He doesn’t get a chance to stable out his footing before Yoongi pulls him down for a kiss. Hard.

Yoongi slips his hands around Seokjin’s waist to pull him in even further and Seokjin settles his around Yoongi’s shoulders. It’s cold out but the pair stay like that for a while, kissing on the sidewalk for anyone to see.

Weeks go by and Seokjin decides to let Yoongi decide when to take things to the next level. Yoongi was shy but Seokjin knew his impatience will get the better of him eventually so he sticks it out.

For their eleventh official date, Yoongi surprises Seokjin with a night in of Italian and a binge of a drama Seokjin’s been saying he wanted to watch.

The drama had turned out better than Yoongi had expected. He had kind of wanted to make out the whole evening but Seokjin was too engrossed with the drama. Four episodes go by and the most action Yoongi had gotten was when Seokjin grabbed onto his thigh when a stressful part was playing.

By the middle of episode five Yoongi had changed his resolve. Screw the drama and Seokjin. He got up, unceremoniously blocked Seokjin’s view to the t.v. and when Seokjin complained Yoongi just straddled his lap and started kissing him. Any dispute Seokjin was would have put up was quelled when Yoongi began pressing open mouthed kisses down Seokjin’s jaw and settled in a soft sensitive spot on Seokjin’s neck just above his left collarbone. Yoongi’s hands started roaming. Staring at Seokjin’s shoulders, moving down to his chest and running his hands up and down Seokjin’s sides. Seokjin cautiously placed his hands on Yoongi’s thighs and lightly squeezes but he was afraid to take it much farther than that, too scared Yoongi wasn’t ready. But then again, Yoongi seemed pretty willing… so maybe Seokjin could move things along. Just a little.

Only just as Seokjin was reaching for Yoongi’s waistband Yoongi’s phone went off. His mom had called to invite them over for dinner and of course Yoongi couldn’t say no to his mom. An awkwardly charged car ride later and Seokjin was left far too disappointed that evening. Dinner at Yoongi’s parents house was lovely but he would have rather been back at Yoongi’s place.

But there they were now, Their 12th date approaching and all Seokjin’s heart was beating too fast for him to get an accurate count on it. He takes a deep breath but it doesn’t help.

Yoongi was meant to pick him at the front of their apartment but between the humidity, the heat and his racing heart he felt incredibly uncomfortable. He was sweating through his deodorant and cursed Yoongi’s name for being late. He had texted he’d be a few minutes late and Seokjin decided it wasn’t worth climbing all the way back up to his flat and decided to just wait on the curb. It gave him time to overanalyze what might or might not happen this date.

They hadn’t seen each other in nearly a week and they hadn’t talked about what happened their last date. After dinner at Yoongi’s parents Yoongi had dropped Seokjin off at his place and that was that. Yoongi texted later to thank him for going with him to see his parents and that he had a good time but there was no mention of what had happened before Yoongi’s moms call came through. They had texted all week and even facetimed a few times but either they were too stubborn to bring up what had happened or too shy. Seokjin wasn’t sure anymore.

He really shouldn’t hold this much reserve around Yoongi, it was Yoongi afterall. The best-best friend he’d ever had. But really, it’s because of that that he feels himself holding back a lot more than with any of his previous relationships. If he lost Yoongi, it would hurt a lot more than any breakup he’d had. A life post-Yoongi is one he wants to continue which is probably why his heart felt like hit jumped into his throat when he saw Yoongi’s car turn the corner.

“Hey,” Yoongi says, leaning in for a kiss. Seokjin hesitates but ultimately leans in for a quick peck. If Yoongi noticed his apprehension he doesn’t let on. “You smell good,” he says instead. Seokjin thinks he may be mocking him but a quick glance told him Yoongi was flirting.

“You mean like sweat and $50 cologne? Yeah, I’ll bet.” Yoongi merely rolls his eyes.

They end up back at Yoongi’s place. It was closer to the theater. They had watched some action movie Yoongi had been obnoxiously hinting about wanting to watch but Seokjin couldn’t even tell you the main character’s name. He had been so distracted with his own thoughts the entire time to be able to focus. Yoongi took his hand half way through the movie which did help ease his nerves a little but now that they were back at Yoongi’s place, Seokjin felt hypersensitive to everything again.

Yoongi had placed his hand on his lower back when when they entered the apartment and he felt as if his skin was burning where he had touched. He was finding it harder and harder to breath and felt like he was going to throw up.

Last weekend when they had their almost moment, it felt totally different. Seokjin hadn’t had a chance to dwell on things and now that he’s with Yoongi, all his unresolved feelings seem to be pouring out of him.

Yoongi hands Seokjin a coke and sits uncomfortably close to him. It was the first time in knowing Yoongi that Seokjin didn’t feel like it was right. His nerves were getting the better of him and he hates that he’s just letting them make things awkward. The last thing he wants to do is mess things up with Yoongi, but he feels like any wrong move and everything could fall apart.

“You’re being weird,” Yoongi says. Seokjin had been zoned out and awkwardly gawks at Yoongi for a moment before processing what he said.

“Oh. Sorry.” It’s weak but he’s not sure of what else to say. He shifts in his seat but that only makes Yoongi slide into him and press even closer.

“You wanna tell me what’s on your mind? It’s not usually like you to be so reserved and I’m getting kind of worried. You’re not going to break up with me are-”

“No!” Seokjin cuts in. He sounds panicked but he hates that Yoongi would think that because of how he was acting. “That’s not why I’m being difficult.”

“You’re not really difficult. Just uncharacteristically distant. Did I say something? You seemed find when we facetimed but you’ve been really weird all night. Tell me what’s on your mind.” Yoongi sounds soft, unsure of himself. Seokjin’s angry at himself for making Yoongi feel like that and as embarrassed as he is he feels like he owes Yoongi an honest answer.

“I’m just…” Seokjin starts but he feels a wad come up to the middle of his throat. He takes a sip of his coke and tries again. “I just really don’t want to mess this up.”

He couldn’t bring himself to look at Yoongi, afraid of what he’ll see in his eyes.

“Me either,” Yoongi admits. Seokjin sneaks a glance and Yoongi offered him a soft smile. “Did last time freak you out? I didn’t mean to go so fast, I was just... I don’t know what I was but the last thing I’d ever wanted was to make you uncomfortable.”

“You didn't!” Seokjin assures him. “I don’t even know where this is coming from. I’ve been find all week but today I just started to freak out because we were going to spend time together. And… and…”

“You’re putting too much pressure on this,” Yoongi tells him. Seokjin half wants to roll his eyes because he already knew that but instead laughs.

“The last thing I’d ever want is to lose you. Moving things on has felt so natural all this time but all of a sudden I feel this huge weight fell on me when I realized what tonight might mean.”

“Hey,” Yoongi says, taking Seokjin’s hand in his. Seokjin loves the way Yoongi’s rough hands feel against his. They’re rough and strong and the way Yoongi runs his thumb against Seokjin’s palm sends shivers up Seokjin’s spine. “We don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for.”

“It’s not that I don’t want to, really. It’s more… you’re my best friend and I don’t know why all of a sudden something that really shouldn’t be a big deal is such a big deal.” Seokjin’s still not looking at Yoongi but he could tell his eyes were focused on him.

“It is a big deal though. I mean I know for some people it really isn’t or whatever - but for you and me… it’s a big deal for me too.”

Seokjin chances another glance at Yoongi and almost melts when he sees Yoongi face.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Seokjin finally gets himself together to finally look at Yoongi and return his smile. He leans in for a kiss. It’s brief and simple but it’s perfect. At least for now.

#yoonjin #yoongi scenario #seokjin scenario #bts fanfiction #fanfic #mywritinglol

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seducing-mr-perfect · 6 years

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Like A Bullet to the Heart (Robin x Min-June)

Pairing: Robin Heiden x Kim Min June

Movie: Seducing Mr Perfect/Mr Robin Kkosigi

Summary: Somehow, the words that hurt the most almost always make their way back to you. Set after the bar scene and June’s conversation with her father. Features June’s nightmare which involves her three ex-boyfriends.

Note: Since we’re never told what the other two men were called, I took the liberty of naming them myself, as well as Robin’s ex.

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You bastard.

Surprising how easily the words come to her now, when he’s just a picture trapped in a frame - all smiling and bespectacled and sipping beer from behind her, his eyes only on her, even when they were just posing. It’s always been this way with Ju-hyeoung. She’d have the choicest words to fling his way in the privacy of her bedroom, but in front of the man she was a confused, stuttering mess.

Even today. She should’ve ended it in sass and style, strutting away from him like a queen. She should’ve been the one to end things. Should’ve given him a kick in the shins - or higher. definitely higher - while she was at it. What did she do instead? She begged.

Come home, Ju-yeoung. Please. You can’t leave me like this.

What hadn’t she done right? Hadn’t she said all the right words, done all the right things? Made herself different from every other girl he’d ever known (those greedy, gold-digging bitches, always looking out to suck a man’s paycheck dry, he’d complain), paying her own way, buying her own things? Dressed up the way he wanted her to, had sex the way he wanted her to, worried and loved and cared the way he wanted her to?

She almost wants to pick up that goddamn phone and force him to explain. To hell with “don’t contact me again”.

She’s almost about to do it, when a low, familiar chuckle stops her.

She turns around. Closes her eyes. Opens them, closes them again. Perhaps if she does this often enough the sight before her will seem less real?

Jae-won perched on her bed. Min-ho in his slate-grey suit, standing next to her bedside table (you’d better not topple over my favourite lamp, Min-ho, or I swear to God…). Ju-hyeoung lording it over her treasured armchair, as if he owned the damn thing. All of them staring back at her, amusement and judgement glimmering in equal parts from their eyes.

Jae-won still hasn’t stopped laughing. After all these years he’s still all bravado and bluster and bad-boy leather jackets bought with HER goddamn money. Why did I like you? Because you’re nice. Why did I stop liking you? Because you’re nice. You see, nice people get boring after a while.

Min-ho shuffles his feet uncomfortably from his place at the back of her room, his suit hanging over his frame like an overcoat on top of a mouse. He’d always insisted on wearing it, even if it was three sizes too big for him. When did I ask you for an allowance? (Three months before this conversation) Getting meals from you is embarrassing enough (but that never stopped you from asking, asshole!) Who do you think you are, my mother? (I was perfectly content being your girlfriend. Not my fault you turned into the worst kind of manbaby instead)

Ju-hyeoung’s eyes are black coal, cold and lifeless, but the words he says still sting. She isn’t sure if it’s because of the eerie calm with which he delivers them, or the fact that she’d heard them from him just a few hours ago. Give me some space. You’re the one who made me do this. (Stop asking for space while you’re sitting in my bedroom like you own it then!)

They’re almost three feet away from her but she can almost feel their breath on her neck. Her room is hot, too hot, with too little air and she’s suffocating. Can’t…breathe…need…to…leave…

Her feet are lead but she manages, inch by inch, to move towards the door. And stops.

It’s him.

Min-june prides herself on being slightly taller than the average woman in the office, and since Mr Heiden has arrived they’ve commented more than once how even without heels she reaches as high as his chin.

It makes no difference tonight. In this moment, blocking her way out the door and pushing her back to her room and bitter reality, he towers over her: tall and terrifying, a black hole threatening to suck out every tiny ounce of faith she has left in love.

You’ll always be treated like trash by men. Like a showgirl.

She wants to bar his entry, to push him out, get him as far away from her room as she can. But her feet act like they don’t even belong to her anymore. With every step forward he takes, they move back, granting him access.

And then you will grow old. All by yourself.

The other men stand up too, advancing towards her. Closing in on her, creating a fortress of misery and betrayal and bad intentions. Their whispers form invisible chains around her, so she has no space to move, no space to breathe. She looks to Mr. Heiden for help, but he has her trapped too.

All by yourself.

She wakes up in a cold sweat. Slowly, slowly, her eyes adjust to the darkness, noting with a heady relief that she is the only person in the room. No men. No horrible boyfriends. No Mr. Heiden. She is alone.

Only his words, ringing through the deafening silence in her house. Make me beg for you.

It’s been five hours. Five hours, and those words stick to like gum to a shoe - only letting go in bits and pieces. She’s as flushed with anger now as she was when she first heard them, so much so that she has to remind herself to breathe. In…out. In…out.

If there is a peculiar warmth settling in her belly when she hears those words in his voice, she won’t quite admit it. Not yet.

Her eyes glimmer brimstone and steel in the night. Manipulation and power-play and games…is that what he wants? Then she’ll make sure he will regret the day he asked.

“Just you wait, Robin Heiden,” she whispers, still catching her breath, “I’m going to make you beg to me. On your knees.”

Mr Heiden wants this to be a game? She will give him more than he bargained for.

She will give him war.

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Late nights aren’t new to Robin Heiden. He’s been known to go for days on end with just three hours of sleep some months, surviving on nothing but adrenaline and coffee and sheer grit. It’s what’s gotten him this far.

He’s always been a man of extremes. Either he’ll spend the whole night buried in work - looking more rested than ever the next morning - or he’ll crash as soon as his head hits the bed. Disturbed sleep, random waking moments, scattered dreams that he can’t seem to remember the next day…none of this has happened for a while. Not for the last ten years.

In fact he isn’t quite sure when he last had dreams at all.

Not until tonight.

He’s twenty-one here, all long legs and messy hair and gangly frame. He’s lying on a picnic mat with a girl on his arm, counting stars. They locking gazes from time to time and share earphones, mouthing the lyrics of an old Queen song, and the space between them is so miniscule an ant could either give up walking through the gap, or die trying. His fingers gently tap the song’s rhythm on her hand as she sings.

Open up your mind and let me step inside

Rest your weary head and let your heart decide

It’s so easy

when you know the rules

It’s so easy,

All you have to do

is fall in love

Play the game, everybody play the game

of love

He imagines kneeling before her in this very lawn, his shins sinking into the mud and the grass as he holds out a ring. He imagines a single diamond, shimmering like teardrop in the moonlight. He imagines her in a pretty floral dress and tiny, perfect pearls - the kind she loves, the kind he hopes to gift her one day. He imagines she will hold out her hand. Her eyes glimmering as he says the words. Nadine Spencer, will you marry me?

He knows what everyone else will say. They’re too young. Too different. He’s too much of a dreamer, she’s too much of a realist.They’ve got futures, careers, whole lives ahead of them. Neither of them know what they want yet.

Still. He dares to hope.

He imagines she will say yes.

Click.

They’re twenty-two and joined at the hip, people say. Robin and Nadine, together everywhere, his friends at Harvard say. But only his. Hers’, he hasn’t even met in the three years they’ve been together, and he’s resigned himself to the possibility that he never will.

Still. He tells her he loves her every chance he gets. Tells her he worries about her, everyday. Cares for her when she’s sick. His friends have begun calling him mother hen.

He loves being with her, he tells her one day. He just doesn’t like being hidden away like her little secret. He wants desperately to meet everyone, to experience her family and upbringing and friends and life, to get know her better. He wants her to be proud of him, to puff up her chest when she introduces him to the people she loves, and yes, yes Nadine, of course he knows he’s not quite there yet. She’s told him so enough times, of course she would, isn’t it the truth? She’s told him to establish himself in the meantime, to wait for when things were just right.

He’s willing to wait forever if that’s what it takes.

Click

They’re twenty-three and in a club now, waving away the coloured smoke and squinting at the bright lights ahead. He wonders if it was a mistake, bringing her here. Nothing he does seems to make her happy anymore. The local bookstore doesn’t stock up on the things she likes, the gift shop is tacky, the park offers her nothing but ducks in a pond swimming all day and the nightclub has drinks that taste like floor cleaner. When he points out that she’s had three refills of the same drink so he’s sure it can't be all that bad, she dumps the rest of it on him. Great. It took me ages to pick out this suit and now it’s ruined. He feels terrible and awful and petty for thinking such superficial things after he’s practically ruined her night.

She sets the drink on the table, declaring she has had enough. Complaining that she’s tired of paying for everything, everywhere, Robin who else are you spending your money on if you have none left for me.

He’s taken out his credit card before she’s even begun speaking, and a whole pile of the entire week’s bills - all spent on things Nadine wanted - spills out.

She says nothing. Does nothing.

He picks the bills up and stuffs them back in his wallet as if nothing has happened.

Click.

They’re twenty-four and by now he’s learned to listen for sounds. For the click-clack of her heels on linoleum floor, marking her territory. For the slow dangerous rise of her tone, indicating he’s done something wrong. For the china that he’s now kept on the topmost shelf in case she’s in a bad mood. For the taste of fear, heavy and sour and acrid on his tongue. For the times he’s unable to tell anyone else how this feels because she doesn’t hit, she doesn’t attack, she doesn’t insult. She just slowly chips away at his self-confidence, one word as a time.

Yes, Nadine, I’m pathetic. Yes, Nadine, you lowered your standards to be with me. No, Nadine, I never did have a lot of self-respect to begin with. No, Nadine, you’ve never had to say these things to me. I understand anyway.

For the sweeter moments, when she almost lulls him into forgetting what life with her has become. And he almost believes things will get better.

He almost believes he will give her that ring one day.

Click.

He’s twenty five and he doesn’t know where he stands with her. Not after she’s thrown him out of their home and her life, not after he has seen her with another man. Not after she has gone away from him, and returned, and gone again, and returned, telling him she’s missed him each time. Not after she has told everyone she knows about the stalker ex-boyfriend who won’t take no for an answer. He says nothing because no one has ever really believed him before, so how would this be any different? The only person who seems to think any differently is his best friend Jennifer, and he’s already heard the rumours doing the rounds about the two of them. Great, Jen quips, so now they can’t decide if you’re a clingy bastard or a raging Lothario.

Still. There are days she comes back. Acts like she did in the old days. But he’s never sure when that will change and the prospect of seeing her go back to hating him again makes almost wish she would just hate him and leave it at that, instead of dangling him on a thread like this. It’s a dizzying rollercoaster ride of break-up-get-back-break-up-get-back, except this one never seems to stop, and now he feels sick in his stomach and wants to get off but doesn’t know how anymore.

He doesn’t know what a life without her looks like anymore.

Click.

He’s in the same grassy lawn again. They’d agreed to meet here. She said she had something to give him. He told her he has a gift to give her, and brings the promise ring he’d had made for her all those years ago. Keep it, it’s yours, I don’t want to have anything to do with this anymore.

But he doesn't have to. Because for the first time in this twisted relationship, Nadine decides to pass on her gift first.

He smells rather than feels the blood spilling from his chest, soaking his shirt. He registers faintly the sharp click of her heels on gravel as she leaves. So this is how it ends, huh? This is how I end. He half-expects Jennifer to arrive, screaming and crying and administering first aid with trembling hands. But she doesn’t. Not here. It’s someone else altogether.

The woman in front of him right now isn’t Jen. Or Nadine. It’s…

“BAM!” she yells, pointing two fingers to his bloodied chest and yanking them away, “like a bullet straight through the heart, sa jang-nim*. You know the feeling?”

…June.

“BAM,” she strikes again, grinning brightly, her eyes like great big black opals. Shining in the moonlight. Her teeth shine, pearl-like, as she grins. Or is she merely baring them? Is she another hungry lioness, pouncing on her prey instead? BAM. BAM. BAM.

It’s a miracle he doesn’t wake up screaming.

Robin jerks awake at 3 in the morning, his breathing heavy and laboured. It’s been so long since he’s had a nightmare at all that he’s almost afraid it’s real. He runs his hands over his neck, finds it slick with sweat. He looks around. No Nadine. No Jen. No June. No promise rings. No grassy lawn on a sunny day in July. No bloodsoaked mud.

He is in a hotel room in Korea, as far away from Nadine and her mind games as he can get.

Slowly, carefully - so carefully his footsteps can hardly be heard, he’s had enough practice - he makes his way to the bathroom. He doesn’t care how hard he splashes the water on his face, or how much, or how wet half his body has become. All he wants is to forget the last few hours ever happened.

He takes one last look in the mirror before he leaves, taking in the sight his assistant must have been confronted with tonight. A jawline that didn’t know what it meant to relax anymore. Cold eyes, dead eyes, eyes that told you nothing, gave away nothing. A mouth that didn’t know anymore whether to curve into a welcoming smile, or purse itself into thinner, crueller lines. A mouth that spat out uncomfortable truths today - about her, about himself. A voice that hurt her in the softest, calmest tones possible.

But the truth hurts, doesn’t it, he tells himself, if I didn’t hurt her by saying it, someone else would, by doing it.

Funny that on the day he wanted most to help someone, he wound up sounding exactly like Nadine.

Funny how the last words he hears before he returns to bed, don’t belong to Jen, or to Nadine. They belong to June.

What’s wrong with admitting that I love him, huh? What’s wrong with calling him or visiting him if I’m that worried about him? What’s wrong with wanting to give him all I have?

He swallows the sick, cloying, metallic taste in his mouth as he recalls those words. He closes his eyes, then opens them, then closes them again. He knows the answer to June’s question. It lies in an old bullet scar, constant and puckered on the left side of his chest.

Everything, Ms. June, he wishes he could say, Everything.

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Sa jang-nim: Term of address, mostly used for your boss.

#seducing mr perfect #fanfic #daniel henney #uhm jung hwa #robin x june #robin x minjune #robin x min june #mr robin kkosigi

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sugaskoookies · 6 years

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I got a bad case of lovin’ you

Taegi Doctor!Au

Pairing: Taegi, side jikook and namjin unrequited!Sope

Fluff and Mild angst

Yoongi and Hoseok are childhood friends who have a small studio together where they produce music and Hobi can choreograph dances. An accident occurred when Hobi kicked Yoongi while dancing sending him tumbling and causing Suga to get a mild concussion. Now tired and in pain Yoongi meets a very charismatic doctor that’s here to help him feel better maybe in more ways than one? With blossoming relationships, odd sex advice and miscommunication between longtime friends Yoongi find’s himself falling for the smooth talking beloved Dr. Kim Taehyung. (I might change the title!!!)

It really was a series of accidents that landed them here. Hoseok was pacing nervously asking Yoongi if he needed anything every few seconds. It wasn’t until Yoongi told him to sit his ass down before he wore a path on the floor.

“I'm sorry...are you still in a lot of pain.” Hoseok examined the growing lump on the back of Yoongi’s head. “Well considering he basically ate shit because you kicked him I wouldn’t doubt it.” Jungkook chimed in lollipop hanging from his lips.

“Shut up! It was an accident I didn’t see him come into the room!” Hoseok defended himself against this brat ass of a child they called their friend.

“Ah! Guys shut the hell up you’re giving me a headache.” Yoongi scolded removing the ice pack from his head to see if there might be any blood before placing it back and and doing his best to feel comfortable. “Sorry yoongi..” Both boys apologized in unison sinking back into their seats. Yoongi in general was scary, but they sure as hell didn’t want to be on the receiving end if the quiet boy decided to just jump their asses. “I really do feel bad Suga.” Hoseok said quietly using the nickname he had given Yoongi when they were kids.

Initially been a little embarrassing but eventually had just stuck. “I know, it was an accident okay. I should have knocked before coming in. I knew you were dancing but I figured you wouldn’t have heard anyhow since the music was so loud.” Sighing Yoongi leaned over resting his aching head on Hoseok’s shoulder.

What had seemed like an eternity the nurse finally called Yoongi back, he motioned for Hobi to follow while Jungkook decided to hang back. The tv in the waiting room had been playing some kdrama and he had gotten really into it. Rolling their eyes they left the younger boy alone and they prayed his ass wouldn’t get into trouble.

Sitting on the uncomfortable bed while the smell of metal and disinfectant was prominent in the air Hoseok squirmed never really a fan of hospitals. The nurse had told them the doctor would be out promptly after she had taken Yoongi’s blood pressure. Disappearing behind the curtain she had been gone for maybe just a little more than ten minutes when the curtain was swished open revealing a very stout looking man. His glasses hanging on the edge of his nose. Clipboard in hand he gave a smile to the two boys. His eyes a nice deep brown that when Yoongi looked into them he felt his whole chest warm up. He hadn’t been a fan of ER’s and Hospitals either but suddenly Suga felt he was in really good hands.

“Hello boys i'm Doctor Kim, Sooo Mr. Min it's says on your chart that you were a bit of an accident and it seems you might have a concussion?” His voice was deep and smooth and was so easy on the ears Yoongi felt he might just be eased into a nice sleep unintentional on the Dr’s part. Eyes looking over the chart Yoongi nodded giving a little noise of confirmation. “Alright, lets take a look at what’s going on here.”

Throwing on the gloves the doctor pushed up his glasses and gently removed the ice back from Yoongi’s head. Feeling around very gently and moving around the locks on blond hair delicate long fingers sending shivers down Yoongi’s back when the doctor examined him. Dr, Kim moving slowly and even softer whenever he heard Suga wince. There was a very obvious bump but also it seemed a small cut.

“Oh! Seems you managed to get a wound here, but nothing that would require stitches.” He said plainfully, a look of guilt washing over Hosoek’s face again. Dr. Kim gave the boy a sympathetic look. “No need to worry about that it really seems fine just maybe a small bandaid and some antiseptic ointment. As for your friend here is feeling over all, it does say you were experiencing some nausea and lightheadedness. Have you thrown up at all or maybe blacked out for a second.”

“No but I did feel I was going to pass out while ago?” Yoongi confirmed. “Alright then has he been slurring his words, been acting groggy? Did you ask him the date, month?” Kim turning his attention to Hobi he confirmed he felt that the other was acting a little out of sorts, but wasn’t sure if that was from a lack of sleep or it really was the head injury.

Nodding listening to Hoseok while he asked Yoongi to follow his finger while shining a light in his eyes. “Well Mr. Min you do seems to be experiencing symptoms of a concussion, I just want to go ahead and run a few tests just be sure we aren’t missing anything. Give me just a minute while I grab my nurse.”

As soon as the doctor left Hobi was grabbing at Yoongi’s hand apologizing over and over, saying he would take him out for lamb skewers whenever he wanted. Accepting Hobi’s million apology he wasn’t going to be angry at his best friend for something he himself could have prevented though he did take him up that offer for lamb.

It came back conclusive that Suga had a mild concussion, Hobi looking like he was about ready to cry. Yoongi ironically was the one consoling him when they got the results. Wheeling him out even after his protests of being put in a wheelchair as if he was suddenly incapable of using his legs. The nurse wheeling him out was a rather pretty boy golden hair and plush lips.

Huffing when he was finally back outside Jungkook had then joined them as soon as he had seen the very soft looking nurse. Apparently the two had already met while Hobi and Suga were in the back. Jimin was his name, he had waved and striked up a small conversation with Jungkook when he had walked out a little girl with a cast. Wondering why the boy was out in the waiting room all alone and had gotten a little worried.

“Okay Min Yoongi you take care of yourself now. Drink lots of water to stay hydrated, get LOTS of rest and limit the time you spend using any screens phones, laptops, tv etcetera. As well as staying home, exerting your body and mind will only worsen your condition and delay your healing.” Holding out a hand for Suga to take to help him up, begrudgingly he took it. Those cool slender fingers wrapping around his hand he felt the breath leave his lungs briefly. Taking a step back he wasn’t sure what came over him. Dr. Kim getting a good grip on him before the other might trip. “Whoa there, how about you sit just a little longer.” He said easing Suga back into the chair. Hobi looking so concerned he told them to sit tight he would bring the car around in just a second.

“I'm fine...” Suga muttered eyes casting down he hated when he was the center of attention. Hobi had been by his side during the tests worrying and fussing about every comment the doctor had made, but Taehyung they had learned his name just before he was wheeled out as Jimin spoke by accident. Not meaning to be informal, of course like he had been all day he cooly waved off the younger man’s worry. It seemed this doctor really had a way with people. All the nurses and staff had been talking kindly of him and the female staff would act very sweetly towards him.

Seeing how he had treated people Yoongi felt not as special as he had when they first started the tests but something about Taehyung’s mannerisms and voice drew him back in and made him feel like he was the only one of importance.

Hoseok pulling up in the car swiftly getting out to open the side door for Yoongi. Taehyung again held out his hand “Let’s try this one more time, huh?” He giggled, this time he took it without reserve feeling that airy laugh though his chest while the electricity rang through his fingers when they touched Tae’s. Fighting back a blush he tried to move as quickly as possible into the car to escape the doctor’s soft gaze. “I will see you back in week now~” Waving cutely to his patient he retreated back into the hospital with Jimin.

They left as Jungkook slipped into the back of the car a shit eating grin stretched onto his lips. About to pull out of the exit of the hospital Hoseok scolded their friend. “Suga almost died and your smiling???” He spoke dramatically, “I didn’t almost di-” “I got a date with that hot nurse!” Jungkook cut Yoongi off, his grin if even possible grew wider.

At this both older boys turned to look at Jungkook in the back. “How?!” They asked in unison, “Full offense, but he seemed way out of your league.” Yoongi said flatly.

His eyes narrowing, Jungkook held his hand to his chest. “I will have you know I simply used my playboy charm and he ate it right up.” “Or he simply felt sorry for your ass.” Hoseok clapped back, him and Yoongi at their friend’s expense.

#taegi #taegi fanfic #jikook #bts #bts fanfic #i literally wrote and posted lol #so if there are any mistakes i apologize #suga #taehyung #suga/v

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choco-chip-cookie · 7 years

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SugarDaddy!Cal Pt.13

A/N: I wrote this whole chapter while listening to the entire Migos album and a huge bag of hot fries so I’m pretty satisfied with this. The way she reacts in this part is honestly mainly focused on how I would as well as my slang, so sorry if you can't relate. The main character was supposed to be black anyway and Imma black girl soo...As always get this to 100 notes and feedback is appreciated. This is long as hell with a lot of dialogue too. Hope you like this part, sugarplums💕

**WARNING**: Lots of profanity and small makeout session

One/ Two/ Three/ Four/Five/Six/Seven/Eight/ Nine/Ten/Eleven/Twelve/Thirteen/Fourteen/Fifteen Sixteen/ Seventeen/ Eighteen/ Nineteen/Twenty{END}

~ Blonde Babe: Heyyy ~ Y/N: What do you need? I'm not in a playful mood. ~ Ahhh I see ~ *In your voice* "Who tf we have to fight?" ~ Lmaoo, your bestfriend ~ ...Calum? ~ Ding Ding Ding ~ What did he do? ~ He got a fucking girlfriend... ~ Oh wow uh... ~Ice cream on me in 20? ~ Hell yes

You let out an animalistic growl, rolling in your bed until you could gently slither off the side of it slowly and land on the floor with a soft thump. The best way to describe how you were feeling this morning was shitty. Beyond shitty, actually. For starters you were hung over from consuming half a bottle of vodka with Felix, and to top it off you felt like you weren't worth a damn. Having spent so much time with the bassist you couldn't help but to fall for his cheeky charm and his kind heart. If only you knew that he'd just toss you to the side, you could've avoided this whole situation.

Flicking off the bathroom light to avoid irritating your sensitive eyes and causing your migraine to worsen, you began to brush your teeth. Once you finished you took some advil and continued with your morning routine which also consisted with a shower. You nearly slipped and fell when you pulled the curtain back to see Felix seeming to be sleeping on the toilet and rapidly yanked it back to cover yourself.

"What the hell, Felix?!"

"I ate almost a whole tub ice cream, Y/N, I have to shit." He whined and you laughed loudly, immediately regretting it although you couldn't stop."Stop laughing and get out."

"Oh my God. I'm not gonna play with you today, Fe." You wrapped yourself in a towel and stepped out of the shower, ruffling his curls before you left him alone in the bathroom to handle his business.

You got yourself dressed in something simple: a white tank top, a pair of jean shorts, and a red flannel topped off with your black huaraches. You decided that it'd better if you went out to show your face to the world without dark bags underneath your eyes and placed on light makeup. As you were pinning your curls away in a pineapple Luke's name appeared across your phone and you slid the green button to answer.

"You outside, bub?"

"Yep, getting eyeballed by some old man."

"Okay then, Lukey!" You laughed lightly, teasing the boy."Gotchu one."

"That's fucking gross." He groaned."Bring your short self outside before he knocks on the window."

"'Kay."

You hung up the phone and grabbed your purse, yelling to Felix that you were leaving and headed out the door. You snorted as you caught a glimpse of his uncomfortable state through the windshield and smiled politely at your neighbor who had been eyeing him. With only seconds of you being in the car Luke was already backing out of the parking spot and you had bursted into a fit of giggles.

"I think Rodger likes you."

"Y/N, please don't."

Deciding to leave him alone, you hooked up your phone to the bluetooth in the car to play music from your phone. Grinning when you heard Rihanna's voice emit from the speaker, you began to hum lightly.

"You know, I still find it weird you have a SUV." You admitted and he looked at your for a split second as if he was offended."Like, you got a Lexus SUV. What twenty year old with thousands of dollars buys a SUV?"

"There's more room, shut up."

"Strange one you are."

"I'm considering on not buying you ice cream."

The two of you laughed and soon fell silent for the rest of the way there. You smiled occasionally when you heard Luke singing some of the lyrics from the multitude of songs that were played and he laughed at your horrid vocals when you did as well. Sometimes he even complimented you on when he thought you actually sounded good, leading him to believe that "You have potential." When you arrived at the ice cream parlor, Bruster's to be exact, your mood improved dramatically.

"Oh my gosh I want a large waffle cone!" You squealed and hopped out of the SUV, Luke coming around the front of the vehicle to meet you with an amused smile."What are you getting?"

"Probably a waffle cone of cookies n' creme."He shrugged his shoulders."You?"

"I want coffee ice cream. That shit right there is heaven, I swear."

You stood and waited patiently beside Luke as he ordered the two waffle cones, grinning widely when you noticed that the younger brunette was flirting with him. You nudged his arm and sent him a wink while she rung him up, causing Luke to chuckle lightly.

"Get her number." You whispered and he shook his head.

"I just got out of a-"

"The girl cheated on you, Luke. You're free to move on as quickly as you like."

"Y/N, no."

When she handed you your cones, you told Luke to go have a seat on the bench while you "got napkins". What he didn't know was that you were telling your new friend,Paisley, that you saw her ogling Luke and would be happy to give him her number. You couldn't help but to laugh loudly at the resting bitch face he gave you once you handed him the paper with her number jotted down in blue ink.

"I hate you."

"No you don't."

Just as you tucked the number in his shirt pocket, you both simultaneously looked over at the window and saw Paisley's cheeks heat up and she quickly spun around to speed towards the back of the parlor. You laughed lightly at her shy antics and pat his back playfully.

"The cutie's name is Paisley."

"You know, you're the friend who inspires people to make the worst decisions of their life?" Luke joked and you rolled your eyes.

"You better text her."

The second Calum saw both Y/N and Luke laughing and eating ice cream together his heart clenched. He was the one supposed to be causing a smile on her face, the one to make her beautiful laugh pass her lips, not his best friend. He huffed and let out breath of air as he decided to text Luke.

~ Cal:What are you doing rn? ~ Luke: Nothing much. ~ Wassup? ~ Are you with anyone? 10 min later ~ No

Calum furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. Why is he lying? He went back on twitter to screenshot the picture of the two and sent it to Luke, waiting patiently as the bubbles appeared and disappeared only to repeat.

~ Okay, I'm with Y/N ~ Did you need anything? ~ Why are you out with her? ~ Because you're an asshole who had her fall asleep drunk and angry ~ A girlfriend? Seriously, mate? ~ Mind your business, Luke ~ Well in that case mind yours and stop worrying about why I'm with Y/N at the moment ~ Fuck you ~ Yeah, see you at the studio

Calum locked his phone and angrily tossed it to the side. He wanted to do nothing more but to drive to them and punch Luke in his pretty face, but he knew that wouldn't solve a thing. He was right after all, Calum was an asshole, but at least it wasn't on purpose. He couldn't exactly control the situation he was in, but he couldn't tell you that. Management didn't want him to have any contact with you, let alone be seen with you in public. He argued them down about how they couldn't control that aspect of his life, but at the end of the day they do control his pay as well as his career.

"We've come to the conclusion that we obviously have to do something to draw attention away from this mishap, so...." David trailed off as he went to open the door and allowed a tall redhead enter the room along with a shorter brunette.

"So?" Calum raised an eyebrow to tell him to get on with it.

"This is Nicole and she's going to be your girlfriend." David announced.

Nicole sent Calum a flirty smile and a wave while he sat in the leather chair, his jaw touching the floor.

"You can't be serious? Y/N will kill me!" He shouted before adding on,"Literally."

"You just told me a few minutes ago that she wasn't your actual girlfriend, Cal. This is better for your career."

"You can't make me date this girl."

"Look," David sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose," I know you don't like this, but we don't have another option. Nicole needs this publicity and you definitely need something more positive than a gold digger."

"This is my personal life, David! You can't just-"

"Do you want to make the band look bad and have sales go down? Yes or no? I can let you walk out of here right now and not care and allow your career go to shit, but you have to remember the boys are with you as well."

That was enough to get Calum to finally agree to the deal, and all while David explained that he had to let you go, he couldn't help but to think about how furious you were going to be.

Even if he were to tell you the truth, he had a strong gut feelings that it wouldn't matter to you. Calum knew just how stubborn you could be and since he didn't just straight forward tell you why he couldn't be with you at the moment, he definitely knew you'd be pissed.

Within the next couple of hours Calum sulked alone in his room and watched reruns of Bobs Burgers before he had to get up to be productive. He dressed himself in lazy attire -sweatpants and a plain dry fit tee - and left his home to head to the studio. He had got the text from Michael saying that he and Ashton were together and already on their way. He jammed in the car to some of the music you had helped him discover and made sure to stop by Mcdonalds to get himself a snack since he hadn't eaten.

When he arrived at the studio he expected to see his best mates with their guitars and notebooks out ready to write a new hit. What he didn't expect to see was you stretched out on the black leather couch with your feet in Luke's lap as he laughed at a joke Ashton told.

"Hey, Cal." Michael greeted his friend with a hug and Cal mumbled out a small hey as his eyes watched your small frame.

God, he'd only been away from you for a week and it felt like months.

"You ready to write?"

"Definitely." The Māori boy nodded and took a seat in the swivel chair nearby you.

You, however, didn't pay him any attention. You had decided long before you got there that you were going to be petty and not acknowledge his presence and you were going to stick to it. You concentrated on figuring out the last three words in a level of Word Cookies and let them do their own thing. Occasionally you would speak when they acknowledged you and laughed when one of them said or did something funny, but other than that not a peep from you. Calum was worried. He knew you weren't anywhere near quiet so to see you sitting so calm and collected surprised him.

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom you guys." You announced and they hummed in response.

Just as you were out the door Michael questioned,"Hey, Y/N, can you get me some cookies from the vending machine?"

"Yep." You nodded as you took the dollar or his hand." You boys need anything?"

"Nah."

You hummed to yourself quietly as you walked down the grey hall in search of a bathroom. How you didn't notice Calum following you, you didn't know. All you do know is that when you walked out of the restroom, he was there and had you pushed against the wall with his lips on yours. You gave into it at first, having been away from him for so long and missing the way they felt against your own. You quickly came to your senses, however, and pushed him away from you, anger evident across your features.

"What the fuck?"

"I missed you."

"Boy bye." You laughed and turned to walk away, but he grabbed your wrist.

"I'm sorry I've been ignoring you it's just-"

"You got a fucking girlfriend, yeah I know."

Calum was speechless,but his shock soon turned into confusion."How did you..."

"You'd be amazed by what you find out watching TMZ."

"Y/N, just let me explain-" he cried out and grabbed your arm as you turned away. His eyes widened in shock when you spun around shoved him rather roughly, causing him to nearly topple over. You were stronger than he initially thought.

"No, back the fuck up! How dare you bait my head up like you were really fucking with me heavy these past three months then just throw me in the trash?!"

"It's not like that."

"Oh really? You scoffed," 'Cause it seem like to me you like skinny redheaded bitches now. I mean like damn, Cal, at least warn a girl first that you got another bitch before you ignore me."

Calum sighed in frustration, rubbing his hands down his face and looked at you with pleading eyes. You waited as his mouth opened and closed repeatedly as if he were going to say nothing, but not a sound left his lips. So, you rolled your eyes and spun around on your heels to return to the boys.

"So have you seen ya sugardaddy,yet?" Felix teased you and you rolled you eyes.

"Last time I saw that boy was like three weeks ago, Felix. I'm not stuttin' him."

"You didn't tell me you saw him! What the hell happened?"

You laughed and began telling him about what went down in the studio after you saw him that day. Felix seemed to love all of the drama, especially your "boss bitch" reaction as he'd like to put it.

"You didn't even give the boy a chance to explain himself?" He laughed lightly as you told him about your violent outburst.

"I really wanted to beat his ass." You laughed,"Yanno I fight boys too, it's whatever."

"I remember that time you fought Chris for grabbing your ass."

"His disrespectful ass." You felt yourself getting angry just thinking about when the senior touched you and said multiple sexual comments.

"I wonder what he meant by it's not like that, though? 'Cause obviously it is." Felix shrugged and took the last bite of the subway sandwich you brought back for him.

"Girl, I don't even know. I'm done with him."

You knew that was most likely a lie, but you also knew that's what was for the best.

"Good,Y/N. If he can just drop you and get a new girl in a minute he doesn't deserve you."

"You right as hell. I'm gonna go to sleep, though."You agreed and then bid him goodnight.

Felix stood and stretched with a yawn as he told you goodnight and went into the bathroom to most likely shower.

It was probably around three in the morning when you heard loud banging on you door. It took you a few minutes to actually realize you'd have to get it, but you eventually made you way to the source of the sound. You silently cursed Felix for forcing you out of your bed since he was a heavy sleeper. You could slap the boy and he still wouldn't make a sound. With all honesty, you kind of expected to see Connor since he'd been cooped up in his apartment for the past month since the breakup. However, you were greeted with a sad and seeming to be drunk Māori boy.

"Hey, Y/N." he gave you a lopsided grin and you sighed in annoyance, tilting your head to the side and looking up at the ceiling.

"What?"

"Yanno, although it's directed towards me I still love that crazy attitude of yours? It's so sexy and-"

"Yeah, it's gonna be real sexy when you catch these hands."

That kept Calum from continuing his sentence as he was now staring at you with terrified eyes, slightly scared of how deathly serious you seemed to be.

"Why are you at my door at three in the morning?"

"I miss you." He paused."Like a lot."

"Bye, Calum."

"No, Y/N, please!" He begged after you had slammed the door in his face.

You were going to walk away, but Calum had began banging on your door once again and you definitely didn't want to get a noise complaint from your older next door neighbors. You sighed and opened it once more and he quickly bomb rushed you to enter your apartment. He was about to speak but you held up your hand and motioned towards the sleeping Felix. Even though he was a heavy sleeper, you didn't want to take any chances knowing that he would blow it out of proportion if he spotted him. You told Calum to follow you to your bedroom and closed the door behind him, crossing your arms and waiting for him to speak.

"Can you say what you need to say and get the hell out?"

"I miss you, Y/N, and I know this situation seems like I just did something really fucked up, but it's complicated."he sighed and took a seat on your plush bed.

"You threw me to the curb and think you can just come back and I'll forgive you? You know me better than that."

"I want to tell you why I'm with her, but I could go to jail and-"

"You owe her family money?" Your eyes widened and he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

"What? No."

"Oh my God, you did something stupid and have to pay for it or a gang’s gonna get you? What did you do?!" Your mind was going into overdrive with possibilities, remembering the multiple situations people went through when you were still your hometown.

"That's just crazy."

"Damn, she's pregnant isn't she?"

"Y/N, no? What are you talking about?" He laughed and you shook your head.

"Things were complicated back home, just...Can you seriously leave, please?" You sighed, tugging on the bonnet that was currently protecting your curls.

"I'm not."

You watched as Calum kicked his shoes off and fell back against your bed, sighing contently when your smell enveloped him. He quickly made himself comfortable on what used to be his side of the bed and closed his eyes as if he were going to fall asleep.

"Calum, if you don't get out of my bed, I swear to God."

"No, thanks."

"You're drunk as hell and you have a girlfriend. Get the hell out."

"I'm slightly tipsy and Nicole is the least of my concern."

"What the fuck, bruh." You tossed your head back on your shoulders in annoyance and Calum let out an amused chuckle.

"I’ve noticed you use a lot of profanity when you're angry."

"Shut up."

"Come lay with me, please." Calum summoned you to the bed with a couple of light pats."I just need to be next to you, I won't touch you. I just want to know you're there."

"Why won't you sleep in the bed with Nicole?"

"Because she isn't the girl that I have feelings for."

Just that one statement made the anger you felt disperse. At this point, you didn't have any clue how to feel as you climbed into your bed beside him. Here he is a month after leaving you for someone else, in your bed begging for you to lay beside him and confessing that he did in fact have feelings for you. The craziest part about it all is that he wasn’t even your boyfriend. Calum was technically not even an ex. You knew having a sugar daddy, especially a young one, would come with problems, but this isn't what you had in mind.

It was peacefully quiet as the two of you listened to the other's breathing, the body heat radiating between you two keeping you warm underneath the purple duvet. You were slightly nodding off when you felt Calum shuffle closer and wrap his arms around you securely.

"You said you wouldn't touch." You mumbled groggily, but still melted into him nonetheless.

"I can't help myself." Calum sighed as he nuzzled his face into your neck." I haven't been able to touch you in so long."

"This is wrong."

"It's not."

"You have a girlfriend, Calum. I bet she's not out cuddled up to another guy and telling him she has feelings for him."

"Can we just forget about her? Please?"

"No, because that's fucking disrespectful!" You argued and turned around to face him." What was the damn point of you getting a girlfriend if you were still going to come back to me? I know I'm more than enough for one man, so why am I not enough for you?"

Calum didn't know what to say to you. He knew he couldn't tell you about the contract no matter how bad he wanted to, but he also knew that you weren't just going to let it go. You had enough respect for yourself and other girls to not mess around with someone who was taken.

"You’re more than enough, princess, I promise. I'll tell you eventually, okay? For now can we just sleep together? Is that so wrong?"

"It is."

Once again the two of you fell into silence, tension thick in the air. Calum examined your face and felt his heart break as he noticed the betrayal and anger held in your chocolate brown orbs. He was tracing little heart shaped patterns onto your skin with his nimble fingers, occasionally giving your waist a little squeeze. Calum loved moments like these, even given the circumstance you were currently in. The moments where you'd just stare into each other's souls, examining each and every detail of the other's face as you clung to each other.

"If it's so wrong then why are you letting me stay?"he whispered and you shut your eyes as if you were in pain.

"Because I like you more than I should...because I stopped seeing you as just my sugar daddy a while ago."

After your bold confession, Calum decided that he couldn't hold back anymore. His soft lips soon met yours and you didn't even have the energy to fight him, the thought of his girlfriend leaving your mind the moment you kissed. He shifted to where you were on top of him and could squeeze your butt. He had to admit that he missed grabbing your ass way more than he should. You began to roughly grind your hips against his lower half, allowing your pent up frustrations to take control of you. You had been without him for far too long and it seemed as if you hadn't had a release in God knows how long. Soon enough you and Calum were both naked, grabbing at and kissing every inch of each other.

"Have you been with anybody else?" He questioned you, trailing kisses up and down the base of your throat.

You denied then asked him," Did you fuck her?"

"Wouldn't dream about it." His kisses soon fell to your collarbone, sucking a dark purple bruise on the area." No one is like you."

"You're damn right."

When you woke up the next morning and turned over to see him sleeping peacefully in your bed, his hair still all over his head, you knew that this wouldn't end well. You had a strong feeling that whatever you had going with Calum would only go downhill from here.

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