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Chapter 12: The Daughter

Part of the “Ilicit Limerence” series

Pairing: Javier Peña x F!Reader

Summary: Having met Lorraine, the reader is quite startled, will the Texas retreat turn out disastrous?

Warnings: swearing, angst, vomiting, pregnancy symptoms

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Javier cringed a bit noticing the shock in your eyes, one that you managed to play-off very gracefully. “Oh we-we’re not married”, you chuckled, shaking the husband’s hand next.

“Gotcha, alright. Well, let me go put the dessert in the freezer and we can catch up”, she chirped, carrying her freezer bag into the garage.

Chucho picked up on the change of atmosphere and ushered his son-in-law into the living room, giving the two of you some much-needed space. Javier took a deep breath.

“Did you know they were coming?”, you asked quietly, setting a timer for the oven.

He closed the kitchen door, turning around to face you. “Yes, but I didn’t want to stress you out.”

“Javi, you promised me no more surprises”, you chided, covering your face with your hands. “You need to tell me these kind of things! We just talked about this!”

“Querida, please. I wasn’t even sure if she’d still show and I didn’t want to cause you any unnecessary stress”, he reasoned.

“I’m aware, but even then, these are things you just tell me! I don’t care if she’s here or not, but I would’ve liked to know beforehand! It’s kind of awkward having to just suddenly stand in front of your ex-fiancée”, you explained, washing and drying your hands.

“I wanted to tell you but – but I just couldn’t figure out how, or when, it just never seemed like the right time.”

You took some steps towards him, threading your fingers with his. “I’m happy to know you tried, but next time, try to bring it up okay. I-I didn’t mean to go off as much as I did I’m just so fucking stressed.”

“But why, pop adores you! The hardest part is over with”, he tried to soothe you, squeezing your hand in his.

You scoffed a bit, shaking your head. “She’s so beautiful Javier, I can’t believe I’m saying this but I guess I’m jealous.”

He threw you a confused glance, stuttering a bit as he tried to fathom what you had just said. “You’re joking? Corazón, Lorraine and I are ancient history, there’s nothing there. I’m here with you, because I want you to meet my father. Lorraine’s just a family friend, nothing more, I promise you.”

“Shit Javi, sorry I-I didn’t mean to-“

“Hey, it’s okay, I understand”, he comforted you, wrapping his arms around you. “Take a deep breath okay, I love you.”

You grabbed a fistful of his shirt, hugging him a bit tighter. “I love you too, Javi. Thank you for bringing me here.”

He leaned into your touch, tilting your chin up to kiss you. It was a moment for him to convey just how much he adored you and just how sorry he was, lips moving against yours in an easy, soft rhythm. You pulled away with a muted sigh, looking into his eyes as you stepped back.

“You should check up on your dad, I’ll finish up in here”, you suggested, turning your attention back to the side dishes. “We can talk about it later.”

He gave a nod, more a formality than anything else and disappeared behind the wooden door. You drew in a deep breath, bracing yourself on the counter as you tried to comprehend everything that happened within that ten minute window.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to eavesdrop on y’all, but I didn’t want to barge in mid conversation”, her voice sounded from behind you.

You jumped a bit, not exactly expecting for your boyfriend’s ex to sneak up on you like that. “I-it’s okay really”, you reassured her, covering the corn in tin foil.

“I can tell he hasn’t changed much”, she started, “He never was much of a talker.”

“He talks to me, it’s just not always as easy for him as it is for us”, you retorted, packing the other bowls in the fridge. “It’s a matter of mutual respect and understanding.”

She rested her hip against the counter, crossing her arms in front of her. “Well, respect is earned.”

You mentally knocked yourself on the head, not wanting to deal with this or spend a whole weekend biting back catty and snarky replies. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean for that to-“

“How far along are you?”, she interrupted, nodding towards your stomach.

You reflexive hand on your bump, feeling a bit uneasy. “Excuse me, w-what?”

“Oh come on, you’re not fooling anyone with the oversized shirt, I have two sisters with kids”, she explained, coming closer.

“W-we really-“, you started once again.

“Oh was it unexpected?”, she questioned, making somewhat of a face.

You set the last dishes in the sink, intent on getting out of this conversation. “Javier asked me to help in there, so, I’ll see you at the table.”

It was a poor excuse, but one that worked nonetheless. You hurried your way out of there, re-joining the three men in the living room, taking a seat on the couch next to Javier. He rested his arm on the cushion behind you, encouraging you to sit closer. He noticed you’d gone somewhat pale but didn’t decide to pursue his train of thought, instead listening to the other two go on about some truck repairs.

Lorraine joined a few minutes later, smiling at the two of you before sitting down next to her husband. “So, how’s Columbia been?”, she asked, not specifically looking at either of you.

“Closing in on Escobar and the cartel, but the situation is stable as of right now. Had some close calls but we mostly manage to come out on top”, Javier answered, looking at you during the second part.

The three of them looked at you now, and you answered the question before any of them could ask it. “I work at the embassy as well, DEA, same division and office.”

“But you’re quitting, right?”, Lorraine pressed, pouring herself a glass of whiskey.

“Depends, but for now I have no intention of resigning.”

That seemed to set the husband off a bit, who leaned forward more, actively engaging in the ongoing conversation. “That’s kind of irresponsible, don’t you think? Exposing yourself and your child to all that corruption, drug use and violence.”

You noticed the way Javier’s jaw tightened, his fingers balled up into a fist. “We’re not just throwing her out there. There’s barely any field work to do now and she’s not putting herself at risk.”

You laid a hand on his thigh, hoping to calm him even just the tiniest bit. “I stick to mainly office jobs now, but if I do go out I have Javier and my other partner right alongside me.”

Chucho shot you a wink, assuring you that you were doing great. “She can handle herself just fine out there, pregnant or not. One of the best damn agents we have out there”, Javier continued, now wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

“Does the embassy know about you two then?” You both nodded. “Sounds like one heck of a complicated mess to me”, Lorraine chuckled.

“If anything, I think she’s keeping him sane down there”, Chucho intervened. “They can’t have much of an objection to that, she’s saving them heaps of therapy bills.”

You and Javier both softly laughed at that, lacing your fingers with one another. “It’s nice to have someone down there. If I didn’t have him to come home to every night I wouldn’t know how I’d survive down there”, you confessed.

The hearts in his eyes were nearly visible as he just plainly admired you. He drank in your praising words as he tried his best not to show just how flustered he was. Chucho knew his son better than that, grinning at the two of you as he raised his glass. “Bueno, bienvenida a la familia, mi hija.” (Well, welcome to the family my girl/daughter.)

You blushed a bit at Chucho’s words, staring down at your lap as you tried to keep yourself from grinning like an idiot. Javier pecked your cheek, muttering something about appetizers. You sat next to him at the table as well, right in front of Lorraine as Chucho seated himself at the head of the table. The atmosphere seemed to have finally turned around and there was some light-hearted conversation going on, with an occasional burst of laughter.

The rest of the evening went by just as smoothly, the only hiccup when you and Lorraine were alone in the kitchen, plating the turkey and getting the heated dishes out of the oven or off the stove.

“I’m sorry for being nasty earlier tonight, I just want the best for Javier”, she explained, shrugging off her oven mittens. “He’s a very complicated man, but it seems like you’ve got him figured out.”

“Thank you for apologizing, I’d hate for us to not get along”, you smiled, grabbing a hold of a kitchen towel. “And I’m sorry Javi was such a prick to you back in the day.”

She chuckled. “It’s all good, I’m very happy with my husband, we just haven’t been blessed with kids yet.”

“Well, when you least expect it, it might just happen”, you joked, softly stroking your own bump.

“I can tell he really cares about you, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little jealous.”

You both laughed at that. “How do you think I felt when I saw you walk in? Such a gorgeous Texan woman, tough competition.”

“Now, now, don’t be silly. You’re much more his type! Adventurous, sexy, witty, tough, independent.. you could teach me a lesson or two”, she replied, handing you a pair of mittens yourself.

“Whatever the case, I need some dinner first – I’m starving.”

The table was covered in little plates and bowls, the smell of turkey and gravy lingering in the dining room as you joined the others there. You sat down once again, practically drooling as you looked over the absolute feast in front of you. Chucho started off with a little speech, expressing how grateful he was to have you all there and how happy he was to have a new addition to the family. There wasn’t much talk during dinner, all of you eager to just dig in and have at it. Javier had an amused look on his face as he watched you go for a third serving of that creamy mash, giving you an extra big scoop as you pouted at him. By the end of your main course, your bump had nearly doubled in size, your oversized shirt more regular sized that intended. Javier was right there with you, leant back in his chair with his belt unbuckled.

Lorraine’s husband, David, was already up and carrying dishes into the kitchen and when you go up to do the same, you felt a gentle hand on your arm. Chucho was sweetly smiling at you. “Why don’t you sit down for a bit, you’ve been on your feet for way too long.”

Javier went to stand as well, grabbing a hold of both your plates until his father cleared his throat once more. “Go join your girl, we’ll take care of it.”

You really tried, but protests didn’t get you very far in this house. So you eventually ended up on the couch, curled up in Javier’s side, a soft quilt covering your legs. He slowly but surely started laying down more flat, subtly taking you with him, until eventually you both fell asleep on the couch. He had his arms wrapped around your back, his cheek resting against your head as your nose was nuzzled into the collar of his shirt.

Lorraine and David were headed out for a walk, leaving only Chucho. Upon finding the two of you, he grabbed a second quilt, snatching the camera off the dresser to snap a picture of the both of you. It all felt very surreal to him, his son coming back from Columbia a better version of himself, but as he saw the two of you laid there, a pure depiction of intimacy and care, he sure as hell believed it. His boy was in love and worse than he probably realised himself.

You woke up to the screen door falling shut, successfully jolting you awake. This sudden motion in turn caused Javier to wake up as well, immediately putting his hands on you. You quickly reassured him, giggling a little as he fixed your dishevelled hair. The sun was setting by now, an orange hue filtering in through the drawn curtains.

Dessert was filled with more small-talk, Javier eventually zoning out, not being the overly social type. You put a hand on his thigh under the table, sending an encouraging smile his way, reminding him that it was almost over. But when David suggested some more drinks on the couch, you could tell your boyfriend was getting annoyed. Deciding to be a good girlfriend, you stepped in.

As you went to stand you let out a purposely loud wince and hissed a breath. All eyes were on you, entirely according to plan. Even Javier thought you were serious, immediately holding out a hand to steady you.

“Querida?”, he asked.

“I’m okay Javi – just my back”, you lied, placing a hand there yourself.

Chucho put a hand on his son’s shoulder. “Hijo, debes cuidar a tu esposa.” (Son, you should go take care of your wife.)

“Oh no – I don’t want to cut things short”, you continued, bracing your other hand on the table.

Lorraine moved to stand on your other side, grabbing a hold of your arm. “Nonsense, let’s get you to bed. Javier can help you up and I’ll get you a heating pad”, she tutted, guiding you into his arms.

You apologized another couple of times before Chucho ushered you upstairs as well, insisting you needed some rest. Halfway up the stairs, hidden from view, Javier let go of you letting you walk the rest of the way by yourself. Once inside the room, with the door shut, he pulled you flush against him, capturing your lips with yours for a saccharine kiss.

“Thank you”, he muttered, stepping away from you as he heard some steps down the hall.

Lorraine knocked before entering, handing Javier the heating pad. “We’ll be downstairs if you need anything.”

As the door shut again, he threw it right at you, sighing as he rested his head against the door. “I made the right decision at that altar. She doesn’t shut up, does she?”

You threw the pad right back, shaking your head as he caught it. “Manners, Peña.”

The next morning you were hit with karma, hard karma. You were just in time, registering the familiar nausea and biting acidic feeling in the back of your throat and flailing the covers off of your body, rushing into the bathroom. You fell to your knees, so hard they’d be bruised, bracing yourself on the porcelain as you emptied out your guts. Your morning sickness was still around, but it wasn’t a daily reoccurrence anymore. But this very morning, it hit your hard, your back arching with the intensity of it all, legs shaking.

With the door wide open, Javier woke as well, hearing you wretch and hurl in the other room. He decided to give you some space, knowing you didn’t enjoy him seeing you like that. But when after ten minutes, it still wasn’t over and you were still heaving every thirty seconds, he decided the head downstairs.

He was greeted by his father, who sat at the kitchen table in a flannel, reading a newspaper. “Hoy te has levantado pronto. Something wrong?” (Well, you’re up early.)

“You have any mint tea or something?”, he asked, frantically flipping through the cabinets, “Usually helps her out.”

“Throwing up?”, Chucho questioned, folding his paper in half. “Go take care of her, I’ll bring something up.”

Javier just nodded, quickly grabbing a glass from the cupboard before sprinting up the steps again. He found you completely out of breath, head leaned on your forearms as your chest heaved up and down. He knelt down beside you, gently helping you into his arms, letting you lean back against him.

“Take a deep breath, I’m right here, corazón”, he shushed, wiping your forehead and mouth with the little hand towel.

You pushed his arms aside, sitting back up as you felt another wave of nausea hit you. He closed his eyes, annoyed there wasn’t more for him to do or help you. He fished a hair tie out of your make-up bag, tying your hair back before stroking up and down your back. It hadn’t been this bad since that day of the raid and he bit his lip as he tried to keep his worries to a minimum.

There was a knock at the door and Javier left your side only to see his father standing there, with a tray of stuff. “Have her drink those and eat that, she should be okay then.”

Without any more words he handed the tray over to his son, patting his shoulder before taking his leave again. Once back in the bathroom he noticed you were sat back against the wall, wiping your mouth down with the towel once again. He handed you one of the glasses and you tipped it back, scrunching up your nose at the sour taste. Javier encouraged you to keep going, handing you to second glass before also handing you the stack of saltines.

Once you managed to get all of that down, you took a deep breath, resting your cheek against the cold tiles on the wall. “This baby better be the cutest one ever.”

“How’re you feeling?”, he asked, kneeling down in front of you.

“I don’t know what was in those horrendous drinks, but it sure did something”, you chuckled, letting him pull you to your feet. Once up you reached for your toothbrush, eager to get the weird mixture of flavours out of your mouth.

He wrapped his arms around you again, sighing into your hair. “You’re shaking, querida. Get back in bed.”

“I’m fine Javi, just let me put on some clothes and we can get some breakfast”, you explained, turning around to face him.

He carefully knocked his forehead against yours. “Okay.. but if you so much as feel dizzy you’re laying the fuck down.”

There was something sweet about how protective Javier got at that times. It had started even before the two of you got in a bed together, within the first weeks of you working with the two of them. Whether it was giving you the newest and best vest or going into raids in front of you, he always made sure he had you covered. It didn’t stop there, that side of Javier started to come up more and more, whether it was defending you from patronizing glances and comments at the office or sex-crazed sicarios at the bar, he was always there. And now, as you were walking down the staircase of his childhood home, nearly three months pregnant, he was there as well. His broad palm engulfed yours as he guided you down the steps, telling you to watch out for the carpet on the last four of them.

Chucho was stood in the kitchen, bent over the stove stirring in a pan. He gave you a smile and a wink as you took a seat at the kitchen table, Javier disappearing into the garage.

“Feeling better?”, he asked with an amused tone.

You crossed your legs, skimming over the headlines on the front page of the newspaper. “Loads. How’d you know what to do?”

He set a plate of breakfast down in front of you and himself, sitting next to you. “My wife.. she had really bad morning sickness when she was pregnant with Javier. Doctor gave us a whole list of home remedies to try. It’s the sour foods you need.”

You listened intently, surprised by his knowledge and experience with pregnancy as a whole. “It worked like a charm, tasted putrid but did the job.”

“Remind me to write it down for you, got something to counter the swelling as well”, he told you, swinging his fork as he spoke.

Before you could thank him Javier walked back in with a bottle of milk. Filling a plate for himself before taking a seat across from you, next to his father. “Fence looks pretty banged up, had a storm recently?”, he asked, shoving a forkful of bacon and eggs in his mouth.

“Earlier this week, meant to fix it before you came but didn’t have time.”

“Oh”, you chimed in, “we could give you a hand, I mean we’re here anyways, might as well help out.”

Chucho put a hand over yours. “Hija, you helped enough with dinner yesterday, take the day off.”

Javier cut you off before you could even so much as begin to protest, talking to his dad himself. “She’s right pop, we’ve fixed it before, no reason we can’t do it again. Weather’s nice enough today.”

It was uncharacteristically warm today, the beaming sun making it feel like a nice late summer day. You were sat up against a tree, comfortably watching from a distance as the two men worked on some replacements for the fence. Being the stubborn woman that you are, you’d insisted that you could at least do something, so Chucho shut you up by giving you some of his work shirts. They all needed some repairs, just simple patchwork and some sewing, nothing you couldn’t handle.

They worked on the fence all day, so you offered to make some dinner, using some of the Thanksgiving leftovers. By the time you were done cooking and heating everything up it was about six and the two men still weren’t back. So you went out again, making your way over to the edge of the fence, by the water. You were greeted by your boyfriend, aviators perched on his nose. His shirt had some sweat stains by now, strands of his dark hair plastered against his glimmering forehead.

“Dinner’s ready, you two can finish up tomorrow”, you suggested, leaning up against the good part of the fence. “I set the outside table, so the floors won’t get too dirty.”

To say Chucho was happy to have you here would’ve been an understatement. It hadn’t even been forty-eight hours, but the man was no fool. It was almost magical, the way you could just conjure up a day filled with smiles and joyful banter, it had been too long since that was the case. He’d been somewhat anxious to hear his son had put himself out there again, fearing another Lorraine might be the case, but seeing the way you took care of one another, the old man recognized a fairy-tale when he saw one.

The next day you managed to sleep in, being woken up by the dipping of the mattress. When you opened your eyes you were met with a sweaty Javier and a tray of food. He muttered something about eating lunch in bed before heading for the shower. You just laid back, slowly waking up more as he rinsed the sweat and dirt off of his golden skin, remerging in a flannel and some boxers.

“Why didn’t you wake me up”, you asked, sitting up against the headboard before glancing over the tray.

He sat down next to you, moving the tray as he did. “You needed the rest and we needed to finish the work on the fence. Didn’t think you’d sleep in past lunch though.”

“Javier Peña are you insinuating that I’m lazy?”, you giggled, grabbing the sandwich off the plate.

“I’m insinuating that you’re working too much”, he started, pushing you back into the pillows, “and that you need to take it easy.”

He grabbed a sandwich himself, laying back next to you, wrapping one of his arms around you. “How’s your dad?”

“Pop’s fine, out for the rest of the day”, he sighed, “Which means that I have all day to spend with you. Wherever and however we want.”

You playfully rolled your eyes, nudging his leg with your foot. “We have time for that tomorrow, when we’re home. Let’s soak up some more of the town before we leave instead.”

The two finished lunch together, got dressed and headed out. It was another warm afternoon, a pleasant breeze hitting the apples of your cheeks as the two of you strolled along the local shops. You looked so much like a couple in that instant, his arm slung across your shoulders, fingers fumbling with the strap of your purse. The two of you were talking and laughing about something work-related, his adorable dimple on full display as he smiled at you. He noticed you squinting, eyes struggling to stay open against the sun, so he grabbed the aviators out of his breast-pocket, gently placing them on the bridge of your nose, along with a kiss.

You were blushing like a teenager. Cheeks rosy with adoration and giddiness as you enjoyed the quality time with your boyfriend. The two of you would spend Christmas down in Bogotá, so you figured some early Christmas shopping was in order. Connie and you had a tradition of giving each other the essentials, good wine, some nice candles and soap and something blingy. Hence why you were stood in front of a jeweller, gazing in the window. Javier stood behind you, looking over your left shoulder with both hands resting on your hips.

“See something you like?”, he asked, lips ghosting over your ear.

You bit your lip, looking over the shiny bracelets and necklaces. “Do you think she’d like one of those engraved name bracelets for Liv?”

“What? I thought you were picking something out for yourself”, he chuckled in confusion.

You spun around, bracing your hands on his chest. “And what exactly would I need?”

“A ring maybe? I-I don’t really know what your taste in jewellery is”, he stuttered, scratching the back of his head.

“Why would I want a ring, I barely wear any – oh OH”, you replied, suddenly realizing what he was getting at. “I – what?”

He immediately started shifting, his confidence seemingly leaving his body. “You know, if we’re gonna raise a kid together and be together, might as well tie the knot. It’ll save us a lot of questions and weird looks.”

Your mouth hung open, eyes staring straight at him through the tinted glasses. “That is just the worst way of doing this. But I really like the gemstone rings”, the last part was more of a whisper, your hand on the doorhandle as you walked into the shop.

He smirked to himself, shaking his head as he followed you. “So not big on diamonds, huh?”

“Putting down thousands of dollars for some broken glass? Now, I thought you knew me better than that, Peña”, you teased, peering over at the displays.

Some sales assistant soon greeted the two of you, flashing you a bright, teeth-baring grin. “Good afternoon, can I help you?”

“Hi, yes”, you replied, smiling as well, “I’m looking for a bracelet to engrave, something cute and simple, adjustable as well.”

And with that the two of you were off, leaving Javier to look at all the shiny displays and windows surrounding him. You never ceased to amaze him, mocking him for his impromptu “proposal”. He chuckled into his hand as he looked over the rings. The two of you would get your little moment, he was sure of it, but some grand, big gesture wasn’t exactly in the cards, though he supposed a nice ring would mean a lot on its own. He spotted a thing band with three stones, a bigger one surrounded by two smaller ones. The middle stone had somewhat of a darker, deep purple/pink to it, a colour he found himself deeply attracted to. It had character yet subtlety, refinement yet something robust. It stood out but not because of the size or design, it stood out because it embodied you.

A second sales assistant was helping him now and he discreetly pointed over at you, asking the employee if they could estimate your ring size from here. There was a bit of laughter, but ultimately Javier walked out with a tiny box, lucky enough to have a suitable size in stock. You’d slipped the employee your actual size while Javi thought he was being slick.

The rest of the afternoon you were on the lookout for something for Steve and Javi. But soon you decided to stop at a little café, needing to be of your aching feet for a while. You sat in a booth alongside Javier, thigh to thigh with his arms around your waist. You shared a slice of cake with him, talking about a shop you’d seen in passing. A few shopping bags sat among you, mainly presents and necessities, seeing how the market for maternity clothing and necessities wasn’t as varied as the one here in Laredo.

By the time the two of you got back to the ranch it was already dark. You walked in through the backdoor, Javier’s jacket wrapped around you as it cooled off a lot more outside. Chucho was sat at the kitchen table, oiling up some of his tools.

“Have a nice day?”, he asked with a half-sided smile.

You plopped down in the seat across from him, letting out a deep breath. “I never knew Laredo was so fun.”

“Well, feel free to visit more often, especially if you need help with that little one”, the old man pointed out, gesturing to your bump.

“Trust me, I’ll drag Javi here myself if need be”, you whispered, raising your eyebrows in the direction of your boyfriend. “Let me write down the address for you as well, just in case.”

Later that night, when Javier was already fast asleep you snuck back downstairs. You were still hungry, the whole “eating for two” thing clearly no understatement. When you were in the living room you noticed the light in the kitchen was still on. You carefully approached the door, relaxing when you saw it was just Javier’s father.

“Sorry, I don’t mean to interrupt”, you softly spoke, bracing your hands on the doorframe.

He shut the tiny television off, beckoning for you to have a seat. “You’re not, hija. Why are you still up?”

You swiped a strand of hair behind your ear, stopping a yawn from slipping out. “Was feeling hungry, baby is like a bottomless pit.”

The two of you quietly laughed at that, Chucho gesturing towards the fridge. “By all means.. Unless you want me to make you something?”

“Oh no, no, you’ve done so much already, Sir, some bread will do”, you assured him, grabbing the bread from the cupboard.

“Call me Pop, sweetheart, we’re a family now”, he reminded you, getting up to get you some cheese and ham. “You need the fats, they’ll keep the cravings away for a while.”

You gratefully took his advice, shoving a first bite into your mouth. “I’m sorry Javier’s been so distant, he gets caught up in his own head down there.”

“I’m glad he came, it’s been years”, he put a hand on your cheek, making you look right at him. “Thank you for giving me back my boy.”

Whatever you expected it wasn’t that. You put the sandwich on the counter, wrapping your arms around the man, trying to keep yourself from crying. “Thank you for giving me a family.”

Leaving that Sunday morning was harder than you’d expected. Chucho couldn’t resist as he stocked your bag up with some home goodies, stressing once again that you should call more often. There were no tears, only genuine smiles and warm hugs as he dropped you off at the airport. The flight back was easy and nice, giving the two of you the opportunity to rest some more. Your drive back to the apartment was prolonged by the afternoon traffic, successfully annoying your partner.

“Do you want to come tomorrow night?”, you asked, trying to distract him from the person cutting him off.

“What’s tomorrow?”, the hand on your thigh moved to the stick, putting it in neutral as the car stopped yet again.

“I have my twelve week check-up, for the baby”, you clarified, sprawling a hand over your lower gut.

He grabbed a hold of your hand, gently pressing his lips to your knuckles. “Of course, querida, I’d love to go.”

You’d noticed his eagerness as soon as you set foot off that airplane, his hands seemingly both everywhere and nowhere at once. Sure the two of you weren’t teenagers anymore, but four days without any actions was even starting to get to you. His hand on your knee was enough to send that familiar electricity coursing through your veins. He was right there with you, the shirt you were wearing oversized to a point where the neckline slid down just enough to show off the top of your breasts. It wasn’t like he hadn’t tried back in Texas, it was that you’d slapped his wrist away as soon as he did so.

He cursed the Columbian traffic, fingers tapping on the steering wheel as he tried to control the aching need to lose himself within you. Even just the sight of you, comfortably resting your head against the window was enticing. Once of the main road, it went a bit faster, his foot pressing down on the pedal a bit harder on the last street. He parked the car in one motion, not bothering to check if he was in between the lines. You got out of the passenger side, walking back to the trunk to get your bags, but Javier grabbed your hand before you could. The look in his eyes told you everything you needed to know: get to the apartment now.

The door closed as he pushed you up against it, pressing needy open-mouthed kisses to the crook of your neck while his hands worked on the buttons of his shirt. You briefly pushed him off, ripping your own shirt off before unclasping your bra behind your back. He let out a low groan at the sight of it, letting his own shirt drop to the floor as he surged forwards, capturing your lips in a heated kiss. His hands found themselves on your breasts, squeezing the tender flesh as he pressed his groin into your hip.

“I fucking need you, baby”, he growled, literally sweeping you off your feet.

You let out a squeal, immediately wrapping your arms around his neck. “You seriously need to stop doing that! There’s a reason your back always hurts!”

“And I’m sure you’ll take care of it later”, he chuckled, setting you down in front of the bed.

He pushed you onto the mattress, immediately following suit, kissing up every inch of your body, paying special attention to your bump. “Oh don’t tease now”, you whined, sitting up to drag his face over to yours. “Fuck me, Javi.”

“Don’t you blow your back out now.”

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cappsikle · 4 years

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just a bunch of fools (in love) // george weasley

Request: omg !!! could you please do a continuation for “just a bunch of fools” where george asks reader to marry him 🥺🥺🥺 <3

read the first part here!

Pairing: george weasley x reader

Summary: the world seems so dark and heavy, but george doesn’t want to do this with anyone but you

Warnings: nope!

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: I’m soooo sorry that this took so long! I had major writer’s block I just hope you like it!

(I’m just gonna say it now, the ending is trash because I just wanted to get it out for you, I’m so sorry >_<)

Reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Everyone at the Burrow was tense, all still dealing with the aftermath of the attack at the wedding. That was also the night Harry, Ron and Hermione left, along with Bill and Fluer who created a safe house for themselves and members of the Order. So, in the end, it was only you, the twins, ginny, Molly and Arthur who remained at the Burrow until it was time to move to a safer location. No one really spoke to each other, not being able to find the words. What exactly can you say that will make the situation better? The minister of magic was dead, and the ministry had been taken over. You were struggling to grasp anything that resembled hope, it managing to just slip through your fingers.

Your heart was heavy, dread settling into the pit of your stomach as you sat on the couch in front of the fire. Everyone else had retired to bed, but you just couldn’t sleep, so instead you left George in his bed to sit down and think. Though in hindsight, thinking probably wasn’t the best thing you could do, as you did tend to overthink. What was going to happen next? Where would you go? Are Harry and the others ok? The deeper you went into your thoughts, the more unaware you became of your surroundings, which resulted in you practically jumping out of your skin when you felt a pair of hands over your shoulders.

“shit!” you jumped up from the couch, a hand over your chest as you tried to tame your rapidly racing heart, “George, you scared me!”

“Sorry, love. Didn’t mean to,” you nodded slowly and sat back down, George following and sitting next to you, “what are you doing up so late anyway?”

You shrugged your shoulders, bringing your knees up to your chest and placing your chin in the little divot between them. “just couldn't sleep, yakow... with everything going on.” George nodded his head in understanding, pursing his lips as he got lost in thought. He could see the toll the war had taken on you, effecting your ability to eat and sleep normally. He just wished he knew what to do or say that could make you feel better, but George too was struggling to see the light at the end of this very long and very dark tunnel.

“Would you like something to drink? A cup of tea, maybe?”

You smile sweetly at him and nodded gently, “that would be nice, thank you.” you leaned up and gently placed a kiss to his lips as he rose from his seat, making his way to the kitchen.

Putting the kettle to boil, George looked at you from his place at the kitchen, just taking the time to admire you and your features. From the way your hair fell into your eyes, soft from the light of the fire and the evident tiredness to the little dimple only present on your right cheek even from the smallest of movements from your tempting lips. If there was one thing George knew for sure, it was that in a time where the world was batshit crazy, you were the one that gave him hope for a better future, a future together. That's when he got the idea.

As if electrocuted from a spark, George raced off upstairs towards his room, although he was very careful not to make any noise that would wake his sleeping family. Practically overflowing with nerves and excitement, George ever-so-carefully pushed his door open, squeezing in and tiptoeing to avoid waking up Fred. He walked over to his bedside table and grabbed the little velvet box sitting in the drawer, turning it over in his hands. Was he really about to do this? Was he sure that this is something you’d want, to get engaged right in the middle of a war?

“So, you’re finally going to do it?” George swore his heart literally jumped out of his chest at the sound of his twin’s tired and barely-awake voice, fumbling with the box as it almost fell out of his grasp. He turned around to face Fred sitting up on the bed, a tired and lazy smirk on his lips.

“Christ, mate! Warn a guy next time, will you?” Fred chuckled at his brother’s frightened state before his eyes trailed down towards what was in George’s hands.

“I said, are you finally going to do it?” George looked down as well, his lips twitching to a small smile at the sight.

“Yeah, I think I am,”

“Are you sure now of all times is the best idea?”

George looked up at his twin, his other half, as he mulled over his words whilst getting up to sit on the edge of the bed next to him. “Look, mate, I’m not sure what’s going to happen over the next few months, but I can’t bear the thought of going through this without the promise that we’ll be together. I love her, more than anything,” Fred looked at his brother, the one person he could count on no matter what, and the solemn look that took over his face. No matter what, he would support his brother’s decision and stand by him with anything, he only wanted to see his brother happy, and he knew that you were the person to make it happy.

Fred nudged George’s shoulder with his elbow, bringing him out of his thoughts. “Look, whatever you do, I support you, and everyone else will too”

George’s face lifted up a bit, grateful for his brother’s words. “I just hope I don’t get rejected,” he said in a joking manner, but there was a hint of seriousness in his voice. What if you do rejected him? Surely you wouldn’t, he hoped.

“I can say with a hundred percent certainty that you will not. You lot are perfect for each other.”

“Thanks, mate.” George smiled up his twin, feeling the energy return with a newfound excitement from his twin’s encouraging words.

“Don’t mention it. Now hurry up and go down there, you left the poor thing hangin’”

George jumped up from the bed, rushing to get downstairs back to you with the box held tightly in his hand. You smiled when you saw George’s lanky figure come back down the steps, dressed in his plaid pajama pants and a plain t-shirt. Noticing George practically bouncing on the spot, you get up from your position on the couch and walk over to him, curious. “What’s got you jumping about the place? You’re basically vibrating,” you chuckled up at him, but your smile fell as you noticed nerves pinching his face, “y’lright, love?”

Just when George thought he couldn’t possibly fall any more in love with you, he was proven wrong upon seeing your concerned face for something as miniscule as feeling nervous. “Y-yeah, ‘m alright,” George looked down at his feet sheepishly, thankful you hadn’t noticed that he was very visibly hiding something behind his back. “Why don’t you come outside with me?”

“Outside? What for?” George raised his head as a sly smirk snaked its way across his lips.

“C’mon, I’ll make it worth your while.” with that, George grabbed your hand and took you through the back door, the light from the inside spilling out to the chilly air.

“George, what’s going on?” you ask curiously, a tint of worry in your voice. You cross your arms over your chest in a futile attempt at warding off the breeze, goosebumps rising on your exposed skin. The cold seemed to have melted away, however, when George grabbed one of your hands from your chest and sunk himself down onto one knee, his other hand still behind his back.

He knew in the grand scheme of things, now was probably a rubbish time to do something like this, but he wanted to have that security that you’d still be his after everything is over. You were confused, what was he doing? He couldn’t be doing... that... right?

“(Y/N) …” George started, already feeling his start emotions catch up to him. “You are... the best thing that could ever have happened to me. I never thought that in a million years I could have found someone to be like you. Someone so kind, so passionate and so loving, someone willing to do anything and everything to protect those you love without a second thought...”

George stopped his little speech to gather his thoughts and keep himself from crying. All the while you’re standing there in complete shock. How long had he been planning to do this? You knew what you wanted to say, heck you probably would’ve even said it two years ago. You knew George was who you wanted to spend the rest of your life with, and you would be lying if you hadn’t had dreamt this exact scenario multiple times.

“I remember when we first met at Kings Cross in our third year, where I ran into you and knocked you off of your feet and said some stupid pick-up-line as a failed attempt of an apology... and the rest is history. I know now isn’t the most ideal time to be doing something like this, being in the middle of a war and all, but maybe it’s because of it that now is a perfect time...” George trailed off with a chuckle, gripping your hand tighter.

Your hand shook in his as he brought the small box out from behind his back, opening it up to reveal a simple gold band with a small diamond in the middle, but you barely spared it a glance. You were entranced by George’s eyes, filled with so much love and emotion. You couldn’t believe this was happening right now. George was actually asking you to marry him. With tears in his eyes and his voice caught in his throat, he asked the final question.

“Will you, my best friend, my soulmate, do me the absolute honor of marrying me?”

You nodded your head excessively, tears shamelessly spilling from your eyes and trailing down your cheeks. You could barely speak, your words stuck in your throat as you choked up. So instead you flung your arms around his neck, bringing your lips close to his ear and spoke the next words with as much love adoration as you could.

“Yes.”

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yikes so that ending was very trash but it’s ok because our baby isn’t. Anyways I hope you guys enjoyed that!! Once I got passed the writers block it was enjoyable to write!

As always my requests are open so please don’t be shy!

Reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated!!

- Mills <3

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official-weasley · 3 years

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Meant to Be (Charlie Weasley x OC)

What happens when Bill brings home a girl and Charlie is completely awestruck by her?

WARNINGS: curse words, minor mentions of alcohol

Chapter 15

Charlie

I woke up abruptly the next morning after hearing something break in the kitchen. The headache was drumming against my skull and as I rubbed my eyes the events of last night all came back. I couldn't stop a smile painting my face.

I haven't felt this happy in a long time. I also haven't felt so tired in ages. I went to grab the alarm clock on my nightstand. We slept for 2 hours. Let's just say that we were too busy breaking Rhylee's orgasm record over and over again.

“Shit.” I put the clock back as I heard her voice.

There were still clothes all over the floor and it took me a minute to find some boxers.

“Rhy?” I rushed to the kitchen to see what she was doing.

I leaned on the doorway of my bedroom and yawned. The kitchen was empty. Where was she? Just as I yawned again she stormed past me out of the bathroom. She didn’t even glance at me, her cheeks soaked with tears.

This isn’t going to end well, is it?

“Rhy?” I said her name again and when I didn’t get a response, her only trying to wipe her cheeks, I decided to put a stop to this.

I walked over to her slowly, careful not to startle her as it looked like she wasn’t really present. I extended my arm to reach hers.

“Don’t…” She jumped away, finally acknowledging my being there. “Please, don’t touch me.” She sniffed and started wiping her tears away again.

She was wearing her dress over her waist, her breasts bare naked.

She was a complete mess.

She rubbed her nose with the back of her hand and started stumbling around the apartment again, desperately trying to find something.

I was observing her for a minute, trying to figure her out but couldn’t. I couldn’t bear to look at her being so miserable.

“Can you stop for a minute?”

“No, no I can’t, Charlie!” She stopped anyway and finally looked at me.

I wish she hadn’t.

I knew that look. That’s how I looked at Bill the morning he woke me up when we slept together at the Burrow. The guilt. The realization of what happened and just how wrong it was. It broke something in me, her looking at me like that.

I knew this was going to happen. I knew it was a bad idea but I just couldn’t stop. I couldn’t resist kissing her. I know we were drunk but we weren’t that drunk that we weren’t aware of what we were doing.

I remember everything. Every second, every kiss, every touch, every moan. And I know she does too. That’s why she is panicking so much right now. She has absolutely no idea what to do about the situation or with the feeling inside her chest. I know it’s tearing her apart and I feel bad that I don’t feel guilty.

If I knew she was happy with Nick, I would. Heck, I probably wouldn’t even make a move yesterday. I would let her go when she tried to leave. But I know she wasn’t happy. Everything she did, told me she wasn’t and I couldn’t understand why was she still with him.

We could be together. I know we are made for each other. It was definitely perfect last night and I am not talking just about sex. That was a bonus. It was so much more. The feeling of belonging. Us laughing like idiots in the shower. The looks we gave each other. How she fell asleep in my arms, moving more and more into me as if I wasn’t close enough.

We didn’t talk much, but we didn’t have to. We said enough with just being together. We understood each other on a level that I never thought possible and no words could ever explain it better than our actions.

Was it wrong if I felt hopeful? Was it wrong that I didn’t feel bad at all and if I could I would repeat last night without thinking twice about it? I probably was. Perhaps I was a bad person for thinking like this, but I couldn’t help it. If I thought I was in love with her before then I don’t even know how to describe my feelings now.

I took a deep breath. I know what was about to happen. Her gazing in my eyes like that didn’t mean anything good. She was in the position I was at that Christmas morning. She was the one who didn’t know what to do.

She was standing still, looking at me with an empty expression. I know she was having a battle in her head. I slowly moved toward her. She said she doesn’t want me to touch her. I want to respect that but her hair was a mess and I couldn’t resist brushing a lock of it off her face. She trembled under my touch, closing her eyes.

It pained me that she tormented herself like this. I know she didn’t mind my presence. I know she wanted more of these moments. She wanted so much more but she didn’t allow herself to feel what she so desperately wanted to. I was standing right there, ready to be hers, to be completely devoted to her and it broke my heart knowing she won’t allow herself to feel the happiness that would bring her.

“I can’t.” She shook her head and stepped backward. “I can’t.” The tears running down her face ran over the traces the tears left before. “I can’t. I can’t. I can’t.”

She buried her fingers into her hair and for a second I thought she will start pulling on it. She was completely losing it.

I wrapped my hands around her and held her tight as she moved around, trying desperately to get out of my grip.

“Let…me…go…Charlie.” She said through her sobs. She will have to try harder for me to just let her go and ignore the pain she was feeling right now. She started slamming her fists against my chest. “Let me go. This is so unfair!” She finally gave up and dug her head into my shoulder.

I don’t think I ever heard someone cry so loudly. I thought she was going to hyperventilate and I didn’t know what to do. How am I supposed to help her? I know that nothing anybody said to me the last time could make me feel better. Could make the guilt go away. I didn’t want her to end up like me. Beating herself over and over about it for 2 years.

“Rhy, please talk to me.” I whispered and kissed her forehead.

I wasn’t thinking anymore. I just did it. She whimpered at my touch, pressing harder against me.

“I…” She said into my shoulder.

“Yes?” I encouraged her.

“I…” I gently pushed her away and lifted her chin with my right hand. “I can’t find my bra.” She said with the most innocent voice and the saddest eyes I have ever seen.

I had to bite my cheeks not to chuckle. She was so cute. She was looking for her bra and here I was, thinking she lost it for not putting her dress on.

“Okay.” I said slowly and locked my fingers with hers. I accompanied her to the couch and gently pushed her shoulders down to make her sit. I leaned to her so that our eyes locked. “How about I go find your bra and you wait here?”

“Thank you.” She rubbed her nose.

I hurried to the bedroom, scanning the floor for her bra. Where did I take it off yesterday? Not by the closet, or the nightstand. It wasn’t on the bed or anywhere around the big pile of clothes she threw out of my drawer yesterday. I finally spotted it by the wall and picked it up.

“Here you go.” I sat down next to her and handed her the bra.

“Thank you.” She tried smiling but it seemed she didn’t have the strength to pull it of.

She put on her bra and put her dress back on.

“Want me to zip it for you?” I offered and she shook her head, staring at absolutely nothing in front of her.

We sat in silence for solid five minutes. I didn’t know what to do. She didn’t look like she wanted to leave. She was nervous, I could tell and I know she was going about something in her head. I just wish she would talk to me. I know we could work this out together.

“I’m sorry for what happened last night.” I swallowed hard.

I had to say something. I had to break the silence. I didn’t want to say what came out of my mouth and we both knew it wasn’t true. There wasn’t a moment of last night for which I was sorry about.

“I can’t believe you’re apologizing to me.” She pressed her hand against her chest. “I don’t know what you remember,” she paused to collect herself, “but I remember everything.” She whispered the last word and bit her lip.

“So do I.” Suddenly my voice lost all its volume and my heart started beating like crazy.

We were in that zone again. The place of so many unspoken things we wanted to share with each other but just didn’t find the courage to say them.

“I kissed you, Charlie. You have nothing to feel guilty about.” She was still looking away.

It seemed she was thinking of what to say next.

“Look…” I sighed.

I know I’ll regret what is about to come out of my mouth. I wanted to tell her that she has nothing to feel guilty about. I wanted to say that she should leave Nick and be with me.

Heck, I’ll tell him for her!

“Nobody knows you were here last night. We don’t have to tell anyone.”

But I couldn’t. I said this stupid thing instead.

I know how much I hurt Bill when we slept together and he was my brother. This guy, prick or not, loved her in his own way and I can’t bring myself to put myself first. I can’t put my happiness first. It’s her decision. She’s the only one who knows what she wants to do with what happened between us.

“We can keep it a secret.”

“I can’t do that, Charlie.” She bowed her head, pressing her lips tightly together. “I have to tell Nick.” She wiped off another tear. “It’s only fair to him. I can’t lie to him about something this,” she inhaled sharply and locked her eyes with mine, “big.” She finished the sentence with a breath.

“I have to go.” She suddenly stood up as if coming up with a plan and walked to the door, her dress still unzipped.

“Rhylee, wait!” I got up and tried stopping her.

Before I could reach her she was already out the door, slamming it behind her.

I didn’t know what to do. I know she needed to be alone. It was better if she told him. It’s what I should’ve done the second Bill woke me up at the Burrow. It pained me to know what she is going through. The scenarios of what he will say to her rolling through her head. I wish I could do it with her.

The part that terrified me was that I had no idea what will happen. Will they break up? Fuck, I feel terrible for thinking that. But how I wish it would happen. I closed my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose. I can’t think about it. She’ll have to tell me sooner or later anyway and I am done feeling guilty for what I want.

I love her.

I want to be with her.

There I said it.

I know she’s in a relationship but this is how I feel. Does it make me a bad person? I don’t care. I feel it in my heart that we should be together. That we belong together and I am not going to push that feeling aside and I will definitely not ignore it. Not anymore.

I put on some clothes and decided to go to the tavern for breakfast for a change. Truth be told, I was dying to know what happened between Theo and Gerta, and knowing my friends, they were already up and chatty.

Walking there I promised myself to not say anything about me and Rhylee. I was confident that they didn’t see us leaving the party together and even though Rhylee decided to tell Nick, I am keeping my end of the bargain and staying quiet. She already feels embarrassed enough about kissing me and letting last night happen and I don’t want to do anything to make that worse for her.

“A mate can’t lose you in a crowd if he wanted to.” I chuckled and sat down next to my friends.

They were the loudest in the whole place, laughing at something.

“Are you calling us loud, Weasley?” John smirked.

“I could hear you from a mile away.” I teased.

“What can I get you, dear?” A waitress stopped at our table.

“Just some coffee, thank you.” I smiled and she walked away.

“We could say the same for you, lover boy.” Peter winked at me.

“What?” I was generally confused by his words.

“Oh, Charlie. Charlie, yeah that’s the spot. Fuck yeah, Char-lie.” John imitated moaning and I thought my eyes will fall out of their sockets.

How in the bloody hell did they know I had sex last night?

“Left you speechless there, Weasley?” Andrew started laughing.

“I am genuinely lost for words.” I said honestly.

What does one reply to something like that?

“How about you tell us who you were with last night?” Evan leaned on his arms.

“Who was the lucky girl that screamed your name so much?” Peter followed his lead.

So they didn’t know I was with Rhylee? At least it didn’t look like they knew. If they did, they would ask way more questions.

“First of all, I would like to know, how the fuck do you know? Did you fall asleep on my front porch?” I am not telling them anything before I find out how much they know.

“Peter and I were one of the last to leave last night and since everything has quietened down and you and your lady friend weren’t exactly trying to keep it down it was pretty hard to miss, walking past your hut.” Evan pursed his lips, preventing a smile from spreading across his face.

“Alright, you got me.” I sighed and lifted my hands in defeat. “You know I was in the library a lot these past few weeks.” They all nodded, waiting eagerly for me to continue. “I met this girl there a few times and we flirted a little. I saw her at the party last night and well,” I took a sip of my coffee, “you heard the rest.”

I don’t think I was ever so proud of myself for lying. I did meet a girl in the library and we did flirt but that was it. I had no idea she would be such a perfect alibi!

“Lucky girl!” John waggled his eyebrows.

“Damn, I was hoping you would say it was Rhylee.” Theo screwed his face.

I stiffened. If they only knew.

“Nah. We danced to a couple of songs and then I took her home. She was really drunk.” That was my plan initially but boy did my night take a turn.

“So are you seeing this girl again?” Evan asked.

It was unbelievable how they bought my lie.

“Does he ever see a girl he sleeps with again?” Theo rolled his eyes at Evan and I laughed.

“While we’re on the topic…” I turned to Theo. “What happened with you last night?”

“What do you think happened!” Theo grinned. “Gerta and I made sweet, sweet love!” We all burst out laughing.

“You two moving in together or what?” Andrew teased.

“Have you gone completely mad?” Theo frowned at him. “Does Gerta seem like a type of woman that can be approached while being sober?”

“Oh, come on, Theo.” I started. “She loves you.” I said, making a kissy face.

“Bugger off, Weasley, before I make that smug expression disappear from your face!” He rolled his sleeves up, ready to punch me.

We all started laughing again. There was nothing better than making fun out of Theo. He was just too gullible not to mess with!

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seungmoroll · 4 years

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Heather | Lee Minho

Word count: 3.8k

Genre: one-sided love au, slight angst, mentions of Weki Meki Doyeon

A/N: this is the second part to the Heather series. you can read the others here. I hope you guys enjoy reading!

“Fergalicious def-

Fergalicious def-

Fergalicious definition make the boys go crazy

They always claim to know me

Comin’ to me, callin’ me Stacey –“

“What the heck are you doing?” That’s when the broom you’re holding drops.

Clutching your chest, you look at the owner of the voice with a shocked and embarrassed face. “Gosh, Minho. You can’t interrupt someone when they’re in the middle of a concert.”

Sniggering, “Concert my butt, you sounded like a train going off its rails.” You glare at him as he leans against the doorway, giving you his signature smirk. “You know, you’re supposed to attract customers, not scare them away right?” Grabbing the closest thing to you, you throw and wet rag at Minho, who manages to dodge it.

“There are no customers, we’re closed anyways. Did you finish cleaning everything in the front?” You had applied to your local boba shop six months ago in need of money, but not only did you get money out of it, you got a co-worker who annoyed you every chance that he got.

“Yep, everything is all spick and span. Practically shining like my visuals.” Rolling your eyes at him, you go and put the broom up, ready to lock the doors to the shop.

Minho waits out in the front for you, taking selfies on his phone with his crazy snow app filters. “Took you long enough. Got so bored waiting for you I had to take selfies.” Whacking the back of his head, you turn around to lock the doors. “I wasn’t even gone for long, you’re just impatient.” Putting the keys up in your bag, you turn back towards Minho, but your vision becomes white as the flash of his phone goes off. Showing you his phone screen, he says, “Look, you’re a strawberry.” Thinking you look hideous, you tell him to delete it, in which he responds with a laugh.

“We should get going, don’t want you to miss your bus.” Looking at the time on your phone, you see that you have 10 minutes until your bus arrives, but the bus stop was a 5-minute walk from the boba shop, so you and Minho began your mini trek. Minho actually had a car, but whenever you guys worked the night shift together, he always made sure to walk you to your stop, not wanting anything bad to happen to you. The first few times he offered to walk you, you told him that he didn’t need to, but he didn’t listen anyways. So eventually you gave up on telling him he didn’t have to, and it became routine for you guys.

This night happened to be particularly windy, but you didn’t have a jacket, so you decided to endure the wind for a few extra minutes, but you guess that Minho had notice your slight shivers because he pulled out his sweater from his backpack and handed it to you. “Aigoo, what would you do without me?” You try to give back his sweater, telling him that you didn’t need it because your bus was coming soon anyways. “Now Y/n, I’m just trying to be a gentleman and you won’t let me. How sad, but seriously though, just take it. You can always give it to me tomorrow.” Hesitantly, you retreat your arm holding the sweater, and hold onto to it, waiting for you to arrive to the bus stop to put it on.

“You know, I don’t mind driving you home after work, right?” You did know, but you didn’t want to hassle him, plus you enjoyed the time you spent on the bus. It gave you time to yourself to think about your day, and more importantly, it gave you time to daydream about Minho.

“I know, I just don’t think I could survive more than 10 minutes after work with you.” Gently pushing with his body, he chuckles. “What do you mean? I think it’s a blessing you get to spend extra time with me.”

Giving him a side eye, you say to him, “You think too highly of yourself. Someone needs to knock you down from your pedestal.”

“Give it all you got, but you can’t knock me down from my high horse.” That was something about Minho that made you like him. He wasn’t afraid to be himself, even if it meant that he arrogant, scratch that, he wasn’t arrogant, it’s more like he was confident in himself; it was just that he has an arrogant, beautiful face.

By the time you’ve reached the bus stop, your bus was already there. Not wanting to miss it you quickly run towards it, bidding Minho a goodbye. As the bus starts to drive, you see Minho’s retreating figure, and hold onto his sweater a little bit too hard.

The next day.

“Oh hey Y/n.” Looking up, you see one of your favorite customers, who just so happens to be one of your very good friends.

“Hi Doyeon, you here for your usual?” Doyeon often came by the boba shop after her dance lessons once you started working there, so you ended up memorizing her order pretty quickly. However, this time around, she seems to be acted a bit odd, eyes not meeting yours, but instead watching, no looking, for something or someone behind you. Before you could ask her, Minho comes up behind you, bringing a finished drink for another customer. Once he’s given the customer their drink, he sees Doyeon and says hi to her.

“Hey Doyeon, how was dance practice? You getting your usual today?” You watch as she shyly tucks her hair behind her ear and fiddle with her bag. “Practice was great, but so tiring, and I was thinking of getting something different this time. Got any recommendations?” Your eyes slowly drift to Minho and see that he’s got that look on his face that you’re afraid of.

“I got the perfect drink for you. This will give me the chance to make a new drink that’s not on the menu. Don’t worry it’s on the house.” He immediately heads to make the drink as you yell out to him, “Nayeon said you can’t keep giving away free drinks!” You don’t see it, but you know he stuck his tongue out at you. Turning your attention back to Doyeon, you see that she’s already slid a five-dollar bill on the counter, and before you could object, she urges you to take it.

“Like you said, he can’t keep on giving away drinks. Hey, if you’re free, want to sit down and catch up?” You motion to the empty shop and say, “I think I have some time.”

Once Minho comes out with Doyeon’s drink, he patiently waits beside you as the two of you watch her take a sip of it. Her face doesn’t look like she’s disgusted with it, so you ask Minho what he made. ”It’s ube milk tea with cheese foam.”

“It’s actually really good, thanks Minho.”

Pumping his fists in the air, he lets out a cheer. “Yes, now if you two need me, I’ll be in the back, admiring pictures of my cats.” After he heads to the back room, you motion for Doyeon to pick and table to sit at and follow her.

“So Y/n,” you watch as she slowly takes a sip of Minho’s drink, “Anything new in your life? Perhaps a new romantic interest?” Surprised by her question, you frantically shake your head no, sputtering on your own drink.

“Me? Love interest? You know I don’t have time for that.” Too be honest, that was a lie, you and Doyeon both knew that, but you weren’t going to admit to her that you had feelings for Minho. “What about you? Anyone catch your eye?”

She fumbles with the plastic lid as she shyly admits to you, “Maybe.” Eyes wide, you urge her to tell you. “Maybe? C’mon you have to tell me. Do I know them? Oh my gosh, I do know them. Is it Bang Chan? Please tell me it’s not Bang Chan, I heard that he finally got with someone.”

Nodding her head no, she says, “No it’s not Bang Chan, plus I already knew that. I was there at the outdoor movie when I saw them together.” Wanting for her to continue, you give her your best puppy dog eyes, but her response isn’t what you were looking for, “I’m sure it’s just a fleeting crush, it doesn’t really matter who it is.”

Not wanting to push any further, you respond, “Okay, if you’re sure, just know if you want to talk about it, I’m here for you.”

“See, that’s what I like about you Y/n. You always offer your time and advice to people. That’s why I’m surprised you’re not taken yet.”

You scoff at her statement, “You’re surprised? I’m surprised you aren’t, like you’re beautiful, talented and you have a great personality.”

Sighing, she says, “I could say the same about you. I guess we’ll just be lonely together.”

Just then, the door opening alerts you of new customers. Getting up from your seat you head back to the counter. Doyeon gets up as well and bids you a goodbye, explaining that she should get home. Waving Doyeon a goodbye, you focus your attention to the newly arrived customers, three boys that come to the shop often.

Once you and Minho had began to close up the shop, it started pouring outside. “Great, it’s raining, and I left my umbrella at home.” Minho sneaks up behind you, peering out the window, “Let me drive you home, you shouldn’t be walking out in the rain.” Turning around and trying your best not to redden from the sudden closeness between his body and yours, you say to him, “I don’t want to bother you. You can just drop me off at the bus stop.”

“Nope, no can do. If you get in my car, it’s to take you home, not to the bus stop.” You look between him and the window, contemplating your decision, “Oh c’mon Y/n, you can’t seriously be contemplating your choices right now. Me driving you home for one night can’t be the worst thing in the world.” The look you give him makes him think otherwise.

In the end you agree to let him take you home. The two of you quickly run out from underneath the awning into Minho’s car, laughing as you try not to get soaked, which you ultimately did because Minho had left his umbrella in his car. Once the two of you were seated in Minho’s car, he had turned up the heat and reached in the back to grabbed something. Emerging from the back, he hands you a shirt. Eyes going back and forth from the shirt and him, you give him a confused look, “Your shirt’s soaked and I don’t want you to catch a cold.”

“One, my house is only a 20-minute drive from here, and two, I won’t be changing in front of you.” He rolls his eyes at you, which you realize is a common action between the two of you. “One, can’t you see I’m trying to be nice, and two, I’ll close my eyes,” he says, mocking you. Taking the shirt, you mumble, “You better.” Once you’re sure his eyes are closed, you change into his shirt, and then flick his head to let him know you’re done. Looking down at the shirt, you question what’s on it.

“It’s from back when I was in high school. I usually wear it out to the gym.”

“Minho, I swear-“

“Don’t worry, it’s clean…I think.” Secretly taking a whiff of his shirt while he reverses out of the parking spot, you smell the fragrance of his car and a hint of his…cologne?

“Minho, why does this shirt smell like febreze?”

Shrugging, “I prefer it over cologne.”

You chose not to question it any further. ‘Electric Love’ is playing softly through the speaker as you look at the window, watching the raindrops race each other on the window. Snicker escapes from Minho, “Is this what you do on the bus? Act like you’re in a sad music video?” Turning your head, you glare at him, “No…maybe, just sometimes. It’s more like I daydream while looking out the window.”

“Ah, Y/n is a little daydreamer. Hmm, I wonder what they could possibly be daydreaming about? Maybe…someone they like?” Your eyes widen from his last question. It made you wonder if he knew about your crush on him. ‘Impossible, I’m not that obvious. Am I?’ Speechless, you try to find something to say, “What? No. Nope. Not at all.”

Stopping at a red light, Minho turns to you with a smirk on his face, “So you do daydream about someone you like.” You smack him in the chest causing him to laugh. “Don’t worry I won’t ask who. Though I’m sure it’s me because who could resist me?” ‘Huh. You’re not wrong.’

You scoff at him, “In your dreams Lee Minho.”

“Oh? How’d you know?” Though you may sometimes act like he annoys you, you really enjoy the playful banter between the two of you. He was the first person you were able to get comfortable with at CuTea because of his playfulness, and for that you were thankful for him. Even though you wished you were more, you were happy to say he was your friend.

“So how do you and Doyeon know each other?” That’s odd, of all the times Minho has met Doyeon, he’s never asked about her.

“We went to high school together. We were in the school play together and after we graduated, we kept in touch.” To be honest, out of all your high school friends, she was the only one you kept in touch with. Everyone else seemed to have started their new lives, and you just weren’t a part of that, but you didn’t mind. Doyeon was enough anyways.

“I see. Is she…dating anyone?” His question catches you off guard. A wave of apprehensiveness overcomes you as you watch him focus on driving. Wondering why her could be asking about her status, unless…

“She’s single.” You work the nerve to ask the simple question you’re afraid to hear the answer to, “Why?”

“Just curious that’s all. Of all the times I’ve eavesdropped on your conversations she’s never mentioned anyone.” His answer leaves you unsettled, but you don’t want to push any further in attempt to avoid getting your feelings hurt. You don’t bother to respond to him, leaving the two of you riding in a slightly uncomfortable silence, sans the music and the rain.

By the time you arrive at your house, the rain has stopped pouring. Minho pulls up to the driveway, and before you can begin to speak, he tells you, “Keep the shirt, I got plenty at home.” All you can do is simply nod. Once you’re out the car, you turn around to see if he was leaving, but you see Minho motion for you to get in your house before he can leave. When you get inside your house, you peek out the window and watch as his car drives away.

Heading straight to your room, you plop into your bed. The unsettling feeling is still there, but once you’ve showered and done your nighttime routine, you choose to ignore it. Slumber takes over you, the second you hit your bed, and if anyone were to ask, you only slept in Minho’s shirt because it was comfortable, not because it smelled like him.

A few days later.

“Hey, Y/n.” Minho calls out to you as you’re making a drink. “I got plans tonight, so my shifts ending earlier than usual. You can walk to the bus stop by yourself, right?” Nodding your head, you tell him that you’ll be fine, though you’re curious about his plans since this was the first time since you’ve started working here that he’s left early, so you ask him about it, “What plans could you possibly have tonight?”

Leaning against the counter, he says to you, “I got a date.” The spoon you’re holding drops from your hand onto the ground, and you scatter to pick it up. Minho’s laughter fills your ears as he watches you. “Dang Y/n, is the idea of me going on a date that surprising?”

Stuttering, you say, “N-no, not at all. You’re you, so of course you’d be going on a date.” Your sentence fades as it goes on, and a slight blush is now forming on your face.

“I’m pretty sure that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.” Playfully bumping him with your hip, you go back to the front and give the waiting customer their drink.

Hearing the bell to the door, you see Doyeon come in wearing a pretty white flowy dress, “Wow Doyeon, you look gorgeous.” Looking at the clock on the wall, you notice it’s two hours early for Doyeon to be here. “No practice today?” Shaking her head no, she explains, “Thank you Y/n, and no, the instructor wanted to give us a break.”

Nodding, you ask, “So why’re you all dressed up?”

“Actually-“

“Oh hey, I didn’t know you were here. Just give me a second and we can head out.” Looking between Doyeon and where Minho disappeared to, you make the small connection. Focusing your attention back on Doyeon, you slowly ask, “You’re going out with Minho?”

Noticing the small blush on her face, she shyly answers, “Yeah, he asked me out the other day after practice.” It must’ve been when you took your day off, you realize. You wonder why neither of them told you beforehand.

Maybe that’s why he’s been so distracted these past few days.

“Oh, I see...is he the one you were talking about the other day, and do you know where he’s taking you?”

“Uh, yeah, he is. He’s taking me to this little Italian restaurant. We wanted to get to know each other better, so we’re just going to talk over dinner.”

“You ready?” Minho is no longer wearing his apron and black t-shirt, he’s now clad in a white t-shirt with a black leather jacket, hat hair gone.

“Yeah, just making small talk with Y/n.” You watch as he finally takes his attention off Doyeon and focuses it on you. Acting like your usual self, you roll your eyes at him and say, “You better treat her right. If I hear of anything bad, I’m going to spit boba from a straw at your car.”

Placing a hand on your head and gently shaking it around, he says, “I preferred if you didn’t, but you don’t have to worry about anything. I’ll make sure she’s treated like a princess.” His attention goes back to Doyeon, who displays a flushed face.

‘I want you to treat me like a princess.’

Checking the watching on his wrist, Minho says, “We should get going if we want to make the reservation.” He walks up to Doyeon and before they head out the door, he turns back around, “You’ll be okay with closing, right?”

Nodding your head, you shoo the pair away, “Yes, don’t worry about me, I have Nayeon. Go have fun.” Minho gives you his signature playful wink and heads out with Doyeon. You don’t miss the way their hands shyly intertwine as they make their way to his car. Pitifully sighing, you clean the counter to distract yourself from your sad thoughts. You should be happy for them, Minho seemed like he was really happy, and so did Doyeon, but you couldn’t help but wish that you were in her place instead.

Even though cleaning was supposed to distract you, you couldn’t help but let your thoughts consume you.

‘Of course Minho likes Doyeon. She’s prettier than me. She’s Ms. Popular. She’s got the kindest soul. She’s everything a guy wants in a partner. I’m just plain me. Minho wouldn’t want me.’

Your thoughts are interrupted when the bell to the door alerts you of a new customer. As he approaches the counter, he asks you, “Are you okay?” You didn’t realize that there were tears falling down your face, so you quickly turned around and said to them, “Oh, yes. Could you give me a second?” Quickly making your way to the back room, you grab a tissue to wipe your tears and take a moment to recollect yourself. Your manager managed to catch a glimpse of you, and walked up to you asking, “Hey what’s wrong?” Waving her off, you tell her it’s nothing.

“It doesn’t have to do with the fact that Minho just walked out with a pretty girl, does it?” A sob comes out of your mouth, “Gosh, I look so pathetic. I’m crying over Minho, when I never even had a chance.” She gentle gathers you in her arms and gives you a tight squeeze, “You’re not pathetic, you’re human.” Enjoying her embrace for a bit, you remember that there’s a customer waiting outside for you. Breaking the warm embrace, you go to clean your face again, “I got to go, there’s a customer outside.”

“No, I’ll take their order, why don’t you go home early?”

Shaking your head no, “Then you’ll have to close the shop by yourself. I’m fine, Nayeon. Anyways, if I left early, I’d just be wallowing in sadness at home.” Doing one last check up on your face, you make your way back to the front. Luckily, for the business the customer is still there, but unfortunately for you, he saw you crying.

“Sorry about that, what can I get for you?” It takes him a moment to respond, and when he does, it’s not an answer to your question.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” The look he gives you is full of genuine concern, and that’s when you finally realized that you’ve seen this customer before. You couldn’t remember his name, even though he came quite a bit often with his two friends.

“Oh, please don’t worry about me, I’m fine. It’s just allergies.” ‘Allergies, really Y/n? Is that all that you could come up with?’

A small chuckle comes from the customer, “Allergies…sure. If you say so. Well I do hope these allergies stop because someone as pretty as you shouldn’t be crying.”

‘Oh. That was quite bold.’

“Yeah, I thought tonight I should be a bit bolder than usual.”

Cringing you ask, “I said that aloud didn’t I?”

“Yep.” Before he could add anything else, you ask him for his order, even more embarrassed than you were before. He orders a winter melon milk tea with tapioca, and when you ask for his name, he says,

“Jisung.”

A/N: I'm sure that wasn’t the ending you guys were expecting right? maybe it’s a little hint😏 I hope you guys are enjoying the Heather series so far, let me know what you guys think of it! Also, who do you guys think are the “Heathers” of kpop?

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Can you do a Beomgyu Imagine where you try to break up with him cause he keeps ditching plans with you to hang out with his friends and he begs you for a second chance and doesn't leave until you agree?

ᓍृ∗੭ᐝ 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞, 𝐃𝐨 𝐓𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐌𝐞 ᓍृ∗੭ᐝ

You find that it’s best if the two of you break up.

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Pairing: Beomgyu x Reader (female)

Genre: 3 cups of angst, but the 4 cups of fluff overwhelms it in the end !!

Warnings: a cheesy and cute ending, cursing

Song: Best Part

(Yo, even if this seems like a lot of angst... you need to read to the end !! It’ll be all worth it, I promise. Also, I’m so sorry to the anon who requested this that it took long... I didn’t expect it to, so I hope it’ll all be good in the end! Also, unedited due to school !!)

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For heck’s sake, where did you go wrong?

Where or what did you go wrong in your relationship?

You don’t remember doing anything destructive that would damage your relationship with Beomgyu, so why did he keep ditching you for those friends with his?

Every day he would arrive home late, his newly dyed blonde hair tangled in a mess as if had been doing something extensive for the whole day. He would place his jacket you gifted him last year on the tall chair beside your bed while you asked him how is day went. Only doing that would snap something in him, believing that you were being a pest.

You got used to it, more or less.

On nights where you would actually beg him for cuddles or a little bit of attention, he would push you off to talk to his friends on the phone. Being nosy, you would try to listen to what they were saying, but Beomgyu would whisper quietly before going to the bathroom. You wanted to go there with him, perhaps pretend to use the toilet, but he would only shoo you away to go to the one downstairs. If you remembered correctly, the longest one was until three in the morning though you weren’t counting.

You checked the electric bills the next morning, and the one for his phone was off the charts compared to normal. Maybe he had to do a favor for them, but it was a constant cycle where he would ignore you almost every day just to "help” his friends.

Not being able to anything but watch your heart slowly but surely break, you picked up a few clues that could possibly help you in this mess.

First was the ever growing curiosity that worried you, but he would only push you off since it really wasn’t your business. Each time he would glare at you as if you had done something wrong, and the part that frustrated you the most was that he was adamant on not telling you! Then was the fleeting glances he would send you when he checked his phone for messages. They would usually come during the time where you two had a date inside, so that just extremely brought down the romantic atmosphere you put up.

Third, but not the last was that he’d get angry at you when you snooped a little bit on his phone as he took a lengthy shower. This happened on the other day, specifically just a week ago. You could understand him since it was his privacy, but he was receiving a few texts from someone named Mira. There were no emoticons or emojis at the end of her contact but when you called for him to pick it up he rushed towards you, his lips tightly painted in a line. There was this mean snarl on his face when he aggressively grasped it from you, telling you to screw off.

That night you cried alone, nose dripping with snot and pathetically lingering as you waited for your boyfriend to come back and say sorry.

It must’ve been worry or something of the sort if you were acting like this. You weren’t jealous since you knew you could trust him, but why was he being suspicious? He never kept any secret from you, telling you right away because he wanted at least one person to know.

This kept going for a few weeks already so, quickly you got frustrated. Wasn’t he your boyfriend? Definitely not his friend’s, and you were his girlfriend. Trust was vital but with the time he kept losing to talk to his other friends, you couldn’t bring up the issue. There was nothing else you could do but feel your strong relationship crumble little by little each time he avoided you.

So... for the last time, where did you go wrong?

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“Hey, Gyu? Do you want to get ice cream today?” You tugged a little on his soft, winter seasoned sweater as he sent you a small grin. You noticed right away that it was not genuine, but you ignored it in hopes that he wouldn’t say something rude about it.

Well, at least he smiled at you now! Maybe he was going to say yes for today! You specifically checked his schedule for an answer yesterday, so you hoped that he could spend time with you and only you. You even pulled out your puppy dog eyes today, so it was going to work!

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I want to hang out with my friends today. I hope you can understand.”

He put on his heavy jacket, not caring to say goodbye to you. He seemed too anxious to leave, running to the front door. Little did he know that he took your broken heart with him, purposefully forgetting to kiss you on the cheek as a goodbye. You hid your frustrated tears well this time.

You opened the door shortly after he left to see him excitedly get into his friends’ car, but you noticed that there was a woman in the front seat. You had never seen her before, who could she be?

You internally slapped yourself on the forehead, becoming frustrated at yourself for thinking too deep about this. But the fact that he had forgot about an important date weighed on your mind, and you concealed your feelings hoping that he would do something sweet for you later.

Even in melancholy situations like this, he never failed to call you his princess... not to mention, that it was your third anniversary too.

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Weeks had gone by, and he still kept this up. The long phone calls, the glares, especially the sudden disappearing whenever both of you had a date- it was safe to say that you were drained from it.

You came to the conclusion that he didn’t love you the same way anymore. He couldn’t when he kept pushing you away from his life, but what was the cause? When did he stop seeing you like that? Were you too boring for someone like him?

There were too many what ifs and questions that kept repeating over and over in your head which caused a pounding headache in your head. You felt a little faint, although forcing yourself to do the laundry which had been laying there for a while now.

You strolled tiredly to the room where Beomgyu was scrolling and texting on his phone. Of course, he was... you rolled your eyes, putting in some effort to have a sing-song voice in front of him.

“Hey, could you give me your shirt? It’ll go with the laundry I’ll do tonight.”

“Um, sure. I could do it, if you’d like!”

Well, that was disgustingly sweet for him to offer! So now he was going to pretend that he loves you, huh? You snarled at him, grimacing at how innocent and pure his eyes were when he glanced up at you from his device. “No, Gyu. I’ll do it myself; just leave me alone.”

Beomgyu gulped nervously at your cold, snappy tone. Something must’ve been bothering you, but he didn’t want to say anything in fear that it would annoy you even more. Instead, he threw the shirt he was currently wearing towards you, to which you caught with ease. You muttered a thank you under your breath while he went back to texting his friend.

Almost fifteen minutes passed by when you separated all the clothes since you were too preoccupied with your thoughts. Your eyes landed on his shirt beside you. It was a bit dirty with a few speckles of brown on the side, but you figured it must’ve been his friends pranking him like they did every once in a while.

You grabbed the shirt on its side, inspecting it closely in the black of the room. There was a prominent spot on the sleeve, and you squinted your eyes to see it. Once you realized what it was, you dropped the shirt smack dab on the floor in repugnance.

It was a lipstick stain, hell it was a fucking rouge lipstick stain!

Hiding your face in your hands then threading your fingers through your hair was enough to show that you were frustrated. He was being unfaithful to you, and it was right under your nose! You rubbed the tear that had already fallen out of you right eye. This was it. This was the evidence that you had been searching for, for a long time.

Jumping to conclusions wasn’t the best but... certainly you could because he had been avoiding you this whole time. With the way he was acting lately, it was no doubt that he had probably lost interest in you. Of course you felt guilty that you suspected him of cheating with you, but this- this just took the cake. It was the icing on the top, telling you that hell, he didn’t love you anymore.

He was cheating on you with another woman. For how long now? You didn’t want to know, trying to save a bit of blissful ignorance from the happy scenarios you made up in your head every night before you went to sleep although he was right next to you. So close, but still so far away was a good way to put it.

The fancy perfume that wasn’t your own proved it all, as well as the lipstick stain on the side of his shirt’s sleeve.

Straightaway, you sprinted into the room, bumping into the closet door from how fast you were running. Your cold hands quivered while you gathered a few clothes from the hangers. Beomgyu sleepily walked in, rubbing his eyes at the sudden brightness from the light of the room.

“Princess...? Is there something wrong?” Hearing his voice was enough for you to dash out of that condensed room.

Crap! You totally forgot to be quiet when he was sound asleep. There was no time to worry about that though, as you snatched your phone on the drawer beside. Your boyfriend furrowed his eyebrows at your hastiness, perplexed at what you were doing when it was the middle of the night. He grabbed your quivering arms while you struggled to get the suitcase under the bed that you two shared.

A suitcase? What would you need that for? Unless you were leaving... all of the fatigue that dragged him down simply disappeared when he noticed that you were putting more and more of your possessions in.

“Y/N? Y/N, what are you doing?!”

“Leaving, Beomgyu!”

“Stop it! Why are you leaving?”

“Because... because- you already know! Stop pretending that you don’t want me to leave!”

A mocking scoff was permitted from his mouth, and he tapped on your shoulder several times to get your attention. You weren’t being serious, right?

“Y/N! You need to listen! I don’t fucking want you to leave!”

You continued to ignore him, shoving whatever things you could fit in that suitcase. “That’s your fault, not mine! Don’t expect me to stay with you when you ruined us!”

He ruined the two of you? You were pulling on his leg, he was sure of it. There was nothing that he did to hurt your feelings, if he remembered accurately! He searched his memory, but nothing turned up. “What are you saying?”

He waited for you to answer him, but you only threw your phone into the back of your pockets ignoring him like he did to you for weeks. Rolling his eyes at how strange you were being, he snatched involuntarily at your hands that was weak against his will.

“Stop putting more clothes into that damn thing and talk to me!”

“And what for?! Talk about our breakup? Because we’re over- if you haven’t got the memo.”

If you had said that when he was wide awake, he would be on his feet flinging you on the bed so that you would talk it out like adults... not in that way though!

“O-our breakup?! We aren’t breaking up! You can’t do that!” Those were the only things he could say in his hazy mind, willing to put up even a weak fight so he wouldn’t have the love of his life leave him for good.

“Watch me, then! You know that I can, and I will! You can’t stop me from-” he instantly wrapped his arms around you when he comprehended what you had said. You can’t leave him! He was just about to do something for you, you couldn’t leave now when things were going his way for the first time!

He inhaled the familiar scent of your shampoo that you applied just earlier today when your relationship seemed perfect. To Beomgyu, of course, not knowing of the pain he unintentionally put you through. Still he went on, tears of agony trickling against the both of his cheeks. He was having a difficult time breathing through his nose and mouth, clearly in disbelief that you were actually going to leave the door of his heart.

“Princess... please. Please, don’t leave me. You promised you wouldn’t, so please just don’t leave me.”

“Beomgyu, stop it. I-I said,” you harshly scratched against his arms, desperate to leave the embrace that used to have you in euphoria. Used to.

“I’m leaving! I was so stupid for always staying with you when you called me a pest every single fucking day! I don’t want to be with someone I love if they can’t even give me what I deserve!” Finally you pushed yourself out of his grasp, backing up into the wall so he wouldn’t pull a manipulative move like that again. He can’t just say that when he knew he was breaking your heart for the other slut he was seeing!

The fact flew past his head, and he just held on even tighter to you in fear that he was going to lose you. “I don’t understand. Why do you need to leave? Did you suddenly stop loving me? Tell me! You know that we’re absolutely perfect for each other, and that’s the way it should be.”

“We were, Beomgyu. We were perfect until you cheated on me.”

“Cheated on you?! You think I would cheat on you?! Wow, that says a lot about your trust with me.”

“Can you really blame me though? These past few months gives the whole package away, not even a damn hint. And then the repulsive perfume that was leaking off your shirt for sure isn’t mine, there’s nothing to say. It’s so obvious you’re spending time with another woman you love... while I’m here waiting in the wee hours of the night for you to come back.”

“Y/N, I-” “you what? You’re sorry? Sorry isn’t enough to make me stay.”

With one harsh push away, you grabbed your suitcase ready to leave. The front door was just right there, so you rushed to open the doorknob. He couldn’t see you like this when you were about to break down! You promised long ago to yourself that he wouldn’t see you cry, and you planned to keep it unlike him and his promise to love you forever.

When you were just a footstep away from unlocking the door, you heard a crescendoing yell from your ex.

“No, listen!”

He ripped the bag from your hands, all of the clothes that you had managed to pack falling out. Mistaken and shocked that he had arrived home early, you easily forgot to zip it up. You went to grab them smack dab against the floor, but he had grabbed your hand tightly so that you weren’t able to go away from him for the last time.

You hissed at his seemingly icy touch. He really had the audacity to do things like this when he hurt you in the first place! “Why the fuck are you ordering me to do when you’re cheating?”

Beomgyu shook his head back and forth, searching for the answer on the wall as if it were there to tell you what he had been doing. “Y/N... please understand; that’s not it.”

“Then what is it? Explain the shit that you’ve done to me this past month! It’s crystal clear that you’ve stopped loving me a long time ago, and I can’t do anything about it! So, what did I do wrong?! Please, do tell me! I don’t want my last memory of you to be in vain-” before you could end what you were going to say, he smashed his face against yours in desperation, kissing you so you could be quiet. He was planning for it to be one that caught you off guard for a little while, but that didn’t happen since he was too caught up in what was happening to realize that he still had things to say.

You responded back to his kiss eagerly, submitting to the warm lips that pressed passionately against your own. It had been so long since he had done something like this, you couldn’t get enough when he only brought you deeper. A couple of seconds had passed when the two of you had to gasp for air. He reluctantly pulled away, smirking a little bit just to tease you when you turned red at the embarrassment of him knowing you loved his kisses.

“That was the only way to make you shut up, princess. Consider listening to me, and I’ll tell you the truth.”

He took a deep breath of air, the pace of his breathing becoming quicker when he tried to speak. You looked away- anywhere from his twinkling eyes, feeling extremely disappointed in yourself for getting affectionate with him once again. The train of thoughts that reminded you over and over again that he was a cheater was shattered when he gently tucked a hair strand behind your eyes, afterwards brushing his thumb against your cheek.

“I’ve been ditching you to go to my friends because I wanted to surprise you. I thought that it would be a short and sweet month of preparation since they kept helping me, but some things got in the way. I guess the stress got to me, and I yelled at you. I’m sorry...”

Oh no... your heart dropped to your stomach, horror only an understatement at how rude you were being. Immediately, you had to apologize for being such a dumb idiot for not trusting in him. He was being so kind to you while you accused him for being with another woman. You felt terrible, now knowing that he only wanted to make you happy. That was until he placed a blissful kiss on your hand, the edges of your lips becoming a small curve from how truthful he was being.

“I’ve been meaning to do this for a while, so I asked one of their girlfriends to help me with one of these things.” You tilted your head, a bit puzzled at his statement. “Like what?”

“Just close your eyes for a second.” He booped the tip of your nose lovingly, and you glared at him to hurry up and stop teasing you. “I don’t see your point-” he quietly chuckled at your endearing stubbornness. “Just do it, please?”

You heard the shuffling of his clothes, growing confused each second. Once he told you to open your arms, you found him kneeling in front of you, his eyes shiny and pure from the tears that had fallen down. Even in the dim light of the room, you could see that he was smiling softly.

When your eyes roamed farther down even more, landing on the luminous diamond perched in his hand, you raised in eyebrow in confusion.

Wait, was that a ring...?

Its band was golden and shimmering overwhelming the darkness surrounded the two of you. It was the middle of the night when you decided to leave him, but you couldn’t when he suddenly pulled that beautiful thing out! There was a diamond in the middle, reflecting many bright colors off the moon when he pointed it towards you.

You gasped in shock. Where could’ve he had the time to buy something as gorgeous as this? Surely, he wasn’t going to say those sweet words...

“You’ve always dreamed for this moment to arrive, right? Well, I guess I should say them now just so that you know that I truly, dearly love you the most.”

“We can’t end like this because of my foolish ignorance. If we did that, I know my world will fall apart without you. You really are the coffee that I need in the morning, I can’t do this without you.”

“We’re soulmates, and you can’t ever say that we aren’t. You’re going to be bind to me forever, so I guess I just have to ask this one time.” His voice trembled when he looked back at you, the courage that he had built up for a while crumbling when you raised a surprise eyebrow at him. He wasn’t going to be surprised if you rejected him from the way he had been treating you, but he just needed to ask.

“Will you marry me, princess?”

Waves of realization rushed over you again and again while you watched one of the tears in his eyes fall out from how happy he was to finally ask you the question that you’ve been pining for all your life. He was going to marry you after three years of your relationship! For the first time in forever, you didn’t need to wonder what life could be without him because you knew that he was going to be by your side until the two of you went to heaven together as breathtaking angels.

This journey of prosper was going to be difficult, but yet it was so beautiful. He was yours, and you were his. Even if it takes a long time for the two of you to really fall in love with each other, you’re glad that it’s him and only him. You wouldn’t have it any other way.

You threw your arms around him in pure joy, relishing in the way that he had hugged you back with the same, reciprocated love. Giggling, you hoped never to let go of the warm embrace he enclosed you in, tightly gripping the back of his head as if he would disappear any second. You shut your eyes, sniffling silently at the precious feeling he had gifted you after a stressful argument. Only he could make you feel this special, if not being your fiance wasn’t enough.

What other answer could be, if it wasn’t already a yes?

“O-of course, my prince!”

With one strong, effortless pull, he took you into his arms and swung you around while you both laughed from the euphoria that was rushing through your veins. His smile was so big this time, and you took the opportunity to reciprocate the same delight. It seemed as if everything had stopped in time, reminding you that everything was going to be fine.

He slowly set you down on the floor again, holding you in his arms as you gathered your effort to stand up straight. There were tears in his eyes, but he didn’t want to show you, hiding his face in the crook of your neck.

“Thank gosh, you said yes. I’ve been dreaming you to say that for a long time...” He somehow brought himself much more closer to you, his nose pressing against your cheek. There was a faint smell of his cologne from the sweater that he owned, and he inaudibly groaned in your ear. Your saccharine perfume was always the best for him, whether you realized it or not, but he found it absolutely precious whenever you wore his home clothes looking so innocent like that. You just grinned at his little wish, pecking him on the cheek. “How could I not? You said it yourself, we’re soulmates.”

Like the many times in rough patches of this relationship, you realized that you couldn’t go wrong in this relationship as long as you remembered to trust Beomgyu.

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The Act of LordE: Part-6

Fate’s Appetite

~ Izuku & Bakugou x Reader

Summary: [y/n] moves to her dream city having abundant hopes. Her encounter with Katsuki Bakugou, sends unsettling ripples through her life. Determined to earn an apology for her boyfriend, Izuku Midoriya, she gets into a game with Katsuki. Will the game remain a simple game even at the stake of her love life?

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A/n: You will enjoy this better if you have read the previous parts before! ^^

Part-1 | Part-2 | Part-3 | Part-4 | Part-5

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Weeks elapsed, and neither [y/n] nor Katsuki spoke about the bet. Heck, they barely conversed. Even when they had to work together, the conversations were bare minimum. No meeting eyes, no taunting comments, nothing. Katsuki hardly lifted a finger while with her, yet his body experienced fatigue like he had been fighting off a villain for days. [y/n] rarely spoke, yet her mouth went dry like she had been talking nonstop for hours. The tension between them had an immense toll on their bodies and minds.

Until one day . . .

Kirishima and Aya finally were having a housewarming party after taking weeks together to settle down. It was on a Saturday night. The mall was overflowing with people. Izuku and [y/n] eventually picked a housewarming present after running all over the place. Since they were at the mall already, they decided to visit the mart on the ground floor. After picking enough groceries for a week and other essentials, Izuku and [y/n] joined the shortest billing queue, which had at least four customers with carts full of items. [y/n] sighed and started questioning her decision to grocery shopping. She tapped her foot restlessly, looking at her watch. Izuku tried to calm her down.

"We will be there on time, [y/n]-chan. Besides, Kirishima is going to pull an all-nighter, you will see. We have plenty of time."

[y/n] reluctantly nodded and continued to fret over.

"Izu, we need more tissue. Can you quickly go grab some?"

[y/n] got him to go, for a few moments at least. She knew he would try to calm her down again. She knew his efforts would go in vain. She only stopped the restless feet-tapping when she heard the shutters of the mart closing down. There were multiple gasps and squeaks. Everyone looked around anxiously, anticipating the worst, except a few who took out guns and grabbed the nearest person to hold at gunpoint.

The blinding light from the barcode made a line on the floor as the cashier at gunpoint rose his hands, obeying the captor. As did the rest as another captor yelled,

“Hands where we can see em!”

[y/n]’s handbag that hung on her elbow slid down to her shoulder, resting against the side of her back, as she lifted her hands. Izuku stood a few steps away from her. He was returning to the line after grabbing extra rolls of tissues as [y/n] asked. Izuku’s absence terrified her further. [y/n] tried to calm herself. Had she been in such a situation before, she might know how to behave. She was too astounded to think straight. She wished she hadn’t sent Izuku away. [y/n] had been making nothing but poor decisions the whole day. Set on breaking the chain, she casually slid her hand into the bag that hung within her reach.

‘If I can somehow activate the SOS on my phone,’

She thought,

‘someone will arrive.’

To her bad luck, she caught one of the captor’s eyes.

“That bitch is up to something!”

He yelled as he used his free hand to grab the bottle on the billing counter. He launched it at [y/n] with all the energy he had while still holding the cashier at the gunpoint. [y/n] ducked down, shutting her eyes close, hands around her head in reflex. She thought she was too late, but the bottle never reached her. She heard it hit the ground and break into pieces. When she opened her eyes, she saw oddly familiar figure mid-air. With one hand faced away from his body, keeping the body balanced with the quirk and the other, still down in the direction he sent the bottle crashing.

“TEME!! (bastard)” his growl resonated.

With Kirishima gone, it bore Bakugou to cook for himself. He had to admit, at least to himself, that he missed his friend. He thought he would end up feeling worse if he went to the house warming.

“I am busy, shitty hair. I will visit some other time.” He snapped at Kiri like he normally did.

“Okay, man. I will swing by later to drop some food.” Kiri replied in his usual joyous tone. Bakugou’s tone never bothered him. They were best friends for a reason.

“Aya made the chicken dumplings extra spicy, just for you.”

“You don’t have to bring your ass here. Save some. I will come by tomorrow.”

Katsuki’s voice was much lower now. He hated how the Kiri-Aya couple always got him. He was subconsciously used to the affection he received, presumably why he was being such a baby about it. But the silver lining to this was that he also wanted to avoid [y/n] and Izuku. [y/n] mostly.

He slid the cell phone into his baggy pants and went into the mart to buy some instant noodles for the night.

The captor panicked at the unexpected resistance. He let go of the cashier and took a shot in the direction of Katsuki and [y/n]. Bakugou burst some more of his sweat and moved a few inches forward, completely shadowing [y/n]. The bullet hit his shoulder. His eyes widened at the sight of the feather-light bullet whose needle pierced through his skin. He tried to take it out but, the quirk eraser had already done its work. His body hit the ground with a loud thud, some of the glass pieces from earlier piercing through his thick skin. He quickly got on his feet. Katsuki Bakugou was more than his quirk. He still had the fight in him. He saw Izuku run towards the counter. He had to hold them, destroy their weapons so Deku can take care of the rest. Izuku knew in an instant what Kachan planned to do further. Only a foolish hero would fight a gang with quirk eraser guns in the open. It was unsettling that the fact that the enemy had those guns came to light at the cost of his dear friend’s quirk. Bakugou took them on and fought exceptionally for someone who was just hit by a quirk eraser. Fatigue was one of the proven side effects of the quirk erasing chemical, but the adrenaline rush did not make his body show any sign of fatigue. Few of the enemies shot him blindly, out of spite, although they were well aware it was useless. [y/n] and many others used the chaos to reach out for help. Pro heroes arrived in no time. All prepared to defeat what probably was the worst enemy of the hero community, the quirk erasing guns. Deku mopped up the rest of the gang as Katsuki collapsed on his knees. He heard the police interrogating the puny villains at a distance. He saw [y/n] being escorted along with other citizens to safety. Her eyes met his for a fraction of a second before his vision become blurry and, he blacked out.

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🦇 The Funhouse 🦇

Genre: Fantasy Adventure, Fluff, Romance Rating: M Warnings: kidnapping, smut (consensual, mind you), sub!JK for a hot minute but then turns into a dominating beast, bondage, Kook’s a pantie sniffer, gambling (they make a bet XD) Pairing: vampire!jungkook x reader Notes: AU fic. Not idol!jungkook. Single quote marks ‘ ‘ are for thoughts and double “ “ are for talking. Additional Notes: This came about because I just can’t let go of long haired Jungkook. I can’t!!

Tagging: @grxnadxs @catsandstrawberries @jkeuphoriadreamland @jjungkookislife

Summary: The carnival was in town and you couldn’t wait to hit the streets full of greasy fair food and the classic rides you grew up on. Accept there’s a new attraction this year. A funhouse. You wonder just how fun it is.

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The carnival. Something you looked forward to every year for as long as you can remember. Even now when you were in your early 20s, the carnival never lost it’s shine. Although you of course outgrew a lot of the kiddie rides and had upgraded to more of the grander ones that were meant to appeal to adults rather than children. The classic Pharaoh’s Fury swinging boat ride was still your favorite to this very day.

However, as you walked along the streets munching on a corn dog in one hand and sipping on your large soda in the other, you couldn’t help but notice something that ended up catching your full attention. Not wanting to make a better roadblock, you quickly scurried off the street path and onto the sidewalk instead; heading for the direction of what appeared to be some kind of new attraction this year.

“The Golden Funhouse, folks! Like nothing you’ve ever seen before! Come on in! Buy a ticket and embark on the adventure of a lifetime!”

Standing there, you expected to see at least some kind of line to get in. Hell, you weren’t sure if anyone else was even listening to the guy as he shouted loud enough for the whole street to hear. Looking back behind you, it was kind of eerie, really. Not a soul was paying attention. It was almost like you were the only one who could hear the man or see the attraction.

“You! Miss! Come, come! I see you standing there eyeing my funhouse. Don’t be shy, now.”

Great. Just great. It wasn’t like you actually wanted to go inside the attraction. You were just simply curious, is all. Mostly curious as to why no one else was giving this place a first glance, let alone a second glance. But perhaps this attraction was something that you had been the last to discover and everyone else already knew about it? Yeah. That was always a possibility. So nothing strange or out of the ordinary here.

Sometimes you were a bit too paranoid for your own good.

“Come on, sweetie! Nothing to be afraid of. It’s called a funhouse for a reason! In fact---Your ticket is on me! Here---”

You stood there in amazement as the gentleman offered you a few bills to pay for your ticket into the attraction. Dang. Well this was unexpected. It wasn’t every day that you were getting a literal free ride. Deciding that it couldn’t hurt and you weren’t about to turn down something free, you shrugged and gave a bashful smile before finishing off your corn dog so you could throw the stick away in the nearby trash can; freeing up a hand to take the bills from him.

“Thanks, sir. I promise that if I enjoy the house, I’ll give you your money back.”

“Sir? Pffft. Please---- Call me Jin. And nonsense, my dear. No refund necessary. Just walk in and have a good time!”

Flashing a friendly smile to the guy you now knew as Jin, you nodded and took the bills from him before taking one last sip of your drink and tossing it in the trash. For it only being a carnival attraction, you felt awfully tense and anxious. Maybe it was because you had never actually walked through a funhouse before. They had simply never sparked your fancy. You were more of a roller coaster kind of girl.

Walking in, it only made your anxiety worsen.

“He calls this a funhouse?”

It.....well......you weren’t exactly sure what it looked like. But a funhouse was the last thing on your list. That’s for sure. Trying to keep your hands steady, you looked on ahead to see a booth of sorts with a-----good lord.

Perhaps you should just turn around and give Jin his money back. Say thanks but no thanks. Turning on your heel, you quickly went for the knob on the door only to discover that it wouldn’t budge. Panic started to flood your system, making you feel a dreading kind of high and lightheaded; your heart now pounding in your ears.

“It’s of no use, little human. You might as well come forward and claim your golden ticket.”

This wasn’t a funhouse.

This was a frickin’ haunted house.

The voice was deep and calm. Not threatening despite how you were feeling at the moment. You felt trapped. Trapped like a rat. Breathing heavily, you spun around back to the voice and got a better look at the booth. It indeed was a ticket booth but the ‘employee’ inside looked anything but a normal human. Well.....maybe he was. The voice was male but he was wearing a cloak and a creepy looking mask. If you hadn’t been so scared out of your whits, you’d have thought he looked kind of cool, really.

“Come. Adventure awaits you, child.”

“I don’t think a haunted house is the kind of adventure I wish to go on, dude. Now let me out of here. You can’t force me to do anything.”

“The only exit to this building is located on the other end. In order to get out, you must walk through the funhouse in it’s entirety.”

This sounded way too shady to you. But on the other hand.....it wasn’t like he was keeping you trapped here. He was telling you the way out. But.....things just weren’t adding up here. This all felt way too.....ominous??? Heaving a sigh and feeling a bit more calmer now that you knew there was at least one way out, you simply caved and stepped forward to give the creep your money. Weirdo.

“Your ticket, madame.”

“Thanks. So which one of these paths over here do I take? Does it matter?”

“It matters not, madame. Each path will eventually meet at the exit. I can assure you, no which entry is more thrilling than the others. They are all different but equal. Trust your gut instincts.”

“My gut instincts are telling me to get the hell out of here.”

The mystery creep simply chuckled and with that disturbing sound and imagery burned into your brain, you turned your attention to the paths that lay before you. Ugh. You were naturally indecisive with just about anything you did in life. Heck, it was hard for you to pick out the best looking veggies in the produce aisle at the supermarket.

“Whatever. I’ll just take the middle one. Screw this.”

With a huff and a puff of annoyance, you practically stomped your way into the darkened hallway. Couldn’t they have lit the place a little better? Geeze. You could hardly see your hand in front of your face. What was so fun about this??? Grumbling and trying to ignore the gut wrenching anxiety that was threatening to make you blow chunks, you finally found yourself in an area with a little more lighting. Finally. You could see.

They say be careful what you wish for.

“Good gravy. Another hallway?”

Just then, the floor and the walls started to rumble around you. Not really knowing what to do, you ended up wobbling and stumbling to the right side of the hallway and used the wall for support. The rumbling softened only for you to hear a loud crack behind you. It sounded as if the wood was giving way.

That’s because it was.

“Holy sshh----”

The floor was falling. Like----Falling falling. Like collapsing. Right from under your feet. Your fight or flight mode kicking in, you made the wise decision to fly as you started running down the hallway as fast as your legs could carry you. A scream that fell silent on your own ears filled the narrow space as the only thing on your mind was escaping a horrible, inky black death. Up ahead-----a door!!

Practically flinging yourself through the entryway, you not-so-gracefully collapsed onto the floor as you gasped and choked for air. Running wasn’t exactly something you were prepared to do when walking into a not-so-fun funhouse. Catching your breath, you subconsciously licked your dry lips and mumbled out loud,

“When I get out of here, I’m suing that Jin guy.”

Standing up and brushing yourself off, you notice you’re in what appeared to be some type of living room. But all the furniture was covered with sheets as if to keep them protected from dust. Speaking of, it was definitely everywhere. Fanning some of it from your face, you let out a small cough before walking further into the room.

Everything was covered save for a lonely glass lantern that held what appeared to be a single purple rose. Curiosity getting the best of you and figuring you might as well get your money’s worth, you approached the lantern that was perched on an elegantly vintage accent table and carefully opened it up.

All you wanted was a smell. Roses always smelled so good in your opinion. With just as much care, you eased the delicate flower out of it’s glassy prison and lifted it to your nose. But then.....things went horribly wrong. Again.

Everything happened at once. One minute you were smelling the rose, and the next your fingertip was pricked by one of the thorns. With a soft gasp, you kept the flower in your hand but managed to move the stem so that you could investigate the damage. It only hurt because it surprised you and you weren’t expecting it. Pouting, you put the rose back in it’s casing and went to go suck the blood off your fingertip till your blood would clot and the wound would close.

But you never got the chance.

Like getting hit with a freight truck, you suddenly became dizzy as the room in front of you started to spin and twirl this way and that way. Stumbling, it didn’t take you long to hit the floor as you tried to get yourself oriented again. God wow! What was going on?! Groaning when the spinning didn’t seem to stop, you tried closing your eyes but that only made you nauseated. Opening your eyes once more, you nearly screamed when you saw something moving from the other end of the room.

“Ease, my precious flower. You are safe.”

The dizziness had passed but severe grogginess took it’s place. Your head as well as your whole body felt like a three ton weight as you tried to look up at the approaching figure. It was a man. Another man. Weren’t there any women in this place??? With a slurred groan and letting your head lull against the hardwood floor, you managed to say,

“Need help........Help me.....”

“Sshhh. Ease, little one. Just close your eyes and take a nap. All is well.”

The voice sounded so soothing and you were absolutely exhausted. A nap did sound really good right now. But.....didn’t you have something important you needed to do? Your head was just so foggy that it was hard to think straight. Didn’t you have something.....like......Ugh. Screw it. Whatever. The voice was right. A nap was exactly what you needed and so you allowed yourself to fully succumb to the blissful darkness of sleep.

When you finally started coming around, the first thing you realized was that it was way too bright. Way too bright. Even from behind your closed eyelids, you could tell the sun had long been up and was trying to blind you through the window in your bedroom. Speaking of.......this bed felt way too soft to be yours.....

Eyes snapping open and completely ignoring the sun trying to burn through your retinas, you quickly scanned the room only to confirm you were indeed not in your own bedroom. Just like that, the events prior to your passing out were all rushing back to you in one massive headache. Groaning in pain, you instinctively placed a hand to your head while you tried to ignore all the vivid images and the thumping of your poor skull against the pillow.

“You are awake, little one.”

‘Dear god. No more surprises. Please. No more surprises.’

“Please, open your eyes, beautiful girl. You need to take this medicine. It will help with your headache.”

Against your better judgement, you cracked your eyes open only to see a very handsome looking young man crouched down next to the side of your bed. Well......perhaps it was his bed? You watched him sporting a million dollar smile as he carefully placed two pills and a bottle of water on the bedside table before making himself comfortable and plopping his bum down on the floor.

He looked otherworldly, really. Yet all he was sporting was an over sized t-shirt and some sweats. Some of his hair had been pulled back into a small ponytail so that you could see his face in it’s entirety. Perhaps it was his face that made him appear so......ethereal? Yeah. It had to be. Because otherwise, he just looked like any other normal young man.

“You’ve been out for quite awhile, I was beginning to worry, little one.”

Why did he keep calling you that? And why was he talking so......funny? Different? You couldn’t quite place your finger on it but it was almost like he was speaking in a fashion as old as time itself. His tone didn’t match his young appearance at all. With your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, you simply laid there watching him like a hawk. He must have been able to sense your hostility because he gently raised his hands up in surrender and spoke just as softly,

“I mean you no harm, dear. It was I who brought you to this place. You are in my home. I found you laying unconscious in an alleyway just on the outskirts of the town I live in.”

You knew that was a load of bull. Despite your pounding headache, you remember quite clearly the events that transpired right before you passed out. Giving him your best glare silently telling him that you were not impressed at all with his story telling skills, you spoke up with a scoff,

“Liar. I was in that funhouse same as you. Now you better be giving me some real answers before I have you arrested for drugging and kidnapping.”

However, all that threat got you was a soft but dark chuckle along with a gentle shake of the head. The male looked anything but threatened as he flashed you a small but warm smile of endearment. Were you some kind of joke to him??? Was he seriously going to act like this when he had basically just----Ugh! There was so much wrong with this picture!!

“Relax, my flower. You are safe here. I do apologize for the way we had to meet, but it’s critical that I keep you here for the time being. Just until I get some answers.”

That was NOT what you wanted to hear.

“Excuse me??? You get some answers??? What about me!?!? Don’t I deserve some frickin’ answers too!?!”

Honestly, he liked you better when you were sleeping peacefully and all he could hear was the soothing sounds of your breathing and your heart beating. But this screeching of yours was something he could do without. His poor sensitive ears just couldn’t take it. Wincing and resisting the urge to cover his ears, the male instead tried to soothe you by replying a bit hesitantly,

“Yes yes, of course you do. Please, ask away and I shall answer to the best of my ability.”

You couldn’t help but narrow your eyes suspiciously at him when he suddenly became so complaisant. There had to be a catch, right? Or maybe he was just saying anything he could to pacify you? Eyeing him with just as much suspicion, you asked in a voice dripping of uncertainty,

“How can I trust anything you say? You’ve already lied to me once.”

“Then what’s the point of seeking answers if you won’t believe a word I speak?”

Well dang. You weren’t expecting that as an answer. He really had you trapped, didn’t he? Here you were, stuck with a creep who talks funny. Not only that, but you’re pretty sure he was the one who drugged you back at the funhouse. You don’t know how and you don’t know why but something told you he wasn’t going to be very forthcoming of such information. Heaving a heavy sigh of defeat, you asked half-heartily,

“Can I at least have your name? Otherwise I’m just going to start addressing you as Jerkface.”

Watching him shake with soft chuckles, you couldn’t help but notice that his smile reminded you of a bunny rabbit. Or maybe it was the way his nose scrunched up in amusement. Heck, his whole face reminded you of a bunny. Come to think of it......this whole thing reminded you a lot of the tale Alice in Wonderland.

“Jungkook. My name is Jeon Jungkook.”

3 WEEKS LATER....

“Do vampires even need to exercise? I thought you guys had super strength or something.”

Yeah....It’s been three weeks since you were kidnapped by Jungkook and a lot had happened in that span of time. To sum it up, your life has been completely turned upside down. Fun fact, vampires exist. You had to admit, you didn’t see that one coming when Jungkook had revealed his red eyes and elongated canines to you after he had confessed his true nature.

In fact, you had laughed in his face and called him crazy; feeling a bit crazy yourself. Vampires weren’t supposed to exist, right? They were merely a tale to tell gullible kids during Halloween. But when the male calmly took out his brown contact lenses and you sat there and watched his pointed teeth grow in length.....that was no magic trick.

Being held captive by a vampire wasn’t all bad, you supposed. It wasn’t like he was starving you or keeping you in a cage. Heck, he left you wanting very little, actually. Aside from wanting to see the outside world. Otherwise, he took care of all your bills, provided you with whatever you wanted to eat and drink, and gave you your own room to decorate and furnish however your heart desired. Online shopping? He had you completely covered. Bought you whatever you wanted with no questions asked no matter the price.

It honestly felt like Jungkook was your sugar daddy, really. And maybe, just maybe, you felt a bit guilty because it seemed like you were taking advantage of him and his money.

Then your mind would jump back and remind you that he was keeping you here against your will and that it served him right for you to spend all his money. It was like a constant tug of war in your mind. Were you really still being kept here against your will? Or were you finding yourself more and more willing to stick around?

“Despite what you may believe, little human, I do not bask in the reality that I am a mutation of my former self.”

Watching you stand there in his personal exercise room blinking in confusion, he couldn’t help but chuckle while standing up from the piece of equipment he had been working at and started to wipe it down as he clarified in words that he knew you’d comprehend a little easier,

“In other words, I don’t enjoy being a vampire.”

Well if he had just said that the first time around. Rolling your eyes before you could help it, you walked further into the room and just like a curious feline, you reached out to experimentally poke at one of pieces of weight lifting equipment. Some of these contraptions looked like they could eat you whole.....Kinda like Jungkook. Speaking of, his words finally dawning on you, you quickly turned to him and asked in genuine shock,

“Wait----You don’t like being a vampire???”

Not being able to hold back a soft snort of amusement, the male set down the cleaning supplies he had just been using to wipe down the piece of equipment before taking a seat on the padded floor itself. Sitting with his legs crossed in an indian style, you decided to follow suit and plopped down across from him so that you could see him in case he tried to pull any funny business.

“No. In fact, I quite despise it. Being a vampire has meant giving up a lot of things that I used to love doing when I was human. Like exercising. And food? I absolutely loved food and even enjoyed cooking in the kitchen. Now? It all tastes like damp cardboard. And something that should taste like disgusting copper now tastes like liquid paradise. Worst about that? I don’t have much of a choice. Granted, there’s different types of blood but.....in the end.....it’s all the same.”

Dang. You weren’t expecting him to be so.....open about it. Was this seriously the first time you’ve had a real conversation with him since he kidnapped you? Come to think of it.....You really hadn’t given him the time of day because you were still ticked at him. However, seeing him sitting here now as he shared some of his history with you, things felt different. He flashed you a warm smile before looking around the room and adding casually,

“Exercising was something I had quickly became addicted to in my younger years as a teenager. In fact, I was supposed to go to college for physical therapy but that never happened. There’s just something really rewarding about treating your body right, you know? Something empowering about being able to pump your body and strengthen it more and more with every passing day you hit those weights.”

He paused long enough to look you in the eye with his majestic red ones and added softly,

“I refuse to let my undead genetics take that happiness away from me.”

Wow......You were pretty sure your mouth was hanging open by the hinges as you stared at him in utter amazement. This had to be the most sincere and, dare you say, vulnerable you’ve ever seen the vampire since being brought here. Had he just seriously opened himself up like a book for you to read? You felt kind of bad now for making such a snarky comment earlier. The guilt must have shown on your face as he smiled a little wider and added,

“Please, do not feel bad. I used to let it bother me but I no longer do. No amount of sulking will change what I am. There’s no magic potion or incantation that can reverse what I’ve become. What’s done is done and I must make the most of it and keep moving forward. Speaking of----”

You watched him while still in a daze as he stood up and dusted off his bum and knees. That seemed to be enough to snap you back to reality and you as well got off the floor only to eye him curiously. You were getting used to his smiles as they often revealed his slightly longer than normal canines. And now that you knew what he was, he didn’t bother to wear his brown contact lenses around you; red eyes on full display.

“What would you like for dinner tonight? I was thinking of cooking something for you since I indeed do miss it. Being in the kitchen and all.”

5 MORE WEEKS LATER....

If anything, you were only growing more and more comfortable with your new way of living. In fact, after getting over your pride, you allowed Jungkook to show you around the exercise room and even let him show you how to use each piece of equipment. Truth be told, getting a gym membership had always been something you wanted to do but could never seem to find the time or the money. Now it was like you had your own personal trainer with your own personal gym and it was all free.

Jungkook wasn’t all bad despite the fact that he had kidnapped you and was holding you captive. Despite being a vampire with his long canines, his red eyes, and his love for blood spiked wines, he wasn’t any less human than yourself. He wasn’t kidding when he said he loved to work in the kitchen. The guy was an amazing cook! Meals that you would have normally paid an arm and a leg for, you got for free because Jungkook made it for you.

The guy worked a normal day job, cooked, did yard work, had hobbies. The only reason he didn’t clean around the house was because you had insisted that you needed something to do while he was gone during the day. Not to mention you felt absolutely terrible now. As in you felt like a Grade A Moocher. It was hard to remember that you were technically being held here against your will when you were living such a high life.

You had just finished up cleaning your personal bathroom and was putting the cleaning caddy away in the storage closet located in the hallway when you heard the front door open. What you weren’t expecting was to hear high pitched squeaking sounds filling the bottom floor of the house along with a very panicked sounding vampire.

“Yah yah. Shush. You’re supposed to be a surprise!”

Curiosity getting the better of you, your feet quickly guided you to the top of the stairs only to see a very flustered looking Jungkook trying to keep a squirming----

“Puppy!! Oh my god!! Look how cute!!”

Yes. In the vampire’s arms was a very excited looking puppy. It’s coat white as snow. Couldn’t have been more than a few weeks old because you could tell it had just opened it’s eyes and it’s paws were still very fleshy and pink-like. Along with that, the ears looked like cute little flaps on the top of it’s head. Not even listening to Jungkook telling you to be careful about going down the stairs so fast, you quickly reached the bottom and nearly ran into him in your haste to get your greedy hands on the cute little fluff ball.

“Oh my gosh!----Gender? Name? Breed? Details, Kook. I need details. Oh my goodness you’re such a cute little thing, aren’t you!?”

The male couldn’t help but smile fondly with amusement sparkling in his ruby red eyes. Honestly, he had been on the fence about doing this. Getting you a pet. However, seeing the look on your face and how you lit up like the brightest star, he knew he had made the right decision. It was no secret to him that you felt lonely and cut off from the world because that’s exactly what he had done to you. He cut you off from having any other human interactions. Despite how good you had it here, he knew this was no way for you to live.

The guilt had ate away at him and he knew he needed to do something to give himself peace of mind. Otherwise, he was just going to sit in that stupid study of his reading through books trying to find answers and only causing himself more grief knowing what he was doing to you. Honestly, that’s why he always went the extra mile to make you happy. Whether it be fixing your favorites for dinner or buying anything you wanted online and throwing in express shipping. It was a constant tug of war in his mind and in his heart.

“It’s a boy and he’s a pure bred Korean Jindo. I felt he would be the best for you because jindos are extremely loyal and smart. They’re Korea’s hunting dog after all. I figured he could keep you company and look after you while I’m away during the day at work.”

Hearing all of this, it clicked in your mind what he was actually saying and you couldn’t help but ignore the puppy trying to lick your face as you gave your full attention to Jungkook; surprise and shock written all over your face. Not even registering the fact that you were being smothered in wet puppy kisses all over your cheek, you asked in genuine surprise,

“You mean.......he’s mine? You mean....you got him for me?”

Jungkook couldn’t decide if your surprise amused him or broke his heart. Your shock was so pure and genuine. There wasn’t a trace of bitterness or sarcasm in your voice either. He could see it in your eyes and hear it in the change of your heart beat. You were touched by his gesture and perhaps that was something comforting rather than something sad. Smiling and nodding, suddenly feeling a bit timid, he replied in a small and shy voice,

“Yes. He’s yours. That’s why I haven’t picked out a name for him yet. You’re his mother now so you should be the one to name him.”

Touched. You were absolutely positively touched by this huge gesture of his. Taking it all in, you realized this was the first thing that Jungkook’s done for you without you having to ask for it. Sure he had made you meals but not before asking what you wanted to eat. But this......Gosh this was on a whole other level. Staring down at the precious little canine as he let out an adorable yawn and a squeak to go along with it, you knew the perfect name for him.

“Hajun. His name is Hajun.”

You looked up from the pup who was making himself comfortable being cradled in your arms and saw the odd look on the vampire’s face. It was a look you had never seen before. He looked....so happy and at peace? Perhaps there was even.....love in his eyes? No---Maybe it was just fondness? Gah you didn’t know. And just like that, it was gone. Clearing his throat, said vampire put on his usual dazzling smile and offered casually,

“Why don’t I start dinner and then while it’s cooking, we can hang in the kitchen and look up some stuff for him, hmm? He’s going to need a lot of stuff. Like a dog bed, food and water bowl, some toys. And if we want to start him out on puppy pads, we’ll need some of those too.”

“Okay! That sounds awesome!”

You had spoken in an excited whisper as you didn’t want to disturb the cute little pup still trying to nap in your arms. Gosh he was so precious and small. Well to you he was. He’d occasionally let out a tiny squeaky whine and you just wanted to coo out loud over how adorable it sounded. Gosh were you getting baby fever or something? Then again......Jungkook had said himself that you were this little guy’s mother. Not even thinking anything of it, you said out loud in a casual tone,

“We’re gonna co-parent, right? I’m his mother but you’re his father, yeah?”

Dear god he nearly dropped the jar of pasta sauce he had been holding. Did you have any idea what you did to him just now??? His heart hadn’t moved within his chest for years but it seemed like you were doing your hardest to make that change. Thank goodness you were still in the foyer and he was in the kitchen so that you couldn’t see what an emotional mess he was. Composing himself, he replied back casually,

“Of course. It would be my honor to be his father. We’ll make the best puppy parents.”

Okay his voice cracked a bit there and went up an octave but hopefully it didn’t seem out of the ordinary to you. Jungkook was a freaking vampire. Nothing was supposed to make him sweat but boy were you pushing it. He really really needed to find some answers or the mystery that was you was going to be what drove him to insanity. If only you knew the things you did to him by merely existing. He was beginning to think those dusty old books in his library weren’t going to tell him squat and that irked him.

And yet it gave him the best excuse to keep you here. Close to him.

While the pasta boiled and the sauce was simmering, you had since plopped yourself into one of the chairs at the dining table that shared an open space with the kitchen itself. So it was like the dining area and kitchen were all one room, really. Which you kind of liked for when you wanted a second helping of Kook’s amazing cooking. Kook the Cook as you had once called him. You’d never forget the way he had cutely scrunched up his nose, acting as if he didn’t totally love it.

After picking out an adorable bed along with a set of water and food bowls that had cute sayings on them, it seemed super easy from there on out to pick out the rest of the items that Hajun would need. Speaking of, the little pupper was currently wobbling all over the table as he was just learning how to walk. The sight was so precious but you also wanted to focus, so Jungkook offered to watch the little guy and make sure he didn’t fall overboard while you picked out what you wanted.

“Okay. I think I got everything I want for him. Gosh he’s going to love his bed!! And the bowls are so cute!! ‘I woof it down’, how adorable!!”

The vampire couldn’t help but snicker in amusement as he had since then been gently bouncing the puppy in his arms while you practically had spasms over every little thing you bought for the fur ball. He wasn’t sure who was more cute, you or Hajun. With a chuckle, he offered the pup to you so that he could take the laptop and put in his billing and shipping information. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see you gently rubbing your nose against Hajun’s as the canine tried to lick your lips in pure innocent joy.

He had definitely made the right decision.

“Okay. Everything’s ordered and will be here in two days. I’m gonna finish dinner but I’ve got another surprise where that’s concerned so shoo shoo. Out of my kitchen. Go give Hajun a tour of the house.”

4 MONTHS AFTER YOUR KIDNAPPING....

“W-What?”

You sat there in shock as you heard the words fall from Jungkook’s mouth. The two of you were in his study. The first time you had ever been allowed in the room. You had just finished lunch and took Hajun for a walk around the estate (yes Jungkook had even let you out of the house!) when the vampire had called you front the sliding back door and requested that you join him for a conversation. You hadn’t thought anything of it......till now.

He looked so sad, too. Although he was trying his best to conceal it. You’ve been around him long enough to know when he’s trying to put on a brave face and right now he was failing miserably. As if it caused him physical pain, he cleared his throat and said once again,

“You are free to go. I am a man of my word and I told you that once I found the answers I was looking for, I would let you go.”

This didn’t feel right. None of this felt right. No......No no no no no no no no. You refused to believe this was happening. There was this uncomfortable feeling in your mouth like you wanted to puke. You felt weak and shaky and apparently it must have been pretty obvious because the vampire himself looked at you with worry more than sadness.

“Please, little human, say something.”

“I----I don’t understand. I----I don’t know how to feel right now. I----We----You---”

Letting out a groan of frustration, you were happy to see that he was giving you your time to get your thoughts together so that you could continue. It just didn’t make any sense. In fact, he had never even told you why he was looking for answers or what answers he thought he was going to find. He had kept you completely out of the loop and now he was just going to let you go? After you had time to......to.......

Get attached.

“What did you find? You’ve not told me anything about these answers you’re looking for that you’ve suddenly found. Don’t I get to know too before you just throw me out? And what about Hajun? He needs both of us. Both his parents.”

There you go again. Warming and breaking his heart all at the same time. He was beginning to think you had some magical abilities of your own. Trying his best not to anger you any further than you already were, he offered an apologetic smile before speaking softly in that soothing voice you had become so accustomed to hearing.

“My sweet little human. My precious flower. I am sorry to have upset you. I figured you’d be happy to finally be free. You can go out and live in the world again just as you had done before. You of course will be taking Hajun with you. I would never keep you two apart.”

Well now you were just ticked to the point of tears. Your eyes burned as the salt water welled up around them. Jaw tightened as you tried to control your breathing through your nose. To say you were upset would be an understatement. Throwing your hands on the arm rests of the chair you were sitting in, you suddenly shouted,

“I don’t want to leave, you idiot! I love you!”

Well dang. It seemed neither one of you expected that to be what came flying out of your mouth. Well.....you had known quite some time ago that you didn’t want to leave. Granted it had taken some time to come to terms with but you eventually did it. However, you hadn’t dared tell the vampire such news because.....well......you didn’t really know why you hadn’t told him.

You had just told him you loved him. Jungkook stared at you for what felt like an eternity when it was really only a couple minutes. It was hard for you to read his face as his expression was fairly blank save for the surprise in his eyes. Despite how mysterious he tried to be, his eyes really were like windows to his soul. Perhaps he had even been that way when he was human.

“You......You love me.....”

“Ye---Yes. I do. Don’t ask me why right now but yes. I love you, Jerkface. And you better tell me you love me back or I’m gonna have Hajunnie chew your balls clean off.”

Of course this caused the male to bust out laughing as his face instantly scrunched up in that adorable way that you had become so used to seeing. His eyes squinted shut and his nose did that cute scrunch and dear god those cute bunny teeth of his. He ended up throwing himself back into his chair as his laughter rang through the room.

Seeing him happy made you happy. And perhaps that’s when you realized you were falling in love with Jungkook the Dorky Vampire. Kook the Cook. Hajun’s father. Perhaps you finally understood why people in love always claimed that their significant other was their everything.

Jungkook was your everything.

Wanting to wipe that smile off his face, you smirked and practically snuck up on him as you suddenly made yourself at home in his lap; straddling him and placing your hands on his shoulders. This immediately quieted him as his head that had been thrown back in laughter was quickly snapping back up to see what you were doing. This was the closest you had ever been to him physically and now that you were, you didn’t realize how vibrant his red eyes really were.

“What do you think you’re doing, flower?”

“Want to know why I picked Hajun for a name?”

He hadn’t expected you to reply to his question with a question of your own. It seemed kind of random to him. The conversation had been about the two of you, not the fluffy little son the both of you shared. However, now curiosity was getting the better of him, so with a nod of his head, you grinned and said casually,

“Ha can mean summer, great, and grand. Since it was summer at the time, I though that would be appropriate. However, Jun means approve and permit. Meaning.....”

He was still trying to figure out where you were going with this little explanation and how it related to the two of you when your mischievous grin turned into a warm smile filled with love and soft eyes to match. If his heart could beat, it would have pounded right out of his chest. Feeling your fingers lightly caressing his cheek, you finally said,

“Meaning I accept this. I accept you. I approve of you and I am officially permitting you to keep me captive permanently.....Because you’ve managed to successfully hold my heart captive for a while now and I don’t want you to set it free.”

Dreaming. This has to be a dream. Jungkook was going to wake up any minute now and discover this was all some wonderful dream that was going to haunt him for the rest of his days. But he sat there in his desk chair blinking and blinking. Nope. You were still there; sitting in his lap and straddling him looking absolutely gorgeous in your over sized t-shirt and sweats. Just like him. You two had become quite the peas in a pod it would seem.

“May I kiss you?”

“Jungkook, I just told you I loved you in two different ways. If you don’t kiss me I’m going to be very insulted and you’ll be sleeping in Hajun’s bed and Hajun will be sleeping with me.”

Speaking of, their precious pupper had grown quite a lot in such a short amount of time. Jindos were meant to grow into pretty decent sized dogs so you had been enjoying your time with him while he was still a small little thing as much as you could. He wasn’t going to be tiny for long, that’s for sure. You guys were going to have to buy him a larger bed before you knew it. It was then that a soft pair of cold lips pressed gently against your own.

Your first kiss with the vampire was magical. Despite the coolness of his lips, they really were soft. Softer than you expected coming from someone who was supposed to be dead. You could tell he was nervous and uncertain so you helped him along and tilted your head a bit so that you could deepen the kiss. Part of you wondered if he had ever kissed a girl before. Or kissed anyone for that matter.

That little push appeared to do the trick because he was growing bolder by bringing you closer in his lap so that your hips were pressed firmly against his own. His confidence seemed to only grow as he used a hand to gently cradle the back of your head so that he could better take control of the situation and you gladly gave him that control. Mewling into his mouth when he suddenly trapped your bottom lip between his teeth, you couldn’t help but grip his shoulders a little tighter.

Then.....something happened. Something that you definitely weren’t expecting after kissing your vampire captor turned crush turned lover. It was like hearing steam rolling from a humidifier or something. Opening your eyes and pulling away, you looked at Jungkook to see him slowly opening his eyes as well. The sight shocked you both speechless and wide eyed.

Indeed, steam was literally seeping out of the vampire’s body. Up and up the steam poured till it eventually started to form a shape just a few paces away from where you both sat at the desk. Suspended in midair was a foggy, smokey looking bat as it gently flapped it’s wispy wings. You watched with a hanging jaw as the bundle of smoke flapped it’s wings one last time before flying out the open window. Open to let the approaching autumn breeze in.

“What the----”

Looking back at the male, you gasped at what you saw. Eyes no longer red stared on at the window in shock and confusion but with a sparkle to them. Skin that was once porcelain now a beautiful shade of tan. Not too dark. Just the right amount. As if he had just gotten a good dose of sun. And the warmth. He was warm. It was as if.......As if......

Jungkook was human again.

Without even thinking to ask for permission first, or to at least say something to the poor man, you quickly lifted up his shirt just enough to place a hand on his chest where his heart should be. Sure enough, you could feel a beat. It was a bit rapid but that was to be expected. This had to be just as much of a shock to him as it was to you. If not more. Letting out a squeal of excitement, you suddenly tore your hand from under his shirt only to take his shoulders and shake them with pure joy.

“Jungkook!! You’re not a vampire anymore!!”

Meanwhile, the poor man had been stuck like a broken record as he tried to process what the heck just happened. So it was true??? What he had been researching for----hoping for-----wishing for----It was real! The whole reason he had called you into his study. He had found the answer he was looking for but he realized that once he found it......

Gently taking your hands off his shoulders so that he could gingerly hold them in his own, he couldn’t get over how perfectly your fingers entwined with his. Your small hands were made for his larger ones. Waiting for you to calm down, he gave you a warm and loving smile. You were practically glowing with happiness and for the first time in quite a long time, he felt his heart fluttering in his chest.

“My precious flower. My beautiful purple rose. I have a confession to make.”

Uh oh.....

“I kind of already knew that if you were to kiss me.....it would break my curse.”

Not giving you time to say anything, he quickly added on in explanation; knowing you’d react a little better once you understood what he meant.

“The answers I’ve been searching for all this time.....it was you. It was always to do with you because you were the one who could set me free. I just simply had to be sure. It is said that a real love’s kiss can reverse the transformation of a vampire. Therefore, the kiss does not work on purebred vampires. But since I was turned.....”

Taking a quick pause for breath that he normally didn’t need to worry about, he went on to explain himself further.

“However, I said I was a man of my word. The deal was that once I found the answers I was looking for, I would let you go. Of course, there was a part of me that wanted to trick you into kissing me. I’ve been desperate to be free of this curse for years. Decades. Centuries. But I realized......”

He gave you a warm and soft smile; eyes full of apology and yet love.

“I couldn’t do it. Because I’ve fallen so hard for you, my flower. And when you love someone, you put them before yourself. You think of them and their happiness before your own. So I knew what I had to do. I had to let you go. Because it was what you wanted. My love for you is stronger than my desire to be free.”

That definitely was not what you were expecting to hear when he said he had a confession to make. You sat there on his lap with your eyes frozen open and your mouth hanging in shock. However, you managed to blink once, twice and finally snapped out of it before saying in a breathless whisper,

“You......You really love me too?”

“Of course. How could I not? You’re strong, courageous, sweet, caring, funny. Seeing you with Hajun when I get home from work makes me want to put a ring on your finger so badly every time I walk in through that bloody front door. I started fantasizing about what it’d be like to take you out on the town or take you on a vacation with me. I want it all with you, my darling. If you’ll still have me....”

Was that even a question at this point??? Rather than responding with words, you responded with action. You were done talking for a bit. All you wanted now was some time to finally be able to openly and freely love on this man. The irony of it all still baffled you but that was something to be dealt with later. Right now, you just simply wanted him. All. Of. Him.

That was how Jungkook suddenly found his head being yanked up by the roots of his hair and his mouth suddenly being smothered by your own in a heated kiss. You really knew how to take his breath away, huh? Despite his slight delayed reaction, the man’s brain finally kick-started and his hands found purchase on your hips once more. Guess you were gonna have him after all. Good to know. You broke the kiss long enough to mumble,

“Take me to bed, Jungkook. Now.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Just like that, the male grabbed a firm hold of you and lifted the both of you out of the desk chair. Blindly kicking it somewhere behind him so that he wouldn’t risk tripping, he got a better grip on you and started to carry you out of his study. He knew just where to take you. Meanwhile, you were going to town on his poor neck. Biting, sucking, and licking; turning his neck into a map of the galaxy itself. It was going to take a lot of makeup to look decent for work tomorrow. Deep down, he didn’t mind it one bit.

Swinging the door to his bedroom open, the young man wasted no time in playfully tossing you onto his king sized bed. Yes. His bed. And lord did you look perfect there laying on it all sprawled out with your hair fanning every which direction. Dare he say, your lips looked a bit red and swollen. Probably from assaulting his neck just a minute ago. Looking like a predator as he crawled up after you, he sounded more like a child as he said with a whine,

“Pleeeeaaassssse can I put a ring on your finger??? Pretty please? What is it you humans used to say? ‘With a cherry on top’. That’s it, right?”

You couldn’t help but let out a snort of laughter as you stared up at the practical man-child hovering above you. His muscular frame didn’t match his baby boy pout and puppy eyes at all. Reaching up and playfully tapping at his nose, you said soothingly but perhaps a little teasingly,

“Kookie, we only just discovered that we love each other all of two minutes ago. Wouldn’t it be too soon? Shouldn’t we see if this whole couple thing will work out first? And for the record, you’re a human now too.”

Hmm. Even after all this time, you were still the tough cookie to crumble it would seem. Well......Jungkook would just have to fix that, wouldn’t he? Suddenly smirking, the male was quick and sly as he suddenly trapped that finger of yours between his teeth. The suddenness of the whole thing caused a soft gasp to leave your lips. What you witnessed next made your core clench around nothing.

His sharp onyx orbs never leaving your own, he slowly began to suck on the digit that he had successfully captured between his teeth. Gone was the whiny man-child and in it’s place hovered a man hungry for something. Hungry for you. The predator was back and that left you stuck being the prey. Couldn’t say you minded, though. It was then that a sudden idea popped into your head and it was your turn to smirk.

“Okay, big boy. Let’s make a wager. You give me a mind blowing orgasm and I’ll marry you. How about that?”

“Deal.”

With the challenge accepted, Jungkook knew exactly how he wanted this to play out and if everything went according to plan, you’d be Mrs. Jeon before the night was over and it wasn’t even dinner time yet. He always did believe that life was too short and that one should enjoy dessert first....

Climbing off of you, he nearly skipped like a happy child as he went towards his walk-in closet. Swinging one of the doors open, he closely inspected his collection of suit ties and grabbed a silky violet one and a midnight black one. This was going to be so freaking fun for him! It had been too long since he was sexually active and now that he found what he believed to be the woman of his dreams, this moment had been long overdue for him. He could only hope you would enjoy it to. After all, that was the whole point of this bet.

Although you both knew that despite the playful nature you were both exuding on the surface, this moment held a lot more meaning underneath. Behind every teasing look or gesture, there was love. Sure this would be sexy as hell, but this was also about love making. He wanted to show you just how much he truly had fallen for you and that he was serious as a heart attack when he said he wanted to wife you up. With both ties in hand, he slowly made his way back to you while speaking in a tone of explanation,

“The human body holds five basic senses. Touch, sound, sight, taste, and smell. You, on the other hand, will only have three by the time I’m done with you. So....I need to ask.....”

Dear god your body was already heating up with excitement and your core ached something awful. You could feel it physically throbbing and couldn’t stop your thighs from clamping and rubbing together. He couldn’t just spat stuff out like that and then leave you hanging. With a shaky nod of your head, his eyes and smile softened a bit as he asked with sincerity and seriousness,

“Do you trust me?”

“Of course. With my everything.”

It wasn’t even a question for you, really. Granted, a few months ago you would have told him ‘hell no’. But things were different now. Despite his illegal methods, Jungkook was a wonderful man. A man that any woman would be crazy to turn down. Kind of made you rethink your initial refusal to marry him. However, you were torn out of your thoughts when the young male smiled in relief and spoke softly,

“Good. Because you can. You can always trust me. I promise you that.”

With another nod of your approval, the male flashes you a charming smile before getting to work on his plan that would ensure him victory. Climbing onto the bed once more, he was perched on his knees while setting the violet tie down next to you and lifting the black one up in front of himself. That smile turning into a smirk, he began explaining in a casual yet suggestive tone,

“It’s been proven that when one of the five senses gets cut off, that brain power used to control that sense gets put to use on the other remaining senses. So.....If I were to just do something like this.....”

And that was when you suddenly found yourself shrouded in darkness. You heard him softly and sweetly ask you to turn your head so that he could tie the blindfold and dear god you were in so much trouble. Perhaps you should have either been more specific with your bet or not placed the bet at all. This wasn’t gonna end well for you.....Well......depending on how one wanted to look at it. Swallowing hard, you asked in sudden curiosity,

“Now what?”

“Next, I’m going to tie your hands above your head to the headboard. But don’t worry, my love. None of the restraints are going to leave a mark unless you fight them enough.”

Wow, he was right. No longer having your eyesight made all your other senses increase. Especially your sense of hearing because you were having to rely on that more than anything else at the moment. In fact, you hadn’t realized how hard you were breathing till you heard it with your own ears. Before you knew it, Jungkook had successfully taken the remaining silk tie and had your hands secured above your head. Just like he wanted.

Laying there, you played through in your head the five senses again. He said you’d be left with only three by the time he was done. He had cut off your sense of sight so that left you with touch, smell, sound, and taste. You had been so lost in thought and calculating that you hadn’t heard the male get up from the bed till he was climbing back on once more. And even then you only knew this because you could feel the bed dip and heard him approaching.

“This is where you need to trust me, okay? In my hands are ear plugs. If the idea makes you uncomfortable, you need to tell me now. Okay, my flower?”

“I can take it. I can handle it. Please just touch me already. I can’t wait much longer.”

It’s true. You were literally squirming under him as he had you straddled between his legs. This was so freaking hot and sexy! Never before have you thought of implementing bondage in the form of losing your hearing. Sure the blindfold was a classic but hearing!? Genius! Or maybe your sex life had just been that bland and vanilla??? Either way. You were officially throwing in the towel. Bet or no bet, you wanted this. You needed this.

His dark chuckles soon became muffled as you felt him carefully inserting the ear plugs one at a time. Oh god. Oh god. You could feel your breathing increase and you’re pretty sure your panties were absolutely soaked. Even just feeling him shift on the bed had you gasping in surprise; amazed at how much your sense of touch had increased from losing both your sight and your hearing.

The five human senses really were incredible, huh?

Now that he had you all sorted and ready to go, the sight was unbelievably delicious. Oh yes. His first real ‘meal’ after being human again. He couldn’t imagine it any other way. Dessert really should always be eaten first. Subconsciously licking his lips that had suddenly became quite dry, he moved into action while still admiring your beautiful form.

Your poor chest was heaving as you adjusted to the changes in your senses. It was plain to see you had never done something quite as adventurous before. Good. This would only help his chances of winning the bet. Of course it was just a bet but......Jungkook was competitive by nature and so it was only natural for him to want to win. But having you here and having you say you loved him......He had already won the best prize of all.

Not wanting to shock you too much, he gently rested his hands on your hips and slowly rubbed at the skin there in what he hoped to be soothing motions. He would have told you to try and relax but he knew you wouldn’t hear him. Or at least you wouldn’t hear him well enough to know what he was saying. Instead, he tried to ease you up by massaging your hips, already feeling you relax a little bit. Good. Now maybe he could enjoy this without worrying if you were going to pass out from lack of oxygen to your brain.

First off, he had to get you out of some of these clothes. They were all in his way and that was just unacceptable. With a soft huff through his nose, he began by lifting your shirt so that it was bunched up just over the swell of your breasts. Had he still been a vampire, he probably could have just ripped the thing right down the middle but those days were over. Thank goodness. Reaching underneath you, he worked on unclasping your bra and was thankful to see you acting on instinct and arching your back for him to make things easier.

Shoving the offensive contraption out of his way, he eagerly leaned forward to capture your left bud in his mouth. You should have expected it. You really should have. But judging from the way your body was instantly arching and the audible gasp that left your lips told him otherwise. Or perhaps you were finally realizing just how strong your sense of touch had become. Yes. He had you. Hook, line, and sinker.

While his mouth busied himself with your left breast, his one hand made itself acquainted with your right breast, tweaking and teasing your sensitive nub. Meanwhile, he was using his other hand to help keep himself balanced so that he wouldn’t crush you under his weight. The guy was pure muscle, after all. Your moans quickly filled the room and that was when another idea struck him. Gosh you made his mind think such filthy things, didn’t you? This was all your fault. He was certain of it.

Not quite finished enjoying the swell of your bosom, he allowed himself a few more minutes of suckling and nibbling at your nipples. He wanted them nice and red and perky. Gosh where was his cell phone when he needed it??? A camera. He needed pictures. Meanwhile, he could feel you squirming under his lips and whining loudly in his ear. Then again, you probably didn’t even know how loud you were being with those ear plugs in.

Having his fill of your beasts and pleased with how much it affected you, he moved on to the next phase of his plan and where his latest idea had sprouted from. Carefully moving down your body, he was relieved to see you calming down already. So sensitive. He loved it. Now down towards the end of the bed, he began working on getting your sweatpants off along with your panties. Yet again, you knew to help him by lifting your hips and in a flash, your bottom half was completely naked.

Tossing your sweatpants somewhere to the side, his main focus was on your panties that he held in front of him. God you smelled amazing. Not being able to resist the temptation of it all, he eagerly pressed the dampen cloth to his nose and inhaled deeply. Dessert would be oh-so sweet. Yes it would. Without another second wasted, the male crawled back up your body with panties in hand before he carefully eased your mouth open.

Bloody hell what was this man up to??? Your mind reeled with possibilities as you laid there with absolutely no eyesight and no way of hearing anything. Every time you thought you could catch your breath, he’d find some way to snatch it right from your lungs. You’d had your nipples played with before but what he just did there was on a whole other level. His mouth was magical. You were convinced. But then he was going and prying your own mouth open. Jungkook. Always full of surprises.

The next thing you knew, something soft and damp was being stuffed into your mouth. What the----were those your panties!!?!? Oh good lord!! You didn’t know if you wanted to be completely mortified, absolutely furious, or totally turned on right now. Apparently Jungkook wasn’t going to give you time to decide because not a minute later, he was back down at your feet and it was like a shock wave had been sent straight through your body. From the tips of your toes, all the way to the crown of your head and everywhere in between.

Jungkook’s tongue.

Jeon Frickin’ Jungkook was going to eat you out.

You were so done for.

Muffled moans and loud slurping soon filled the bedroom as you instantly tried to struggle against your bounds above your head. Again, this wasn’t your first rodeo but, Jungkook was making it seem that way. Gosh what were you? A virgin??? No. You knew exactly what it was. You were too gosh darn sensitive. That’s what it was. It was like having your vibrator set to the highest right off the bat. You couldn’t control your body as you tried to squirm away. Too sensitive. Too sensitive! Yet it felt so so good.

Meanwhile, the male was having a feast all the while trying to keep you still. Your hips had bucked almost violently into his face and that’s when he knew he needed to hold you down with some force to it. Keeping your hips locked down in place, he threw your legs over his shoulders and got into a better and more comfortable position so he could enjoy his meal a little better. God you tasted like heaven. The most sinful kind.

Attaching his lips to your swollen, aching clit, he risked taking a hand off your hip so that he could ease a single digit into your fluttering core. The muffled moan that came from you could have meant two things. You either liked it or it brought some discomfort. Making sure he coated his finger with your natural juices, he tried once more and......there it was. Much better. Those were the moans he wanted to hear you make.

If this was how things were gonna go down, you weren’t going to last very long at all. Nope. Your walls were already trying to suck his single finger in with everything you had. Subconsciously, you tugged and pulled at the silk tie still wrapped around your wrists. Was it just you or did it feel like they were getting tighter? Eh. Your senses were so effed up and turned around now, you didn’t even know. Why were you even thinking about that in the first place. Your soon-to-be husband was giving you the treat of a lifetime here.

In between sucking on your clit, he teasingly drew circles and figure eights over the poor abused bundle of nerves. But he didn’t want to stop there. No. Oh no. He needed to stretch you out before moving forward with his plan. With that thought in mind, he carefully entered another finger into your sopping core and heard you let out another moan. He could feel your hips twitching and trying to buck against his hold but he remained firm in his resolution.

Adding a third finger had you feeling deliciously full and made your walls clench around all three digits as Jungkook worked you to heaven and back. Unlike your own, his fingers were able to reach spots deep inside you that you could only dream of. More specifically your sweet spot. Although your sight had been cut off due to the blindfold, that didn’t stop the stars from bursting behind your eyes and the moan from drowning in your throat. He was ruthless.

Fingers moving faster and lips sucking your clit raw, Jungkook’s face was almost completely covered in your juices as he had his way with you. Almost there. He could feel it in the way that your walls were trying to squeeze off the circulation to his fingertips. He wouldn’t be a bit surprised if you squirted. Seriously. You were soaking him and the bed both. He couldn’t help but internally grin at the mental image of your mortified face.

Just before you could tip over the edge, everything stopped. Fingers were gone as was his mouth. You were about to raise holy hell when suddenly your panties that were soaked in not only your juices, but your saliva as well had been pulled out from your mouth. Good. Because despite your slightly aching jaw, you weren’t going to let this slide. Still blind as a bat and not giving a flying leap if you could hear or not, you started shouting,

“Jeon Jungkook!! You better get back down there before I----”

“Yah! Relax!”

He then quickly but carefully took out the ear plugs and untied the silk tie from your eyes. Thanking the stars that it had started to turn a bit cloudy out, you eased your eyes open only to stare up at a smiling Jungkook. Ugh. Look at that stupid smile on his face. All pleased with himself. Jerkface.

“Give up yet?”

“Absolutely not! You didn’t even let me finish, you jerk! You frickin’ edged me!!”

Laughing with a half fist raised to cover his nose and mouth, his whole body shook with amusement as you just laid there fuming. Even more so, he was so freaking heavy that he had you locked in place underneath him so you couldn’t even try to knee him in the balls or anything. Jerk. Pride and dignity out the window, you whined loudly and tried to wiggle underneath him.

“Koooook. Come oooonnnnnn. Make me cum! Please?! I was so close!”

“Say you’ll marry me first.”

“Ugh! Fine! I’ll marry you! Now gimme that mind blowing orgasm you promised me before I make you sleep outside!”

You should have known you wouldn’t win that bet. You should probably be thinking more smarter about this whole thing. Marriage was a big deal. But so was being kidnapped and held hostage for four months and look where that got you. Maybe things would be okay. The two of you could make it work. You never know till you try, right? What’s life without a little reckless decision making and taking some huge risks?

Speaking of huge.......

“Oh my god, Kook! It’s not going to fit! Stop stop!”

“Will you just relax for one minute???”

Letting out a soft whine of defiance, you watched with eyes filled to the brim in nervousness as the male had tugged both his sweatpants and boxer briefs down in one go. He was huge! There was no way he was going to fit. No way! Whimpering, you instinctively tried to move away from him but strong yet careful hands kept you in place. With a soft shush, Jungkook’s voice washed over you in a soothing tone.

“Hey. Hey. Flower. Ease. Ease. You said you trust me, right?”

Not realizing you had shut your eyes, you slowly opened them back up to stare into the soft yet sparkling orbs of your lover. The warm smile on his face instantly calmed your frazzled nerves. You couldn’t help it. You were sensitive. Your body had just about reached it’s high and then it all came to a stop. You were still adjusting to having all five of your senses back and it was just really hard to fathom how his length was going to fit. You hadn’t had sex in forever.

“Ye-Yes. I trust you. I really do. I’m just scared. It’s been awhile.”

“And there’s nothing wrong with being scared. But you can trust me. Okay? I’ll go slow. We’ll take this in baby steps.”

With your nod of approval and official consent to proceed, Jungkook carefully untied your wrists so that he could take both of your hands in his and gently kiss at the slight red marks the silky fabric had left in it’s wake. With that same warm smile of reassurance and love on his face, he instructed in a soft and soothing voice,

“Now, I want you to plant your hands wherever you need to, okay? Try not to worry. I got you. You’re safe with me. I promise.”

Okay. Maybe it was a good thing he was trying to wife you up because you’d be absolutely stupid not to marry this guy. Nodding once more, you decided to simply wrap your arms around him with your dull nails already trying to dig into his back as if to brace yourself. When he felt you were comfortable and one hundred percent ready, he slowly eased himself till the tip of his cock was gently prodding your entrance. He had already been at half mast for awhile but there was something about seeing your smaller figure laying there underneath him that had him up to full height in no time.

“Ease, my love. You’re fine. Everything’s alright.”

Swallowing and nodding, you shut your eyes tight as you felt Jungkook slicking up his length with your natural lubrication. Even that alone had you shivering and letting out a feeble moan. This was it. Here we go. Biting your bottom lip hard enough to risk breaking skin and eyes still shut tight, you felt him ease himself further till the head of his cock was gently pushing against your opening. Granted he had managed to stretch you out a bit with his fingers earlier but you were just so wound up and tense. He needed to distract you.

With a plan in mind, the male leaned down and gently started to nibble at your neck; searching for that spot that would help send you to the moon with euphoria and in turn make the perfect distraction for you. An open mouthed kiss here and a gentle suck there. Nudging his nose along the skin of your neck, he reached up and gently tugged on your earlobe before whispering softly,

“Relax, my flower. Just trust me.”

Leaning back down to your neck, he could feel your muscles relaxing a little. Taking this chance while he had it, he used this moment to ease his hips further and sure enough, the tip of his cock breached your entrance. There. The scary part was over as far as he was concerned. But wow! You were so warm and so tight. Okay. Okay. He had to focus. Think of you before himself. Those were his words and he was a man of his word. Vampire or not.

Okay. Okay. You could do this. He was in. He was in and your koochie hadn’t split in two yet. Wow he was so big! Seriously! Had you seriously went so long without having sex that you were suddenly a virgin all over again? Or was he just that big??? You didn’t know but suddenly you felt his teeth bite your neck and a wave of pleasure coursed through you causing your walls to clench around him; making you both moan in union.

Dear god he shouldn’t have done that. Why? Because the way your walls just clenched around him like a boa constrictor had him seeing stars and made his hips twitch just the slightest. Okay. Let’s not do that again just yet. No more biting. Not till he was fully sheathed in you and he could have his way with you. Taking a deep breath himself, he stared down at you and waited for your next nod of approval.

Slowly but surely, he was easing himself in till he bottomed out and the two of you shared a sigh of relief. Jungkook had his forehead pressed against your own as he licked his lips before teasingly licking your own. Bless your heart. You were taking his size like a trooper. He’d make sure to get you whatever ring your heart desired after this was all over. You deserved it and so much more. As he planted sweet and teasing kisses all over your face, you couldn’t help but giggle in bashfulness before saying softly,

“Okay, Kook. You can move. I think I’m good.”

“Very well, my love. You’re doing so well. I love you so much.”

“I love you too.”

Being as careful as if he were handling precious glass, he eased his hips back and watched for any sign of discomfort that might flash across your face before slowly pushing himself back in. God you felt amazing. So warm and tight. He just couldn’t get over the amazing feeling of being inside you like this. Raw with no boundaries. Granted, he was going to have to try and remember to pull out. You were on the pill but that wasn’t guaranteed and he never dreamed that he’d find a mate so condoms weren’t exactly something he had lying around the house.

“Faster. Harder!”

“Oh? You mean like......this?”

He was such a show-off. One minute you were digging your nails into the fabric of his shirt only for him to pry your hands away so that he could quickly rid himself of the offending article of clothing. Once he was completely naked and still sheathed deep inside you, he made just as quick work of your own shirt and bra that was already half off anyway. There. Both of you were completely naked now. Grinning, he said with a deep voice,

“I’ll show you faster. I’ll show you harder. Be careful what you wish for, my love.”

Oh boy----

Suddenly pulling out, he had you flipped over onto your hands and knees in a flash. Were you guys one hundred percent certain there wasn’t still some vampire in his blood? Because dang that happened super fast. You didn’t have time to think on it further because the man in question suddenly stuffed you full of his cock once more; causing you to let out a small cry of pleasure and pain. God he was so big. Seriously. It was a miracle he even fit. Your poor pussy.

If walking wasn’t an option before, it definitely wasn’t going to be now. Jungkook may no longer be a vampire, but that didn’t seem to slow down his super strength any. Your body felt like it was being jerked back and forth at a rapid pace and you’re pretty sure you were going to have finger-shaped imprints on your hips by the time this was all over.

Jeon Jungkook was still a freaking beast, man.

“Ju-un-ko-oo-ook.”

You couldn’t even say a single word without it being broken into thrust-paced syllables as the male dominated you like the animal he had turned into. It was hot as hell. You definitely weren’t complaining. But you would be in the morning. Your hands gripped the bed sheets beneath you with white knuckles as you felt your end quickly approaching again. Trying to get a full sentence out this time, you managed to cry out,

“I’m close!”

“Me too, babe. Me too!”

He knew just how to get you to that mind blowing release he had promised you. With one muscular arm wrapping around your middle, he hoisted you up till you were both on your knees with your back pressed and practically molded against his chest; both of your skin slick with sweat. With his other hand, he quickly reached down and started to furiously rub your clit, causing you to let out another cry of pleasure.

“Oh god! Yes! Just like that! More! More!”

“Such a greedy little thing, aren’t you? Tell me why you deserve it?”

“Because I agreed to marry you, you jerk!!”

Okay he had to admit......You had a good point. You got him with that one. Grinning like an idiot upon hearing you say the words out loud, he decided to treat you to a little reward and while moving his hips a little harder and a little faster, he rubbed and pinched your clit before leaning in and zoning on your neck so he could bite and suck once more.

Hearing your high pitched moan told him he had found the perfect combination to unlock your release. He could feel it in the way that your walls were starting to spasm around his hard length. Dear god please don’t let him cum inside you. As much as he wanted to......it was for your own protection. That is......till the words came tumbling out of your mouth.

“Kook! Cum with me! Cum inside me! Please!”

Well.....if you insisted. Holy lord the two of you better not regret this later. Don’t get him wrong, of course Jungkook would love to have actual children with you. But he still wanted time with you all to himself. Plus he felt like the two of you were getting lots of good practice in by having Hajun around. He was like a low maintenance baby and the male enjoyed that aspect of parenting. He wanted kids. Just not in this moment.

However, your wish was his command and so he finally brought the both of you to your end because as soon as you started constricting around his cock, it was enough to tip him over the edge as he too let out a loud moan and spilled his load; your walls milking him for everything he was worth. Wow. If his release was anything like yours, he was pretty sure he had delivered and then some because he felt like he was on cloud nine right now.

With a few lingering thrusts to help ride out both of your highs, he took a moment to pause and catch his breath. It had been a long time since he needed to worry about oxygen getting to his lungs and his brain. Wow. He forgot what being human was like. Humans were so fragile compared to vampires. Speaking of fragile......

“You okay, my flower? I didn’t break you, did I?”

“Nah, I’m good. But I don’t think my pussy is ever gonna be the same again. Wow.”

He snorted while you giggled. Perhaps it was the amazing sex you just had, but you were incredibly happy right now. You were full but it was of a different nature. Whole. Perhaps that was the better term you were looking for. You felt whole and complete. Sure you were probably going to be sore beyond belief in the morning but you didn’t care at the moment. All that mattered was being here with Jungkook. The man you once despised and now couldn’t imagine your life without.

Easing his softened length out of your poor abused pussy, Jungkook treated you with care once more as he eased the two of you down and under the covers. It was probably dinner time by now but honestly the male just wanted to take a moment and lay here with you. The woman of his dreams. The one who set him free from a terrible curse. You looked so beautiful laying there with your skin glowing and eyes sparkling with life.

“So tell me, what is it that you love about me? Is it my charming good looks? Maybe the muscles?”

You couldn’t help but giggle like a schoolgirl when he propped himself up with one arm and flexed the other in a dramatic fashion; his face scrunching up in that cute manner that you love so much. In fact, you were still so high from your release that you couldn’t stop giggling at his dorky antics. Trying to stay decent, you covered your mouth before shaking your head and replying back in a teasing tone,

“Nope. Those don’t impress me. But you do make a pretty mean devil’s food cake. What frosting was that you used on it the other night?”

“Double fudge.”

“I knew it! A man after my own heart.”

“Looks like I got it, didn’t I?”

The two of you shared identical smiles of warmth and love as the male reached out to gently tuck a couple crazy strands of hair back behind your ear. Yes. He had certainly captured your heart and you were okay with that. Once upon a time? Absolutely not. If someone had told you that you’d be falling in love with a man who drugged and kidnapped you, you would have laughed in their face. But here you were.

“You know......I was never one for funhouses and that one was creepy as hell.......but I think I could get used to staying in this house. It’s super fun”

“Oh my god. You’re such a dork. Get dressed. Dinner will be ready in 30.”

You giggled as he playfully shoved your shoulder. Grinning like an idiot in love, he leaned down and placed a chaste kiss to your lips before rolling out of bed to head to the bathroom so that he could clean himself up real quick before making dinner. It all felt really domestic and that was when you realized......

Maybe you really did want to marry that dork.

And perhaps even have a kid or two.

Speaking of.......

You rolled over and immediately spotted Hajun sitting at the door with a wagging tail and tongue out just panting away in happiness. Your cheeks instantly flushed the heaviest shade of red as you played a staring contest with your fluffy son before saying in a weak and pleading voice,

“Please tell me you just got here.”

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Mabel’s All-in-One Guide to Being a Shooting Star: How to Avoid Being Caught and Other Tips You Should Know

Chapter Three: Not Dipper

A big ol thank you to @edward-or-ford and @pacific-ship!

He’s so tall and handsome as hell; he’s so bad but he does it so well. I can see the end as it begins.- Taylor Swift, Wildest Dreams

Warmth.

Warmth and safety.

Those were the first things Mabel noticed when she woke up for those few brief seconds, the first things she could recall feeling. She was too tired to open her eyes, and her head was freaking killing her, but there was warmth seeping into her skin like melted butter into bread, and something smelled remarkably good.

It wasn’t a familiar smell, not by any means, but she found she liked it quite a lot. She turned her face towards the warm, smooth fabric the scent was coming from, nuzzling it happily with a small smile.

It didn’t help her killer headache, of course, but her bed or whatever it was, it smelled goooooood, and she was all for it.

She felt as if nothing could touch her, there in that little bubble of delicious-smelling warmth, and she wondered idly if Dipper was around, because she only ever felt so happy and safe when she was with him.

When had she seen him last, again? Mabel couldn’t remember. She couldn’t remember anything, really.

Oh well. Whatever. She was warm. She was safe. She was comfortable. She was happy. She smiled again, just a little bit, as her thoughts faded when she lost consciousness again.

She would not be so content when she woke the second time.

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There was a throbbing in her skull. An intense kind, particularly in her temples and behind her eyes. It hurt worse when she opened her eyes, and it took them several rapid blinks to adjust to lights that were actually quite dim, but with her concussion headache, they seemed ridiculously bright against the blue ceiling.

“Yeesh,” she muttered, sitting up on the… was that a chaise? Yup, okay, that was definitely a chaise. She’d never even seen one in person; those things were for fancy people. Mabel had always been many things, but fancy most certainly wasn’t one of them.

Anyway, she was sitting up on the super-duper fancy chaise, her hands supporting her. “My head, what in the…” Dammit, her wrists and arms hurt, too, those were, ugh, were those rope marks? They sure looked like rope marks.

There was a sound nearby when she spoke loud enough to be heard, but Mabel’s head was throbbing so loudly in her ears that she couldn’t hear much of anything. She massaged the skin on her wrists, trying to get the soreness to dissipate. It didn’t.

And then the whole thing came rushing back.

Shit. Was she married to the gnomes now? Was that gonna be her life? No, no, it was fine, gnome marriage wasn’t legally binding, she didn’t think, and even if it was, it wasn’t legal for somebody to marry a whole bunch of people at once, and it definitely wasn’t legal for that somebody to be an unwilling participant. Therefore, any marriage contracts they may or may not have drawn up were null and void, legally speaking. Which meant she needed to escape. Which meant she needed to figure out where she was.

Wait, what about the blood-gnome? What was up with that? Or, shit, the floating glow-dude! What the heckity hecking heckfire was going on with that shiz?

Suddenly, out of nowhere (or perhaps not truly nowhere; she just hadn’t examined where she was just yet, as she hadn’t looked up), a pair of arms wrapped around her, and her head was squished against a very masculine, yummy-smelling (the same smell as before, actually! What a lovely coincidence!) chest. Mr. Hugglebus reached up and threaded his fingers through Mabel’s hair, holding her head against him.

“Mabel,” a voice whispered, like its owner couldn’t believe he was getting to say her name. It was familiar, but also very much not, and Mabel was, like, off-the-charts levels of confuzzled. “Mabel,” the voice said again. “I thought I’d never see you again.”

It was hard to think with the pounding in her ears, but she did her best to ignore it.

She had bigger things to deal with than a headache, no matter how nasty it was.

“Wh- whoa there, friend,” Mabel said shakily, putting her hand on his chest and pushing away from him lightly. Mr. Hugglebus pulled back enough for Mabel to get a proper look at him, and…

Wait.

What?

“Dipper?” she gasped. He said nothing. “What is up with your hair, man?” she laughed. “Or- or your getup, like! What? You goin’ to a fancy party or something? No, no, wait!” she was giggling, and it hurt her head, but it was just so goddamn good to see him she didn’t care. “Okay okay, I know! You’re doing, like, a knock-off impersonation of Gideon, right?” He furrowed his brow, annoyance filling his ice blue eyes.

But… wait. Ice blue eyes? Dipper has brown eyes. They were identical to hers. She knew this. She’d stared into those stupid-beautiful eyes of his a bazillion and one times. She knew her bro bro’s eyes, aight? She knew those suckers. This guy, though. This guy was different. Like. Different different.

“Are you… are you Dipper? ‘Cause like. The Dipster I know won’t even wear color contacts for cosplay purposes, and those eyes ain’t blue naturally, so…”

It was several moments before he finally spoke. He was gazing at her with this weirdly intense look in his eyes (holy crap, those eyes, they were so pretty, nobody’s eyes should be allowed to be that freakin’ blue) she’d never seen on anyone before.

“I’m not… your Dipper,” his emphasis the ‘your’ was strange, condescending, as if he loathed saying it.

She scooted away, her back hitting the arm of the chaise.

All she could think about was a gnome drenched in blood, babbling in terror before exploding violently.

”Then who are you?” she whispered, eyes wide.

He smiled, and not unkindly, either. It was… strange. It was a kind smile from someone who didn’t look like such things came to them naturally. It was nothing like her twin’s smile.

Nothing like it at all.

It did something to her insides. Something she didn’t understand. Something she didn’t know how to interpret or name.

“Don’t worry,” he murmured, keeping his distance, his legs twitching as if he wanted to get closer to her. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

“Okay,” she said, not believing him in the slightest. ‘Cause. Like. The blood-gnome. Had that been him? Had he done that? She hadn’t seen it, but in retrospect, it totally made sense for him to have done that somehow. “But who are you?” she asked again.

“I’m something of an… alternate version of the Dipper you know.” The more he spoke, the more she found his voice to be different and strange. Plus, he looked so similar to Dipper, but Mabel only ever saw her bro’s birthmark once in a blue moon. This guy had it front and center, and his hair was slicked back, and she lowkey wanted to touch it, just to see what it felt like. His voice was deeper than Dipper’s. More monotone, too. It was bizarre.

It was… it was attractive, is what it was. His look and attitude, the whole shebang, it was just insanely attractive. Wait, no, no! Mabel thought to herself. It’s cool, Mabel girl, you’re all good, everything’s a-okay, it’s just that he looks like your bro, alright? No big deal. Well, okay, you shouldn’t be having those kinds of thoughts about your bro, either, but we’re well past that.

“Alternate… version…?” Wait. Shit. Maybe he was… “Are you the anti-Dipper?” She whispered frantically, trying to back away more as if her back wasn’t already firmly pressed against the armrest. “There’s tons of different versions of me, I know that, but I’ve never seen another version of Dipper, and you look just freakin’ like him except for your whole… style and general demeanor, I guess, so-“ she was trying to get up, but holy hot pockets, that was some serious dizziness right there.

Moreover, was there another Mabel in this universe? She hadn’t seen another Mabel in years. It’d be… interesting to see one again. Wait, shit, if he was the anti-Dipper, there was the anti-Mabel somewhere around there, and Mabel was not at all confident she could currently best the anti-Mabel in a fight. And something told her the anti-Mabel wasn’t exactly one for fighting fair and waiting till she was ready. She wasn’t the meme-worth Inigo Montoya, and this wasn’t The Princess Bride.

Dammit.

Wait, he’d said he’d never expected to see her again. And she’d definitely never met him before, she would’ve remembered a fancy, older version of her bro, which could only mean he was talking about the other Mabel. Had something happened to her? Had she left, maybe?

“I’m not,” he cut in quickly, moving towards her slowly, like she was a feral cat ready to book it at any moment. “I’m not the… anti-Dipper, or whatever it was you said.”

She looked around. They appeared to be in some sort of dressing room. No, wait, it was Gideon’s dressing room! Except it wasn’t, because Not-Dipper was there, lounging on the ultra-fancy chaise as if he owned it, which he might very well have done, because Not-Dipper didn’t exactly look like he was a broke college student.

He looked like he used hundred dollar bills as tissues like Woody Harrelson in Zombieland.

Still very much fighting the urge to attempt to GTFO, as the kids say, Mabel turned back to him. “What are you, then?” He blinked for a moment, as if he were surprised, and then she belted out more questions. “What’s your name? How old are you? You don’t look like you’re the same age as me, which is weird if we’re kinda-sorta-pseudo-twins. Why am I here? Where even is here? How-“

“Okay, let’s do this properly, shall we?” He tilted his head when he spoke, the corners of his lips curling upwards in another one of those strange smiles that did something to Mabel’s insides. “One question at a time,” he said, holding up a long, slender finger. “You can ask me anything you want, and I promise to answer truthfully. However,” he crossed one leg over the other, his foot dangling off his knee, the arm closest to her draping casually over the back of the chaise, “for every question I answer, I get to ask one of you in return. You don’t have to answer me, of course, but if you choose not to, that’ll be the end of our little game,” he paused for a moment. “For the time being, at least. Sound fair?”

She nodded hesitantly. She could stop at any time, right?

“Go ahead, then,” he waved the hand that dangled haphazardly over the chaise.

“What’s your name?”

“Mason William Gleeful, but I’ve always been called Dipper,” he said easily, as if he’d been fully expecting that very question.

“Because of the birthmark, I assume,” Mabel was very careful not to phrase it as a question, not to raise the pitch in her voice at the end of her sentence. She didn’t know how he’d react if she asked two questions in a row.

“A fair assumption,” he agreed with a slight nod and another one of those smiles. Ugh. Could ya not, man? Like, for real, Mabel thought. His smile was most definitely not helping her nausea. “And your name? Your full name, if you would.”

“Oh, um,” was she seriously forgetting her own name? Jeez, Mabel, get it together, he’s not Dipper, get over it! “M- Mabel Caroline Pines,” she managed to stutter out.

“Pines, hm? Interesting. Alright then. Shall I go along with your other questions from before, as well?”

She shook her head. “Actually, I was wondering about your last name,” he raised his eyebrows at her and motioned for her to continue. “There’s a sort of… psychic, I guess is what you’d call him, in my universe, and he has that last name. Is that… I mean… we are in what looks like his dressing room, so…”

“I did shows here,” he said quietly, a strange look in his eye, as if he wasn’t seeing her despite looking right at her. “Once upon a time.”

“Oh. I see,” she squeaked out.

His gaze sharpened on her again, and he was moving closer to her, and Mabel tried to back up further, her sneakers scrambling against the fabric of the chaise. Eeek way too close way too close back the fudge up, man, what are you even-

“Why were you in his dressing room?” He was right in front of her face by that point, like waaaaaaay too close, ‘cause their noses were almost brushing and she could see each individual eyelash, and god his eyes were even more startlingly beautiful up close, and she wanted to reach up and touch-

No no no no, bad, bad Mabel, he’s not your Dipper, this is a different version! she told herself firmly. No touchy!

“We gave each other makeovers,” she said, trying very hard to keep her voice even. When he raised his eyebrows at her, she got mildly defensive. “I was twelve! He was… I dunno, ten or eleven! Jeez!” He chuckled at that, then leaned away from her, satisfied with her answer, she supposed, and resumed his previous position as if he’d never moved from it at all.

As if he hadn’t just sent a chill down her spine that was… not altogether unpleasant, which was significantly more concerning than it would’ve been if she’d hated every second he’d been near her.

She pursed her lips and put it from her mind. “How old are you?”

“Twenty-five,” he said easily. “And you?”

“Nineteen,” she told him quietly, surprised at his age. She glanced at the foot he’d balanced on his knee.

His shoes were fancy, too. Everything about him seemed to be. “Not what you were expecting, I see,” he observed from her expressions. Damn her and her expressive face!

“Well, it makes sense, because you certainly look older than… than my Dipper.” Her voice shook on the word ‘my’.

His hand clenched into a fist.

She didn’t know what to think of it. Was he angry, or did it mean nothing?

“But it also doesn’t make sense, because if it’s a parallel universe, we should be the same age, I would think.”

“Well, not necessarily,” Not-Dipper reasoned. “In some universes, time moves at different rates, from what I’ve gathered. In our case, it’s the same, but it seems I was born earlier. I was born in 1993, whereas you were born in…” he thought for a moment, tilting his head to the side. “1999.”

“Oh.” She’d never noticed that when interacting with other Mabels. Perhaps it was simply because she was too preoccupied with not dying. It had seemed rather urgent at the time.

“Indeed,” he nodded. “So, your questions,” he reminded her after a few seconds of silence.

“Right.” What had they been again? He kept looking at her, she had to get him to stop doing that. It was distracting. His eyes were distracting. She couldn’t think when they were in her, dammit. Oh! That was it! “Where are we?”

“My universe. I found you with and brought you here through a portal,” he stuck a hand in his pocket. “If you meant the locale, however, as I said before, this was our-“ he cut himself off, took a breath. “My dressing room until several years ago, when I stopped performing.”

“I… see,” she said slowly. So where was the other Mabel, then? Shouldn’t there be a fancy, blue-eyed, properly Adult™ version of herself somewhere? She looked around the dressing room (holy crapinoli, she didn’t think she’d ever seen so much blue in one room), but there were no signs of a woman anywhere. There were no perfume bottles or makeup on the vanity, no dresses on the clothing rack, nothing.

How strange.

“Why were you in Gravity Falls?” He asked.

“To get away.” Helooked at her questioningly. Did it count if it was an unspoken question? She wasn’t sure, but she wasn’t risking it. “I needed an escape. College can be… stressful.”

That wasn’t the full reason, of course, but she wasn’t lying, either.

“Interesting.” He tapped his fingers on his leg. How could a person’s fingers be pleasant to look at?

“Why did you bring me here?”

“You needed help,” he said simply, shrugging a shoulder. He winced slightly when he did, but just a bit; the change in expression so minor she wasn’t sure she’d seen it at all. “However did you find yourself kidnapped by gnomes, of all things? Gnomes who wanted you for their queen, no less.”

She looked away. It’d been a long time since she had fought against anything but class schedules and exams she wasn’t prepared for.

“They… caught me off guard,” she told him quietly. “They tried something similar when I was a kid, but they lost. It never occurred to me that they might try again.”

“Gnomes are persistent little things,” he mused. “They dislike losing, and they are quite stubborn. It stands to reason that they’d try again if you’d beaten them before.”

“What… what did you do?” Her voice was quiet, almost a whisper. “To the gnomes, I mean. Unless, of course, I’m misremembering, because there is every chance I am, what with the concussion I very likely have and all, so if I am just say the word, but it seemed pretty dang clear that-“

“I killed them,” he said bluntly. His face was bored, disinterested. Apathetic, even. It didn’t even seem to be bothering him. How could it not be bothering him? Unless…

Unless he’d killed before.

The human brain could get used to just about anything if given enough time.

“You- you killed them,” her voice was horrified, she knew. She could hear it in her tone. Yeah, she’d wanted to get away from them, she’d wanted them to leave her alone, and maybe she’d even wanted to give them a good whack, but she hadn’t wanted them dead.

“Of course I did,” he sounded surprised at her reaction. “They hurt you. They were going to hurt you far worse.”

“I know that,” she whispered. “I know that. But that doesn’t give you the right to just… you can’t be someone’s judge, jury, and executioner. That’s not right.”

“I only did it to save you, Mabel.” She had only heard Not-Dipper say her name once before.

It was different than when Dipper said it. Maybe it was because Not-Dipper’s voice was a little deeper, a little smoother-sounding?

“You weren’t safe. Not in your universe.” His eyes were burning, which was strange since they were the color of ice. “I can keep you safe. I will keep you safe.”

“Ummm… that’s cool and all, but that’s pretty freakin’ unsettling, to have somebody just, like. ‘Splode a bunch of gnomes for you,” she eyed him warily, still trying to figure out how to get away from the dude without crawling. Would he get angry with her for not being appreciative? She didn’t want to see him angry. Would he hurt her?

“I don’t want you to be scared of me,” he told her quietly, his voice a little sad.

She almost lied and told him she wasn’t scared of him, that everything was hunky-dorey, and that he should smile.

She didn’t.

“Then maybe you shouldn’t have, I dunno, made people explode in front of me?” She was being sarcastic, she knew, and that was probably a bad idea, but sometimes she just couldn’t help herself.

“Gnomes aren’t people, technically,” he reminded her.

“Semantics,” she waved his argument away. “They’re living creatures. Or they were, anyway, before you decided to go and massacre them.”

Not-Dipper had a look on his face that suggested he wasn’t opposed to killing living creatures, whether they were human or not.

Maybe he already had.

Mabel hoped he hadn’t, but something in the way he held himself gave her a sneaking suspicion that he had.

“I’m sorry if that… bothers you, or if it scares you. I don’t want to make you feel those things,” he sighed. “That said, I think it’d be best if I were up front with you: if put in the same situation again -if you were in danger again, that is to say- I’d do the same thing.”

She crossed her arms, pursed her lips, and glared at him. “Take me home, please.”

There was panic in his eyes. “I- I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“The portal… it doesn’t work like that. I’ll have to find another way to get you back,” he explained. She was still glaring at him when he continued. “But for the time being, you can stay with me. If you want,” he turned his body to face her for the first time since he’d hugged her.

“Well. I suppose that’ll have to- WHAT ON EARTH IS THAT?” She was pointing, horrified, to his shoulder, where one arrow, perhaps about a foot long, was embedded in his shoulder. Another was in his side, the one that had been facing away from her. Blood had seeped through to pool around the entry wounds, though the bleeding seemed to have stopped. His eyes followed her shaking finger.

“Oh, right. I got shot with a couple of arrows. Just gnome ones, though, so they’re quite small,” she dropped her hand back to the soft fabric of the chaise.

“Okay, so you saved me, and you got hurt doing it,” she was saying this to herself, staring at her knees and speaking as if he couldn’t hear her when he could absolutely hear her. “Okay. Okay. This is fine, this is fine, Mabel girl.” She looked back up at him. “Okay, let’s go… wherever we need to go for you to treat those… yeah…”

“Very well,” he agreed. “I’ll take you there.”

He helped her to her feet, and she still found herself a bit dizzy, wobbling a bit.

“Would you like me to carry you?” he offered, steadying her with a hand on her arm.

“Carry m- say what now?”

“I don’t mind, particularly if you’re having difficulty walking still.” As if that explanation was adequate! Why was homeboy cool with it at all, though? She’d gotten a hella nasty gash on her leg once in PE, can ya guess how many people offered to freakin’ carry her to the nurse? Zero, is the answer. Zero.

What a weird dude. And Mabel was in love with her gay twin brother, so if she, of all people, thinks you’re weird, then you are weird.

“Nope!” she squeaked out way too quickly to sound even remotely close to being normal. “I’m good on the carrying front, thanks! Got it covered!”

“Suit yourself.” Ugh why, why was he smiling that smile again, it reminded her of Dipper and also not, and it made her nervous as all hell. “This way.” And with that, he promptly strolled out of his dressing room, clearly expecting her to follow.

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