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fkinavocado · 3 years

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In which you’ve got textbook daddy issues and when your tool of a younger brother brings a sweet doe eyed girlfriend home for Thanksgiving and you end up offering her a ride home, you meet just the man to fix them.

Daddy issues- Masterlist, Author’s Note & Warnings

Chapter 4 / alternatively, read on wattpad

Chapter 5 (Word count: 5K)

“I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about” you turned to look at him innocently, but nothing could’ve prepared you for the absolutely filthy look he was giving you.

“Hm” he scoffed “No need for that, Y/N. We’ve already established you’re a liar.” He approached you menacingly, arms behind his back and you couldn’t help but back off until you were plastered against the hallway wall and his tall frame was hovering over you.

“How- how am I a liar?” you stammered. You just couldn’t help it.

“You promised you’d be here when I woke up” he raised his eyebrows, a serene look on his face as if stating a fact

“And I was” you deadpanned “You were just having your afternoon siesta. And if anything, between the two of us, you’re the liar!”

A smirk was tugging at the corner of his lips even though he was still frowning at you “Is that so?”

You shoved your arm into your oversized handbag without breaking eye contact with him, scavenging for the soft lace. You finally pulled the panties out, holding them eye level between the two of you “These, dear sir, are not yours”

He didn’t even look at them, not wanting to break eye contact with you either. He just bit his lower lip in addition to crossing his arms over his chest now, his smirk deepening.

You raised your eyebrows, mimicking his earlier expression, waiting for his retort but he then made a sudden move and effectively grabbed the panties away from you. You scoffed in disbelief watching him slowly place them in his backpocket, your mouth agape

“Which leads us to another lie you told. Kindly remind me how that mawkish little story of yours went… all about how you forgot your panties in my en suite”

He even airquoted. How very hip of you, Mr. Styles. Also, you made a mental note of googling “mawkish” later on, but you were pretty sure it wasn’t anything too flattering.

You squinted your eyes at him “What are you implying?”

“Oh, I’m not implying. I’m stating a fact”

“Which is...?” you asked, impatiently

“That you left them there intentionally, of course” his smirk was on full display now, he was quite pleased with himself, the cocky bastard. The nerve!

You stared at him in disbelief “I can’t tell whether you’re pulling my leg right now, to be frank” you decided to tell it how it was. Because, for all you knew, he could’ve been just messing with you this whole time. And the last thing you wanted was to make a fool of yourself. Again.

There was a silent moment that seemed to go on forever, but in reality it was just a few seconds of intense staring. “Want me to make it clear for you?” he asked in a low voice, his eyes finally breaking eye contact only to land on your lips, and suddenly they felt foreign on your own face. The way he was looking at them made you feel lightheaded, and you always used to think that that was just a cheap exaggeration. Not anymore.

“Yes” you nearly whispered, but you felt like shouting it at the top of your lungs. The anticipation was killing you. Realization was slowly hitting you, but your mind refused to process it, not yet, not until he made it crystal clear.

“Good, ‘cause ’m done playing games with you” he said as he closed the space between you, not wasting a single second after having heard your answer. Before you could even process what he said, his fingers were framing your jawline coaxing your already parted lips open and he attacked your mouth, delving his hot tongue right in without preamble.

Your brain freezed but you found that you didn’t even need any cognitive function to respond to such a kiss, your tongue instantly wrapping around his own, as if you’d been waiting for this to happen all along when in reality you were completely taken aback. But you were too lost in him to even question any of it, he completely accaparated all your senses blocking out any need to make sense of it all.

The kiss was intense, nothing shy or tentative about it. You’d wanted him to make it clear and he was making sure of it. He kept a firm grip on your jaw, massaging it with his thumb to relax the muscle, making sure you were opening wide as much as possible for him to explore your mouth properly. His other hand had come to your waist, having found a tiny bit of exposed flesh there- your blouse had ridden up as you were pushing yourself up on your tiptoes to reach him the best you could. His fingers were digging deep into your hip bone to the point where you could feel his rings leaving indents on your skin, making you gasp and earning a groan in return.

But he didn’t let you break the kiss, he nudged your nose pushing your head back until you were flush against the wall and you felt deliciously trapped beneath him. There was absolutely no space for you to move in any way, and for some reason that was doing inexplicable things to you.

You’d never been more turned on in your life. It’d gone from zero to a hundred in a matter of seconds and you briefly wondered how you’d ever gone without this before. He was devouring your mouth and just when you thought he was going to pull away and let you catch your breath, he’d dive right back in, even hungrier than before.

All you could hear was heavy panting, your own heartbeat that was alarmingly rapid, and a mix of both of you moaning and groaning and it sounded absolutely sinful.

You were so lost in him, you honestly wouldn’t have known what your own name was had someone asked that very second.

But your eyelids fluttered open when a flash of light washed over them, and it took you a second before you even registered the sound that was added to the mix, that of wheels on asphalt and a car door being slammed shut.

The moment the foreign sounds were heard, Harry’s eyes opened wide and he finally broke the kiss, not removing himself from all over you though. He was panting heavily and before he pulled himself away he plastered his lips to your ear, punctuating each word “My bedroom. Be quiet. Go!”

You didn’t even ponder it, scurrying off right away, hearing him switch on some lights and just as you reached the door to the master bedroom you could hear Harry getting the front door.

You didn’t close the door all the way, prickling your ears to make out what was happening

“Hey, Ems, thought you were staying over at your mom’s tonight?” a brief pause and then you really had to hold your breath to hear them as his voice went softer, lines with concern “What’s the matter?”

“I’m never spending Christmas with them again. I’m so sick of this. I didn’t even wanna go in the first place, she always does this, always ruins it”

“Ems… She’s your mum. We’ve been over this”

“Yeah, well, I’m sorry. I finally get to spend my holidays with whomever I want and this is me choosing you. End of story”

“Emily…”

“We can go on that ski trip like we always wanted! Do you think we could make it this year?... Do you think it’s all fully booked?”

“I… yeah, of course everything’s fully booked. We’ll do it next year, alright? C’mere”

“I’m so sick of them, dad. I’m so glad I don’t have to stay there and can just leave if I want to now.

“Did she drive you here?”

“No, I ubered”

“Emily…”

“I was just desperate to get out of here. Look, I know, I should’ve called you to pick me up, but I just couldn’t wait. I’m here now and I’m safe, and ugh. Please just let it slip this once. I’m emotionally exhausted”

“Just… promise you’ll call next time”

“I will”

You were beginning to feel bad for eavesdropping while they were probably hugging and before you could shut the door you heard Emily’s muffled voice “Let’s just watch Home Alone 2. Let’s make this a Christmas Day tradition starting this year. Can we?”

“Of course, petal. Did you have dinner?”

“Left halfway through it but managed to grab a bite”

“Ok, c’mon. You stream it, I’ll bring the snacks”

You closed the door finally, and just ran your fingers through your hair nervously, as you paced the bedroom back and forth.

What the fuck just happened?

It all came crashing in. You’d kissed. And had Emily not made a surprise apparition who knows what would’ve happened!

Oh God, oh God, oh God.

You needed a moment. You sat on the edge of the bed. Now what? Where did you go from here? Was the moment lost forever? ‘Cause if so, you were gonna have to hold a grudge on Emily indefinitely. She’d effectively cockblocked what was gonna be the best sex of your life, that you knew without a shadow of a doubt.

You didn’t know what to do with yourself. You were so hot and bothered but at the same time, had considerably sobered up. His daughter was there, for fuck’s sake! He was watching Home Alone 2 with her and eating snacks while you were hiding in his bedroom like some sort of secret mistress!

You rubbed your forehead, fuck that shouldn’t be turning you on even more, but it did. There really was no hope of redemption for you, was it?

As minutes turned into half an hour and half an hour turned into an hour and so on so forth, your mind raced as you finally allowed yourself to lie on his bed. You felt ridiculous for waiting in there for him, you felt nervous about the awkward conversation that was about to be held, and you still felt seriously frustrated after having been so worked up it physically ached.

Somehow, with nothing but their laughter in the background you must’ve somehow dozed off because next thing you knew he was sat at the edge of the bed, his arms on either side of you, hovering over you.

Your eyes widened and you made to say something but he placed his index finger on your lips reminding you to keep quiet and before you could even adjust your eyes to the dark properly he bent down and touched his lips to yours. This time, it was slow. Careful, languid, almost featherlike brushes of his lips against yours replaced the urgent almost animalistic ones from before. He wet his lips and traced your upper one with the tip of his tongue as you relaxed your head back into the pillow, and you couldn’t help but moan as he pressed you further down, sliding his tongue into your mouth in long, dragged out strokes.

“Gonna need you to be quiet” he whispered against your mouth, gently biting on your lower lip this time “Think you can do that?”

You just nodded, your hooded eyes taking the sight of him in. He really was there, in the flesh, you weren’t imagining it. You weren’t dreaming it.

“Fuck, don’t look at me like that” he groaned, raising his head a bit to roam his eyes all over you

“Like what?” you whispered back, dreamily

“Like you want me to devour you”

You gulped “What if I do?”

His eyes darkened, visible even in the low lighting that was only coming from the streetlamps outside “Careful, baby. You gotta mean it. You gotta be sure”

“I’m sure” you whimpered, pressing your thighs together at the use of the petname.

He hummed, visibly delighted with the effect his words and actions were having on you “I don’t know. With your track record, how do I know this isn’t just another lie?”

You huffed, not in the mood to be teased. You were so on edge you could’ve screamed had it not been for Emily probably asleep not too far away from you “I didn’t lie!”

Harry raised an eyebrow, straightening as he reached into his backpocket and fished out the lacy piece of garment, holding it by his index finger “Y/N… I’ve been around the block. This was no accident” an amused glint to his eyes as he wiggled the panties a bit

You sat back on your elbows, feeling the need to clarify this once and for all as you cleared your throat gently and avoided his eyes “Is this what prompted tonight? Just the panties and what you thought my leaving them in your en suite meant?”

He furrowed his brows and placed the object in question aside, sliding his thumb over your bottom lip to release it from under your front teeth “Shit. You really didn’t leave them there on purpose, did you?”

You looked up at him again, shaking your head slowly.

His eyebrows knitted together even further “What else have I misread about this?”

Your worried expression matched his, was he backing off? “Are you having second thoughts?”

He shook his head “I don’t know what I’m thinking. I can’t think properly, all my blood goes straight to my cock everytime I land my eyes on you” he pulled your bottom lip from under your front teeth again, smirking to himself at the sight of you getting so hot and bothered just by the mention of his cock “I know it’s wrong of me to want you” he whispered watching your lips intently then moving his gaze down your body unashamedly, his finger descending along with his eyes, tracing the outlines of your hourglass figure “You’re so young and so innocent, and I’m…” he paused to fix his eyes back on yours, then bent to your ear “...the big, bad wolf”

He chuckled at your helpless whimper, his words and lips against the shell of your ear sending shivers down your spine “I’m not innocent”

“Oh, baby,” he whined “I’m such a depraved soul for wanting to show you just how wrong you are about that”

“Show me, then” your voice just above a whisper as he traced wet open mouthed kisses along your jawline and down your neck

He shook his head “Careful” he warned again, but you huffed in annoyance, beyond frustrated at this point. If he didn’t touch you soon, you were going to ignite, you were sure of it. “Besides, I can’t have my way with you tonight, not without my daughter having the shock of her life waking up to your loud moans”

You raised an eyebrow at that, he was getting a bit too cocky “Don’t flatter yourself”

He mirrored your expression “Oh, honey, you really aren’t aware of how loud you get when you come, are you?”

Your eyes widened. What?

That damn smirk was back on his face “Don’t think I didn’t know what you were up to that first night here” it was his turn to bite his lower lip as he once more ran his eyes over your body, this time his hand landing on your navel, his forefinger tracing the soft skin showing just above the waistband of your pants “I heard every moan, every whimper, and definitely that grand finale. You gonna tell me you touched yourself in my bed and didn’t mean for me to know about it?”

“I swear I didn’t mean for you to hear” you breathed out, struggling for words. He was barely touching you but his stare was so intense, his voice was so grave and his touch was electrifying. The very thought that he’d heard you that night was sending you spiraling

“That’s why you didn’t wear any pants to bed that night, either?” he slowly nudged the hem of your blouse upwards, splaying his hand over your abdomen and tracing the lower outline of your bra with his thumb “Hm? Only wore my shirt to bed, made sure to get your scent all over my sheets?”

You mewled as his hand went further up under your blouse, cupping your right breast over your bra in his large hand, squeezing it gently. His mouth parted, losing track of his own thoughts whilst doing so “At first I thought I was just hearing things, my mind playing tricks on me. I was so worked up after sharing that cigarette out the back” he bent and nudged the blouse over your chest using his nose, exposing your bra to him, his fingers now tracing the outline of your cups and in between your breasts. His lips found purchase on your neck, as you turned your head to the side, giving him better access “But then I stepped closer to the bedroom door and could hear you properly, and I almost lost my fucking mind” he groaned, causing your own vocal chords to vibrate, tickling your throat.

“Oh God” you panted, as he grabbed your bra from in between your breasts and tugged it, causing your breasts to jiggle with the motion

“Were you thinking about me? Tell me, Y/N. Were you thinking about me when you were touching yourself, making yourself feel good? Don’t lie”

“I’m not lying!”

He chuckled then bit your earlobe playfully “The jury is still out on that. Don’t change the subject. Was it me you were imagining playing with that pretty pussy of yours?” he spoke right into your ear, his mouth wet and warm and his dirty talk causing you to bend your knees and rub your thighs together wantonly, kicking him in the ribs slightly whilst doing so, but he didn’t even flinch.

“Yeah” you breathed out, eyes closed tightly as he pinched your nipples through the fabric, and you wanted it off, you’d never hated wearing bras as much as you did that very second, stupid, useless contraption.

“Yeah?” his voice was higher pitched as he pushed your blouse over your head and you threw it to the side. He used the split second you arched your back off the mattress to unclasp your bra and your mouth fell agape as he hooked his finger in the front once more, pulling it slowly away from your body and off to the side, discarding it. “Fuck me” he inhaled sharply “Look at you”

“You’ve already seen my breasts. Told you, you were the liar” you didn’t know where that smart mouth was coming from but you worried your lip between your teeth again seeing his smirk reappear, his eyes ungluing themselves from your naked upper body and going back to yours

“I had to lie about that, didn’t want you to be uncomfortable” he said under his breath as he lowered himself back atop of you, his hand splaying over your clavicles and sliding down against your sternum before tracing a nipple with his index finger, ever so slightly. Your back arched off the bed instantly and he added menacingly “Told you I was the big, bad wolf”. He pinched your nipple to emphasize his point and your eyes rolled back. You didn’t know how much more of this you could take.

“Please” you whimpered, pushing your chest against his palm needily. You were dying to touch him, but you’d just clutched the bedding beneath you this whole time.

“That’s it” he whispered between his teeth, almost as if only to himself “I want you to beg for it. Beg me to touch you, just like you were doing that night”

“Please, Harry, please, please, touch me. I want it so bad” you cried lowly, your head wriggling against the pillow, your hair a mess around your face

He tsked you “That’s not how I remember it” his hands went to your jeans, unbuttoning the fly open and your breath caught. Your mind was foggy, but you struggled to make sense of what he was saying. He hooked his fingers inside the waistband and you lifted your bum allowing him to peel your pants off of you. This suddenly felt extremely real and he must’ve noticed the shift in your mood, because after tossing your pants on the floor he hurried back, locking your frame between his arms as he hovered above you. You realized he’d only just sat at the edge of the bed this whole time and was wondering why he was choosing to do so. He was also fully clothed while you were only clad in yet another pair of flimsy panties that were soaked through as it were.

“C’mon, baby” he coaxed in your ear as he toyed with your breasts some more “Wanna hear you say it. I can’t stop thinking about you calling me that ever since I heard you from behind that door that night. Can’t stop hearing you moan it in my ears whenever I fuck my hand holding those damned panties of yours, rubbing them all over me, drenching them in my come whenever I picture your pretty mouth on me”

“Fuck!” you kicked your legs impatiently, this was beyond torture

“Shhh. Shit, you really can’t keep quiet, can you? And I’m not even touching you yet. I can’t wait to have you scream till the picture frames rattle”

“I can, I can. I’ll be good. Please” you mewled and he raised an eyebrow, you were sinking into subspace and there was no turning back, and he knew it

“You gonna be a good girl for me, baby?” he finally coaxed, his ring cladded knuckles brushing over your heat

“Yes, yes!”

“Who are you gonna be a good girl for, baby?” he pressed his thumb against your clit over the fabric and your back arched “Hm?”

“Just for you, daddy” you moaned wantonly and Harry hissed, hooking his finger into the crotch of your panties and pulling them off you in one swift motion

“Fuck! Say it again!” he pushed his middle finger into you without resistance, you were absolutely drenched

“Daddy!” you yelped, and he quickly closed the space between you, silencing you with a kiss. That came out way louder than you had intended. He kissed you hard, all clanking teeth and lip bites, all the while thrusting his finger in and out of you in hard motions.

You were so on edge, you knew it was just a matter of seconds until you’d orgasm, but you desperately wanted to drag it out. It felt so good, he felt so good, and the fact that you got to call him daddy, something you’d never ever done out loud with anyone just absolutely did you in.

Just as you somehow managed to clear your head enough to make a conscious effort to delay your orgasm, he added another finger into the mix, twisting his wrist enough to change the angle dramatically while also toying with your clit using his thumb and that’s when you finally let go of that poor duvet and clung onto his shoulders instead, pushing yourself onto his hand desperately in sink with his thrusts “Oh God. OhGodohGod” you panted heavily, you were on the brink of tears from overstimulation

“You’re doing so good, baby” he spoke into your ear “You’re so hot. Never gonna forget this. Wanna feel you come, sweet girl. C’mon. Come for daddy”

You pinched your eyes shut and clung to him for dear life as wave after wave shot through you, your whole body convulsing in pleasure. Everything was heightened in those moments. The smell of him and his cologne as he whispered in your ear, the feel of his curls against your forehead, the strain of his shoulder muscles as your fingers dug into them, the feel of his rings against your hot core as his fingers bottomed out into you. This must’ve been what psychedelic drugs felt like, cause you were pretty sure you’d just had an outer body experience. You’d never come so hard, not even by yourself, and the realization was in itself extremely overwhelming.

When he pulled his fingers out of you, you whined pathetically, but for a moment you really wished he could’ve kept going forever.

“Have I earned these ones, do you think?” he grabbed the panties he’d just discarded and held them before you and you stared at him hazily, not even processing what he’d said properly, attaching your mouth to his. He moaned audibly at your kiss in which you poured as much gratitude as possible. Your hand lowered between the two of you, aiming for his crotch but his hand let go of the panties and caught your wrist, pinning it against his chest, a shuddered breath escaping his lips as he broke the kiss.

“I want you to, more than anything, but I won’t be able to stop and I want to do this right” his voice was strained and raspy and you just didn’t know whether to feel dejected or happy that he was seemingly planning on this being more than just this odd occurrence.

As if reading your mind, he kissed the corner of your mouth and then stood up, unbuttoned his shirt, took it off and handed it to you “Dunno about you, but if we’re gonna do this might as well have the whole cliché”. You rolled your eyes playfully at his smug smile “Gonna hop into the shower real quick” he bent to grab the aforementioned panties off the bed and your eyes widened in realization as he headed for the ensuite.

You buttoned down his shirt and got under the covers- surely this was alright after what you’d just done? But you felt as if your brain had been fried. You couldn’t process any of it. You were still on cloud nine and you knew there was so much to unpack, but you just wouldn’t know where to begin just then. You hugged a pillow to your front, luckily he had several, and tried not to actively think about any of the impending questions and just focus on the then and there, the sound of running water in the shower was making it all sink in.

You’d been with your fair share of men, probably- no, certainly more than had truly earned that privilege, so how was it that this had felt like your true sexual awakening? You hadn’t even slept with him yet somehow, what you’d shared tonight felt more real and intense than anything you’d ever felt in all your sexual experience. You couldn’t even pinpoint what about it had been so different. Harry was just in a league of his own. Nothing else could even come close.

He understood intimacy.

He opened the door to the ensuite and you were sad to see he’d already put on his usual t-shirt and sweats he wore to bed. You were dying to see some more of those tattoos he was hiding underneath there, ‘cause when he gave you his shirt you’d been too preoccupied to take a good look at them.

You only hoped you’d get to, soon.

Harry circled the bed and before you could fret about this being awkward, he got in bed next to you and pulled you flush against him. He smelled of body wash and toothpaste, a hint of his perfume still lingering, his soft breath against your temple.

You felt like saying something, but you didn’t know what. You wanted to address what had happened, but what was there to say? You couldn’t find your words. He finally broke the silence, his voice a soft murmur “Do you regret it?”

“Of course not” you spoke softly “Do you?”

“No, never” he kissed your temple once, you could feel his eyelashes flutter against your hairline “I’ve been trying to fight this ever since I first met you”

“What made you give up the fight?” you asked tentatively, your voice barely above a whisper

He intertwined his fingers with yours as he exhaled “I’ll let you know when I figure it out. Go to sleep, sweet girl”

You sighed contentedly and were out like a light.

The next morning (or was it noon again?) you woke up alone in bed. Harry’s shirt had ridden up and you were sure he was met with quite the view when he’d gotten out from underneath the sheets that morning, but you weren’t sorry about it in the least.

Realization quickly sank in though, and you realized you hadn’t spoken about how you were going to go about Emily being there. She obviously had no clue you’d been hiding in the master bedroom all along. Hopefully.

You could hear the two of them chatting, having breakfast most probably by the strong smell of coffee. Emily was laughing loudly and you couldn’t blame her for waking you up, after all, she had no idea someone was asleep in there. She was apparently wandering around the house, calling out to her dad whilst doing so for some reason, and you froze momentarily hearing her voice a little too close to the bedroom door.

“All the snow is melting, blah. Well, at least we had some snowfall on Christmas Eve. Wouldn’t have felt nearly as festive otherwise”

She was probably looking out the window in the hallway directly adjacent to the master bedroom. The sun was, in fact, quite bright for a winter day.

“Hey, dad?” you could hear Harry acknowledge her and then what she said next made you sit up in bed, your eyes searching frantically for your discarded clothes on the floor that have since been picked up by Harry and placed neatly on the dresser “What’s Y/N’s car doing in your driveway?”

Chapter 6

A/N: no words, just... all the feels

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sen-ketsu · 3 years

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⚠️WARNING ⚠️

SMUT, CURSING, NSFW,

If this makes you uncomfortable

PLEASE DO NOT READ.

Nanami// unintentional meeting

(one shot)

As a businessman, days off would be almost impossible. Nanami worked at least 9 hours a day, not including overtime. With his drenchful hours, conversations got smaller, sex got bland, as if you two were roommates. Recently, He rearrange his hours to repair the gap in the relationship.

He also notice that you were getting very bratty with him for the past few weeks and he wanted make it up to you.

You were relaxing on the couch watching your favorite show, until your phone lights up, dotting your eyes to the direction of your phone.

*Nanami 1 Audio message*

“I just got off work, however I have a meeting to attend with Ijichi. Originally I did not plan for this to happen. *sighs* The show must go on, wear something sexy & professional ..I’ll be at home in a few.”

His husky voice made your stomach tense up. You forgot how sexy he could be without even trying. You hasten to your closet to view the clothing items that you have hanging. Your not really a head over heels person for wearing dresses. You examine the choices and finally come to a decision.

pantsuit.

You weren’t really excited about the unexpected meeting, neither was Nanami. You seemed like the person in the background to Nanami. Like his last option. Is he okay with that? You caught yourself overthinking. You fix your hair, put your shoes on, and stare at the mirror. The pantsuit hugged you perfectly, bringing out your natural body shape. While Admiring your body, Nanami finally arrived home with a small box.

“What’s that?” you blurt out, walking towards him. He takes the mystery item out of the bag.

“Special Underwear.” he remarked.

He removes the underwear from the small cardboard box and handed it to you. “Be a good girl and put these on, we don’t want to be late” tossing the box into the trash.

You go to the bathroom a examine the suspicious underwear. They looked pretty normal, until you saw a small dark purple figure poking out. Nanami knocks on the bathroom door, “Don’t question them, just put them on.” Your weary about putting on box panties. You finally put them on and walk out the bathroom feeling confident.

“There on.” fixing your jacket. Nanami takes out his phone from his stiff backpocket and starts gliding his thumb across the screen somehow making your underwear vibrate. You halfway crouch to the floor holding your inner thigh. “Nanami- what the —fuck?” He glances down at you. “Now I only have one rule;” he smirks placing his keys on the counter.. “ If you misbehave during my meeting I’ll punish you in front of everyone, I don’t care how many people are there”

His sleepy eyes stared at your weak body half way on the ground, looking back up at you. “Do you understand?”

“y-es, can- you turn it— off”

Nanami lowers his thumb to the bottom of the screen where there’s little to no vibration.

“Let’s go then.”

You both arrive to the restaurant in one piece, “Kiyotaka Ijichi, I’m supposed to have a meeting with him.” the waiter guides two of you to the booth where Ijichi, is located at. You sit near the wall, while Nanami sits beside you. While Ijichi sits in front of the two of you. “Hello Ijichi.” Nanami says fixing his tie. “Hell-o.” Ijichi says. Spreading out documents on the table.“Let’s make this meeting quick ... I’m trying to go home a little early tonight.” Nanami pulls out his pen from his chest pocket and placed it on the table. “Y-es sir” Ijichi says shakily.

You watch the both of them talk about uninteresting business stuff. Nanami sees that you’re getting bored. He pulls his phone and puts the vibrate setting on low. Your body jerks a little from the certain vibration. You look around to see if anyone saw you. The waiter finally comes to your table, taking orders for drinks and apologizing for the inconvenience. “It’s been extremely busy tonight. I’ll have you guys drinks in a few.”

The way Ijichi was acting made you laugh. Why was he so off the edge? He was so jumpy and jittery. You complement Ijichi during his conversation to tease Nanami. “You look very handsome Ijichi.” He blushes instantly, clearing his throat and continues to talk.Nanami was getting jealous and saw how you were acting.Your body got used to the slow vibrations, for his entertainment he glides his finger all the way to the top to “rapid speed” and leaves it on automatic. You close your legs because you knew that your body couldn’t handle it. “Shit~” you whimmer. Ijichi looks your way looking frighten but continues to talk. Under the table, Nanami places his muscular hands on your left thigh and parts it from your other thigh. You try to distract yourself by looking around the restaurant, or fiddle with the salt and pepper. He squeezes your thigh tightly.

You move around in your seat, until the panties hit your sweet spot. Your soaked in cum, it seemed like the more you cummed the vibrator went faster. You let out a loud, “fuck.” Some of the people in the restaurant looks your way. “Is she alrig-ht.” Ijichi concerning says, “she’s fine. She’s a little excited… let’s continue.” Nanami was on the edge of breaking, His long curvy dick imprinting on his blue slacks.

You try closing your legs again but Nanami forcefully opens then again, he leans over to your ear and whispers, “Stop it, your turning me on.”

He backs back away from your ear until you pull him closer to his ear, “n-Nana-mi ...” He hadn’t heard you moan in his ear for ages. He knew what affect you had on him. You place your hand on his hard bulge, “uah~ “ you squirm and in your seat and the fabric of your pants suit was really doing something to him. The way it imprinted some of your body parts, how tears were coming out of your eyes, seeing the sweat dripping down from the side of your face. It triggered him, to the point he was punishing himself, he couldn’t take it anymore.

Gripping your thigh wasn’t enough. He wanted to touch you, please you, feel himself inside of you. Nanami takes out his phone and turns off the vibration, and pretends to act like he just got an important message.“Excuse me Ijichi, we’ll have to finish the meeting another day, I have a sudden emergency to take care of.” Nanami gets up from his seat and grabs your arm and exits the restaurant. You couldn’t even feel your legs anymore. He took you to his car, and drove you home. He ran almost every red light, 55mph, he had the benefit of the doubt. As soon as you hit the door it was in intense kissing, groping, shuffling, removing of clothes around the living room. He didn’t even try to take you to the official bedroom. “I know I’ve been doing 9 hours of work..” he sighs, looking down at the floor. “But I’d do 9 hours with you all night long Y/N.” He smirks. After 5 solid rounds and clean up, you two fall asleep on the couch. In the morning he makes you breakfast and tries repair the relationship.

A/N — thanks for reading! I apologize for any spelling mistakes & not being active!

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felix21im · 3 years

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"Ice Cold", a Leon Kennedy x reader fanfiction

As an Art and Design student all you want to do is just knuckle down and finish that one goddamn piece you've been working on for months. Too bad your time is constantly stolen by your Waiter job with minimal pay, but hey, at least the tips are good if you unbutton your shirt that one more time.

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Chapter 5: Robbed

It had been a little while since your birthday and that special evening with Leon, he had to go back to work and you had to go back to college. While he was away you tried your best to focus on your college work, with your big final project coming up you needed to get your head in the game. Besides that you also had your private driving lessons, stressing you out even more.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” You cursed at yourself as you looked down at your test results.

“What’s the matter, Buttercup?” Leon was listening to you on the other end of the phone. He was away on some work trip so you both tried your best to stay in contact through calling. “Didn’t get the results you wanted?”

“Of course not!” You scoffed as you looked down at the paper and you scrunched it into a paper ball. You threw it across the room, letting out another grunt.

“Don´t worry about it too much. It's just one test, I'm sure the next one will be better.” You knew that Leon tried his best to motivate you but you weren't really in the mood for that now. “Ugh, no Leon, it's not just another test. Every grade matters now. If I fuck this up I can forget getting that internship or a job I like! It's not like you could understand that, Mr. Richboy with that mysterious job you got...” You didn't want to snap at him like that, but the past weeks left you with not nearly enough sleep so you were at the edge all your time anyway. Thankfully, Leon understood you and didn't take it personally.

“I think you need a break from all of this for a day. It won't get better if you don't take care of yourself.” Leon said. You shook your head, knowing he wouldn't see that.

“I can’t, Leon. I still got so much work to do and-” Leon interrupted you.

“That wasn't a suggestion, Buttercup. As soon as I’m back, you’re gonna take a break. I will make sure you will have a few nice days off. With me, of course. After that I'm sure you can work with full potential again.” It was hard to decline his offer, especially because you knew he was right. You let out a sigh in defeat, agreeing to his idea. The two of you then proceeded to talk some more, before Leon had to hang up again. After you said goodbye you turned back to your small desk to prepare for college.

A few days passed since talking to Leon and he just sent you a message, telling you he would be back that evening. You were excited to see him again and also were looking forward to what he planned for you two. Since he didn't tell you what he wanted to do you just went with a comfortable outfit. Some black jeans, your favorite shirt, sneakers and a jacket. The whole day you were just waiting for him to text you again and tell you where to meet. That message never came, but at some point Leon just texted you from your front door asking you to come outside to him. You left Jordan a note telling them that you were going to be away for the night and that they unfortunately had to eat alone. After that you grabbed your house keys and phone and went outside.

Leon was already waiting for you, standing next to an old fashioned motorcycle. He held up a helmet and you practically ran towards him, happy to see him after your time of separation. You couldn't stop yourself from giving him a hug, hoping you could stay like this forever. After a while however you both let go of each other and Leon handed you the helmet he held. He then sat down asking you to do the same. "Where are we going?" You asked him while taking a seat behind him. He didn't look at you when answering, starting the vehicle.

"We'll see. The most important thing is that you can get your head free from college and we can spend time together, right?" You nodded, smiling under your helmet. As the motorcycle started to roar you put your hands around Leon, leaning your head against his back. Soon you found the two of you driving through the streets. You felt the cold air on your body but you were so close to Leon that it didn't bother you.

As the sun began setting Leon drove up a street, stopping on a mountain with a wonderful view over the city. The motorcycle stopped and Leon got up from it. He then helped you get off it as well, reaching a hand out to you. You thanked him, placed the helmet on the bike seat and walked towards the edge of this mountain viewing deck. You were astonished by the view that was offered to you here. Never before have you left the city and gone to this place, no bus was driving here and it’s not like you had the time for it anyway, walking would take hours. You sat down on the old wooden bench that was placed near the cliff, looking over to the sun and enjoying the last few beams that shone on your face. You closed your eyes and smiled into the sky. It has been way too long since you were outside and just enjoying nature without being stressed from college or work. A deep breath escaped your lips and let out a content smile. Soon you felt another body next to you and you felt Leon looking at you from the side. Slowly, you opened your eyes again and looked at him happily.

"Angel made us some food before I went to pick you up. I hope you like it." He put a small box between the two of you and opened it. In it was an exotic fruit salad with one fork for each of you.

"Whoa.. it looks so good, she shouldn't have to do that!" You said to him. After saying that you accepted the fork from him and took a small bite of the salad. You let out a satisfied “Yum!” before Leon also took a taste of it, happy about you liking it. You both enjoyed the tasty fruit salad without exchanging any words. After you were done eating, Leon put the box back into the hidden compartment of his motorcycle before sitting down next to you again. He was happy about seeing you so relaxed after getting to know your stressed side. Soon the sky was a mix of red and blue, the sun almost completely being hidden beyond the city and soon the horizon. The first few stars appeared in the sky soon after the sun had gone back to hiding, leaving you in the cold. Leon noticed you trying to stay warm and even though you already put on your jacket, you were still kinda freezing. He lay an arm around your shoulders and pulled you close to him. His body heat warming you up. You enjoyed his company, putting an arm around his body as well trying to get as close as possible to him.

After a while you broke the silence, not bearing the cold air any longer.

“How about..” He turned his head to face you as he wanted to listen to you talk, he wanted to give you his full attention. “We get going and grab some pyjamas for the both of us and we stay the night in a hotel?”

He nodded at the suggestion. “Considering we’re on the expensive side of town I imagine you want me to pay?” He raised his eyebrows as he smirked.

“Nope!” You cockily smiled at him. “While you’ve been gone I have been absolutely busting my ass at work!” You pulled your credit card out of your backpocket. “So that means that I’m going to be treating you to something for once.”

He plucked the card out of your hand and looked at it, turning it to see the front. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen a credit card that’s not black.”

It took you a second to realise what he meant and you just scoffed at him as you snatched it back. “Not all of us are ring leaders of the criminal underworld y’know.” You rolled your eyes and placed it back into your pocket.

“Is that what you think I do for a living?” He chuckled as he tightened his grip on your shoulder.

"Well, I don't know. You're never telling me anything about what you do. You're just gone at some point and then return without letting anyone know where you were. So thinking of you as a Mafia boss would make sense." You also let out a small chuckle but it wasn't really honest. You were wondering for months now what he was doing and why he never talked about it.

“It’s not like that, Buttercup.” He sighed.

"Well, then tell me what it is like. Leon, I.. Don't you trust me?" You looked at him with big eyes, worried your relationship wasn't as deep as you hoped. You never had these kinds of conversations. Thinking about it now, you barely even knew anything about Leon and also the other way around.

"No, listen to me. If I could, I would tell you anything you wanted to know. But I'm.. I literally am not allowed to talk about it now. Please understand that, I know that you can do that for me." Reluctantly you nodded, still unhappy about his mysterious answers. But you wouldn't stop trying to find out what he did, you were just too curious. "Let's stop talking about work now, this isn't what I wanted this meeting to be about. Let's go find a nice place to stay now." He stood up, lifting you up with him. You then went over to his motorcycle and prepared for the drive.

The sounds of the engine roared through the busy streets as the two of you scouted for a place to park.

On your right you spotted a row of motorcycles and you informed Leon. “Look, on our right.” You tapped his shoulder and looked to the right at the empty spot, resulting in him slowing the bike down. He slowly drove the bike into the spot and he turned off the engine. Leon got off of the bike first and he took your helmet off of you. You smiled at him with messy hair as he held out his hand to help you off the bike.

“So where do we start, Buttercup?” He asked as he placed his keys into his front pocket. Together the two of you strolled through the streets looking for a place to stay. After a while of walking around you finally found a hotel that still was open for check-ins. “Pyjamas another day then?”

“It’s-” You checked your phone and looked at the time. “-already eleven at night. No stores are open anymore.” You admitted as you both went up the marble steps to the hotel lobby.

“How about a shopping day tomorrow then?” Leon asked you.

“As long as I’m back at home by two.” You both walked up to the front desk. “I have work tomorrow.” Leon simply nodded at you. “Hiya.” You said to the woman working the desk. “Do you still have any rooms available?”

She clicked her mouse a few times and eventually opened her mouth. “We have a few.” She flipped over her computer monitor and showed the two of you pictures of rooms available. “We have our standard suite, VIP suite and finally the President Suite.” She guided you through the rooms, explaining the differences between them. You listened to the woman, worrying about the cost of all this.

"Uhm.. so how much would one of the basic rooms cost for one night? For us two?" She checked her notes and then told you the prices, making you feel sick. You did say to Leon you would pay because you really did work hard the few weeks, but apparently that wasn't even close enough to what this woman wanted from you. You thanked her for telling you the prices and then looked at Leon. "Leon, I.. I don't think I can pay this. I mean, I saved some money since I wanted our first day together to be special but.. I can't afford this! This is way too much than I imagined it to be, even the cheapest of the rooms is still too expensive! I'm so sorry, I guess we should just drive back home and spend the night there." You whispered to him and hoped the woman wouldn't see you panic like this. Leon looked at you sympathetic, understanding your wish to have a perfect reunion. He put a hand on your shoulder and gave you a reassuring smile.

"Don't worry about it, Buttercup. I can pay for this. There will be many more chances for you to invite me to something, alright? Everything will be fine, you hear me?" You simply nodded, fearing Leon would think of you as someone who was just after his money.

Before he went to talk to the woman again you grabbed his hand. "I can give the money back to you after some time! I don't want you to always give your money away for me. I don't want you to think that's all I care about." You admitted and looked him in the face.

He pulled you closer to him and patted you on the head. "I would never think like this about you, Buttercup. I know you're trying your best and I appreciate that. You really don't need to pay me back, alright? All that matters to me is that we spend time together." You now returned the smile. He passed the receptionist his black credit card and she seemed unphased by it, she must see these all of the time. She kept his card and gave him two golden plastic cards in return, the keys to the room.

Leon went through the door first and instantly went into the bathroom, checking behind the door and once he came out he instantly opened the closet door. “Paranoid?” You asked him as you sat on the end of the bed, looking at him run around the room.

“You can never be too sure.” He raised his eyebrows as he went to sit down next to you. “Are you not tired?” He looked at your face. Over the time the two of you have spent together he began to learn your sleep schedule, you go to sleep at around half ten to eleven and you wake up at around eight. “It’s wayyyyy past your bedtime, Buttercup.”

You looked at the clock that was beside the bed. Just past midnight. “I’m not really tired, I guess running around looking for a hotel gave me a burst of energy.”

Leon hummed to himself for a moment and looked at the gramophone that sat on the opposite side of the room. “I think I have an idea to make you feel sleepy.” He smiled as he got up from the bed and ran to the bathroom, after a few moments he came back out and shut the door behind him. Next he began to dig through the cupboard underneath the gramophone and he selected a record. After adjusting it on the stage soft, classical music began to play. “Would you like to join me?” He held out his hand for you and you happily accepted it. You placed your arms around his neck and the two of you slowly swayed to the music. The sound quality wasn't the best but what can you expect from a piece of hardware from the early 1900s. You ignored the slight static and rested your head on Leon’s shoulder, moving your hands down to his chest. “Getting tired already?” He chuckled, causing his chest to slightly move up and down.

“A little…” You admitted. Your eyes were getting harder and harder to keep open. Leon held you tight and hummed along to the music as he caressed your back. You both danced together for what felt like ten seconds when in reality was around five minutes.

Leon slowly pulled you away from him. “Come with me.” He held your hand as he guided you to the bathroom and the white lights almost blinded you, almost instantly after Leon turned off most of the lights, leaving only the mirror to illuminate the room.

“Is this your plan to get me to fall asleep?” You asked as you looked at the filled bathtub, Leon had put some simple bath soaps in there to make the water look bubbly and smell divine.

He nodded as he took off his shirt. “My plan is to get both of us to fall asleep.” You couldn’t help but stare as you watched him take off his shirt. “This isn’t a show, Buttercup. You’re joining me.” You raised your eyebrows at his cockyness and you undid the belt on your jeans, tossing it onto the tiled floor with a loud thud. Once you looked back at Leon he was just wearing his underwear and looking at himself in the mirror, brushing his hair back with his hand. You smiled at him as you pulled off your jeans, leaving them in the pile of clothes by the wall. Leon appeared in front of you and helped you take off your shirt, slowly lifting it over your head and being careful to not get it caught on your nose. “Still looking as sexy as always.” He smirked at you once you were both down to your underwear.

“Right back at you, Mr. Kennedy.” You winked as you began to take off your underwear, sliding it off of your body. Leon did the same, throwing his onto the floor with the rest of the clothes. He held out his hand for you to take and you happily did so. You both stepped into the hot water and Leon sat down first, slowly to make sure that the water wouldn’t spill over the sides. You followed him and sat between his legs, your back facing him. He lightly splashed some soapy water on your back and he ran his hands across your skin to clean you. The feel of his hands massaging your back was enough to knock you out on the spot and he could tell. He grabbed your shoulders and slowly tilted you back, allowing for you to lean on his chest. You closed your eyes as Leon held onto you, the smell of the soap and Leon’s cologne wafting through your nose put you into a trance.

The both of you stayed in the bathtub for around twenty minutes and by then you had already passed out. Leon carefully climbed out and emptied out the water. He used a small towel to dry you off and finally he then carried you to bed, tucking you under the covers to keep you warm. Lastly Leon climbed in beside you, caressing you once again and falling asleep behind you.

The next day arrived and you and Leon checked out of the fancy hotel. The both of you agreed to go into the city before you had to go home again and go back to your daily life filled with stress. “I can’t even remember the last time I slept so well.” You stretched your arms as you left through the hotel doors saying goodbye to that comfortable bed you spent the night in.

“Neither do I.” Leon answered you, and he really meant it. Whenever the two of you shared a bed and were physically close to each other he was actually able to sleep through the nights without any nightmares. He never told you about them as he didn't want to make you worry about him but he knew that at some point you would eventually catch on. Honestly, Leon was just glad to find some rest when you were near to him.

The weather that day was quite warm, the sun already shining high in the sky. “We should definitely get you some sunglasses, Buttercup.” Leon said as he just put on a pair for himself. You shook your head, laughing at him.

“Always prepared, huh, Mr. Kennedy?” You said jokingly. Leon also let out a small laugh, leading you to his parked motorcycle. You put on the helmet again and sat down in the back of it. Leon then took the seat before you, starting the machine. Once again you put your arms around him to make sure you didn't fall during the ride. Soon Leon drove away from the parking lot and on the busy street.

Just a few minutes later he stopped again to park his bike. You both got off it and went to the main part of the city by foot. You soon understood what Leon meant the day before by “expensive part of town”. All the stores you went by were expensive clothing stores or restaurants. You didn't even dare to go into one, fearing the prices for just simple white shirts. So you were happy just looking through the windows and talking to Leon.

At one point you passed this small ice cream shop and considering you had been walking for around an hour you wanted to get something to eat and drink. “I'm gonna pay for this one!” You said to Leon, not even asking at this point. As you went to look for a place to sit at the ice cream shop you saw a sign saying “CASH ONLY, CASH NOT ACCEPTED”. You pointed your finger at it. “You go look for a place for us to sit, I think I saw a cash machine around. I’ll be back in a second.” You waved Leon away and went to search for the machine you saw earlier. Turning around a few corners you finally found it. It stood quite remote from the main part of the city, sending a shiver through your body in this creepy and shadowy street. You quickly went over to it, putting your credit card into the machine. You stood for a second to wait for the prompt to enter your pin code and once it appeared you followed all of the instructions, soon pulling out fifty dollars. “That’s far more than enough but it’ll be fine.” You thought to yourself. You placed the money into your jacket pocket and walked away from the machine. As you turned the corner to the ice cream shop you accidentally bumped into someone, causing you to stumble a little. “Oh, sorry about that! I didn't see you...” You started apologizing but something about this person threw you off. They didn't say anything and just walked away. “Weird..” You continued your way and placed your hands into your pockets, only to notice that they were now empty. “My money!” You exclaimed, looking around for the thief. You could see them, already quite a difference was between you two. You began running after them, also running past the ice cream shop where Leon was waiting. He saw you following that other person and after not showing a reaction to him calling your name, he knew something was wrong. He jumped up from his seat now also running after you and the thief. He quickly caught up with you, asking what happened while you two were still running. Out of breath you told him that you were robbed and who you were running after. Leon scanned his surroundings and then sped up leaving you behind him. You slowed down, trusting Leon would get your money back even without your help.

You soon found him and the robber in an alley, but you weren't expecting to find either of them like that: Leon was completely out of breath as he was kneeling on the robber, his hair standing in all directions but that was nothing compared to the man literally lying before him. His head was covered in blood and he was covering his belly, letting out grunts of pain as Leon still continued to punch him. He said something to the man, but you couldn't make out what it was. Everything seemed to happen at once and you felt sick. You wanted to tell Leon to stop but were unable to form any words, just watching in shock. You never saw Leon like this and it scared you, scarred you. You felt your legs shake and you tumbled towards a wall, trying your best to keep your balance. You thought you were gonna pass out, unable to breathe correctly anymore. You felt tears streaming down your face, you didn't even realize that you started crying. You stood there trembling, trying to catch your breath. Finally, it seemed like forever, Leon noticed you. He looked at you shocked and worried and ran over to you, leaving the poor man alone. He kneeled down beside you, asking if you were alright but it fell to deaf ears. You still felt like you were gonna pass out after what you just saw. As Leon tried to help you off the wall you flinched at his touch, almost immediately turning away from him. Leon’s heart shattered as he saw you like this knowing he was the reason for it. He looked back to the man who by now was limping his way past you. Leon shot him one last angry look before fully concentrating on your well-being. He tried to comfort you but it seemed that whenever he tried to touch you, you flinched. So he decided to just lean beside you, hoping you would calm down. Eventually, you did. It took a long time, but Leon never left you alone. You could breathe normally again but your body was still trembling and your eyes wide open. You also finally could hear something again that wasn't your own fast heartbeat. Leon seemed to notice your change, slowly turning to you in hopes you wouldn't be scared. He thought about taking your hand, but decided against it.

“Should I go get you some water or something? Maybe you will feel better when you drink something.” He asked and you could hear in his tone that he was deeply worried and sorry. You nodded simply, unsure if he even noticed it. He got up from the place beside you and went to get something to drink. Shortly after he came back with a bottle of water. He opened it for you and then handed it to you. You took some small sips and felt your head clear up again.

“W-What.. Why did you..” You whispered, your voice still shaking and unable to bring out whole sentences. “You nearly.. killed that man..” Leon shook his head.

“I.. I don't know what happened there, Buttercup. Something just took over me, I’m sorry you had to witness that. I can't ever make up for that.” Leon looked away from you, unsure of how to handle the situation. “I messaged Angel. She will come here and pick us up, I guess that's the best for us now. Can you walk?” He held out a hand, still covered in some of that man's blood. You didn't accept his help, you began using the wall behind you to help get you up. Your legs were still too shaky for you to stand alone. Thankfully, Leon noticed this before you fell down to the ground again. He carefully wrapped an arm around you, lifting you from the ground and carrying you bridal-style. You just let it happen, no more energy left in your body to fight it anymore.

You must have blacked out because when you opened your eyes again you found yourself in Leon’s home. You were lying on his fancy sofa in the living room and could hear someone talking outside of the room. Well, you heard Angel clearly screaming at Leon. You didn't pay too much attention to it and sat up.

As you stared at the ceiling you heard the door open and Angel speak to you. “We got told what happened…” You looked towards Angel and saw her standing with Daisy. Daisy was holding an old shoe box.

“I guess old habits die hard, huh?” Daisy sat down at the end of the couch by your feet, playfully punching your leg. “Being protective is one of Leon’s many habits, trust me, I would know.” She chuckled as Angel gave her a concerning look.

“Leon never told you what he did for a living did he?” Angel asked you, to which you replied by shaking your head. “Maybe you should ask him again, it would explain why he did what he did…” Angel had never spoken to you like this before, it was as if she wasn’t a vampire after all. “He wants to talk to you. Should we send him in?” You took a deep breath and nodded at Angel.

Both her and Daisy stood up, Daisy leaving the shoe box on the coffee table. “Get him to explain the box to you.” She said before giving a small wave and closed the door behind the two of them, leaving you alone in the room.

You reached for the glass of water placed on the table in front of you and took a big sip. As you put it down again you saw the living room door open and Leon walking inside, still a worried look resting on his face. “How are you feeling, Buttercup? You were out for three hours after I got Angel to pick us up.”

“I guess I’m alright, at least a little better, I think.” Leon slowly came closer to you, making sure not to scare you or anything.

“May I?” He pointed to the free space next to you on the sofa. You simply nodded and pulled your legs close to your chest, resting your head on them. “I'm really sorry for what happened earlier. I wish I could go back and change what I did. I shouldn't have reacted like that. Especially not when you were close.” You simply nodded, not knowing what to say to him. Your eyes were fixated on the box Daisy left on the table for you. Leon followed your gaze and took a deep breath. He reached out to it and placed it on his lap.

“I can't change what happened there, but the least I can do now is be honest to you.” He lifted the box up, revealing some old fabric. It seemed it was covering something and you watched Leon take it out. He undid the piece of cloth, revealing a blood covered police badge. He tried cleaning it up a bit before handing it over to you. You took it in your hands, unsure of what it meant. You tried reading what was written on it, but the blood made that impossible.

“Racoon City Police Department” He told you, the name sending a shiver down your spine. “I was there, my first day as a police officer. The day of the virus outbreak.” He continued, clearly having flashbacks of that day.

“Leon, I-..” He shook his head, continuing to talk.

“There was so much going on that day. I was happy to meet Claire, Chris’s younger sister, there. Without her.. Without Ada, maybe I wouldn't have survived.” You were too young when that accident occurred, unable to understand the panic people felt those days but even though you were too young back then, you still had to live with the outcome.

“My parents.. They were there. They were there when the outbreak happened, they barely made it out alive. After that.. They weren't the same anymore. They completely turned their backs on the world now, I don't even know how they are doing. I didn't know that you were there, too. I’m so sorry, Leon.” You took another look at the badge and then at Leon.

“After I got out of there alive, I had no choice to ever live a normal life again. I still have to fight these.. Things. The same goes for Chris, Angel and Daisy. Everyone of us is locked into this circle of forever fighting these neverending viruses. Angel and Daisy were only kids when it happened. Kids.” Leon’s hand formed a fist and you looked at him worried. You put your hand over his, showing him that you were still there for him. “All these people I’ve lost.. I didn't want that to happen to you. I don't want to think about you being in danger. I couldn't have told you before. I hope you understand me, Buttercup.”

You simply nodded, overwhelmed with the situation. You leaned closer to him, resting your head on his shoulder. “Thank you, Leon. Thank you for telling me this. I promise, you won't lose me, ever. Whatever will happen, I’ll stay by your side.”

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lazyunknownhideout · 3 years

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My light Billy russo x oc|| ch3

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A bullet was shot through her hand, she was bleeding out and the pain was excruciating. She looked around three men standing tall with huge guns pointed at her. Just then the door burst through, it was Billy, but something about him was off, his face was covered in blood, and he held daggers in his hand instead of guns.

"Billy!!!" She screamed calling out for him, Billy seemed to not have heard her, instead his gaze was focussed on the man who just shot her. He walked up to them, his eyes fixed on the man.

As soon as he reached near, the man shot at billy, at his face.

"BILLY!!!!" Rose started crying looking at him.

Billy let out an animalistic scream and punched the man, he hit the man with his own gun in the head knocking him down, the other two men started shooting at billy, but the bullets seemed to not harm him anymore. It was all so strange. Billy stabbed the dagger in the man's face, horribly disfiguring the face.

He stood up, hands bloodied, and a very disgusting-looking corpse on the floor. He went head-on for the other two men. Rose was beyond scared looking at this man, he seemed like he was made to kill people, and not an easy death, a gruesome painful process.

In their chest, Billy stabbed the other two men repeatedly in the same way he did earlier at the warehouse.

"Billy!!! Billy!! they're dead Billy stop!"

Billy ignored her and kept stabbing the man. It was a very disturbing scene to look at, so she turned her head. There she saw the shadows of another man approaching, she didn't recognise him, he was hidden by the dark.

The man called out to her, faint sound.

"Rose! Rose! I'm here rose!" She didn't recognize the man at first. Suddenly two strong arms wrapped around her shoulder and started shaking her.

She jolted up, gasping for breath. She looked at the person in front, it was Billy. His face was clean, his hair messy, his eyes they were worried. Worried for her. It took her a moment to register her surroundings, she was still in bed, in Billy's room. There was no blood covering his face or hands.

"Were you having nightmares? You called out my name I thought someone broke in" He looked at her, with those worried eyes.

"It was all a dream, a nightmare?" She was confused, as to what was happening whatnot. She looked at her arm, there was no bullets there, only the wound from earlier bandaged up.

"Billy" She said, barely above a whisper, and took his hands, they were clean not one spot of blood. She looked at his face, he was frowning.

"Did you dream about the warehouse?"

Rose just nodded. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"I guess"

"Well I'm here, so you don't have to be scared" Billy looked at her, reassuring her. He gave a small squeeze to her arm.

"What did you see rose?"

"Three men around me holding guns, and lots of blood around." She looked up at him.

"And you. I saw you, and Billy I was most scared of you"

"What"

"The scene from the warehouse, when you stabbed the man, it's etched in my head, I couldn't recognize you at that moment."

"Rose, hey" He put one hand on her cheek, thumb lightly brushing her face.

"You don't have to be ever scared of me okay? I would never hurt you, never"

She nodded, looking at him. her eyes were on the verge of tears.

"I'm scared Billy, I feel like if I close my eyes, I'm gonna see those things again."

"You're safe here, you're in a warm bed, in a very secured house with weapons hidden in every room, with a highly trained military official sleeping in the next room. No one will dare break in here and hurt you. And if somehow they still do, they won't go back unharmed"

"Thanks" She gave him a small smile.

"Can I ask you something, Billy?"

"Yeah anything"

"The way you stabbed those men, was it a regular thing for you, I know you have to go on operations dealing with security and everything, but was that a normal thing for you?"

He sighed, "Rose I was acting on my emotions at that time, usually on any operation I go for, I don't know the client personally they're just an asset to me, that I had to protect. But this was different. Seeing you strapped to that chair, seeing all the blood on you. I snapped"

At that moment, She realized how wrong her fears were, he was there to save her, and he would always save her.

"Thanks for saving me, I literally owe you my life"

"I was angry at those men, angry at myself for letting it happen, all that manifested in the form of brutal stabbing"

"You shouldn't be angry at yourself, it's not your fault they took me."

"It is." Billy looked down at their intertwined hands. "They took you as leverage against me, you got a target on your back because of me"

"Don't blame yourself, they could have taken any one of your friends to get leverage against you, maybe I was an easy target"

"No, they wouldn't have." Billy looked up at her, his eyes, it felt like he wanted to say a lot but didn't know how.

"I wouldn't have risked my life going in the warehouse alone for someone else. Whoever it was knew well that I would only risk myself if they took you."

She was speechless at that moment, what he said, he might have meant it as her being his only important friend, but it felt way more intimate than that.

Billy stood up, looking over at the window. "If it helps you sleep, I could run a quick perimeter check"

"No, don't go out of the house" She stared at his form, he was looking over at the roads below, a gun in his backpocket.

Billy turned his head towards her, "You sure? You do need to sleep and if you're scared you will get nightmares again"

"There's something else that might help, don't leave the house though"

"What is it?" He was facing her, leaning his back at the window frame.

She was hesitating to say it, afraid he might react in a negative way. "Maybe you could sleep in this room, with me."

Billy seemed surprised at her proposition.

"You sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure. But only if you're okay with it."

"Yeah, I'm okay with it, I'll take the floor."

"What! no! Billy peak winter you'll freeze to death in your sleep."

"Well there's no couch in my room, and the one in the living room won't fit in."

"Just sleep on the bed Billy."

"And you are sure you can resist my irresistible face?" A playful smirk formed on his face.

"Yes Russo I am quite certain" She chuckled at his smug face. Seeing her happy even if for just a moment, calmed Billy. She had been traumatized by the events earlier, and her finally smiling was progress.

Billy slipped into the covers and laid down. Rose laid down too, facing him.

"Relax, I'm here and I'm armed, no one will hurt you"

"Okay, you'll be here when I wake up?"

"Promise" Billy gave her a soft smile. She smiled back at him and closed her eyes. She drifted off to sleep easily this time, with the ghost of a smile on her face.

Billy's eyes were fixed on her, the moonlight hit her face, lighting it up softly. He had always found her beautiful, but looking at her in this state, her lying down mere inches away from him, breathing softly. He knew his worry for her, wasn't because she was just a friend to him. She wasn't.

She was way more than that.

And slowly guilt struck him too, his thoughts going back to Madani, if only he had not stopped by at her place, Rose never had to face such a dreadful situation. If only he told her no and came home, to her she would not have those wounds.

Slowly Billy drifted off to sleep, the guilt still eating away at him.

A. N: So here's the new chapter. It's a bit short but thought of keeping it sweet, ik its a bit cliche butttttttt, sometimes cliches are sweet, and hope you guys review!!! LOVE YA xoxo

#ben barnes #ben barnes fanfiction #benbarnes #billy russo #billyrusso #billy russo x reader #billy russo imagine #billy russo fanfiction #billy russo x oc #billy russo x y/n #billy russo x female reader #billy russo x you #Smut #fanfic #fanfiction #jigsaw #thepunisher #frank castle

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jemej3m · 4 years

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do we arrest him?

another excerpt from the ‘married to the enemy’ au because its silly and fun and i like writing it lol

“With all due respect, Wilds,” Kevin said, “I’m going to say: no. Absolutely not.”

The sargeant cocked her head, spinning the whisky around her shallow glass. “Because your opinion matters so greatly to me, Kevin.”

Andrew blocked out whatever response Kevin managed and the resulting argument between him, Sergeant Danielle Wilds and her husband Matthew Boyd: Renee looked on serenely, with a slightly amused curl to her lips, whilst Wymack ordered another gin and tonic.

Andrew’s foot bounced. He was not anxious. He was never anxious. He was simply introducing his husband to his colleagues. It’d been years since they’d come together as a team. It was about time they’d met the mysterious Neil.

It’s not like his face was recognisable or anything. It’s not like he’d been running the largest crime syndicate in Baltimore after his father’s death. Neil had inherited it after they’d gotten together, anyway.

“Is Allison coming along?” Renee inquired, lightly, still ever-so-serene. His partner was a jumble of nonsensical loose ends, with a large scar on her jaw contradicting the collar done up to her throat and the silver cross hanging around her neck. It was why they’d gotten along so well in the first place, and why he’d invited her to witness his wedding.

Which was where, consequently, she had met Allison Reynolds, Neil’s right-hand woman.

Andrew shot her a glare before looking back to the doorway. Where was he? Punctuality wasn’t his forte, but fifteen minutes late to something Andrew had insisted he shouldn’t be late to was stretching it. Had something happened? Had the Bearcats finally grown their little claws and lashed out at Neil? Was he dead in a ditch somewhere?

“Hi,” came a familiar voice, breathless. Andrew glanced over his other shoulder to see Neil, grinning and red-cheeked. He must have run. Understanding Andrew’s apprehension, he chanced a kiss on Andrew’s cheek. “Came in through the back.”

Of course he had this particular divebar in his pocket. It was one of Andrew’s regular hangouts: he would have this place fortified to the very last screw.

Allison gave Renee a little wink, waving her manicured nails like a manic pixie. Andrew took Neil’s wrist under the table and gave it a light squeeze before turning back to his colleagues.

Kevin was going purple, mouth hanging open like a gaping fish.

“So,” Dan said, voice strained slightly. “This is Neil.”

“My husband,” Andrew confirmed. “Yes.”

“Did you know about this?” Matt hissed into Renee’s ear, not at all subtle. She simply smiled her glittering smile in response.

“Jesus Christ,” Wymack mumbled into his glass, downing the whole thing.

“Nice to finally meet you all,” Neil said, placidly. “This is my friend, Allison. I hope it was alright to bring her along.” Allison’s grin was mischievous.

Kevin allowed a strangled noise to escape his mouth.

“We’ve only got one seat,” Matt said, bewildered.

“That’s alright,” Neil shrugged, offering it to Allison and leaning against Andrew’s thigh instead. Andrew let his arm loop around Neil’s waist, steadying him.

Kevin slowly looked Neil up and down, left to right, trying to comprehend how the fuck did I end up having drinks with the mob boss I’ve been chasing down for years -

“I can get the table another round?” Neil offered.

“That’d be very kind of you, Neil.” Renee said, calmly.

“Renee -” Dan managed.

“Beer?” Neil inquired, nodding to Matt. He arched an eyebrow at Kevin. “A bottle of vodka?”

“Are you serious?” Kevin exploded. “Are you serious? The one person who has evaded me for the entirety of my detective career is sitting on my colleague’s lap and offering me a drink when he probably has knives in his pockets and a dead man’s skull in his backpack -” he paused to take a trembling inhale, hands clutching the edge of the table.

“Well, I’m not really sitting on Andrew’s lap,” Neil snorted. “I only have one knife on me, and it’s most certainly not in my pocket: how impractical.” He jostled Allison’s shoulder. “Do you have a skull in your backpack? Because I didn’t bring a backpack.”

“I wouldn’t be caught dead with a backpack,” Allison responded snootily, putting her little handbag on the table. “How tasteless.” Neil laughed.

Andrew pulled him closer.

“I’ll have a clean bitters, Neil,” Renee said, breaking the silence. “If that’s alright.”

“Copying me?”

Renee smiled. “Perhaps. Though I’ve yet to find somewhere that does virgin margaritas as well as you do.”

“You’ll just have to come over for dinner again.”

“Do we arrest him?” Matt whispered into his wife’s ear.

“I have no clue,” Dan responded.

“I’ve been meaning to give you a recipe I found for a healthy pastabake,” Renee suggested, ignoring Andrew’s glare. “I’ve given Andrew leftovers for lunch and he didn’t even notice the difference.”

“That’s a relief,” Neil grinned. “It’s like bathing a cat.” He jostled Andrew’s shoulder. “Retiring means I get to cook more: you’d better watch out.”

“What the fuck,” Kevin whispered.

“Don’t burn the kitchen down,” Andrew said sullenly.

“Retiring?” Matt echoed, weakly. “I didn’t think you could retire from -”

“I, too, have recently decided to follow my passions,” Allison said, airily. “I’m thinking of starting a fashion line. Perhaps a boutique.”

“That’s amazing,” Renee said, a hint of relief in her tone. Andrew knew she’d been holding out on Allison for her to move on from her morally grey loyalties onto something more palpable. “I’m sure you will be successful.”

“What the fuck,” Kevin repeated, a little louder.

“Matt, Dan,” Neil grinned. “Andrew told me you’re adopting. That’s brilliant.”

“Yes,” Matt said, bewildered. “We’ve been fostering a little girl for a few years now: the papers have finally come through.”

“Maybe I could be a stay-at-home dad,” Neil wondered aloud, leaning his head on Andrew’s shoulder. “We could foster, Drew. We’ve got a spare room.”

“You can barely keep the cats alive,” Andrew muttered, shoving his hand into the backpocket of Neil’s jeans as a warning. Neil grinned into his shoulder.

“You have cats?” Dan responded, airily.

“Yes,” Neil nodded gravely. “Andrew’s cousin named them. Sir Fat Cat McCatterson and King Fluffkins.”

Andrew watched as Dan and Matt’s resolve began to falter, the smiles at his husband’s ridiculousness beginning to crack open. Even Wymack had kept his attention on the table, intrigued.

As Neil took down drink orders and Allison shuffled her chair closer to Renee, Andrew knew that everything would turn out alright. Neil was just as Andrew had reluctantly described him: a human disaster with a quick-witted tongue and a brilliant grin. Not just a mobster. Not just Nathan Wesninski’s son.

“What the fuck!” Kevin spluttered, but everyone ignored him.

send me more prompts for this au lmao its so silly

#andreil #andrew minyard #neil josten #mobster/cop au #butcher!neil #cop!andrew #fluff #married #chaotic kevin day lol #aftg #all for the game #jem writes

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jmnjmnjmn · 3 years

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Eternal beings | Chapter 8

Pairing: Vampire!Jungkook x Human!Reader

Key words: supernatural, vampire.

Word count: around 3,500

Warnings: swearing, sadness, jealousy, mentions of murder

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I’m also working ona a Taehyung thing right now so please bear with my posting schedule...

You opened your eyes at the abrasive sound of your alarm. Feeling as if you haven’t slept a minute last night you sat up on the bed and looked out the window. The morning was foggy, the light drizzle visible in the rising sun. You looked down onto the street looking for Jungkook, but no one was there. It was half past five, still too early for him to be waiting for you outside. Nonetheless the prospect of him being out there - somewhere, anywhere, coming your way - made you feel uneasy. You picked yourself up from the bed lazily and headed for the bathroom to brush your teeth and wash your face before applying some makeup. As you approached your bedroom’s door you stumbled over something on the floor. Looking down you noticed the pile of clothes you angrily threw and kicked to the ground last night. The memory of it made you feel even more shitty. Because of your frustration with Jungkook you blew up on Taehyung who wasn’t at fault here at all. You made a mental note to yourself to make it up to him today and went on with your morning routine more quietly than ever not to wake him or his dog.

As you applied your makeup, did your hair and packed your bag you looked out the window onto the street every now and then to make sure Jungkook’s not standing there, waiting for you. His absence made you anxious. It was nearing six when you finally walked downstairs to eat a quick breakfast before heading out. You decided on one of the “1 minute oatmeal” mixes Taehyung had in his kitchen cabinet. You poured hot water over the dusty mixture and scrunched your nose at the strange smell, hoping it looked and smelled worse than it tasted. With the steaming bowl in one hand and a spoon in the other you once again walked to one of the windows on the front of the house. There wasn’t even a stray cat on the street. You stood by that window eating the oatmeal and slowly realising that this is not your kind of breakfast.

“Maybe the reason Taehyung has so many of these is that he doesn’t want to eat them, because they suck so bad…” You said to yourself as you were quickly washing up the dishes after yourself. You dried your hands and rushed to the door, not wanting to be late for work.

As you were tying your sneakers you felt your stomach tighten. You were nervous about what, or rather who, you would see waiting for you outside. You took one more deep breath before opening the door. To your surprise no one was there. The emptiness of Taehyung’s driveway didn’t make you feel any less nervous. You turned your back to the street to lock the door behind yourself and as you pulled the key out of the lock you heard the heavy iron handle on Taehyung’s home’s gate squeak.

“Here we go…” You muttered under your breath and turned around. Jungkook was walking through the gate with his eyes focused on the handle he was gripping. He looked up at you and gave you a half smile.

“Hey.” He mouthed quietly, as though he could wake up the neighbourhood if he spoke with his full voice. You caught yourself starting to become warm inside and quietly told yourself in your mind not to fall for his tricks and do that.

The two of you walked silently all the way to the station. You kept your hands in your pockets clenched in fists not only to protect them from the strange cold of today's morning, but also because of your once again raising frustration. You didn’t know how you should or shouldn’t feel about this whole ordeal with Jungkook. Both him and Yoongi told you yesterday that they were vampires and you couldn’t wrap your head around it. The only way to make it make sense was to believe they’re both insane or ask them for a more detailed explanation. The first option appealed to you the most.

As you stood on the station awaiting your train Jungkook paced around next to you humming something quietly. You glanced at him and almost smiled, but stopped yourself quickly before anyone could see. You avrted your eyes back to the tracks, furrowing your brows.

Usually there were a couple of empty seats on the train at this time, but today it was more crowded so you stopped a couple of steps from the door and grabbed onto a bar for stability. As you pulled out your phone to check the time you felt a weight come onto your shoulder. You looked towards it and saw Jungkook holding onto the sleeve of your jacket. This time you didn’t hold back the smile remembering how you and your friends always grabbed onto each other’s bags, shoulders and jackets to keep balance on a moving bus or train.

You felt silly. He seemed so innocent yet… You couldn’t just forget about what he said he did to (Victim’s name). He was a murderer. He admitted it. The fact that you didn’t call the police immediately after meeting him for the first time after that faithfull night on Third made you no better than him. There was no excuse you could come up with for withholding such important information in an official FBI investigation. You were a criminal. Just like Jungkook. You might have not murdered anyone, but you lied and covered for him. You looked down at your phone with tremendous guilt in your heart. There were so many times you could have called the police, so many opportunities, that you didn’t take, to come clean and make this mess go away.

“Central station.” A robotic female voice announced from the train speakers. You picked up your gaze realising it’s your stop and made your way to the opening door with Jungkook following closely behind.

You walked together, side by side, still in total silence. As you were not more than ten meters from the shop’s doog Jungkook slowed down his pace and stopped. You automatically did the same which made you feel really dumb. He was the one following you to work. You should’ve kept walking and left him behind to get rid of him at least for a moment, but you didn’t and answering the question of “why?” seemed like too hard of a task for the moment.

“What time do you finish your shift?” He asked, stepping in front of you.

“E- Wait, no.” You barely managed to refrain yourself from telling him what he wanted to know. “ Why do you want to know?” You answered his question with your own already knowing what he’ll say.

“I want to pick you up and walk you home.” You exhaled loudly, looking away and giving your head a small shake.

“Don’t.” You replied after a moment, your gaze still resting somewhere far off in the street.

“Come on, (Y/N).” Jungkook said in a teasing manner, putting his hands in his jeans pockets.

“I don’t need a shadow.” You finally managed to look at him again. Your eyes travelled from his chin to his lips and up to his eyes which were a dark shade of brown right now. “Especially from a guy like you.” You added and his smile widened.

“Like me?” He chuckled referring to your altercation from last night.

“Don’t start.” You muttered, feeling your stomach turning at the thought of hearing about vampires again.

“Alright, alright. But just so you know I was asking to be polite.” He said, taking a step back. “I already know your schedule. I’ll be here ten to eleven.” Your eyebrows travelled up involuntarily at his statement. “Have a good day at work, (Y/N).” He added taking another step back still facing you. With his next step he turned around, shooting you a smirk.

Confused about how he knew your work hours you walked into the shop and headed straight for the door marked with a “staff only” sign. Your wonderment was cut short as you set your eyes on the only other person in the break room.

“Jimin.” You said your coworker's name, greeting him as you closed the door behind yourself. He smiled up at you from his phone and went back to typing something up on the screen rapidly. “Did you by any chance talk to Jungkook recently?” You asked him, setting your bag down on the old couch. He glanced up at you from his phone again with his eyebrows raised. Your question must have caught his attention, because he quickly locked his phone and put it in his jeans backpocket.

“Yeah. We talked.” He answered with a cheeky smile you didn’t appreciate. “If he only knew!” You called out in your head.

“And did you talk about me?” You proceeded with the questions.

“We did.” Jimin put his arms across his chest and his grin grew wider.

“Perhaps about my work schedule?” Jimin only smiled at you without a word, but it was enough of an answer. “Jimin, why?” You sighed, not knowing how to knock it out of his head that you were interested in Jungkook.

“I did you a favour. Without me you would never end up seeing him.” You put your palm on your forehead feeling a headache forming under there and rubbed it slowly. “Oh, don’t pretend you don’t like it.” He snickered.

“Did it ever cross your mind that I might not want to see him?” You tried to explain it to him slowly so that you didn’t slip and say something you didn’t mean to say to him. Like for example: Your crazy boyfriend claims he and his friend are vampires.

“(Y/N), you quit being so pessimistic.” He said walking up to you and hugged you from the side. “Jungkook is nothing like your previous crushes and boyfriends you told me about.” Jimin rubbed your shoulder trying to comfort you, but all you could feel right now was helpless and misunderstood. “He’s a good guy.” You exhaled a soft chuckle at his statement. “There’s nothing weird about him, no obsessions or questionable past. Yoongi can vouch for him.” You couldn’t stop a grin forming on your face and looked up at Jimin.

“Somehow that doesn’t make me feel any better.” He frowned and thought for a moment before speaking again.

“Well, I know you had a fight last night-” You didn’t let him finish and pulled out from under his arm. How is it that everyone knows everything about you and yet you are clueless about everything that is going on?

“Wha- Who told you- Taehyung? That-” You struggled to for a proper sentence and before you could succeed Jimin cut you off.

“Don’t be angry with him.” He defended Taehyung. “He just wants the best for you. Like me.” He added with a smile. You couldn’t get angry with him. Yes he meddled and gossiped, but he didn’t know half of what you knew and he didn’t mean to do any wrong.

“I know Jimin, but I think I know best what’s best for me.” You said, rubbing your forehead again to make the impending headache go away. “Trust me and let me make my own decisions, okay?” Jimin put his arms across his chest again, looking at you with sympathy in his eyes. “I’ll handle this whole Jungkook deal myself without you, Taehyung or Yoongi getting involved.” You said, hoping that you just put an end to this discussion.

“About Yoongi.” Jimin perked up and you felt your shoulders drop a little. “He tells me you went to him asking all sorts of questions about your admirer-”

“Come on!” You cut him off, hearing more than enough. “I just told you not to meddle in this!” Now you had your arms in a knot across your chest as well. “Please, Jimin. Just- Just let me do this at my own pace, okay?” You asked him sincerely.

“Okay, okay.” He sighed. “But remember everything you tell Jungkook he will tell Yoongi and Yoongi will tell me.” As he listed this chain of communication a cheeky smile formed on his face once again.

“God damnit, Jimin.” You laughed and pushed his shoulder.

“I’m kidding.” He chuckled and the two of you, still bickering, went out of the break room to go on with today's workload.

Towards the end of your shift you were on checkout duty, googling out all the information about the murder case from last weekend when a ridiculous thought came to your mind. You opened a new tab in the internet app on your phone and let your thumb hover over the letter “v”, still hesitant whether you should go down this rabbit whole. You were deep in thought when Jimin called your name simultaneously bringing you back to reality. “One that doesn’t include vampires.” You thought hopefully.

“(Y/N).” Before he could say anything more you realised you were covered in goosebumps. You looked at the thermometer on the window to check the room's temperature, but as you turned your gaze towards it you noticed the real reason behind your body’s odd behaviour. “Your boyfriend’s here.” Jimin said, looking through the glass door with a box of blue Fanta in his arms.

“He’s not my boyfriend.” You muttered. Jungkook was in fact out there like he promised, walking towards the shop in long strides. He noticed you eying him through the window and waved in your direction with a smile.

“Ten to eleven, (Y/N).” He greeted you as he walked through the shop’s door, ringing the small bell hanging over it. “Hey, Jimin.” He greeted your coworker who still stood by the door with the box of beverages he was supposed to set up on a shelf in the front. “Are you ready?” He asked you.

“It’s ten to eleven. I still have ten more minutes of work to do.” You said emphasizing the word “ten” each time, reluctant to go anywhere with him. Jungkook opened his mouth, but before he could say a word Jimin cut in.

“You can go. I’ll finish up here, (Y/N).” He smiled sweetly at you and Jungkook, but you knew what was really hiding under that expression. “Go on, get your things.” He urged you, but you didn’t move an inch from behind the register. The two of you stood in your places, Jimin with the box of Fanta in his arms and you with your palms resting on the counter, looking each other in the eyes trying to communicate with them and without speaking up.

“I’ll wait. It’s just ten minutes.” Jungkook finally said, glancing between the two of you and breaking the silence. He leaned on the counter and pulled his phone out to occupy himself with.

You sighed and hoped for a customer to come in or something so that those ten minutes really seemed like work and not just you trying to stick it to Jimin and Jungkook. Unfortunately for you no one came in. As the ten minutes were quickly coming to an end you decided to collect your things and get going. You reached under the counter to unplug your phone’s charger when the volume on the worn-out TV above your head increased. When you got up from under the counter you saw Jimin with the remote in his hand, the Fanta box empty under his arm.

“Look, (Y/N). It’s your case.” He said pointing to the screen and turning the volume up even higher. You looked at the screen terrified.

“Your case?” Jungkook asked from behind you without even a bit of curiosity in his voice. You didn’t have to face him to see the expression he had on his face, you knew he had that smug cocky smile all over it.

“She’s a witness.” Jimin explained to him, clueless of the fact he just outed you as a rat to the killer you were testifying against to the police.You felt your cheeks turn red, but decided to try to play it cool.

“Old news.” You shot Jimin down, trying to talk over the news anchor who was now describing in detail how (Victim’s name) was found that faithfull night you saw Jungkook for the first time. “Nothing really came out of my statement.” You said turning to face the two guys. “I didn’t see or hear much to be honest.” You babbled with your voice being a little higher pitched than usual from the nerves as rolled up your charger.

“Well, you did see the guy.” Jimin said, putting the remote down on the counter. Jungkook raised his brow at you and slowly put his arms across his chest, getting ready to enjoy the show of Jimin and you spitting arguments back and forth.

“It was dark.” You said.

“You gave a description to a sketch artist.” He answered.

“I didn’t have my glasses on.” You kept explaining.

“You told me you would definitely recognize him if you saw him on the street.”

“After giving it more thought I don't really think I could.”

“You said he was kinda hot.”

“Didn’t!” You yelled and felt yourself burning up.

“Alright, that I made up.” Jimin laughed.

“I’m going home.” You said grabbing the remote and turning the TV off which earned you a resigned moan from Jimin. “I’ve got online classes to attend.” You added slipping out from behind the counter and walking towards the back room.

“You two go. I’ll wait for our switch. Who is late. Again.” You heard Jimin complain in a playful tone behind your back.

You rested your back on the closed door of the back room and sighed deeply. As you relaxed your shoulders you began feeling how tense they were for the past ten minutes or so since Jungkook walked into the shop. You took off your name tag slowly and put it on the pin board on the wall feeling the soreness in each muscle in your arms. You stuffed your jacket into your bag and threw it over your shoulder. As you rested your sweaty palm on the cold door handle you stopped for a second to make the impossible wish of not seeing Jungkook when you step out onto the shop. You exhaled slowly to prepare yourself to be let down and pushed the door open.

“Ready?” He asked sweetly as you approached the front door and also him. You noticed Jimin trying to hide a cheeky smile as he stood behind the checkout.

“Bye, Jimin.” You said, knowing already he must have told Jungkook something you asked him not to. Deciding not to answer him and just kept walking all the way to the door. Jungkook bid his farewell to your coworker as well and swiftly turned as you passed him by.

Together you walked down the street. Shoulder to shoulder. You were about to take the turn right to the train station when Jungkook spoke up.

“Here.” You heard a beeping sound and you averted your eyes to where it came from. Jungkook walked towards a black car parked on the sidewalk leaving you a couple of steps behind as you stood in place unsure of what to do. He reached for the door handle on the passenger's side and opened it for you.

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phara · 4 years

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Oumota Week, Day 1: mastermind(s) AU

„They always give you a pretty pretentious backstory, don’t they?”

Kaito flinched. “Don’t say always.”

“But it’ll be always pretty soon now, Momota.” Kokichi stood in front of him, calculating. After he counted down something on his fingers, he started again.

“Hey, how many runs has it been now?”

Kaito scoffed. “Don’t ask me. You’re the one they didn’t touch during preproduction.”

A strange glint entered Kokichi’s eyes before they narrowed to slits in one of his shit-eating grins. It had taken Kaito a long time to learn that that, too, was a lie.

“Nishishi, you really should’ve behaved yourself better. Making out with the lead is a no-go, cute little asstronaut.”

Kaito dropped the glass he was holding. “What?”

“Especially since she was the director’s ex. You really know how to start off the season.”

“You’re joking.” He knew Kokichi was lying, he knew, but –

“Of course I am,” Kokichi’s grin made way for an exasperated expression for a second before returning in full force. “Or am I?”

“Cut the shit, Ouma,” Kaito spat, still shell-shocked. He leant down to pick up his drink which was now sadly spread all across the AV room floor. With a curse he put the glass on the table, liberated a tissue from his backpocket and began wiping down the wet carpet.

Kokichi giggled. “Always so expressive. This is why the audience loves you, Momota.”

In moments like these, Kaito never really knew what to say. He’d have liked to be able to converse with Kokichi, he thought. To see if he didn’t hurt himself when he cut Kaito with his sharp-edged words; because, as ever, they were both equally fucked. After multiple rounds, he sometimes thought he had the measure of the analyst, the technician, the supreme leader, and other times he felt like he was running headlong into a wall and hoping it’d break with repeated exposure.

“As if you’d ever have had a chance with Akamatsu anyway. Wow, big-headed much?”

That stopped his hand from moving. Kaito leant back up and mustered his counterpart critically. Kokichi just stood there, hands behind his head, gaze trained on Kaito’s face like he was waiting for something.

“You really want to work together?” Kaito asked. “Doesn’t seem like it with the shit you’re saying.”

“Now, now, Momota,” Kokichi liked saying his name, Kaito noticed. Rolled the syllables like he was tasting every single one, formed the word peculiarly for someone who never grew tired of belittling him. “If we want to prevent what befell poor Akamatsu from ever happening again, we have no choice but to work together.”

“You killed her.”

He’d killed her just as surely as he’d killed Rantaro, and the staff had really outdone themselves with the execution: Even weathered as he was, Kaito had been about to spew right there in the courtroom. A cynical voice in his head that sounded suspiciously like Kokichi had murmured that they must’ve gotten a bigger budget approved.

“And thanks to that, all the others are still alive. You know, you never thanked me for that.” Kokichi tilted his head sideways. “Nevermind, are we really doing this? We have more important things to worry about.”

This was going nowhere except maybe into a nasty headache. “You started it!”

“Me, me, me – honestly Momota, can we get past my humble personage – as difficult as I know that is – and concentrate on how to beat the Killing Game?”

Kaito laughed bitterly. “You can’t beat the killing game.”

Suddenly, Kokichi was in his face. Purple eyes stared unblinking into violet ones.

“Exactly.”

Unsettled, Kaito leant back. “So what do you propose? You just giving up?”

“The same thing you’ve been trying to do, without much success,” Kokichi smiled one of his most unsettling smiles yet. “If we can’t beat it, break it. We’ll smash the playing board.”

Kaito sat there for a long time after Kokichi left, chin in his hands. The evening announcement came and went, but he couldn’t bring himself to move just yet.

Kokichi’s plan made sense, or it sounded like it did to Kaito anyway. There were a few suspicious blank spots that meant he wouldn’t like whatever they would have to do, but at this stage, there was no point getting choosy. Whatever the outcome, this was their last chance: he couldn’t imagine the network keeping them around much longer. They were getting older, after all.

Kaito contemplated the possibility that this would turn out to be the last season. He considered trusting his longtime opponent with his life and goals and ambition, his entire being in the small hands of an overly mischievous child.

But that was unfair. Kokichi was smart, everyone knew that, and still they constantly underestimated just how smart he really was. Because he was devious and underhanded and, from time to time, beyond malicious: in other words, exactly who they would’ve wanted on this show, if only he didn’t hate it so goddamn much.

Two games ago, Kaito had despised him; last game, he’d despaired, because if only he had the other’s brain, his schemes, his brilliance, maybe he would’ve finally been able to break this charade. Last game he’d looked at Kokichi and saw something worth having, and he’d been so heartsick with that knowledge he’d barely been able to look at the fucker. Them working together now felt predestined, and if Kaito was anything like his adversary, he’d have wondered if that was what Team Danganronpa was aiming for the whole time; but as it is, he discarded the thought. Kokichi would have calculated that, too.

Kokichi said if he had a choice, he’d never have trusted him even this much; but Kaito knows that’s bullshit: He’d had a choice to continue as he was, and he’d decided that working together with the rival he professed to hate was a better option.

Kaito, even after all this, doesn’t hate himself. He knows what he’s good for, and he’s aware that all he’s good for in Team Danganronpa’s eyes is to act as a stimulant so the Killing Game doesn’t get boring, an adrenaline shot for the slow boil. But this time, he feels it’s different, that with these people he might really make the difference: because the body they released him in wasn’t a carcass about to twitch its last, because this time, it was still struggling against its captors, and with a bit of help it might finally break free.

Because even with the ultimatum, not one of them had chosen to kill.

And now he had a hand guiding him that knew where to set him, that could apply his strength with surgical precision. For the first time in a long while, Kaito felt… brave.

He remembered Kokichi sauntering out the door, all confidence and swagger, and turning around just before he left: “Let’s drive this fucking franchise against a wall.”

“Dammit.” Kaito covered his face with his hands. “You better come through on this for me, Kokichi.”

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avenging-fandoms · 4 years

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Prompt list 17 no.3 where the reader and hotch were best friends and practically husband and wife from childhood thru hs/college and then Hayley comes along and reader has to sit and watch her best friend and almost lover be loved by someone else eye— 🤧🤧

3: “and slowly… i was forgotten.”

*i didn’t realize how long this was until i posted it. but i love writing angst, so enjoy :)

“can you believe it? we’ve been together for nearly our whole lives, living together, and now we’re finally getting our own apartments” you said and he laughs, taping his last box and labeling it ‘clothes’ “i’m so sad we’re not going to be with each other every day anymore. it’s going to be so different”

your arms wrap around his torso, head laying on his chest. he rubs your back and kisses the top of your head, the both of you swaying slowly. you look up at him and he looks down, smiling. “i’m gonna miss our after dinner dances”

you smile, placing your head back on his chest. you two swayed for longer, until you were interrupted by a knock at the door. you look up at aaron, wanting to tell him right then and there. “aaron i-”

the knocks came again, and then a woman’s voice calling for aaron. you pull away, looking at him who smiled. he walked to the door, and your heart sunk as a beautiful woman walked through the door, pecking aaron on the lips. you tried your best to hide your breaking heart as the two walked over. “yn, this is my girlfriend, haley. haley, this is my life long best friend, yn”

you shake her hand, smiling the best you could at her. “aaron’s told me so much about you. so many stories about your childhood” she spoke and you softly chuckle, shoving your hands in your backpocket. you pretended to get a phone call, excusing yourself and going into your bedroom. you sit on the edge of your bed, hand over your mouth as you cried.

soon the movers came and you sneaked by the two, meeting the movers and telling them what boxes to take and that you’d show them to your new place. you look at haley and aaron, who sit on the couch all snuggled up together. without saying a word, you grab your bag and keys.

“oh, yn!” you stop, mentally cursing that you were caught. you spin, the fakest spin on your lips. “you should come over for dinner tonight, to break in mine and haley’s new apartment”

“oh, i’d love to, b-but i have to unpack and i’m also adopting that cat tomorrow morning. maybe another day” you say and he nods, standing up and heading over to you. he wraps his arms around you and you hesitate, then gripping his shirt as you hug him tightly.

“i love you, yn. i’ll come visit, okay?” you nod, pushing away from him and running out the door without saying anything. you rush to your car, gripping your steering wheel, beating yourself up that you never made a move on him.

“i shouldn’t be upset. i’m the idiot that never did anything. goddamn it” you sigh and wipe your eyes, turning on your car and having the movers follow you. they bring all your boxes inside and you pay them, thanking them as they leave. you close your door and look at your empty apartment, sighing. you pull your phone out and call the shelter, asking if you could come pick your cat up today and they said it was absolutely okay.

you grabbed all the things from the store for your cat, heading to the shelter and meeting your new 1-year-old orange cat. he purred and snuggled under your neck, remembering you. a tear falls down your cheek, kissing him. you thank the shelter workers, walking out with your cat in your arms. you hug him when you sit in the seat, kissing him over and over as he purrs.

“i would’ve gotten you way earlier but aaron said no. but now i do what i want” you boop your nose against his, smiling. you drive home with ‘avenger’ sleeping in your lap. you bring him inside then bring his stuff in, filling up his cat box, food and water dish, and lay out his toys.

your phone dings, a picture from aaron on your screen “in the new home! miss you already!” but it was a picture of him and haley. you send ‘miss you too’ and delete the picture of him and haley, locking your phone and sighing as you flop on the couch.

for the next 7 months, you and aaron hung out 5 times out of that span of time. you tried to make plans, but either he was working, or he was making up the missed time with haley.

you set down your bag and keys, avenger coming over and rubbing himself against your leg. you lean down and pick him up, cradling him like a baby and kissing him. you let him down, looking through your mail and seeing a nice looking envelope addressed from aaron and haley.

a wedding invitation. you think about it, wondering when they met, and if it was way too early. why didn’t he tell you about her if he was dating her for longer than that? you two were life long best friends, you shared everything. why hadn’t he shared her with you?

you lean against the counter, staring at the invitation with tears in your eyes. you shouldn’t be crying, you were the one who didn’t make a move. you tried to drop hints, but it was no use. he never caught on. you should’ve said something, kissed him, anything. but you didn’t. now he was hers, and you barely got to see him.

a knock sounded at the door and you take a few deep breaths, wiping your eyes and putting on a smile as you open the door. you were surprised to see aaron, just aaron. “no haley?” was the first thing you say. not hello, not i didn’t expect you, no.

“no, she’s working, and i have the day off. i wanted to come see you, it feels like forever” he gives you a small hug as you let him in, closing the door. “ah, you got the invitation. are you coming?”

“i don’t know, i’ll have to see if i could get the day off of work” he nods and you grab the invitation, standing in front of him. “you’re getting married in our hometown. what.. what made you decide that?” you tried your best to hide your breaking heart. that’s what you imagined with you and aaron. not aaron and haley.

“i showed her some venues and she loved one by the beach. so that’s where we’re getting married” you nod, putting the invitation back on the counter and sitting on the couch. “are you okay?”

“yeah. just.. just upset about work” you sniffle and he sits on the ottoman in front of you, shaking his head.

“liar” you sigh, forgetting he was a profiler “what’s really on your mind?”

“i haven’t seen you in weeks, aaron. do you know why?”

“because of my job and..” he sighs as he looks at you, realizing “because i spend my free time with haley”

“i’m not fully blaming you, but every time i try you’re spending time with her. i mean, i’ve been your best friend since kindergarten, aaron! i get she’s your girlfriend- sorry- fiance, but i think i should get a little more time? and shit, i’ve been in love with you since high school but was too scared to ever say anything. then you met haley, which you didn’t tell me about, and slowly... i was forgotten. it hurts aaron, every text, every call, every time you’re on the news” you rant, feeling the weight fall off your shoulders. it was all finally off your chest. everything you were holding in for months, even years, finally coming out. but when you saw his face, you regretted it.

“you.. you love me. you didn’t say ‘i was in love with you’ you said ‘i’ve been in love with you’ .. are you still in love with me?” he asks, and you struggle to find words. you just slowly nod, aaron sighing and running his fingers through his hair. “why didn’t you say anything? god i loved you since i first saw you! i wanted to kiss you at prom, graduation, but i didn’t think you wanted it! we lived together for how long, and not once did you say anything! i would’ve been okay with it, yn. i loved you and i never wanted anyone else but you”

“you’re using past tense, you loved me” you whimper, aaron chuckling.

“yeah, because i love haley now! i’m marrying her even though i wish i was marrying you!” he exclaims, taking you aback. his eyes widen, quickly standing up. “i need to go”

“no aaron wait-”

“no i need to think! i’m confused now! why did you wait to tell me when i get engaged?” you shrug, lip trembling.

“i’m sorry”

“i’ll call you” he says and rushes out the door. you let out a small yell, ripping the invitation and falling on the couch, arm over your eyes as you softly cry. you ruined it, you ruined your friendship with aaron, and you made aaron confused about his engagement. you felt awful. avenger comes over, laying on your chest and pawing at your chin. you let out a small laugh, sitting up and kissing him on the head.

“you’re the only man i’ll ever love, avenger” you smile, hugging him to your chest.

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“rollercoaster” || denki kaminari

desc.: You worked at the hot dog stand. He worked at the Cosmic Arcade. What else is there to say? [2k words - f!reader]

a/n: this song goes so hard. it’s one of those songs that just feels like summer!! [navigation]

Summer break meant new opportunities, new experiences, and apparently for you, it meant hot dogs, too. You’d considered applying for a job at your local supermarket or fast food restaurant, but you heard about the three-free-rides-a-week discount at the nearby space-themed amusement park, so of course you were gonna apply for the job that paid significantly less (but gave you so, so much more). You never had much energy left in you to go on the rides after your shift, but just having the discount was enough.

You’d nearly worked in the Play Area 51 before it dawned on you just how much little kids tend to vomit, especially directly into the ballpit, so you instead decided to work at one of the many hot dog stands- one that was frequented by less-vomiting-more-screaming children, middle-aged women complaining about how they “asked for extra ketchup,” and surprisingly, really cute boys. Especially the cute boy that worked in the Cosmic Arcade.

He looked exactly like someone who’d spend his time playing laser tag or driving bumper cars, but didn’t at all seem put down by having to operate them, instead. You couldn’t remember a time you’d seen him without a smile on his face. You also couldn’t remember a single day he hadn’t bought a hot dog on his break since the day you started working at the stand.

You’d never really talked beyond taking his order and him insisting that you “put more ketchup on the hot dog please, I’m going for a world record,” and you insisting that “we don’t have enough ketchup to satiate your strange desire to consume an ungodly amount of an already-unholy condiment,” and to be honest, you were tired of simping from afar. But alas, you were but a simple hot dog merchant, and he worked ten minutes away at the distant Cosmic Arcade.

However, it was him that eventually spoke first to you nearly three weeks after getting hired: “You know, the most expensive hot dog ever sold was one hundred and sixty nine US dollars.”

You stopped as you were about to give him his food. “Is this you telling me that you wanna try to break another world record?”

“Perhaps. What are you sellin’ for?” He smirked, crossing his arms on the counter and leaning in closer. You put your hands on your hips and looked around.

“I mean, the most expensive thing I can give you is, like, five bucks in US dollars, so you might be in the wrong place to break your record, buddy.”

“I thought this was supposed to be the best hot dog stand in the world.”

Your brows raised. “Who said that?”

“Me.”

“Yeah, but why?”

“Well, it’s got some pretty good hot dogs, but it’s also got this smokin’ hot chick working there, so it’s really at the top of my list.”

You flushed, and he winked at you. You couldn’t help but smile. “Well, if it’s really so good, you should probably get a hot dog. There’s a line.”

He turned to the line behind him and spun back around even faster. “Oh fuck. Can I get a hot dog please?”

“Of course,” You laughed, taking his money after he dug in his pockets for it. “How much ketchup?”

“Too much. Just pile that shit on there!”

“I’ll see what I can do.” You actually giggled as you said it. You couldn’t stop your heart from pounding in your chest as you fixed his hot dog. He was really cute, and really funny, and also acted a little stupid, which you admired in a man. You could do without all the ketchup, though.

You handed him his hot dog with a smile, genuine only for him. “Have a nice day!”

“My day’s already perfect for getting to talk to you!” He beamed, speeding off before you could respond. He ran to one of his far-away friends waiting in line at the funnel cake stand and started bouncing up and down as he talked. You hoped he was talking about you.

When he came back the next day, you asked: “Don’t you ever get tired of hot dogs? You come here every day.”

“I’m not just here for the hot dogs, honey. Speaking of which, can I have a hot dog?” He rested his elbows on the counter and put his cheeks in his hands as he smiled at you. He’d already set his money on the space in front of him.

As you were making his hot dog, he asked you: “What time do you get off of work?”

“I’m getting off at eight today. Why?” You lathered his hot dog with as much ketchup you could give him without getting in trouble.

“Can you meet me at that rollercoaster after you’re done?” He pointed to probably the largest and most terrifying ride in the entire park in the distance, and for a moment, you couldn’t respond. You’d never even thought to try it out, but now, you had to reconsider.

“I mean...I can’t guarantee I won’t vomit all over you when the ride’s over, but sure.” You handed him his hot dog, and he gave you the biggest smile you’d seen from him yet. Just the sight of it made your stomach leap and blossom into a thousand little butterflies. Or maybe that was just the burrito you had for breakfast. Either way, you already knew that you would die for this boy.

“Hell yeah! We can be vomit buddies!” He stuck his hand out for a high-five, and you accepted it with a laugh.

“That’s definitely not the cutest term to use, but okay!” He gave a quick goodbye and ran off again.

The thought of meeting him sped through your mind until you were finally off work, and you made sure to grab your three-free-rides coupon along with your things before making your way to the rollercoaster. The sight of it was daunting, but your need to see that boy again overcame your dread.

When you got there, he was already waiting for you by the ticket booth, and waved to you as your eyes met. You hurried to his side.

“Hey! I was really hoping you’d come!” His hand came to rest on your arm, but you didn’t feel the need to move it in the slightest.

“You thought I wouldn’t?” He took your coupon and gave it to the woman in the booth.

“Kinda. It’s not every day I get to go on rides with pretty girls!” You flushed again and laughed. He turned to the woman in the booth. “Do you think you can get us to the front of the line, Mina?”

“You ask that every time you come here. The answer’s still no, dingus.”

“Dang. Always worth a try.” She gave you your tickets and handed you back your coupon, which you were sure you would lose on the rollercoaster, but you tucked it into your backpocket anyhow. He led you over to the line.

“I thought you’ve never been on this ride before?” You asked. He stuffed his hands in his pockets.

“Oh, no, I come here all the time with the boys.”

“Are they busy right now or something?” You asked, your self-doubt slowly gnawing at the butterflies in your stomach.

“Huh? No, I just wanted to go on it with you! Silly goose.” He bumped his hip softly into yours, and you smiled at the ground. He chatted with you for the few minutes it took to get to the front of the line, and you felt your stomach drop as you were ushered into the spot next to him on the rollercoaster. He seemed to sense your doubt and slipped his hand into yours after the heavy restraint was secured over your torsos. It only helped to calm your nerves until the ride started moving.

You took a deep breath. You had your cute boy next to you, how bad could it be?

You pulled your head up from vomiting in the trash can. “I am never doing that again.”

“But it was fun, right?!” He beamed, holding your hair as your head dipped again. You finished spilling your guts before he handed you a napkin to wipe your mouth. “Come on, I’ll buy you something to get that taste out of your mouth.”

He bought you a soda, and for a moment you walked with him pondering if you were supposed to say goodnight, but he put his hand on the small of your back and asked, “How about one more ride?”

“I’m not going on another rollercoaster ever again, dude.”

“Nah, I was talking about the ferris wheel!” He pointed to it where it loomed behind the sunset in the distance, and you felt your heart speed up in your chest. “It’s a really nice night. I think you could use something to calm you down, yeah?”

You smiled and nodded up at him. Your body was begging to go home and go to bed, but that could wait.

You finished your drink and got in line, trying not to scream like your heart wanted to when you slid into the cart seat next to him instead of the one across. He didn’t seem to mind the closeness, though, as he draped his arm over your shoulders. It occurred to you then that you’d only talked to him for two days. Oh well.

For a moment, you both fell silent as you began to ascend, staring out the window to the orange and pink-stained sky and letting yourself melt in his presence. He turned his head to look at you, and when you turned to him, you realized just how close your face was to his, but neither of you moved to distance yourselves.

After a long moment, he said, “I really wanna kiss you.”

You swallowed. “I mean. We’ve only known each other for like, two days, but...I really wanna kiss you too.”

“I’m gonna kiss you,” He whispered, his other hand moving to rest on your leg.

“You’re gonna kiss me…” And then he did, which you didn’t know why you were so surprised, but you felt your entire body sigh under his touch. It felt like happiness, and sunshine, and your first time breathing. It was like you’d been pining after him for centuries and finally got your first taste. With the way he gripped your side to pull you closer, you could feel that same desperation.

When he finally pulled away, you both took a long moment to breathe and bask in the light of it all before he said: “You wanna know something crazy?”

“Is this another fact about hot dogs?” You smiled, arms moving to wrap around his middle.

“Nah. I just realized that I don’t know your name.”

You blinked. You didn’t know his name, either.

“I mean...what’s your name, then?” You asked after the fact.

“Kami. What about you, sweetcheeks?”

“Y/n is fine,” You laughed, and he smiled with flushed cheeks. “Will you still come see me at work tomorrow?”

“You know it! I better get your number first, though…” Kami pulled out his phone and you punched your number in as he did the same on yours. By the time he handed your phone back to you, the ride had already circled back to the bottom. He talked and laughed with you as he walked you back to the parking lot, his hand laced in your own, and kissed you again before saying goodnight.

Summer break was a funny little time. For you, it meant hot dogs, yes, but it also meant meeting cute boys, and selling said cute boys hot dogs before falling in love with them. And maybe there was some sort of deeper meaning to the enigma that is the hot dog. Whatever it was, it was giving you some hella good luck with three free rides a week and a new boyfriend, so you’d stick around for now.

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sombreboy · 4 years

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Love Maze »5

Previous » Next Series Masterlist ▎ 18+ ▎ pairing: Taehyung x Jungkook ▎ genre: School AU, crack humor, smut, angst, ETL, slow burn, fluff. ▎ word count: 11.4k ▎ ch.warnings: cursing, homophobic slurs(censored), violence/fighting, mentions of blood, they’re both dumb and emotionally constipated. Co-writer & lovely maker of the header: @velvetwicebang ♡♡♡

Why was that enough for him to drop everything and fucking run?

Jungkook came to a halt by Namjoons front door, taking a moment to catch his heavy breath, his hair clinging to his damp forehead. Cool, now what? He’s here. What did he even plan to do? He decided that knocking would be a good start, so he did. Three firm knocks, anxiously waiting for Namjoon to open the door. Ash, on the other hand, was annoyed. He had planned out this night perfectly. Dinner, arcade, he even kissed kook. He was so close to having him come home with him. Who runs away because of a text?

Maybe, he needed to become a little more strict with Jungkook.

Stiff as a rock, Namjoon was sitting on the end of the couch, close to Taehyung’s feet as he looked at the way Tae’s head was propped up against the armrest. Shit, he should get a pillow or something, right? That couldn’t be comfortable. Before he was given the chance to retrieve one from his bedroom, that’s when Joon heard the consecutive knocks on his door. Oh thank god, he was afraid the wrong touch could break Taehyung on accident. “Too loud..” The drunken male moaned from his spot, hand thrown over his forehead whilst the other gripped the bucket close to him. As if on cue, Namjoon quickly answered, eyes widening when he realized who was waiting on the other side, “Jimin— Wait, Kook?” Joon had a lot of questions. For starters, why was he so sweaty? Did he finish running a marathon this late at night? And the most important, “Uh.. Jungkook, what are you doing here?” On any other day Namjoon wouldn’t have minded seeing Kook at his door, but considering the time, plus the tricky situation he was in.. the timing was off, “Do you need anything..?” He didn’t want to worry another friend with the topic of Taehyung, feeling guilty enough for reaching out to Jimin.

Jungkook seemed just as confused by Namjoon's response, ''What do you mean? You texted me, where is Taehyung? Is he okay? You said he's throwing up, is he sick?'' His doe eyes were glossed over with worry, wiping his forehead with the sleeve of his sweater, slowly catching his breath.

''Well, uh, shit...'' Namjoon realized he must've sent the text to him instead, and it made this situation slightly awkward. But nonetheless, he was surprised that Jungkook came over so quickly, like he was worried for the drunken man groaning on the couch.

''Yeah, he drank too much and is completele out of it, and I don't know what to do.'', He figured at this point, there was no time to argue about whether it was Jungkook or Jimin coming over, stepping aside to let Jungkook inside. The younger stepped inside with his shoes on, not bothering since he just wanted to see the elder on the couch as soon as possible, needed to make sure he's okay. He jogged over to Taehyung's form, dropping to his knees on the floor next to him, grasping Tae's arm to move it from his forehead, replacing it with his own hand to feel him. He was hot, his skin pale. He looked trashed, not at all like the man who's come up with snarky remarks and curses flying his way. ''Taehyung, can you hear me?'' He whispered, so he wouldn't be too loud for his drunken ears.

Namjoon stood a little further away, arms crossed over his chest as he watched the scene unfold. It was almost sweet, and almost heart wrecnhing to see the worry in Jungkook's eyes. It only fed into his suspicions about them.

Taehyung lightly shifted around in his spot, groaning some more at the disturbance. “Jungkook..” He breathed out, melting into the younger’s soft touch on his forehead. Tae didn’t know how much he needed this, someone’s care.. Jungkook’s care. “K-Kook, ‘m fine.” Taehyung tried to reassure him, eyes dimmed as he spoke, or rather whispered. The smallest noise was enough to give him a headache. Fuck.. how much did he have to drink? Taehyung didn’t even know.. The boy was so caught up in trying to forget, that he forgot about himself. Taehyung knew that it was a bad idea, yet he still went through with it despite his previous dealings with alcohol. And for what? A taste of rebelling? Taking him by surprise, he got the sudden urge to vomit, again. Taehyung leaned over the couch once more, going through the familiar routine of throwing up in the bucket. Namjoon visibly grimaced at the sight, but he was more worried than anything. He’s never seen anyone this shit faced before, so fragile.

Luckily, Jungkook was somewhat blessed with a strong gut, so the throwing up didn’t phase him as much as it did Namjoon, he backed off a little to give Tae space to throw up, softly combing his fingers through Taehyungs hair, moving his sweaty fringe out his face, “it’s okay, let it out. You’ll feel better soon...” he hushed him, glancing over his shoulder at the other male, “Get a glass of water.” Namjoon hurried to grab a large glass, filling it up with cold water, half sprinting back to hand it to Jungkook, pinching his nose bridge with the other to avoid the stench of vomit.

“Here, drink.” Jungkook waited until taehyung was done throwing up to put the rim of the glass against his chapped lips, tilting it slowly to make him drink. How much did he even drink? He was a total mess, and it made Jungkooks chest clench with worry. “So, uh... yeah, I don’t know, I can’t really keep him here overnight...” Namjoon caught kooks attention with his low voice, “My parents would kill me. I’m supposed to be studying, but—“ “I got him. I’ll take him with me.” Jungkook interrupted him, his voice determined. He lived alone anyway, so he could let taehyung sleep it off, “Just need to get some water in him before even attempting to have him sit up straight.” Jungkook was awfully good at this, due to experience. He’d either be the one taking care of others, or more often than not, be the one who was shitfaced with alcohol. Especially during the period where he was freshly thrown out, spending every weekend out at parties at who knows where and with who knows whom. Just that it was his way of coping with pain. Was Taehyung doing the same?

Namjoon was wide eyed, staring at Jungkook’s back with bewilderment. Now this he definitely didn’t see coming. The fact that Jungkook didn’t even hesitate on taking Taehyung under his wing seemed like something out of a fictional story; it would never happen in real life. But here Joon was, experiencing it with his own two eyes. “Uh—okay, yeah.” Namjoon dumbly nodded, mirroring a bobble head. From the looks of it, Jungkook was prepared for a situation like this; unlike him, who had no clue where to start. After Taehyung had enough water in his system and somewhat managed to sit up, it was back to work. Thankfully, there were no set of stairs to tackle this time around. “Up and at ‘em, Tae.” The eldest of the group ushered, steadying Taehyung on his wobbly feet before carefully walking towards the door, car keys ready to go, “Okay..” Namjoon breathed out when Tae’s body plopped down onto the seat, the latter’s lips pursed out as he mumbled, “are we..” another unnecessary pause, “gonna get i-ice cream?” For the first time since this whole thing uncovered, Joon laughed. “No, Taehyungie. We are taking you to Jungkook’s place. He’s gonna take care of you.” He looked through the rear view mirror, the smile had yet to leave his face. Moments later, and they found themselves in front of Jungkook’s apartment, Namjoon going around his car to help Kook with Taehyung, only to drag him to the younger’s doorstep. After he was situated on Kook’s couch, looking like he was about to fall asleep at any minute, that’s when Joon turned to look at Jungkook. “Oh, uh, since Taehyung will most likely not be at school tomorrow.. there’s something I need to give you to give to him. If that makes sense.” Namjoon knew how he was, he was going to forget if he didn’t pass it over to Kook. But then again, he hesitated if he should.. He reached into the pocket of his jacket, taking a hold of Mila’s note before extending it out for Jungkook to take. “This girl at the party wanted me to give it to him. When, uh, he felt better.” For some reason, the taller felt guilty. He knew there was no reason to be, after all, Jungkook went out with Ash. If there was something going on between the two, it was over by now.. right? The small note had her phone number inside, along with a neatly written, ‘I’d like to get to know you better :) this time not so drunk... call me!’ - Mila Kuznetsov

Jungkook grabbed the paper from Namjoon with a nod, but didn’t look at it until after he said his goodbyes to the team captain, closing the door shut and walking over to stand by Taehyungs half sleeping form. He unravels then note to read it, and he feels weird. Mila? Would like to know him better? Jungkook glanced down at taehyung, still drunk and grumbling something inaudible for the moment, and then back at the note. Did he really feel jealous? Yes...yes he did. Does he have the right to, though? He literally went out with Ash just moments ago— who is he to deny Taehyung the chance to do the same? He put the note in his backpocket, figuring that maybe he would give it to him in the morning. That was a problem for future Jungkook. “Taehyung...” he whispered, not really caring if the elder heard him or not. He was so drunk anyway, he wouldn’t remember. Kook crouched by his face, gaze tracing his gorgeous features once more. He never knew when he’d get a chance to see him this up close again, and he cursed himself for missing it. Even if he looked like crap. “Are you feeling okay?” He felt braver when Tae was in this state, reaching out to stroke his cheek with his thumb. He softly exhaled, his skin still an oddly familiar sensation below his fingertips.

“Hmm..” One of Tae’s eyes slightly peeked open, traveling aimlessly around the blurry details on Kook’s face. Growing tired, he was met by darkness once again, instead leaning into Jungkook’s warm touch, mumbling incoherent phrases that only seemed to make sense to him. Taehyung was spent. He didn’t have the energy for something as simple as uttering a single word. So, he didn’t. He settled for silence, indulging himself in Jungkook’s calming presence.

Jungkook couldnt help but smile, Taehyung was actually... really cute like this. He always thought he was handsome, but cute? His tired response and calm sigh of content from kooks touch was endearing, and jungkook felt like he could finally relax. "I'm glad you're okay...sleep well." He whispered, not expecting a response. After spending another long moment in silence, just watching the elder finally drift into sleep, he decided to get up and head to his own bed, laying down on his back with a sigh. He felt confused. Everything always seems to lead to Taehyung, like a forceful gravity. Or was this simply just a coincidence? "Whatever..." he rolled over to his side, forcing his eyes shut to get some sleep. Tomorrow hed have to deal with Ash and hopefully it wouldn't be too much of a hassle..

The next morning came in the snap of a finger; Taehyung barely felt well rested. He was tossing and turning all throughout the night, and he blames the massive migraine that fucked with his head merciless. Shit, there was school today, wasn’t there..? Wait, what day was today? Was this real life.. Forcing himself to sit up on the couch, Tae’s hair was sticking up in all sorts of directions. His hazy, puffy eyes studied around the unfamiliar room. So this wasn’t real life after all.. Where the fuck was he? “Where the fuck am I..?” He voiced out his booming thoughts, bringing a hand up to rub at his eyes, hoping that would magically give him better vision. To his surprise, it worked for a split second before everything went blurry again. But that second was enough to take in a few key details. This couch.. His fingers sank into the cushion, chest rising and falling more noticeably after relieving what took place here last time. The cumstain. Almost as if they had a mind of their own, his fingers brushed over the spot, feeling the dried up texture underneath his touch. This was definitely Jungkook’s place, but, where was Jungkook? And where the fuck was his shirt? It was next to him, of course.. Last night Taehyung was sweating like crazy, he was surprised he was still here.

Jungkook had quietly left early for practice in the morning, knowing that Taehyung would need to take his sweet time to sleep his hangover off. He probably felt like shit by now. The morning went on as normal the entire morning, and after he had changed back to normal clothes before heading to class, he was stopped by Namjoon, ''Hey, Jungkookie, how's..'' Joon paused for a moment, taking a quick look around to make sure no one heard him, ''How's Taehyung?'' ''He's sleeping it off, he'll be fine.'' Jungkook replied with a shrug, to which Joon just chuckled, mirroring the youngers movements, ''That's good. I figured he wouldn't come in today. Also, um... thanks for taking him, I don't know what the hell I would've done if my parents had gotten home to that. ''No problem,'' Jungkook smiled, strapping his backpack over his shoulder, ''I'm off to class. I'll see ya.''

Strolling through the school hallway, a familiar face was waiting for him outside of the classroom, ''Kookie! I've been waiting for you!'' Ash waved with a dazzling smile on his face, pulling him in for a hug as soon as he was within arms reach. Kook smiled back, letting himself be embraced by his large arms, ''I'm sorry,'' Kook looked up at Ash with his doe eyes, ''That I left so suddenly.'' ''Don't worry about it. Just never do it again, and we will be fine,'' Ash snickered, but he wasn't joking. But how would Kook know that? ''I'm planning that we could resume this date soon, hm? We didn't even get to the best part of it.'' Ash wiggled his eyebrows at the younger, all whilst his wrap around his waist tightened. ''Sounds good!'' Kook was finally released from the affectionate(possessive) embrace to head into class together, and for the rest of the day, it went fairly smooth. The day was finally over, Ash seemed to be fine, so Jungkook could breathe. They had decided to hangout again tomorrow evening, so tonight he was free to do absolutely nothing. He thought. Jungkook unlocked the door, walking inside of his home and kicking off his shoes with a sigh, today was mentally draining after all. He had momentarily forgotten that Taehyung was in his home, so he took off his shirt due to being hot from the jog home, and headed to the kitchen to scavenge his fridge, scratching his nape in thought as he stared into the empty shelves. He settled for a bananamilk and a proteinbar, slowly sauntering in the hallway as he began to chew his 'meal'.

Taehyung had peeked his head in every door frame of Kook’s apartment, giving up on trying to find the latter when it was obvious that he wasn’t home. Either that, or he was deaf, and invisible. He felt awkward lingering around in Jungkook’s apartment, but it wasn’t like he had any other option. Without his car and the massive headache that was still pounding at his head, Tae couldn’t bare to stand still without feeling like he was in a trance. So, for most of the time, he laid on the familiar couch on his stomach, like a puppy waiting for Jungkook’s return. He squeezed in a much needed nap, but was disappointed when he awoke and Kook was nowhere near in sight. Fuck, he still didn’t know what time it was.

A couple hours later when the sound of the door opening reached Taehyung’s ears, he immediately sat up, wanting to seem more put together than he actually was. What should he say? ‘Hey, uh, I’m still in your house. Surprise!’ Right, that wasn’t creepy at all. But he was given little time to think about it, “Jungkook, hey..” Taehyung said when seeing the younger for the first time today, a wave of nerves suddenly crashing over him. He was shirtless. Fuck... “Sorry. For being a bother..” Wanting to enlighten the mood, he mumbled a quiet, “How was school..?” Hoping it would ease the tingly feeling in his body.

Jungkook abruptly turns his attention to the man sitting in his couch, cheeks puffy with the food he’s chewing. He swallows it quickly to reply, “Hey, uh—“ he suddenly felt his face slowly burning up. If only it could melt. Why did he have to take his shirt off? “It’s fine, eh..” his eyes roamed the room, spotting a hoodie he’d left on the backrest of the couch. He headed over to sit down, a small space between the two as he puts reaches over to grab the fabric and slip it on, now feeling much less exposed. Taking another sip of his banana milk to wash down the food, he continues, “School was good, but are you feeling okay?” He tilted his head slightly to the side, eyes roaming the elders face, “you were really drunk.”

Taehyung thought about the best way of answering Jungkook’s question. He didn’t want to worry the younger anymore— well, if he was even worried about him; it wouldn’t surprise Taehyung if Jungkook gave zero fucks, Tae knew he deserved it. Damn.. where was he again? Just like that, he lost his train of thought. The elder shook his head faintly, bringing up his middle and index fingers to rub at his temples. He was hungover, there was no room for thinking too much into things. “I have a headache that hurts like hell, so.. I’ve been better.” The elder shrugged, toying with his fingers in his lap, anything to not look at Kook in the eyes. Taehyung left out the part about having to empty his bladder every five seconds, or the times where he’s had to throw up into the toilet.. It was embarrassing. “Anyways, I was gonna ask Hoseok for a ride, so..” He gulped, “I’ll be out of here soon.”

A part of jungkook was screaming for him to just say 'no rush, stay as long as youd like', but he knows that would be too much. It would be straight up dumb to say--as if jk still wanted him or something. Which he didn’t.. At all. "Alright," he nods, not sure what else to say. Suddenly, he was reminded of the note he has stuffed down his back pocket, feeling his stomach drop. Should he give it to him? Give him the chance with a woman he met on this party? He had no right to take that away from him. BUT.... he cant deny that what hes feeling is jealousy. And it was a lot stronger than he expected, so he decided he might just forget about handing it over. Sorry, Mila. "Want something to eat meanwhile? You must be starving.. I don't have much, but hangover noodle soup would help--" he shrugged, knowing that's probably the longest sentence hes ever said to Tae since they 'broke up'.

“No, uh.. I’m fine.” Taehyung declined Jungkook’s offer, ignoring the quiet rumbling in his stomach. The younger male was right, he was starving, but he’d rather not be here— isolated in Jungkook’s apartment, for longer than necessary. The awkward tension made itself known in the air, and Taehyung was very well aware of the fact that things were a bit tense between Kook and him at the moment. How could it not..? They fucked, twice. The second time on this couch.. Tae ran a hand through his black hair, snapping out of it before fishing for his phone. His thumbs tapped rapidly against the screen, finishing his text and pressing send. Hopefully Hoseok would answer him soon.. Fuck, sometime when he felt less frail, he really needed to retrieve his car. If Taehyung somehow had it parked outside during this situation, he would have been gone hours ago. The elder stayed quiet for a few seconds, noticing the way his hands would curl on his lap. “So you’re gay, huh?” Shit, was he still drunk? Tae supposed that.. since the rest of their friends have gotten a chance to talk to Jungkook about it, so should he. He didn’t have to make it weird, it meant nothing. “I-I don’t care, or anything. I was just.. wondering, I guess.” Taehyung sighed, clenching his jaw just like how he would do when he’s nervous. Opening his mouth to free the words at the tip of his tongue, he forced it shut not even a second later. “Uh, when did you know you liked boys?” The male didn’t know if it was because of the lack of sleep, or because of the way his head was throbbing painfully, but.. he was curious to hear what Jungkook had to say. Maybe this way, the uncomfortableness in the air would disappear. It kept them interacting, and that’s what Taehyung wanted.

Jungkook put the empty milk box on the floor by his feet, leaning back into the couch with crossed arms. He prodded the inside of his cheek in thought until the question from the elder caught him off guard. But then again, he’s been repeating the same answer what felt like a hundred times by now, so what is one more? “Yeah.” He nods, as if confirming his own reply. It might be weird, but it felt like there was a huge weight taken off of his shoulders. The whole school knows, but it wasn’t until taehyung for sure knew, that he felt this relief. It wasn’t a secret anymore, “A while.” He shrugs, his eyes once more landing on taehyung to see his reactions. He seemed a little tense, but kook saw no trace of disgust in his face. He kind of waited for tae to make some inappropriate joke about this— or comments about if he’s ever fucked women, but this attitude seemed to have slowly disintegrated since everything. Or was it maybe now? Why has taehyung been so awfully quiet lately. The constant bickering was insane to miss, but he did. He just wanted to hear his voice. “Before you.” He whispered quietly at the end, holding his breath. He figured if he was gonna tell half the truth, he might as well spill the entire thing. It’s not like it would matter in the end, Taehyung wouldn’t care.

Taehyung’s brows furrowed, “What do you mean, before me?” Maybe he was just dumb, or maybe his mind was still fogged up from everything, but Tae was having trouble making sense of Jungkook’s words. Before you. What the fuck is that supposed to mean? Taehyung stared off at the beige wall in front of them, waiting to hear Kook’s explanation. Before he could hold himself back, his lips parted once again. “Did I take your virginity-? Just— what the hell do you mean, Jungkook?” The elder’s eyes were now piercing into Jungkook’s, their color a darker shade of brown. He was getting more needy, and the longer they spent in silence; Taehyung grew more impatient. Shit, why wasn’t Hoseok answering yet? Tae needed to get out of there before he said something he would later on regret.

Jungkook grew frustrated, sitting up straighter in his seat, hands clasped together tightly. He chewed on his lower lip, glancing up at the elder. "Yeah. Before you, I... I didnt know who I was." His breath was shaking as he took a breath, reminded of the day he was disowned for this very fact. "Then, I just... knew.." He felt dumb, he should've kept quiet. He should've lied, but he couldn't. He was tired of hiding within himself. "And that's why I acted up when you-- forget it, it doesn't matter now." Jungkook got up from the couch, escaping the situation is all he wanted to do now, he just hoped tae would let him. His feet are about to move on their own at any second, his mind screaming at him to just shut the fuck up.

Taehyung was quick to clasp his hand around the younger’s wrist, preventing him from widening the space between them. “No! I’m not just gonna forget it. And it does matter because this is about me, Jungkook!” He raised his voice in the heat of the moment, but Taehyung caught himself. With a sigh, he ran a hand down his face. Was.. was Jungkook telling him that he liked him before it all went to shit? If that was the case, Tae didn’t know how to feel. “Just..” Taehyung began, his tone gentle in hopes of redeeming himself from before, “You didn’t know who you were? Until you met me..?” The simple thought of that was enough to sent shivers up his spine. “I’m having a fucking hard time understanding you ‘cause of this headache so— just be straightforward with me, please.”

Jungkook flinched when Taehyung raised his voice, but he calmed down quickly when the elders tone became softer. Kook hated confrontations, he hated exposing his emotions. But he felt like now, hes already revealed too much too soon. There was no point in keeping them hidden, especially when tae seemed to practically suffer from the confusion. "Okay.." he slowly slumped back down on the couch next to Taehyung, still feeling the grip around his wrist, looking down at it as he took another deep breath to gather his courage, "When I met you... I couldn't understand what it was, but... I wanted to be around you. I mean-- you were an asshole. You always teased me, but.. I liked being around you. I knew I liked you, differently.. " his voice was lowering as he spoke, "I asked my parents about this. I just.. thought they'd know what it means, and eventually I came to terms with the fact that I just like guys... and I got thrown the fuck out."

He gestured around the room, "and here I am, barely able to scrape through. I hated you for it, I hated myself for feeling this way about you."

Another pause, glancing at the elder to make sure hes keeping up before continuing with his eyes staring at his trembling hands, "Then we did what we did... it was my first time, and it was with you... I couldnt.. help but feel like maybe this was something more than a fuck."

He looks back up at Taehyung, overwhelmed with himself, his entire body is now shaking, eyes glossed over, "But it wasnt, you made that clear. So fuck me for being hurt, right?" Tears were now escaping the corners of his eyes, both relieved and terrified that he spilled his heart out. "Sorry, I..." that was it. He fucked everything up. Now taehyung wouldnt even want to be around him, not even as a friend. He bent over to bury his face in his hands, too ashamed to even look at Taehyungs reaction, "I'm a fucking moron!"

Taehyung’s mouth went dry, not a single inch of his body dared to move as he indulged himself in Jungkook’s rant, picturing everything he went through. Tae was numb.. So numb that the vibration of his phone went unnoticed, receiving a message that read, ‘on my way.’ “Jungkook, I..” No other words would come out, and Taehyung felt his own eyes begin to sting. This was a lot to take in. “You liked me..” He repeated to himself, still having a hard time believing that was the truth. But Tae trusted Jungkook, the latter was much too vulnerable to lie. “And you got kicked out of your house..” The last part affected him the most, it physically pained Taehyung to hear that. It was his fault that Jungkook was left to fend for himself. It was his fault that the younger was crying, his face buried in his hands. Taehyung’s eyes glazed over, becoming dull and losing all expression. For the first time in a while, he felt regretful. Regretful because.. maybe he should’ve asked this question sooner. Maybe he should’ve voiced out his thoughts instead of hogging them all to himself! Maybe.. if he would’ve done all of those things, Taehyung might have had a chance with— no, no.. God, he really had too much to drink. Literally and figuratively; he couldn’t think straight. “Uh, I.. I’m gonna go wait for Hoseok outside.” Tae brought a hand to roughly wipe at his eyes, leaving Jungkook’s shivering form alone on the couch. The younger needed some time for himself; Taehyung was doing him a favor.

Jungkook didn't move, didn't even look up the entire time, and when he heard the door close behind as Taehyung left, Kook was left alone to pour out his feelings in the form of tears, his shoulders shaking with every sob. He ruined everything, didn't he? But at least, now there were no secrets. Nothing to keep hogged within his mind.

After a moment, he calmed down, wiping his swollen eyes with the sleeves of his hoodie, the occasional sniffly inhale. ''Shit, Im such an idiot...'' He leaned back into the couch, staring into the cailing with his arms crossed over his chest, taking deep breaths. What now? What was the point? ''I don't understand myself, so how could he..'' He sighed, momentarily distracted by his thoughts when his phone vibrates with a text message.

Ash: Hey Kookie! I miss you ;* I was thinking, wanna come over? Im soo bored, and I cant wait until tomorrow...

Jungkook rubbed his stinging eyes to read it more clearly. Right, Ash... He was such an asshole, sitting here spilling his heart out to taehyung when he had ash right there, waiting to shower him in affection instead. His fingers hovered above the screen, thinking of a response of whether he should or not... Yeah, why the fuck not? Its not like anything else was a better option.

Kookie: Yeah, I'll come over in a bit. Ash: Cool, I'm looking forward to seeing you baby!

It was when Taehyung finally got home that he spared a glance at the time, 4:03 in the afternoon. Fuck.. it felt like an eternity was spent in Hoseok’s car. The elder was too busy playing the ‘Hyung’ card throughout most of the ride, calling Taehyung out for drinking so irresponsibly. Something about, ‘what if you would’ve gotten hurt? Or someone tried to poison your drink? That happens, you know!’ Apparently, Joon couldn’t keep his goddamn mouth shut. This was embarrassing enough as it was; Taehyung didn’t need the whole school knowing. Thank the heavens up above that when they finally pulled up to Tae’s home, that was when Hobi decided to ask him why he looked so down. He never got his answer. Taehyung slammed the door shut from behind him and went up to his bedroom, where he did the same thing before plopping down on his bed. Tae was glad it was Friday, he desperately needed the weekend to recharge. Maybe to forget, but something told him that was easier said than done.

“Hey kookie!” Ash chimed with a dazzling smile, wrapping his arms around the younger to pull him inside of his house, “I missed you a lot..” he whispered into his ear, giving kook a small smirk. Jungkook smiled, he really needed that hug, so he relished in it for as long as possible, letting himself be guided to the kitchen. “I figured you’d be hungry so I made some dinner for us~ no parents home so I’m glad I have some company. Eating alone sucks.” Jungkook nods, the food smelled delicious. “Thank you.” He wasn’t sure what he was thanking him for. For a lot of things; the food. Housing. Hugs. Food, for sure. Distraction. “It’s almost done, so keep me company while I finish?” Ash pecks a kiss on his cheek before returning to the stove, kook jumps up on the marbled kitchen counter to watch. His mind wanders, he wonders how taehyung is thinking about everything. He really shouldn’t worry so much about what he thinks, but it’s impossible not to.

“What’s on your mind?” Ash sauntered up to him again, positioning himself between kooks legs to look into his eyes, “You didn’t even notice when I asked you questions. Are you okay?”

Jungkook nods, but ash wasn’t convinced, “is this about that Taehyung guy again?” He sounded annoyed, his hands wrapping around kooks waist in a possessive manner. “Uh...no”

Ash still wasn’t convinced. He frowned, “I don’t like the way you always seem so distracted with him around. I think you should stop hanging out with him.”

Forgetting about what took place a few moments ago was fucking hard. It hadn’t even been two hours since Taehyung stepped foot into his home, and he was already daydreaming of him. About how much bullshit he’s been through; how he didn’t deserve any of that. How could Jungkook’s parents look into those doe eyes of his and tell him to get lost? To find his own place and juggle school life with the new responsibilities.. Taehyung was getting angry just thinking about it. He brought the last of the beer bottle up to his lips, turning off the TV before walking over to the fridge, hands itching to get a hold of another one. Should he..? No, he shouldn’t. But it was Friday, after all. One more wouldn’t hurt.

Ash & Jungkook had a fairly cozy dinner, curled up together in his grand couch while watching some action comedy. It was nice, peaceful, and the food was actually delicious. But then again, anything is delicious to Jungkook, he rarely got to eat full meals like these. After a few hours of just enjoying eachothers company, empty bowls on the coffee table, Ash started to make small advances towards the younger, hands travelling from his knee to his inner thigh, leaning in closer to whisper into Kook's ear, ''I really like you, Kookie...'' Jungkook smiled, a small blush creeping on his lips, ''I like you too. This is nice.'' ''Yeah? You like me?'' Ash smirked wolfishly, his hand moving further up to smooth over the fabric of Kook's crotch. The younger tensed up, the elder was very blunt and forwad with what he wanted, but he didnt expect it to happen so soon. ''What are you--'' ''Hush, Kookie.. let me take care of you, okay?'' Ash's fingers played with the hem of Jungkook's pants, slowly sliding his hand underneath his pants to smooth over the velvety skin of the younger's length, ''W-wait..'' Jungkook liked him, but he... he wasn't ready for this yet. It felt uncomfortable. He wrapped his fingers around Ash's wrist, halting his movements. ''What's wrong?'' Ash's eyebrows were furrowed, his smile faltered. But he didnt move his hand. ''I don't... I don't want to. Not yet.'' ''You don't want to? What does that mean?'' Ash withdrew his hand at last, but instead he pushed Jungkook down on his back, towering over him with his large frame, ''Of course you want to. How could you not? I've done nothing but treat you well.'' Jungkook's eyes widen. This guy... Expected sex just because he treated him well? ''I can't, Ash...'' ''Why not?!'' Ash gritted his teeth, leaning down closer until his lips were grazing kook's with each word he hissed out, ''I could have anybody, Kookie... Anyone would be happy to have me. but I chose you!’’ So? Did Ash expect Kook to be grateful for being chosen? What the fuck was going on?! ''Get off me!'' Jungkook whined, but Ash wouldn't budge, pressing a kiss against Jungkook's lips to silence him. The younger squirmed, ''Get the fuck off, what the fuck!'' The elder scoffed, ''It's because of Taehyung, isn't it?'' As he stared down at the younger, his frown grew, ''I fucking knew it. I should've never let you leave from our date, huh? What did you two do, hm? Fuck? Maybe with him, you let up easily?'' Ash's tone was hurtful, angry, and Jungkook had enough. For once, he forced himself to use his strength to violently shove off Ash from his body, getting up from the couch to stand. ''You're crazy!'' Ash grinned, getting up to follow the younger. Jungkook felt scared. he was strong, but he knows ash is stronger. He rushes towards the door, but he wasn't fast enough, feeling the larger male grab him by the arm to pull him in and shove his back against the door, one hand firmly on his chest and the other landing a firm smack on Kook's cheek, ''What the fuck do you think you're doing?! Leaving me again?!'' Jungkook's eyes were wide, this Ash was not the man he knew. He raised his hand to smotoh the skin of his cheek, ''Ash, stop...'' He felt tears well up in his eyes, but the elder didn't care. He leaned back in for a kiss, the saltiness of tears not a bother whatsoever. Jungkook lets him, but only for the moment, and when he feels Ash's body relax a bit, he takes a chance to punch ash in the gut, he takes a step backwards with a grunt at the impact. Since the door was not an option, Jungkook makes a fucking run for it and rushes towards the bathroom, slamming the door shut and locking it. His body was shaking, tears running down his face as he leans against the tile wall, slowly sliding down on the floor, listening to Ash's angry growls outside, banging on the door. ''Get the fuck out here, Kookie! Let's talk about it!'' Like hell he was gonna get back out there. But what the fuck would he do? What can he do? He takes the phone out of his backpocket with trembling hands Jungkook scrolls through his contacts. There's nobody that he trusts. Nobody that he knows would come and help him, he had nobody. He halted when his eyes caught the familiar name on the screen. Taehyung.. No, he couldn't... Another loud bang on the door caused him to jump with a small yelp. He was terrified, this was dangerous, he didn't want to be here. He had no choice, he needed to try. He didn't want to anger ash even further by making any noise, so he decided to text instead,

Jungkook: I have nobody else.. Please help. I'm scared!

He provided the address to Ash's house in the following text message, pressing the phone against his chest as he kept shaking, hoping, praying, that things would just stop. ''I'm gonna break the fucking door if you don't come out!''

Oblivious to Taehyung; seconds turned into minutes, and minutes turned into hours. By now, the internal debate if he should drink another beer or not was thrown out of the window; he was on his fourth bottle, living his best life whilst tuning in and out of reality. Suddenly, his plan ‘to forget’ seemed a lot more doable. Little by little, Taehyung began to relax, body sinking into the cushions of the couch. He wasn’t drunk yet, just a little tipsy. But if he kept this up, he would be wasted in no time. As opposed to what others thought, Taehyung wasn’t a lightweight. He knew how to handle his alcohol. Yesterday at the party.. that was a different story. He downed one cup after the other; the exact number was still hazy, but it had to be enough for Taehyung to listen to a random girl sob about her cat’s death. Lola, was the name. Died by choking on a hairball. Fuck, sometimes Tae hated his brain for remembering something as worthless as that. Parts of his memory regarding last night were blank, there were no puzzle pieces to connect. He faintly recalled staying in the kitchen, having someone else’s company by his side as they talked about whatever came to mind. She was blonde, blue eyes.. Taehyung remembered that much. Also, ‘Mila’. He was pretty sure that was her name; she was cool. Gorgeous, too. The boy sighed, taking another gulp of his now warm beer when his phone buzzed. It was a message from Jungkook.. Did he not say it all this afternoon? What else could he possibly want. Part of Taehyung thought about ignoring it. What did Kook have left to say..? That he’s loved him all along? Tae snickered, but, he couldn’t give Jungkook the cold-shoulder. The younger wasn’t the biggest ‘texter’. Maybe it was serious.. And it was. Taehyung’s grip on his phone tightened, if he would’ve held it any tighter, it might’ve burst like an apple. He read over the message again, trying his best to imprint the given address into his head. Tae’s heart was pounding as he quickly threw on a hoodie, tying his shoes. The elder had no car, so running it was. Too out of it to lock the door behind him, Taehyung sprinted in the right direction, chest heaving since the start from anxiety. Fuck.. what the hell was going on?! Why was Jungkook at a random house this late into the night.. If he would’ve payed more attention to the way his body was reacting; Taehyung would’ve noticed that his eyes were watering. Not once did he stop to catch his breath, a second wasted was another second spent not knowing where the hell Jungkook was. His legs were getting sore, but that didn’t matter. A couple stirring minutes later, Taehyung turned onto the street that Kook had given him, panting as he tried to point out the details of the houses. ‘The one with a red mailbox at the front.’ Red mailbox, a red mailbox.. Where the hell was it?! When Taehyung’s eyes fell on a vibrant, red color a couple of houses down, he ran the fastest he’s ever ran. He tried opening the door, but it wouldn’t budge. His hand desperately turned on the doorknob, and when it was obvious that wouldn’t get him anywhere, he banged his fist angrily against the wooden surface. “Open the fucking door!” Taehyung yelled in his deep voice, his demanding tone filled with anger. He was worried out of his mind; Jungkook was in the lion’s den, scared and helpless.

From the other side, Ash simply let out an airy laugh, leaning his body against the bathroom door to taunt Jungkook. “You called your boyfriend over? How sweet, Kookie.” The male’s words laced with obvious sarcasm, desperate to mask his own anger but like a kettle without its lid; his true intentions had overfilled past the rim moments ago. The banging on his door didn’t falter, and if it didn’t sound like Taehyung was trying to break his door down, Ash would’ve taken his sweet time with it all. “I just wanted to talk, Jungkook. See what you fucking did? Because of you, this whole shit’s gonna get blown out of proportion!” He growled, fixing his hair before calmly walking towards the door, not even finishing unlocking it all the way when Taehyung barged in. If it wasn’t for his quick reflexes, Ash would’ve had a concussion from the impact. “Where the fuck is Jungkook!” The younger hissed, harshly pulling Ash’s body close to his by the collar of his shirt, gripping at the fabric as Taehyung bore his piercing eyes into his. All he saw was red. He was furious. “You better tell me before I beat the shit out of you.” Tae snarled, growling through his teeth. Ash, on the other hand, smirked. It was amusing to see Taehyung like this. So.. worked up. The veins running along the latter’s neck popped out, skin glistened with sweat. “He’s in the bathroom. Hiding.” Ash breathed out through his nose, unfazed. “Why the fuck is he hiding from you, huh?” Taehyung harshly shoved him by the chest, causing the elder to stumble back a couple of steps. Tae’s jaw was clenched, his eyes narrowed as he walked over to Ash, shoving him some more. Having grown tired of being pushed around, Ash shoved Taehyung back. “You wanna know why?” He began, taking notice of how Taehyung’s hands were balled up into fists, knuckles the color white, “Because he wouldn’t have sex with me, can you believe that? He’s a little bitch who—“ “Say that shit again, I dare you.” By now, they were face to face, Tae’s nostrils flaring up. Ash prodded his tongue against the side of his mouth, scoffing. “I barely touched him! Alright? I figured that since we liked each other, it wouldn’t have been that big of a fucking deal! But the little f*ggot had to go and make it one.” That was the last straw, Taehyung’s fist acted on its own after the slur, tackling Ash to the ground before taking a hit to his nose, jaw too. “Don’t. Fucking. Call. Him. That.” He threw a strong punch after every word, face red from the rage that controlled him. Taehyung was like a vicious animal, watching how the blood seeped up from Ash’s visible bruises, still not holding back. Despite the beating, the elder managed to take a hold of Taehyung’s wrist, flipping them over so that he was on top of him. It was his turn to punch him mercilessly, a little smile on his lips after hearing Taehyung’s every grunt. He aimed at the latter’s nose, chin, and throat. Tae gasped, having trouble breathing but he pushed through. He broke free from underneath Ash’s weight, and before he had time to react; Taehyung threw a blow at him again, and again, and again, and again... After he saw that it was enough to knock the elder out, that was when Taehyung stood up. His fists were bloodied, and so was his face. Tae’s chest heaved, staring down at Ash’s limp form with empty eyes. The anger had slowly subsided. It was then that he remembered about Jungkook. “Jungkook, it’s me..” He panted, knocking on the bathroom door. “You’re fine— shit..” Taehyung hunched over, a stream of blood dripping from his nose.

Jungkook was frozen in place, as if he was in a trance until the knock on the door startled him. He didn’t move, scared it would be ash once more, but it wasn’t. In complete disbelief, taehyung actually came. He actually came for him. Jungkook clumsily got up on his legs, hands still trembling as he unlocks the door, letting it fall open slowly. His eyes were red from cryin, hair disheveled, and a faint mark on the skin of his cheek from Ash’s palm. He was mess— well, then he saw Taehyung. He looked like a madman. His fists were covered in blood, his nose dripping heavily, staining his chin down to the fabric of his shirt. Bruises, the whole shebang. All because of Jungkook. He did this because he wanted someone to come save him, like a fucking baby. “Taehyung...” kooks voice was shaky, and even though he felt guilty for the state the elder is in, he was grateful. He didn’t hesitate to throw himself into Taehyungs arms, not a care in the world for the red staining his clothes. He nuzzles his cheek against Tae’s shoulder, which seemed to be mostly dry, and choked out a sob. And another. And eventually he was just crying. “Thank you, thank you... I’m sorry.” He kept whispering out alternations of the two, grateful but guilty.

Taehyung’s weak body stumbled back a couple of steps at Jungkook’s sudden embrace, arms awkwardly hanging in the air. The boy’s chin quivered, and his bottom lip trembled. Partly because of the pain, and the other from relief. Jungkook looked terrified. A wave of raw emotions took over Taehyung, but he stayed strong for the both of them. Jungkook was sobbing; he didn’t need him crying as well. His heart was beating extremely fast, and eventually, Taehyung’s arms fell down to Kook’s form. They wrapped around his waist, Tae’s face lowering to the crook of Jungkook’s neck. “It’s fine. I’m fine.” He mumbled, wanting to reassure Jungkook that it was no use to continue apologizing. The damage was already done, what mattered was that he was safe. And in his arms.

They stayed like this for a while, Jungkook crying his heart out into the one shoulder he always wanted. Needed. The only person who's ever made him feel completely safe, despite the shitstorm he went through because of him. When he finally regained his breath somewhat to normalcy, he pulled back just enough to look at the elder with his puffy eyes. "Are you okay? That's a.. lot of blood." He didnt think clearly of it until now, now it's his time to worry. But then again, most of the blood probably wasnt even his own... His lip trembled once more, so overwhelmed by everything that's been happening today.

“I’m okay, Jungkook. I just..” For the first time, he softly smiled; that feeling of happiness Taehyung was so desperately waiting for finally hitting him. Everything was okay. They were both safe, and he only had a couple of bruises on his face. The outcome was nothing compared to previous fights he’s gotten into. Ash was weak as fuck. “I’m glad you’re safe.” Tae’s thumb gently brushed over Jungkook’s trembling lip, chuckling before wiping at the younger’s face, brushing away his stray tears. “Did that fucker hurt you?” Taehyung’s worried eyes raked over Jungkook’s figure, looking but not hoping for any reason to walk over there and kick Ash in the stomach. When his gaze went up to Kook’s face, the mark on his cheek caused Taehyung’s chest to tighten. He had to physically hold himself back, not wanting to worsen the situation. Ash was going to wake up sometime soon, and as much as Tae despised him; he wasn’t going to kill the guy. He just needed to teach him a lesson, and that’s what he did. “I ran here, so.. are you fine with walking back? We could stop at one of the stores nearby. They have some medical kits, and noodles. I’m hungry.” Taehyung clutched at his stomach, wanting to divert Jungkook’s attention away from the bleeding.

Jungkook glances down at Tae's stomach as he clutches it, now feeling his own gut rumble. A small, scrunched bunny smile appears on his face, "You're hungry after this? Me too, actually... I'm fine," He grabs taehyungs hand out of instinct, not really thinking about it, and pulls the elder with him towards the door. He sees ash laying on the floor, he tensed up for a moment as he watched how beaten he was. Taehyung sure messed him up... "Let's go." Jungkook breathes out, stepping around the unconcious fucker before heading outside with his savior. It was late, streetlights illuminating the streets as they slowly strolled towards the nearby shop. It was a comfortable silence, kook doesnt mind it. He needed it, actually. Everything has been so loud lately. But as they were almost there, jungkook broke the silence, "So.... are we good? I'm sorry for everything I threw at you earlier.. it must've been a lot."

“I’m always hungry, Kook. You should know that by now.” Taehyung playfully rolled his eyes, allowing Jungkook to take him by the hand. It’s been a minute since they’ve been this close.. It was nice. Really nice, actually. Taehyung didn’t know how much he’s missed this until now. As they silently made their way towards the shop; Tae couldn’t help but wonder what people thought. He was nearly covered in blood, for fucks sake, and Jungkook wasn’t in a very good condition either. Bonnie and Clyde? More like Taehyung and Jungkook.. Tae’s always been afraid of people’s opinions about him. Sure, he strived for the attention. But.. some attention was not always welcomed. He snapped out of his thoughts at Jungkook’s question, looking over at him. “Yeah, we’re good. It’s all in the past, anyways.” Taehyung smiled, but it didn’t fully reach his eyes.

Jungkook nodded, the silence came back as he had nothing else to say. He wasn't entirely convinced, but it was good enough for now, he didn't want to stir anything up while things finally had calmed down. As they finally made it to their destination, Kook still had Tae's hand in his, not really giving it a second thought as he pulls him inside the store, bell chiming. ''Welcome-- uh...'' The young male cashier's friendly smile fell as he saw the boys' condition, eyes falling lower. He wasnt sure if something had happened, or if they were dangerous, so he didn't want to meddle, keeping a low profile. It was weird, however, how two boys were a mess, yet holding hands. It was a completely new sight. The things you see while working in retail, huh.

''I'll get the medkit stuff, you pick out some noodles. I know your taste is probably better than mine,'' Jungkook jokes, he's never been picky after all, but something he does know is medical supplies.

“Alright.” Taehyung uttered, eyes glancing over the options of noodles until they caught sight of the beef ramen. It was simple, but that’s what Tae needed most at the moment. He reached for two of them, seemingly proud with his choice as he walked over to the check-out. The young cashier was still weary, but, who wouldn’t be? “Don’t worry, I didn’t kill anyone.” Taehyung breathed out with a deadpanned expression, fishing for the money in his front pocket before sliding it over to him, not caring that his hand was bloodied. “Uh.. h-here’s your change.” The cashier squeaked out, wide-eyed as he watched Taehyung walk away. Fuck, he definitely shouldn’t have picked up an extra shift.. While waiting for Jungkook to get back, Tae began microwaving the noodles, the delicious aroma filling the air.

Jungkook headed to pay for his medical supplies, a simple mini medkit that he knew would be enough to treat minor wounds. He dug through his wallet to pay for it, internally cursing himself. He really needed to get a part time job. While done, he sauntered over to stand next to Taehyung, inhaling deeply. His stomach grumbled even louder, a soft sigh escaping his lips, ''Noodles has never smelled better than right about now.'' He glanced at Taehyung, watching his content expression staring at their fast food being microwaved, impatient for it to be done. For the first time in a while, the elder seemed to look relaxed, and it rubbed off on Kook, his anxiety reduced to barely noticable. It was just nice. With him.

Taehyung’s eyes lit up at the sound of the microwave’s beeping, subconsciously licking over his lips as he took it out. He only had a few beers today; Tae’s stomach was practically begging to be fed. After their meal was ready to eat, Taehyung pulled two seats over to a small table, plopping down on one with a groan. He was exhausted, he ran all the way to Ash’s house only to use more of his energy. It was worth it, though. Because of it, Jungkook was here, safe and sound whilst about to treat his wounds. “Do you know what you’re doing, Kook?” The elder teased, bringing up a hand to his busted nose, preventing more droplets of blood from staining his shirt, and the table. Thankfully it wasn’t broken, just a little swollen. “It doesn’t even hurt that bad, so..” Taehyung shrugged it off, internally feeling squeamish at what was to come. The boy slightly tilted his head back, anxiously waiting for Jungkook to do whatever he had to do.

Jungkook crooked an eyebrow, his bratty attitude shining through his small grin, “Not that bad? Then I really don’t wanna know what really bad would be.” He grabbed the other chair with a squeak as he pulled it closer to sit next to taehyung, medkit in his lap, “First, I gotta clean all that blood up...” he looks up at Taehyungs nose, “and clog that.” He grabs small pieces of cotton with one hand, using the other to grab Tae’s hand, removing it from covering his nose before putting the little rolled up chunks into his nostrils. He hums in thought, that should keep the blood from dripping until it stops. Now, he had to clean up all the blood and disinfect the wounds— the less fun part. He grabbed some regular wet wipes to clean up Taehyungs skin, gently wiping him until all that is visible is the small cuts and bruises on his face. These small touches and the close proximity was almost intimate, Kooks big eyes so focused. At last, he pulled out the small tube of disinfecting ointment, squeezing out a small amount on the pad of his finger, “This one stings... but it’s okay, it’s supposed to.” He whispers out the words with a low voice, his finger gently dabbing into the cut on the elders cheek, hoping it doesn’t hurt too much.

All throughout the while that Jungkook spent cleaning off his face, stuffing those cotton balls into his nostrils— which, made him want to sneeze; it brought Taehyung back to the day in the empty gym. Him on top of Jungkook as they laid on the dirty floor, that being the least of their worries as they granted the lust power to consume them whole.. That was when Taehyung first took notice of the small scar on the side of Kook’s cheek, as well as the latter’s faint moles. Now, the elder felt like he was reliving it all over again. “Ah..” He winced, the pain was stronger than he’d like to admit. But, he wouldn’t show that in front of Jungkook.

Jungkook delicately finished up the work on tae face, a small smile on his face when he knows he did a good job, "Okay, all done. You already look less swollen," Kook takes one last time to examine the elders face, roaming his festures so up close had a wave of emotions and thoughts crashing down on him. He held his breath, trying to keep it contained as he leaned back into his chair, finally exhaling when he moved back to give them a normal distance between them, "Let's eat before it gets cold!"

With a brief nod of his head; Taehyung dug into his ramen, savoring the delicious taste whilst keeping a close eye on Jungkook. He just hoped that the younger was fine, after everything that took place, it was kind of hard to be. Though, the food surely helped. “Thanks.” He spoke, referring to the medical help. “You didn’t fuck it up like I thought you would.” Taehyung snickered, anticipating a reaction from Jeon Jungkook himself. Damn, he’s missed this. Their countless bickering, it was enough to cheer Tae up. Never in a million years did he think that would be the case.. As Taehyung ate his food, the young cashier watching over them; he snuck a glance up at Jungkook. Fuck.. why was he so relieved? It didn’t make any sense; any of it. “Uh..” He began, treading carefully with his words. Taehyung didn’t want to seem interested, or like he cared. But, for some reason; his mind was set on knowing. “So.. you liked me?” Tae took another bite of his noodles, “Why? I was a complete asshole..”

"You're lucky, I had no idea what I was doing," Jungkook joked back, a crooked eyebrow thrown the elders way. He swallowed a mouthful of his noodles, slurping some of the soup up when he taehyung surprised him with the next question, this time both his eyebrows raised. He swallowed down his food, taking a moment to think. He wasnt expecting this conversation at all-- honestly, he thought the elder would just drop it all together.. "Yeah," but he felt like at this point, what was there to hide? Nothing. "You were a total asshole. But..." he was trying to find the reasoning himself, why did he like him? "Even if you were, you were the only one to treat me like an actual person as well. Like I wasnt this... fragile thing. It was refreshing." He wasn't sure it made sense, "I dont know. I just do. You are you, and I admired that-- still do."

“Huh..” Taehyung pursed out his busted lips, merely cursing himself off when he felt his cheeks get overtaken by an unexpected warmth. Tae wasn’t expecting Jungkook to be so blunt about the whole situation, but then again, he was the one who asked the question. Kook only answered him truthfully, and that’s what Taehyung wanted. “Well.. what kinda guys do you like?” Internally, Tae wanted to smack himself. Why was he so goddamn noisy about this? Jungkook was gay; it wasn’t like he was some sort of alien. “If you’re, uh.. comfortable with answering that.” He quickly added on, trying his hardest to not make any eye contact with Kook by tilting the plastic bowl up to his lips, slurping on the remaining soup. Maybe Taehyung had yet to come down from the alcohol in his system, or maybe, he was just curious. Either way, he wanted to know. For the first time in a long time, they were talking again. Well, at least those couple of days they spent not uttering a word to each other felt like eternity.

Jungkook stirred his noodles with his chopsticks, humming in thought. Well, he guessed he didnt really have a type. He just liked Taehyung. Sure-- he thought he had a crush on ash too; but maybe that was just to distract himself. He really didnt feel the same way about him. "My type?" His eyebrows were drawn together, a small grin growing on his lips, "I guess I like assholes that would beat someone unconscious to keep me safe." He tilted the cup to swallow the rest of it, glancing at taehyung to see if he got the memo. He really didn't know he liked any guy until he met him. But then again-- he never had any interest in the opposite gender to begin with. Not even the slightest thought in anything regarding his sexuality came to his mind, but with this guy... "Why the sudden interest in my hopeless infatuation? Does it make you uncomfortable? We can.. just pretend it doesnt exist if it does." He wanted to keep tae in his life.. whether it was just as a friend or not.

Upon hearing Jungkook’s answer, it was too late for Taehyung to take notice of the cocky, lopsided smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He rubbed at his nape, not knowing what else to do as he looked down at his empty cup of ramen, giving himself enough time to gather his thoughts. “Well.. if your next boyfriend’s too big of an asshole, I might just have to beat the shit out of him as well.” Tae comfortably leaned back into his chair, eyes focused on Jungkook like they always seemed to be. He had yet to fully come down from his high; Taehyung was still angry about.. everything. When he came across Ash in school, he didn’t know if his self restraint would be enough to stop his fist from acting up. “What? Oh.. no, it doesn’t make me uncomfortable. It’s all in the past anyways, I uh— I was just curious.” Taehyung attempted to soothe Kook’s worries, getting up from his chair. “C’mon, I’ll walk you home.”

Jungkook looked a little dumbfounded. Didn’t Taehyung get the hint? Or maybe he did. He just gave a hint back that there was nothing there, no hope between them. He felt dumb for even having that vague gut feeling that maybe he would get a different reaction. Either way, it was really late, and Kook was exhausted. At the end of it, the elder didn’t seem disgusted nor hate him for who he is. He’s taking it... way too well. “Okay,” Jungkook got up and pushed the chair back by the table, running his fingers through his tangled locks. He’s grateful that he’d get a little more time with taehyung, and even more relaxed knowing he wouldn’t have to walk all the way home by himself. Grabbing the plastic bag containing the medkit, he heads out the door and down the street with his company. It had gotten fairly cold, and kook had forgotten his jacket at ash’s... fuck, there’s no way he’d ever go reclaim it. Guess he /really/ need that part time job. He wrapped his arms over his chest to keep his body heat intact, gritting his teeth to keep them from clattering together. Luckily his apartment wasn’t too far away.

With his hands buried in his pockets, Taehyung stepped out of the small shop with Jungkook at his side, immediately getting engulfed by the night’s chilling breeze. He was thankful for the hoodie he had on, despite it not being the warmest; it was still better than nothing. But then, there were people like Jungkook who couldn’t relate. The younger looked like he was shitting himself from the cold. Without another thought, Tae slipped off the extra fabric before urging Jungkook to take it. “Here, you baby.” Taehyung chuckled, stopping in his track to make sure it was on right, zipping the zipper all the way up and throwing the hood over Kook’s head. Whilst the elder took care of Jungkook, he couldn’t help but wonder where his gray sweatshirt disappeared off to. It would’ve been a lot more snug. Almost instantly, his own skin got taken over by goosebumps, but Taehyung didn’t mind. By the looks of their surroundings, they where close to Jungkook’s apartment. He would get his hoodie back relatively soon. “Feeling better?” Taehyung cocked an eyebrow questioningly, the tip of his nose an adorable hue of red.

Jungkook's cold cheeks instantly warm up at the sweet gesture, wrapping his arms around the hoodie to hug himself. It almost felt like it was Taehyung hugging him, his scent wrapping around him like a warm embrace. But he wouldn't tell him that out loud. ''Thanks...'' He nods, he definitely felt better already, however guilty that the elder now has to be the one freezing. As they made it to his front door, Jungkook comes to a halt, turning to the elder, ''You going home?'' He wasn't sure why he asked this. Of course he would go home. He pulled the zipper down to take off the hoodie, handing it over to Taehyung along with the plastic bag containing the medkit, ''You should take this, you still need to apply another layer of the disinfectant for your face and hands..It'll make the healing faster.''

“Yeah.. I should.” Taehyung answered with a sigh, having a gut feeling that his father would be there. The last thing he wanted was to go home to a drunken mess, but, he figured enough had happened today. It would be weird if Tae stayed over at Jungkook’s place. Sure, both boys were back to talking terms (somewhat) but, something still felt a little off.. “Thanks.” Taehyung took the medkit and his hoodie, his slender fingers brushing against Jungkook’s for a split second, “See you on Monday..?”

Jungkook wasn’t sure if it was the cold, or the soft brush of their skin for a mere moment, but he felt a shiver run down his spine. He smiled lightly, nodding, “See you Monday.” He unlocked his door, stepping inside as he turned back to look at Taehyung, “Again, hm... thank you.”

#Fic: Love maze #taekook fic #taekook series #taehyung x jungkook #bts series #bts high school au #vkook fic

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Hi loving all the Alfie requests can't wait for the choking kink one😄 just would like to know if you got my request I sent in today about the shy new neighbor to Alfie and he's mean at the start coz he doesn't want her knowing to much coz she lives so close. Then someone attacks her or breaks into her home and Alfie helps her wouldn't mind a bit of smut to.😉 She is a shy quiet kind of girl I was thinking. if you could let me know if your interested that be great. BTW your a Queen🤗

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Dandelions resided in the surrounding vases, perched up on the wooden mantle. You brushed your fingers along the polished surface, smooth beneath your delicate touch. The usual pricks of thin wood that stuck up were removed, leaving you without the threat of getting a splinter. The interior of the room was, for the most part, empty because you’d only recently moved in. A white sofa sat crookedly in the corner of the room, too heavy for you to move on your own. The windows needed to be cleaned and one of them had a tiny crack in the center. It wouldn’t be too hard to find someone to help you fix it, but you already had so much to do. The rolled rug that leant against the wall was bound shut. It was dusty from sitting in storage for a month, but now that it was ready to be unrolled and laid out, you were afraid to do so. Bugs and dust would go every which way the second that you set it out. It had to be done though. Eventually. Hands on your hips, you mosied around the room, envisioning where you would put this and that. The men who’d helped move your furniture into the house hadn’t offered to help situate it and why would they, it wasn’t their job. The trousers you wore were high on your waist, fancy blouse tucked into the hem of them. Adjusting the band, you moved to the window and looked out at the foggy city. Only one man stood outside.

He was tall. He was handsome. His beard was bushy and brown, it coated the entirety of his chin and jaw. The tophat that sat neatly on the top of his head was black and lint-free. He was leant against the side of a car, palm on the rolled down window. He looked angry from the angle you were stood at. His features twisted into a look of disappointment before his muffled shout flooded the silent house you were stood in. You frowned lightly and crossed your fingers in hopes that he didn’t live anywhere near you. The man in the car, sat in the passenger seat, locked eyes with you and Alfie turned to inspect what Ollie was looking at. Your face went hot from embarrassment at being caught. Stepping hurriedly away from the window, you dropped down on the sofa and buried yourself into the cushions.

Alfie squinted toward the figure in the window. It was too murky out for him to actually be able to see you. He looked back to Ollie, shrugging lightly in carelessness. He turned back toward the lad and resumed what he’d been saying. He let out a heavy sigh before stepping away from the car and shaking his head. You lifted your head from the couch and peered over the edge. The man was making his way along the sidewalk and to the house directly next door. Huffing, you let out a muffled groan before hiding your face once more. Great. Now your neighbor thought you were nosy.

Alfie opened his front door before slamming it shut. The floorboards creaked beneath his weight. He held his cane in his right hand, the chipped wood rough in his palm, but he didn’t care. He needed the walking stick to aid his sore, achy muscles. Moving into the kitchen, he eyed the clutter on the dining room table. Scattered papers, empty glasses, messy dishes, crumbs from meals. Cyril followed along behind his wonder, ears flopping. He let out a soft whine. Lately, Alfie had been so stressed — so angry. The mutt was sick of listening to his owner shout and yell over this and that. He laid down under the table, situating his chin on Alfie’s boot. He tried his best to offer some sort of comfort but Alfie nudged him away.

“Right, Cyril, go on, yeah, I’ve got a lot to fucking do.” He pulled out one of the chairs and the second he dropped down on the seat, there was a knock on the door. His head tipped back, annoyance tripling in seconds. He moaned out a string of curses before hitting the table with his palm. Rising, he strode down the hall and toward the door. The whole house seemed to shake beneath the force of his angry steps. Alfie grasped the rusted doorknob and hauled it open, blue eyes icily roaming your form. You stood on the porch, hands in your backpockets and soft eyes trailing innocently over his features. He looked worn and tired. He seemed much older due to the bags under his eyes and his hunched stance. It wasn’t a good first impression to show up and introduce yourself while also apologizing, but.. you could see, as soon as he opened the door, he wouldn’t be kind to you either way. He seemed like the cane in his palm had just been wedged in his ass and he was as grumpy as ever.

“Hello..” Your voice failed you instantly. It was too soft, quiet, almost inaudible. The discreet attempt to clear your throat was far too loud. Alfie lifted a brow. He hadn’t expected you, a small lass, to be stood on his porch.

“What?” He ground out roughly. His fingers lazily traced the door handle that his palm resided on. The wood was wide open so he could stand in the opening but when he heard the sound of Cyril’s jingling collar signaling that the pup was approaching, he shut the door in the slightest to prevent the mastiff from getting out. His eyes flickered along your features, brows lifting when you didn’t speak up instantly. He could see the evident twitch of your lips and then the little tremble. You were nervous. That much was evident. “Have you, yeah, forgotten how to fucking speak?” He grumbled. “I’ve got a lot to do, havent I, right, so you’d best be on your way.” He felt a little twinge of guilt for being so rude right away, but he had a lot of stress sitting on his shoulders and he didn’t want you thinking that he was interested in any company. He liked his space. He went to close the door - half of him expected you to halt him, but you didn’t speak up. Your body felt hot and uncomfortable, stomach churning nervously. You waited until the door was shut completely before you stepped forward and knocked again. Alfie was stood on the other side of the door, brows drawn together in an angry furrow. He yanked the thing open with an uttered complaint. His eyes fell on you once more, cane tapping the floor impatiently. He didn’t speak again, he waited.

“I..” You nibbled your bottom lip before clasping your hands together in front of you. The wooden border that lines his door was suddenly more interesting than his face. “just wanted to come by and introduce myself. I’m moving in next door.” Your thumb ushered toward the house, stood tall. It was rundown, but it was liveable. Alfie looked toward the wreck before looking back down at you. He squinted in the slightest. Why on earth were you moving in there? It had been abandoned for a very long time. That place was nothing but trouble. He shifted his weight before tonguing his cheek.

“Keep it down. I’m a very busy man.” His tone wasn’t as harsh as it had been when he’d previously spoken to you. “I don’t want to hear you and your family..”

“I’m living on my own.” You cut him off. The second you did, a little bubble of nerves filled your tummy, but you didn’t shy away. “I was just coming by to say I’m sorry for earlier.. when I was stood at the window. I wasn’t trying to by snoopy, I was just looking to see who lived beside me.” The tips of your nails grazed your pockets before sinking into them. “My name’s Y/N.” You finished quietly. He was silent for a few moments. His lips rubbed together in contemplation, beard rustling in the slightest as the strands met.

“Alfie.” He grunted. You reached forward to shake his hand. Nimble fingers grazed thick, rough ones, tracing them tenderly before you gripped him securely. His hand locked around your own, shaking it much sweeter than he had been. His nails had dirt pushed under the crevices, embedded in the tight space. You inspected the crown tattoo that resided on his skin, neatly etched in his flesh. Absentmindedly touching the outline with your thumb, your eyes fluttered up to his own, blue orbs scanning your own. He drew his hand away from yours when a shiver of delight raced along his spine. He had been deprived of any sort of affectionate touch for years now and he wasn’t going to allow himself to crumble at the slightest bit of attention. He let out a low murmur before pushing the hand that stung with warmth into his coat pocket. He tipped his head toward you in the slightest before backing up and into his home.

“Nice to meet you.” You politely excused yourself. Backing away, the flats of your shoes tapped the wooden deck lightly as you retreated. He watched you go, staring, long after you had returned to the warmth of your home. He stared at the deck where you’d just been stood with an evident, contagious grin. He slowly shut the door before letting out a puff of air. Turning away from the door, he made his way down the hall and into the bedroom so he could busy himself with the work that had been previously annoying him.

You twisted the lock on your door and looked out the window toward the sun in the distance which was bidding the world goodbye for the next few hours. With no bed to sleep on, that left you with the couch for the night. Lifting your leg over the arm of the sofa, you climbed over the side and collapsed on the cushion. Eyes lifting to the ceiling, you sighed quietly. It had been a busy day. With nothing to do and the weight of the busy day, your eyes grew droopier and droopier until they closed completely. The sun was still setting, so that meant it was only around 8. But that didn’t stop you from falling asleep.

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Two weeks of living in the house had left you with constant visits from the mastiff next door. His owner you didn’t see much of. Not unless you went by and asked for help. He helped as much as he could. He’d fixed a few windows. And he’d planned to help you lay out your rug, but you were waiting for your bed to be delivered first. Alfie was more than willing to help you out — given he would grumble and swear throughout the timeframe he was with you, but you were glad to have him around. All the time you’d been spending with your neighbor, which wasn’t a lot, but it was enough, had made you fancy him a little. He was very handsome. He made you laugh. And, though he denied it, he was kind in his own way. You saw him every two days or so. Whether it be brief conversations, a small hello, or when you’d see him through the window and the pair of you would exchange a wave.

It was late currently. Two days since you’d seen him. A little ball of excitement and hope rested in your belly. You were sure you’d see him tomorrow.

The birds in the trees snuggled up and went to sleep. Creatures buried themselves in warm spaces for the cold nights. People locked their doors and climbed into bed, husband and wives embracing each other, children cradling their stuffed animals. It was a very peaceful night — mostly. The streets were silent, lights illuminating the spaces for cars or people that dared venture out. The remaining broken windows in your home made it easy for anyone to come and go, but you, so naive, didn’t think anyone would want to break into such an old, worthless place. Youd been here long enough to convince yourself that you were safe — it was only kind people in this area. People who kept to themselves. You’d never been so wrong.

The sound of glass shattering woke you. The pieces hit the floor noisily, small and sharp, and coating the floor like the rug was meant to do. You sleepily sat up on the furniture. The sun was gone and the house was dark. Breathing a quiet sigh, you looked around the room to investigate what the sound had been, but you convinced yourself that paranoia and being on your own had merely made you dream up the sound. Lifting your palm to your face, your rubbed it down before swinging your legs to the side. The second your feet sunk into the floor, you stood tiredly. Laying your hand on the wall, you made your way down the hall and toward the kitchen to get a glass of water. You didn’t make it that far though before your bare feet crushed the shards of glass beneath them. Lucky for you, only one tiny, sliver of a piece cut you and it probably would’ve been more if someone hadn’t of hauled you back.

Worry flooded you. There was no relief. No ‘at least I didn’t cut my foot’ because someone was in your home. Your body was roughly thrown to the couch that you’d been asleep on. The urge to cry out was strong, but the minute you were pinned, a pair of piercing green eyes locked on to yours. His hand covered your mouth and his body covered your own to pin you in place.

“Don’t you dare make a sound.” He hissed out. Drops of spit hit you in the face because of how harshly he spoke. You clamped your eyes shut and wiggled beneath him.

“You didn’t say no one was living here!” Another voice spoke up. It came from the left side of the room.

“I didn’t know.” The one on top of you spoke. “But it’s just added fun, ain’t it.” Their accents were out of place. His hand squeezed your cheeks, pinching your lips together. The man in the corner shifted before tearing his gaze away from the two of you. He didn’t care about messing with you. This was where they came because they stashed money in the floor. It would be so much easier to just take it and go. Find a new hideout. But he could tell, as he watched his younger brother, that they weren’t leaving until he’d had a little fun with you. He made his way down the hall and toward the stash. Kneeling down, he pulled the floorboard up and stuck his hand inside to get the money.

You squirmed beneath the man, struggling to get up but it was pointless. He was too strong. You didn’t dare show your fear, you just fought. Fought until your arms ached and your body burned from frustration. You managed to get your leg free after a moment and the second you kicked the back of his thigh, he shouted out in pain. Wincing at the unexpected hit, he let up in the slightest which gave you the advantage. Freeing your arm, you hit him in the face and shoved him off of you. Rising, you sprinted from the room, narrowly avoiding any of the shards on the floor, but you were so full of adrenaline you wouldn’t have even been able to feel the pain. The kitchen window looked directly toward Alfie’s house. You could see him, sitting in what looked like an office. He was hunched over a desk, eyes low as he worked. He wore glasses, that resided in the middle of his nose as he scribbled away, unaware of the men who’d broken into your home. You hit the glass desperately.

“Alfie!” You cried out pleadingly. Even though the two of you hardly knew each other, something told you that he would come to your aid. If only he’d look up. “Alfie- please!” Hitting the glass harder and harder, you lowered your hands to the ledge and hiked the window up.

“What the hell are you doing!” The older of the two growled to his younger brother. “You can’t reveal yourself to her and then let her get away, you fucking idiot.” Rushing from the room, he hurriedly moved down the hell to get to you. He could hear you screaming and because you kept on, he could tell that whomever you were trying to shout for, clearly couldn’t hear you.

The younger brother lifted himself up and off the floor, wiping at the blood that dripped from his nostril. He growled out in annoyance, uttering about how your escape wasn’t his fault. You’d caught him off guard.

“Help!” You screamed as loud as you could, but your next attempt was silenced. The man who hadn’t been messing with you gripped the back of your hair and lugged you back. His hand covered your mouth, silencing you.

“Keep in mind, lass, there’s two of us and one of him. Don’t go calling him over here now, you’re not in any trouble. We just want to have a little fun.” Rotating, he dragged your squirming form back to the main room and shoved you to the filthy floor. Your eyes closed slowly. He hadn’t heard.

Alfie lifted his gaze away from the paper and looked out the window toward your home. He’d heard something muffled. Something quiet. He couldn’t hear it, but he could feel it. The opened window that led to your kitchen made him frown. The wind blew harshly through the opening, blowing the curtains that draped over the glass. He licked his lips slowly. That hadn’t been opened ten minutes ago when he’d looked up. He studied the opening before slowly shifting. Leaning back in his chair, he did his best to ignore the itch of discomfort that formed in his chest. Something didn’t feel right. He figured it was stupid to worry. But at the same time, he couldn’t help but wonder if you were alright. Living all on your own. He bit his upper lip, dragging it down and into his mouth before he let out a groan of annoyance. This was the last thing he needed to worry about. The lass next door? Rising, he folded up his work and removed his glasses before turning on his heel and setting off toward his front door. It wouldn’t hurt to just check on you.

Cyril followed his father out of the house, traipsing alongside him. His ears were perked and his tail was still which instantly made Alfie squint. The pup was usually very excited to go outside, especially to go see you as he tended to do when he got out. Alfie ruffled the mutt’s head before crossing the short distance from his home to yours. Climbing the stairs, he halted on the second step to the top. On the floor, muddy footprints coated your patio. Shards of glass resided on the wood as well beneath the shattered window. Alfie straightened defensively before moving to the side to peer through the opening. His ears strained, listening intently for any sign that you were in trouble. Cyril moved toward Alfie, sniffing loudly.

“Come on, boy.” Alfie whispered. “In.” Patting the sill, his eyes dropped to the dog as he lifted his paws up and on to the side of the ledge. Leaning over with a pained grunt, he helped Cyril jump into the window. The frame was too small for his big, bulky form to fit through so he instead busied himself with trying to unlock the front door. He knew he could do it, but he didn’t want to break in. Not until he heard the sudden barking and growling from his pup and then your desperate plea. Nothing could’ve stopped Alfie from getting inside, especially not the crummy lock that was meant to be protecting you. His strong shoulder and hard rams were enough to break the door in. He’d have to fix that.

“Oi!” He bellowed out. No fear filled him. No hesitation. He didn’t care who he was dealing with. The sound that your lips was enough to make his hair stand on end. Striding toward the sound of Cyril, he set his hand on the wall and turned the corner. It was so dark. “Pet?” He called out quietly. He was alert. Listening for He slightest sound, he shifted his weight from foot to foot. Cyril was in the corner, feet spread apart and head lowered. He was ready to attack. But he didn’t want to accidentally hurt you. You were curled up in the corner, laid on your side with your face pressed against the cold wood. Beaten and bruised, you remained silent, so worn out from what you’d just endured. Alfie remained close to the wall, using it to guide himself around.

“Go!” One of the men shouted. Alfie heard so many footsteps, it sounded like five men opposed to two. Two absolute pussies. They both ran. And they ran fast. But Cyril ran faster. Alfie could hear them retreating and Cyril didn’t hesitate to follow. He’d been raised to be protective and he was quite good at it. When the man was see that he was alone with you, he strode forward, searching for you.

“Pet.” He tried again. This time you whimpered out. It was so quiet, so faint, but it was enough. He found you in seconds. Lowering himself down and on to the floor, he ignored the aches and pains in his body. He was very tender when he touched you. His hand grazed your arm, trying to see if you were alright. You moaned out quietly to let him know that you were semi-okay. There was a bruise on the back of your head from where your hair had been tugged on and fortunately you’d only been hit once by the younger brother. ‘Revenge’ he’d said, because you’d hit him first. They hadn’t had time to do much else before Alfie had come over. Your face was all that hurt, but you’d curled up on the floor out of fright. He wrapped his hand around yours and when he started to pull you up, he was surprised when your small form lifted willingly. You practically crawled into his lap, arms wounding around him desperately. Clutching on to him, your hands fisted in his shirt, gripping on to him desperately. He held you close to him, lips moving to your ear. He contemplated whispering words of comfort, but he didn’t know how to. What should he say? He felt you grip him tighter when his breaths hit your ear. He settled for just resting his lips there. You whimpered out before moving your face to his neck. Your lips grazed his flesh.

“Did you hear me?” Your quiet question made his ears perk up. He hadn’t heard you, but he knew it would bring comfort you if he had.

“Yes.” The lie made him feel guilty. You’d called out for him. His hand traced your back lightly before he pulled back. “Come on, pet. Your door won’t shut, you can come back to mine.” It was impossible for him to stand because you were sat in his lap, so he waited for you to stand before he did as well. He wasn’t surprised at all by the way you stayed close to him, hand curling around his arm as he led you out of the house and toward his own. The sun wouldn’t be up for a long while so when the pair of you got to his house, he was thinking about which room to let you sleep in.

Cyril was on the porch already. Head laying on his paws, his tail wagged at the sight of you and Alfie approaching. His teeth were red from the men he’d attacked, but he hadn’t killed them. He’d just warned them. Alfie cooed quietly to the pup before opening the door and ushering the both of you in. Your movements were slow as you entered. The lighting in his house made you feel self-conscious then. You were sure you looked terrible. A forming bruise was on your cheek, bags under your eyes and cheeks sticky from your tears.

Alfie was actually in awe. Despite what you’d been through and your exhausted form, he found you to be beautiful. His hand brushed your arm, drawing you out of your thoughts.

“Come on, yeah, you can have my guest room.” His hand fell to your own. It brushed it and you didn’t think on your actions, you simply took hold of his palm and gripped on to him. Even inside the safety of his home, you felt unsure. Of course, he would protect you — that was clear, but you didn’t want to be on your own.

“Alfie, I...” you didn’t know how to tell him. But when he looked at you, it was clear that you didn’t need to.

“My room then?” He offered. The relief that washed over your face made his chest puff out. Guiding you toward the stairs, his palm squeezed your own. You felt safe with him and he liked knowing that.

Your head spun as the pair of you walked side by side. Cyril laid on the rug by the fireplace, body dropping to the floor tiredly. Every thought in your head had Alfie in it. What if he wouldn’t have come? What if he hadn’t have heard? Well, he hadn’t, and somehow, he’d still been there. Halting in the middle of the stairs, your stilled form made him pause also. He was a step below you, looking to you in confusion. His curious eyes moved between your own, searching for answers. He didn’t see one, not until you turned to face him. It felt wrong. He saw the appreciation in your stare, the need to thank you properly. But were you thinking clear? After just being attacked. It wasn’t like him to take advantage of a girl. Especially not one so vulnerable. So he tried to step forward, to show you that there was no need for this, but your hand moved to his chest, halting him.

“Wait,” You whispered. “Please.” Leaning into him, your small hand moved from his chest to the side of his neck. Caressing his skin slowly, you leaned toward him and kissed his cheek. You’d intended on kissing his lips, but the shyness that welled inside you, made you avoidant. You frowned softly before wrapping your arms around his shoulders. He couldn’t help the twitch of his lips as they dragged upwards. Wrapping his arm around your waist, he swayed slowly before dragging you forward so that your front pressed against his. He pulled back momentarily, but only so that he could position his face in front of your own once more. He was giving you a do-over. And god you were grateful. Leaning into him, your nose brushed over his lazily before your mouth met his.

Alfie inhaled deeply before stepping up so that the pair of you were stood on the same stair. His shift in position made him tower over you. Hands lifting to cup your sticky cheeks, he kissed you slowly, one palm barely holding on to you because he didn’t want to hurt you any further by touching the forming bruise. You moaned out softly, accidentally, slumping against him as your mouths moved against each other. He was like a big teddy bear, wrapped around you. Stepping back until your back met the wall, you placed your palms on his forearms, stroking his warm skin as your mouth opened, urging him to deepen the kiss. He obliged. His tongue met your own eagerly, actions brave and void of any reluctance. You loved that about him. It made up for the confidence you lacked. You felt as if he were devouring you, little by little, and it was making your legs turn to jello. Pulling back so you could suck in a deep breath, your hands moved to his stomach, resting there.

“I’m not, yeah, taking advantage of you, pet.” Alfie whispered.

“I know.” You licked your lips, savoring the feel and taste of him. “I’m fine, Alfie. I promise.” The bruise on your cheek told him that you weren’t, but he wasn’t going to argue with you. He leaned in and kissed your head, lingering there.

“I believe you.” He whispered against your skin before slowly beginning to lead you toward the bedroom. Down the corridor, at the end of the hall, a tall door stood all on its own. He opened the door and led you inside. The interior wasn’t what you’d expected, but the second you saw it, it reminded you of him. There was no time to admire the room, you wanted to kiss him again and the bed in the center only showed you that the pair of you had a place to lay. You turned around to face him and once he was close enough, you gripped his hand and pulled him forward. You would spend the rest of the night thanking him for coming to your aid. And you’d start by kissing those beautiful, pink, full lips again and again and again.

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